Tomcats!

Auntie Tiff is now owned by two -- count 'em, two -- tomcats.

Sheesh. When she lived with me, she and I had quite the intriguing relationship. She called me "Pudge Bucket" and I called her "Asshole."

Actually, I still call her that sometimes, but then Mommy kicks my ass.

But I don't mind it when Mommy kicks my ass -- her toes usually get embedded in the wet, sticky, ever-present fudge stripe that follows me everywhere. HAH!

Anywho, Auntie Tiff is now proud mama to Jack, who is baby brother to Guinness. (There's a patttern here -- don't be surprised if they become big brothers to a puss named Coke or Merlot or somethin' cool like that -- these are a few of her fav-o-rite things!)

If you check out the photo stream, Guinness is the one who looks exactly like my lil sister Kadi but smarter.

Kadi's all excited -- two cute, black lil boy-cats living mere miles up the street -- she's ready to pounce! Not me, though -- they're babies. Me? I need a tomcat with a long, thick tail to turn my whiskers.

Good cat-food gravy, I am starting to sound like my mommy. Sheesh! Off to take a cold drink of water -- can't have all three of us in heat at the same time in this house!