Sunday, November 23, 2008

My Baby

Do you have a birdy game at your house? It's my favorite game. Mama holds a stick and a birdy flies around.
I love it.
Rabbi's Daughter is very good at birdy game, too.
Well, sometimes I get the birdy and run.
And when I was a little kitty, I ripped the birdy off the end of one game.
And hid it.
Someplace secret.
And hard to find.
Well, last week I took it out again.
It's my baby (NOT A DOLL. DOLLS ARE FOR GIRLS!)
I carry it everywhere.
We have snuggles.
Sometimes I put it down for a nap.
When mama finds it she thinks I'm crazy.
It took a nap in the dry food bowl, mama's bed, the bathtub, the sofa cushions and girlkitty's favorite sleeping spot.
It even went swimming in the water bowl.
I love my baby.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Happy Laps

Sometimes when Mama comes home, I do a victory lap.
I run from the hallway then jump over the couch and then run in the dining room and then the kitchen and then back to the hallway and jump over the couch and then run into the dining room and then the kitchen and then back to the hallwayandjumpoverthecouchandthenrunintothediningroomandthenthekitchenandthenbacktothehallway..........

I don't do it every time. Just sometimes. I don't want her to expect it.
It's a surprise.

I'm good at surprises.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

I'm a good boy...

but a bad blogger.
I've been so busy, it's hard to find time to write a post.
Here's what's happened in the last few months:
eating
sleeping
stealing stuff
pretending not to steal stuff
chewing on shoelaces
hiding under the couch

I have a new friend. Her name is not-rabbi's daughter. She's nice.
Mama goes to fallinfear or something like that on the weekends.
And leaves me.
I like not-rabbi's-daughter.
But I like Mama better.

For Thanksgiving we are staying here, all alone.
I'm happy.
Mama is not.
For Christmas, mama doesn't know.
Maybe rabbi's daughter will come.
Maybe not.
I don't know.
They never let me vote around here.

Have I told you that our part of a ment has heat on now?
The bigboard is in charge of when the heat comes on.
It's on.
I like sitting on the radiator.
It's warm.

Okay.
I have to go.
I see a pair of shoelaces that need some work.
Bye!