Dad says I gotta agree to this, "or else".

"Or else" what? Sometimes I really wonder if that silly Twolegger understands who runs this house. He seems to forget that I'm here 24/7, no days off, no "outside" privilages like the stoopid Dog - I've got total responsibility for the whole house while Dear Ol' Dad and Cinder, the Dog, both trot off to what they call "work" every day.

Here's his list of "Kat's Resolutions"...
  • I will STOP calling attention to the need to change the litter box by doing a pee over the edge, onto the floor.
  • I won't un-spool fresh rolls of toidy paper.
  • I'll stop over reacting when Dog butt-sniffs me at 3 AM.
  • I won't push all the loose stuff off the dresser every night.
  • Tell my mouse buddys to go back outside 'fore Dad gets home.
  • No more than 2 mices allowed in house at same time.
  • Have said mice pee & poop in litter box, not beside my food bowl.
  • Stop rubbing on phone, which knocks it off-hook.
  • I'll not chew off Dog's whiskers.
  • Stop *screaming* when I get tired of wrasslin' with Cinder Dog.
  • Hold off dipping paw in Dad's ice cream bowl till he's mostly done with it.


Cripe sakes! What's he want - a new Kat? Cinder Dog said she also had to agree to mend her ways, so I'd better OK these res'loozshins if I want to keep eating and sleeping inside.

Since it's winter outside, OK - I agree.

/s Boots, the Kat