Life isn't easy when you're the little one. I get picked on a lot, but Mom makes places where I can go and hide and take naps without KeeKee or Geno trying to wrestle me. Yeah, they're punks. It's not as if I'm a total wimp though; I can hold my own when push comes to shove. And I'm really good at getting my way with the humans. Wanna know my technique? Talking. Just plain ol' talking. I can meow like nobody's business. What I'll do is sit down next to Mom or Dad and look them in the eye. I'll then convince them of the merits of whatever it is that I want at the time. Sure, they'll resist, but I just use the lessons learned from my old pal Dale Carnegie and "win" them over with my influential arguments. Works like a charm! Speaking of which -- gotta go talk them into letting me drink from the sink! Bye!