Confusion

Have you ever been so confused in your life, that you did not know what you feel? You are close to someone and yet far, you look at each other and hit, instead of kissing, because you are afraid to admit what is going on; you look at her and have no idea why this creature is so important to you, but you feel it in your guts, and ready to forgive all those bites, sudden jumps and hogging all the attention some times. I still won’t let her steal my treats or deprive me of my naps, but I like when she misses me, you know. Whenever I leave home, even for 5 mins, I come back to a yelling little monster who starts purring to Mom and jumping at me simultaneously. She can’t be alone at all. You know what warms my heart most of all, she is purring to Mom, but she switches to me instantly and chooses to go play with me, not stay and have some girl time with Mom.

I never could imagine I’d love someone except for Mom. But now, I’m afraid, I do. Having Kleo back with us made me realize how much I love this little ball of fur with a fire under her tail. Mom thinks Pixie chose her over Kleo and started following her around when she was not even a months old yet, but we all know who she chose to be with, right?

Still, I am confused about it, can’t grasp the moment when I turned from hating all the other cats to loving one.

Mornings are for kisses

Mornings are for kisses. Did you know that? I bet you did. But my little sister Pixie ignores this rule as much as she can!
The first thing I do when I wake up is always…well, sometimes I go to pee, but the first things after that are definately massage and kisses. I sing a love song to Mom, she massages me and rubs my face and tells me that I am the most beautiful boy in the World and she loves me more than anyone (her tune has changed a bit since we have Pixie. Now she is adding that this little terrorist is the most beautiful girl in the World, can you believe it???).
And right when I am feeling like I am the happiest catman in the world, Pixie attacks!! She jumps on me, hugs my neck with her tiny paws and plunge her tiny razor teeth into my shoulder! Or she dances around my delicate butt like a crazy monkey biting or hitting me with every round.
Mom tries to give her a massage too and she tries to pet Pixie and explain her that morning is a time to greet the World and express love, but she squeaks back and runs away in a wacky way!
What are your mornings for? Kisses or crazies?