We love it loud

My big brother Boo and I had to supervise the moving of the bass cabinet.  We must explore every inch and every item that gets moved and placed in a new location. 

Beautiful boy

The other night my mother was working late on a project and she laid this crinoline on the floor.  It was too fluffy to resist.  It made a great spot to take a power nap.  Later I started to remind her of the time, she was dragging her feet on the evening meal.  That's most important.

I'll give you three guesses

If you guessed that Oscar Doyle came to visit me, you'd be correct.  That's the ONLY time I'll be forced to wear a stinkin' tshirt! 

This tshirt exhausts me.

And here's the reason why I have to wear it.  He looks all innocent but he's not.  He forces me to slap him.

See, he's looking up to the bed where I'm at to see if he can jump up and harrass me.  His mother scolded him and told him to stay off the bed.  I laughed.

The pink tshirt is humiliating!

I'm not wearing this stupid tshirt just because I'm cute in it...although I am.  My grandmother's dog came over last night and the only way I don't attack him when we're around each other is for me to put on a sweater or tshirt.  It really cramps my style. 

Spring is in the air

I love it when my mother opens windows because there are just so many things for a cat to see.  I love the sound of birdies chirping.  Makes my mouth water.

My dog sister Polly Mae thinks she sees things in the neighbors yards.  Then my big brother Boo had to get in on it too.  Can't I have any privacy?

King Huey strikes another cute pose

Right now I'm actually chasing my big brother Boo Boo around the house but when this pic was taken, I was being a little kitty angel.  It's amazing how I can switch from being an angel to a little black devil in seconds. 

New toy

My mother bought my dog sister a new toy.  I decided I wanted to play with it.  Really wasn't that exciting.  Actually it stinks like dog slobber.  So I found one of my mother's hair thingys and played with that instead.  I love to carry it around in my mouth.  I know..I'm cute.

I was a bad, bad boy.

I figured I better post a cute picture of myself as I prepare to tell a story that isn't very nice.  Last night my parents were in the living room and they kept hearing my brother Boo Boo meowing funny...like he had a toy in his mouth.  Around here we call it "deep meowing."  Comes from the throat...  Anyway, this kept going on for several minutes so my father decided to get up and see what all the racket was all about.  What he was about to encounter ranks right up there with one of the worst sights imaginable.  Earlier in the evening I had been accidentally shut in the guest bedroom.  I was attempting to dig my way out from under the door and in the process, tore up a huge chunk of carpet.  My father was NOT happy.  He yelled down to my mother, she ran upstairs and started looking the situation over.  It's pretty bad so we'll have to have it repaired.  But in my defense, I couldn't help myself.  I was separated from my family and wanted out.  I'm not much in to solitary confinement.  My dirty fingernails got me in trouble.   But my mother told me it wasn't my fault.  My father isn't convinced.

The good life!

It always makes me happy when I can find a patch of sun to stretch out in.  Here are some other things that make me happy:  din din time, when my mother plays toys with me, when I can stalk my cat brother and sister and jump on my dog sister.  Some things that make me unhappy:  being forced to "love," when my mother is late with my din din, and when I get in trouble, which isn't often.  My punishment is usually my mother squeezing me and kissing me.  Yuck.  I only love when I want to.

Helllooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

Look closely under the grill.  That's Ringo, one of my outside cat brothers.  I was trying desperately to get his attention by scratching on the door.  He was ignoring me....he'll pay for that.  My father threatens that he's going to open the door for me to go out someday.  My mother frowns upon that idea.  I think it would be fun.  Actually, I did get outside one time and explored around my house.  My mother didn't find that funny.

King Huey rules!

My mother was able to get a much better picture of me with my Valentine crown on.  Some days I don't want to be messed with and other days I give in to her.  I can be fickle because I'm King Huey.