Well today has been an eventful day. Little brother Alf tried to pick a fight with me but Dad broke it up really fast and it made me mad so I growled at the next thing I saw which just happened to be little brother Joey. Well, Joey seems to think he's better than me so he started a fight with me and this was a doozy! He's a nasty little bugger! He just holds on to my neck fur like it's a rag doll. Mom and Dad tried to break us up but we were both pretty mad at each other and I accidentally bit Dad. He's bleeding a lot and saying lots of bad words and Mom said she actually saw him shed a tear. (first ever) He's really mad at us but mostly at Joey cuz he starts all these fights. I don't understand that guy. He's 20 measely pounds and 6 years old and I'm like 6o-somethin pounds and 10....who does he think he is? Dang wipper-snappers....I showed him. I got him in the leg and on the ear and now he's limping. I know he's not that hurt but he's sure milkin' it! Serves him right...he hurt my leg last month! Well, gotta go...it's time for my nap. Ruff!