July 25th 2011 2:00 pm
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Mr. Spot has moved with Baby and her humom.
I miss him.
July 22nd 2011 11:15 am
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1. Meow! Are you a noisy kitty or a quiet kitty?
I'm pretty quiet except when I'm working. I like to talk while I carry Jen's dirty clothes upstairs.
2. Litterbox! Cover your business or let some other kitty cover?
Oh, NO!! Efurbody must share in the experience but I do pat around to get the litter of my paws.
3. Happy! Favorite Daily Routine?
Going outside. Getting luffings from Jen.
4. Hiss! Least Favorite Routine?
Not fond of the nail clipping.
5. Ding-Dong! What do you think about visitors to your house?
Oh, I like to see whose here. If I'm awake.
6. Friends! Do you like other animals?
Yeah, I like my sisfurs. Dogs nefur bothered me and I've even taken to rubbing up on lil Bear--it FREAKS him out. MOL
I'm not going to tag anyfur but all who read this are welcome to play.
July 7th 2011 3:16 pm
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I been around this place fur a while now. I've seen my sisfurs being put into cages and going away, then coming home--ANGRY!!!
Well, today it was ME! I was the one put into a cage and taken away. NOW I KNOW WHY THEY COME HOME MAD!!!
There I was lazing on my chair not bothering anyone. Suddenly Jen picks me up and puts me in a cage. WHAT'S THIS? WHAT IS GOING ON? Are you sure you got the right one? I don't go in a cage? I was so shocked and confused I didn't efun fight. Next thing she puts me in the truck and we're off. "Jen, are you sure this is right?" I meowed. Jen answered "Yep, it's your turn Big Boy." So, I sat quietly and went along fur the ride. After driving fur furever (seemed like it to me), we finally stop and she takes me out of the truck. I'm still in a cage but at least we're not driving anymore.
She puts me on a table and opens the door to my cage. "UH UH, I'm not getting out. I'm fine right here. THIS PLACE STINKS!!!" Jen gets me out of the cage. It's ok. The guy is talking to Jen and I'm just looking around the room (looking fur a place to hide). The guy leaves and then comes back with a lady. Well, you all know the drill. I was violated and felt up, all ofur. Then they leave. I'm thinking "ok, not bad. I can handle this". Then I was taken to the BACK ROOM! THIS IS NOT GOOD, I'm thinking. I'll admit it--I cried fur Jen to save me. (from Jen--I cried too.) They took some blood and got some pee out of me. We get the results tomorrow.
The vet says I'm ofurweight (Jen knows this and I have lost a little belly flab). I look good (Jen knows this too--I am a han'some Mr. Man).
You see, somecat is not always peeing in the litter box. Jen don't know whose responsible. She started with me cuz I hadn't been to the vet the longest and cuz I'm a boy. Shhhhhhh, don't tell Baby but she goes in 2 weeks when Jen gets paid again.
Jen's purty sure it's a "stress" thing but wants to make sure we are all healthy. Plus we are all ofurdue fur our vet visits.
After all that we finally came home. I have since furgiven Jen, or at least pretended to furgive her. She does have thumbs and I want to go outside.
THE BIG BOY
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