Bad Manners

My little brother needs to learn better table manners. You can see I'm waiting patiently at the edge of the table while he indulges in my female human's breakfast. Jeez, Winslow, can't you wait to be fed our real food? She just left for a second.

I, on the other hand, have impeccable manners in all respects. I come when called (I prefer the moniker "Kitty" instead of Belial), I sit perfectly balanced on laps, and I never claw at people when I'm angry because, well...my previous owner declawed me. Bummer.

I'll do my best to train my little brother to obey the house rules:

ONLY I CAN GO where is forbidden by the humans!

Weather: August has started off with June Gloom. 

Say whaa~!? I'm sure it will heat up by the end of the month, though.