It's a HIT!

All hell broke loose tonight.....and I was at the receiving end of the Hammer's wrath. I'm going to send a message to the Don to reign in his hit-cat. Isn't this a conflict of interest? Now I'm covered in my own pee, hissing at anything that moves and hiding under Mom's desk. It's going to take a week to clean myself up, and my nerves are shot- shot I tell you! Mom's not too happy about the trail of pee on the carpet either. I bet I don't get toona for a long time for this one.

It all started with that arrogant Tiger fellow. Hanging around the house, peeping in the windows, trying to catch a glimpse of us girls. Guennie was making eyes at him through the sunroom door.........in my sanctuary of all places! I came to see what all the caterwauling was about and she attacked me! Like I would want that mangy fellow. I am far superior to his 'outdoorsy' character. Well, having your face smacked repeatedly while hissing and howling is enough to rattle anyone's bladder. Then Mom got in the middle. Guen chewed her up good. I got so scared with all the screaming and stomping and then Dad came in....I'm still shaking.

The Don's gotta do something. The princess must be vindicated!

~Callie







That bith was trying to move in on my man! What was I supposed to do, let her flaunt her perfect fur in front of him? She got what she deserved. And Mom- I'm sorry......but you should know better than to get in the way when I'm working. I can't let Tiger see weakness.......

~Guen






Why is Mom bleeding and Dad yelling? Why is there a 4 foot trail of pee that leads to a snivelling Callie under the desk? Why is everyone so upset? Meh........I'm gonna go sniff some catnip and lick myself.

~Sibyl

Appetizers....or entertainment....whichever

Spring is great. Warm weather means the appetizers come right to your doorstep.

Crunchy on the outside, juicy in the middle. Black candy coating. Lots of legs. And these are the super-sized value meal sized ones too. MMMM.

Mom calls them "ants". She rushes to squish them and is looking for something called "ant traps"- why would she need traps when she has me? What the Hammer doesn't eat, becomes entertainment for the day. Either way, Mom won't have to worry about them.

Did I mention I like spring?

~Guennie the Hammer