This is Mixie. She attacks the golf balls I like to drag around.
This is Max. He's older than the kittens but younger than me.
I love Mimi and Papa's kittens. They let me pick them up without scratching me. It helps that I find where they're sleeping and pick them up half asleep. I've even figured out how to get them out from places I can't reach -- Water! Aim and Squeeze. Water shoots out from the hose and away they run. My dad and mom don't like me squirting the kittens. I don't care! I turn the hose on them. At least I get them soaked before they put me in time out. I'm not allowed to use the water anymore.
But I showed them. They want me to eat what they call "healthy food." I, on the other hand, want Mini-Wheats. So I "eat" their food, at least I make it disappear. I drop it behind me. I drop it in front of me, under the table. I hide it under my chair cushion. I chew it up and then spit it on the floor, saying, "YUCK!" for emphasis. Of course they don't make me eat it.
I'd say, I'm winning -- water or no water!
Later,
Lil' E
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