A Bit about Baby Mao

I feel I should at least mention the white nightmare that is my baby brother Mao.

He is a tabby point siamese and we share the same mother but have different fathers, much like most of the residents on the Isle of Wight (MOL). Mao is only 6 months old and, truly, is the most annoying kitten in existence. Allow me to explain...

There I was, minding my own business, eating all of the food and getting all of the cuddles when one day, the human slaves invaded my environment with a tiny white bundle of annoyance.

I was angry- oh- I was ENRAGED! I shouted and I yowled and I clawed but it made not the slightest difference. The kitten was here to stay.


I fight with baby Mao and he thinks I am playing. I eat all of the food and he thinks I am cleaning the bowl for him. I ignore him and he thinks it is an invitation for cuddles. How stupid can a cat be? We co-exist, not through choice but necessity. The humans are at work all day and I admit, I did get rather lonely before the white terror came to stay. At least I now have a moving target on which to hone my hunting skills.

It has now been four months and our relationship is much the same. Mao continues to grow, despite my attempts to deprive him of nourishment.

The humans fuss and fawn over baby Mao but I know that it won't last. Soon, they will realise once again who is master in this household and they will bow to my superior siamese-ness. Mwa ha ha ha *rubs paws*.