I am showered with more gifts for my fabulousness

Greetings fellow toddlers! As most of you are aware, our adult slaves appear to be showering us with more gifts for our fabulousness! My female adult slave calls it "Christmas" and says it's a holiday to celebrate the birth of Jesus....some baby that lived a super long time ago....but I am the one who is getting fabulous gifts! What a racket!

Male slave, according to my calculations, you have been very bad this year and therefore, I am entitled to your share of the booty. Don't try to argue with me, you know that my superior intellect assures that my calculations must be accurate!

Yet another of the quaint customs for this holiday...the slaves actually bring a tree into the house and decorate it with all kinds of little objects! Here I am closely examining this one to make sure that it's really just an "ornament" as called by the slaves.

OMG this ornament is SO TACKY....these slaves will waste their money on anything! and trees belong outside....silly adults!

Why is the surly teenage slave's stocking larger than mine?? I am the general, and much more fabulous!

Female slave, a word about this stocking situation please!

I am not sure about sticking my hand in here...the slaves might have it booby trapped...let me peer inside and see if I can figure out if it's safe before I stick my whole arm in!

hahahaha...I am so relieved, the stocking was not booby trapped. I guess I shouldn't give the slaves credit for being that smart!

Male slave, before we go any further with these so called "festivities" I must call my Colonels to see how much tribute they received from their slaves for being fabulous!

Female slave....I SAID in a minute!

What is in this box? It appears to have all kinds of warning labels on it...and it's making some strange sound when I lift the lid....

Body cat, please take this weird looking creature to our room and interrogate it appropriately...with those warning stickers and the weird noises that it was making while still in the box, I am more than a little suspicious!

Bossing these adult slaves around and opening so many gifts for being fabulous is thirsty work! and...I KNOW I have the cup upside down, I meant to do that!

Toddlers, take note of this date and make sure that it is marked on the calendar for next year....I hear something about some Santa character that will figure more prominently in this day as we get older.....probably a spy for the adult slaves, so we will want to make sure we are prepared accordingly!

Until next week fellow toddlers!

They Find Yet More Ways to Humiliate Me

NEED I SAY MORE???

The Male Slave Returns to Headquarters

Greetings fellow toddlers! I hope you are all doing well and enjoying your placement anniversaries with your adult slaves. I am pleased to announce that my male adult slave has returned for the remainder of the year from that mysterious place he goes, "Texas". While I have visited him there to ensure he is not goofing off, it is nice to know that I will not have to travel anymore this year to supervise his activities in that strange land.

Male slave, I know you need instruction, but I am trying to enjoy my breakfast here....

One of the tasks the male slave is usually responsible for is hand feeding me upon my demand. I have posted pictures of this adult humiliation tactic before....fellow toddlers make sure you have taken note and add this useful tactic to your arsenal.

Male slave, I am now done with consumption of the delicious food in the dish. You may now have the dregs that I did not want...we do not want you collapsing from hunger after all!

Since the male slave has been gone a while, I figured it was best if I asserted my deadly toddler ninja moves on him to make sure he knows who is in charge...

Haha female slave! I told you not to try to make me eat those nasty sweet potatos! I have demonstrated my superiority over the male slave, just imagine what I could do to you!

"No really...sweet potatos, and she didn't even heat them up!"

One of the ways the male slave tried to trick me upon his return was by offering me this gift from the plane he returned to headquarters on. Apparently when adult slaves drink this type of beverage, their wits become dulled and reaction times slowed. Fortunately for me, I am so much smarter than the adult slaves, I knew something was up when they started giggling after giving this to me. I made sure that it stayed unopened so there would be NO CHANCE of me being swayed by it....toddler world domination is my life, I must keep my wits about me!

Male slave, I hope you are properly chastised about your attempt to trick me with this bottle. You know I will always dominate here at headquarters!

My Slaves Pay Homage

As most of you are aware, yesterday marked the one day anniversary of when my adult slaves were honored by being assigned the General of the BWDM under their care. On Sunday, the slaves paid homage to me and my magnificence with a celebration to honor this momentous occasion. While there were no other babies in attendance, my superior intellect ensured that I had fun tormenting the adult slaves and enjoying a new delicious treat.

It does not appear that my gifts have arrived...bodycat make sure you take note of those slaves who do not bring an offering...they will be given horrible jobs in the new world order!

Female slave, do not try to distract me with my amusement devices, we all know that I need to supervise your movements so that you do not embarrass me in front of my guests!

Well it appears the adult slaves came through where the gifts were concerned...now let me examine this one closely to make sure it is not booby trapped.....

What's in this bag? Teenage slave, let us examine this one next...

This is the delicious new food item I spoke of. It is called a "birthday cake", and is quite yummy and delicious...I of course insisted on my own so that I did not have to eat something that had been contaminated by the adult slave lower life form, but this is the one that was prepared for their consumption.

I am not sure what you slaves think is so funny, I am merely enjoying my new treat while sitting in my throne! Those damn slaves, they never give me a moment's privacy!

Surly teenage slave, thank you very much for this large Eeyore! It will serve quite well as a distraction device in my crib so that I can keep my BWDM items hidden!

Let me see...is there anywhere that I could hide coded messages for my bodycat to pick up and deliver to the other babies in the movement?

This final picture was actually taken yesterday, the official anniversary date. I am wearing a new uniform provided to me by the surly teenage slave...and while I enjoy it, I think that it will have to be put away for a while until my legs grow a little more to keep up with my brain!


All in all, I am quite satisfied with the events of the last few days. Please note fellow babies that as we are all celebrating our anniversaries of our slave placements this month we will have to change our name to toddler...we do not want to confuse any of the new tiny baby recruits that will be joining us in the coming years. From now on, the official name of the movement will be TWDM, or Toddler World Domination Movement. I hope that you all enjoy your placement anniversary celebrations as well, and look forward to continuing our work in the domination world movement in the coming year!

I return from hiatus

Greetings fellow babies! I am very happy to be back from my recent unvoluntary hiatus. As you are all aware, the adult slaves forced me to go with them on a trip to visit the midwestern slaves for the holiday they call "Thanksgiving", and I have not been able to get a post done since our return to my headquarters. While dealing with all the slaves and trying to act like the cute dumb baby was quite tiresome, I also was able to conduct a reconisance mission with some of my officiers in that part of the country, so the trip was not a complete waste of my valuable general time. Never fear, I have returned to my headquarters, and have resumed my regular weekly posting schedule!



What is this item? I found it amongst my amusement devices. I wonder if it's a plant by one of the slaves to track my movements!


Well it doesn't taste funny...but that female slave can be quite tricky!


Bodycat LC, I am quite annoyed by your lack of attention to detail! How did the adult slaves manage to plant this device when you were supposed to be guarding my amusement items!


That was a close call, but fortunately I am much smarter than the slaves and uncovered their clumsy device before it could do any real harm. Bodycat, consider yourself on notice...any more incidents like this and there won't be catnip in your stocking, but rather a lump of dog food!