The air is changing

My mommy is officially getting custody of my lil sister tonight. Aunt Mikey is bringing her over after his dance practice.

We have a brand-new litterbox for her (so that she doesn't get in my way when it's time for my daily shit), along with foodstuffs and a pretty little collar. It matches mine -- we both have black collars with shiny lil rhinestones, only hers is pleather and mine is cloth, as Mommy says I need an expandable one for my fat little neck. Bitch! :)

Mommy's trying to get the house a lil more organized, as the new cat is only one pound or so, and she will get lost much more easily than moi. Humph. Bitch didn't clean the house for me, did she now? But I have loved getting in and out of cabinets (a no-no, as far as Mommy is concerned) and sitting on half-unpacked boxes and rubbing my furry ass along their contents.

I shall teach my new lil sister all the ways to infuriate my Mommy, and then I will stop doing those annoying things, so that Mommy recognizes that I am the better daughter and I won't get yelled at anymore.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go polish my halo. I haven't used it in quite awhile. ;)

Speaking of the air changing
There are some changes and additions to my list of friends at the left. Aunt Ari moved, and Aunt Jodie and Aunt Beth are now on my list of daily litterbox reads. Are you out there reading my page, too? If so, drop me a line (and hopefully you have thumbs and don't have as much trouble typing as moi does) at cat AT caterwauling DOT com, and I'll be happy to link to you. :)