I am one of the "old" kittens in my house. I'm not really old, but I'm about the oldest of us kids. I live with my Shira-mom, Peanut-dad, Uncle Zeke (he's not really my uncle -- he's not even a forest cat!), Cousin Talia, Aunt Bria (I call her aunt even though we're not related), big sister Kalira, little brother Mirek, and little sister Fiala. Oh, sometimes -- like now -- there are more of my little brothers and sisters in the house, but it's too much to name them all here. Mostly it's a lot of fun living with everyone, but I have to tell you, MY LITTLE SISTER IS A PEST! 

Olly (that's what we usually call Fiala) is always chasing me, teasing me, pouncing on me, and stealing my toys. She always has to push her way to the front and stand close to lisa-mom when it's time for breakfast and supper. Olly thinks she'll get fed first if she stands in front. Silly little girl, nobody gets food until lisa-mom puts it down on the floor (except Shira-mom, that is) and then she's further away and has to climb over everyone else to get to the plate. Which she does.

Bad as she is at home, Olly is an even bigger pest on the way to shows and in the cage at shows. On the way to shows, she gets bored. So she bites at me, trying to get me to wake up and play. When I ignore her she climbs all over me, bugging me to groom her. Then she falls asleep beside or on top me. She says I make a really good pillow! I wish she'd just leave me alone so I could take a nap. I think riding in the car is boring, too, but I think sleeping is the best idea. Then it doesn't seem so long. 

Once we get to the show, Olly is all over me. Sometimes lisa-mom puts her in the cage with Lira so I can have some peace and quiet. But then Olly gets restless and lisa-mom puts her back with me. She just has to be in my cage. Olly uses me for a pillow. She makes biscuits on my tummy. She rubs against me and asks me to wash her. Then, any time someone comes by to see us, she stands right in front of me so they have to look around her to see me. They say, "oh what a pretty cat!" But I'm a handsome boy (my lisa-mom says so) so I think Olly should let them see me, too. But no, she's just a little princess and wants all the attention. Okay, she is pretty cute, but still... 

One day at the show I decided I would groom Olly and maybe everyone wouldn't pay all the attention to her. I got her head really wet and I made her hair stand up in spikes. Lisa-mom, Aunt Sondra and the Sheila lady we were by all started laughing and called Olly a "punk" kitten. Then lisa-mom told her she couldn't go to the ring like that, so she combed Olly and put her in with Lira so I wouldn't do it again. I'm going to have to try that again one of these days. 

Lisa-mom says Olly is going to go away and live with her new Patti-mom one of these days. And she's going VERY far away, so we probably won't ever get to see her after she leaves. Lisa-mom gets sad when she talks about it. It makes me sad, too. Olly is a big pest, but she says I'm her best friend. And I love her, too. I think lisa-mom should let us stay together. I don't suppose I'm going to get my way -- I never do when it comes to who comes and goes at our house -- but I'm sure going to miss Olly when she leaves. Even if she is a pest. 

Brasen