January 24th 2012 1:52 pm
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Mama has changed my middle name from "Marie" to "Uncooperative." I don't even know what that means.
My day started out OK, but then mama decidered to take Valentine's Day pictures. The last time we took pictures mama said I was horrible, so she thought maybee I would be a better model if she tooked our pictures on the bed where I like to sleep.
Gunnie did his pictures first, the big old suck-up. He was a purfect model, and mama got several nice pictures of Guns in his new red and white floofy Calvin collar. Mama sez it is purfect for Valentine's Day.
Then it was my turn. I love my new Calvin collar. It is comfy, and I do not even know I have it on. What I do not love is when mama tries to make me stay somewhere, anywhere, and get my picture takened. I kept runnin off. Because the beddyroom door was closed, I had to leap off the bed and run underneath. Mama tried for awhile, but then when she could see I was not gonna give up, she did. She left all the lacy curtain thingies thinkin maybee I would calm down and jump back up on the bed, and she could take my picture then if I thought bein on the bed was my idea.
Mama was workin on Gunnie's pictures when I strolled into the office wearin my gorgeous new Calvin collar. I looked around, and then I left. That gave mama an idea, so she went and got the lacy stuff and put it in the little Muppet-Gunnarr-Peekie chair in the office where we like to sleep sumtimes. Then mama camed and got me and put me in the chair. Then she shut the door so I could not leave! Guns was outside the door howlin to get in, and I was not cooperatin even a teensy bit. Mama even has pictures of her hand cuz she was tryin to keep me in the chair. Mama thought if I sat there for awhile, I would calm down and do the modelin. If mama got too close, I tried to climb into her arms like I was terrorfied.
It was really my plan to keep actin up until mama gave up again, but in the end she got a few pictures of me. They are not the best pictures I ever got takened, but mama did not want me to be the onliest kitty in our family who did not have a Valentine's Day picture.
Soooo, please scuze that I am not at my best in the new pictures. I guess I just like to do candid shots best. I do wanna wish everbuddy a Happy Valentine's Day.
January 13th 2012 6:15 pm
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We did not know him purrsonally, but Bosco, the Cat of the Week, went to the bridge on January 12. It just seems so sad to mama and me and Gunnie that the kitty of the week would have to leave for the bridge before his week in the spotlight was even over. Gunnie and I are thinkin his family would feel better with some comfortin. How bout it? There is still power in the paw, Bridge or not.
January 8th 2012 2:18 pm
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I hafta tell a story on my daddy. Last weekend daddy camed to stay with us. He came out to the kitchen with a little thingie and put it down on the floor. It was a fake bug with a teensy batt-rey inside. It made a funny noise, and it was goin all over the floor. Mama said to daddy, "Can it get under the stove?" Daddy said he didn't think so. "Can it get underneath the frigerator?" Daddy said he didn't think so. Then mama said somethin bout "Don't let it go back between the frigerator and the wall." Quick as a wink, the little bug (mama said it looked like a "cock-a-roach)started goin back into the space. Daddy tried to grab the bug, but he was not fast enough.
Daddy said, "oh, well; when it gets stopped by something, it just turns around and goes the other way." Yeah, sure... The little bug got to the wall, but instead of turnin round and comin back, he went behind the frigerator. Uh-oh. The little bug could not turn around back behind the frigerator, so he just kept tryin to go forward. He was makin a terbl racket, clickin and clackin and stuff. Mama said to daddy, "so he'll just go until his battery wears out?" Daddy said he would move the frigerator and get the bug out.
Mama was not happy cuz they had to move a buncha stuff before daddy could even try to get the bug out. Finally daddy started pushin on the frigerator, but it would not move. It was sorta like stuck to the floor. Finally daddy lifted up on the front of the frigerator, and it started to move. Daddy got the frigerator out several inchers. Then he went to get a flasherlight to try and see the bug. When daddy comed back, mama was gigglin. Daddy said "What?" Mama held up the bug. After daddy moved the frigerator, the bug had enuff rooms to turn around, and he camed back out on his own.
Sooooo, now the new rule is the bug does not get to play in the kitchen by the stove and frigerator. We can onliest play with him in the entryway. Poor daddy; he just wanted to have fun.
January 5th 2012 3:44 pm
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On New Year's Day, mama and daddy watched movies. They hardly ever watch movies. Mama had a movie (Pearl Harbor) that she had never even watched. Mama and daddy brought the kitty couches in so Gunnie and I could watch the movie too. There was lotsa booms and guns goin off, and I got kinda skared. Gunnie told me to go to the conceshun stand and get some poppercorns with mouse butter. I went and standed in line for a little while. Then when I asked for the poppercorns with mouse butter, they did not have no mouse butter. They asked if I would like to wait while they catched some more mousies and made the butter. I said yes cuz I thought Gunnie might get mad if I came back without the mouse butter. I waited and waited and waited, but they could not catch no more mousies to make the mouse butter. After hours and hours of waitin, I gave up and went back to my kitty couch. Gunnie was sound asleep on his couch, and the movie was over. I missed almost the whole movie waitin for mouse butter for our poppercorns. Next time I am gonna make Gunnie stand in line to get the poppercorns, or maybee we should just bring our own mouse butter?
January 5th 2012 12:24 pm
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For the very, very first time I tried to run and get in what daddy calls my hidey-hole under Mr. Big Bed when mama tried to put me in my carrier. I had been napsterin in the carrier most of the day, but mama started actin suspishus-like, so I tried to hide. It did not werk. Mama shut the beddyroom door. I ran under the oak parlor table in the livin room, but mama got down on her tummy and pulled me out. How embarrasin...for her!
We had to wait cuz Unkl Dr. Mike was "squeezin us in," but it was not so bad. I stayed in my carrier UNDER my blankie AND my bed until auntie Serena camed in and weighed me. I am 11 pounds now, almost as heavy as Gunnie! After that I got to go back in my carrier until the doktor camed in.
Unkl Dr. Mike says I have allergees besides my nuther sickiness, and the weather has been so warm here and the wind blowin so much that all the animals in town with allergees have been comin in to see the dockor.
The good news is I am stayin on my cyclo cuz it keeps the bad thingies from comin back on my legs. Now I am gettin "ack-ack" medsins (prednisone) to make the bad things on my mouth go way. I only have to take it for a little while. I probly will need it sumtimes whenever those bad things come back, but not all the time.
Tabbies, I sure wish my medsins were trouts, but they are regular medsins. We might have some "trouty" treets around here somewhere, though.
January 4th 2012 12:14 pm
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Just when mama thought everthing was goin good, my sickiness is comin back. Yesterday daddy asked mama if my mouth looked funny. Mama glanced at one side of my mouth and told daddy I was fine. Then today when mama went to give me my medsins, she noticed the right side of my mouth is all red and sore lookin, and on the nuther side it is not quite as red, but I got a patch of fur missin.
Mama called my Dr. Unkl Mike's office right away. One of our favorite peeples there, Dawn, said they will "squeeze us in" at 4:30 clocks today. I hope they do not squeeze me too hard.
Mama is not sayin much, but I think I will be takin new medsins. I have had it before, and I do not mind it. It is also less spensive than the cyclo. Mama feels kinda sad cuz she was just sure the medsins I was takin would work as long as I got medsins every day.
Now it is back to the drawin board...
The good news is I never feel sick at all. I eat and run and jump and play all the time. I am happy I don't hafta worry bout my sickiness or my medsins cuz mama and Dr. Unkl Mike will do it for me. :)
December 26th 2011 12:56 pm
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Thank you, Catster, for makin me a DDP today. I have had an eksiterin past few days. First it was my birthday, and I am TWOS now; all growned up. Then Kissymouse came. Gunnie and I got a cool new bed and new toys, and we are startin to eat our Tasty Wild Stuff kitty food cuz it is better for us. Now Catster is lettin me have a DDP honor. Life is good!
I have been thinkin since I got all growned up, thinkin bout how lucky I am to have my mama and daddy and bruther, Gunnie. Mama could have gone and picked out a free baby kitten stead of payin lotsa monies for me and Gunnarr. The rescue group, Pet Paw-See, does not make no monies on their doptions, but they do ask for some monies. It is probly partly so people will really think bout if they can love and take care of the kitties they dopt. Anyway, my mama picked me and Gunnie both from a whole buncha kitties who needed homes. Somehow mama could see that we were both speshl. All kitties are speshl in their ownest way, but mama saw somethin in both me and Gunnie that made her want to bring us home and be with her always.
I got picked at first cuz I looked like my big sister, Missy Mups, when she was a kitten, but mama always knew I was not Missy; I was my ownest little self. At first I did not like mama very much. I was skittish and skared. I tried to get away from mama when she held me. I just wanted to run away and hide. Mama would not give up on me, and pretty soon I decidered she was pretty nice. I did not meet my daddy for awhile, but when I did, I worried that he liked Gunnie better cuz he is a boy and daddy met Gunnie first. Then I learned just how big my daddy's heart is. He can love a bazillion kitties all at the same time and still have room in his heart for every single one. I am real shy, but I love my daddy THIS much! I love and trust both my mama and daddy. Mama and daddy would never let nobuddy hurt me or Gunnie; they would fight like tigers to keep us safe.
I beened thinkin bout all this for awhile now. Those of us who have our forever homes should always remember the kitties who are cold and hungry and skared, and we should love our parents even more because we are the lucky ones.
December 23rd 2011 11:15 am
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If you have not read our sister, Missy Mups', latest diary entry, you might like the legend of the Tabby M. It is a Kissmouse story. Missy Mups' dear friend, Louis LeBeau, was the first kitty we know of to have told the story on Catster, but we think maybe not every kitty has heard it. If you have that beautiful "M" on your forehead like me and my brother, Gunnarr T, don't miss the story.
December 20th 2011 6:59 pm
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Mama ordered me and Gunnie a speshl bed. When it came, we did not like it, and that made mama sad. I think Gunnie maybee said it before, but our mama is stubborn, and she does not give up very often. Mama decidered the bed was too poofy, so she took some of the stuffins out of it. Then she decidered the cover was too stiff, and it probly did not smell good to me and Guns, so she washed it. Then she put the bed back together and rubbed it with her sockies from the laundry hampster. Then she got a bunch of our toys. She rubbed nip all over em and put em in the bed. Then she took dried nip leafs and rubbed the nip all over the inside of the bed. Mama waited for awhile, and Guns and I did not go in the bed, so she put me in the bed. I jumped out and runned away. Later mama found me and Guns all nipped out from sniffin all round the bed, but we were still not in it.
Just when mama thought maybe she would have to donate the nice new bed to the Pet Paw-See rescue, she camed into the beddyroom and found me sound asleep under the blankie in the new bed. I have been sleepin in the new bed, and it is mine now! I guess that's why Guns decidered it should be his bed. Mama camed into the beddyroom today and found Guns snuggled under the blankie in the bed. Mama thought maybee Guns would like some companies, so she put me in the bed with him. He just looked disgustered and got out of the bed and runned away.
Too bad, so sad; now the bed is mine again, Guns, and I am not lettin you in it next time.
December 12th 2011 3:56 pm
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Yesterday mama was sposed to be cleanerin house, but she needed to get out some things just in case Gunnie and I would let her take Kissmouse pictures.
Our big sister, Missy Mups, had FOUR BOXES of stuff for picture takin. Some of the things she never got to wear cuz she got sick, and mama would not make her pose anymore. Some things mama even forgottened she had. Mama kept takin things out of the box and wonderin if I would wear them.
At first I thought I should run away, but then I jumped up on the bed and stayed there. I tried on Missy's little pink cape with the white fur collar and pearls and a pink jewel. Then I tried on Missy's Santa suit and hat. It was kinda big, and mama didn't member how she fixed it for Missy until after she tooked it off me. I tried on a black cowgirl hat with a feather, a wizard hat (really cool; maybe I can make Gunnie diss-pear), a little headband with flowers and streamer ribbons, and the best one, Missy's Miss Liberty tiara. The tiara comed from Party America, and mama thinks it costed 97 cents, but it helped make Missy famous after the trade towers fell.
I even wore one of Missy's special Mardi Gras masks. I only had it on for a minute or two, and I fussed a little bit, but as long as I could see out the eye holes, it wasn't too bad.
Gunnie tried on some hats; the cowboy hat, the wizard hat, the Santa hat, and a little cop hat sumbuddy gave mama. Gunnie does not like the hats very much, and he yowled at mama while she tried to look at him wearin the hats. She kept kissin him and tellin him what a good boy he was, but it did not impress him much.
The bad part is my good behavior made mama think that Gunnie and I will pose for Kissmouse pictures next weekend when daddy is here to help. Missy always posed in front of the Kissmouse tree, but mama says Gunnie and I are way too wild to even have a Kissmouse tree. Mama was out of ideas until she remembered the Santa throw daddy uses for one of his holiday craft shows. Now mama and daddy are plottin gainst me and Gunnie. Daddy says he is bringin the Santa throw. I sure hope he has some treats too. Gunnie says he is gonna contact the Kitty Kat Union and maybe get a contract mama and daddy have to sign before they can make us work so hard.
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