Tail in the air
Mood:  cheeky
My pet human arrived home tonight wanting to snuggle. I bit her. She must learn who is the boss. When I say it's time to cuddle, then she must adhere to my demand. I am in charge and the sooner she learns that, the fewer teeth marks she will have.

Day Two of my struggle with the parakeets. Yellow Beak gives orders to White Brat and Blue Feathers. Must learn their language and decipher their plans. They might be even better barbequed.

parakeets
Mood:  incredulous
I jumped up to get a closer look at these parakeets. The little White Brat bit me through the cage bars! Blue Feathers and Yellow Beak screached at the top of their lungs. I have declared war on these mortal enemies. I shall enjoy them, perhaps with a little catsup.

Birds
Mood:  hungry
My pet human's name is Tracey. She likes to refer to herself as my mom...she has issues. Whatever. As long as she cleans my litter box, I will call her whatever I choose.

Tracey brought me a present today. Three little noise makers. I don't like the screaching sound, but they do look good enough to eat. She calls them "parakeets". I think I will have to explore and sneak a little taste.

Intro
Mood:  don't ask
My name is Cuddles. I got that name because I'm supposed to like to cuddle. I don't know where my pet human ever got that idea from. Silly girl.

I am an orange tiger cat who owns the world. I allow my human to live in my world only because she pays the rent and buys my food. She's a loyal pet, good to torment in so many ways. Especially at 4am, when I can sit on her head and pull her hair just by walking on the pillow.

Ahh, the life of a cat.