I don't really like that.
But the good thing is this: when they sleep, they don't take up much space, so I jump up and watch the baby sleep from the end of the bed. Together, we share a bed quite nicely.
I'm not naming names, but somebody else takes up a LOT more room.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Posted by Littlemankitty at 6:50 PM
Saturday, October 24, 2009
So, I'm such a big boy that now I have a job. A big boy job.
I'm a baby watcher.
Mama brought home a baby. Well, not really a baby, but kind of a baby.
And when she sleeps, it's my job to watch.
I'm very good at it.
Sometimes she feeds me.
Sometimes she chases me.
Sometimes she plays with me.
Sometimes she yells at me.
She's my baby, and it's my job to watch her sleep.
Posted by Littlemankitty at 10:51 AM
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
One hundred posts! That's a lot of thoughts!
I have a lot of thoughts!
I'm LMK, big cat in town.
So, things continue to get worse at the LMK household. There is stuff EVERYWHERE. There is stuff in the bathtub. There is stuff on my extra bed. There are bags of stuff every, every, everywhere. Does she even realize how much extra work it is for me to keep up with all this stuff? I have to rub ALL of it. I have to smell ALL of it. This stuff doesn't just happen on it's own!!!
Human mama says we're adopting a little one.
I'm adopted, so I know what that's like. I hope the new kid is black and white with 6 toes on each front paw. I'll TOTALLY show him all around the house and give him kisses and smack him on the head once in a while. We'll TOTALLY play together all day.
So, we're adopting.
That still doesn't explain all this stuff.
Posted by Littlemankitty at 6:38 AM
Saturday, August 29, 2009
There is a LOT of stuff in my house but it is not mine. My old room has the door shut because girlkitty peed on the rugs. I am worried. I can't get in the room with all the stuff. It's my job to keep all that stuff smelling right and I can't get in there.
Mama is busy. She keeps moving all our stuff around. Sharp stuff, poison stuff, messy stuff goes up high. Boring stuff goes down low. She is always bringing bags of MORE stuff into the part of the ment. She's also busy bringing stuff OUT of the part of the ment. She says we have to make room. FOR WHAT????
Yesterday, she took out a big suitcase and measured it.
I was NOT happy.
But she put it away.
Posted by Littlemankitty at 6:04 AM
Monday, June 1, 2009
I am three!
That's really big.
Lots of strange stuff going on in my house.
I have to be constantly vigilant.
There is a new chair. I did not order it.
Mama moved out one of my jumping stools.
And girlkitty peed on the floor because mama blocked the door to her favorite litter box by accident. P-U.
I use both of the litter boxes. I pee freely. Girlkitty only likes the white one.
But that's all beside the point that I'm THREE! I am, you know, a very big boy.
I'd like to offer up my healing prayers for Dubby, my friend with extra toes who got bitted on the head by his brother and got a hair cut and a medicine. Hope you feel better Dubby. God, please be good to him, okay? And God, if you could, bop his brother on the head a little bit, okay?
That's all I have to say. This is my 98th post.
And I"m three.
Posted by Littlemankitty at 7:50 PM
Friday, April 17, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I have made 95 posts since I became a blogger cat. That makes me a very big boy with a lot to say about
the part of ment,
my kitty sitter who is the rabbi's daughter
and my kitty sitter who is not the rabbi's daughter but who comes from the state where sarah palin is the governor--the real sarah palin not tina fey--
and my friends who are kitties that i only know on the inner nets.
i am a big boy.
i have a lot to say.
Thanks for listening to me.
Posted by Littlemankitty at 6:17 PM
Monday, March 2, 2009
Mama is painting stuff.
Have you ever had painting.
Here's what it's like (just in case you haven't).
Mama puts newspaper on the ground, but you're not supposed to play in it.
Then she gets out milk but you're not supposed to drink it.
Then she plays a game with a stick but you're not supposed to play with it.
And it spells funny.
And if you keep trying to get close, sometimes you get milk on your fur.
And it's blue.
Like on your ear.
Then mama scrubs your ear to get rid of the paint.
I'm not so sure about painting anymore.
Posted by Littlemankitty at 4:12 PM
Friday, February 13, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Mama says that I seem a little punky.
I'm not sick though (barfing up that catfood with pink candy in it was a coincidence and doesn't mean that I shouldn't eat conversational hearts), I'm just being contemplative cat.
Today I'm thinking about my toes.
Why do my toes have claws?
Why am I in trouble when I sharpen my claws?
Why does mama love my pitsypaws but not when I sharpen them?
Why does she call them pitsypaws?
Is that baby talk?
I'm a big boy.
About my toes.
Posted by Littlemankitty at 6:22 PM
Sunday, February 1, 2009
My human mama bought a bag of conversation hearts yesterday. I think it's funny that humans need candy to talk. So last night, while she was sleeping (why do humans sleep for such a long time in a row, anyway), I tried some. I tried a lot. I took a few nibbles on each one. Then I spread them out on the floor, so human mama could see what I did. And I put one in her bed. It was there when she woke up. It was very funny because first she thought SHE ate a candy in the middle of the night, and she was all confused. Then she got out of bed and saw the others. She said the little nibbles look like the nibbles on all her shoes that I've decorated for her (do you decorate shoes, too? I like doing it. I make really good designs on the toes.) Then she gathered them all up and threw them out, which is just STOOOOOOOPID because I got them all ready for her.
Humans are so hard to understand.
PS: My favorite heart said, "you rule." How did they know that I'd be the one to get it?
Posted by Littlemankitty at 10:31 AM
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Well, today we have trouble.
We've had it for a while.
Mama is cleaning.
I don't like cleaning.
But here's the worst part: she's moving things around.
Without asking first.
This is not nice.
She had 2 other humans come over and move a bookcase.
To a place where I liked to sleep.
This is not good.
I need help.
Won't someone come and help me defend my house? Or my part of a ment, I mean?
I don't like this. at. all.
Posted by Littlemankitty at 2:16 PM