Me and Mom are having problems.

She is mad at me and I am mad at her. And the big man is still the big man. Mom is mad at me because there is a mouse in our house. The mouse is somewhere in Mom's bedroom and it wakes her and the big man up at night running around and scratching on stuff. Mom thinks it is MY job to keep the mice out of our house.

I like mice, they are very crunchy and juicy, just like nice moles, only smaller. I think they are called appetizers, but I am not sure. I would be very happy to catch Mom's mouse and take care of it for her. But the big man gets all worked up when I eat things in the house. I would have to work hard to catch the mouse appetizer and then I'd have to take it outside and watch out for those stupid dogs that live in the yard behind us while I'm trying to enjoy my meal.

The mouse only comes out at night and I am a busy cat at night. I have to prowl at night, because that is what cats do. After two nights of the mouse in the house bothering Mom, she told me I had to stay in and catch the mouse or I would not get cat treats. So I stayed in the house and watched for the mouse. I did not see the mouse. Well, it could have run by when I was napping, but my eyes were closed, so I didn't see it. Mom got all mad at me and went to Walmart but she did not buy cat treats. She bought mouse traps. She was very mad about the mouse traps because she said that the only reason she has a cat to keep away mice. I told her that was not the only reason she had a cat! She has a cat because this is my house! If she wants to stay here, she will have a cat!

So Mom put out mouse traps and we are waiting for the mouse to come to the trap and wait for Mom to get it. I hope that Mom lets me have the mouse when she gets it because mice are very tasty. Mom said she will not give me her mouse. If I want the mouse, I should catch it myself because that is what cats do. So Mom is mad at me about the mouse.

I am mad at Mom because she knows I wanted a turtle dress up for Halloween. I have been very excited about this and have been waiting for Mom to get my dress up. All my friends have their dress ups for Halloween, but I did not have mine.

Mom came home the other day and she was very happy and told me she had my dress up. I came running in the house because I want to be a turtle. Mom said she could not find a turtle dress up for me so she got me something else. I am very mad! This is not cool! I do not want to be an ugly pumpkin cat for Halloween! I am so embarassed!

What if that punk Jesse from down the street sees me in this ugly pumpkin cat dress up? He will tell everyone on the street and all the people and their cats will laugh at me. What if those stupid dogs that live in the yard behind us see me looking like a pumpkin cat? They will laugh and roll on the ground and laugh some more. I am so mad at Mom!

I am mad at Mom about the ugly pumpkin cat dress up. The big man is laughing at me. I am going to bite and scratch him as soon as I figure out how to get out of this dress up. This is not cool and I am not happy. Because I am cool cat.