Mom and Dad hate me. I thought they loved me as much as I love them, but it is just not true. Yesterday they proved that they hate me. Dad had told Mom that he missed Sophia. They discussed getting another cat who would purr and be happy sitting on Dad’s lap. I knew that both of them had loved Sophia, but Dad has been especially sad about her passing. I’ve asked him to pick me up so I could hug him and kiss his ear. I had hoped that would be enough, but I guess it wasn’t what he needed.

Mom drove them to a cat rescue. They both smelled like a lot of different cats when they got home. Mom said that Dad held a dozen different cats and kittens. He decided he wanted a 4 month old female kitten that is about 75% Siamese. I hate her. I growled and hissed at her to tell her to leave. She hasn’t. She runs around the house, climbs on Mom’s desk where I like to nap on Mom’s desk chair, and wraps around Dad’s legs until he picks her up. Missy barked at her, but later I saw them kissing. Disgusting! How could they do this to me?

They had given her a name at the rescue that Mom said doesn’t really fit her. Dad is trying hard to think of the best name for her. I had hoped that if they don’t give her a name, they might take her back to the rescue. That hope is probably gone, because this afternoon Mom fit her into a tiny pink harness that I think Sophia wore years ago. If she wears a harness, that means they plan to put her into the van when we travel. I may be stuck with her. Why do they hate me so much?

I’ll add pictures of her another time. She really hasn’t held still very much for pictures unless she is asleep. At least last night, she slept next to Dad. She better not try to sleep beside Mom. That is my place. I’ll make sure she understands the rules. I’ll keep hissing at her for now. She needs to know I hate her even if she is kind of cute.