MeeeeI'mSoFullowwww!! Note to Self: "Renew Health Club Membership." I certainly hope you & yours are celebrating this holiday season in whatever manner brings the most fun and the greatests memories. Peace to all!
OK, I'm Sorry Already!
MeeeI'mSoFreakinInDemandooww! I very truly apologize for my negligence in keeping the world up to date on my goings-on but, Whew! If only you knew the drama in my household! There is school and a wedding - yes, I said a wedding but do NOT fear: the wedding is not mine so I am very much still on the market. But everyone is after me for advice and guidance! Whatever would my ladyperson do without me??! I shudder to think of the destruction this household might fall victim to. Ugh...!x
I could say I've been working like a dog but, well, you know that is NOT my style. I must get thru this current round of tasks and then, surely then, I shall get back to the business of relaxing and being me and, more importantly, keeping you up-to-date on my happenings. After all, isn't that what you crave? Yeah, that's what I thought.
Stop the Insanity!!
Meeee-notmeantforsensitiveeyes-oowww! Someone MUST put an end to the constant harrassment of cats by hideous dogs! This is totally crossing the line. Therefore, I am hereby officially announcing my candidacy for World President of all things Feline.
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We can not let this abuse continue. I implore all of my cat brethren to UNITE and BE STRONG! Together, we can do this!!
I Showed Her: I Will NOT Tolerate Unfresh ChowChow ~
Meeeooowwww! I do hope your Summer vacation is going well! I've been extremely busy: it seems that everybody has chosen to include me in their Summer festivities. I so wish that dear Paris Hilton would get over me and move on ... she's a cutie but she's simply not my type.
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Anyhow, my ladyperson and manperson took a mini-vacation of their own and they got this crazy idea that it would be perfectly acceptable to leave me with one humongous bowl of chowchow whilst they were away.
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First of all, I am apalled that they did not hire staff to tend to me in their absence. Secondly, what's with the day-old chowchow? Excuse me? But this problem was easily solved. Are you familiar with a hunger strike? Upon return from her 3-day vacation (camping in the mountains? Ugh...), my ladyperson was so alarmed by my refusal to dine from that massive pile of chowchow that she promptly disposed of the stale kibbles and placed in my dinner bowl the perfect amount of delectable fresh chow and she now carefully monitors and refills my dish only when necessary.
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Little does she know that I truly did have ample treats to choose from in her absence: the party I held while they were vacationing was fully-catered so I had plenty of delectable items to keep me well-nourished. And speaking of well-nourished, you should have seen the fiesty kitty servers the caterer sent along to serve my guests. Well-nourished, indeed, if ya know what I mean (wink! wink!)
Just Checking In...
Meee-howzitgoin-ooww? I do hope you are enjoying your summer holiday as much as I am.x
Whew! It's barely August and I've visited the coast twice, been on a Jamaican cruise (I certainly hope those photos never surface...), and I fear I have shattered more female kitty hearts than I can count on two paws. But, hey! That's simply how I roll ~
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All of that, yet, the summer is young and smoldering hot ... as am I!
I Heard Them Talking About Me....
Meeee-whydoiputupwiththem-oowww??
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It was a lovely, sunny afternoon today in my backyard. Warm and toasty yet a deliciously refreshing breeze wafted through. My ladyperson and manperson were taking advantage of the nice afternoon, as well, while they lounged in their lawn chairs with icy beverages.
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Whilst I reclined in the soft grass, several HUGE bluejays gathered in the tree branches above me. Needless to say, I found them quite annoying. Enough so that eventually, I was forced to vacate my spot in the sun and retreat into the garden. Not to hide from the hideous birds but simply to avoid their senseless chattering.
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And that's when I heard my manperson say, "C'mon, Rambo Kitty: catch the birds and eat em!!" He is so out of touch. The only pheasant I have ever dined upon were presented to me under glass.
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Remind me again: why do I put up with these ... persons?? Ugh.
Taking Applications for a Housekeeper...
Meeee-idonotpickuptoys-oowww! This afternoon, I was headed for a sunny napping spot after playing with the cat toys in my toybasket when my ladyperson insisted that I PICK UP MY TOYS! Yes, she really did. Where does she get this stuff? I do not do housework of any sort. And the worst part is: I know that my playful episodes with my toys brings her great amusement, as well. She goes on and on saying things like, "Look how cute he is! He's so sweeeeet!" So why does she think I should pick up my toys after play?
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See the photo on the bottom? That's me walking away! And do you see the toys still remaining on the carpet? Well, that's for her to take care of. It is a small price for her to pay, after all, for the entertainment I provide this family. She'll figure it out eventually. Maybe. Sigh.
I Already MIss My New Best Friend!
Meeewheredidshego?oowww!! We had visitors this past weekend at our home and one of those visitors instantly earned status as my new all-time best friend. My ladyperson and manperson have referred to her as their daughter-in-law so I guess that makes us family, but most importantly, she's my new best friend!
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She was so kind to me and I could tell she really understood my needs: the ear-scratchings and back-rubbings she administered while we watched television together were absolutely divine! And she'd watch over me in my backyard as long as it took for me to erradicate all birds and insects from the premises.
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She came to visit us from far way (Colorado, in fact) and I overheard that she's the ladyperson of two rowdy dogs. I'm thinking that if I play my cards right, maybe she'll see fit to let me visit her abode on occasion. I always have had a penchant for mountain-climbing and skiing and Colorado is ripe with both.
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Of course I could never completely abandon my own ladyperson and manperson (I'm quite certain they could not function in society without my guidance) but perhaps I can talk my new best friend into sending her rowdy Jack Russell Terriers off to doggie summer camp while a not-so-rowdy smoky-haired cat with oodles of personality and finesse visits for a spell....
Whew! No More Homework!!
MeeeeNoMoreAlgebraooww! My ladyperson has been attending night school and for reasons unknown to me, she has seemed quite fretful over her chances of succeeding in her Algebra class. And as you can see, I was doing most of her homework. I even had to teach her how to use a scientific calculator but I'm too embarrassed (for her) to provide further details. Anyhow, we made a deal early on in the semester: I help her with her Algebra homework and she keeps me stocked in tasty cat treats and catnip. What more can I ask for? Of course, the Algebra was a cinch for me but she doesn't need to know that, now does she? Mmmmm ... cat treats...!
Finally ... Spring!!
MeeeHappySpringooowww! Once again, the beginning of Spring brings about many changes in my duties as a cat. For example, it is now my responsibility to ensure that my ladyperson opens wide all of the drapes and blinds in our home before leaving for work each morning. This ensures that no matter which windowsill I choose to rest on throughout the day, I’m guaranteed a non-stop supply of sunshine.
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A simple enough task, No? But she pretends to scurry about the house in her morning rush, as if she were jetting off to an engagement more important than tending to my needs. That is simply absurd. As a result of her silliness, I am forced to remind her of her duty while she prepares herself for her day. Surely you will agree that it is entirely her fault if I resort to the tactic of entwining myself between her feet as she walks out the door with her full cup of hot, steaming coffee. Hey – all I’m looking for is some sunshine.
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Also during this time of year, I begin to build a rapport with the neighborhood birds. This is a very important step in my long-term plan to rid my yard and surrounding property of these disgustingly happy creatures. Why are these feathered animals forever singing? My manperson and ladyperson are entertained by the bird sounds but I find it all quite a bore. This, too, requires great concentration and patience on my part.
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I do enjoy the arrival of Spring, even with these added responsibilities. I honestly do appreciate the new flowers that decorate my yard. But even more importantly: Springtime brings the freshest, most delectable shrimp and trout to my favorite restaurant. And that, my friends, makes all of my hard work well worth the bother.
Why is it That the Smallest People Are Also the Stickiest?
Meeee-whoaretheselittlepeopleanyway-ooowww! We had visitors at our home this afternoon and I believe my ladyperson referred to them as the grandpersons, or something like that. They are quite small in stature, yet are capable of making a tremendous amount of noise. And the most incredible part of all is that they seem blessed with the stickiest of hands. That must be a grandperson thing. There are four of them and my only option was to bound high up into a tree in my own backyard to escape their sticky little paws. Errr ... I mean hands.
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The most amusing part of the entire afternoon was their incessant attempt to "rescue" me from my perch in my tree. The sticky little people seemed to think I was stranded against my will. Hardly so! While I was entirely capable of reclaiming my ground-level territory, I was in no hurry to subject myself to the clutches of their itty-bitty, candy-coated hands.
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I was forced to occupy the tree for quite some time but easily scurried down when the grandpersons retired to their own residence. Whew! I must remember to be more attentive so the next time I hear my ladyperson squeal with delight because the sticky little grandpersons are coming to visit, I'll know to hide in a more secure location. For all of you out there who may not have been subjected to the sticky little people yet: you've been warned!
Things That Make Me Smile....
Mee-yaaaawwwnn-ooww. As part of my whole ‘New Year, New Me’ (well, enhanced Me), I thought I’d be nice and call attention to some of things that make me smile. I’m speaking of things that give me that same warm & cozy feeling that I give everyone else. X
On the occasional evening that my ladyperson desires a snack, she will partake of a dish of dried cereal with milk. This choice of snack appears to have something to do with her intent to remain a healthy ladyperson. All that’s fine and well, but the most pleasing part of this ritual is this: while she enjoys her cereal snack she allows me to rest cozily on her lap. And when she is finished with the cereal part of her snack, she offers the remaining milk in her bowl to me. The milk is always just a tad bit sweetened from the flavor of her cereal and is quite delicious. Afterward, I stretch a bit … I bathe alot … and then I peacefully snooze with a bellyful of that creamy goodness.
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I’ll wait until another day to discuss with her the cereal flavor choices she’s making: surely she realizes that not EVERY flavor of cereal has the proper effect on the taste of the accompanying milk. But, yaawwwnnnn …. we’ll save that for another day….
Know What This is?
MeeeI'mLosingMyPatienceoowww! This is yours truly, waiting for my turn to use the PC. There are times that I've acually fallen asleep waiting my turn. It's absurd, I tell you!
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You see, my ladyperson has taken it upon herself to begin some sort of schooling and she is forever occupying the home office. You should see her sitting at the PC muttering, "If 9-4x=8x, then what the heck does x mean??" And it takes everything I have not to just jump in and give her the answers just so she'll be done with it and I can reclaim my space at the keyboard (Algebra always was one of my stronger subjects.)
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Sure, if I see her struggling too hard I'll offer to tutor her but I suspect she'll eventually catch on. I just hope it's sooner than later: I am behind not only on my blogging, but also on my internet shopping. Yes, things are going to have to change around here very soon, I tell you....
They've Already Made Me Break My First New Year's Resolution
Meee-thatdidn'ttakelong-oowww! I should have known. You see, one of my New Year's Resolutions was to TRY to be more tolerant of my manperson and ladyperson this year. But thanks to them, that one is down the tubes already. And it wasn't even technically 2007 yet when they messed it all up! You see, it started with Christmas day when they invited all of these other people over to my house for celebration. They even welcomed those tiny people referred to as the "grandkids". (By the way: I've come to learn that tiny people are as annoying as regular-sized people ... perhaps even more so because they sit lower to the ground and do not think twice before grabbing at my ear or such as I dodge past them.)
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Anyhow, there was food and drink galore for the big people and little people alike but not once, not ONCE I tell you, was I invited to the dinner table. Then, for New Year's Eve I specifically requested my own bottle of fine champagne but did they purchase it for me? Well of course not! Fortunately I had a back-up plan and some of my kitty-friends (of the female persuasion, thank you very much) showed up with champagne and party favors. So fun was had by all, but with no thanks to my manperson and ladyperson.
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I knew this would be a tough Resolution to keep but I thought maybe, just maybe, they'd have finally learned proper Catiquette. Of course I should have known better.
How Was I to Know the Chicken was for THEM??
MeeeeOooopsooowww!! I was alone in the house, minding my own business when I noticed that my ladyperson had set a nice array of chicken breasts on the kitchen counter to thaw. There was absolutely no reason for me to question whether the tasty tidbits were for me or not. And as any red-blooded male cat would do I pounced on them, carried them to the master bedroom and had them for lunch.
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Fast forward 4 hours: my manperson discovers the empty package and the remnants of a few pieces that simply were not to my liking and, instead of being decent about the whole thing, he left the evidence in plain view so he could gloat to my ladyperson over my alleged wrong-doing. She was a bit upset and I think she whipped me, but I'm not sure because I never really had a whipping before. Anyhow, she picked me up and carried me to where the evidence lay and she scolded me. She shook her finger at me and as she held me close, she said ridiculous things like, "Bad Poppy!" Then she strutted back to my manperson and announced proudly that she'd whipped me. I thought whippings were a bad thing but all she did was hold me close and giggle at the chicken scraps on the carpet.
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Just when I think I understand these people they pull something like this. One thing's for sure: I can't wait till seafood night!
My Backyard is Really Empty These Days....
Meeesighhhhoowww. I truly can not believe it. In fact, I'm having difficulty even writing this. Miss Pearl, whom I previously only referred to as the "SBD (Stupid Brown Dog)" is no longer with us. She's gone ... Just like that. I think she knew she was leaving but she never really made a big deal about it. And now that I think about it, she had taken an especially strong interest in me of late and it's likely she was trying to teach me all about how she manages the backyard and other issues that were traditionally her responsibility so I could take over in her absence. I know she went painlessly and that she had made her peace with me and with this earth but I must say: I'm still going to miss her. Maybe not as much as my manperson will because I can tell they were special buddies. But as Miss Pearl hinted, it'll be my job now to step up to the plate and help my manperson and ladyperson through this. I am comforted by what I heard my manperson tell my ladyperson on the dreadful day that it happened. He said, "You know ... God takes care of drunks and old dogs." That makes me feel just a little bit better.
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From now on, if you hear me refer to her as the "SBD", it's going to mean "Sweet Brown Dog". Peace, Miss Pearl ... Keep in touch.
Hey y'all:
Wufff! It's me agin, miss pearl (poppy calls me stoopid brown dog but you no better). You probly been wonderin where i have been but dont worry, i still been keepin my eye on things and specially on that cat poppy and this wannabe blog.x
But i havent really been feelin well too much lately. Its got nuthin to do with that bighead cat poppy. I think its what peoplefolk call 'gittin old'. I kinda been feelin like i might not be aroun here too much longer so i been busy takin care of persnal matters so things kin go on properlike once im gone.
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For ezample, i hafta make sure that my manperson remains well takin care of. I know he counts on me to keep the backyard safe and free of vermin so i been tryin to teach that imbussil cat how to do stuff like that. But you know its just like my manperson says, you cant teach a cat nuthin. Me and poppy can only have these trainin seshuns in the afternoons because poppy doesnt like mornin dew to git on his paws!
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We been makin some progress but i know eventshully im gonna hafta keep an eye on things from above. And i will say this: with all the diffrences between me and that silly cat poppy, i think he might be able to take care of things for me. And we agreed to keep in touch but never mind how we do that. Its a animal thing that peoplefolk dont really get.
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Anyhow, in case i dont make it back to this here blog to keep tellin my side of the story i will still be keepin an eye on things. Poppy and me have made all our amends and he akshully told me he would miss me if i go away. He might git embarrased to know i told that part but its true.
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Everbody take care of yourself and dont forget that dogs reelly are smarter than cats and the proof is that cats are to stoopid to know that.
TRICK OR TREAT, KIDS!! >^..^<
MeeeeeBOOooww!! Look, kids ... I know there will be tons of you winding your way through the streets of my neighborhood on Halloween night and eventually each of you will end up at my house looking for goodies. Well I can tell you right now: my manperson and ladyperson will have eaten all of the good candies before you get here. Don't think you'll be getting Snickers or M&M's at my house. No Sir! I suspect the only thing left for them to pass out on Halloween night will be some sticky peanut butter kiss things (if you're lucky!) or some stale candy left over from LAST YEAR! So if I were you, I wouldn't bother stopping by. Besides, as soon as things quiet down at my house and my manperson & lady person retire for the evening, my pals are dropping by for a little Halloween party of our own. I've already conned the stupid brown dog into being the valet parking attendant ... what a dolt! Happy Halloween, all!!
Don't You Wish You Were Me?
MeeeeeI'msobeautifullllooowww! Gosh. Just look at me! Even standing on top of a ladder in front of a window: I'm spectacular, I must say!
Who's the Wiseguy that put Peanut Butter in My ChowChow??
Meeepffffoooww! I cannot believe that SOMEBODY had the nerve to put peanut butter in my chowchow bowl. There I was, enjoying a quick afternoon snack when suddenly my mouth stopped cooperating! My tongue behaved as though it were cemented to the roof of my mouth. I'd never experienced such a thing.
But you know who I think it was? My manperson. In fact, if I were a gambling cat I'd bet all of the stupid brown dog's food and her outside house that my manperson was behind this. Can't you just see that smelly dog spurning him on? "C'mon .... do it! Put big giant globs in there! Maybe this will keep his big ol' cat mouth shut!"
They are sooooo silly. For when a cat seeks revenge, all but the cat become losers. He He He ...
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