February 8th 2010 3:13 pm
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My daddy came Friday. He knew all about the broken lamp, and he was not even mad at me. Mama and daddy were gone most of Friday evening, so I was kinda pouty. I thought they should have stayed with me so daddy and I could play games. I mean how could food be more important than me? I had plenty of food!
Saturday morning mama and daddy left again. I pouted all day long. I thought I was mad at them, but they came home with new toys and salmon oil for me. Mama wanted some fish oil capsules to keep my coat gorgeous and shiny, so she and daddy went to Petco. They could not find any fishy oil capsules, so I got a squirty bottle of salmon oil. It is so yummy! Mama was also looking for more kitty teasers like my favorite one. It has feathers but some little foil stuff that sparkles and gets me all excited when the teaser is waving around. Mama was very disappointed in the teasers. They were not very good ones, and the "sticks" were too stiff so they do not get wild action when we play. Mama said the teasers were not good ones so she started looking at different toys. Mama knows I love feathers the very best, and she found a toy called Da Fur Thing. It is a piece of black bunny fur with some catnip in it and feathers sticking out of the top. Then she found two little toys called Flutter Spout toys. They look like little fishys, but they have lots of feathers hooked to them. Mama always inspects the toys to make sure there aren't things that can come off and hurt me, and she likes toys I catnot tear apart right away. The Da Fur Thing and the Flutter spout toys passed mama's test.
The Pet Paw-See was doing an adoptathon at Petco, so mama was talking to my aunt Leslie and some other nice ladies. Mama got the best news. My last brother found his furrever home! We had been feeling sad because my brother, Jackson, was living in a cage at Petco trying to find his furrever home, but every time mama and daddy went there, he was still in the cage. Now he has a real home with people who will love and protect him.
While mama was chattering away with aunt Leslie, daddy leaned against a display, and the toys started talking! Somebody activated the battery in a Ferret Babble Ball. Daddy showed it to mama, and she said "You know, Gunnarr always runs to the answering machine when he hears voices. I think he might like this, and I don't think he'll be afraid of it." Me...afraid. Hmpf! When mama and daddy got home, I had four new toys to play with.
My ferret babble ball says "Meow, meow, meow. Then it goes "Psst!" After that it says "Whoops! Here we go again." The next thing is a birdy going "chirp, chirp, chirp." After that the ball says "squeak, squeak." The last thing it says is "Here kitty, kitty, kitty." The balls rolls real easy, and anytime you make it go, it starts making all the noises. I keep playing with it and trying to figure out how they got all those people and animals into that tiny little toy. Mama is real happy that I like the toy, but she is even happier that the battery is replaceable, and she says she thinks I can't break it. Hmmm... is that a dare?
Saturday evening I was playing with one of my Flutter Spout toys. Mama took the second one and hid him so I would not wear them both out. Daddy noticed I was laying in front of the stove with my paws underneath. They could see one tiny little piece of feather sticking out. Mama tried to pull it out, but it would not budge, so she got the yard stick. Mama got the toy out, but then daddy said "I think there's something else under there." Daddy started working the yard stick. Guess how many toys were underneath the stove? I catnot even count that high yet, but mama said it was about a dozen little mousies of all colors. Daddy laughed and said "No wonder you have to keep buying more."
Sunday evening mama and daddy and I had a picnic in the living room. Mama and daddy were eating baked brie in puff pastry and some yummy left over roast chickie. Unfortunately, I had to take a short break in my room because I would not leave the chickie alone. Mama and daddy were both eating with one hand and using the other arm to keep me out of the chickie plate. Later mama let me out, and the food was gone. At first I was disappointed, but then daddy proved that men can multitask. He was watching the Super Bowl and playing with me and my kitty teaser. Mama missed a few plays because I leaped into the air right in front of the television. Mama said some of my plays were the most spectacular of the night.
February 4th 2010 2:42 pm
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I have really goned and done it this time. I have been being so naughty in the office during the day while mama is trying to work, she decided maybe I would be happier and better (not well) behaved if she let me have more freedom. This morning she left my food and water in my room, but she took some toys from my little blue basket and left them in the living room. Both my favorite kitty teasers were in the living room, but she brought a few mousies and foam balls into the office in case I came in to visit. I was pretty excited about being loose in the whole house, but I missed mama and came in to see what she was doing. She thought it was so cute that I brought in my very favorite, very ratty looking kitty teaser. It only has a few feathers left because I play real wild with it. It is not easy getting it through small places; sometimes the handle can get in the way. I played with my teaser for awhile, and mama seemed really happy. Pretty soon I got bored with the teaser and sat patiently at the door. Mama opened the door, and I scampered out. Kitten things, kitten things. I gotta go do kitten things. Mama was engrossed in her work when she heard the crash. She came running out of the office and found her favorite early 1920s antique lamp with the beautiful pink shade, fringe, and pull tassel flat on the floor. But, mama; I just wanted to play with the pull tassel. It was hanging there all fluffy, and it was teasing me. All I did was climb on the love seat (no-no) and swat at the pull tassel (no-no). Then I thought maybe I could get closer, so I stood up on my hind legs and put my front paws on the lamp. All of a sudden the lamp took off, and it crashed right to the floor all by itself. People say cheetahs are fast, but I was nowhere to be found when mama got to the lamp. Mama was NOT happy. She told me I was bad. Can you imagine? Me...Bad. No, I do not think so. It was just an accident. Stuff happens, you know? Mama took the lamp to grampster. She did not know if he could fix it, but grampster fixed the lamp, and it is as good as new. Maybe even better, who knows?
During my loooonnnnnng time-out, I made a list of the naughty things I have learned how to do:
I can open the glass shower doors, hop into the tub, and scamper around. This means that when the tub is wet, I get all wet. Then I usually have to use my potty. I catnot help it if the litter sticks to my wet fur. I am just a kitten.
I have learned how to sit on the trash can in the kitchen and jump up on the counter. I only do it when mama is not there to see me, but I have been caught a time or two.
I have learned to sit in the middle of the dining room table and gnaw on mama's orchids.
I have learned how to leap into the bay window and set the hanging antique leaded glass dec-ration dancing. It makes mama scream.
I have learned how to pick up my water dish in my teeth and tip it upside down. The water looks so interesting when it's soaking into the carpet. If I do it in my room, it makes a wonderful puddle on the floor.
I have learned how to climb up on both computer desk hutches and throw things off the top. That makes mama scream too.
I have learned how to scoot into any closet door that opens real fast and real sneaky. Then I wail to be let out because I changed my mind.
I have learned how to make the pictures on the wall swing back and forth. See, if you can just find something to climb on, you take your paw and bat at the picture until it starts to go back and forth. It makes a cool noise too, kind of a squirtch, squirtch sound.
I have learned how to knock over vases and how to pull the most funnerest things out from the rest and drag them around the house.
I have learned how to hop onto the dressing table and dance in mama's perfume bottles if she does not get up early enough. When she hears the bottles clinking together, she is happy to get up and give me breakfast or...not. Sometimes I end up in my room. Then I wail so she feels sorry for me and catnot get back to sleep.
I have learned how to do some good things too, but that is a shorter list. :)
February 2nd 2010 6:00 pm
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Thanks to our friend, Bobcat, for starting a candle page for our dear Alfie. If you would like to light a candle for Alfie, here is a link:
A Candle for Alfie
February 2nd 2010 2:29 pm
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Yesterday mama and I were all wrapped up in our problems, which seem pretty minor today.
This morning we hoped for a better day, but when we came to Catster. we found out our dear friend, Alfie, crossed the bridge a few days ago after a terrible, tragic accident.
Alfie was only four. He had a loving mom, grandpa, and siblings. We didn't know Alfie very long, but he was kind, generous, and loved his family and friends. We will miss him SO much.
Please say a prayer for his family. His mom especially needs our support now. Please make her feel the magic of Catsterland.
So long, Alfie, until we meet again. I will never forget you.
February 1st 2010 2:39 pm
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I have a valentine! Her name is Zoom, and she is beautiful.
See Zoom's page.
February 1st 2010 2:24 pm
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Mama says today sure is Monday. This morning we came to Catster for a quick look around. My beautiful red heart background was gone. I did not even have the pea-green Catster background left. She told me we would have to investigate that later; it was time to go to work.
Then mama started her usual morning virus scan on the computer. She sat down and started working, but she heard a noise. When she looked at our computer, it said in scary red letters "Infiltrations 1." Mama thought, oh, boy. Here we go. She started thinking about the epidemic of computer viruses that have infected our Catster friends' computers in the last few days.
Mama decided to sit down and work and try to stay calm until the scan was finished. About that time I decided to act up. That did not make mama a happy camper. I was leaping on things and getting into stuff. I was still trying to look cute so she wouldn't get too mad, but it did not work. I went into time-out so mama could concentrate on work and the "maybe" virus we had on our own computer. but a "Monday" kind of thing happened when mama was trying to move my potty. Her hand slipped, and about half of my kitty litter went in a big pile on the carpet in the office. Poor mama; the only way to get it up was to scoop with her hands. I bet she was real glad she changed my potty just this weekend. Anyway, mama scooped double handfuls of kitty litter up off the carpet. I was locked up after that, but I could hear the big sucking machine. Later all the kitty litter was gone, so I guess the sucker took it away.
When the virus scanner quit, it told mama it had cleaned the file. Mama didn't believe it, so she ran another scan and then ran Windows Defender. Everything came out OK, so mama breathed a sign of relief.
Awhile later mama was missing me, so she came in to get me and let me try to help her. She made a face when she noticed I had dumped my big heavy water dishy out of his wooden holder and into my kitten chow. The tray my dishes were on was full of water, and my little chows were swimming! Mama said they were stinky too, but I thought they tasted pretty good, especially after they soaked up all the water. They were fat and mushy and smelly. YUM...
I came into the office and was pretty good for awhile. I found my sunbeam and took a nap. Then I got all excited and leaped up on one of mama's saddles. I started crying for something that mama could not see. She came over and peered intently where I was looking. Then she said to me, "Gunnie, I think you're hallucinating. There's nothing there." I do not know what that means. I only know I saw something there. I kept crying and reaching for something. Mama decided to ignore me and see if I would stop. It wasn't long before she heard a little noise and looked over to see me launch myself straight up like a rocket. Up, up, up I went. There was nothing to hang onto, so I skidded all the way down the wall and into a corner behind all the horsey gear. Mama leaped up from her desk and came over to make sure I was OK.
I guess I shoulda thought more about the landing part; it was a long way down. I ended up in the middle of some old branding irons and several walking sticks mama and daddy use when they go hiking. That was just too much for mama. I went into time-out again, and now mama is calling me Maniac Kitten. I still swear there was something there, but I will never tell what it was...
P.S. More than just my background was missing, and mama didn't even notice until now. My little gray kitty cursor is MIA too. We tried to go to mbif.net, but the site is down. The plot thickens. ;)
January 31st 2010 11:00 am
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Woohoo! Thank you Catster, for making me one of the daily diary picks of the day. Thanks to my friends for the beyootiful rosettes you have bestowed on me, and thanks to the kitties who have told me they enjoy reading my diary. A very special thanks to my auntie Eva, who made me a lovely kimi for my page.
Yesterday I went to see Dr. Mike for my last set of kitten shots. I was wearing my big-boy harness, and mama hooked a leash to me for the first time. Mama says I am getting so big and strong and FAST that if I dashed out an open door, no human could catch me.
We were Dr. Mike's last appointment of the day. My doctor is very smart, and he is real good at multitasking, so he has several patients at a time, and he is running back and forth. We waited, and waited, and waited. I loved it. I came right out of my carrier when mama opened the door. The nice lady came in with the scale, and they weighed me. I am 5 1/4 pounds! Mama says I look long and lean, but I am just growing really fast. Mama says I have the "gangles."
Anyway, after the nice lady left with her scale, I wandered around the exam room. I leaped on the chairs, went under the chairs, leaped from the chairs onto the exam counter, got on my carrier, tried to work the TV mounted on the wall (mama would not let me), wanted to work the computer (mama wouldn't let me), strolled all around the exam room, pawed at the storage cabinets (hmmmmm...wonder what's in there?), and even flopped on the floor and rolled around and stretched.
Then Serena came in and told mama I did not need any more shots. There was a discussion about the shots, and Serena went off to ask Dr. Mike. I was hoping, hoping, hoping. Dr. Mike said oh, boy did I ever need more shots, so after about 100 hours of waiting, Dr. Mike came in to say hi. He washed his hands and started talking to mama about some dog that ate sugarless gum. There is some stuff in it that is poison, and the doggies can die from it. Anyway, Dr. Mike was standing next to the chair. I hopped on the chair and stood up on my hind legs and started pawing at his hand. "Hey, remember me, Gunnarr? I don't wanna hear about dogs, I want my attention now. It is my turn." Mama started laughing, and Dr. Mike scooped me up like a baby. I was so cute he forgot all about the dogs and their gum eating. Unfortunately, Dr. Mike found the shotter and gave it to me. I didn't like it much, but the bad part did not last for long. Afterwards Dr. Mike looked in my ears and eyes. Then he felt my tummy. I was pretty squirmy; I did not wanna be restrained. Dr. Mike said I am "perfect," but mama said he was talking about my physicalness, not my behavioralness. My weight is perfect for my age, and my coat is beyootiful and shiny. Dr. Mike also said I have a "dog heart." I am not afraid of my carrier, the car, the animal hospital, or any of the nice people who work there, so my heart just keeps plugging along like when I am at home. Dr. Mike says I am a very well socialized kitty.
I am so lucky; I went from a tiny kitten that nobody wanted to a very lucky boy who has a mama, daddy, grampster, doctor, vet techs, auntie, and cousins who all love me, and I have lots of great friends on Catster.
January 30th 2010 10:14 am
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Oh, my gosh! I've been tagged by the sweet and byootiful Athena to play the Valentine game.
1. do you have a valentine?... if so... who?
Nope. Girls are OK, but I'm just a kitten.
2. if not... do you wish you did? ... is there anyone particular?... or would you rather be single? ...why?
I'm too young to even THINK about that stuff.
3.What's your favorite love song?... who sings it?
Love songs? What are those?
4.what would be a perfect valentines day for you?
The perfect Valentine's Day for me would be mommy and daddy here with me, not working, and paying me ALL their attention. I would snuggle with mama and play wild games with daddy. Then they would eat something that smells REAL good and let me have some. After that we would watch a movie, and I would get to nap on BOTH their laps.
Now I am tagging:
January 28th 2010 2:38 pm
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After two whole days of being good, I decided to change my ways. I spent a good part of today in time-out. Last night I jumped up on a shelf while mama was sending friend requests to the kitties of Friendship Circle. I did my first REAL damage since I came to live with mama. I knocked down one of her hand-carved birdies and broke a teeny-tiny piece off his beak. Mama didn't notice the piece laying there until this morning. She was NOT happy with me. Things went from bad to worse as I repeatedly jumped where, according to mama, I do not belong and did things, according to mama, that I should not do. She chased me with the blue squirt monster, but I just kept doing the bad stuff over and over. She told me several times that it was my "one last chance," but I did not believe her. Was I surprised when she scooped me up and put me in time-out? Well, yes, of course. Precious, adorable, playful little me in jail? Mama says we do not call it jail, but jail it was. Mama said it sounded like somebody was being murdered when I started to wail and leap at the door. I had my food, water, potty, and toys. Mama said that was everything I needed, but I wanted my FREEDOM! I have a blankie that belonged to my big sister that says "Freedom is not Free." Believe me, kitties, it is NOT! I would waaaaaiiiiilll for awhile. Then I would stop and play or nap or snack. Then awhile later I would waaaaaaiiiiiil some more hoping that mama would feel sorry for me and come and give me another chance. It did not happen. At least it did not happen until mama was done working, and she said she lost so much time chasing me with the blue squirt monster earlier that she didn't get two breaks today. Too catgone bad...I was not happy either. Now that mama is finished working and I have my freedom, I am being a perfect angel. Keep those human peoples guessing; that's what it's all about.
January 27th 2010 4:28 pm
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Jeepers, I went two whole days without getting a time-out. I was not perfect, but I was as perfect as Gunnarr T can be.
Yesterday I did a couple of naughty things. OK, maybe several. It's hard to keep count. I beat up on the stuffed platypus until mama made me stop. Then I decided to chew up Mr. Kangaroo's tail. I couldn't help it; mama says maybe I'm still teething. Anyway, the leather tasted real good, and it felt good on my teeth. Mama made me stop that, but then I discovered Calvin Coyote's whiskers. I decided I would chew them off. Mama screamed for me to stop because Calvin can't grow his whiskers back cuz he is...dead. Mama said I was trying to assert my dominance over the stuffed and the dead. Whatever, mama.
Today I was even better. I admit I jumped on some things I wasn't supposed to. I batted some artwork and made it make a funny noise as it moved back and forth against the wall. I even leaped up and knocked some cowgirl gloves down behind one of mama's saddles. She found one; the other one is still MIA, but I know where he is. Pssst...he is between the saddle and the wall. Mama will have fun getting him out. I wanted into my carrier, so mama opened the door. I went in and sat there and purred and purred. Then I came out and decided to fight with the door. Bang, clang went the door as I batted him back and forth. Then I decided to pull my special cushy bed out. I worked and worked until I pulled him about halfway out of the carrier. Then I lost interest and decided to play jump on the wicker picnic basket game. That's the one where I leap onto the picnic basket and make a noise to make sure mama knows I'm there. Then mama yells and tells me "Gunnarr, down!" I pretend not to hear her. Then she gets up with the blue squirt monster and tries to squirt me. I run past, and she squirts and sometimes gets my tail, but mostly she misses completely. I let mama rest for awhile, and then we play the game again, over and over.
I was getting pretty wild, and mama was considering giving me time-out when a magical thing happened. Mama saw how blue the sky was, and she said "Gunnarr, would you like to look out the window?" Well, sure; I'll try anything to keep from being SOOO bored. Mama opened the curtain, and the sun was shining down onto the beautiful white snow, and the sky was very blue. Mama stood me up so I could look out the window. No, I don't wanna. I jumped down and stalked off, but then I walked into Mr. Sunbeam. This is where the magic happened. All of a sudden I chilled out. I wasn't psycho kitty anymore. I smiled and laid down in the sunbeam and let him warm me. I napped in him. Ooh, sweet sunshine, warm and sweet as honey. I turned my face to Mr. Sunbeam and let him kiss my fur with his warmth. I sat and let Mr. Sunbeam turn my fur all silvery and make my whiskers glisten. I turned to mama and smiled. Then mama said "who are you, sweet kitten, and where is my Gunnarr T?"
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