Boy Blogs: Banished to the Cat Room

It wasn't my fault. Those contractors stressed me out, traipsing all over my poo area with their funny smelling boots and making such a ruckus, not to add the dust. I had to show them... poo on the tiles and make my stance.

Unfortunately Dad wasn't amused.

Now that Mom is pregnant with FiveCatsKid2, she can't change the poo pans nor pick up after us, the messes (yeah yeah, so I remarked the spot a few times) were left for tired old Dad to clean up.

But hey, a cat's gotta protect his space or there'll be none left.

Anyway, Dad got so mad that he put me in the cat room with the rest of the other cats. Now that I am bigger than all of them (not having to share food for some time now), no one bugged me and I even claimed the nice rug as my own.

Tux was mad and howled for a while but I just ignored him. Now that Tux and Sam's relationship seems to be over and they seem to be more rivals than friends, they no longer stalk me, which is good. :D

Mom looks at me plaintively sometimes when she comes to feed us, pets me some, but hey, now I'm king of the hill. It is not so bad. :) One day she'll miss me so much she'll beg Dad to let me back into the rest of the house. I know she will. :p