Sweet Thursday

Once upon a time, Thursday was a super cute little kitten. So tiny and special and precious and perfect.

And she could squeeze under anything.

And she brought joy and happiness and perfectness to everyone who came near her. She was the bestestest kitten in the whole wide entire world.

And then she started to grow up and she was bestest buds with everyone. Especially her uncle Buddy.

They couldn’t get enough of each other, because Thursday is the sweetest and most wonderfullest kitty ever.

Sometimes she still talks about Uncle Budward. She says he was bester than any kitty—

But I think I’m winning her over. She’s the bestestest big sister a kitty could ever ask for.

STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don’t believe anything you’ve just read.

It’s lies.

Lots and lots of badder than baddest lies.

The worstest of lies.

My blog has been Pippernapped—

Or Pipkin blognapped it—

Or...Or..or—

Pip stole my blog!

I don’t love Thursday. She's not the bestest kitty ever. Really, truly, mostly definitely it wasn’t me!!!!!

It was him!

No I have to fix everything. Undue everything he's done!

This is exhausting! I'm going to take another nap.

But this time I'm locking my computer.

Pipkin's Dark Secret

I had my suspicions about Pipkin.

He can’t be a real. All that sweet, cute, happy-with-life stuff all the time.

Impossible!

He’s not a real cat. He’s an evil clone of Thursday!

I’ve tried telling Daddy, but he wouldn’t believe me.

Until now.

Now I have proof. A photogr—

Photoraf—

I have a picure.

Observe. Thursday enters the box.

Thursday leaves the box.

And then...

Wait for it...

You’ll never believe it...

But I saw it with my own eyes...

I told you! Pipkin’s nothing more than an evil clone!

Probably out to destroy the world.

Valentine's Day

“Happy Valentine’s Day to me.

Happy Valentine’s Day to me.

Happy Valentine’s Day to Gilly!

Happy Valentine’s Day to me.”

What’s the bestest present I could get for Valentine’s Day?

Pipkin did this to Thursday, not me!

Disgusting!

Thank you, Pip. Sometimes you’re not that bad—when you don’t come anywhere near me.

The Siamesers are Everywhere

I can’t get away from them.

I went to play with my favorite toys and...

I tried to curl up with Mommy on the couch and...

I ran upstairs to find Dad – he always has a place for me!

But...

So I gave up.

I decided to take a nap.

On my favoritest spot at the end of the couch.

Where nobody ever bothers me...

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

How do they always know?

Back Out of Hiding

Sorry it’s been so so so long.

Daddy’s been hogging the computer. Working on his nophel...or novle...or something like that. I’ve tried to sneak in and get a message to everyone...

But Daddy’s never alone.

So I’ve done what I do best.

I hid.

And hid some more.

And ran away from the Siamesers - very very fast.

But life hasn’t been all awful.

One good thing happened.

The monster in the basement went home!

So the basement is safe (but still super scary, even without a monster!).

And now it’s just me and the Siamesers again.

And something's going on. Something not right. Something really, really, really ungood:

They’re being nice to me.

Purtending to be my friends.

But I know what they’re up to.

I know about their plan.

They’re watching me.

Waiting for me to let my guard down.