this is...unright

i was in the rainroom again. because i am BRAVEKITTEN. because i was following a bug. well, because kaya & i were following a bug...or at least kaya seemed to be following something, and i was following kaya's tail. kaya is my MentorCat. and then i saw the bug! and i was trying to catch the bug! because i AM the mighty bug-hunter!
the bug went up high! i hopped up on a stone thing to track the bug. it came down a little lower...now i gotcha...i coiled to spring...kaya said:
"bad idea, BIK"
but i was already coiled to spring. so i springed.
and felled. and landed in a deep pool of warm, wet water!!! how did water get so warm? it is not out in the sun! and now i am WETKITTEN!
THIS. IS. UNRIGHT.

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human translation:
my roommate had drawn a bath and was waiting for it to cool. yes, she closed the bathroom door, but she did not wedge a book under it-which is the only way to keep kaya or churrah from opening any of the interior doors. i heard the door open, and caught the end of the bug chase-did NOT realize there was a bath in there, thought there HAD been a bath and that was why there was so much steam...and yep. wetkitten. there seemed to be no scalding-she pretty much levitated out of the bath...at this rate this cat is going to develop a complex about the bathroom...

i has a hissy-fit

today has not been a day to purr about. first, the momhuman left for hours and hours and hours. she did come backbut she brought a crewel spotted circle back with her...i know it is crewel, because it is attached to me, and it WILL NOT go away. i asked it nicely. then i threw myself on my back and tried to squish it. then i begged it, in my tiniest teeniest most pitiful kitten-meow to "purrlease, purrlease, go AWAY..." and it would NOT. it is still there. the worst thing about it is that it won't go away...but also what's pretty bad is it makes a noise whenever i run.so i have been tip tip tip toeing around now for hours...which just ain't right.
then...then...a little while ago? i was running around in a dark room where i've never really been...the rain room. i hear rain in there lots of times a day, so i'm afraid of it, but it was dark and quiet so i decided to check it out. i am BRAVE KITTEN!
so...anyway...i was jumping around and climbing around and being BRAVEKITTEN in the RAINROOM...and i fell! and i fell in a COLD WET HOLE!
so i climbed back out and ran to momhuman and complained...and she said "oh poor babycat..." but she was LAUGHING!
so now i am hiding between the couch cushions...i might just stay here forever...or until breakfast...

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human here: do ALL kittens try to drown themselves in toilets? or just mine? OMG, i didn't even know she'd fallen in until she ran in here...upon investigating in the bathroom it became obvious-she dragged the hairbrush in with her. (btw: the toilet lid is now DOWN-nothing like shooting the horse after the barn has been stolen.)

i'm a...BSIK?

human has been puzzling a bit over my appearance. she looks at the pictures she's taken of me, and laughs...i asks why with my eyes and she says: "cause you're funny-looking." okay.
the problem seems to be that i'm not always as black as i am at first glance. sometimes i has stripes. sometimes i looks sort of brown. sometimes i look like i have spots of dust all over me...this is usually after i has been playing really rough or halfway through grooming.
human momperson finally thinks she has it figured out. she blew into my furs, and saw a flash of almost-white. looked more carefully...and yep. the inner layer of my furs is silver, the outer layer is black. this does not mean i am a black & silver kitten...apparently it means i is a black smoke kitten. so does that mean i is a BSIK? how do you say that? BaSIK? BeSik? nonono, don't want to be a BeSIK. how about BaSIK...like, from basic black but i'm basic black smoke...speaking of smoke, human mom really really wants to. but today is sunday so she could not get her checks cashed. tomorrow she will get her checks cashed and get her cigarettes. she will also get cat food, cat nip, and cat toys. we have placed our orders.

ok...who's my mommy?

my momcat doesn't act like my mommy anymore. she doesn't let me cuddle up as much, or nurse as much...and when the human tries to pet us both at the same time momcat knocks me away...i've tried to talks about it with her...but she doesn't want to. she's all impatient. she's thinking...need out...needout...needoutoutout...what? oh, don't be silly. you're a cat, cats don't need mommies. you're a very pretty cat, and a good hunter, and...(here i interrupts to ask: what abouts the human?)...well, humans can be good cats, too. good humans-and we know a good human-make for good cats. they can be cats, too. they can be good friends, yes. some of them. some of them. yes.

i'm just not sure what that means. does it mean i doesn't have a mommy, because my momcat says i don't need a mommy cause i am a cat? but i feel safe with human...i likes playing with other cats, especially KAYA...but momcat says playing is just baby-practice for hunting. she doesn't play with the toys. i DO play with the toys. i really really like the toys. i like to play. i like to play just to play, run justs to run, chase kaya just to chase kaya and then kaya chases me and i chases her and she chases me, and i chases her...then i go see my momcat, and she talks about the smells i can't smell and the heartbeat of another cat out there that she needs to meet, needs to meet...and she just doesn't seem like a mommy. and she doesn't seem like her. and i'm not scared...but i'd rather just stay out here with the human and the kaya kitty and even the rhymon kitty, and the couch and the tv and the catputer and the FAN!!! the fan that cools me off and gives me a ride, ride, ride...

i will thinks about this later. SG1 is on.

a BIK commentating on sound differents

ok, today i is going to meow about sounds. most particularly, the differents in sounds a BOK hears and sounds a BIK hears.
BOKs hear human kids playing basketball and calling each other "kittycat female doggies" when they miss the free throws.

BIKs hear pictures talking about happy koalas up gum trees and which groomer has it and people boldly going where there are no people and two equally important parts of the criminal justice system and it's me or the dog (it's me, of course) and ghost ships of the black sea and supervolcanoes...that's from the talking box across the room. TV.

BOKs hear birdies-and they catch them and eat them, too. BOKs hear doggies, and STAYAWAY. BOKs hear flashing cars screaming and screaming and screaming. BOKs hear human kids say: you better run, ready or not, one two three green light, one two three red light, simon says, i didn't say simon says, that's mine, give it back, i'm telling mommy. BOKs hear cars schreeching when they stop real real fast...i know, it's weird that something can stop real fast, but they CAN! cars can stop real fast, but evidently it hurts cause they scream about it. BOKs hear bugs buzzing, and they catch them and eat them. BOKs hear mousies scurry, and they catch them and eat them, too.

BIKs hear kitty food kibble rattle, and they catch it and eat it. BIKs hear humans talk about cats and groceries and migraines and the flu and the thermostat. BIKs hear the computer talk like the TV sometimes, especially hulu. BIKs who go on hulutv.com get to watch how to fight invisible people with the help of the tok'ra and why you can't catch a nox and how there can be only one and what a katana is and why pretenders like ice cream so much. BIKs hear the bells on the other kitties that hang on their collars and hope they don't ever have to wear a collar or have bells hanging on their necks cause then how will they sneak up on mousies or bugs or kitty food kibble or humans or other kitties.

BOKs can hear the grass grow and the moon glow.

BIKs can hear the human's heartbeat and make the human glow.

i don't know if one is better than the other, or one is worser than the other. i just know that they is sure differents.

kaya tells me i is a BIK...and kaya knowses best

a BIK, in case youse did not know, is a Black Inside Kitten...oh, it's also a Black Inside KITTY. and since i am now a Black Inside Kitten, and i will furever and always be a Black Inside KITTY, i is now and furever a BIK. so i am going to paw some here about being a BIK...whatever i learns-and whatever kaya tells me-i will tell YOU.

firstest, you should know i was borned a BOK. that's a Black OUTSIDE Kitten. and i tells you, and i should knows, being a BIK is lots lots different than being a BOK. BOKs lives under houses and plays in potted plants. BIKs lives inside houses, and gets scolded when they plays in potted plants. see? lot lots of differents.

BOKs do what their momcat says most of the time. BIKs can spend times away from their momcat even when momcat is calling--and some BIKs leave their momcats to go be BIKs in other people's houses...my brother and sister did that...i misses them. so part of being a BIK is missing your brother and sister. my momcat lives in this inside the house too...but she doesn't come out of our room anymore 'cuz she tries to scare the other kitties that aren't me or she gets afraid and tries to get back to the outside by climbing the hangy things in front of the windows. kertins, which sounds almost like kittens, doesn't it? oh-kaya says to spell that curtains...and kaya knowses best.

that's another thing about being BIK. you has to learn to listen to kitties that isn't your momcat. here in this inside the house there is a churrah, and a rhymon, and there is of course a kaya. they doesn't hate me, but they do hissy at me and bop me on the head some. but then kaya will plays with me, too. and she tells me how things work. she is my mentor cat. i does not hate her. momcat hates her, but i doesn't...see what i mean? when i was a BOK i felt however momcat told me to feel about everything. she said somecat was a STAY AWAY...i stayed away. but everything changes in all kinds of ways when you go from being a BOK to being a BIK.

like it never gets bright bright bright when you're a BIK...unless someone points that black boxy thing at you, and it makes a noise and shoots lightning at you. and then the person shows you the black boxy thing...and there's a little BIK in there! there used to be little BOKs in there, but now there's only BIKs. that's another thing that changes when you become a BIK--the only kitties inside the black boxy thing are BIKs.

and it never gets real real cold or real real hot when you're a BIK, just like it doesn't get bright bright bright. and all the dirt and grass and bugs and mousies and birdies...they goes away. i misses the dirt and the grass and the bugs and the mousies and the birdies. i misses my brother and sister. but this is what it means to be a BIK.

i stalk kaya's tail now. paw some about the talking pictures that BIKs have tomorrow, maybe...