March 7th 2012 7:52 am
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Nah, I don't think so. My sister, Peekie, is not even a little bit dreamy. Peekie has nice furs for me to groom, and she is a great snuggler. She is a champeen restler; she could even beat me sumtimes before I got my mancat weight and shape. She onliest eets outta my dish when I am not usin it. She takes turns pretty much when we are playin with mama and daddy. Sumtimes Peekie even grooms me, and it feels real good when she cleans my face and ears. Peekie is a real good stroller ridin kitty too. I love my sister very lots, but she is onliest my sister; she is not dreamy...
February 28th 2012 9:52 am
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OK, so I am writin to splain to Da Tabbies why I like chickie. I think I wrote bout my jumpin lessons and how I did not do so good cuz I did not like the treets mama and daddy were usin to reward me. There were two different flavers of treets. One was tuna and the nuther kind was seafood medley. They were pretty stinky, and I licked at em, but they were not good enough to do a trick for.
So, see, here's the thing. When I was just a baby kitten, (before the Peekster even came to live here) I got sick. I catnot remember whether it was from stress or changin my food. Anyway, I got real nasty poops. Mama was tryin everythin, but finally I could not even hold the poops in, so I had to go to see Dr. Unkl Mike at Best Friends Animal Hospital. I stayed there a coupla days, and I had to take medsins every day. One of the nice vet techs, Allie, started puttin my metronidazole pill inside a chickie pill pocket. It was REALLY good! Tabbies, I was just a baby, and I did not know nothin bout burds and stuff, so I started likin chickie real much. Now I am like addicted to chickie, although I do eat roasted deers and slammon in my tasty wild stuff food.
Mama told me it is OK to like chickie cuz it is not really a burd like those stupid maggotpies or starlings. Chickie is "poultry," sooooo I think it is OK for me to keep eetin chickie.
February 27th 2012 7:41 pm
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Thanks, diary gal, for makin me a daily diary pick again today. At this rate, I am gonna be a REAL kitty writer. I guess I better keep practisin my writin. All I need is somethin to write about. I already tattled on Peekie, and all mama did today was make a mess in the craft room, and daddy is not even here to have an adventure with me. The onliest naughty thing I did today was try and eat some plastic, and mama caught me and yelled and made me leave before I even got a good taste. Here's hopesterin that tomorrow is more exciterin.
February 25th 2012 7:12 pm
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Today mama decidered to get out some stuff for a possible photo shoot when daddy comes next weekend. Mama found Missy Mups' little St. Patrick's Day hat and green arm garter and a little teensy green beer glass. Mama also found Missy's beautiful pink feathery wings on the shelf up in the closet. They were Missy's earth angel wings, not her real angel wings; those are even better.
Anyway, mama was wonderin what I would do if she put the wings on me. I am a guy cat, and even though I think I would look OK in pink, I like to let Peekie do the pink stuff. Mama was gonna try the wings on me anyway, but then Peekie came flyin into the beddyroom and leaped up onto the bed. Peekie thought the pink feather wings were pretty interestin, so mama let me go and decidered to put the wings on the Peekster. If ya remember, I wrote bout Peekie throwin a hissy fit the last coupla times mama and daddy tried to take her picture. Mama was amazed when the Peekster let her put the wings on. They have these little lastic thingies, and mama put the Peekster's leggies through to get the wings onto Peekie's back. Wow! My baby sister is pretty gorjus wearin pink fluffy, feathery wings! Peekie just sat there lookin around like she thought she was cool. She was not even skared. Mama talked real soft and kept pettin the Peekster and tellin her what a good girl she is. Then before Peekie could make the wings do anything skary, mama took em off.
After the wing thing, mama decidered to try the St. Paddy's Day stuff on me. I didn't think I wanted to wear the green garter, but I guess I am not the boss. Mama put it on me, and then I decidered it was not so bad. Then mama put the little green hat on me, and I did not mind that neether. I wore that stuff for a few minutes while mama praised me, and then she took it off, and I scampered away to find some trubl.
Mama could not resist tryin the stuff on Peekie. Mama was expectin anuther hissy fit, but Peekie just sat there wearin the little hat all calm.
Now mama says she is "encouraged," whatever that means, that maybee, just maybee, Peekie will model after all. Purrsonally, I think my sister was just playin possum.
I will have my reporter's pad ready to record the story when daddy gets here and we akshly have our photo shoot. Stay tuned...
February 24th 2012 11:20 am
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The results of the Cat and Dog Plaza group Valentine's Day photo contest are in. I winned!
I wanna thank the ministrators at Cat and Dog Plaza who picked my picture as the winner. My mama loves nothin better than to take pictures of me and the Peekster, and sumtimes she thinks up some dumb stuff. Peekie told me when mama couldn't hear that she catnot put up with mama's nonsense. I, on the nuther hand, love my mama, and I like to please her. I will sit in the little chair and let mama put stuff on me (well, to a point; I don't think I really love hats), and put stuff in the chair with me and everythin. Then I will even look happy and cute while mama is snapsterin away with the camera.
Wanna know another reason I am good? I get TREETS!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeppers, if I am good for a few minutes of posin, I get treets, and I do not even hafta do tricks for em.
On a nuther subject, well, sorta, mama is tryin to teach me a nuther trick. The other day when mama was washin her hands, I leaped from one side of the counter to the nuther side over the sink. That made mama think maybe I would jump like a horsie over little jumpstery things. Sooooo, mama and daddy got a coupla cannisters from the kitchen. Then they put a yardstick on top. Then mama got treets and tried to get me to jump over the little jumpstery thing. I did it once, but then the treet wasn't really very lishus, so I didn't see why I should do it again. I went around the end a coupla times, but then I didn't get any treet at all. Then I tried goin underneath the jump, but I didn't get any treets for that neether. Mama got me to jump one more time, and then she told daddy that was enough.
I think mama finally figured out how to teach me the new trick; she said somethin bout nummier treets. Yeah, mama. Chicken pill pockets. I would do anything for those.
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
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