February 22nd 2012 6:24 pm
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Or maybee the title should say "Curiosity and Gunnarr T."
See, mama ordered somethin from Amazon, but it was not right, and she needs to senden it back. Mama went outside today and foundened a box in the storaj shed. She printed out some label thingies. Then mama put the stuff in the box with some papers. She tried to peel off some old labeler stuff, but it did not wanna come off, so mama had sizzors, tapes, papers, and all kinda stuff on the dinin room table. Mama was hard at work tryin to pack the box and tape it shut, but then the evenin newsies came on, so she left all the stuff on the table and went in to watch the newsies on TV.
Mama was findin out what happened today in our town when Peekie and I ran into the entryway by the front door. I was actin kinda strange mama thought, so she stopped watchin the TV and started watchin me. This is usually not a good thing when I attract too much of mama's attenshuns. I looked like I was watchin somethin on the floor by the front door, so mama came over to make sure it was not a bitin bug cuz we had one of those already in the office today.
What did mama find? Well...she found me desperately tryin to get a big piece of tapes and sticky stickery stuff off my whiskers! I am real proud of my whiskers, and I did not like the way it felt to have somethin attached to my cool whiskers. Mama grabbed me so I couldn't run off and carefully got the tape and stickery sticker stuff off. Boy, that was close!
As soon as the tape was goned, off I scampered to look for trubl somewhere else. Easy come, easy go.
February 11th 2012 10:32 am
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Yesterday we all spent a long time in mama's office. I was napsterin in the stroller for hours. Peekie kept runnin back and forth. She kept comin to the door and shovin it open part way, but then she would run away when mama invitered her in. Later Peekie camed in and went back out a buncha times.
Finally, mama was doned with all her stuffs. She shut down our puter. Then she wheeled me in the stroller over to our "landin pad," which is the chair mat at mama's desk. That is where we keep the stroller when we are not userin it. Mama told me we were leavin the office, and I jumped out. Mama turned down the heats, turned off the lights, and we went out and shuttened the door tight.
Mama fixed some dinner, and she was readin the newsypaper and lookin at the mail when I started meowerin. Mama ignored me. I meowered louder. Mama ignored me. Finally I went into full yeowlerin. Mama told me to be quiet, but I yeowlered even louder.
Finally mama got up and camed into the hall. She picked me up and cuddled me and and asked what was wrong. I looked up at her with big yellow eyes, tryin to tell her what was wrong. Then all of a sudden, mama started lookin round for the Peekster. Mama asked me "where is your sister?" I stared at her even harder with my big yellow eyes. "That is what I've been tryin to tell ya, mama, but sometimes you are not the sharpest knife in the drawer."
Mama finally understanded what I was tryin to tell her. She opened the door, and there was Peekie. When the door got opened enuff, the Peekster came flyin out.
Soooo, with much determinasuns I was able to save my baby sister from bein locked in mama's office for who knows how long with no food, water, or potty. Yeooooowwwwwwwwwwl! Case closed.
February 8th 2012 6:26 pm
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I forgot to write about what a brave mancat I was at my wellness examinashun with Dr. Unkl Mike. Last Friday mama and daddy and the Peekster and I jumped in mama's truck, Sapphire, and drived to Unkl Mike's animal hospital. Peekie got a quick check, but it was really my appointmunt. Dr. Unkl checked my eyes. He sed I still have my cat-rack in my left eye, but it is the same as when I was just a kitten, and I can see great. Just ask the kitty toys around our house; I never miss.
Mama was real sprised when Unkl asked how I knocked out a tooth and bendened another one all wonky. They are just teensy tooths right in front, and mama was clueless that I was even missin any tooth. The onliest thing mama could figure was maybee I smacked into somethin doing my high jumps. After all, I tried to take the coffee table out twice in one week with my wildyness. I am glad it was not one of my beeeeeutiful fangs, but I think mama would have noticed that.
I got my rabies shotter, and I did not even flinch or yowl. I get my shot to pertect myself but also to pertect the Peekster. Becuz of her disease, she catnot have a rabies shot or any other shotters neether. Unkl writes a paper for mama to carry with us when we travel sayin why Peekie catnot have a rabies shot cuz it is the law in Montana. Mama sez Peekie has somethin called an "exempshun." Girls...They always gotta be diffrunt
February 8th 2012 10:50 am
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Mama's office is a mess, and Peekie and I did not do it. Mama wanted to make a Valentine's Day card for our daddy, but she sorta did not want to do it. Peekie and I think she worried that it would not turn out good enuff for our daddy cuz it has to be REAL good. Finally mama decided to try makin the card, but she kept changin her mind bout what it would look like. Mama spendened an hour lookin for a speshl stamp. Then later she found it right on the table with a buncha nuther stamps. The first card she stamped did not turn out right cuz the ink pad was too dry. Mama put more inks on it. Oops; I guess I should not tell ya xactly what the card looks like cuz daddy likes to read my diary on Catster. Anyway, mama finally finished the card. She is not sure it is good enuff, but the Peekster and I know daddy will like it just cuz mama made it speshl for him.
Mama decidered to make anuther card that was totally diffrunt. She was stampin and colorin and runnin for water and washin the paint thingie. Mama finally finished the second card and put it inside a giant book to finish dryin and get squished. This mornin mama got out the card, and it dried perfect. It is nice and flat. Does mama know to let well enough alone? Nope. She is gonna try to put some glittery stuff on it. Peekie and I are afraid if it does not work we might learn new words that mama will not want us to say.
Anyway, it is almost noon, and mama's big stampsterin table is still all messy with markers, paint brushies, stamps, embossin powder, books, and all sorts of nuther things. They are not even neat.
Mama shoulda been finishin up that last card and cleanin and puttin stuff away and neaterin stuff in nice stacks. Was she doin it? Nope; she was watchin a Paper Wishes webisode (what the heck is that?). Then she ordered more stampsterin stuff, somethin called templates. Hmmmmm...That sounds messy. I sure hope mama does some cleanerin before daddy comes back to spend Valentine's Day with us.
February 7th 2012 10:41 am
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Wow! Thanks, Catster diary person (or machine). We were pretty sprised to find out I am a DDP today. Poor daddy; now more kitties will read bout daddy tryin to driller his finger along with the plastic step on our hotrod stroller.
We beened kinda bizzy this mornin sendin pictures to enter the Cat and Dog Plaza group Valentine's Day photo contest. It you do not belong, it is a real fun group with lotsa nice kitties and pups, and they got a bunch of contests and games you can play and even a travelin story where kits and pups get to write part of the story.
Now that we got our Valentine's Day pictures takened, mama and daddy are thinkin bout Mardi Gras and a course, St. Patrick's Day. We still got Missy Mups' little green hat, green arm garter, and a teensy glass for green beer. No, mama and daddy do not let me drink beer no matter what color. I am only twos, and I do not think I would like it anyway.
Mama's sekrut to takin Missy's picture was usin lime jello in the teensy beer mug. That way if it gets tippered over, nothin spills.
I guess I just gotta accept that I am gonna be the star model of our family from now on. The Peekster is a real wet blankie durin our photo shoots. I guess it is worth it; I get extra treets for bein a good boy
February 6th 2012 1:40 pm
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Hey, everbuddy! With Angel Rocky Ann's help, our little blue hotrod is street legal. Mama ordered Montana license plates with mine and the Peekster's name. They are good metal ones, and my plate is on the side of the stroller that has a tiger patch. That stands for me. Peekie's plate is on the side of the stroller that gots a little pink sequinned kitty girl with a bow on her, uhhhhh...tail.
We have to fold our stroller up a lot when we are travelerin with mama and daddy, so mama and daddy had to think real hard bout how and where to put the license plates. They hafta come off when the stroller gets squished for travelerin in our campster trailer.
Mama was kinda nervus, but daddy said he could driller holes in the front step. Mama decidered they should have somethin called S-hooks to go through the holes daddy drillered, and then the license plates could hang right on the hooks. Mama said if one falled off, they are metal, so she and daddy should notice.
There was lotsa drama; mama and daddy had to go shopsterin for the S-hooks, and daddy sperimented to see if he was goin through the plastic step by puttin his finger right in the way when the driller broke through the plastic. Finally our plates were on, and now we are street legal.
Yesterday even though it is the middler of winter here, mama and daddy decidered to try out the stroller with our new license plates. Peekie and I both got our coats on. Then mama and daddy put us in the stroller, and away we went down the driverway and onto the road. Peekie was kinda skared, and she went under the blankie mama put in so we could not get cold. I took my rightful place in the driver's seat lookin straight ahead and noticin every single thing we passed. I looked and listened and smelled. It was SO fun; mama said I looked real happy. I was not really reddy to come home, but mama was worried Peekie and I would get too cold cuz we do not go outside in the wintertime.
Mama tooked some pictures of our new plates on our totally radical, cool hotrod stroller. There are new pictures on my page. Peekie and I are ackshly in the stroller even though you catnot tell.
February 2nd 2012 5:34 pm
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Hey, everbuddy. I just wanna tell you bout my beautiful Valentine for 2012. Her name is Monida! You mostly all know her. She is sweet, smart, and pretty! I asked her today to be my Valentine, and she said yes, so I am jumpsterin for joy.
My daddy is comin tomorrow, and I am gonna ask him if it is OK to give whisker kisses for Valentine's Day. Ooh, I am excitered to have a Valentine for this year.
February 2nd 2012 9:20 am
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This mornin mama was on the puter, and Peekie and I came into the office to help. Mama was real bizzy readin and typsterin when she heard "bumpa, bumpa, bumpa." That is the sound the closet doors make when sumbuddy is tryin to get into the closet. When grampster hanged the closet doors, he decidered they did not need a bottom track. Missy Mups knew how to pull the outside door open at the bottom and go inside the closet. It took me bout one minute to figger it out, and even the Peekster can pull the door out and go inside the closet.
When mama heard the bumpin sound, she hollered, and Peekie went flyin away from the closet, pulled the office door open, and went out into the hall. Then mama heard the same kinda sound, but it was not so loud. She looked around for me, and I was not there. Then she heard the sound again.
Yeppers, you guessed it. I was inside the closet with the GIANT bag of tasty wild stuff. Peekie and I are almost eatin only tasty wild stuff now, so mama bought a 15 pound bag and put it in the closet. I decidered since the nuther kitty foods are mixed and in a bowl in the kitchen with a snappy-on lid, I would just get in the closet, gnaw a hole in the bag of tasty wild stuff, and get my own snack.
Mama let me outta the closet; I am not sure I coulda got out on my ownest. Then she yelled at me real loud and clapped her hands and told me I was bad. No, mama; not bad, just hungry for some yummy tasty wild stuff. My punishmunts was to have to leave the room for five whole minutes, but now I am back. I am pertendin to be good until mama forgets bout the tasty wild stuff in the closet again. Then I will make anuther try at gettin my ownest snack.
January 27th 2012 12:18 pm
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Mama sez I am a naughty dreamyboat. Yesterday grampster and mama's cousin installed our new clothesy dryer, but I did not get to help. The Peekster and I spent all afternoon in the beddyroom. It was OK; we had our food and water and potty and toys, but I wanted to help do "guy stuff." I howled and howled, but nobuddy would let me out.
This mornin mama called daddy to wish him a happy birthday. Her cell phone started beepin, so she got the cord and plugged it in where the washerin machine and dryer are. While mama was talkin, I leaped up onto the washerin machine. Quick as a flash I had my front paws over the back of the washerin machine and my back paws right on the top. I started to leap down behind the washerin machine.
Mama did the onliest thing she could do to stop me. She grabbed my tail! She called it a handle. Mama grabbed my tail right where it hooks onto my behinder and pulled me backward away from the edge. Meanwhile she was screamerin into the phone, "NO GUNNIE!" Poor daddy did not know what to think.
As soon as I slid back from the edge, mama reached out and scruffed me. She tried to put me back down on the floor, but I am long, and my back paws were gettin tanglered in the cell phone chargin cord. Finally mama got me safely back on the floor. Then she SWATTED my behinder and YELLED and told me I am naughty! Does she not know who I am? I am Gunnarr T, dreamyboat #62. How could she forget so soon?
I guess I will have to forgive mama cuz she sez she was just tryin to pertect me from danger. She said I would get stuck, and there are yucky things like clamps and lectrical cords and stuff that could hurt me. I am not sure I would like bein stucked behind the washerin machine and dryer, but I know mama would figger somethin out to rescue me. Wouldn't you, mama?
January 26th 2012 10:44 am
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It must be true; Samoa sez it is! Dreamyboat #62.
I have comed a long way in a little over two years. My kitty mama’s name was Ezra. When she had me and my brothers, Jackson and Solomon, her humans did not want us no more. Do you think they thought she was a boy?
We might all have gone to a kill shelter, but the nice peoples at the Pet Paw-See took us in. That is where mama found me, in a foster home. Mama had to fill out lotsa papers just to meet me and then even more to make me her little boy. My name then was Truck cuz I was the biggest and boldest brother.
My first night with mama was not so fun. I got shotters, and then mama brought me home. It was just too much; shotters, no brothers, strange place, strange mama, and lotsa strange smells. I cried and cried and cried until mama cried with me. Then we went to bed early, and I snuggled against mama’s neck and fell asleep right away. The next day mama and I already loved each nuther. A few days later my daddy camed. Mama put me in daddy’s arms, and it was love at first sight. Daddy and I are tight!
I thought life couldn’t get no better, and then the Peekster came to live with us. She is the best toy, errrrrr, sister any guy kitty could have. Know what is best about her? When you chaser her, she RUNS very fast so you can keep chaserin her more and more. I do love my sister. I snuggle with her and give her baths and even let her eat outta my food dishy. I also love my mama and daddy LOTS and LOTS.
When I came to Catsterland, I started makin lotsa friends. Then the Peekster came, and we made even more friends. We have our angel sister, Missy Mups, watchin over us too. We gave and got prezunts and joined groups, and every day we get to read all bout our friends and what they are doin. It is so cool. We have lotsa fun here.
And now Samoa sez I am a dreamyboat! Yeppers, I have comed a long way. Thank you, Samoa, for makin me one of your dreamyboats. Yeppers, #62.
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