Dear Peoples of the Internets,
Hello! It is I, Stompers, typing a guest post for you as a special surprise! I bet you didn’t know I could type, did you? Well, never underestimate the Stomps, is what I always say.
First of all, I had the MOST terrifying, horrible night. That evil lady (who I like sometimes, because she lets me lay on her while she watches trashy reality TV) locked me and my foster sibling Taters in the guest bedroom overnight with not ONE SINGLE BITE of food. I’m surprised that I didn’t waste away to a mere slip of myself. Then, not only did THAT happen, but when she opened the door, did she beg forgiveness and then immediately give us food? She did NOT. She grabbed up my foster sibling Taters and put them in a carrier, and then she put me BACK in the room (at least she did give me some food) and then she SHUT THE DOOR.
I was not happy about this in the slightest, let me tell you. So I cried and cried, and then I forgot why I was crying, and I ate and took a nap, and then the evil lady opened the door and set me free. But first she gave me six thousand kisses, which she totally owed me.
Then she was all like “Hey Stompies, you wanna go visit the other kittens?” and I was like “I don’t know what ‘visit’ means, and I don’t know what you mean by ‘other kittens’, but yeah. Okay. Whatevs.”
PEOPLE. Did you KNOW that there’s a room with lots of other kittens in it? DID you? Because I did not, and yet it is somehow TRUE. It was like an entire ‘nother world!
There was this guy, Blue Collar, who said “I don’t know you, so ordinarily I’d put on my Stranger Danger floof, but I’m not going to because I’m trying to be nice. But watch yourself.”
Then he was like “Don’t you touch this purple box or I’ll hurt you. It’s MINE. I don’t gotta share it with YOU. I gotta share it with my brothers sometimes, but not YOU, stranger.”
Then there was this guy, Green Collar, who laid down next to me so I could bunny-kick his behind (which is maybe not what he intended to happen, but it seemed like the obvious step to me.)
Then Green Collar pretended to swipe at me and I pretended to swipe back.
Then I just sat and watched them all run around. There was a MILLION of them!
I tried to play with these feathers, but I couldn’t stop watching the other kittens.
Green Collar and Blue Collar got into a fight, and then Green Collar stole the purple box and turned it over and climbed inside and said “Ha! Ha! I got your purple box, Stupidhead!” Which is kind of rude, if you ask me. Blue Collar just said “I don’t care! It doesn’t bother me!”, but I think he was lying a little bit.
I just watched, because you don’t get between two brothers. They have to work it out themselves.
There was a really neat cat tree in there, and I checked it out.
Green Collar was all “Stick with me, kid!”
And then we might have touched noses. I don’t usually touch noses on the first meeting, but he seemed okay.
I played with the track toy they have in there, which is WAY BETTER (though exactly the same) as the track toy I keep in my room.
Then I smacked at the feathers some, while Green Collar coached me.
The lady decided that I’d spent enough time around the new kitties, and we left the room. She read for a little while, and I kept her neck warm with my belly and my purrs.
Now I’m going to take a nap, and after that I think we’re going to watch some fine quality reality TV. Housewives or something? I don’t know.
So, okay, g’night. You can go. I’ll be okay. She doesn’t think I know this, but Miz Poo is under the bed keeping an eye on me. Later, I’ll probably snuffle around in her belly fur, and she’ll hiss and run away.
I love that game!
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Kaylee will not be deterred.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.