March 12th 2005 8:29 pm
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Hello fellow kitties! Come visit my blog and know more about me and my sister Boeboe. Simply bring your browser to this blog address: www.pussyloverules.blogspot.com
Leave me a comment or tag me up when you drop by and I'd be happy to share with you my personal adventures.
sincerely,
Pozzy
January 9th 2005 10:25 pm
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I'm Pozzy. I hear I was named after a famous tennis player( but whoever that is no one knows). My dada lovingly calls me Pat-si-yah in an irritating falsetto voice. It's ok. I tolerate her, because she means well. I used to be owned by K.C. and she had to give me away because of that evil landlord from hell. He doesn't allow pets. I was depressed for a few days in my new home, because everything was new and horror of horrors, there's another cat--BoeBoe.
She's something. A Russian Blue they say. pshhhh. Russian Blue my foot, she's a grey cat is what she is. With olive eyes, ok those are nice. She's capable of just sitting in one place for hours on end saying nothing, to me the kind of boredome that stuns the mind. I'm different. I like to walk around. Sure I sleep, but they know when I'm awake coz I can be everywhere. But not BoeBoe. One thing though, she get's to sleep right next to dada. I have to sleep separately, because dada said I like to fight with BoeBoe. But who can blame me? And plus she eats a lot! And they wonder why I attack her every single time she goes to her food bowl which is about 25 times a day--she's fat!!!! And I'm diligent in all my watches. I could be sleeping in the corner or on the bed, but once I hear or get an inkling that she's eating again, I don't waste time--I make a run for it and hiss at her.
Did i mention that in my spare time, I read and surf the net? This morning I decided to research my breed. Everything was going well in my view, like "Persian cats were considered precious cargo carried by dusty desert caravans as they wound their way westward from Persia and the exsistence of the breed was evident even thru hieroglyphic references as early as 1684 B.C, etc." until i got to the part of "Their long flowing coats require an indoor, protected environment with proper maintenance that also requires a daily run-through with a metal comb to eliminate the potential drawbacks like tangles and hairballs. An occasional bath, attempted only after a complete and thorough clipping of the nail tips, will keep the coat clean, healthy and beautiful." LIES!!!!!!!!! Nothing but a pack of lies!! I don't need to brushed, thank you. I do cough up a hairball or two now and then, but hey, they don't know that I so hate brushings. And my nails are FINE. Having said this, dada never leaves me alone. She even figured out how to brush me safely by taping the handle of a brush on one end of a footlong ruler so that when she brushes me, i can't reach out and scratch her. Doesn't she know i belong to the Persian-Himalayan Division of Persian cats and that means I'm beautiful no matter what mattes and all. But it's a losing battle. With my Dada, I can run, but i can't hide. *groan*
Ooops, I have to go. Time to run around the house and play with my toys. Catch you later pussy lovers*winks*
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