Theft being top of the list. I have already removed stale minute old food from dishes left around the kitten room. But my most famous move was to steal food which was locked in the kitten pen with a slight gap for the Minicats to come and go. There was just enough room for me to slide my 'go go gadget' leggie in with half of my shoulder and look longingly through the wire and scraped and scraped with my paw until it caught on the dishy and I dragged it longingly towards my awaiting mouth. Now, my head will fit into the 'gap' but not my whole body and the only way I can achieve even that much is to twist my head sideways - hey presto. Now to chow down. Oh yeah. This resolution thing is wonderful and my tummy is full of forbidden things that will no doubt end in the Pink Tray later today. Who cares, live for the now. But for now I am one happy cat - or I was until I was caught by ManSlave and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get my head out fast enough and I was caught, red pawed, face full and decidedly pink. YAWP!
My following resolution is controversial, even to me. I MUST NOT STEAL! Every time I steal something or outwit the Parentals, I suffer. They also know by just 'looking' at me that I have stolen. This is hard for me to hide. My left eye clamps shut and nothing can open it and as I stare out, one eyed, the other puffed up and claim it wasn't me - it clearly was! I have to try and not steal because it upsets my belly. I spend the following few hours in and out of the Pink Tray and I say to myself at this point "This just isn't worth the pain." I then get treated like an invisible! Not here, ignored. I smell so bad - how can they ignore that? I can't ignore my bad habits and lay, stomach churning, dreaming of licking the sink.
My last resolution is to be nicer to my fellow housemates. I have become grumpy and the 'thing', my 'Neoplasm' is growing again on my back and I think this is playing it's part in my grumpiness. That and being covered in scabs from stealing! But I guess, I should try and be nice to the Minicats too. They just seem so busy and I don't like busy, I like sleeping and hiding under the bedclothes. But that in it's self causes issues... they pounce on me. Bah humbug I say to all things like this. I am a grown lad of 9 and a half years and this is not the time to be frisky. So, I have been trying hard and OK, a few times I have managed a play with the chain or the string or some new feather toy the Four 'E's' got us for Xmas. I have tried not to rush about too much though, because the last time I did that Gracie and Faith plowed their teeth and nails into my hide and ruffled my dander. But again, my nice side is saying that everyone just needs a chance to enjoy the little things in life, a catnip toy, a sit on the windowsill with a companion. But nowhere does it state that I have to play babysitter to Minicats!
I hope you are all keeping up with your New Years Resolutions too? It's no easy task is it?