Friday, April 27, 2007
Monday, April 9, 2007
Sunday, April 8, 2007
You get anything in your Easter basket?
three human socks,
a blue fish that looks JUST LIKE the blue fish I already have!
some greenies that look JUST LIKE the greenies I already have
a plastic egg that looks JUST LIKE the one I stole from the human.
Easter is the best!
Posted by Littlemankitty at 2:50 PM
Friday, April 6, 2007
The human says this is holey week. I don't understand these things at all. Only humans would celebrate holey things, big empty spaces where good stuff could go. Like cat toys, or greenies, or stuff you steal from the humans. Holes are meant to be filled, I think. Filled with good stuff.
She came home last Sunday with a long piece of grass. I think maybe holey week is a week where they dig up big holes in the grass, and she took home a piece to show me. I ate it. Just a little. But I ate it.
It wasn't as good as a greenie.
And then she worried. She fretted about songs and prayers. I don't understand this. I sing what I want to sing. Nobody tells me the words. I pray when I want to pray. Nobody tells me the words. Why does she have to write all of it down on the computer and send it to somebody who makes mistakes? How can a song have a mistake? I love songs. I sing a song every morning. It goes "mewow. mewow. mewow. I love days. I love nights. I love food. mewow. mewow. mewow." I am thinking of trying to get an agent.
And then she stayed up late writing on her computer and fell asleep on the couch. I liked that. I could snuggle with mommy and watch the window at the same time. Because there are squirrels! outside! And I need to watch them. I really do.
Then there were fusses over clothes and everything warm was being cleaned or in a box and it was cold and it's not supposed to be cold and it's supposed to be Holy Week not advent and ironing is the product of the devil.
I licked my face and looked beautiful.
I tried to lick her face and she turned away.
And now she's boiling eggs and singing a song and she went to church again today and I'm really confused because she went yesterday and it was night. How are kitties supposed to know?? Weekdays are when mommy gets up and comes back when it's dark and your tummy is growling. Sundays are when mommy gets up and comes back and your tummy is not yet growling. What is it when mommy goes to work and then goes to church?
I'll tell you what it is: wrong.
That's why it's holey week. There are big spaces in it that should be empty but are all filled upwith WRONG STUFF. So I'm going to dig with my 12 front claws until I find a hole again. Because I miss my mommy.
I haven't picked a 'ligion yet. My sister is a quaker. I'm not a quaker. I know that. I don't know what I am.
My religion is this: sun spots and baths, squirrels out the window, greenies and the hope for more greenies, the green pillow, the blue fish, sister, mommy and me.
Posted by Littlemankitty at 11:10 AM