Accomplishment

They are here, I can hear them all the time. The tiny little mews that come from the backyard accompanied by mommy's and daddy's croonings and baby talks. Ugh! Why? One cat wasn't enough? They had to have a bunch of babies too? That ONE cat is solely responsible for the 4 other minions that have occupied my house and my people's attention. Its not that I hate them or anything. I want to be a part of all the excitement too. I love babies. They are so tiny and helpless. But somehow my hoomins and the mama cat don't trust me. I wonder why. Sometimes daddy would lift me up and show me the kittens curled up in their box , then the mama cat would get hostile and start hissing at me. I never knew what that meant, she was probably cursing under her breath or something.

One day someone forgot to lock the backyard door. I was minding my own business, sniffing around in the kitchen. Just as I was about to hoist my leg on the garbage bin, I noticed the door sway in the breeze. I looked around stealthily. No humans in sight. I walked towards the door and peeped out. They were all there, out of their boxes, playing and rolling around. They were so wee and tiny, like little balls. I made a dash for them... I wanted to play with them too. I even tried lifting one up, but that wriggly thing got away (its fur stuck up for a long time afterwards tee hee). Then the mama cat came running and hit me hard on my face and mom and dad came running and picked me up and took me away inside. I was only trying to be their fun uncle Dolu. Either no one speaks dog in my house or they are scared of my big white furry frame.

So then anyways, a few days after that, the kitties were shipped off to one of our cousins' much to my relief. So, there! Mission Kitty Riddance ACCOMPLISHED!!

The mama is still around but I think she is tolerable, except when sissy comes home. Then I have the urge to hoist my leg on everything, including my sissy.