May 10th 2011 1:17 pm
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Thanks, diary robot, for choosing me as one of the daily diary picks. Thanks to my friends who sent me presents and congratulations.
Gunnie and I have had some really boring days. Mama has not been feeling very well since Saturday, so mostly Gunnie and I have been taking cares of mama. That means we have to stay out of mischief and nap with mama on the bed almost all day long. We did not get to go for a stroller ride even though the weather was nice. We did not get playtime because mama felt too tired to even wiggle the kitty toys. Yesterday it rained all day, and mama felt really bad, so we stayed on the bed all day except for eating and pottying.
Today mama is feeling better, so she is doing stuff around the house like laundry and a clean kitty potty. Yay!!! Mama said we deserved better than our stinky potty. Whenever mama changes the potty, Gunnie jumps right in and makes pee pee. I don't know he does it. I don't have to potty the minute the potty is clean.
When mama came in the office and turned on the computer, Gunnie jumped into the stroller for a nap. He was being a stroller hog, so I decided to sleep in the Muppet-Gunnarr-Peekie chair. It is a little wicker chair that mama bought for Missy at a yard sale. It costed $3!!! Anyway, it has a baby quilt folded up on the seat, and it is nice and squishy. I picked that chair today, but I decided to hide out underneath some covers, so I burrowed inside where the quilt was foldered. Mama said I looked like a little gopher going into my hole. I slept there for quite awhile, but then I decided Gunnie should not get the whole stroller, so I leaped in right on top of him. Gunnie only thinks he is the boss. Girl cats rule, boy cats drool.
May 7th 2011 10:15 am
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Wednesday I had to go see Unkl Dr. Mike. He felt me all over like he always does to make sure my "bads" were not coming back. Mama checks me almost every day too. She feels my leggies in back and my armpits in the front. After Unkl weighed me and checked me all over, he decidered I could start my new medsins. Unkl found some nuther peoples with pets who would share the cost of a huge bottle of medsins. That was very nice of Unkl to help us like that.
Do not tell Unkl Dr., but I really do love him. He tries so hard to help me. Unkl used my weight to figure out my dose. Then he mixed my new medsins with some yummy corn oil. I already had my nuther medsins that day, so I had to wait until Thursday morning to get my new medsins. When mama started to give me the new medsins Thursday morning, I reached out and got my paws around the syringe and pulled it right to my nose. Yum! Something smelled very yummy. Mama gave me the medsins, and I thought they were good! That made mama very happy. Now I have to take the new medsins one day and the old medsins the next day for two weeks. Then Unkl Dr. wants to wean me (didn't I already do that when I was a kitten?) from the old medsins. Mama is crossing her fingers, and I am crossing my paws that the new medsins will control my "bads" for the rest of my life.
Now, about that challenge. Member when I said mama put the big rubber band on the jewelry box? Well, this morning mama was trying to sleep in, but it was not working. Gunnie was rattling the closet doors, and mama kept yelling at him. Then he would run off and come back in a few minutes and do it again. Then mama heard anuther noise. She looked over and saw me working on getting the jewelry box open. My fluffy booty was planted right in the middle of the dressing table, and I was going "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" on the door trying to get it open and get my pretty, sparkly jewels out to play with. I was thinking about plan B because the whooshing was not working at all, but then mama yelled real loud at me. I skittered off the dressing table, and things went flying in all directions. I guess I will have to lay low for awhile until mama forgets about it.
When mama turned on the radio, the CD door on the boom box was open again, and the tape player was fast forwarding...again. Mama does not think that was me because I am not a high jumper. My leggies are too short, and my body is heavy. Mama thinks it was Gunnie because he is a real good jumper, and he is always getting into truble just like me. How about that; a double bill?
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?
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