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.

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.

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!

Hi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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!

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Don't I look great?

things are crazy

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

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.

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

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

Read about it here.

New P-U

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

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

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!

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!!!!

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

There are suitcases again.

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

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?