The Nobility at My Home.

This is Lord Bartholomew IV. He is a fat, snooty, demanding, adorable monster.

He doesnt like sharing food with his sister, and is not above smacking her on the head to make her stop eating. This makes FCM very angry, but he knows just how to win her over. He is always the first to poo, and is in infact a little over-enthusiastic in this department. He cant stand to be cuddled for more than ten seconds, and if you try to hold him for longer he will wiggle his fat bottom in your face and eat your hair.

He has an alarming affection for mud and green leaves from all the plants in FCM's mothers garden. FCM has so far manged to keep mother from finding out, but she lives in fear. He is very insistent that his cerelac is always lukewarm, and does a tempertaure test by sticking both his paws in his bowl before eating. So far FCM has managed to get the tempertaure right everytime. He thinks that he is the absolute cat's whiskers (so to speak), and thinks he can get whatever he wants by sitting on his opponent. However, his sister and his Boss Dog are both extremely cunning gurls who outwit him all the time and often leave him in emabarassing situations that he simply cant explain to FCM. He is a good sport though, and never holds a grudge.

This is Lady Leaf. She is quiet, graceful, intelligent, cuddly, manipulative and has the most beautiful grey-green-brown eyes you have ever seen.
She was very sick wen she was a wee-er baby, and as a result she doesnt trust anyone. Her favourite thing to do is curl up on FCM's lap and go to sleep. When she is happy she jumps up and down and has the cutest little happy dance. Though her brother is much bigger than she is, she knows how to put him in his place. She has the lungs of a jungle amazon queen, and if you piss her off you had better look out. She is immensely patient with the neurotic FCM, and understandingly lets her wipe of the essential cerelac face pack with cotton and warm water whenever FCM feels compelled to do so.

She knows just how to get what she wants, and she always has an escape plan, much like bond. Her favourite smell in the world is the perfume of her brothers bottom, and for that reason her second favourite thing to do is sleep with her nose up it. She has the fanciest pedicure in straypuppieville, and if she decides to dig her nails into you believe me you will be sorry for whatever it is you have done to offend her.

She loves punishing FCM by refusing to poo after she eats. This means that FCM is forced to squat outside in the freezing cold at 6 in the morning and 10 at night, begging the little furball to PLEASE POOO!!!!