Cat-tastrophy

Hello all you kitties on the Internets. This is Mocha. Marcus and Emily are my humans. I hacked into Marcus' blog thingy in order to tell all you kitties about the disaster that has happened at our house.

Hershey and I were just fine, living our lives with our humans. Everything was great. But then, a few days ago, Marcus and Emily brought her home. She was a little ball of fur that they decided to call "Twix." What kind of a name is Twix, anyway? I mean, Mocha is sophisticated, and Hershey, well Hershey is cute. But Twix? Please...

Anyway, both Hershey and I explained to them in no uncertain terms that they were to take the fur-ball back to the pet store or Wal-Mart or the dump or wherever they got her immediately. Unfortunately, they did not listen to us. They put her into a big box with cagey stuff on it that they called a kennel. The whine bot made noise all the time. It was so annoying. I even made the hiss noises at her, and she wouldn't shut up! So, to punish our humans, we made ourselves scarce.

The next day they took Ms. Smelly Poop away in a small cage. We thought that they were finally getting rid of the thing, but a little later they came back, and she was still with them. How disappointing.

A couple of days later, again they put her in the little cage and took away. We figured since she had spent a couple more days in the big kennel that they weren't happy with all the noise she made. Finally, we were going to get the house back to ourselves. But, once again we were fooled. She came back with them a little bit later. Why don't they listen to us?

So, now the little home-wrecker is out and about with Hershey and me. We make the hiss sound whenever she gets too close, and we make sure that she doesn't take our favorite spots in the house. We will bide our time until our humans decide that there should only be two cats in this house...