The battle of the century: Milou vs. Texas

The battle of the century: Milou vs. Texas

Alright. The title is a little exaggerated. Alright.

But as I stated before somewhere – I can’t remember where – Milou and I have had our funny moments but I always felt like he never really accepted me.

He’s okay to take my stuff but rarely to play with me. I know he is older than I am but still sometimes it does make me sad.

And sometimes, like the other night, it even comes to the point of a fight!

Milou is not happy with me wanting to play with him.

Me not happy with him hissing at me.

So who do you think won? What’s your guess? Look at valiant me!

Humans and their attention deficit

Hiya furriends! How are you today?

Today I’d like to talk about our humans. I noticed on a couple of blogs – and on mine ahem [ checking behind my human’s hands what she is typing exactly], that humans have been making dumb mistakes like forgetting to post pictures we wanted them to post, or forgetting to answer fan mail, or forgetting to tweet on our page, or… misspelling or making typing mistakes.

Like when Matilda becomes Monica over here.

And you my furriends, although I’m sure you noticed, didn’t say anything, that was so nice of you.

Ahem. This is embarrassing. For my human I mean, of course. Can’t she pay attention? And I don’t want to hear that she is tired. Of course she is! She’s only sleeping 6 to 7 hours a day!

I’m telling you no treats for my human today: no cuddling accepted, no purring on lap. No nothing. No. No need to peg me.

Ah! I’m so not happy with that. I might even bite.