“Hey! Over here! Remember me, the cat you brought home a year ago today? Why’d the new little terror get his say in your blog a couple days ago while you’ve never let me near your keyboard?

It’s not that I’m jealous of Simon or anything. It’s just that I thought I was supposed to be an only child, and then you went and brought a kitten in here the day after Christmas. A kitten! What in the world were you thinking?

That kinky-tailed speed monster is everywhere at once. He’s taken over the cat tree and he’s first to the food bowl, eating like there’s no tomorrow. And that comment he made about beating me to the bed for snuggle time every morning? Ha! I let him win!

He’s not such a bad sort, overall. And when you’re in the rec room, we both manage to nap on the back of the couch without killing each other. But I have a request: Could you please get another cat bed for the office before he gets any bigger? When you’re in there working we end up piled on top of each other, and although Simon may be smaller, he’s heavy!

I know, I know… Everybody sing: He’s not heavy, he’s my brother. Ha, ha! Beat you to it, Mom. Now, about that additional cat bed… Could you hurry with that?!