
Last week my Mom and Dad surprised me by letting me get a kitty. My Mom took me to the pet store and they had two kittens left. I chose the brown and white kitty. He’s only 8 weeks old so he’s still a little baby.
After we bought him we went to another store to buy him some food, litter box and a toy.
My kitty loves to play and he falls over and hits his head on the wall when he’s playing with his toys. He’s really funny and silly.

I decided to name him Skitter and his middle name is Bonkers because he’s always hitting his head. I really like that name.
I’ve been helping my Mom to take care of him by cleaning out his stinky litter box. It’s not fun and I don’t like it but I’ve been a good boy and have been doing it without my Mom having to ask me.
Skitter is a little nervous around my little brother because he gets loud and noisy. He runs away and hides from him under the couch. Marshall, my little brother, doesn’t know what the words “be easy” means and we always have to remind him to be careful. I get really tired of telling him over and over what “be easy” means. He can be such a jerk sometimes.




