Tales of the Peekaboo Princess

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Darned Rodent Lesions

February 8th 2012 10:57 am
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Those darned mean old rodent lesions will not leave me alone! Last Friday when Gunnie and I saw Dr. Unkl Mike, I was fine. This mornin mama saw anuther rodent lesion startin on my chin, so now I am takin two medsins until it goes away. The medsins make the bad things go away, but then sometimes about two weeks (what's a week?) later mama sez they come back.

I am glad my mama wants to take cares of me, I am glad mama knows how to take cares of me, and I am glad we have the medsins right here at home for mama to take cares of me, but I sure wish those mean old rodent lesions would dig a hole and hibernate for the winter!

 

Strollerin in February

February 6th 2012 1:30 pm
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After Angel Rocky Ann helped mama find license plates for me and Gunnie, we all waitened for them to get here. Then after the plates comed, daddy got here. Mama and daddy figgered out what they thought was the best way to put our plates on. When we are travelerin, we hafta fold the stroller up lots. Mama and daddy spearminted, and then they went to the hardwares store to get somethin called S-hooks. Daddy got grampster's cordyless drill. Mama held the license plates up, and daddy marked where the hole thingies were and started drillerin. Daddy drilled and drilled, and it was only plastic where he was drillerin. Just when mama figgered daddy was just bout through the plastic, daddy put his finger behind to check and drillered his finger. It was not bad, and mama giggled. Silly daddy, drillerin his finger. It did not take long for mama and daddy to make the holes and hang our license plates, so now we are street legal.

Sunday it was so nice we even got to go for a stroll. Mama said we needed coats cuz she and daddy were wearin coats, so mama got out my pretty Peekaboo pink coat with the fleece linin and Gunnie's Pendleton blankie coat. It is white with colored stripes. Daddy put Gunnie's coat on him, and mama put my coat on me. Mama thought my coat was a little snuggie round my fluffy tummy, so she did not make it real tight. We barely left the driverway when I ducked outta the front of my coat and diss-peared under the blankie mama put in our stroller. When we got home, mama opened the stroller, and I sploded out the back, but I was onliest wearin my coat round my tummy. Silly mama. I outsmartered her again.

 

My Brother a Dreamboat?

January 26th 2012 11:47 am
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Hmmmmmmm. I am not sure bout that one. He is a cool brother. Sumtimes we nap together. Other times we give each nuther baths, and Gunnie is nice bout lettin me eat his foodies if I want. He never slaps or hisses at me even when I am kinda not so nice to him, like takin his sleepy spot or shovin him outta the way when he is tryin to eat outta his own foody dish. Gunnie is a real good ressler, and he is exlant bout playin chaser through the house.

I am sorry; I just catnot see him as a dreamboat. Maybee some other kitty girls will...

 

New Middle Name

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.

Sinseerly,

Peekaboo Uncooperative

 

Somethin Sad, But You Can Help

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.

 

The Bug

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.

 

New Year's Day Movies

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?

 

Good Mews

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.

 

Darn It!

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. :)

 

DDP and Some Reflections for 2011

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.

 
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