This is a pic of somebody else's problem..I mean Siamese. Looks remarkably like mine though. He is a beauty.

I am getting disenchanted with the cat. The bugger bit me! He has done it before but I thought those were love bites, I was warned about it, but this time I think he may have meant it maliciously. Case in point, after this biting me right on my lips, I squealed as in disbelief, smacked him and put (threw?) him down.

I am presently in his room and he is not coming out of his hidey place. He is pissed too!

I am mad at him, and I guess he's sensitive to know it. I feel like I should just feed him, clean his box and let him be. Oh, and by the way, he loves my husband.

I have joked to Husband, well then we will keep getting cats until one of them likes me. We will have 10 cats.

I know somewhere, someone (stop it Mark!) is laughing. You did tell me so, Mark. I guess I should ready the blender.

Now he's on me, kneading my stomach. Damn these cats are moody. I don't know where they get it from!