Tales of the Peekaboo Princess

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Thanks!

February 17th 2011 12:50 pm
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I just wanna thank all the wonderful kitties who sent me Valentine's Day presents. My page looks gorgeous with all those hearts and flowers!

 

10.58!

February 15th 2011 8:15 pm
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That is how much I weighed today when I went to see Unkl Dr. Mike! Mama says she does not know why I don't kick Gunnie's butt when we wrestle. Well, I could, but I am a princess, and it is not very princessy to kick anykitty's butt. Besides, mostly you have to let the boys THINK they are winning.

I got a good report today, and I got to wear my blingy diamond and sapphire paw charm, AND mama got me and Gunnie more Forti-Flora. YAY! We love our dirt.

Daddy was here over the weekend, and on Monday afternoon he and mama got out a bunch of kitty "outfits," hats and stuff and made me and Gunnie try each one of them on. Uh-oh...I think there may be some upcoming photo shoots. I gotta say I looked pretty cute in Missy Mups' Miss Liberty tiara, and I even wored the Mardi Gras masks that belonged to Missy. Gunnie didn't do such a good job. Mama called him a "wiggle worm." What's a wiggle worm?

 

DDP Today

February 3rd 2011 1:39 pm
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Jeepers! I am a DDP today. I do not know if it is my stylish outfit, my purrsonality, or my great writering that gets me these Catster honors. Maybe, just maybe it is my subject matter lately. Anyway, thanks Catster, and thank you to my kitty friends who have commented and sent me presents. It is much appreciated and makes my page so much prettier. Congratulations to all the other daily diary picks!

 

EEEEEKKKK!!!

February 1st 2011 10:25 am
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This morning it was 20 degrees below zero here. In Havre where my daddy lives when he is not here with us, it was, depending on who you listened to, anywhere from 36 degrees below zero to 41 degrees below zero, and that is without any wind. BRRRRRRR...

Gunnie and I get to visit Unkl Dr. Mike today. I hope it warms up, but at least I went potty late last night, and it was not so bad, so mama is hoping I won't have to go again until after we get home. That means I probably will not need another bath, so I won't have to go outside with damp furs.

Mama promised she will get some yummy Forti-Flora from Unkl Dr. Mike for us. It is delishus stuff that helps your good tummy bugs. I catnot wait!

Gunnie gets to wear the Pendleton coat because he does not have as much furs as me, and he just sits in his carrier. I burrow down under the covers in my carrier, I have more furs than Gunnie, and mama says I am getting pretty "stout." Does that mean I am extra fluffy?

 

Popsicle?

January 31st 2011 7:16 pm
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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!

January 28th 2011 12:29 pm
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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

January 23rd 2011 1:33 pm
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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!

January 20th 2011 10:21 am
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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

January 16th 2011 12:43 pm
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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!

January 15th 2011 10:51 am
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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!

 
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