Three Cats

After Kasey and I left the esspeeceeay, we have been perfectly happy here with Them.  We knew what to expect every day, and had a cozy place to go when something strange would happen. A visitor, a thunderstorm, you know - scary things. We even had our Uncle John to come and stay with us when They went away, and we love our Uncle John and Aunt Heather. I'll tell you how good Aunt Heather is, She got Kasey to frolic and play, and get pets. No one else but her, and Him of course, would let that happen.  For a while there, it seemed as if it was spoiled when Kate came here to live with us. We didn't need another sister, and Kate didn't like us very much.  It seems as if it is OK now, although our routines have changed a little. She is very proud of me for the way I was patient with Kate. She told me that it was the same when She was a little kid. She lived in Her Grandma's house, and loved it there, but every so often, someone would need a place to stay and so everyone moved their stuff around and went on with the new routines. She did not feel scared, like I do, but it made her not like changing routines very much.  I am old, now, Cofs, she tells me, and I get set in my ways. I have to laugh at that. She changes Her ways whenever She feels like it.  She says if She could stand having Her drunk uncle stay there, we can do fine with three cats. I'll think about that. Aloha.