The Charmin Diaries

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New game! It's called Wrapping Presents!

December 22nd 2012 3:22 pm
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This is the best game ever! Mom went to the basement and brought up the game pieces. Big rolls of paper and spools of ribbon, and tape and some boxes, and some little cards. She wasn't very clear on the rules, but this is how I think they go:

Mom goes into another room and gets something (usually boring, like a shirt or a pair of gloves) and puts it in a box with some tissue. That's the first part of the game -- jumping on the tissue. It makes a wonderful crinkling sound. At that point, Mom puts you on the floor.

Second part: Mom takes one of the paper rolls, rolls it out and puts the box on the paper, and then rolls the paper around the box. You have two options here. You can jump on the box, timing it just right so that Mom rolls the paper over you, in which case she laughs and puts you on the floor again, or you can grab for the paper roll and rake your claws through it, tearing long rips just as Mom rolls it over the box. If you do the first, you get put on the floor again. If you do the second, you get put in another room, and you're out. G'bye, Bear.

The third part is a trick. Be careful. Mom folds up the paper around the box and fixes it in place with tape. I grabbed for the tape and ended up with a piece of it stuck to my paw. I rolled all over the dining room table trying to shake it off or bite it off, while Mom laughed and laughed. Don't fall for that.

Part four is the best. Mom selects a spool of ribbon and unfurls a long piece, wrapping it around the box. Whoo-hoo! Ribbon! She's trying to tie a knot and I'm chewing on the ribbon. She cuts me a length and throws it to me to play with, but I'm having none of that. That ribbon is inanimate. The real stuff is in her hands. She starts folding it up in little circles and I'm grabbing and pawing and purring and having a GREAT time. She tries doing it over her head, and I stand up on my hind feet, put my paws on her chest and swipe at it. I'm winning this part big time!

Or not. Suddenly I'm on the other side of the door with Bear. This is a really dumb game.

After a long time, the door opened. The paper and ribbons and tape and little cards were all gone. What the heck? We looked around and suddenly Bear gave me a *mrowr* signal. A whole bunch of boxes were in the living room, under the tree.

Bear looked at me, and I looked at him.

Let the game, Part 5, begin!

 

Thank you, Diary Chick

November 30th 2012 6:35 am
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I'm so excited! I will be Queen of the House and I will get lots of cuddles. Not that I don't deserve that treatment every day.

Actually, come to think of it, I do sort of get that treatment every day.

 

Ow! That hurt!

November 28th 2012 8:13 pm
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I was scheduled to go to the vet for a toofy cleaning on Oct. 30, so I asked for some divine intervention, I got a hurricane, which was really more than I wanted.

And anyway, it only delayed things for a month. I knew something was up when Mom picked up all the food and water dishes last night. This morning she popped me into the carrier and carried me out into the cold morning air. Oh, nooooooo!!!

I was there ALL DAY!!! Daddy came to get me in the evening, and even though I was very cross, I was glad to see him. That nasty vet stole one of my toofs. He also told Dad that I was missing several toofs in the bottom front (a likely story -- I'll bet he stole them, too). On the other hand, I have an extra P4 toof. Nice to have a spare, I guess. Wonder why he didn't just swap it in for the one he took out?

He also told Dad not to feed me until tomorrow morning. But when Mom got home, she gave me some baby food anyway, because I mewed so piteously.

It's not fair, because Bear got a pass on the dental work. He says I need to floss more.

 

Angel mouse!

August 11th 2012 1:23 pm
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Guess what!?! We had an angel mouse in our house yesterday! Mom came up the stairs and saw me watching it in the hallway. She thought it was one of my stuffed toys until she got closer, and saw that it was a little furry creature! It was sort of chattering at us.

She made one of those funny distress-signal sounds that humans make when they're startled, and said "Vicki, get away from that! It's a bat!" Bat? Listen, we were nowhere close to a ballpark, and I know a rodent when I see one. And this one had WINGS! Yessir, an angel mouse for sure!

You would think she'd make it welcome, but she dropped a towel on it, wrapped it up and hustled it out to the woods.

She and Dad said they think it maybe came in when the 'lectrician left the basement door open last week while doing some work, but they can't figure out how it got upstairs from the basement. I think angels can go wherever they want.

 

What's with the cat food?

July 15th 2012 3:44 pm
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I've been having some diarrhea episodes, which usually means I've eaten something I shouldn't have. Generally, that's fish. My tummy can't tolerate it. But Mom has been feeding me the usual stuff, so she was mystified.

But then she picked up some cans from the pantry and looked. FISH! Varieties that used to have no fish now have fish! What's going on here?

She suspects that with corn and soybeans having become so expensive, the usual meats like chicken and beef have become costlier (they certainly have in the supermarket). So maybe the pet food makers are looking for cheaper sources of protein.

This week she checked the labels of everything she normally buys for us at PetSmart and ended up with only four canned foods that have no fish, are affordable, and we'll eat. Only one of those is also grain- and gluten-free, so she went online to see what else she could find.

She ordered Nature's Variety beef, chicken and lamb formulas. Grain- and fish-free. With free shipping, it's competitive with the newly limited selection she can get at Petsmart, but it ain't cheap by any means. Anybody have any experience with it? Will I like it?

 

My brofur is picking on me

August 4th 2011 8:18 am
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My brother Bear keeps biting me on the back of the neck. He doesn't hurt me (when he lets go, he licks me), but it's annoying. I have to go under the baker's rack, where he can't get at me.

Mom says he acts like he wants to make kittens, but we've both been to the vet for the "it" operation. What's up with this? If he doesn't cut it out, I will be forced to do something less than ladylike and smack him a good one.

 

Lovebug tag

July 24th 2011 9:46 am
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1. Meow! Are you a noisy kitty or a quiet kitty?
I meow a lot, but I have a tiny, high-pitched voice, so I'm not really very noisy.

2. Litterbox! Cover your business or let some other kitty cover?
Depends. Sometimes I let Bear do it for me.

3. Happy! Favorite Daily Routine?
Snuggling in Daddy's arms with my nose hidden in the crook of his elbow.

4. Hiss! Least Favorite Routine?
Taking medicine. I can squirm out of any hold Mom tries to put on me.

5. Ding-Dong! What do you think about visitors to your house?
Nooooooo!!!! I run upstairs and hide in the bedroom closet.

6. Friends! Do you like other animals?
I love my sibs, Sev especially, and the two-legged animals who take care of me.

 

Happy birthday to me!

April 15th 2011 7:38 am
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It's a good thing the Wii Fit remembered my birthday, because Mom forgot. How can she forget a birthday on Tax Day?

She says we will have a party tonight with roast chicken (my favorite!). And because I am now 2 years old, I get TWICE as much as my fursibs.

 

Ode to my feather wand

October 9th 2010 1:45 pm
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Mom opened up the closet,
And whatever did she see?
My favorite feather wand toy
I take everywhere with me.

At night Mom hears the clicking
Of its stick upon the stair
As I drag it up behind me,
'Cause I take it everywhere.

I hide it in the bathroom,
Or underneath the bed,
And sometimes Mom awakes at night
To find it on her head.

I like to chase and leap for it
For hours without end
And when Mom tires of playing,
It's still my special friend.

I like to lick its feathers
To keep them nice and clean,
And every time I lose my toy
I put on quite a scene.

I rush around from room to room,
And search in every space.
No other toy can comfort me,
And none can take its place.

Mom says it's getting shabby
And it soon will fall apart.
Oh, I hope that never happens!
It would break my little heart.

 

My glamour shots are up

August 12th 2010 8:42 pm
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Whoo! The photographer guy had to work pretty hard to keep me on the velvet-covered table. I kept jumping off and Mom kept catching me and putting me back. But he got some pretty good pictures anyway. Brother Bear was more cooperative. The photog promised at least eight good pictures and barely made it with me, but he sent back oodles of pictures of Bear.

I do like the color of the backdrop. Works well with my eyes, don't you think?

 
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