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!
May 10th 2012 9:08 am
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Mama and I are kinda mad. I was not feelin so good the nuther day, so mama called Best Friends. Unkl Dr. Mike was not in the office that day, so we saw anuther dokter. She was real nice takin cares of me, but she called me fat! Mama was horrorfied cuz she does not think I am fat. Dr. Unkl Mike cakalated how much foodies the Peekster and I should get each day, and we are eatin even less.
Mama was concerned cuz I have gained bout a pound since we switched our foodies, but the lady said on a scale of 1-5, I am a 5! I onliest weigh 13 pounds, and I got a real long body and long leggies. When mama thinks of a 5, she thinks of those 30 pound kitties who can't hardly walk. When mama protested, the lady dokter said, "well, maybe a 4."
The lady dokter said I probably can't even clean my own booty good. HA!!!!!!!!!!! That was kinda the last straw. I run and jump on things and play with Peekie. I can leap more than 3 feets into the air, and I sure CAN clean my ownest booty REAL good.
Mama is concerned that I am gainin weights cuz the new food has more kalleries, and she is cuttin back on our foodies, but for cryin out loud; I AM NOT FAT!
May 5th 2012 1:15 pm
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Ya know, Peekie loves gettin brushed; me not so much. This mornin mama got out the brusher stuff, and I figured she was gonna spiff up the Peekster. Nope. Mama grabbed me and threw me up over her shoulder, and off we went to the beddyroom. Usually I don't let go of much of my sleek, seal-like furs. This time mama started brushin my furs backerwards, and it started comin out like crazee! I didn't like it very much, and I kept yowlerin and pushin on mama's arms with my back paws, but it didn't work very good. Mama brushed and brushed, and when she finished the brushy was just bout full of Gunnarr fur. I gotta admit I look great, but I hope mama forgets bout brushin me for awhile.
When mama finished with me, she brushed the Peekster. The little suck-up purred and squirmed with joy. Boy, I hate that! She makes me look so bad. I hafta say my sister is gorgeous. She is sweet lookin with giant green eyes and all fluffy and BIG. Course, she is not as big as me; I weigh more than 12 pounds, but the Peekster is over 11 pounds. She is not fat, just floofy.
Mama put the brushin stuff away and went out into the hall. She was workin on cleanerin the bathroom, so our water dishy was in the hall. Mama saw somethin spishus, and when she went to investergate, she found our little Skinneez skwirl dead. Mama tried to revive him, but the Peekster had tossed him into the water dishy, and he was drowndered dead.
Then mama did a miracle. She got out her hairdryer. She held the skwirl up by his tail in front of the hairdryer. Then later she held him by his head. In just a few minutes the skwirl was good as new. His tail was even poofier than before. He was not dead anymore; he was just like before Peekie drowndered him. After his terbl sperience, he is restin in our blueberry bed waitin for anuther adventure.
May 2nd 2012 12:21 pm
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Well, OK, the horsie is not dead, but her cart is pretty smashed up. Mama and daddy were real bizzy doin projects for a coupla days. Then it was time for the gun and anteek show, so daddy set up on Friday, and mama and daddy were goned most of the time until the show closed on Sunday afternoon.
Since the weather has beened warmer, and we do not hafta run the furnaces, mama decidered to leave the office door open so Peekie and I could nap on the daybed, the little Muppet-Gunnarr-Peekie chair, or in our stroller.
I was feelin kinda neglectered, so I decided to explore more in the office. Daddy put up a nice heavy floatin shelf over mama's saddles. On the shelf are some toy horsies, a toy mule, and some other nicky-nacky stuff. The most interestin toy horsie is a brown and white pinto mare, and she has a cart hitched to her. I didn't really mean to hurt anything, I was just checkin her out when BOOM!!!! She falled off the shelf with the cart still hitched to her.
Mama went into the office when she got home and sawed the empty spot on the shelf. Then she looked down and sawed the horsie and the cart. When she picked everythin up, the wheels on the cart falled apart, and the pickernick basket that was on the seat of the cart was missin. Mama crawled around until she found the little basket. It was not hurt, and the horsie was not hurt, but the cart, well, let's just say it will not be driverin anywhere very soon.
Mama was so mad she was gonna throw the cart in the garbages cuz every time she looked at it, she got mad at me. She thought if the brokened stuff was just goned she would get over it faster. Then daddy said he would really like to try to fix the little cart, so mama let him take it. Whew! I guess daddy saved my bacon this time. Mama sez that is the naughtiest thing I have ever doned. If I didn't really even mean it, think what I could do if I tried real hard.
April 25th 2012 11:06 am
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That is what they call Montana, the Last Best Place. It is also knowned as the Treasure State and Big Sky Country. Now our governor is in New York. He went there with a buncha big trucks with pitchers of stuff like mountain goats on em and nuther scenic pitchers of Montana. Governor Schweitzer spent part of Tuesday in Times Square handin out free stuff from Montana like beef and bison jerky and huckleberry jam while invitin New Yorkers to visit Montana. The governor also tooked some little stuffed mountain goats they call Billy Bowman. They are a symbol of Glacier National Park, which is in Montana. Governor Schweitzer is a kinda wild guy, and he likes lotsa tensions, kinda like a kitty. ;) Mama calls it "showboatin." He is gonna be on the David Letterman show this evenin. I think he gots an inside connecshun cuz David Letterman has a ranch near Choteau, Montana, and he and his family like to spend time there in the summer. So, mama will be watchin on TV tonight to see what happens.
April 23rd 2012 6:27 pm
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The nuther day mama went to a webbysite for a company called Silver Sage Creations. The nice lady makes beeeeeeeuuuuuuuuutiful beads. She used to come to our town for shows, but mama has not seened her in a coupla years. When mama saw the nice lady (Julie Karnos) had an Etsy shop, mama went there to look. She found a bead she could not live without and ordered it from Julie's Etsy shop. That was on Wednesday. On Friday the bead comed in the mail. Mama was real eksitered, so she opened the package. Inside was a little pink organza (what the heck is that?) bag. Inside that all wrapped up in bubbler wraps was the pretty bead. Mama looked at the bead. Then she wrapped it back up in the bubbler wraps and put it in the middler of the dinin room table. The next mornin mama found the little pink bag on the dinin room floor. She asked me and the Peekster who stole the pink bag. Geez, mama, why would a guy cat want a pink organza bag? Peekie never fessed up, and she is my sister, so I didn't rat her out, but the organza bag was Peekaboo pink. Nuff said.
This evenin mama gave me and Peekie a new potty. Later while she was checkin out our friend activity at Catster, she smelled somethin spishus. She checked the potty and found some nice stinky kitty poop that was not covered. When mama asked who did it, I said I refused to answer on the grounds that it just MIGHT tend to incrimmer-nate me. I did not say it wasn't me cuz that would be lyin, and I don't tell lies. There is nothin wrong with fudgin a bit, tho. After all, why do I need to cover my poop when the Peekster will do it for me?
April 10th 2012 12:00 pm
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Mama says I get to be the spokeskitty for our family. Over Eeekster weekend our daddy was here, and mama and daddy were bizzy shopsterin for lumbers and rebuildin the privacy wall on our deck. We did not get to come to Catster a single time for like five WHOLE DAYS! Durin that time, Missy, Peekie, and I got bout a gazillionn Eeekster eggies from our friends. Thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU to everykitty and family for the beeeeeeeuuuuuutiful Eeekster prezunts.
Who knows how much mama will let us scamper bout Catsterland from now on. See, mama has a list of projects like knockin the old storaj shed down, fixin the board fence, fixin the nuther fence, "flippin" the garden that is by the old storaj shed, changin the mulchy stuff on all the gardens, and more nuther stuff than I can even count cuz I onliest have so many toes, and I have used em all up.
So for now, Peekie and I are both happy and healthy. We are gettin our stroller rides whenever the weather is nice enuff, and there is lotsa action outside our birdie watchin window.
We hope everykitty (and pups too) had a great Eekster and thanks again for your kindernesses and gen-ros-itee. We appreciate it!
P.S. Peekie says to tell ya we got a new laser toy, and it is Peekaboo Pink! :)
March 21st 2012 3:23 pm
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Hey, I don't get the combinashun of orange and puce. Does the big cat think kitties like those colors? Maybee some kits do, but I do not think it looks good together.
Mama is not a big fan of how Catster keeps "not respondin" for awhile, and then all of a sudden if ya wait awhile, then it will go again. We guess it is just another Catsterland day in paradise. No, we do not wanna go there...
Peekie and I got pretty lonely last week while mama and daddy were doin what is known as "art week" here in Great Falls. There are four major art shows, an anteek show, anteek gun and collectibles show, anteek show at one of the anteek malls, all sorts of exhibits, and even a pow wow.
Mama sed she was doned buyin art, but I think she lied. She comed home with a cute little bronze horse dance stick. She kinda planned on gettin one of those.
Then later mama and daddy met an artist from Colorado. His name is Paul Dykman, and he is a real nice man. Mama loved his paintins; they are oils, and he paints horses and native Americans and cowboys. Mama liked one of his paintins, but she did not have enuff monies, so she walked away. For two whole days mama thought and thought bout the paintin. Finally she asked grampster for a loan, and grampster said yes.
A funny thing happened then. Mama had gone to Mr. Dykman's webbysite and saw another paintin she really liked, but she told daddy she did not wanna buy somethin she did not have right in front of her. Sides, the shipsterin and everything would make the paintin even more spensive. When mama and daddy walked into the room, mama's paintin that she had been lookin at was goned, sold. Mama told Mr.Dykman bout the nuther paintin but that she would need to see it. Then mama glanced around the room, and there was the nuther paintin she liked. So...we got our new paintin hangin in the dinin room. It is a mountain scene with three lodges along a creek with snow and piney trees and red willows. Everbuddy is happy; mama, daddy cuz mama is, Mr. Dykman cuz he stold the paintin, and me and the Peekster cuz mama is back home with us where she belongs. I do not think mama will be goin much of anywhere for awhile cuz she is broked. Hey, mama; it is free to play with me and the Peekster. :)
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