Mom has been home with us all summer and now fall. We all like it but know she has to get back to work. She has to buy us noms some way. We all have pretty high standards where gooshy foods are concerned.
So we moved closer to Halloween and you know what that means. sigh.......yeah, the stupid hats came out. I really do not get this thing of putting hats on us and taking pictures. Mom thinks it is funny but we kitties are appalled by the whole thing. I think MOM should wear the funny hats but she refuses. Says something about her being in charge and she is the one with the camera. Really, just not fair.
The heathens are all getting along splendidly. I so do not plan on getting along with any of them. Well, maybe Hermie. He doesn't normally try to hump me. And when he does, well....he gets it so wrong. He puts his butt up towards my head. I do not not NOT want to think about what he might want me to do. I am so not that kind of kitty.
So back to Halloween. Mom had to take pictures of us all in this stupid hat.
And Mom pet sat Tiger again so she took the hat over there. Oh Tiger was good about it. He really needs to get with the program, hate the hats Tiger, hate the hats.
I better be good, Christmas is just around the corner. But first we have Thanksgiving. I need to think about what I want the Fat Turkey to bring me for Thanksgiving. mmmm, peace from heathens, no heathens, heathenless house. I have a feeling no matter how good I am, I won't be getting what I want most. sigh