May 26th 2010 5:43 am
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Dear Mr Ted....I have never talked to you before, but my big brother Chessifer has and he gave me your name. What did you do to catster? Chessifer and Winnie said you were a very smart twofer, but I am having some doubts. Not only can we not find things. But you messed up my very pretty page that Mr Newman's mommy spent a lot of time fixing for me, and when she fixed it, you said this was going to be so it worked with the new changes. Now the part at the top that said my name and was all pretty has gone away *growling*.
Also on the community page my old page from my NC mommy shows a picture even though we dont use that page anymore except for my old life, but Winnie and Chessifer don't even get a picture.
Worst of all, it took me 24 hours just to be able to find my page!!!!!!!
Oh yeah and the carpeting background....YUCK and unnecessary.
We really feel like you are more interested now in making this a site for NEW people who want info on cats and are really making the community part and your purrs who have been here every day and made Catster what it is a second thought.
Mr. Ted, you made me sad messing up my pretty page. You need to say sorry Mrs Newman's mommy like mommy tells me when I pounce on Chessifer.
No Krinkle Ball Kisses for you...you need a time out!!!!
February 13th 2010 10:05 am
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I hope you are good. I miss you. I was going to write you this morning and tell you what a great forever home I have. I can't believe I have been here three months. Chessifer is so much fun to play with. And Winnie lets me eat her treaties. They are a good brothercat and sistercat to have. And my mommy tells me a million times she loves me and I sleep on her and she gets up in the middle of the night to get my krinkle ball when it gets losted under the dressers. And I have a great drawer I like to take naps in.
That was what I was GOING to tell you, but then mommy came home from her working out and picked me up and kissed me and put in my carrier. She made me go to the v-e-t. Just cause my eye was a acting funny. How not nice was THAT. And then when I got there it wasnt even my nice man vet. It was a lady who didn't say my name right, hmmmfffppp. She did tell mommy how good I was and how much she liked me (well duh) but still.
When I got home mommy putted drops in my eye. How mean is that? Chessifer and Winnie Bea gave me a bath to get the v-e-t stank off me and have been nice to me. So I still like them. But I think I need another mommy.
Can I come back to live with you and mommy Kaye and pops???
*krinkle ball kisses*
February 9th 2010 11:14 am
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Dear Pooh and Rascal,
I need your help. That bad Mr Nuk is saying horrible things to me and he THINKS you will defend him. I know better! Do you know what he did to me? I was being a nice kitten like you taughted me. Miz Rose said Mr Nuk was sad and needed lovies, so I gave him hugs and kisses. I didnt want him to be unloved. What did he do? He called me names and said Chessifer should make me fat so I couldnt give lovies *sniff sniff* I was just trying to be nice.
Then today, he listed Shiloh, my NC sistercat. No cat is nicer than Shiloh. And he said mean things about her too. I dont like that Mr Nuk anymore at all. *sniff sniff*
I am not big enough to take him down myself (he's a moosecat) but I thought of a song I can sing for him.
"You're a mean one, Mister Nuk
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mister Nuk,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Mister Nuk,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mister Nuk,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mister Nuk,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mister Nuk,
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the ... seasick crocodile!
You nauseate me, Mister Nuk,
With a nauseous super "naus",
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mister Nuk,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich, with arsenic sauce!
You're a foul one, Mister Nuk,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mister Nuk,
The three words that describe you are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, Stank, Stunk!"
You're a rotter, Mister Nuk,
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mister Nuk,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots! "
My Chessifer even said that it wasn't nice that Mr Nuk said I should get fat so I cant give lovies. I give GREAT lovies!!!!
*looks serious* Ok boys.............take him out!!!!!!
Krinkle ball kisses