Combat Training

It’s true that my brother Marcus and I are a bit unruly, uncontrolled, and frankly a bit rumbustious. That run across Mother’s face yesterday while she was sleeping was entirely accidental. Father threatened us with the spray bottle—he muttered something about her needing sleep. He doesn’t realize that we are practicing to defend the Homeland from possible invasion.
Our older dog brother, Max, has warned us that the terrible rabbits, squirrels, and chipmunks might invade. He patrols the yard daily. We are protecting the Homeland!

Yes, we cats must do our part, and the combat must be realistic. Of course, that time Marcus bit my tail and I had to go to the vet was a bit extreme. But he now has a nice scratch right across his nose. I have plans to trap him in the closet and ” accidentally” shut the door. The last time I did it, he was there until Father came home.

I understand at a glance, it would seem that we are just two quarreling siblings, but in fact, we are securing the safety of our home. If there is one thing I’d love for Mother and Father to understand, it’s that.
Oh, and maybe that we need three meals a day, not two. Soooooo stingy with the food!