He forgot to buy me food.

Once again, my human is making videos of me and my neglected care. I don't see the point in keeping evidence such as this, as I will use it against him eventually.

As for Gibson, I regret every trying to get him to help Todd. He won't shut up, and his mouth is going to get me in trouble if Steve catches on.

Next plan of action:
• 1.) Stop teaching Gibson new words so he can't get me in trouble.
• 2.) Kill Gibson.
• 3.) Find a new fluffy cat for Todd and trick it into helping us.
• 4.) Move to Todd's house.
• 5.) Live happily ever after.

I hate my life.

Being stuck at home with Gibson and Shelby is torture. I have GOT to get this little furball to come to Todd's with me so he will cheer up. I can't stay here much longer.

Playing dead

The funniest damn thing happened today! I was bored as hell, just laying on the floor with my paws up a little. Steve (My human) looked at me funny... He took this picture of me..

Then he came over and checked to see if I was breathing, so I held my breath. He started to cry a little bit, I tried not to laugh!

Next thing I know, he is stuffing me in a little box. I didn't want to go in, so I tightened all of my muscles as stiff as I could.

He turned my legs and pushed me in. It hurt a little, but I didn't want to ruin the joke.

I think I waited a little too long before jumping up to surprise him, because I got buried in the dirt. I clawed and clawed my way out of the box and it took a while to dig my way back to the top.

I waited until the giant light bulb in the sky went away, and then snuck back inside. Steve was sitting on a chair and I jumped on his lap. The look on his face was priceless!

Stupid human.

Happy Birthday To Me!

So this is a birthday eh? A can of wetfood and some catnip that I'm not allowed to have? Kind of a let down.

Stupid Cat.

He is the dumbest animal I have ever had to work with. He cannot be taught. We talked for 20 minutes. "Will you come with me to help Todd?".. I asked... He looked at me with his retarded eyes and responed, "Help!?".... I give up....

Back home.. For now......

Todd left a window open today, so I got a chance to come back home. Steve seemed happy to see me, but he still didn't get me anymore nip.

I asked Gibson if he would help Todd. This cat is retarded. All he did was repeat "Help" after me. I don't think he understands what I am saying. I tried to kill him to shut him up, but his "Help" screaming got Steve's attention, and once again we were recorded by the stupid video recording device.

I have posted the human's video here as evidence of Gibson's mental illness. I will try to work with the special kitty again tomorrow. But I may need more nip soon.

Damn you Todd!

He is a completely different human today. No food in my bowl, no cat nip and he wants me to follow him downstairs. I don't want to go downstairs! I am sick of him trying to make me! It's dark and stinky!

Maybe he is just angry. I need to get Gibson over here quick so he will be happy again and forget about Ibanez. Then he will give me what I want and stop trying to force me downstairs!

I'm going back home today. Who knows, maybe Steve finally got some more nip for me!

If he did, I would stay home for a while until Todd calms down. But eventually, I have to get Gibson over here to help.