The house was in a complete uproar when Steven (Coricopat and Tantomile's human tom) returned this morning. Each and every Gullini wanted a chance to smother their big brother/son with hugs and kisses. Ew. The only quiet one in the whole house—little Emma—waited her turn on the couch, holding me on her lap. I rather wanted to go say hello to Steven, too, but Emma has a pretty strong grip. It's easier just to sit still and let her hold and pet you. At least she doesn't hurt you.
No, that's Billy's job. Billy's the one that will pull your tail or try to tie bags of sand to your paws. Bianca's usually the one that'll yell at him for it. Let's see, Owen and Kara are the twins, and they're the fun ones. They have almost as much energy as me. Donny doesn't really pay much attention to anyone, and Anna has taken the lead of the gang ever since Steven went away to "college," whatever that is. Finally, there's the baby, Ginger. She's kind of annoying, her crying makes my ears ring.
This house is always crazy wild. There's always something going on, someone screaming, someone laughing, etc. Tumblebrutus doesn't know how good he has it; he's got the oldest son who doesn't even have a mate yet—though he has a queenfriend. They've called her "fiancée"? Is that her name? What kind of name is that?
Anyway, as I was saying, this house is so insane all the time, I can hardly get any rest. And everyone in the junkyard wonders why I'm so energetic.