There is just no living with that Anne Elisabeth sometimes.
Oh, well. Happy New Year anyway, I guess.
It is very difficult for me to make new year's resolutions considering I am already so very beautiful, not to mention wonderful. I have Rohan wrapped around my pretty paw, the Minion to do my every bidding, and a new nemesis in the form of that Thing to add some variety to my usual strife with Anne Elisabeth. Life is, for the most part, quite complete.
Here are some things I expect to happen sometime over the course of this next year, however.
Anne Elisabeth is going to have the nerve to take Rohan away to some strange realm called Wisconsin sometime in March. This means we will probably have a babysitter. I don't mind this so much . . . a switch-up from Anne Elisabeth all day is always welcome. Plus I like everyone who's babysat us, especially Charity, who has soft hands and calls me "Minnie." She's the only person I allow to call me "Minnie." Because she's Charity and I love her. That being said, I do NOT approve of Anne Elisabeth taking Rohan away. I mean, whose darling is he anyway? She is so presumptuous sometimes.
Then I keep hearing rumors revolving around Molly. Anne Elisabeth, upon occasion, makes the rather grouchy remark: "I don't want to give Molly back," and proceeds to sulk in an unladylike fashion for several minutes afterwards. All I can wonder is, Give Molly back to whom? I suppose we will learn that secret sometime this spring.
There are three different strange cats coming into the Rooglewood territory lately. Three lady cats, Anne Elisabeth believes, and at least two of them are "in the family way," as they say. Promiscuous things. All those feral cats have the morals of . . . well, feral cats. I look down my nose at them all.
But last year, when two different mama kitties brought litters to Rooglewood, Anne Elisabeth ended up getting all charitable and turned Rooglewood into a veritable Orphanage for Unwanted Kittens! Would you believe it? I mean, look at all these things!
Mya, the gray kitten and first orphan.
And Mycroft (dark tabby) and Maxwell (orange tabby)
And look at this one! Do you know what that is? Well, I'll tell you what that is: That's the one that stayed, that's what that is! All the others found homes and domains with other humans. That one, however, was shoved into our peaceful Rooglewood existence and never left it.
Did it matter how often we informed Anne Elisabeth that we did not want another permanent edition to Rooglewood? Um, no. This is Anne Elisabeth we're talking about. So there he is, being introduced to Molly.
I suppose it all worked out in the end. He does make for a fine Minion now that he's bigger. But still, it's the principle of the thing, you know?
Needless to say, I'm more than a little concerned by all these new expecting mothers prancing through my backyard. I hope it doesn't mean another plague of kittens! But I suppose we'll have to wait for spring and see . . .
Anyway, I don't know when I'll get a chance to post again. Anne Elisabeth is in the throes of deadline-mania and is completely hogging all the computer time. Sometimes when Rohan is home, he kindly distracts her long enough for me to steal a moment here and there. So hopefully I will be able to keep you updated on events at Rooglewood as this new year progresses. In the meanwhile, I hope all of you are finding your outlook bright, your humans willing feeders, and your sunlit spots especially warm and comfy.
Purrs and bumps.