Finally, I get to use this computer. No one is home, so I can sneak in here and turn it on. Pikachu and Jake have written articles, so I better get mine done, too. Iím the newest member of the family. At one time, the humans called me Smokey. I guess itís because Iím gray-striped all over. But now they call me Hungry Hippo. I canít help it if Iím a hungry teenager and all I want is food.
Iíve tried all sorts of things to get them to feed me more often. I purr and rub their ankles and follow them around. That doesnít work. I try to walk on the countertops but they squirt me with water. But thatís okay for I like water. At least I have taught them to turn on the faucet so I can drink fresh running water.
Last week, the female bought canned cat food. It was so good I gobbled up my share and tried to steal from the other cats. Jake is too wise for that and he growled at me until I left him alone. So I waited until he was done then I pounced on the remainder. Yummy.
Then last week they read something to me that I donít understand. ďHippo,Ē she said, ďlisten to this and take heed.Ē As if Iím some sort of robot or something.
Then she read that gluttons become poor, and drowsiness clothes them in rags. I wear my fur coat all the time, so I just donít understand what she means. And Iím never drowsy, other than my occasional catnaps Ė all day long. Then he laughed and said, ďthatís in Proverbs. Sure fits Hippo.Ē
Oh, I think they are home and putting food in the dish. I better go now and eat my share Ė or more! Meow.