“Hey! Listen up! It’s not my fault I didn’t know the rules about putting away the holiday decorations! I’m just a little guy; it’s my first Christmas! Don’t you think squirting me with the squirt gun every time I was having fun was a little harsh, considering I’ve only been here a week?

As a big brother, Alvin’s not helping me learn the ropes much. He just perched up on the cat tree and looked on like he knew something I didn’t when I started playing with all those shiny ornaments. Now that I think about it, I’m sure he was smirking. I think he enjoyed watching me get shot with water!

We’ve been doing pretty well, all things considered. At first, it gave me the heebie-jeebies when he was crouched like a cougar, stalking me all over the house. But after I got him to lighten up a little bit, we’ve been playing real nice, just like you asked.

Except for the cat box debacle. Can’t you do something about him jumping up on the top of it every time I’m trying to do my business in there? I can’t even get a moment’s privacy. All the time I’m in there I know, as soon as I stick my head out, he’s gonna bop me. He always bops me! Please tell him I’m not his personal play toy!

I like mornings the best around here. When you open your bedroom door and call to us, I’ve beaten Alvin to the bed six times out of seven. The first day shouldn’t count, though. I didn’t know about the snuggle game. What a great way to start the day!

So overall, I’m quite happy here. Thanks for bringing me home from the SPCHS. The day after Christmas was a great time to be adopted. Oh, don’t get me wrong, the people there are all terrific; it’s just nice to have a forever home with you and Alvin.

Meowy belated Christmas, Mom, and Happy New Year! Now let’s all take a nap!”