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.
June 11th 2012 8:25 pm
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Jeepers, it seems like the bears are comin outta the woods round here! Daddy sawed the grizzly bear 25 miles from here, and now there is a little lost black bear runnin round Great Falls. Peeples seed him in town. The wildlife peeples chased him to the river. Silly peeples; they thought he left town. In the middler of the night some more peeples sawed him right in the middle of the big RV park in town. Poor little lost bear; peeples were chaserin him all over the place. Now they say they sawed him the last time south of town. That is where we live. Hmmmmmm... Maybee he will come to our house. It is not far from where he was last seened. Do ya spose he likes to play?
P.S. Thanks, diary gal, for pickin me as a DDP today. I am glad I wrote bout somethin kinda interestin the last time.
June 9th 2012 6:20 pm
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Our daddy was here Wednesday and Thursday. Early Friday mornin daddy left for Nevada City to do livin history. This weekend they are doin the hangin of George Ives. George was a bad guy, and the vigilantes hunged him for bein bad. Daddy doesn't play George, but he does play a bad guy who gets banished. First all the bad guys get arrested, and then they have a trial and hang George!
Anyway, daddy always calls when he gets where he is goin so we know he is OK. He told mama he was driverin down the interstate between Ulm and Cascade, Montana, and he seed a grizzly bear runnin alongside the road! There is a deer fence so the deers catnot get on the road and get hit by cars and trucks and stuff, so Mr. Bear (or maybee Mrs. Bear; we do not know) could not get onto the interstate. Daddy said he was runnin and hit the fence, but he bounced off, and then he runned the nuther way away from the road. Daddy sed if there was not a fence there, the bear woulda beened right in the little town of Cascade. Daddy called 911 and reported seein the bear. Bout five minutes later the lady dispatcher called again and asked daddy more questions. She said they had been "lookin for the bear." That did not sound good to mama and daddy. Ev-dently the bear doned somethin peeples think is bad ike gettin in the garbages or eaterin sumbuddy's pet. Mama is hopesterin they will catch the bear and take him far away from peeples where he will be safer. Oh, and daddy tried to take a picture of the bear, but he said it looked like a speck in the pitcher cuz he onliest had the little camera. Then the camera died, and it will not work even after daddy putted new batteries in. Boo!!!
Things here at home are not nearly as eksitin. Mama has beened workin in the yard still, planterin flowers and pullerin weeds. There is this funny thing she does too. She waters the grass outside to make it grow, but then she cuts it all off. What's up with that?
June 2nd 2012 11:42 am
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Yeppers, I am a punkin eater. The Tasty Wild Stuff the Peekster and I are eaterin has zactly half the fiber our old puss chow had, so mama decidered we should eat a little bit of punkin for the extra fiber.
Mama found some Libby's 100% pure punkin at Wallermart. When she comed home, mama gave me and the Peekster each one teaspoon of punkin. I sniffed the punkin and looked at mama. "What's this stuff?" The Peekster took one sniff and runned away. I decidered to give the punkin anuther chance. I sniffed again. Then I licked it a little. Then I looked at mama. "Hey, this stuff is kinda tasty!" So...I ate my punkin, and then I cleaned up Peekie's dishy too. Mama sed it was a good thing she onliest gave us a teensy bit!
The next day mama took the Peekster and her punkin to the bathroom. Then she shut the door and left the Peekster with her punkin. Peekie was pretty hungry cuz we had not had breakerfast, but the Peekster would not eat her punkin. Guess who ate Peekie's punkin? ;)
Now mama has pretty much givened up on the Peekster ever eatin her punkin, but I get two teaspoons in the mornin. So far, I am doin good with my extra fiber.
Mama just has to figure out how to keep the whole can of punkin good until I can eat it all by myself. She is thinkin of freezerin it in little baggies that she can thaw out. If anybuddy has a good idea bout how to keep the punkin good until I can eat a whole can, feel free to chime in. :)
May 27th 2012 2:41 pm
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Mama sez I can say sucky, but some of the nuther things I am thinkin bout our Memorial Day weekend I onliest get to think, cuz I catnot say the words. It is cold and windy, and it snowed on us last night. All the plants and trees thought it was summer, but now we do not know if they will be OK. Mama got all wet tryin to shake the snows off the chokercherry bush in grampster's yard this mornin. Daddy is in Jackson, Wyoming, for rendezvous, and it is warmer than here! We are stucked inside with our new flowers that mama catnot plant. No grillin on the deck or stroller rides for us this weekend.
On a happier note, mama ordered some new flowers. They are fancy coneflowers. Mama likes the coneflowers cuz they start bloomin late when all the lilies and roses are tired, they have big spikey seed heads for the birdies to eat in the fall, and they make little baby coneflower plants if ya just leave the old flowers on in the fall times. Mama hopes the weathers will be just perfect when the new flowers come; not too cold and not too hot, cuz they do not like that at all!
Our printer has not been workin for awhile now, but mama was too bizzy with nuther things to get it fixed. Last night mama decidered to do one last thing, reboot our wireless router thingie. She did that and then turned on our puter. Guess what? Somehow the printer was fixed, and now it will print. Yay! Now we saved some monies. Hmmmmmm... Maybe the Peekster and I can have a bigger allowance now.
The besterest part of this weekend is my DDP. Yeppers, I am a daily diary pick today, and I am pretty sure it is cuz of my eksepshunal kitty kat writin abilities.
We hope everbuddy is havin a nice weekend with better weathers than us. Peekie and I are rememberin all those who sacrificed so we can be free Americats.
May 25th 2012 9:35 pm
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The Peekster is braggin bout bein a growlerin princessy cat. Mama does not know I taught the Peekster everything she knows!
First I taught Peeka-Weeka that growlerin will keep bad things away from ya, even monsters in the night.
Then I taught her how to play a tune on the heater ventin thingie in the floor. If ya practis, ya can make some pretty good tunes on it.
I taught her how to open the shower doors. After ya get the doors open, ya can hop in and play in the tub.
I taught her how to wrestle. Ok, yeah; she wrestled with Charlie Choo-Choo and Dozer, her first bruthers, but I am pretty sure I am lots better at wrestlin than them. Now Peekie is a champion contender.
I taught my baby sister lotsa nuther things, but I can't even remember em all right now. I think she is real lucky to have me for a big brother. OK, I guess maybee I am lucky too. She is kinda nice to wrestle and snuggle with.
May 17th 2012 10:59 am
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Hey, a coupla days ago while daddy was still here, the floor guy comed. His name is Billy, and mama members it by assoshiatin him with Billy the Kid. Silly mama. Anyway, when the cabler TV guy comed the nuther day, somethin didn't seem right bout him, so both Peekie and I stayed under Mr. Big Bed until he left. Billy was kinda cool. He said he is not a "cat guy," but I thought he was neat. I comed out into the kitchen and rubbed on his leggies. Then while he was ritin on some paper, it was hangin off the edge, and I stood up on my hind leggies, tapped the piece a paper, and meowered at him. I was askin if I could help with the measurin and stuff, but I don't think mama, daddy, or Billy can understand meowerin very good. Then Billy got out this really cool toy. He called it some kinda measurin thingie, but it was long and skinny, and it kept goin in and outta this nuther thing. I guess it was kinda like a lizard tongue, but it had numbers. Billy kept makin the lizard tongue toy thingie longer and shorterer. Then he would read the numbers and rite on the paper. Pretty soon we got a game goin where when the lizard tongue thingie comed out, I would sit and bat at it with my paw. Billy would let me have a few swipes, and then he would do the measurin and rite on the paper again. Billy was smilin and talkin the whole time with mama and daddy, so I am pretty sure he was happy cuz he was gettin so much helps from me.
The bad news...Peekie and I will probly hafta spend the day in the campster listenin to the radio and enjoyin the air condishunin while Billy makes our new floor. Boo! I wanna help Billy! Maybe if I keep askin, mama will get tired of sayin no and let me help
May 17th 2012 9:26 am
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Mama checkered my weights the last two times I was at Best Friends. When I got my rabbit shotter; oh, mama sez that is "rabies" shotter, I weighed 12.62 pounds. When the nuther dokter told mama I am fat, I weighed 13.06 pounds. Maybee mama and I are not smart enuff to be kitty dokters, but we think that lady should check her figurin cuz she sed I gained a whole pound. Ummmmmmm, we do not think 0.44 is a pound. From now on, I am onliest seein Unkl Dr. Mike unless it is a terbl mergency!
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