Another Caturday, another bacon-filled brunch! Dis mornin I tried to claim a place at da table since Crockett's daddy wuzn't here - I figured I could maybe get his two slices of bacon dat way. But it didn't work out and I wuz forced to go to da cat tree, dat are da closest to da foodz dat da mommas will tolerate us bein. But I did get some delishus bacon, we all did.
Angelique are really becomin one of da pack (I know dat are used to describe dogs and not cats, but ingore dat). She are hangin out more and more wif me and Crockett and we are havin all kindsa fun chasin each other all over da house. And dat floofers on her - well, she needs some help wif da groomin, and ya knows me, I luvs to groom other kitties. One thing I don't luv though are nail trims. And we all got ours done last night. I thought I'd escaped dat, but den I made da mistake of crawlin on Crockett's momma and she got me. Oh well, we're all gonna have to work on sharpenin em back up. Ya never can tell when one of dem dogs are gonna get outta line. Dey don't very much, but Whitley's on da roids right now for her hot spot, and she might come sniffin round my foodz.