Ninja and the Tasmanian Devil Kitten

Hi, Ninja here... We've had entirely too much going on around here. First Miss E brings home a kitten, then we find out the kitten is sick, then Spyder got sick, then our Queen, Bambi got sick. I don't believe I'll get sick. I will use my Ninja powers to keep well.

It's too bad I couldn't teach Spyder those methods, but he just doesn't pay attention. You know how it is when a cat is going through his teen age times. Right?

I was quite disgusted when Miss E brought that kitten home. I knew she was in that bathroom even though she never made a peep. I could hear her breathing, and of course, her kitten scent permeated my well trained ninja nose.

I decided to not be friends with the kit, but it has become unavoidable.

Even though I tell her in no uncertain terms, she totally ignores my growls, and insists on playing with my tail! I have to leave the room and everyone laughs at me, calling me a wuss, afraid of a kitten. Of course, it's not true. A ninja must maintain his honor!

Personally, I think I might be able to take her on as a willing apprentice. The only thing is, the kit is all thumbs! I kid you not. She's got thumbs!

Though her colors are not ninja colors. Her calico, tortie colors would give good camouflage. It might take a while to teach her how to control her Chi as she is all over the place. Good thing she has the three of us to chase and play with.

She is like a Tasmanian Devil! She never settles down!

And when she does, she thinks nothing of sleeping in our own personal spaces, even though she has her own special place. She sleeps there too. Plus, she evens sleeps on top of Miss E!

Sissy keeps referring to Miss E as Mommy. I guess the kit doesn't know any better. But, she gets confused when we say Miss E. So we have decided for all of us to call her Mommy.

I'm not going to be comfortable with it. After all, I'm too old for that! I think it would be more respectful if I call her Mama-san.

Once Spyder, and Bambi all get well, I think life around here is going to be quite a bit more interesting from now on!

A Royal Proclamation from Queen Bambi

It is I, Queen Bambi, here to announce the addition to our population the young Princess Angelica. I am permitting her to be a Princess because she can never become a Queen and dethrone me. I made sure she was worthy of the position by ignoring her totally when she arrived and watched her carefully from my closet boudoir. I must admit she has a privileged aura about her that will befit her royal station.

She is a pretty thing, I assure you, a calico-tortie I believe. Makes me think of the Dowager Queen, for whom this blog is named. (as already noted by our friends, Milo and Alfie) Our little miss was named Angelica by the shelter from whence she came, but we wont be addressing her thus. She is a cute young thing and I have cast my vote to re-name her Angel. But, Spyder insists on calling her "Sista", and now Miss E has picked up on calling her Sissy.

Now as long as we are changing names around here, we are acquiescing to little Sissy's name for Miss E which is Mommy. I'm a bit uncomfortable with it myself. So unbeffitting one of my rank. Don't you think? But, for the sake of our little girl, I will refer to Mommy so as not to confuse her.

Sissy isn't afraid of anything. She's a little Tasmanian Devil, and a whirlwind around the house. She's quick as a flash from one room to the other. The more her energy increased, the less Spyder's did. After he took ill, I came out to place with the little girl. After all she needed someone to play with.

All Ninja could do was growl at her. She took it like a trooper and shrugged her little shoulders at him. She keeps a respectful attitude, but I see she is bringing Ninja out of his shell and he actually was sleeping on the bed near to her this evening! I was greatly relieved. Now, Perhaps Ninja can take on some of the kitten sitting responsibility around here. I am certainly feeling under the weather and devoid of patience with Sissy right now. She has completely taken over my closet boudoir! Who knew one so tiny could leap up to the closet shelf like that. She watched me do it one time, only, and next thing you know she was in there playing with the ribbons. You see what I mean about her being a Tasmanian Devil? Feisty thing! Oh this is going to be interesting to see how she will liven up the boys!

As queen, I must not let my subjects know I am tired and cold and sneezing. Except for my brief sojourn at the keyboard I have taken to hiding beneath the blankets pushed up to Miss E's warm plumply thigh. (correction: Mommy)