Well, in general, it is. Something sad happened. I was so excited when I arrived that I jogged all the way to our doorstep, eager to see Mama and Papa since it’s been over a month that we’ve been gone. Anyway, I got in and I shouted, “I’m Home!” expecting for the house to be in a party mood, with streamers and balloons and confetti to welcome me back. Instead, I see my parents looking at me with wide eyes, as though they were shocked that I was making so much noise inside the house.

Mama: Mimmy! I’m surprised at you! I thought we discussed that we can’t make unnecessary noise inside the house.

Me: Oh, but…

Mama: No buts! We taught you better than this!

Me: Oh *ears wilt* Didn’t you miss me at all?

Papa: Of course we did, sweetie! *My ears perk up again* Hey, have you heard from your sister? You know what, she’s really smart! She actually made her own blog that she’s writing in herself! Isn’t she brilliant?

*Sigh* At least they missed me. It’s just sad, really. It’s always been like that, from the time that we have been born. I mean, take a look at this:

It figures that it’s just the back of my head that can be seen, even when we were even younger than kittens.:( Kitty gets her entire face seen, and I can’t get identified, and the bow’s on the left side.:( She’s always seen as the perfect little kitty. Does it matter that all of my grades are good? No. Does it matter that I have more manners? No. Does it matter that I’m creative? No. I remember the time when we were really, really small and I made a pretty castle with our blocks, and I rushed off to show it to my family, and my parents went, “Oh, that’s nice, Mimmy. Did you see Kitty’s hairball? It was perfectly round! Isn’t she adorable?” Er, no. Gross much?

Why do they not love me? :’(