Feeding time. Okay, so really it is not my food, but then again, can you prove it?
Trying to get on Dad's good side by showing an interest in books (hope he doesn't read my first post)
Practising my demonic powers by Firestarting, I mean, just a little kitten watching the flickering flames with an innocent, childlike fascination. Yes, thats right, now your eyelids are getting heavy. SLEEP!!! *click* welcome back, you must have dozed off.....
Catching up on my blogging. I so hope that I get a laptop for Christmas, or a cellphone at the very least (with pic texting ability)
Go on, Google '100 ways to pamper your kitten'

The dogs and I are reaching some areas of mutual benefits. i.e. They look out for me and in return Mum gives them treats to eat. Simba is the main bodyguard, following me around all the time, while Wolf is the more mothering type, making sure I have a hanky with me, you know the type.
Dessie is still coming to terms with the fact that I AM the cutest animal here. She is not hissing or making as big a fuss as in the beginning, so this means that I have to launch myself at her to get her all riled up now. Which of course, I do.
Nothing like a bit of conflict to keep the pot boiling. I am gearing myself up for a sneak attack on her the next time she is sleeping. No one will know when or where I will strike, thats part of the fun!!
I have got to stop humming the theme from Jaws though, as this does give the game away somewhat.
Anyway, later Peeps!

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