We Are Family

A few weeks ago, I was at work and Work Mommy told someone that Nikita and I were brother and sister and they asked her, "They're from the same litter?"

Really?

Nikita and I do everything together. We walk together, we nap together, we work together, we try to eat together but Real Mommy seems to think she has to keep us separate so I don't eat Nikita's food. I'm just testing it for her, in case it's too hot or too cold or poisoned or something. You'd think she'd be grateful I'm so selfless, but nooooo....it's "Brownie, stop eating her food!" or "Brownie, that's not yours!" I can't catch a break. I tried to test the cat's food too but no one seems to appreciate the fact that I'm just looking out for them.

Cat Diary, Day 429: The little dog is still here, trying to eat my food. Not cool. Also, leave my litter box alone!

Well, that's my family. We really do love each other. My family is like my own little portable space heater--I cozy up to everyone and enjoy their warmth. I also ignore their personal space boundaries, but that's what family is for...