Okay, okay, okay. There’s a rumor that I’m a pee cat. Some people say that I like to pee on stuff that belongs to other kittehs in my house. Bed. Blankets. Cushions.
That’s a lie!
Mom and dad took me to a lady vet and she thought maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t me. I’m handsome. I gotta nice personality. She thought it might be my brudder Jake. She said it would be good to have more data and maybe a video.
So mom & dad set up a trap and tried to snare me, yo.
Sometimes I like to pee when my Mom travels. This time, I am being a good boy.
Dad used his phone and took some pictures of me — and Emma — so mom could see us on her camera phone. Dad doesn’t know the Twitters or Twitpic so he’s old school with the phone.
Emma is cute and poonchy, but I am so handsome and pee-free. You gotta give me that, yo.
Mom put nine litter boxes in the house to test out different kinds of litter and to see where I like to pee. Every night, she counts our pee clumps. For reals. Then she enters the number into a spreadsheet.
All of our boxes are numbered. Boxes 1-4 are in a space that is designed based on the recommendations of the Cat Fairies.
Boxes 5-6 are covered. Box 7 is in the back of the basement. Boxes 8-9 are upstairs so mom made a separate spreadsheet to track those — and she’ll use her pawesome data entry skills and combine all this scientific mumbo jumbo into a spreadsheet. Hold up, she just said she wants a chart. No way!
This is our pee clump count (from the basement) in May.
Look at this — I hate boxes 5 & 6. Covered boxes are the worst, yo.
Also noticed that I only peed once in May. That’s a big step. I peed in a cardboard box, but you can’t blame me. I wanted it to smell better.
That’s all for now, suckers. Mom has to compile the chart. Here’s a picture of how we look on the computer.
I had a birthday but no party because I hung out in the rafters all day long.
I got a new cat scratcher. I had to smell it to make sure it’s friendly. Dad took some pictures of me in natural light with a high ISO. Then he took a picture of Emma who used my scratcher and loved it, too.
Do you notice that Emz is almost too poonchy for the regular camera lens?
Thanks for all the Facebook and Twitter birthday wishes, yo!
It’s my birthday. I am four years old. I know you’re surprised. Mom gave me a gift. It’s a souvenir from her vacation to Hawaii.
My dad says that the lighting is a little too harsh and highlights my cheekbones. My poonchy sister, Emma, doesn’t have that problem because she has no cheek bones. Just plenty of cheek, yo.
