January 5th 2011 10:36 am
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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...
January 3rd 2011 3:00 pm
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Jeepers, the new year is just starting, and already I've been stood up. I had a pointment with Dr. Unkl Mike this afternoon, and Robin from Best Friends Animal Hospital called and said Dr. Unkl has "meetings" this afternoon and catnot see me. I do not understand how "meetings" could be more important than a date with Precious Princess Peekie.
I pouted for awhile, but it didn't help any, so I decided to take a nap in our stroller while mama is doing some things in the office. Now mama says I have to go tomorrow. At least I get to ride in the new truck before Gunnie, AND I get to wear my Peekaboo pink harness with my new paw charm with the diamonds and sapphires.
December 23rd 2010 4:50 pm
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Woohoo! I am one year old today! I am a big girl! Oooh, ooooh; I am so excited. I got presents from my friends and speshul snuggle time with mama. Even Gunnie was "sorta" speshul nice to me today.
Do I need a middle name? Gunnie has one. His middle name is Tiger. He only uses T because Gunnarr Tiger does not sound cool enough. Mama thought about giving me a middle name when I was first dopted. Daddy was not that keen on the name mama came up with, so I never got my middle name.
Today while mama was having a speshul snuggle with me on my first birthday, she did lots of thinking, thinking bout how important loving with your whole heart is even if you might get hurt. Mama's eyes started to leak when she thought bout how much she loves me. Mama thinks I am very beautiful. I have a perfect tabby M on my forehead. Then mama started thinking about the legend of the Tabby M. Missy Mups first heard the legend of the tabby M from the great Louis LeBeau. If you have not heard the story, it is about the tabby cat who was blessed by Mary because the little cat comforted baby Jesus when he was crying. Mary blessed the tabby with an M on its forehead. Mama's favorite candidate for my middle name was "Marie." Mama thought Peekaboo Marie would be a very good name to yell at me when I was being naughty. Naughty; me? Mama thought about the tabby M, and it suddenly struck her that Marie is the French equivalent of Mary.
So what does everykitty think? Should I be Peekaboo Marie?
December 22nd 2010 4:34 pm
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I know if I do not write bout this stuff, Gunnie will tattle on me, so I might as well confess.
The other day I was trying to get the potty just right. I am kind of particular bout the potty. I catnot go if it is not perfect. Mama was washing her face, and she could hear me scratching real serious in the potty. Just as mama turned around to look, I got my right front paw in the litter just right and fired a double handful of kitty litter straight out the end. See, mama bought a fancy potty for me and Gunnie. It is shaped like a Victorian slipper tub. It has rounded corners (the better for daddy not to catch his toe on cause our bathroom is small), and it is higher at one end and not very high at the other end. Mama thought it would be good for baby kitties like me. Ha! I did not need a baby kitty potty. From the very beginning I could leap into the potty without help. Anyway, I didn't mean to aim for the lowest part when I flung the litter. It just happened. Mama screamed when she saw how much litter went all over the bathroom floor. The screaming didn't bother me much because I finally had the potty just the way I wanted it, and I really had to go.
Yesterday mama went to town. She came home with two black furry cat toys. Later mama was sitting at the table, and I saw the cat toys under the table. They had these cool zippers with little black furry ball thingies hanging off of them. I started batting at the balls. Then I pulled on them. They moved a little bit like they were trying to get away from me, so I started biting at the big part. I didn't notice him at first, but Gunnie was lounging on his couch, and he was laughing behind his paw. He couldn't even hide his laughing when mama yelled at me, "Peekie, those are my new slippers, NOT kitty playthings!" I was so embarrassed; I had no idea they weren't new Kissmouse toys, and they were VERY fun to play with.
This morning mama straightened up the house, and she took the new cat toys, errrrrrrr, slippers and put them in a corner in the bedroom. This afternoon mama could see "something" lying in the middle of the hall. When she got closer, she could see it was one of the new cat toys, errrrrrrr, slippers. Mama looked in the bedroom, and the other cat toy, errrrrrrr, slipper was also not where she left it. Busted again! I tried to tell her Gunnie did it, but she would not believe me. My punishment was to be picked up and held and cuddled and kissed while mama laughed at me for my mistake. Gunnie, you could have warned me...
December 19th 2010 6:19 pm
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I know I asked Santa Claws for a Peekaboo pink roadster for Kissmouse, but I have another wish. This one is important-er and special-er.
I have five brothers and sisters. Three of my brothers still do not have homes. We were born on December 23, 2009, so we are almost one year old. It makes me happy that I have my forever home and a sorta brother, Gunnarr T, to love but sad that Dozer, Choo Choo Charlie, and Tres have not found somebody to love and take care of them.
Please, Santa, help my brothers find forever homes. I promise to be a good girl forever...
December 16th 2010 11:00 am
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Gunnie and I are not supposed to know this, but daddy is bringing us special Kissmouse presents. Mama told me she was talking to Santa Claws, but I could hear daddy's voice.
Mama said she called Santa Claws last night. At least that was who she said she was leaving a message for. She told "Santa" that I had been leapstering up on the tall dresser and stealing a piece of sheared beaver. Mama put it up high because Gunnie stole it a few times, and mama says it is not our toy. I could not resist the super softness of the fur, so I took my new toy and coyote trotted past mama all sneaky-like while she was watching televishun. Mama thought I had our giant bunny fur mousie, so she ignored me. Gunnie was right behind me, and mama heard some noises in the dining room. Then pretty soon I came coyote trotting back through the living room all sneaky-like again carrying my kill. Later when mama went down the hall and turned on the light, there was the beaver fur piece on the floor. Oh-oh; busted! Mama knows once I decide something is fun to play with I will not leave it alone, so mama asked "Santa" to bring me some beaver pieces for Kissmouse. I don't think Santa has beaver furs, but I know daddy does. He has lots and lots of little pieces, so I think I will get my Kissmouse presents.
When mama lost her job, she had a bunch (40 years worth) of service pins. They had teensy stones in them, diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires. Just looking at them made mama mad, so she asked daddy if the stones were worth taking out. Daddy said he would take them to his jeweler in Havre, Montana. I was not supposed to hear this, but this morning mama and daddy were talking on the phone, and daddy took the pins to the jeweler and got credit for the 10 karat gold pins. Now the lady is taking the stones out. Daddy looked through her books and found two sterling silver kitty paw charms. The lady is ordering the charms and will put the stones into them for me and Gunnie. I get the diamonds and emeralds, and Gunnie gets the sapphires in his charm. Mama looked so happy when daddy told her we were getting special Kissmouse charms. Now the pins that made mama mad and sad are all gone, and the good parts will be in something special. I can't wait to see my charm. I bet the emeralds will match my eyes!
December 12th 2010 3:55 pm
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Yesterday mama and daddy took me and Gunnie to meet Santa Claws. Oh, his suit ws so pretty. It was red and white and oh, so soft! Gunnie was naughty when we did the drop and shop at Best Friends Animal Hospital, so I got to meet Santa Claws first. Mama filled out a form, and then when Santa came out and sat in his chair mama opened my carrier and got me out. She took me to Santa and told him I am a very shy but very gentle kitty. I was wearing my Peekaboo pink harness with my Peekaboo pink Home Again tag with my name on the back. Santa took me in his arms very gently and held me with his big white-gloved hands. It was a little scary. Santa said I was purring, and mama knew it was not because I was so happy, but I calmed myself down. There was a lady there. She had a camera and kept pointing it at me like mama does. I heard a clicking noise, and I thought maybe mama and daddy had the laser light toy. I kept looking and looking all around for it. Then I realized mama and daddy were calling my name. Then the lady with the camera handed daddy a fishy pole. Boy, that got my attention. I got lots of pictures taken, and then mama came and took me from Santa. I got to tell Santa that I wanted a Peekaboo pink roadster for Kissmouse because I am such a good girl. Santa started to laugh, and then we all laughed too because he said a PINKaboo pink roadster?" I guess Peekaboo pink is too hard for Santa Claws to say. I love him anyway. He is very nice, and he never told me no when I tried to hide under his arm.
After I was safe in my carrier again, Gunnie got his pictures taken. Then mama and daddy went over to look at our pictures. We each have at least two really good pictures with Santa Claws, so we are getting all the pictures on a CD.
As we were leaving, mama said to daddy, Wouldn't it be neat if GT and Peekie could get their picture taken with Santa together, one in each arm? Daddy said he didn't think Santa could handle that...
Santa never said he would bring me my Peekaboo pink roadster, but he did not say he wouldn't either, so I am still dreaming of a Peekaboo pink Kissmouse.
December 9th 2010 12:27 pm
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This morning Gunnie was pawing and gnawing at the new brown couch bed. Mama yelled at him to stop, so he climbed in and snuggled down all comfy. I strolled over and threw myself down next to the bed. I tried to tease Gunnie into a wrestling match, but it was very disappointing. All he did was reach out and kiss me on the lips! No wrestling match.
I wandered off and decided to nap on my beautiful seafoam green couch bed. I got in, but then I could see the very end of Gunnie's wiggler wand string thingie sticking out from under my couch. I stood up and started pawing at the edge trying to get the string thingie out. I got ahold of it with my teeth, but then when I pawed at it again, I lost the end of the string thingie, and it went back under my couch. Mama was watching me the whole time. She says I almost stood on my head trying to paw up the edge and get the string thingie out. Finally I got it with my teeth again and pulled most of the long string thingie out onto the couch bed. I played with it for about five seconds, but then I was bored because it was too easy. I trilled and then scampered off to play with something else for awhile.
Meanwhile, Gunnie was sleeping in his brown couch bed. Boooorrrrring...
December 8th 2010 7:14 pm
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Saturday mama and daddy left us alone for most of the day while they went to some Kissmouse celebrations in Virgelle and Ft. Benton, Montana. I guess they felt guilty about leaving me and Gunnie home alone all day because when they got home, they had presents!
There was a cool brown "couch" bed. Gunnie said it was his because I already have a beautiful seafoam green one that matches my eyes. I never believe what my big brother tells me, so while he was sniffing around the new couch, I jumped in and curled up. Gunnie started pouting and told me the new bed was his. I just looked at him and stayed in the new couch.
Awhile later I heard a clicking sound and ran to daddy. Daddy started laughing because it was the clicker on the laser light toy. This one was even better than the one with the dead batteries; it had special thingies on it to make the light a tree, snowman, bell, or snowflake. Daddy tried every single one, and Gunnie and I loved them all. Daddy thought it was funny that I knew he was getting out the laser toy before I even saw it.
We played for a long time with daddy, and then he put the light away in a tray in the kitchen. The next morning mama got up and walked out into the living room. She made daddy come and look. Right in the middle of the floor was the laser light toy.
Me? No, ummmmm; I have no idea how it got there. Nope, absolutely no idea whatsoever.
December 2nd 2010 3:29 pm
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Any princess who has dirty brothers or even just one dirty brother knows they need a good bath now and then. This afternoon Gunnie was sleeping on the bed. Mama was walking down the hall when she heard me trill. I guess I had to say something because I had just discovered how dirty my brother was. I walked over and started washing him. Gunnie woke up and tried to leave, so I had to put my arm over him and hold him down while I gave his face a good wash. Then I noticed the insides of his ears. YUCK! Grammie would have said you could plant taters in his ears. I started washing the insides of Gunnie's ears, but he had other ideas. He wanted to wrestle, but I said "No, Gunnie T; you are getting your ears washed!" He let me sort of finish, but then he started trying to wash me. I laid down next to him, well partly on him, and we washed each other's faces REALLY good. Then Gunnie thought my ears were dirty. Perish the thought! Princesses do NOT have dirty ears. Gunnie washed my ears anyway, and I let him just so his feelings wouldn't get hurt. We laid there for awhile washing and keeping our arms around each other. Mama just stood there and enjoyed watching everything we did. She called it "interacting," but she was wrong. We were just taking a bath together. Once we got clean, there was a wrestling match. I am just about Gunnie's size now, but I am froofy and he is all muscle, so he is stronger. Most times I could get away, but I usually let him win. He gives up when I just lay there and look bored. Then when he is not on high alert, I escape, and the chase is on. We could do that all day with a few naps in between. I guess having a dirty brother is pretty fun after all.
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