Technically I'm still a kitten - I'm not even a year old. But recently I lost a bit of the cute kitten-y factor and I'm more... well, what?

Mom say I look
"impressive". Must be all the floof. However, if you could see me, you would all agree that I'm also a
funny cat. 
Here I'm doing the
big fuss in our little garden. Mom laughs when I gallop all around, up the trees and down again. Remember the nickname Zirkuspferdchen = circus pony?

Here I'm complaining in front of a closed window. Long term furriends might remember that it's one of my missions in life to
escape through windows. Must have forgotten that I'm already outside.
Mom is an only-child so she has a question for you: Did the "naughty" one of your siblings end up with most of the attention? Because mom just realised that that's what has happened here. With Chilli being a bit of a "character" and her alpha attitude, I have moved into the background for a while. Recently I have thawed up again and mom is happy - she told me that she was worried about me.

Now, look who's still
momma's little baby!
Don't worry mom, I know how to have my
revenge ON Chilli. Har. Har. Har.

Without me things would be mad around here - I'm the impawtant
balancing factor.
All wand toys are Chilli's domain and I procure not to be in her way. Still she manages to crash down on me! Hrmpf! But lately we mastered to actually play together a few times. This shoelace made a cool
Toy for Two.
I'm a very
weatherproof cat and don't mind rain. That's what my toesies look like after such an outing.
Cute, wouldn't you say?
So, here's what I want to know: Am I still cute?
Purrs, SienaThis post is of course an insinuating campain for tomorrow's voting in Misha's
Kitty Fight Club. Sunday is my turn, so vote for me if you think I'm cuter than my opponent in tomorrow's picture. Cheers!