Battenin Down the Hatches

Summertime is over in Montana. Mama spended two whole days doin what she said was "puttin the yard and gardens to sleep for the winter." All our birdie houses are goned, the furnitures on the deck and the barby-cuer is goned, the flower pots with the pretty flowers are all goned, and all the garden dekrashuns are goned. Mama said she put them all in our giant new storaj shed. Even the pretty little solar lights are missin, and it is real dark outside in the gardens at night.

I guess there won't be no more stroller rides for me and the Peekster, but that is OK. Now mama will be inside with us all the time. I guess we better start thinkin up cool games to play.

I am a Brave Brother

I guess I showed that nuther kitty who came to our cabin at Virgelle. His name is Garfield, and he belongs to the Virgelle ferry mistress. He must not like her much cuz he lives mostly around the Virgelle Mercantile. He is real friendly to peeples; mama said they must feed him and let him come in the cabins sometimes. My sister, Peekie, has a disease and can't get shotters, so I have to protect her against nuther kitties comin too close. Garfy kept comin around. One time he camed up on our porch while the door was open. He laid down on the porch and started slappin his tail real hard. I got in front of Peekie and stared him down. The Peekster was kinda curious bout Garfy, but I knew the cabin was MINE, and I was not gonna let him come in. Daddy was right behind me makin sure I did not leap at the door. I know I could beat that Garfy up, but mama and daddy said they knew I was Gunnarr the Warrior, and I did not have to prove I was tougher than Garfy. Then mama picked me up, and daddy shut the door. It was OK, though, cuz Peekie and I had an open window that was up high where Garfy could not get close. I laid in the window and did my guard cat duty while Peekie napped on the bed.

Saturday mama and daddy took us for a stroll. It was a long stroll. Mama pushed us all the way down to the Virgelle ferry. Then daddy pushed our stroller out on the ferry, and mama took pictures. The river is BIG!. While we were at the ferry, anuther kitty showed up. That kitty is named Sammy, but mama did not know its name then, so she called it Puddy. At first the kitty laughed at our stroller, but then it was jealous cuz we got to ride, and we could go pretty fast with daddy pushin our stroller. Daddy pushed us all the way back to the mercantile and then down to our cabin.

There were two big beds in our cabin, and Peekie and I practiced our jumpin from one bed to the nuther bed. It was fun. We napped together, and we had a few wrestlin matches. I always win.

I'm a Pirate Captain!

Woohoo! I got a picture for Talk Like a Pirate Day too. There is a real speshl person I gotta thank for this. Peekie and I used to call her auntie, but we had a meeting, and we have decidered she is really our Fairy Godmother. She made our beautiful pages, and she does speshl pictures for us. She is always sweet and cheerful, and mama says she is a ray of sunshine. She never asks for anything when she does nice things for us. She just does it because she loves us.

So, Fairy Godmother, THANK YOU THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS MUCH for everything you do for us. You know who you are. :)

Thanks for the Jolly Roger

Thank you to a-nonny-mouse for the jolly roger. It looks great on my page, and my sisters, Peekie and Missy Mups, do not have any. Neener, neener. I would like it even better if you were not a-nonny-mouse, and I could thank you in person.

We're Still There!!!

Jeepers, Peekie and I are still on the Catster homepage. How long do ya spose we get to stay there? I hope it will be long enough for Hollywood to find me and make me a big star. Peekie is way too shy to be an actress, but I would like to star in a kitty adventure movie. If I were a kitty movie star, daddy couldn't keep me from buying my own little blue sportscar. Or maybe I would get a lavender Lamborghini like the famous western artist, Oleg Stavrowsky. Mama and daddy met him at an art show a coupla years ago, and mama said he is real nice. Yeah, he is tough (and famous) enough to "drive lavender."

We Made the Homepage!

Mama did not even notice it this morning when we checked in, but the Peekster and I got our picture on the Catster homepage. Are we famous now?

I think I would like to be famous so I could make lotsa monies and buy a little blue sports car. I asked for one for my first birthday, and daddy said I was too young to drive. I asked for one for my second birthday, and daddy said I already had a blue sports car, our pet stroller.

Well, daddy, first of all it is called a "stroller," not a "car," and second it does not even have a steery wheel to hang onto when ya go real fast. Thirdly, even though we got the stroller before we got the Peekster, I have to share it with her.

I am still dreamin of a little blue sports car, maybe a Lamborghini...

We Remember...

Well, OK, the Peekster and I can't remember because we were not borned yet, but mama does. Today we are flying our American flag in remembrance of all those who became heroes 10 years ago and all those innocents who lost their lives that terrible day.

Mama remembers she had just sat down to work. She worked at home, and the radio was on with the ag news. The ag guy told the DJ that something was happening in New York and he should check on it. The DJ kinda blew him off, and the ag guy said again, "Something strange is happening in New York, and I think you should check for the latest news."

At first everbuddy thought it was some kind of terrible accerdent, but when mama heard it was an attack on our country, she went and got our flag and hung it out. Mama was very angry that anybuddy would attack our country and ALL Americans. Mama says now hanging the flag was an act of defiance against our attackers, sorta "You want a piece of us? Well, here we are. Come and get us!"

Some peoples around here complain about the noise, but when mama hears the roar of jets over our house, she says it is the sound of freedom, our MANG pilots watching over everybuddy below.

Mama thanks all those peoples who are in the service of our country here and around the world because it is so true; freedom is NOT free. So many fine Americans have fought and died to keep our country free. We salute them with our respect and with our flag, and we salute those who were so selfless that day 10 years ago as they rushed to help.

We must never forget the lessons we learned that day; a strong America is a free America, and we must all stand together, every single one of us, to protect and defend our country.

Birthday Thanks

I am ashamed that I have not thanked all my friends for the cool birthday presents they sent me. I have not been to Catster much since my birthday cuz we have had company, but I have been tellin mama I gotta scamper around and say my thanks to each kitty cuz they are long overdue. Here is a list of my cool presents. Thanks everbuddy. You made my second birthday SPESHL!

Balloons from Zoom
Cuppycake from Tate
Cupcake from Anna and family
Ice cream from Teebo, Callie, and Rose
Ice cream from Alex, Angel Annie, and Bugsy
Lemonade from Sissy, Luke, Cooter, Simon, and more
Blue ribbon from Smiley Cassanova
Ice cream from Pebbles
Red heart from Xena
Watermelon from Alexis Briana
Ice cream from Hilda
Lemonade from Mr. Sam at the Bridge
Ice cream from the family of Mia, Milo, Xena Princess Warrior, Queen Tallulah Angel in Pink, and more.
Ice cream from Oreo Wesley Bush
Ice cream from the family of Friskie, Homer, Kibbles, Francis, and more.
Red lips from Samoa and family
Baseball from the family of Louis LeBeau – Cherished Angel, Ethan, Simon (In Loving Memory), KC (In Loving Memory), and more.
Football from Milo, Smokey Joe, Timmy, and Ziggy
Ice cream from Monida

A Hole in My Heart

I fell in love, and a girl broke my heart. Her name is Beth, and she is mama's niece, but Peekie and I call her auntie Beth. She camed for a visit, and I fell head over paws in love with her. She would scoop me up and put me over her shoulder so I could look all around. Then she would stroke me and call me her little "Gunnie Goober." It is a dumb name, and I would not let nobuddy else call me that, but I loved it when Beth did. She played cool games with me with my wiggler wand and the kitty teaser.

Peekie wasn't sure about auntie Beth. Sometimes the Peekster would watch me and auntie playing. I could tell Peekie was trying not to play, but sometimes she just could not stand to let the toy go. Then she would leap at the toy and start playing. Then after a few seconds, Peekie would realize she was playing with auntie Beth, and she would scamper off. Right before auntie Beth had to go home, Peekie started playing with the kitty teaser and got so close auntie Beth could pet her. Peekie got about three pets before she realized "Oh, no! Auntie Beth is touching me." Then Peekie ran off.

Auntie Beth left without even telling me goodby. Mama said auntie Beth was wearing a black shirt, and she did not want kitty hair dekrations on her shirt when she got on the plane cuz she was going out with friends when she got off the plane.

I got a hole in my heart, and I want my auntie Beth back. Please?

It's My Birthday, and I'll Party if I Want To...

Mama was up late last night, and she just happened to stay up past midnight, so she told me Happy Birthday at bout 12:05 a.m. Then this morning we came to Catster, and kitties had left some good wishes and presents for me. Woohoo!!! This is gonna be my very best birthday. Well, OK, to tell the truth I really don't member my first birthday too much, but this one has to be better because I AM TWO WHOLE YEARS OLD!!!!

I am gonna go sellbrate now, but I will be sendin my thank-you's for all the wonderful messages and presents. You kits are just the best friends ever!