July 27th 2012 5:38 pm
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Well, I have eatened almost a whole can of Libby's 100% pure punkin. Mama saw I was gettin low on punkin, so she boughted a new can. Today I got less than a week's worth of little frozen punkin bits, so mama showed how much she loves me. She gotted out some parchymunt paper, some cookie bakin sheets, a knife thingie, and a tsp. What's a tsp? Oh, mama sez it is a teaspoon for measurin. Anyway, mama lined the cookie bakin sheets with parchymunt paper. Then she measured out 89 teaspoonfuls of punkin. She scoopered out each one from the teaspoon with the knife thingie. I think maybee, just maybee mama was gettin kinda tired of scoopin punkin outta the can, but she finished every little bit she could scrape out. Then she put both sheets in the freezin thingie. Mama sez when the punkins get good and cold she will take em out and store em in a baggie. We can even take some on vacashun cuz I am such a punkin head now, I will not even eat my tasty wild stuff until I get my mornin punkin ration. If mama does not get it for me, I just sit there by my dishy looking up at her all sad like. Then when she gets the punkin, I squeak so funny it makes daddy laugh. Then I eat my punkin real fast in case the Peekster decides she wants it. After that I can eat my tasty wild stuff all up. Yum; I LOVE punkin.
If it sez Libby's, Libby's, Libby's on the label, label, label... Anybuddy member that little jingle?
P.S. I do not. I am not old enuff.
July 21st 2012 10:44 am
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And now I am a poet too. OK, so it is a real short poem and not very good neether, but I tried.
Thanks, Catster, for makin me a DDP today, and thanks to my cool friends for the congratulashuns and prezunts too.
Our daddy was here last week. He comed back from Pinedale, Wyoming, and decidered to stay with us instead of goin all the way home and then comin right back a few days later. Daddy's big canvas trader's tent was wet from bein rained on, so as soon as daddy got here, he and mama started puttin the tent up to dry. Mostly daddy did all the hard work, but mama got the ropes and stuff and helped a teensy bit with the ridgepole, whatever that meens. The tent dried out real fast, and mama and daddy got it down and folded and put away before it rained that evenin.
On Tuesday Peekie and I had to stay all alone while mama and daddy tooked a day trip to work on mama's family history. They spended the day at the research center in Ft. Benton.
Wednesday was funner cuz mama and daddy were home all day. Daddy plays lotsa cool games with me and the Peekster. Mama and daddy tried pretty hard to get me and Peekie to play with our new batters, but we sniffied on em and then walked away.
Thursday mama and daddy leaved early in the mornin and went to Square Butte lookin for an old stone house where mama's great aunt and unkl used ta live. They talked to two peeples in the tiny town, and they did not even know bout the house. Daddy founded it in the middle of a buncha trees where some horsies were eatin. Mama and daddy were standing within 50 feets and could not even see it. Daddy was real brave and did somethin mama called bushwhackin with a big long stick in case of snakes. When daddy was goned a long time, mama knewed he had founded somethin. When daddy camed back, mama followed him through the trees and the thistles and rose bushes and tall grass. Mama sez it looks like a secrut house cuz it is so hidden. The back door was open, well, it was kinda broked too, so mama and daddy went inside. It was pretty terbl, but mama tooked some pictures to remember it cuz it was once a happy home. On one end there was an old, old, old store with what mama called a false front. It had two big windows on either side of the door, and it had funny bins and shelves and stuff all along the sides for keepin stuff to sell. The trees were so thick mama and daddy could not even walk round the house to see the nuther side.
All in all, mama sez it was worth drivin lotsa miles on a gravel road. It is kinda sad mama's pictures are not better, but they are her memories and all she has. Mama sez once upon a time she was not innerested in the peeples who camed before her, but now they and their history are priceless.
Yesterday mama went to the cemetery to water our grammie's flowers. Then she went to look at the map. See, mama has been tryin to find her great grandpa in the old part of the cemetery, but there is not no marker there. Just a few days ago mama founded a letter from 1943 that said where great grandpa's grave is. She thought maybee she could find it from the map, but the old part was not on the map. Mama was feelin dejected, and she was ready to leave when a man pulled up in a truck and asked if he could help. Mama told him she was lookin for her great grandpa. She membered the plot and section numbers. The nice man went into the office, and right away he founded a buncha little cards. Then he told mama to follow him. He took mama right to where great grandpa has been restin since 1907! Then the nice man told mama he had worked at the cemetery for 36 years, and he just found those little cards that say where everbuddy is in the old part. How neat is that? Mama has been lookin for great grandpa (our great-great grandpa) for a long, long time. Now mama wants a big, giant, humongous rock for a marker, and she will get a brass plaque to go on it. Jeepers, maybee mama and daddy will take us and our stroller to the cemetery, and we can go for a walk under the big green trees.
Speakin of goin for stroller rides, Peekie and I got a stroll while daddy was here. It was gettin pretty late, so it was coolin down. Daddy pushed us, and mama tried to keep up. Daddy is bout a foot taller than mama, and sumtimes he just goes too fast. The coolest part is we saw a real, live, WILD bunny! Next to the road! Eatin grass! Ooh, it was so cool. Mama started movin toward the bunny while we all watched. She got only bout three steps from the bunny before he got too skared and runned away. It was fun watchin him. He was tryin not to move a muscle so mama would not see him, but mama was starin at the bunny real hard and takin super slow steps. When we got home, Peekie and I were exhaustered and had to take a nap.
P.S. I think Peekie was talkin in her diary bout bein the cub reporter when we go on vacashun. She thinks she can use the puter and type reports while I am sleepin. I guess I will not get no naps at all. Little sneak...
July 15th 2012 10:47 am
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I hope nobuddy has been readin my baby sister's diary cuz she is a tattle-tail. The story bout me crashin into the anteek window hangin thingie is true, but it is all mama's fault. See, she closed the curtin thingie to keep the hot sun out. I just wanted to hop into the window and bake in the warm sunshines, but the curtin was in my way. I sorta forgotted what the window looks like cuz I could not see. When I crashed into the hangin thingie, it did not even hurt, nope, not a bit. I did get mama's attenshuns and got some cuddles and pets. Even bein a guy cat, cuddles and pets are always nice from your mama.
Well, our new toys comed, but mama is not very happy. Mama sez the new batters are REAL cute, but the Peekster and I are kinda lack-daisy-cal bout em. They smell kinda nippy, so we sniffied em and kinda licked on em, but mama catnot get us to play wild with em. She keeps tryin to get Peekie and me to grab on and bunny kick em, but we are not real innerested. Mama even went out and got some fresh nip and rubbed the leafs all over the batters. Then she took what was left and put it inside the tummy of anuther spotted mousie toy we have. I guess mama never noticed that mostly we need to get used to new things before we decide to like em. So the bunny and lion maybee need to just hang out for awhile. Then someday all of a sudden, Peekie or I will attack em and play.
I think the peeples at the Pet Paw-See love mama cuz anything we do not need gets donatered so the foster mamas got toys and beds and stuff for the kitties that don't got their forever homes. Who knows; maybee our batters will take a trip if we do not play with em.
July 14th 2012 12:36 pm
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Our toys are comin, our toys are comin! Mama did the tracksterin thingie on our new batters, and it sez they are here in town and "out for delivery." The Peekster and I catnot wait to get our new batters and beat em up! Peekie wants the bunny one bad, and she can have it. I wanna beat up the lion! ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...
July 6th 2012 1:13 pm
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Wow! America sure likes her birthday parties wild. Over the 4th of July we had lotsa ka-BOOMs! and lotsa "woo-woo-woo-woos" and lotsa "woodle-woodle-woodles. The woo-woos and woodle-woodles were from fire trucks racin to put out fires in our neighborhood.
It is real dry here for so early in the summer, and with Independence Day comin and peeples likin their bombs burstin in air so much, mama went to Ace Hardware and buyed 100 feets more garden hose. On Independence Day mama and daddy were stayin home and bein lazy, so mama decidered to test the new hose by waterin out back and out into the fire row grampster mows in the summertime. After dinner mama tooked off the sprinkler thingie and putted a nozzle on the hose and left it out back.
Mama and daddy were sittin on the deck mostly doin nuthin when they sawed the smoke from the first fire. It was a coupla miles away, so they did not get all eksitered. Just a few minutes later, we heard fire trucks, but they camed right past our house. Daddy said, "They're goin the wronged way!" Then mama said "I think we need to scan the neighborhood." When they walked around back, they could see the smokes from anuther grass fire, but this one looked lots closer. We all watched our neighbor walk up the hill to see how close the fire was while mama turned on the water and started wettin down the fire row and the back of her offis. The neighbor did not come runnin back down the hill, and the smoke diss-peared pretty quick after the woo-woo trucks got there. With that fire not bein skary anymore, mama and daddy decidered to play on the puter until it was time to climb up on the roof and watch all the fireyworks. Pretty soon daddy said "I hear more sirens." Sure nuff more woo-woo and woodle-woodle trucks were comin. They slowed down, and then they stopped right in front of our house! Mama heard a neighbor sayin to come up our driverway. Mama runned inside, down the hall, and opened the back door. Then she said bad words. She did not mean to, but when she opened the door, there was lotsa smoke and flames comin down the hill right at our house! Daddy ran to help the firemen drive past his truck and trailer and out into our field while mama scampered to turn on the water and start wettin stuff down again. There isn't no gate up to where the fire was, so the firemen cutted the fence. Then their little fire truck jerked and bucked and belched black smoke, but it made it up the steep little bank and onto an old road and drivered to where the fire was burnin. It did not take long to get the fire out, but then the horsies that eat grass on the hill did not have no fence to keep em safe, so grampster had to call the horsie guy. We were all happy to hear the horsies were spendin the night in a corral.
After all the eksitemunt, mama and daddy climbed the big ladder onto our roof and watched fireyworks. They were all around us, some close, and some so far away that their booms sounded like thunder. Some sounded like pop, pop, pop, but some went ka-BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. Peekie and I were kinda skared, but mama said we were safe and not to worry. Mama said it was just America celebratin her birthday with a big party.
Mama and daddy went to bed just before midnight. There was still lotsa boomin goin on. At 1:45 a.m. mama woke up to the smell of a grass fire. She looked out all the windows and both doors but could not see nuthin, so she went back to bed. At bout 2 a.m. mama woke up again hearin a siren. She watched the truck go by and up the hill, but he was not goin very fast, so she figgered it was just a hot spot in one of the earlier fires, and she went back to bed again. At bout 2:30 there were more sirens, but they sounded like they went up the river, so mama finally camed to bed for the last time. Mama and daddy kept hearin boomin until bout 3 a.m. when it finally got quiet with no more woo-woos or booms or pops.
America, Peekie and I think you are one wild party girl.
June 25th 2012 6:48 pm
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Ya maybee know from readin my diary lately that we beened havin trubl with bears round here, speshly grizzly bears. In just a few days a mama grizzly called a sow (yeah, just like piggies) killed or injured 70 sheeps on two diffrunt ranches and a Hutterite colony. She killed some sheeps, injured more, and a bunch got skared and runned each nuther over and died. It made mama so sad cuz the sheeps musta beened so skared, and the mama bear onliest eatened on two of the sheeps. The nuther ones died for nuthin; they were not even her dinner. The mama bear has a tiny little girl cub who onliest weighs 32 pounds, and that is pretty small.
Anyway, they catched both bears and had a meetin to decide what to do with the mama bear. They decidered to relocate her far, far away from where any sheeps live, but if she does anymore bad stuff, she will be outta chances. If that happens, they will take the baby bear and send her to an animal rehab center, but she will never get to live in the wild again. Mama told me and the Peekster the baby bear will be safe, but she was never meant to live in a cage in a zoo.
The skariest part is mama knows just where they trapped the mama bear and cub, and it is NOT up in the mountains. It is right out on the prairie near Collins, Montana, where mama and daddy go each spring to an antique show. Collins used ta be a real town, but now there is only an old deserted general store, the Collins Community Center, a coupla houses, and the old Collins school. Mama and daddy love the school, and they thought it would make a real cool house but not with grizzly bears in the back yard...
June 24th 2012 8:11 pm
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Hey, diary gal! Are you stucked on me or is it just cuz Catsterland is kinda deserted nowadays that I have had so many DDPs? Maybe there aren't no kitty kat writers around no more or at least not very many.
Anyway, thanks for the DDP today. Thanks to my friends who sent p-mail congratulashuns and even prezunts. :)
Peekie and I were home alone on Saturday. Mama got up before the sun, did all her stuff to get better lookin for daddy, tooked cares of me and the Peekster, and then she left! All day we waited for mama to come home, but the only person who comed to see us was grampster. He turned on the air condishunin before it got too hot inside, and he gave me and Peekie our supper. It was skary sleepin here without mama or daddy, but mama finally comed home this mornin.
Mama shoulda beened SO glad to see Peekie and I were OK. Instead she gave us kisses and pets like nothin happened. Then when she went into the kitchen and sawed the Paula Deen blueberry coffeecake thingie upside down on the kitchen floor, she started yellin. "Who did this?" Peekie runned away skared, and when I looked at mama, she was lookin straight at me. I said "I dunno..." and tried to look innersent, but it did not work. Mama told me I was real lucky that the thingie the coffeecake was in did not come open, or I woulda beened in LOTSA troubles. Ok, so I was hungry and needed a snack. Mama was not there, and I could not get the lid off the kitty chow can. What's a hungry guy cat to do?
I am happy to report mama did not stay mad for very long, I got a DDP again today, AND the Peekster and I do not have to sleep alone tonight. We are gonna snuggle with mama all night long.
Jeepers, didja hear that? No? That's cuz it was the sound of nuthin, which is pretty much what it sounds like round Catsterland lately. Not even the sound of a pin droppin. Where oh where has the magic goned?
June 18th 2012 2:12 pm
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Yay! Maybee, just maybee I will get to become a kitty writer after all. Mama likes to call me Gunnie Gunnarrson, cub reporter. She thinks it is funny, but who does the reportin when we are on vacashun? Me, that's who! Sometimes mama calls my baby sister Peekie Peekerson, cub reporter, but she does not write nearly as good as me.
Thanks, diary gal, for makin me a DDP again today. You seem to like me and our friend, Dusty, kinda lots. Are you stuck on us? ;) I guess I will just keep writerin and see what happens.
Thanks for the prezunts and congratulashuns from my friends.
June 17th 2012 9:31 pm
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Ummmm...I am not sure I like our new floor. Yesterday somethin skared me. Mama could tell cuz my tail was all poofy. Mama and daddy always laff at me cuz my furs are so sleek, but I can REALLY poof my tail when I get skared. Where was I? Oh, anyway, somethin skared me, and my tail got all poofy, and I started runnin. Mama heard a stranj noise like scratcherin. She looked over, and I was runnin on the new floor, but I was not movin! My leggies were goin like crazy, but I was not gettin anywhere. Finally, my claws got some tracshun, and I went shootin past mama and leaped into our birdy watchin window with my tail all poofed. Mama says I gotta practis runnin on the new floor. I think it is too slickery. Boo!
June 13th 2012 11:17 am
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Their habbbbb-i-tat, that is. See, once upon a time, grizzly bears lived out on the prairie (like where we live). Back bout a gazillion years ago when the Corps of Discovery (Lewis and Clark) comed through, they saw lotsa bears. They camped bout a mile from our house, and there were so many bears they had to move their camp out onto an island. I guess they wanted ta hear the splishy-splasherin if a bear was comin for dinner. They called the grizzly bears white bears or "yella" bears cuz in the firelight the tips of their fur looked silvery or yellow. The bears were everywhere cuz they eatened dead rotten buffaloes. There were lots of those cuz the buffaloes kept crossin the river, and every time some did not make it. Then the bears got more dinner!
Then peeples started movin west, and the bears went away to the mountains and started eaterin deers and elks instead of buffaloes. Even then peeples kept shootin the bears until the gov-munt decidered to protect em. Now they are doin so good they are gettin crowdered in the mountains, and they are startin to follow the streams back down onto the prairie. Peeples think it seems strange to see grizzly bears lopin across a wheat field, but that is what is happenin. The bears are comin east outta the mountains, and someday they may even stay all winter and make dens (that is a grizzly bear house) along the riverbanks. The only problem is there aren't no buffaloes no more for em to eat. That means they will eat what they find, and that is probly slow elk (cows), piggies, chickies, sheeps, and stuff like that. Actually, bears are kinda like piggies. They like to eat most anything, speshly birdseed and stuff likes apples right off the tree.
Grizzly bears have been seened as close as 25 miles from our house, so we think someday we will see one. When that happens, Peekie and I hope the bear does not think we are a snak and try to eat us up.
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