This summer I spent a lot of time relaxing and enjoying the nice weather while officially taking my first writers strike. Since March, I’ve allowed Griffin to make three posts on my blog. I thought this was very generous on my part, however, the servants did not agree. They insisted I allow Griffin to post whenever he wants! I could not accept these terms and so was forced to go on strike while attempting to negotiate a more acceptable arrangement.

I was sure the servants would give-in, but after about a month, negotiations were still at a stale-mate. I decided to get out of my comfortable sun-bathing bed and use my secret weapon… irresistible cuteness!

My cuteness got me a lot of love and temptations, but still no internet access! I started to get depressed sitting around all day without my blog and all my cat friends…

So… I gave in, I caved, I stooped to an all-time low and agreed to let Griffin stick his giant head into my blog whenever he wants. I already accepted the fact that I would have to tolerate him in life, but looks like I’m officially stuck with him on my blog as well.

The last time I let Griffin write his own post, he wrote about puking up toilet paper… Hopefully my three month strike at least did some good by giving him enough time to lose some of his more disgusting habits so we never have to read about them!

Today is my birthday! I think I’ve come a long way since I posted that first picture of myself back in June 2007… In fact, now that I think about it…

… it all started on a sad evening near the end of June when my furr brother and sister left with their new slaves. It was dark outside, pouring rain, with all happiness in the world being washed away by the tears running down my face when suddenly a loud buzzing noise filled the room. Two very incompetent looking humans walked in and one began to rub me against his face while sniffing me. I felt my little heart bounce up and down with joy when they returned to take me home, even though I knew I’d have a lot of training to do with these two.

Thankfully my servants knew the basics and immediately provided me with mice to play with. Still, there were times when I needed to discipline them or remind them that my beauty was not to be ignored. When it comes to food, they are still incompetent to this very day, forcing me to steal coffee or alcoholic beverages on a daily basis.

Sleeping arrangements have always been adequate and in fact I even claimed my own chair in the house! The humans also encouraged my artistic talents by helping me get on the big YouTube Screen with my Halloween Movie. Still, if you look at my List of Favorite Things, the humans often try to prevent me from enjoying them and thus require further disciplining.

As I continue to age I also continue to acquire more and more wisdom. I’ve therefore diversified my disciplining techniques to also include punishment in the form of mischief. Climbing the screen, knocking down clothes in the closet, or shredding the chair, are just some of my better ideas. If they wish to retain my affections, they have no choice but to learn from their mistakes and reward my mischief with gifts, such as when I got my collar!

If discipling my human servants wasn’t enough to keep me busy for an entire year, there was also the matter of the alien invasion I had to take care of… I also had to constantly keep a very close eye on the pickle monster in my house… You would think after making these sacrifices on my part for the betterment of humanity and my household I would be rewarded, but again my servants went and proved their incompetence by going and brining home Griffin…

All in all, while I made some progress in training my servants in my first year, I still have a lot of work left ahead of me in the next year! With the way Griffin has been Growing Like a Weed, he may soon prove to be a formidable ally in my quest to train the incompetent servants. Of course, I may have my work cut out for me training him as well…

Here’s my furr Mom and Dad wishing me a Happy Birthday!

I’d love to stay and chat some more but Griffin say’s he wants to show me something in the office. He says he has a plan for mischief he wans to give me for my birthday that involves stealing clothes pins…! The only thing that could beat that is if the servants bring me an empty box tonight for me to play in!