Bossy cat on Flickr.

I had a dream last night that I had to tell someone who my cats would be if they were rappers. I have no idea the context. The only part I remember is who they were.

Romeo = Slick Rick

Rocky = Biggie Smalls

Julius = Andre 5000

Judge me, not them, if you don’t like these rappers. After all, they could care less about music.

Guess who really wants to go outside? – View on Path.

Kitten Face on Flickr.

Cuddle Buddies

Say it out loud on Flickr.

Fluff Bucket on Flickr.

Backyard Julius on Flickr.

Outside ‘Splorin on Flickr.

Rock’s Current Favorite Toy on Flickr.

Almost cuddling on Flickr.

Purrfectly Cuddly on Flickr.

Rocky sez: So The Lady just told me that The New Guyze have been here 3 months. Man! That’s a long time, right? She also tells me I’ve lost weight and that she can tell because my belly isn’t as squishy as it used to be. So I bite her for grabbing my belly. I mostly like the new guys. They’re fun, mostly. Even though they sit in all the places that used to be just for me. And sometimes it makes me mad when the people let them cuddle with them in the morning. I don’t like watching my people cuddle with them yet. But they listen to me when I hiss at them, so that makes me happy.

Julius sez: Three months? I’m starting to feel comfortable here. I detest being picked up and have refused to permit The Man the right of clipping my claws. I’ll occasionally allow The Lady the right to clip my claws, but only sometimes, and never for very long. Rocky seems to have some anger management issues. So occasionally when he gets really angry with Romeo while they’re playing, I’ll nip him on the but to get his attention. Which makes him hiss at me and the walk off pouting that we “teamed up” against him. I’m so very glad I don’t live here alone with him. Romeo is still the same as always. Although thankfully he is just as likely to make Rocky play with him as he is to make me play with him. And he sticks up for me when the people do something I don’t like, or when Rocky gets too hissy. Rocky keeps telling us that we’re going to get to go outside. I’m fine sitting in the windows, though. Although, I do occasionally hear some female cat that the woman has named Rizzo outside calling to us. And if I could meet her, I just don’t know what I’d do.

Romeo sez: I’ve been here SOOO long now! I haven’t lived anywhere this long, except for the place with all the cats where the fed me and let strange kids come touch me all the time. But I have two friends who like to play with me when they’re not sleeping. And I’ve started letting the people know I’m bored by biting on their feet. I think they like it because they play with me when I do that. And sometimes I find myself NEEDING them to pet my cheeks SOOO hard that my purr stops for a second. That’s pretty great. And the food! Rocky and Romeo both have favorites and foods that they won’t eat. But I don’t care. I’ll eat it all. But The Lady grabbed my belly and told me I’d lost weight since living with them. I tried to bite her, but she was too fast for me. And then I went and bit Rocky on the neck and that felt good. They put something called a “harness” on me last night. I’m not sure why, but Rocky kept saying we were going to go outside but we didn’t. Maybe later The Lady said. That would be nice. I’ve already figured out how to get out the back door. The Lady said that they need to buy a new one, but I don’t see why. Anyway, I’m going to go sit in another window now.

Rocky vs Romeo on Flickr.

That black spot in the backyard is the ringleader cat who is the head of the feral cat colony that lives next door. He was calling for our cats to come join him.