Listen, I'm a Sphynx and that is why I sometimes leave a brown spot where my back touches the wall behind the computer monitor when I've laid there for a few hours.

It's not my fault.

So stop laughing about it.

Hi:

This is Grover.

Piggy likes to lick our scratching post.

He is weird.

He makes it all soggy.

Love

Grover

La Vie En Rose sung by Madelaine Peyroux is my new favorite song. I fall asleep as soon as I hear it.

I wish I could explain why I only like to go in the big kitchen sink if I'm NOT getting bath.

It's a fun place to play and sometimes there are puddles.

But I only like it when I'm NOT having a bath in it.

I think the worst part about having a bath is the being wet part.

I like the baby soap though. It makes me smell delicious.

But I think I smell good all the time anyway.

So does my mom.

Grover thinks I smell like mushrooms and potatoes.

He's always mentioning it.

Hi:

This is Grover.

Listen, I want to tell you something.

If you are going to pretend it wasn't you who knocked the chocolate chip cookies off the cooling rack onto the floor and tasted them all, it helps if you first lick the chocolate from your whiskers.

Love,

Grover

I like to sit in puddles in the bathtub. Then I like to go into my litterbox and get litter stuck to me and cry until someone does something about it.

I like to sit on top of the stove, but today it got too hot and I had to get off quick!

Today I bit my mom through the shower curtain while she was taking a shower.

She screamed.

Hee hee hee.

Hi:

It's Grover.

I like Pepperidge Farm Goldfish Crackers. The cheddar ones.

I like that they look like little fish.

And I like that they taste salty.

Love,

Grover

Yesterday, everyone got up at 9 o'clock but I stayed in bed until after 2.

Then I got lots of hugs and kisses, ate something, drank something, sniffed Grover's butt and took a nice long nap on the computer monitor.

Perfect day.

I got stuck on top of the refrigerator today.

Gosh, I am very sleepy today! I've been up what, I guess about an hour now. I ate, I drank, I sat on my mom's shoulder, I smacked Grover, he smacked me back.

I'd say it's nap time.

We got yelled out last night and it's all Grover's fault.

I chased him from the kitchen to the living room and then we wrestled on the couch. And then he chased me into the kitchen and we wrestled on the stove.

But it's HIS fault the tea-pot fell off and made a loud sound.

When mom takes hair out of the bathroom drain, try to grab it from her and chew on it.

It's fun.

Hi:

It's Grover.

I wanted to tell you about this big decoration strung between my house and the house across the street. One night we went to sleep and it wasn't there. The next day when I went to look out the window, there it was.

I have no idea where it came from.

It's red and green and it has lights.

I like to watch it swing back and forth, back and forth. I want to smack it with my paw but the window is closed. It's cold out you know.

What's especially good, is the best place to watch it from is on the windowsill right above the radiator.

It is so warm there.

That's all.

Love,

Grover

Yawn. Nothing to say. Back to bed.

OH! It snowed! It is so beautiful!

Me and Grover sat on the windowsill above the radiator getting toasty warm and watching the white fall out of the sky.

Mom opened the window a little and I stuck my paw in all that white.

It was cold. And tasty.

Do not, I repeat, do NOT drink from the pan on the stove that has water and bubbles in it.

Serious.

I didn't sleep well last night. My mom kept moving around and it was really annoying. Every time I'd get comfortable against her belly she'd turn over and I'd have to switch to the other side because I like to be against her belly, not her back.

She kept me up all night.

So, now that she's gone to work I'm going back to bed.

I got stuck on top of the big bookcase. Mom asked how the hell I got up there and I couldn't tell her because I have no idea.

It's just that Grover ALWAYS goes to the top of the other big bookcase and he sits up there looking down on me, so I tried for hours to get to the top of the one he wasn't on so I could show him a thing or two about a thing or two.

So finally I did it!

I was up there. It was nice! It's very high and you can see the whole world.

Grover couldn't care less though. He jumped down from his bookcase and went to lay on the bed.

But I couldn't get down. I cried and cried but he wouldn't help me. He did come look at me a few times but he told me that's what I get for trying to do everything he does, and that if I got up, I can get down. Just figure it out, he said.

I was so glad when mom came home and saved me!!!!

Hi, it's Grover.

I have favorite things, too:

I love to drink water from the bathroom faucet.

I love to play with stuffed furry mice toys but I'm not allowed to anymore because one time I swallowed one whole and had to go to the doctor.

I love to sit on my mom's lap when she's on the computer.

Love,

Grover

Oh, I have more favorite things:

When my mom pours water from the Brita pitcher into our water bowls - I like to stick my paw in it

Licking bowls that had pasta in them

Licking the computer monitor

Hi:

This is Grover again.

I haven't left yet.

Bye.

These are three of my favorite things:

Chasing Grover

Licking mom's fingers when she eats cheese popcorn

Playing hockey on the kitchen floor with pieces of my food from the bowl

Now I know what guests are. Ali and his daddy came over. It was fun. I ate a bird. I think it was called a game hen. Whatever it was, it was worth the bath.

Grover and I played so much yesterday that we stayed in bed with mom this morning until almost 10:30.

It's 11:30 now.

Nap time!

Grover is sleeping on the stove and he's extra cranky today.

If anyone should be cranky, it's me. I just had another bath. That's two this week already.

Mom said we are having guests. I don't know what guests are, but if it means I have to take a bath, I don't want any.

Hi.

This is Grover.

Piglet is a bully.

A big, wrinkly, smelly, pot-bellied bully.

I've had enough of him.

No matter what I do, he has to be there. When I sleep he tries to get next to me and wakes me up. When I find something to play with he has to play, too. When I'm sitting on my mom's lap, he has to jump up.

I can't stand it anymore.

I've tried to leave, but I can't get the doors to open.

I'm going to try extra hard today.

You might not hear from me again.

Love,

Grover

I think Grover wants to run away.

He's always crying at the door.

It's so cool here - I can't imagine why he'd want to go. I heard mom telling someone that he's never been the same since I came along. That he used to be playful and sweet and now he's mostly a grumpus.

I'd be very lonely if he ran away.

I hope he doesn't.

Every time Grover goes into the litterbox, I hide right around the corner and as soon as he realizes I'm there and looks out at me, I jump on him!

So, last night I'm on the couch with mom and Grover - and no, of course Grover wasn't anywhere near me because he says I smell like mushrooms - and mom's watching this movie Monsoon Wedding and me and Grover are kind of falling in and out of sleep and all of a sudden I hear this cat meowing on the TV and I jumped up from my sleep and ran to the TV and meowed back because I thought he was talking to me.

Everyone laughed at me.

I really don't understand what was so funny.

My belly hurts.

Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that spider.

So, we have a new couch. It's great. Since we moved here we've been laying on the floor to watch TV. That was fun too because we could do flying leaps at mom if she wasn't paying attention.

But the couch is great and we're all happy. Grover likes to scratch at it and I think that's pretty fun, too. It's like a big giant scratching post! Mom keeps squirting us but that just adds to the fun.

Now it's all covered up with different blankets and what not. We still scratch it though. Especially when mom isn't home. Like right now.

I like to scratch my scratching post and then the couch to really fine tune my nails. Grover taught me that.

What does, "I will kick both your little asses if you scratch that fucking couch one more time!" mean? Mom keeps saying it, but I really don't get it...

I've been gone a long time. I always say that, I know, but really, I'm a cat and I don't have much control over these things. I blame it all on my mom.

We moved! We've living in this big old place now and Grover and I love it. We can run end to end (it's a railroad apartment) and it's wicked fun to chase each other. Mom gets a bit pissed off if we keep it up, but we can't help it. It's great!

We also like the sunlight that comes in through the windows at both ends of the apartment.

Unfortunately, I've not seen any mice here, not even one. I did kill a spider though.

Wow! I've been gone so long again! I blame my mom this time - she took a long trip and her beautiful friend stayed with us but she never turned the computer on and I didn't know how to do it myself. She was so nice to me and Grover though.

We loved her so much that while she was here we brought her lots of presents. For some reason (I think it has to do with all the banging down below us, something called construction) Grover and me found a LOT of mice in the past few weeks. It was so much fun!!!! Every time we saw one, we'd play with it and then we'd bring it to our babysitter. Sometimes in bed. Sometimes when she was eating. We just wanted her to know how much we loved her and appreciated here staying her while mom was gone.

Unfortunately, I don't think she got the message, because after a few days of us bringing her presents, she cried and cried and her sister came here and after they threw away all the food on the wicker shelf, she ended up leaving!

We felt bad. We couldn't understand why she wouldn't want our presents! And, we missed having her here during the night. But we adjusted.

Anyway, she showed up twice a day after that and took really good care of us. I was a bit pissed off though when she gave me a bath! I couldn't believe it! After I'd been so nice to her and all she actually made me take bath! And then, to add insult to injury, she cleaned my ears.

Grover, as usual, didn't have to deal with any of that. I swear, just because I don't have fur people think they can take advantage of me. Harrumph.

So, it all turned out OK and really, it was quite an adventure for everyone.

The mice are all gone now, but I wish we'd see a few because mom is home and we're so happy to have her back that we wanted to give her some presents, too. Maybe today will be our lucky day!

I haven't written in a long time and I have no excuse. I just didn't feel like it.

It's been very hot. Mostly I sit and watch the birds outside. Grover does that, too.

There was this show on TV about an island you can visit with little huts built on stilts above the water. Part of the floor was glass and you could see fish swimming beneath you. I want to go there. Grover does, too. We think it would be quite delicious.

Happy 1st Birthday Piglet!

I am glad you are my brother.

Even if you are very annoying and a big brat and you smell like mushrooms.

Love,

Grover

Today is my birthday! I am one year old!
Grover was five years old on June 7th but who cares.
I heard mom talking about all sorts of cool toys for me. I think she is going to give them to me later.
I'm really so excited. I think I'll sleep most of the day so I have lots of energy to play with myfun stuff later. Then again, I sleep most of the day every day anyway.
I hope she gets me a live mouse. YAY!
Grover is very loud today and he keeps calling me so I'm going to see what he wants.

We had a good weekend. Mostly we sat on cushions on the window sill and watched the pigeons and took naps and ate. We also chased each other around a lot and tried to scratch a hole in the floor. I just know I heard another mouse under there.

My birthday is tomorrow. I will be one year old. Grover's birthday was June 7th and he was five years old. How can I be bigger than him if he's older than me?

OK, Grover let me sleep near him. Not NEXT to him, but near him. I really think he likes me better since we played with the mouse.
Yesterday I got a bath. I don't mind baths too much (I like to play with the yellow duck) but I do mind getting my ears cleaned. I hate it. Afterwards I scratch and scratch my ears.
I hate nail-clipping more than ear-cleaning.
Mostly I hate getting my butt wiped with baby wipes every time I go poo. I don't know why I always have a poopy butt, but I wish they'd just leave me alone about it. It's embarrassing!

I think Grover might be getting closer to letting me snuggle him. The past two nights (since we played with the mouse together) he has been a little nicer to me and he slept on the bed against mommy's head instead of all the way across the room on the trunk like he usually does.

Wow! Grover and I had the BEST time last night!
We found a mouse in the kitchen! I had never seen one before. It was so much fun.
We played hockey with it. Then we played catch with it. Then we played "stomp on the mouse" with it!
Then we heard screams (mom) and yells (Ali) and we couldn't understand what the fuss was about.
We didn't want to leave the mouse because we weren't done playing with it. But, since it had stopped moving (and since Ali squirted us about fifty times with Mr. Black while saying "GET AWAY FROM THE MOUSE, BOYS!") we ran into the bedroom to tell mommy how much fun we just had.
When Ali came into the bedroom, we ran back into the kitchen to get the mouse to bring it to mom for a present. But it was gone. We were so sad. I know mommy would have loved us bringing her a present.
I hope we find another one for her.

This weekend I was mean to my mom. I paid no attention to her at all. I wouldn't even sleep with her like I usually do.
I tried to spend as much time as possible snuggling anything but my mom.
Every time she tried to pick me up or talk to me I'd turn my head and pretend she wasn't there. It was funny!
Last night though, mom got really upset that I wouldn't sleep with her and wouldn't play with her. She said, "Piggers hates me!" and she looked sad.
After that, it wasn't so much fun any more.
So, I climbed under the covers and snuggled against her belly like usual and that was the end of that.

I heard mom talking about putting a turtleneck sweater on me. I don't know what that is, but I don't like the sound of it.

Will someone please explain to me why every single time that Grover is sleeping and I climb next to him and try to snuggle up, he hisses at me and runs away?

Do I smell?

Hi
This is Grover again. Piglet doesn't cover his poop after he uses the litterbox and I'm sick of it.
Serious.
Love,
Grover

Something very exciting has happened! Daymented loves me and Grover so much that she made a whole page just for us! WOW!
I hope we get to meet her someday. Mommy thinks she's fab (and cute!) and I'd give her extra special licks all over her face.
I got so excited when I saw all those pictures of how adorable I am (oh yeah, Grover is pretty cute, too) that I wore myself out running around. Now I'm going to climb on the window sill and see if the dancing guy is there. Then I'm going to go to sleep.
Mommy forgot to give us our meat this morning. I don't know if this ever happened before. I know there is a whole bowl of dry food in the kitchen, but I want my raw meat!
She better remember tonight or I'll be mad. Grover said she wouldn't forget. Oh well.
OK, nap time! It's hard to be a star.

I spent a lot of time this weekend sleeping on Ali's chest. I like to lick him, but he says, "Stop that, Piggy, it hurts." I'm just trying to help because he needs a bath.

Hey!
WHAT THE...!??!??!?
How the heck did Grover get on here?!!?!?
GROVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, this is what Piglet's been doing in here so much! He is such a brat!
This is Grover. I am a really good cat no matter what Piglet tries to tell you. You can ask my mom.
Everything was perfect in my life until Piglet came along. Sure, I was lonely after Cheshire Cat died, but I adjusted. I had my mom all to myself for almost a year after that. It was great!
Then, she went away all day and came home with this little thing I thought was a rat. He smells, too. Like mushrooms. I could not believe it. I was so pissed off. So disappointed. He's barely a cat. Barely. He doesn't even have fur!
And she loves him and she's not faking it. I can tell. Geez. It's so completely insulting.
OK, Piglet is coming so I'm signing off. But I'll be back!
Love,
Grover

The house is dark and quiet.
I am going to curl up on the blanket that's on the chair and sleep all day.
I'm going to see if Grover will let me snuggle him. I like his fur. He never lets me though.

I want to tell you about this person who lives across the alley way. He is pink, just like me. He has a pot belly just like me.
He likes to dance in front of his window. He doesn't see me watching him.
I told Grover about him, but Grover didn't want to watch.
I'm going to see if the dancing person is there again. He's funny.

We got new water bowls. I like them, but they are too heavy to knock over anymore.
Darn.

This morning I found something fun in the bathroom. It was kind of crinkly when I bit it and it was small so I could carry it in my mouth and it was fun to toss about. I brought it into the kitchen to play with. It rolled nicely. I put it in my water bowl so Grover wouldn't get it.
But mom wasn't too pleased when she came into the kitchen and found it there. "Piggers," she said, "Where the heck did you get a tampon from?"
She took it out of the bowl and said something about it being a good thing it was still in the wrapper and then she threw it in the garbage.
That's OK though. I found a whole box of them under the sink in the bathroom. Tampons are my new favorite toy!

Slept.
Ate.
Watched the pigeons.
Jumped on Grover.
Pooped.
Ate.
Napped.
Greeted mommy at the door.
Jumped on Grover.
Ate.
Pooped.
All in all, a very good day.

Last night, Grover was playing fetch with mom with the yellow sparkle ball thing. It looked like fun, so when mom threw the ball into the hallway I beat Grover to it and swatted it into the bathroom. Then I picked it up in my mouth and was going to bring it back to mom, but Grover stood in my way and loudly growled at me and then he smacked me.

So I jumped on top of him and bit his ear and he hissed and scratched my cheek so I slammed him in the head and kicked him with my back feet and then Mr. Black came out and we both got wet and mom took us into the bedroom and closed the door so we had to stay in there.

I just curled up by her belly and purred and went to bed. Grover, of course, wouldn't sleep with us and curled up on the pillow on the trunk instead.

I don't get it. Aren't toys supposed to be played with?

Last night I had a dream that Grover was walking on two legs.
I think I will stay far away from him today...

Mom is going to be pissed, but this is NOT my fault.
Grover was up on the refrigerator and I was trying to get up there with him to see what he was doing. He's always trying to get to places I can't get to. He likes to be alone or something. He wouldn't let me come up, so I had to start swatting at him and somehow the entire cannister of sugar fell off the top of the fridge and onto the floor.
Some of the sugar is on the stove, too. It felt funny on my feet when I walked through it.
It's kind of messy but very fun! I played around in it a little bit - you can sort of throw it across the floor! And, it all kind of stuck to where I knocked over the water this morning. I ate some. It's good! But now my face is sticky and I feel a little sick so I'm going to take a nap.
Grover looks funny with white sugar in his black fur.

OK, there is this thing on the windowsill. It doesn't look like me or Grover. It is ugly.

It sits on the windowsill right outside where me and Grover are watching him. Well, I'm watching him, Grover is sort of peeking at him from around the curtain, being all stealth and what-not. Actually, he's a lot better at that than I am - I think because he's black and small and I'm big and pink.

Anyway, so this thing pretends it doesn't even notice us. But, if I move a little bit or hit the window, he flies away to the windowsill across the ally and ignores us from over there! Grover gets mad when I do this. He said if I just sit very still and act like he does, we might have a chance of catching it. Oh yeah, it's a pigeon. That's what Grover said. A pigeon.

I want it!

My name is Piglet and I'm a Sphynx.

Yes, I am bald. But I'm supposed to be.

Mom says I can sometimes be a bully because I like to kick Grover's ass. I also like to jump on top of him when he's eating or drinking. It's funny!

I'm five year's younger than him (I won't even be a year old until the summer), but I outweigh him by nearly ten pounds. I'm solid muscle, too, but I have the perfect breed standard pot-belly (because I'm supposed to).

Anyway, so I like to try and beat up Grover but I'm really just wanting to play and he refuses to play with me. Instead, he gets pissed off and then I run away and he chases me. So then I'll chase him and inevitably we'll knock our water bowl over or knock something off the table and mom gets pissed and Mr. Black comes out. He's a squirt bottle and he means trouble.

Neither one of us like Mr. Black. He's mean and he makes us wet. It's highly insulting and afterwards we have to give ourselves baths to get the water off.

Sometimes we don't care if Mr. Black comes out and we still run around like freaking maniacs. Then mom gets pissed and puts us in her bedroom and that is the end of that.

Usually, Grover will try to blame me for getting us in trouble. But it's really all his fault because he won't play with me. Grover will go by the bedroom door and meow to get mommy's attention. She'll sometimes meow back and then Grover and I look at one another and roll our eyes.

Well, I hear mommy coming so I have to get off the computer now. I'm just going to jump on top of the monitor and go to sleep like usual. It's nice and warm up there. I'm glad Grover's not up there...I'm not in the mood for a fight right now.