Wow, today is my birthday and I turned one years old today. I moved in with my mom and dad and sister last August. It has been quite a year. I have 3 furry things that live with me, and they meow a bit. The biggest furry thing weighs 17lbs. That is way more than what I weigh. I only weigh 11.2 lbs. But guess what, I can floor that furry thing easily. I love to tackle him and wrestle him all day long. Mom calls him Cookie. He doesn't look like a Cookie, but okay then. Then there is this skinny, very skinny white fury thing. Mom calls him Phoenix. She said he is sick. He loves it when I help him clean his ears. But sometimes he just shoves his head into my face. I don't overly love that. I would prefer to wrestle him too, but mom always yells at me to stop it, when I do that to him. But I need to show him I am the boss. Finally there is this brownish furry thing. Mom calls her Phantom. She looks like she has a mask on. She sometimes likes me and then sometimes she doesn't. Silly, finikie girl.
I got to go for now, will write more later.