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I just finished munching on some very delicious kitten food that my daddy gave to me. One of the other kitties (she looks like a chicken with baby chickens in her belly) was being a meanie and wanted to eat my food. She even tried to bite me to get me away from it, but my daddy wouldn’t have any of it. He came over and kept me company so that she would stay away. I don’t like her very much. She looks like a grumpy old man.

My daddy took more pictures of me the other day while I was sleeping on top of the mattress tree. I like it up there. No one but the orange kitty can get up there with me, so I feel safe. I can also look outside from there. It doesn’t look very fun out there. I like my mattress tree a lot better. It is lots of fun. I can look down on all the other kitties, and there is nothing they can do but look back up at me.

For some reason, my daddy thinks I look like a bunny rabbit. He talks about me having long legs, but I don’t think he knows anything about what kitties really look like. All the other kitties that live here are mutants, so I don’t think he’s ever seen a normal kitty like me before. I like to stretch out my legs when I’m laying down, but I don’t get to do it very often, since my daddy and my other daddy like to come over and grab my legs when they’re all stretched out. I don’t like it very much when they do that, I really wish they’d stop.

My daddy also likes to look at the fur on my belly. He says there’s some fur on there that looks like an alien head. I don’t really know what he’s talking about, because I don’t know what an alien is. I asked the other kitties, but they don’t know either. Sometimes it’s fun to pretend to be my daddy and stand on my hind legs with my front paws up in there. I like to do that, but I always seem to fall over. My daddy seems to like it when I do it, so I’m gonna try to do it more.

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Hello! My name is Norah. My full name is Norah Mouse Peschka, but I don’t like it very much. The “Mouse” part is from the name of another bigger kitty who looks a lot like me, but she doesn’t have my pretty stripes, and she’s an old meanie. She hissed at me a lot when I first met her, so I don’t like her very much.

I like to chase string and the red light from the laser pointer. I also like it lots when I get to bite on people’s fingers. I don’t like getting held too much… I’d much rather just run and play and hide under the big gold chair. I almost got crushed under the big gold chair once, so I’m extra careful whenever I hide under there.

All of the other kitties in this house have something wrong with them, I think. They have this big long furry thing growing out of their backs. It swishes around a lot. It must be very annoying for them. Sometimes, I try to catch the one that’s living on my big orange friend that I like to sleep with, but it always gets away. I almost had it once, but it’s really strong. Sometimes my daddy talks to the other kitties’ daddy and mommy about how I have a spinal deformity or something like that. I think he’s just saying that so they don’t feel bad for having messed-up kitties.

Here’s some pictures of me from just after my daddy brought me home.