May 5th 2011 10:40 am
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Mama left this morning with grampster to do some errands. Gunnie and I were home alone, and I got bored. I decided I would try on some of mama's jewelry. I love anything pretty, pink, or sparkly. I jumped on the dressing table and pawed at the door of one of mama's jewelry boxes that daddy made for her. The door opened, and there were lots of pretty earrings inside. There was a wooden bar that had necklaces hanging on it, so I pulled that out so I could see the necklaces better. Then I discovered a little box thingie. When I pawed at it, the thingie came right out. Guess what I found. It was such a lovely treasure; two beautiful ermine tails. They were snow white with black tips. They were so soft and just the right size to play with. I meant to put them back after I played with them, but I guess I got tired and fell asleep.
When mama came home, she found one ermine tail on the floor next to the dressing table. She put that one back and started looking all around for the other tail. She looked funny crawling around on her hands and knees, but she couldn't find the second tail. When mama walked into the bathroom, there was the second ermine tail on the floor. Mama didn't say anything. She picked up the tail and put it back in the little box thingie, but then she went to the office and got a HUGE rubber band. Mama put the rubber band around the jewelry box to keep the door from opening.
As mama left the room, she looked at me and smiled. Then she said "Peeka McSqueeks, let's see you figure that one out."
Ummm...is that a challenge, mama?
May 3rd 2011 1:28 pm
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Saturday evening mama and daddy came home from the gun show and made dinner. After dinner, they were sitting at the dining room table looking at the newsypaper and mail. They kept hearing something, but they could not figure out what it was. Finally daddy said "Is that the train?" Mama said it sounded kind of like a train at the crossing, but it was too musical. Daddy got up from the table and walked into the living room. He started laughing and called mama to look. The stereo was playing a CD called Scottish Moors, and I was curled up next to the stereo. Mama and daddy still can't figure out how I learned to turn the stereo on, and I am not telling.
Sunday morning when mama and daddy woke up, mama noticed the CD door on the boom box on the dresser was open. She pointed to it, and daddy laughed. Mama closed the door, but when she turned on the radio she kept hearing a funny sound. After a whole day, mama realized the fast forward button for the tape player was pushed down, and that is why it was making a funny noise. Gee; I wonder who did that?
April 26th 2011 10:12 am
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This morning before we had breakfast, mama decided to play kitty teasers with me and Gunnie. I was as gracerful as a ballerina. Mama was making the teaser go in circles, and I was spinning and spinning. Then I would stand up on my hind legs and show that teaser who is boss. I attacked Mr. Kitty Teaser over and over. Sometimes Gunnie would jump in my way while I was playing and make me miss catching the teaser.
Later Gunnie started doing high jumps. He is a reckless maniac when he starts jumping. He leaps into the air really high, but then he goes all spastic in the air. He does flips and summersaults and stuff while he is up there, but he has no control when he comes down. Sometimes he lands on me, and today he even smashed into mama. Mama just laughed and kept playing with Gunnie even though he is reckless. My brother is a menace.
April 23rd 2011 3:22 pm
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Jeepers, thanks Catster, but did the diary robot get stuck or did it just take the Eeekster hollerday off?
Thanks again to all my friends who commented on my diary and congratulated me on my DDP today. I hope I have sent personal thanks for all my presents. If I missed anybuddy, it is mama's fault! I love you all THIS much!!
P.S. It's really terble when nothing eksiting happens to write about.
April 22nd 2011 5:16 pm
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I have never knowned a dawg before. I have never even talked to a dawg before, but now I got my first dawg friend. He is BIG. His name is Lobo, and he said he will be my speshul dawg friend. He is a Sherman Jepperd dawg. OK, mama says he is a German Shepherd. It sounds the same to me.
Oooh, oooh, oooh; I am eksitered about having a dawg friend. I hope my brother is jealous.
April 22nd 2011 11:49 am
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Jeepers; it is Good Friday AND I am a DDP! Mama was sure shocked when she opened her e-mailer today and found all the messages from our friends.
I wanna thank all the kitties who sent me presents and commented on my diary entry yesterday. I do think it was one of my better ones...
Mama plans to help me send personal thank-yous for all my presents today because Mother Nature decided mama should stay inside all day.
Yesterday morning it was beautiful and sunny. Mama got up and went outside to work in our yard because it was just too nice not to. Mama spent a couple of hours cutting down the clematis vines (what the heck are those?) and cleaning old dead stuff out of the few flowers that have dared to poke their heads up above the ground.
Around noon it started to rain, so mama was happy to stay inside for the rest of the day. It was cold and rainy when we went to bed. Daddy was supposed to come today, and then on Saturday mama and daddy were taking a day trip to Missoula, which is on the other side of the mountains.
Mama woke up today and looked out the window. Everything was white! There was snow coming out of the sky, and the bushes were all droopy. Mama tried to open the back door to see how deep the snow was. She could only get it open a few inchers. She got the yardstick and measured. There were 16 inchers of snow on the back steps! Mama finally managed to push the door open far enough to squeeze through sideways. I think it was lucky that mama did not put the snow shovel away because she shoveled and shoveled. The snow in other parts of the yard was not so bad except where there were drifts up to mama's waist! Maybe some snow fell off our roof onto the steps. Mama said the snow was perfect for making a snowman, but she did not make one. I wonder why.
It is supposed to get 50 degrees tomorrow, so it will probably be REAL messy. Daddy is not coming for Eeekster, and there will be no trip up over Rogers Pass to Missoula. I do not see a stroller ride for Eeekster neether...
April 21st 2011 4:18 pm
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Gunnie got his bedtime story last night, but I didn’t get one, so this morning I asked Gunnie about when I first came to live here. He told me I was a squirt. He said the day mama met me I did not make a very good impression. Gunnie said I was scared and scratchy, that I had kitty litter stuck in my tail, and I was stinky. I don’t think he could be telling me the truth because does that sound like a Peekaboo princess to you?
Gunnie said my name was Petunia. No, no; that just catnot be. I am the Peekaboo princess! Gunnie said mama first put me in a cage thingie, but I started to claw my way out, so I had to go in the bathroom. Mama did not like this rangement because I was all alone, I was kind of wild, and she thought I needed soshalizing, whatever that means.
It was not long before Gunnie and I had supervised playtimes, but Gunnie said I was just too fun to chase, and I looked like some kind of “rodent.” The nerve of that brother. Rodent, indeed! Anyway, Gunnie said I was fun to chase because I would always run like a scared bunny rabbit. One day mama called the vet clinic in tears; Gunnie would not leave me alone. They said to make me a “safe box” where I could go if Gunnie was chasering me too much. Mama made me a little box with a hole cut in the side. Gunnie said mama thought the hole was too small, so she cut it bigger. Then one day mama found me AND Gunnie inside the box. I even remember that; it was a very small box, and Gunnie was way huger than me, so he was taking up all my space, and I almost suffer-cated.
Gunnie told me that even if I did look like a rodent when I first came here, I turned out OK after all, and he loves me very, very much. These are some of the reasons Gunnie loves me:
I always run when he chases me.
I mostly eat out of my own dishy.
I don’t mind sharing the potty with him.
When he bathes me, I purr and put my arms around his neck.
I make a good pillow when he needs a nap.
I will nap with him in the pet stroller and keep him warm.
I will even sometimes give him a bath and wash his ears.
I know I complain bout my brother cat, but I do love him back. He is a really cool big brother.
P.S. Don’t tell Gunnie I said he is cool…
April 18th 2011 1:20 pm
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Gunnie always calls me a little Tattle "Tail," but I just have to tattle on him this time. Yesterday while mama was finishing up the craft closet, Gunnie found a baggie of catnipshun. It was even in the same room as mama, but she was what she calls "focused," and she did not realize Gunnie was bitering on the plastic baggie with the nip. Pretty soon there was nip everywhere, and my silly brother was rolling around on the floor on his back with a goofy look on his face.
This morning Gunnie was sitting in the bay window in the dining room crying and trying to catch snowflakes. I tried to tell him the snowflakes were OUTSIDE, and he could not catch them, but he would not pay any attenshuns to me. He cried and cried and pawed at the glass trying to catch the snowflakes. Finally he had to admit I was right, so he went off to pout somewhere.
Why won't brothers ever listen?
April 16th 2011 3:47 pm
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Yesterday while mama was in craft closet hell she found three brand new kitty teasers. They all have feathers, and two of them have jingly bells on them. They are the kind with the nice long, wiggly sticks, so they jump around really good!
Mama decided maybe Gunnie and I would leave her alone and let her work if she gave us toys, so she stuck one teaser down on the side of the otter-mun where Gunnie likes to sleep. Gunnie jumped on the otter-mun and started playing with the teaser. He slapped it back and forth and kept jumping up and down on the otter-mun to slap the teaser. All afternoon the teaser stayed hooked in the otter-mun.
Last night I decided to play with the teaser. I smacked it good, and it wiggled really wild back and forth. I sat up on my haunches and boxed the teaser. Then I smacked it some more. I just kept smacking that old teaser until it flipped up and out of the otter-mun and onto the floor. Then I grabbed the stick with my paws and pulled it to me and bunny kicked it. When I got tired of that I chewed on the end of the stick. That got Gunnie all excitered because the feathers were wiggling around on the floor.
I guess it took a real serious girl to smacky-paw that teaser out of the otter-mun and teach it a lesson.
Peekie 1, Gunnie 0, Kitty Teaser 0. I win!!!
April 13th 2011 6:35 pm
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I had another visit with Unkl Dr. Mike. I am doing great, and in two weeks I'm gonna get new medsins. Unkl Dr. found somebuddy who makes the medsin I need in liquid form. It is spensive, so he found two nuther peoples who will share the cost of a giant bottle with mama. Unkl will decide how much medsins I need and mix the medsins with corn oil just for me. I am happy because Unkl told mama the pills are HUGE, and I wouldn't like that.
A sad thing happened while we were waiting to see Unkl. A lady came in with a really old, cripply dawg. The dawg was real scared, and it could not walk very good. The lady was a new client, so the nice peoples gave her some paperwork to fill out. She didn't like that, so she started jerking the leash on the old dawg as she was walking to sit down in the CAT WAITING AREA! The old dawg didn't wanna come with the lady, and she jerked so hard the old dawg fell over on its side, and the lady was dragging the dawg across the floor and did not even know it. Mama was horrified and said something like "Oh, no!" Then the lady stopped and turned around. Poor old dawg got back up and the lady dragged it over to the seats. The lady never petted the dawg or acted like she even liked the poor old thing. It made mama want to cry that somebuddy would be so mean to their own old pet. Later we found out the lady was there for a rabies shot and a city license, so she was probably mad because somebuddy turned her in.
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