Heard Mama on the Phone

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

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

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

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

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

Prrr

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

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?