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.