Dear Edwina,

I can relate to your dislike of the boy cat. At Christmas my meowmie brought home a tiny ball of orange fur and said that I needed a little brother. This little brother, Tanner, is now bigger than I am and he picks on me all the time. Then she figured that one brother wasn't enough ... she brought home TWO more boy cats. These ones are a little different because their daddy-cat is in the army and he can't take them with him to some place called Iraq(??). She says that they will only be here for a little while, but these guys are BIG.

I have been trying really hard to ignore them, which is what you should do. I am still her little girl and "queen" of the house and I let her know that every morning. Things MUST be done exactly how I like them, not how all the boys want. But the good thing is that Tanner now leaves me alone and tries to play with the other boys and I get alot more treats

So sometimes there are good things that came come with boy cats ... but you have to tell the furless ones that you are still their princess.

Signed

Emily (the Tabby Cat)