Popsicle?

Jeepers, what's all the fuss about? Just because my poo is icky and gets all over when I go is no reason to soak me down and wash me with smelly shampoo!

Now I run as soon as I finish, and I run from mama if she tries to catch me. I guess she didn't realize what a smart kitty I am. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I have had two baths, and I am not planning any more.

Today it was only 0 degrees for a high. Where daddy lives (when he is not here with us) it was -20 for a high. Daddy lives in Havre, Montana. They say Havre is not the end of the earth, but you can see it from there. ;)

Anyway, mama is worried I will need a bath tomorrow and won't have time to dry before we visit Unkl Dr. Mike. I hope she is not getting any ideas about using that hair dryer thingie on my furs, because that is not gonna happen! No way, no how, not EVEN! I think I would rather have frozen furs. Then I could look like a stripey popsicle.

I've Been Tagged!

Thank you, Genny, for tagging me.

Name the 5 most annoying things your humans do, then tag 5 friends.
1. Checking my butt after I go potty.
2. Measuring our new scription food. I am a hungry girl!
3. Yelling at me when I sneak on the living room furniture to nap.
4. Yelling even louder when I get caught dancing on the dining room table.
5. Taking Gunnie along when I have a doctor pointment. This is MY time to get all the attention.

It looks like most kitties I know have already been tagged, so feel free to play if you haven't!

A Terribler-est Day

Ooh, yesterday was a terribler-est day for me. Gunnie and I are eating scription food now, and it makes your, ahh, how shall I say this, ummm, poo presents for mom "different." Mama went outside for awhile and then came in and told us it was stinky in the bathroom. Somehow mama knew it was me who had just gone potty. She snatched me up and checked my butt. I had one teensy little piece of soft poo on the underside of my tail. I would have taken care of it myself, but mama tried to wipe it off. That only smeared the teensy bit of poo so it was WAY pooey-er.

The next part is the terrible part. Mama wouldn't let me go. She closed the bathroom door, opened the cabinet, and got out some special kitty shampoo she got from Unkl Dr. Mike. Mama turned on the water and tested to make sure it was not hot. Then mama tried to hold my tail in the water and wet it down. Well, I didn't like that much. I protested, but mama ignored me. Then mama took some shampoo and put it on my fur. I really did not like that. She started rubbing the shampoo into my fur, and I threw a hissy fit. I was screaming and thrashing around and trying to get away. Mama kept telling me she couldn't let me go until we had the shampoo rinsed out of my tail. It was a rodeo with me and the water going every which way but loose.

When we were finally finished, mama looked like she might cry. I was mad as a, well, wet CAT. I was too tired from fighting to do much but yowl, but I made some truly horrible noises. Mama wrapped me in a fluffy towel and cuddled me until we both calmed down. Then mama started towel drying my furs. That felt better. My tail was still pretty bedraggly looking, but I wanted down, so mama let me go. Mama was soaking wet. Her knees were wet, and she had to change her shirt because it was completely soaked on the right side. I was kinda thinking if I was all wet, mama should have to be all wet too.

I disappeared to regroom my wet furs, and mama changed her clothes. Mama was worried because she says I am kind of a strange child; I am almost feral sometimes. Mama was afraid our bond of trust might be broken. HA! Never. In spite of mama torturing me, I still love her AND the food she gives me. Mama and I are snuggle partners again, though I don't think I want to play in that nasty tub anymore, specially with mama.

I got my revenge on mama when I decided to use the clean sheets that were not folded yet to help dry my dampish fur. I laid down on the nice clean flannel sheets and groomed my soggy tail. Then I fell asleep and left terrible wrinkles...

DDP!

Wowser! I am a daily diary pick. Thank you, Catster, and congratulations to all the other DDPs and the DOTD for today.

Thank you to everykitty who has sent me presents or commented on my diary.

Today we are waiting for the computer man to come back. Our printer is not working now, and mama is what she calls "bummed." I think that means she is sad. She was so happy last Friday when the man left. Some of you may remember Gunnie liked the man, but I did not trust him.

After the computer man leaves, mama is going to town to find a case for the camera that got "lost" off the dining room table. Mama thinks that will protect the camera, but if mama leaves the little camera out again, Gunnie and I have nothing better to do all night than figure out how to get it off the table.

Last night we worked very hard. "We" managed to knock a small rhinocerus sculpture off a table in the living room and a vase with some fake stuff in it off the same table. Mama heard something, but she thought it was a book we threw off the table.

Mama, when oh when will you ever learn to:
A. Put things away.
B. Pay more attention when things go bump in the night.

The "Lost" Camera

Mama was very excited because she ordered a new little camera that would fit in daddy's pocket when they are wearing costumes so nobuddy will know they have a camera when they are dressed old fashioned. The camera came yesterday. It is purple; mama calls it the little purple people eater. Anyway, mama got everything out of the box and was playing with the camera. Mama put some things inside the camera box just in case she had to send the camera back. Then mama started taking pictures. When we went to bed, mama left the camera and the box it came in on the dining room table.

This morning mama got up, gave me my medsins, and went to the kitchen to give me and Gunnie breakfast. She looked on the table, and the purple people eater camera was not there. Hmmmmmm... Wonder where that camera went. Did it grow legs and walk off? After mama gave us breakfast, she started looking for the camera. She found it underneath the dining room table on the floor. The box was on the floor next to the table.

Mama suspects Gunnie because he likes to pick things up in his mouth and take them places. Me; well, I am not meowering a word. It will be mine and Gunnie's little secret what happened in the long, dark night.

Hmpfffff!

Gunnie is tattlering on me again. He said I ran and hid under the bed when the computer man came. That is true, but the man was VERY scary. Besides, from my hidering spot I could watch our for mama and Gunnie. If they had needed helps, I could have come running and saved them.

Gunnie also thinks mama saved monies on getting the printer installed because he is so cute. Geez, if the man had seen how cute I am, it would have been free!

I Am Not!

A little birdie told me Gunnie said I am a toy hog. I am not! I am just a very, very playful little princess. When the toys come out, Gunnie just sits there. The toys are so wonderful, specially the laser light, that I catnot just sit there and do nothing. I start to play. I chase things and leap on things and bat at things. Sometimes Gunnie gets in the way of my playing, and I guess I MIGHT have run into or over him once or twice, but it was an accer-dent. So, Gunnie, if you can beat me to the toy next time, you can play with it, but I would not hold my breath if I were you.

The Fly

Oh, my; we've got a fly (in the house); almost as fun as a mouse. Watch Peekie chase; she makes it a race. Oops! He's right in her face. Gotta go; the fly's flyin low. Wow! He tastes better than "reg-lar" chow!

Tea Party

Daddy was here over the weekend, and mama asked him to help get a big box out of the closet in what mama calls the "no-no" room. The door is always closed, and Gunnie and I are not allowed in. We both got a good look while daddy was wrestling the box out of the closet. There are lots of wonderful hats with feathers and beaded shawls. They are all mama's things for her old-fashioned outfits. There is a pretty dolly in an antique white wicker dolly carriage, and mama brought that out into the living room. Then mama found Missy Mups' little pink baby dress hanging in the closet. Mama said she always hoped that someday I would wear the baby dress and be a model like Missy.

Mama and daddy decided it was time for me to have my first photo shoot. Mama got out a bunch of old curtains to drape the chair. Gunnie and I were wondering what mama and daddy were up to. Then mama grabbed me and put the little pink dress on me. Mama expected me to run, but I just looked down at the dress and then looked around. Hey, this dressing up is kinda cool. I think I like it. Mama put me in the chair and started taking pictures while daddy made noises and moved his hands around to make me look.

After awhile mama looked around and saw the dolly hat. Just for fun, she put it on me. I just sat there, so mama started taking more pictures. I do not know why it is such a big deal. Don't all little girl kitties wear dresses and hats?

I guess this means I will be wearing a lot more clothes in the future. I know there is a complete Santa suit packed away. That was Missy's too. There are tiaras, a little St. Paddy's Day hat and green arm garter, and even a little police cap that somebuddy gave mama before Missy crossed the bridge. There is even an outfit for Gunnie. It is a wizard hat, and daddy made a little wizard wand with a crystal in it.

Mama says it remains to be seen if Gunnie will wear any clothes, even hats, but mama says she is excited bout all the posser-bilitees.

The Snow is Moving

Yesterday I had my pointment with Dr. Unkl Mike. Mama took me in our new truck. Her name is Sapphire, and she is a Honda Ridgeline. Neener, neener; I got to ride in Sapphire before Gunnie. Gunnie didn't get to go because he was so naughty the last time. Now he only gets to go if it is his pointment. Don't tell my brother, but he has to get some shotters in February.

I was wearing my Peekaboo pink harness with my pink and silver Home Again tag and my silver paw charm with the precious stones. Unkl was very impressed with my bling. He said he had never seen a kitty wearing diamonds and sapphires before. I like my bling too, but it is SO heavy on my harness, I kind of slink around. My bling slows me down. That is not good when you are trying to run!

The bad news is my disease is flaring up again, but the good news is I am on medsins for it, and Gunnie and I will start eating scripshun kitty chow in hopes my disease is caused by a food allergy. My itchiness and inflammation (what's inflammation?) should start to go away soon. Then after the medsins are gone, I will eat my scripshun kitty food and hope the disease does not come back. If that does not work, mama said something bout "crossing bridges," but I do not know what that means.

It was very dark when mama and I started home. On the way to town, mama said the road was kinda slimey. When we started home, the wind was blowing the snow all around. In places mama could not see the road very well, and in other places mama said there were fingers of snow drifting onto the road. Sapphire brought us home safe even though it took longer because we went slow. I like Sapphire. She is real quiet and doesn't shake like daddy's big diesel.

Sapphire plowed up our drifty driverway, and when mama and I got out we had to walk through deep snow. I was glad when mama got the door open. It was warm and cozy in our house! Mama let me out of my carrier and took off my harness and bling. Then she put the new bag of scripshun kitty chow on the washering machine. Mama went back out to put Sapphire in the garage. When mama came back a few minutes later, the bag of kitty chow had a bunch of tooth marks all over it and a tear on the side. Hint: I did not do it...