Kissmouse Pictures

Well, mama and daddy went and did it. Monday mornin after breakfast mama started gettin out the camera stuff and costooms for me and Peekie to wear. Then mama started bossin daddy round, tellin him he had to be the "cat wrangler" and make sure Peekie and I did not flee the scene while mama was takin the pictures.

First I got my tie on. I did not mind wearin my tie, but I did not wanna sit in the chair with the Santa Claws face. I kept jumpin down and tryin to run away, but daddy was real patient with me. He would scoop me up, cuddle me, tell me it was OK, and then he would put me right back in the chair. After awhile I figured it out. Sit in the chair and look kinda cute for a few minutes. Then daddy will take off my costoom and give me treets!

After the treets I got to relax while Peekie took her turn. The Peekster was better at the modelin thing than me. She just sat in the chair and looked real innersent. She is pretty good at that. Then Peekie got to relax and get her treets, and I got a nuther turn in the chair.

Honest, it was not so bad, and the pictures turned out so OK that mama and daddy are already plottin a nuther picture takin session.

Can you beleeve daddy said to mama this morning, "Do you think we could put them both in the chair and take a picture? Gunnie could wear his tie, and Peekie could wear the red Christmas collar." Ummmmm, daddy, what planet are you livin on?

DDP Just for Me!

Jeepers, what a surprise to be a Daily Diary Pick today, and I did not even mention poop a single time! Thanks diary gal!It is an even greater honor to be picked on the very same day that our good friend, Fluffy, is Diary of the Day. Congratulations, Fluffy!

On a nuther note, our dufus mama forgot Peekie and I both had Santa Claws pictures until yesterday. Finally she put em on our pages so they look kinda Kissmousy.

Peekie and I are on guard for any outfit ironin, prop settin up, or movin of lights in our house. We need to be ready to run and hide if mama gets around to tryin a Kissmouse photo shoot. OK, MAYBE the Santa suit is not so bad, but hats are dorky, and I don't wanna wear one. The worst part is mama keeps gettin more and more ideas. Now she is wonderin where Snoopy's little Red Baron helmet, goggles, and red scarf are. Yeah, I know I would look really cool as the Red Baron, but the helmet would cover up my ears, and how could I hear?

This mornin the Peekster and I were playin games while mama was tryin to sleep. First we played gallopy through the house. That one might be my favorite cept for wrestlin with Peekie. I like to run REAL fast up the hall. Then I leap onto mama's little antique velvet chair, up onto the bed, and skid to a stop right at the window. Sometimes if I don't feel like stoppin, I just run in a circle around on the bed, leap off the bed onto the chair, leap off the chair, and race back up the hall. I run to the dinin room and leap up into the bay window. Then I turn and jump down and do it all again. I did that a coupla times this mornin. Then Peekie and I decided to wrestle...right on mama. Peekie usually starts growlerin, and then mama yells at us to stop. We both leap off the bed and run, but we just run somewhere else and start over. This mornin we only ran to the bathroom. See, there is this cool little steppy stool thing. It is not very high, and Peekie likes to get underneath it. Then I try to get her out. Mama could hear the steppy thing bumpin into things and tipsterin and scootin cross the floor. Later we came back up on the bed and did some more wrestlin. It seemed like forever before mama's ringy dingy thing went off, so we could all get up and have some breakfast. I think it was one of our funnest mornings ever. Mama is not so sure...

Is She Kiddin?

Yesterday mama got into Missy Mups' boxes of clothes, tiaras, and stuff she calls "props." She was lookin for things to use in Peekie's and my Kissmouse pictures, but she found lots more stuff, some things she didn't even member she had.

I am kinda lucky; I can't wear anything pink or girly. Poor Peekie had to try on most of the "outfits" that mama found. It is a good thing mama did not try to put the pink cape with the pearls or the sparkly Mardi Gras masks with the feathers on me. I did hafta wear the little Santa suit and hat, and mama made me try on the wizard hat, cowboy hat, and a little cop hat. Sumbuddy gave the little cop hat to mama for Missy, but she never got to wear it, so I guess now I will be the victim.I MIGHT wear the cop hat if mama and daddy would get me a little poleese car to drive. I tried on the chickie hat a few days ago, and that was pretty terbl too.

Mama kept puttin the hats on and then tryin to see how I looked in em. Mostly she could never tell cuz I would lean back and put my head back and howl that I did not like it. Then the hat would fall backwards and not look right. Mama kept cuddlin and kissin me, but I knew it was just so she could put more hats on me, so I just kept on yowlerin. Finally mama seemed to be outta stuff she could put on us. She kept some things out for what she calls our "photo shoot" later this week when daddy gets here.

I think I will call and find out if I have enuff allowance for a bus ticket to somewhere...anywhere...before daddy gets here.

What is This; Buy Your Cat a Wardrobe Week?

Geez; mama went to Wallermart yesterday for somethin and camed home with more kitty clothes. She bought this red collar with white furry trim and two bells on it, and there is a red sequinned Santa hat that goes with it. I had to try it on as soon as she got home. I did not like the bells, and mama laughed at me cuz I kept skitterin siderways tryin to get rid of those jinglin things that kept chaserin me. Later I decidered it would be a better idea to just turn around and eat those darned bells. That didn't work very good neether cuz I could not get hold of em. They kept runnin away everytime I turned around and tried to chomp em. The hat was OK too, cept the ear holes were not in the right spot.

Later mama tried the Santa hat and collar on Peekie. She thought it was OK; she just sat there on the bed feelin silly. Lucky for us, mama was bizzy, so she did not have time to let us wear the stuff for long. We hafta be stupidvis, errrrrrr, I mean "supervised" when we are wearin kitty clothes.

Today our new Kindle Fire got here. It was only FOUR days late. Thank you, U.S. Postal Service! Mama says the keyword is "service," and there isn't much...

We also got a nuther package in the mail today. Inside was a Skinneez skwirl. He is kinda puny, but I tossed him around for a few minutes. He's not very sassy. The dreaded chickie hat was in the package too. Mama made me try him on, but she thought the strappy thing that holds him on was too long, so she took him off my head right away. Then she discovered that the velcro stuff sticks to anywhere on the chickie hat. She thought she would put it on me again, but I ran off, and she could not find me.

Peekie and I are hopin mama will be too bizzy tryin out the new carpet cleaner, cleanerin the house, and wrappin and sendin Kissmouse prezunts to take Kissmouse pictures of us. She says it will be a "monumental" task. What's monumental?

Daddy's Prezunt

I wanted to tell everybuddy bout this a few days ago, but mama and daddy were mean. They went off and left me and the Peekster all alone two different days. I thought bout tryin to use the computer without mama, but I could not find the button to make it go.

Daddy came down from Havre to be with us on Thursday. He went shopsterin first. He comed home and said to mama "Look what I found." First mama could not see what it was, but then she started laughin. Daddy was holdin the little white collar and Kissmouse tie they tried to buy at Petco a few days before. There weren't no ties on the rack, and daddy asked the nice man to see if they had more. He came back and told mama and daddy they were out and couldn't even order any mores. Mama tried to order one from the webbersite, but with shipsterin it was REAL spensive. Then daddy checked the webbersite tryin to help mama, and he said they were outta stock. Nobuddy knows why daddy was so lucky, but when he went back to Petco on Thursday, there was the little tie. Maybee somebuddy brought it back? I dunno...

Anyway, now I got my Kissmouse tie. Mama couldn't wait to try it on me. I thought wearin a tie would be terbl, but to be honest, I couldn't even tell it was on me. I shook my head once, and the little tie went spinnin around to the side. Mama and daddy laughed and fixed it. I felt real hansum, so I just sat there showin off my new Kissmouse tie. Then the Peekster thought she wanted to wear my tie. Mama put it on her, but it is a guy tie, plus she is way too floofy, and it did not look right.

Anyway, my Kissmouse tie is the most speshl one in the whole wide world cuz mama got out the ironin board and iron and pressed my little white collar and my red and green tie until they were purrfect!

Are there Kissmouse pictures in my future. I dunno...

It Gets Worse...

I love my mama lots. I let her hold me like a baby, I let her brush me even when she pulls on my bloomers, and I let her trim my nails. Sometimes I yowler when I catnot find her. Mama sez she loves me too, so I wonder why she would wanna torture me.

You gotta unnerstand; my mama is stubborn. When she wants somethin, she will work real hard to get it. She wants me to have a Kissmouse tie. Even after she found the Big Lots ad on the table yesterday, mama was still pokin round on the computer lookin for ties.

Am I lucky she did not find one? NO! I am not cuz mama went to the Drs. Foster and Smith website lookin for ties. No ties, but the Howlween hats were on sale. Why, oh why would my mama want me to wear a chickin hat? Well, OK, it is called a rooster hat, but that is still a chickin. This is so terble I can hardly even talk about it.

I would hope it gets lostered in shipperment, but mama does not know I saw the nuther things she ordered, and they are cool. Peekie is gettin a heart-shaped tag for her harness that says "I need daily medication" with a coupla phone numbers. Peekie and I are gettin a cool bed called a hideaway bed. It gots a blankie attached so you can crawl in under the blankie and peek out. Course then there is the rooster hat. Mama says it is "adorable." Poor kitty who was wearin it in the picture. I feel bad for him.

Mama got that stuff in the cart, but she would still have to pay shipstering, and she is cheep! Mama went all over the website lookin for something that costed less than $3 cuz she knewed that shipstering would cost more than $3. She found just the right thing; a skinneez toy skwirl for me and the Peekster to beat up. When mama got doned, we were 56 cents over the limit for free shippin.

I think I am gonna have to hide out next October so mama catnot find me for my rooster hat photo shoot.

P.S. The chickin hat is already on its way to Big Sky Country. Sigh...

Uh-Oh

Well, I thought mama could not find no nuther places to look for a Kissmouse tie for me, but I was rong...

Today while mama was cleanerin the house up from daddy bein here and Thanksgivin, she sorted through all the papers on the table. There was some mail, a buncha coupons for clippin, and a Big Lots ad from the newsypaper. It had a pikshur of a dawg wearin what mama called a "cute outfit," and it said somethin bout a HUGE selekshun. Uh-oh; mama is goin to town again on Friday.

Not Best Dressed, Not Worst Dressed, Not Dressed at All

On Saturday mama and daddy saw the Petco ad, and there was a cute little white collar with a red and green plaid Kissmouse tie. Mama said "Oh, wouldn't Gunnie look adorable wearing a tie?" Daddy just smiled, and mama said "Well, he probably wouldn't wear a hat, but maybe he wouldn't mind the tie so much." Again daddy just smiled. They went to Petco and looked at the Pet Paw-See kitties at the adoptathon, and then they looked for the ties. There weren't no more ties in the display, so while mama was chattin with one of the Pet Paw-See ladies, daddy asked a nice man who worked at Petco if they had any more ties in the back room. The man checked, and there weren't no ties left anywhere in the store, and the nice man told daddy they couldn't even order any more.

Of course, when mama and daddy came home, and mama told me they couldn't find me a tie, I managed to look REAL sad. Then I hoped mama would forget about ties and hats and any kinda stuff I might have to wear.

Today mama went to town, and she went everywhere lookin for kitty kat Kissmouse ties. I am just crushed; mama could not find no ties anywhere in town. I thought she was finally done with tryin to buy Kissmouse ties, but then she went on-line to Petco.com. Geez; they had that same little white collar and Kissmouse tie, and it was marked down! Mama got all eksitered. She put the tie in her cart; I think it costed $2.39. Then she looked at the shipstering cost. When she saw that the cute little Kissmouse tie would cost more than $8, she emptied her cart. She pollergized to me for not gettin me the tie. It is hard to look SO sad two whole times when you are really wantin to scamper with joy, but I think I managed to fool mama into thinkin I was sad. Maybe that wasn't a good idea. What if she thinks she needs to look some more for a Kissmouse tie because I am TOO sad?

On an entirely nuther subject, mama and daddy said Santa is bringin em a Kindle Fire for Kissmouse. I asked mama if the fire trucks would come when it gets here, but she said no. I guess it is just a tiny fire, so we don't need no trucks. I wonder if Peekie and I can roast marshmellers over it.

My Baby Sister is Silly

My baby sister, Peekie, is almost two whole years old, but she still acts like a silly kitten. Mama sez the Peekster may never grow up; she wants to be like Peter Pan. Who?

When Peekie wants attention she throws herself on the floor and trills and rolls around and shows her fluffy tummy. Guess what? It works EVERY single time!

In the morning the Peekster wants mama to pick her up and give her loves. She trills and paws at mama's arm and tries to climb into mama's arms while mama is getting dressed.

I really gotta talk to the baby sis bout this one. She cries for her medsins! I admit the yum-yum medsins are pretty good. I sneaked a taste or two when I licked where the medsin shooter thingie was sittin by the sink. Corn oil; yum... Well, anyway I wish Peekie would not cry for her medsins. She will make me look bad if I ever need to take any medsins. It is kinda disgustin how she cries. Then she dances around with her tail all up in the air and fluffy. Then when mama turns around with the medsins, the Peekster takes off for the bedroom. She jumps on the little antique chair and then up onto the bed. She runs across the bed to the nuther side. Then she turns around and comes back to mama who is comin behind her. She lays down on the bed then and lets mama give her the first medsins. When mama goes to get the nuther medsins, Peekie jumps down and follows mama back to the bathroom. When mama is ready with the second medsins, they do it all over again.

When Peekie has had all her medsins, mama holds her like a baby. Peekie purrs and purrs and squirms while mama cuddles her and pets her. It makes me jellus...

November Strolling

Woohoo! Peekie and I got to go for a walk in our stroller today. It is November! In Montana!

Mama says not to get so eksitered. It is the calm before the storm. Tomorrow it is sposed to snow and only be 25-30 degrees. I guess our Canadian friends are sendin this storm cuz they do not want it no more. ;)

Anyway, it is a beauterful day. The sky is super Montana blue, and the sun is shinering, but the very best part? No wind. Well, OK, there was a teensy breeze, but we are more used to lotsa wind, so it felt really, REALLY nice today.

Mama put me and the Peekster in our stroller and headed for the little store. It is about a half mile away. When we got to the store, mama just kept walkin. We had passed a nice lady, and she and mama said hi. Later when we met her again, she and mama said hi again. Then the lady said, "Oh, that is not a baby in the stroller. What is it?" Then I peeked out at the lady, and she got a big smile on her face. Peekie was livin up to her name, peekin out from underneath the mattress. Akshly she was obscurin my view, but mama would not make her come out. The lady had a pretty aksent, and mama asked where she was from. Her name is Gertrude, she lives in our neighborhood, and she is from Austria! How cool is that?

Mama and Gertrude talked for a few minutes, and she told mama she was afraid of deers and bears. Mama told her there probly won't be no bears although we did have a black bear earlier this year hangin around down by the river. Mama told Gertrude to watch out for the boy deers cuz they are chasin the lady deers, and they can be gressive at this time of year. Mama suggested takin a walkin stick just in case Gertrude needed to bonk one of those boy deers on the noggin. Gertrude asked what mama would do with her kitties and stroller if there was a boy deer, and mama didn't have any answer for that question.

When we got home, I told mama not to worry bout the boy deers. If we saw one, I would growl real loud, and then if mama would let me outta the stroller I would jump on the deer's back and bite and scratch him until he cried and runned away. No dumb old boy deer is gonna ruin our walk in the neighborhood!