Littleman's Mews

A hero

2010-02-14T17:53:00.001-08:00

That's me.
That girl was going to fall off a the bed.
I mewowed my "serious emergency" mewow. (I usually use this when I am stuck in that horrible box going to that horrible vet.)
Mama thought I was maybe stuck in a box and going to the vet and she didn't know.
So she came in.
And saw that girl.
And moved her.
And said I was a VERY good boy.
She said I was a hero.

My name is LMK and I am a hero kitty. I am Little Man HERO kitty.

Monday Holiday

2010-01-18T12:08:00.000-08:00

Today is a Monday Holiday. Mama's school has off. That Girl's school has on.
So mama is home with me, which is the way life should be. I used to hate Monday holidays because Mama would clean stuff and mess up everything I'd worked hard on. But now I like them. Because a mama with a vacuum cleaner is still a mama.

LMK

PS: last night That Girl accused me of knocking over stuff. As if!

That Girl

2010-01-17T06:03:00.001-08:00

is not very nice to me. She has more toys than me. She sits in MY mama's lap. She tells me "no, no, no" when I get on the kitchen table, and then doesn't listen when I tell her "no, no, no." She chases me. This is NOT GOOD.

Mama says you have to look at the bright side. Here's the bright side:
1) She is warm. I like sleeping in her bed, but if she wakes up and sees me, she cries.
2) She can feed me. This is a good thing.
3) No matter what, I'm OLDER. I became 3 in June and she had to wait until October to be 3. I'm older. I'll always be older. I'll be 4 before her. HA!

Babies are noisy

2009-11-01T18:50:00.000-08:00

They are.
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.

I got a job

2009-10-24T10:51:00.000-07:00

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.

101

2009-09-07T18:46:00.000-07:00

Did you see my new fish?
It's over there.
Look!
I finally have a pet!

Mama says click the mouse and the fishies get fed.

I wish I could click a mouse and get greenies.
But until then, I like watching my fishies.
My pet.

I think I'll start a blog for them.

100 posts!

2009-09-06T06:38:00.000-07:00

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.

Getting worried

2009-08-29T06:04:00.000-07:00

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.

Phew!

Today

2009-06-01T19:50:00.000-07:00

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.

Heard Mama on the Phone

2009-04-17T04:49:00.000-07:00

Grandparents are coming.
They are sleeping in MY bed.
They are known to dispense treats freely.
Must take both bad and good together, I guess.

Maybe they will buy me a pony.
Mewow.

Easter

2009-04-12T13:52:00.001-07:00

I have been reading on the internet that Easter is supposed to include ham.
Or bacon.
Or turkey.

Can someone tell my mama because she made some vegetables and eggs stuff.

I wanted ham.

Mewow.

95 posts

2009-03-26T18:17:00.000-07:00

I have made 95 posts since I became a blogger cat. That makes me a very big boy with a lot to say about
my sister,
my mama,
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 greenies
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.
Mewow.

Paint

2009-03-02T16:12:00.001-08:00

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.

P-U

2009-02-13T20:27:00.000-08:00

I need help.
My sister cat---her breath STINKS!
She doesn't like greenies.
What do I do?

Prrr

2009-02-03T18:22:00.000-08:00

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.

I'm thinking.
About my toes.

Conversation Hearts

2009-02-01T10:31:00.000-08:00

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?

water machine

2009-01-08T17:43:00.001-08:00

Since it's winter, mama put out the water machine.
You pour water in the top, and you it spits out wet air.
I sit in front of it with my mouth open.
Mama says I look like a fool.
That's a cuz she wishes she could do it.

Trouble in LMK City

2009-01-03T14:16:00.000-08:00

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.

My Baby

2008-11-23T08:58:00.001-08:00

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.

Happy Laps

2008-11-16T19:22:00.000-08:00

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.

I'm a good boy...

2008-11-13T15:19:00.000-08:00

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!

Hi

2008-09-18T20:06:00.000-07:00

Today a not. good. thing. happened.
Human mama picked me up and walked OUTSIDE with me.
This is not okay.
She said she did it to let the new catsitter in the house without letting me run out the front door up to the part of the ment on the third floor where 2 years ago there was a birdie but there isn't anymore, but you just never even know maybe it came back so why not run out if she's going to open the door?
She said we were only outside for a few seconds.
She said she was holding me hard.
But I think outside is SCARY.
I don't know WHAT Fish was thinking.
It's SCARY out there.
There are no couches.
There are no greenies.
Fish is a true adventure cat.
I am an indoor adventure cat. I like adventures on my couch, or on the carpet, or chasing my sister.
If I feel like a BIG adventure cat, I run upstairs to the third floor where there used to be a birdie but there isn't anymore.

In other news, our new catsitter has a kitty! But he doesn't want to come and be my friend.
Which is probably okay, because the new catsitter's kitty uses a human potty.
Really, he does.
I think that's disgusting.

Our old catsitter, the Rabbi's daughter, is busy. So we have a new catsitter. We can have two catsitters. And they can take turns.

The new catsitter is not the rabbi's daughter. She's from Alaska. But she promised never to call me Engine Nighthawk.

Whatever that means.

Mewow.

I've been busy

2008-09-01T14:37:00.000-07:00

That's why I haven't blogged.

Here's what's new:

* whistle and fish had a birthday
* I didn't.
*Mama read a lot of books.
* I didn't.
* I got to cuddle with Mama during the books.
*That was good.
*I'm working really hard on my jump shot. I can jump up as high as Mama's head. I wish I could jump higher, though.
* Mama had humans over that I didn't know, and it was scary. I wanted to play but I was scared.
*Girlkitty just ignored them.
*Girlkitty is going to have a big birthday soon.
*I hope she gets greenies.
* She doesn't like them much.
* I do.

Mama

2008-08-01T17:34:00.000-07:00

There are suitcases again.
I like the rabbi's daughter, but I'm tired of her.
She's nice.
She's pretty
She's not mama.

I have been giving lots and lots of kisses.
I hope it works.

News

2008-07-11T06:11:00.000-07:00

Here's what's new in my house:

* Hot. It was hot. really hot. That loud machine was on. We don't like the loud machine at all.
* Last night, it was much nicer. The windows were open. I could talk to my squirrel friends. I like talking to them. They missed me.
* My friends moved away....the ones that always stopped by my window to talk to me. I hope some more people move in that think I'm extra cute.
* Because I am.
* The suitcases came out last night. I do.not.like.that.
* Mama says the rabbi's daughter is coming for hugs and kisses and kitty food.
* I'm going to take a really good bath or ten today.
* I like the rabbi's daughter.
* She's nice.
* And pretty.

How are the squirrels near you?

Hi

2008-05-15T20:01:00.000-07:00

Just in case you were wondering, I'll be 2 years old on June 1.
That's 15 days away.
Just in case you were wondering.

Now that I'm big, I like sleeping under the covers. I call it undercover work.
I also like felt toys, greenies, and the birdie game. The birdie game is really cool.

My sister's name is Girlkitty
My kitty sitter's name is Rabbi's Daughter.
Mama's name is mama.

And my name is LittleManKitty.
And I'm almost 2.

My days

2008-05-01T19:24:00.000-07:00

I'm getting to be very big. In one month, I'll be 2 years old. June 1. Two. Me.

I wish i could find my brothers' blogs and see how they're doing. I hope they have happy houses. I hope their mamas let them play under the big blanket. I hope their mamas don't make them put drops in their ears. I hope their mamas give good head-scritches.

I haven't seen my brothers since I was 2 and a half months. that's a long time.

If you're reading kitty brothers, hi!

Happy

2008-04-12T14:10:00.003-07:00

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Dear Aunt St. Casserole.
I love my new toys, and I think I look very cool in my new collar. I never had a collar before, except that STOOPID one mama got at Christmas and that doesn't count. i can't believe I've been running around without clothes on all this time. Mama wants to know if there is wacky weed in my toys because she says I was acting all goofy. I think mama is goofy.
Love you,
Hugs and Kisses,
Your nephew,
LMK.

Me with my new collar and my toys!

2008-04-12T14:10:00.001-07:00

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Originally uploaded by ppolarbear

Don't I look great?

things are crazy

2008-04-03T20:17:00.000-07:00

Mama is leaving AGAIN.
Why won't she stay home?

Good news: there are lots of birds outside right now. I see them from the window. If mama doesn't notice them, I point them out to her. Sometimes I have to wake her up so that she notices them.

I bet she's happy that I'm on the job like that.

I am shedding a lot lately. Soon it's going to be open-window time.
I can hardly wait.
When that happens, I can SEE and SMELL the birdies.
Yay!

A Game

2008-03-07T18:57:00.000-08:00

Okay, I got tagged for a game. But it's hard. Here are the rules:
Here are the rules:

1. You have to post the rules before you give your answers.

2. You must list one fact about yourself beginning with each letter of your middle name. (If you don't have a middle name, use your maiden name or your mother's maiden name).

3. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag one person (or blogger of another species) for each letter of your middle name. (Be sure to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged.)

Now here's the problem. LMK is not my real name. It's my blog name. I have a nother name that's my real name. And a nother nother name that's my secret cat name that I don't tell to humans. AND to make it harder, in really life, everyone calls me by my middle name, not my first name ('cuz my first name's STUPID.)

So, I'll just go with Man, which is my middle BLOG name.

M--mighty king of the house. might BOY king of the house. I'm the only MALE in my house, which is a part of a ment but close enough.
A--awesome in a lot of ways.
N--needs a lot of snuggles.

I don't know who has been tagged or not. So I pick you, and you, and you over there in the black.

Mewow.

Good News Bad News, My head is spinning.

2008-03-04T18:39:00.000-08:00

Okay, first of all, I DON'T know who pooped on the mama bed.
It wasn't me.
How can you blame me?
I know girlkitty can't jump on the bed without help, but did you ever think that maybe I HELPED her get up there so she could poop on the bed, which is very, very naughty.

And I'm tired of the mama asking me why.
I DIDN'T DO IT!!!!

Wasn't me! Wasn't me!

Maybe it was the landlord.

In badder news, there are suitcases. I don't like suitcases. No good comes of a suitcase.

But I did hear the Rabbi's Daughter called my mama. And mama said, "then you'll be there Sunday, great!"

I love the rabbi's daughter. I might become Jewish, I think.
Do greenies have pork in them?

Prayer Request

2008-02-13T10:23:00.000-08:00

Pray for Peace, my kitty friends, pray for peace on the kitchen floor.

Read about it here.

New P-U

2008-02-11T15:49:00.000-08:00

My mama got a P-U. I don't know why. We didn't have one before, and now we have one.
So I smelled it. I don't know why it's called P-U. It doesn't stink.

Public Service Announcement

2008-02-03T19:43:00.000-08:00

Listen up, kitties.
If your human ever starts saying the word B-A-T-H,

RUN AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That kitty in the picture looks happy but that kitty is crazy.
Kitties don't take baths. Only dumb old dogs do.

Just wanted to warn you. It's a public service.

Being a Boy

2008-01-30T17:13:00.000-08:00

Today, my human mama was cleaning the litter box. She was saying that I make a big mess. She says girlkitty does her business and gets right out, but that I play around and kick around sand, and stuff. And that girlkitty has to have her litterbox CLEAN and I don't care.

She said I'm just like a human boy.

But I don't KNOW many human boys. So what does that mean?

My mama is a single mama. That's supposed to make you sad and think she's brave and noble. Then if you find out she's a single mama on purpose, if you're a right wing 'publican, you say it's AWFUL! What's next? 2 girls being mamas together? 2 boys? AWFUL! AWFUL!

I said, "what do left wing 'publicans say?" She said that her daddy is a left wing publican and he says it's okay so long as it doesn't cost any money.

I like her daddy, my human grandpa.

Mama is not a 'publican of the left or the right wing. She's a demo-cat. I think I'm a demo-cat, too.

But I was thinking that I really want to have a big brother. You know so I can learn how to be man. Maybe men are publicans and mamas are demo-cats. How will I know if I don't have a big brother.

Do you know anyone who wants to be my big brother and teach me how to be a Big Man and whether or not I should be a publican? I'd specially like it if my Big Brother is also a lawyer. 'Cause I still might be in trouble for that destruction of private property thing and maybe a few petty thefts. But it really wasn't me. It was some other cat with extra toes.

Whistle! I need your Dad!

2008-01-26T19:51:00.000-08:00

Whistle, if you're reading this, I need to talk to your human Dad. I need a lawyer, buddy, and I need one bad. I have been accused--UNJUSTLY--of a crime involving a computer cord. I DIDN'T do it! No, I didn't! I was just sitting here the whole time with my paws crossed being cute and thinking about Jesus.

Help me! I'm afraid I'm going to Jail. I don't want to do hard time. I'm a good boy!

She's Back!!!!

2008-01-11T20:42:00.000-08:00

Alleluia!!!!
I missed my mama.
We had belly rubs and happy dances!
How are you? Is your mama back?

There are suitcases again.

2008-01-05T19:46:00.001-08:00

A LOT of them.
She's leaving.
She's taking some college kids.
She made them lunches and I didn't get any.
My mom is NOT NICE.

But the Rabbi's daughter is coming over on Monday!!!!!
I'm going to go take a bath right now! Maybe I can wear some cologne.

Phew

2008-01-01T16:23:00.001-08:00

Mama came back.
Her bags smell like another cat, but I can't figure out which cat.
I have been doing a lot of snuggling.
Mama keeps asking if I liked the Rabbi's daughter, but I'm not telling. Some stuff is private.
Last night we had a fire. That was really fun.
The only thing that's kind of bothering me is that she didn't put away her stuff. She said she'd just be packing it up again in a few days.
What on earth could that mean?

I am NOT liking it

2007-12-23T13:26:00.001-08:00

Okay, I thought I wanted to stay with the rabbi's daughter, but now I don't. She's nice and pretty and everything, but I don't like mama packing up stuff, and I don't like her leaving. So, I take it back. I don't want the rabbi's daughter. I want mama. I'm calling the airport now. NO to mamas leaving with suitcases. Just. say. no.

The Rabbi's Daughter

2007-12-19T18:27:00.000-08:00

is nice.
I showed her my pretty paws. I showed her my belly. I even gave her a kiss.
Mama says you shouldn't give kisses until you get to know people.
But I like her.
She's nice.
She's littler than other humans.
I like the rabbi's daughter. I hope mama leaves soon.

Dear Santa

2007-12-16T07:17:00.000-08:00

Human mama says I should write to you if I want Christmas presents. She also says I have to tell you if I've been naughty or nice. I thought it was Jesus who wanted to know that, so I'm a little confused. And explain to me the part about "sees you when you're sleeping and knows when you're awake?" Why do you care if I'm asleep or awake? I'm a cat. I sleep like a million hours a day. I don't understand. Am I supposed to be sleeping more--or less?

So, Santa, it's cold out today and the heat isn't very good in the 'part of ment. I have to follow human mama around 'cuz she's warmer than the radiators are. Can you make the stingy landlord give us more heat? Because I'm tired. I'm tired of walking around and around looking for mama (heat machine.)

What else I want is this:

I want Whistle and Fish to come and visit. We would play. It would be so much fun. Can you give them tickets please? First class? They'd have to fly unaccompanied minor but it'd be okay.

I want more string toys. I love string toys.
I want girlkitty to like me more.

I want to go to acting school. I think I'd be very good at commercials but I need some training. Oh and head shots. I need head shots, too.

Please, Santa? Pretty please with greenies on top??

Now about that good and bad thing. Well, I'm not always good, Santa, I admit it. I sometimes scratch the furniture, and wake up human mama for no known reason in the middle of the night, and I stole some earrings (but she found them so taht doesn't count.)And I still jump on my sister's head, and chew on shoes, and knock things over kind of sort of on purpose.

But I'm trying to be better.

And more importantly, I'm good, too! I give sister baths every chance I get, and I know she likes it 'cause she doesn't hiss. I let her have the extra wonderful spot behidn the couch with the pillows and near the radiator. I also never ever go into her room of her own. And I meet my human mama at the door most of the time. And I go in the litter box not anywhere else. And I clean my plate every time. And i keep my human mama company. And I have been working on my blog. And I let human mama put that horrible collar on me and take my picture. And I have never ever even once used my claws on a human or a kitty, only on furniture. And I've learned to sleep under the covers so that sister and I don't fight. And I was in 2 sermons this year as a sermon example---a good one! And I love my sister even though she doesn't love me and I love my human mama and my breath doesn't stink anymore.

That's all.

I hope you're having a nice day.

You look nice in red.

Say hi to Mrs. Claus.

Your good friend forever,
LMK

The latest

2007-12-15T18:26:00.000-08:00

Now human mama says the rabbi's daughter might come and watch me from teh 27th on. But who is going to feed me on the 25th and 26th? Maybe Barbara.

I don't like any of this at all.

I don't want my human mama to leave, I don't want to go in a C-A-R, either.

And I don't know what a rabbi is, and if a rabbi's daughter would be nice or not. She's 15. What is THAT supposed to mean?

I am beginning to doubt human mama's abilities to effectively care for my needs.

In the meantiime, I'm thinking about my Christmas list. Will post soon.

Worried

2007-12-12T15:52:00.000-08:00

The human mama is worried.
There is nobody to take care of me and girlkitty when she goes to visit her human mama.
There is some talk of a car, and kittycat tranquilizers.
This makes me worried.

Whistle & Fish, Come Get Me.

2007-12-05T19:18:00.001-08:00

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Originally uploaded by ppolarbear

This. Is. Just. Wrong.

Girlkitty Guest Blogs

2007-12-05T16:57:00.001-08:00

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Originally uploaded by ppolarbear

Dear LMK,
Here's the deal. Every once in a while the human gets it in her head that we would look good in a costume. I don't understand it at all. It must be a cultural thing of some sort. (Remember, humans don't understand why we chase our tails or beg for food when our bowls are full either, so we do have to cut them a little slack.)

So when this happens, and it will happen, don't hiss and howl and protest. Don't try to bat the little hat off your head or pull the collar off. It only prolongs the agony. Just sit there, let her take the picture and it will be over with before you know it.

Besides, all that whining ruined my nap.

A truce

2007-12-02T16:27:00.000-08:00

Girlkitty and I have a truce. We can both sleep in the big bed, near the heat machine if I sleep under the covers and she sleeps over them. This way she doesn't get boy germs on her fur.

It's getting cold out.
I like the space heater, and the blankets, but I worry about my pet squirrels. Do they have a human heat machine to snuggle with when it's cold out? I talk to them through the window but they never answer. I worry.

HI!

2007-11-22T20:09:00.001-08:00

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Originally uploaded by ppolarbear

Today was a very busy day.

First of all, my human mom found the earring that I stole and hid. It was under the carpet in the living room. WAY under. But she found it. Rats!

Then, human mom made food on the stove. This doesn't happen a lot. I had some food. It was good. Then things were cooling down so I thought I'd have a little more. And I knocked over a lot of stuff, and that made a really, really loud noise and kinda scared human mom.

But the big, big, news is this: I picked up a DIME today!!!!!! This is a picture of me with it. You can't see it because I'm HOLDING it, but you have to trust me. I got a DIME!!!!

Can you see all of my toesies in the picture? I flexed them out so they'd look nice in the picture.

Gotta go. Want to steal something else before the day is over.

10 random things about me

2007-11-11T20:58:00.000-08:00

Saint Casserole says that anybody can be tagged from her game.
So I tag---me!

10 random things about me!

1. I have 6 toes on each of my front paws.
2. I can pick up quarters with my paws.
3. There were 3 boys in my birth family. The shelter named us after the 3 muskateers.
4. My name was Porthos.
5. I steal things out of the print box over my mama's desk, even though I know it makes her really, really crazy 'cuz they're "special."
6. I don't believe in special.
7. I don't like being picked up. I like to jump on laps, not be picked up. Boykitty liked to be picked up, but I had to tell mama that not all boys are alike.
8. Every day, I find something of my mama's and put it in my food bowl.
9. I always eat from the bowl on the right.
10. Sometimes I forget to close my mouth. I sit there with my mouth hanging open until someone laughs at me. It's REALLY easy to forget to close your mouth. Don't laugh.

Daylight Savings

2007-11-08T17:16:00.000-08:00

The humans messed up their clocks and now I get in trouble because if the sun is up, the people should be, too!

Sheesh.

And I'm not telling anyone where all the earrings are.

Hi, Everybody

2007-10-22T18:04:00.000-07:00

Human mama went away.
Then she came back.
Then she went away.
Then she came back.
I don't know when she's leaving again.

I don't like it when she leaves.
Girlkitty doesn't play with me.

So I get lonesome.

But she's here now.

I brought her lots of presents for her pillow.

Girlkitty has learned how to use the stool to get up in the big bed of snuggly-love.
Now all of us can be in the big bed of snuggly-love together.

Even if girlkitty sleeps at the bottom of the bed and I sleep at the top, she is still in the big bed of snuggly love with me.

I think I'm growing on her.

News From Me

2007-10-01T19:01:00.000-07:00

First of all, I do NOT like the pink medicine. Humans should not be able to squirt medicine into your mouth.

Second, I seem to be feeling better. My breath doesn't stink, and my teeth don't hurt when I eat crunchies. But that has nuttin' to do with the pink junk. I got better on my own.

Third, I'm starting a new organization called The New Boy Kitty Project. I'm going to find all the other kitty boys and we are getting together to talk about Issues Affecting Our Occupation as impacted by our gender (well, the gender we would be if it hadn't been robbed from us) and age. Because we need diversity, but sometimes it's important to talk to kitties who really do get it. I like being a Rev Gal Pet Pal, for the diversity of it, and then TNBKP to be with my peeps, er, kits.

I'm hoping to be named an editor of Garfield's Brothers, an e-zine for boykitties. My first article will be about how to negotiate with humans for a better flow of cat crunchies.

Girlkitty has been pretty nice to me lately. She's going to be a Seasoned Supporter of TNBKP.

The worst day ever

2007-09-20T17:58:00.000-07:00

My human mama came home in the middle of the day, which I thought was a good thing.
Then she put me in a cage--with no warning!--and took me to the vet.
I cried.
A big loud howl.
She kept talking to me but it didn't make me feel any better.
We were in a car.
I hated it.
We got to the vet.
We waited in the lobby.
There were kitties there that don't have human mamas or daddies.
In cages.
I felt bad.
But I was still scared.
And then we went in a little room.
And they weighed me and said I was healthy.
Then another lady came in, and one lady held me down and the nother lady looked in my mouth and my ears, and felt my tummy. And I didn't like it and I was scared. And I shook and shook, and human mama kept talking to me but it didn't even help because that strange nother lady was touching me.
Then she gave me two shots.
It's not fair that they hold you down. You can't leave.
Then they talked a lot. And I went back in the cage.
Then human mama took me out to the car.
And I cried and howled.
And pooped.
And peed.
And I shook in my poopy, peepeed cage the whole way home.
And when we got home, I got out of the cage, and stood in the middle of the room and shook.
I was scared.
It was awful.
And then human mama went back to work.
When she came home, she gave me pink medicine.
It was gross.
I threw up.
But human mama thinks that's because I'm stressed out.
Because I am.
I won't let her touch me.
I sit in the corner.
And cry.
Girlkitty let me have her corner.
I won't eat kitty treats.
I turn my nose up at them.
I hate this day.
I have bartonella.
Which sounds like pasta.
I hate this day.
My human mama is stupid.

Uh-Oh

2007-09-12T19:41:00.000-07:00

Tonight the human started following her nose. I swear she's part dog. She's always smelling stuff. She followed her nose into the closet where the suitcases are kept.

She says she's been smelling cat peepee in our house for a week.

When she says that I look innocent, and girlkitty gets innocent. We remind her that her whole family teases her about being too sensitive of a nose.

Tonight, though, she found peepee in the suitcase closet.

On the suitcases.

Mama is not happy.

She used some stinky stuff to try to clean. And then she put the evil cat sucking machine in front of the door of the closet. (it opens really easy, but I'm not going anywhere near that machine.)

She's really not happy and she wants to know who did it and why.

I can neither confirm nor deny knowing anything about the peepee in the suitcase closet.

Frankly, who's to say she didn't do it her self?

Meow

2007-09-03T15:38:00.000-07:00

Mama says that I've discovered my own voice recently. I've decided that I have a lot to say and so I'm saying it. Mostly when moving from one point to another point. Like jumping on the couch or off the couch or on the bed, off the bed, on the kitchen counter (no, no, kitty!) off the counter. I like to let off just a little mewow to let the world now that I'm a cat on the move.

When Mama calls it proclamation, I scratch on the couch to make her get away from those silly books.

Lately, I've found that earrings make really good toys.

How about you? When do you meow? What new toys have you found? Does your mama let you jump on the counter?

This is me!

2007-08-13T09:23:00.001-07:00

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Originally uploaded by ppolarbear

This is a year ago! when I was a baby who had just come to the house on the street with squirrels and cars. I was little. I couldn't get up on the bed by myself. Now I can. I get up on the bed at least 10 times a night. Look how little I was! One year ago!When I came to this apartment. I didn't know if it was for a long time or a short time, but I'm still here, so maybe it's for keeps?

Yesterday I knocked a whole box of matches off the fireplace mantel. Score!

thinking

2007-07-31T19:43:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking lately about last year. Last year at this time, I was living in the cat room at the animal shelter with my 2 brothers. I didn't know WHAT to think. I was born in a big city, but then someone came and took me and my brothers away with kitty mama to a big, big shelter. Mama gave us milk. Mama got fixed, and then they said she was "released" because she was "feral," but the three of us were going to get "socialized." So then we went to aNOTHER shelter, one with not many animals. And we played with each other and slept a lot. I missed kitty mama, but I know that kitty mama didn't want to be inside, so it's okay.

Human mama came and got me on August 12. One brother found his human mama on August 11, and another on August 13. I was in the middle.

I'm glad human mama came.

But I wish my brothers had email.

Ask the Big Boy Kitties and Big Girl Kitties

2007-07-26T11:55:00.000-07:00

Dear Big Boys and Big Girls,
As you know, I'm new at being a Big Boy. I only became one in June, and I haven't even lived at Mama's house (on the street with cars and squirrels). And on the revgals page, new pastors can ask for help with how to be pastors, and so I thought that maybe if I put up my questions about how to be a big boy, some of the big boys out there can tell me how to do it right.

Here's the first question:
When I sharpen my claws on the big wicker basket where the dirty clothes are kept, my mama yells at me. How can I get her to stop this bad habit? I have been trying to ignore her, and I've tried sassing her, but she just keeps doing it. What should I do?

Here's the second question:
Every night I work really, really hard at decorating the apartment. There are lots of things to take out of the trash and move to prettier places. There are razors to knock down from the bathtub, eyeglasses and remote controls to remove from tables, and of course, it's important to take just a few socks out of the hamper and put them in the living room. Every night I do this all by myself. My sister never helps. How can I get her to help? And can I possibly get mama to just leave it all alone for once so I can get some sleep?

Here's the third question:
My mama keeps putting tape on the scratching post that she calls a sofa. It takes me weeks to get it off again. How can I stop her from doing this?

Here's the fourth question:
How can I make my sister like me better? I try jumping on her head. I try licking her ears. I try to play with her, but she doesn't seem to like me yet. What else can I do?

I'm worried

2007-07-15T17:57:00.000-07:00

about my cousin Fish.

I want his paw to feel better.

I asked the Big Cat for healing for him.

I hope Big Cat heard me.

Get Better, Fish!

This! Is! Bad!

2007-07-04T19:08:00.000-07:00

There are loud! noises outside my apartment!
Really! loud!
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
I! don't! like! it!
Not even a little.
Tell them to stop.

If you need me, I'll be under the bed.

Kitties of the world! Unite!

2007-07-03T15:29:00.000-07:00

Okay.
My mama will not let me get a gun, use my claws, or take self defense classes.
I'm not allowed to cuss or even call people icky poo-poo heads (sorry, Mama, it was an illustration.)
Which means that when I get MAD, I have one thing left to me: the power of the box. Or more likely, the power of not using the box.

I haven't had to use this before. But I am not afraid to. It's not the Texas towncar of justice. It's more like the kitty caravan of justice.

Someone has been VERY mean to my mama's blog friend, WS.

I don't like it.

So, I am willing to use my (ahem) aromatic liquids to get my point across.

The very best is upholstry or carpet. Someplace so it gets into the padding, and sticks around for a while.
But clothing will do.

So, who is with me?? Who is going to join me in lifting their tales in outrage? We. Can. Do. It!!!!!!!

Well, perhaps a snack and a nap first, but THEN, watch me go. I'll just snack and nap while the rest of you sign up.

YOU IN????

Being Cute

2007-06-30T15:37:00.000-07:00

is pretty much my full time job.
Sometimes I wish I had geckos to stalk or mice to patrol, but I don't.
My main job is being cute.
One of my other duties as assigned is to keep Girlkitty awake. I do this by jumping on her head sometimes. Other times I give her kisses.
She never kisses back.

What's your job?

8 things

2007-06-13T16:54:00.000-07:00

I was tagged! I have to come up with 8 things about ME! This is hard because I don't really talk about myself too much. Well, maybe sometimes.

Here goes!

1. I had 2 brothers in my mommy's tummy. One got 'dopted before me and one after. They were black and white, too. Maybe they'll read my blog someday.
2. My human's mom and dad have 2 cats, and my human's sister has 3 cats! But I'm the only one with 6 toes on my front paws. That makes me special!
3. I really, really, really, REALLY like felt toys.
4. My favorite sleeping spots are: under the window in the extra room, my human's bed, and my human's lap.
5. I eat out of the bowl on the right, not the left. The left is for girls. I'm a boy.
6. I meow a lot. My sister hardly meows at all.
7. I have a human girlfriend. Her name is Emily. But she graduated and moved away. I think she'll still come back sometimes to be my babysitter. My human says no, but she doesn't know how much Emily loves me.
8. I have an owey on my ear. My human keeps trying to put medicine on it but I don't like medicine at all.

Just Hanging Around Being a Big Boy

2007-06-04T14:22:00.000-07:00

Checking Out my Birthday Presents.

2007-06-04T14:19:00.000-07:00

I LOVE MY AUNT CASSEROLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND WHISTLE!!!! AND FISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was going so fast that I was just a blur. Totally cool.

2007-06-04T14:16:00.000-07:00

That One Time When Green Man Went Under The Couch

2007-06-04T14:15:00.001-07:00

I totally rescued him.

Me and Red hanging out

2007-06-04T14:13:00.001-07:00

Red Stuffy is my new favorite friend. I can call him Stuffy for short, or sometimes, just Stuff. But mostly I call him Red. He's cool.

Totally Baby Toy for Little Kitties

2007-06-04T14:10:00.000-07:00

Dear Whistle, Fish and Aunt Casserole,

2007-06-02T16:23:00.000-07:00

Thank you very much for the new loveys. I LOVE them. I LOVE felt toys! They are the best! You are the best! I want to be your best friend forever, okay? I had a good birthday. Mama says she'll take a picture of me tomorrow because she left her camera at work.

You are the best friends a kitty could ever ask for.

Love,
BIGmankitty!

Career Counseling

2007-05-26T15:06:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking about what I want to be when I grow up. You know I grow up on next Friday, right? Then I'll be a really big boy. What do you think about this?

Save the Date

2007-05-09T11:49:00.000-07:00

Just in case you were wonderin'
My birthday is in 23 days.
I'll be one.
I want another blue felt fishy toy.
And kisses.

Triangles, Squares and Rounds

2007-05-04T05:35:00.001-07:00

New Kid has a post about kitties being triangles, squares and rounds.

Mama says I'm a triangle.

Is that a good thing?

What kind of kitty are you?

If you had to choose between the computer and the kitty, which would you pick?

2007-05-02T19:59:00.000-07:00

I'm just sayin'

2007-04-27T19:43:00.000-07:00

Psst.

2007-04-16T19:06:00.000-07:00

My sister snores.
Hee!

Hi

2007-04-09T21:12:00.000-07:00

Mama is doing taxes.
I'm helping.
So far I have sat on lots and lots and lots of papers, and removed pens, paper clips and all sorts of dangerous materials from the table.
I'm a big help.

Easter Basket

2007-04-08T14:50:00.000-07:00

You get anything in your Easter basket?
I got:
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!

Holey Week

2007-04-06T11:10:00.000-07:00

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.

I'm Just Saying

2007-03-27T18:41:00.000-07:00

I carried a dirty sock all the way to the front door today. Score!

Don't you think it's rude when your own human says that you have bad breath? Like hers smells like tuna. Hey, maybe they make tuna breath mints. That would make her breath smell better, don't you think? My breath smells GOOOOOOOOOOD and my human is crazy.

I'm just saying.

I think I should have my own computer

2007-03-25T10:23:00.000-07:00

When the human goes away and abandons me, she takes the computer. Then I can't blog. And that isn't fair.

I've been working on destroying a blanket while she was gone.

Almost done.

When I finish, I'll post pictures and a pattern so you can do it at home, too.

FRAMED

2007-03-07T11:31:00.000-08:00

My friends, I have been totally framed. I did not steal those blue glasses. I did not take the Mobil gas credit card. I did not take the green earring or the red one. I did not take 7 shiny round things. I didn't, didn't, didn't!

Those mean ladies with the loud roaring machines---they did it! They did it! Not me! I'm a good boy. I'm a really good boy! I'm a really, really good boy!

See my Paw?

2007-03-01T19:05:00.001-08:00

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Originally uploaded by ppolarbear.

This is what makes me a very special boy. Count my toes! I have a lot! I don't usually get under the covers, but I did that day. Don't I look like a big boy? 'Member the other picture of me with that quilt? I was a baby then. I'm big now. But not really big. If I was really big, I'd be like my sister, and I'd be kind of grumpy.

My mama works too long at night. I get lonely. Would you come over and play with me? I have greenies. And toys. And a real swell quilt.

Ash Wednesday

2007-02-21T18:33:00.000-08:00

When I have black goobers on my face, mama goes after me with a kleenex. How come she has black goobers on her face and nobody does nothing? Sometimes I wish I was girlkitty. Nobody can tell if she is dirty because she's all black.

Hi

2007-02-17T07:44:00.001-08:00

Hi
Originally uploaded by ppolarbear.

This picture is from when I was little. It's from December. But I wish I saved teh box, because I was going to mail myself to wherever it is that my mommy went. I was so lonesome. Girlkitty is just boring and my girlfriend didn't come over very much, and nobody played birdie game with me and I was very, very, very, lonesome.

I asked mama for a box for Valentine's Day. I might need it.

Sniff

2007-02-14T18:36:00.000-08:00

I miss my mama.

Hi

2007-02-08T18:52:00.001-08:00

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Originally uploaded by ppolarbear.

What do you think of my new toy? It's a hand me down. I think it's a hand mew down! I know I'm big. Am I still cute?

Bored

2007-02-08T05:37:00.000-08:00

My mom is boring.
My sister doesn't like me.
My foot is all better, and I'm bored.
Anyone wanna come over to my house and play?
I've got some really cool toys. I have a felt fish that's really cool, and lots of milk tabs, and if my mom isn't being stupid like usual, she can play birdy with us.

Please?

What has happened to me lately.

2007-02-05T18:52:00.000-08:00

Mom left. (bad)
Cool kittysitter came. (good)
She knows about the ear drops. (bad)
My foot is a lot better. (good)
My mom came back. (good)
I did the happy dance for a while, and ran in circles around the apartment. (very good)
Then she gave me ear drops (bad).
Then my sister and I had snuggles on mama's lap (very good).
My mama came back.
I like the cool kittysitter.
I like mama more.
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

PS: What's new with you?

The vet.

2007-01-30T09:44:00.000-08:00

I got put in a cage and went on a car ride.
That part was fine. And my mama said I was a very. good. boy.
Of course!
Then I went to the waiting room. There were cats and fish and dogs and people. I came out of the cage, because I like to greet people.
That part was fine.
Then I went into a little room with a pretty lady who said I was a very big boy. She said I weigh 8.4 pounds, and that I am more than double what I weighed last time. And that I'm pretty.
That part was fine.
Then we waited.
That part was fine.
Then the vet came in with the pretty lady. The vet was a lady, too. The vet kept talking to mama, and tried to talk to me, too, but I didn't say nothin' back because I was shy. She touched all of my parts of my leg, and when she got to the part that hurt, I meowed. I tried to be polite about it but you really shouldn't touch the owy parts.
Then she started looking at my ear.
That part was not fine.
Not fine at all.
I don't like people in my ear.
It finally ended and she took my temperature. Do you know what they do to do that? Doesn't that seem really, really WRONG?
Not fine. Not fine at all.
Then I got a shot, but it was in my back leg and I hardly felt it at all.
And the vet said I was a very. good. boy. And the pretty lady said I was a very. good. boy.
Then mama paid and I think that's stupid. If someone is going to touch the owy parts and then stick things where they don't belong you don't PAY them! And then we went to the car.
And it was NOT fine. I howled and cried. I had it up to here. So mama had to pet me and tell me how pretty I am before we could leave. Then we drove home. And I got lots of greenies.
And that part was fine.

I don't think I really want to go to the vet again very soon.
Human comment: he has a sprained shoulder, and a yeast infection in his ear. And the vet said to keep him quiet. The woman is clearly deluded.But he was a very good boy.

I hurted my foot.

2007-01-29T11:29:00.000-08:00

I don't know how.
I hurted my foot.
I try to walk on three pawsies, but it's hard.
And my mama is worried, and she came home for lunch to make sure I'm okay.
Tomorrow I have to go to the vet.
It's really hard to play when you've hurted your foot.
But greenies make it better.

There are no beauty magazines for kitties

2007-01-18T19:07:00.000-08:00

...and I am a beautiful boy.
But I have a problem, oh internets.
See, I have pretty white fur on my four paws.
It's very pretty.
But it gets really dirty. Not just on the bottom where my paws touch the floor (ahem! house cleaning!) but also on the top. I look dingy.
I don't want to be a fashion don't. How do I get my pawsies clean and white? (Believe it or not, my own baths aren't working, and I don't want to go in that stupid old sink again!)

Big! News!

2007-01-15T15:54:00.001-08:00

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Originally uploaded by ppolarbear.

Now that I'm a big boy, I got a big boy litter box.

I had a very little litter box, the size of a piece of paper, but I was having "aim issues" (whatever that means) and the human got all upset about some rug that was on the back of the box. Whatever. I never liked that rug anyway.

My sister has a big girl litter box, but she really doesn't like it when I use it, and, well, girl germs=ew.

So now I have my very own big boy litter box. NO Girlz allowed! This is a picture of me checking it out to be sure it's all good and stuff.

I'm so happy.

But even while I'm happy, I'm sad for Whistle. He needs a big boy litter box, too.

My mother is cruel and evil

2007-01-06T17:20:00.001-08:00

Originally uploaded by ppolarbear.

Just because I had black stuff all over my front paws and on my face and on my belly is no reason to stick me in a sink for a bath. Like I'm some kind of baby! I spent all afternoon getting that icky smell off of me. Mommy says I look beautiful and fluffy and clean now. Like I'm falling for that one.

Christmas & Sisters

2006-12-29T07:31:00.000-08:00

I had a nice Christmas at home. My human hired someone to attend to my needs. I got to stay with my sister.
She growls at me sometimes and bats her paw at me.
And hisses.

I don't know why she doesn't like me.

I try batting her head with my paws. I try jumping on her back. I try joining her on the fluffy pillows. I try stealing her food.

And she still doesn't want to be my friend.

Do any of you guys know how to solve this problem?

My mommy is so dumb.

2006-12-16T17:03:00.000-08:00

She spent two days sitting on the couch. TWO! Reading big, fat, boring books, and writing. And swearing. And writing. Did I get my playtime? (sniff) hardly! Two haphazard swings of the feather toy is NOT playtime. Did I get computer time? Well, this is the first chance I've gotten to get on the computer.

Please add to my Christmas list:
training program for Mommy
computer of my own
blog for whistle.

Christmas List

2006-12-13T20:48:00.000-08:00

Whistle just posted his Christmas list on his human's blog. . I want a list, too!

1) peace on earth!
2) Whistle and Fish to come visit me!
3) peace on earth!
4) to be allowed to eat all the human food that I want!
5) a person to come over to my house and play the birdy game and the pointer game! all day! whenever I want! All night, too!
6) peace on earth!
7) toys! toys! toys!
8) chin scritches!
9) peace on earth!
10) exclamation points for everyone!!!!!!!
11) my sister to like me and want to play with me! all day! all night!
12) peace on earth!
13) Whistle to get a blog and be my blog buddy! We'll be the revcatblogpals!!!! Forever! Mugs! T shirts! Friday Five! Ask the Experienced LitterBox User!
14) Peace. on. earth.

I have no idea what peace on earth means but I think I want it.

Thanks, Whistle! This was fun!!!!!!!

Finally eating in style!

2006-12-09T16:31:00.001-08:00

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Originally uploaded by ppolarbear.

Thanks, Whistle and Fish and St. Cassy and Mr. Cassy and everyone else in Cassy land! I love my new bowl! I let my sister use the other one. Can you tell that the white matches my white spot? And doesn't match my sister at all! Thanks for the box, too! I loved the box! And the newspaper! And the TOYS!
Whistle and Fish are my new best friends. Mommy is so last week.

I was very sleepy after thanksgiving.

2006-12-01T15:13:00.000-08:00