Pearls of Wisdom

Hello Internets,

It’s been almost 2 weeks since the Cracked House was graced with my presence. I immediately made the master’s bedroom my own private little getaway and have informed them that no, I most certainly will not be coming out of said bedroom (unless that big white male cat thing they call my brother…what was his name again? Cletus? Clumsy? Oh yes, Clyde! That’s it!) is outside. Therefore, all of my meals must be served in my private chambers.

I have also let it be known (by having an “oops”, of course) that I will most certainly not under any circumstances be sharing a litter box with that big white cat. I mean, let’s face it ladies…men are not the sharpest crayon in the box when it comes to bathroom cleanliness, am I right? Can I get a “meow”?

And as for that big white cat that these humans call my new brother…

Have you ever seen such a big lump of laziness? I mean, I know I stay under the bed all the live long day, but I’m doing important stuff under there…not yawning and sleeping. Anyway, I let him know straight-up when he’s getting too close to me by hissing and giving what I call “the growl”. He acts all big and stuff, but he’s learning that I am NOT here to play. I’m all about business…being aloof and looking pretty on this queen size bed that I let the humans sleep on at night. They just think it’s their bed.

So yes, I’m adjusting quite well in case you were wondering, and am taking much joy in seeing my owner scramble about to make me feel like a part of the family.

It’s good to be queen.

Love,
Pearl