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I (10m Most Handsome Boy) had another disagreement with Daddy, the Funny Man (M, old, bags under eyes).

I was in the big seat where I could look down and survey my domain. I was enjoying my puffs when Daddy handed me something called “Pete Za Kruss”. I put it in my mouth and it was the most delicious thing ever! (Sorry, Mama, the Milk Lady, it was even better than milkies). I tore off a piece but I needed more so I tore off another piece. There was lots more so I kept tearing and storing this tasty Kruss in my mouth.

Even though he gave it TO ME and there was lots left, Daddy took my Kruss away! I screamed my politest and loudest to say it was mine. When that didn’t work, I cried all my tears. Daddy kept telling me I had a big piece in my mouth and I could have Kruss back when I ate that. I deserve both the Kruss in my mouth and more Kruss for biting. Even Mama agreed with Daddy and said they didn’t want me to choke.

But it was my Pete Za Kruss and I wanted it back! AITA?

I (Ginger, adorable orange girl of indeterminate age) understand the furless kitten my human made has been posting about me over on r/MiniAITA.

I would like to set the record straight.

I was here first.

I am the one who sits in mama’s lap.

I am the one who gets fed when I cry.

I am the one who demands snuggles.

I am the one who gets to pick the comfiest spot on the floor.

I was patient at first. I know how kittens can be. I let mama care for him and did not complain.

But he is still here. Mama has not sent him out on his own. It has been MONTHS. Mama told me human kittens take years before they are ready to fend for themselves. I think she is just spoiling him.

At least before, he stayed in one place. Now he chases me, eats my food, grabs my fur and my tail. Mama gets him and tells me to leave him alone. But then she also tells me to move away or get to high ground if I don’t want him bothering me. I refuse. This is my spot.

AITC for being here first and expecting a little respect for my seniority?

Me again! 9mo handsome boy.

Last night was the best ever! I was sleeping in my big boy crib when Mama came in and gave me snuggles and milkies. I didn’t even have to scream at the top of my lungs to summon her. More of this please!

Daddy then woke me up this morning and he, Mama, and I went for a car ride in my jammies. We went to a place with lots of new people to admire my handsomeness.

There was another baby there who was very cranky. Didn’t he know there were people there who didn’t realize how adorable we were? But as I listened to him, I realized he had a point. I was SOOOOO hungry. The hungriest ever. I politely screamed for milkies or at least a pouch.

And what did Mama and Daddy do when I asked nicely to feed me immediately? NOTHING.

We then went to another place where this lady put things on my hands and feet. And some man drew on my face. But no milkies. Mama would hold me and I KNEW she had the milkies. I tried to get them but she was hiding them. She and Daddy tried to sing “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes” or give me toys but those won’t save me from STARVATION.

Then they gave me away to some lady who held me while they put something that wasn’t food on my face. I fell asleep and when I woke up someone who wasn’t Mama was holding me. I was so sleepy and hungry. After forever, Mama got me and finally understood that I wanted milkies. They were soooo yummy that I fell asleep as soon as I was full.

I can’t believe how long it took to get my milkies even after multiple reasonable requests. AITA for filing a complaint due to poor customer service?

Hello! It’s me again, Most Handsome Man in the World (almost 9mM), according to Grandma (predates the big bang, F).

When I first got here, all I knew was Milk Vending Machine (now Mama, super old, like 5) and Not the Milk Vending Machine (now Dada, older, like 6). Then I realized there were SO MANY Not the Milk Vending Machines, like Grandma, and Opa, and Brother, and Teachers.

At 4m, I realized one of the Non the Milk Vending Machines was small like me. But brightly colored and made of softness like my stuffies. Mama says this creature is called a “Kitty”

Since about 6m, Kitty is my favorite. Mama is my favorite PEOPLE but Kitty is my favorite EVERYTHING. Every time Kitty comes close, I smile and make my cutest sounds so she will play with me. But she never does.

Then at 7m, I learned I can pull myself all over the floor with my arms. Suddenly, I can find Kitty wherever she goes (except when she jumps up on furniture or to the upstairs where Mama has to carry me). But if she is on the floor and I’m not jumping in the jumper, she is all mine!

I like to scoot over to Kitty. Her favorite toys are small rocks she makes disappear in her mouth. She also has a toy she swings back and forth in front of my face; so fun! She also likes to play by kicking with her feet and whacking with her hands, which is what I do to all my best friends!

But whenever I try to play with Kitty and her toys, Mama or Dada pick me up and move me to my other toys. Excuse me, I just left those so I could play with Kitty. When Mama did that to me, I crawled to her feet and I screamed my displeasure before returning to my toys. She and Dada laughed that I “told her off” and I “would be a mouthy teenager”.

I thought I was supposed to be practicing my social skills? AITA for wanting to be friends with Kitty?