Tales of the Peekaboo Princess

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Priceless Versus Pricey!

November 6th 2010 6:03 pm
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I have been a sick little princess. A couple of weeks ago I got very, very sick. Mama made grampster take me to Best Friends Animal Hospital, and my doctor, unkl Mike, called mama and said something "weird" was going on with my leg, and he wanted to operate on me the next day. Mama could have brought me home and taken me back, but (I can't believe this) she said it would be easier on me and on Gunnie if I stayed there so mama could "rescue" me after my operation. It was very terrible; I was scared and hid under my blankie all day. Then the next day I got real sleepy, and when I woke up my leg felt funny. Mama came and took me home after she paid lots of $$$$ to get me back. ;)

I was so happy to be home. Gunnie told me I smelled funny, but he was very nice to me. He didn't hiss or slap at me, and he didn't chase me either. It was a good thing because I could still run WAY too fast for him to catch me. My leg looked funny; it had stitches and staples all down the back of my leg, but it felt fine. Mama tried to get me to settle down, but I was so glad to be home, and I wanted to explore everywhere and make sure everything was the same as before. I have been a very good girl, and I actually cry for my medicine every morning. Gunnie and I did work on the staples, but unkl saw me for something called a "postop check" and said I had stitches in my skin underneath the staples anyway. My leg is healing up fine, and I get my staples out next week. Gunnie is chasering me around the house again, and we wrestle just like we did before.

The bad news is I have something called eosinophilic granulomatous disease complex. From what Unkl said, I have the linear kind. Unkl and mama do not know what caused it. It can be from allergens (something I breathed, touched, or ate) or genetic. Unkl sent some of the nasty stuff that was in my leg to a pathologist,and it was just what he thought.

We are all hoping (me most of all) that it never comes back, but mama and Unkl are ready with a plan if it does. For now, I am a happy little precious princess. I have a mama and daddy who love me very much and a brother who bathes me, sleeps with me, and lets me shove him away from the food dishes when we eat. What more could a princess want?

 

Catnipshun

October 2nd 2010 3:09 pm
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Ummmmm...I think I'm in trouble. Last night I was rolling around on the dining room carpet acting all goofy. Mama was looking at the mail and reading the newsypaper. I kept rolling back and forth, getting up, saying "trrrrrriiiiiiiillllll," and then throwing myself on the carpet again and rolling around. Mama was watching me and thought it was real cute until something caught her eye. Mama got up from the table and went to investigate. It was in the corner. It was in a bag. Well, it HAD been in a bag, but the bottom of the bag was all ripped out, and there were toofie marks all over it. There was stuff all over the carpet. It was mine and Gunnie's catnipshun. It is special because mama grows it for us. She takes care of it all summer. When it starts to get tall mama harvests it. She brings the stems inside and sits and carefully cuts off each little leaf. Then mama dries our catnipshun until all the little leaves are very, very hard. When it is dry, she puts it in a plastic baggie to keep it fresh and yummy for me and Gunnie. Mama planned to give us catnipshun now and then all winter long, but there is lots and LOTS of catnipshun on the floor in the corner. Mama turned and gave me the "look," but I tried to look as innercent as possible. I hoped maybe mama would think Gunnie did it, but I was too drunk on the catnipshun for mama to believe it was not me.

Woe is me; I am a bad, bad little girl. Next time, mama, please do not leave the baggie where I can find it. I am just a little nipaholic, and I catnot resist.

 

Deeeeee-stressing

September 30th 2010 3:26 pm
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We are having Indian Summer here in Big Sky Country! Mama is starting a new job soon, and there are lots and lots of things she has to do, rearranging something called bank accounts and deductions, training, getting new equiper-ments, signing up for health benefits (what's a benefit?), and stuff like that. Things have been crazy here, and our house is messy with mama trying to work at her old job and get ready for the new job, daddy coming and going, mama and daddy running off for the day sometimes, and me and Gunnie leaving our toys all over the house.

Mama says she has too much stress. She needs to do something called deeeeee-stressing. Know how she does it? She plays with Gunnie and me. She harvests our catnipshun and sits at the table cutting all the little leaves off. She plays games with us. She brushes my gorgeous long soft fur. She takes us for stroller rides. Yay, stroller rides!

Yesterday mama worked 10 hours with two coffee breaks. Then she scooped me up before I could get very bizzy and run off and put me in the stroller. Zip! went the zipper. Then mama got Gunnie and stuffed him into the stroller real quick before I could jump out and run off. Away we went out the back door, down the driverway, and out into the beautiful Indian Summer day. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the breeze was warm on mama's face and our fur.

I have never seen fall before. I was not even borned last fall. The trees are starting to turn cool colors. I like the red viney stuff and the neighbors' little tree that turned red. Gunnie says it looks like Howl-ween blood. EEEK! My favorite trees are the golden ones. I love how they look against the blue sky. I think they are very beeee-utiful.

I wish we had a punkin patch I could sit in. I would be real sneaky and hide in it and watch everything out there in the dark. Mama says some day when she gets to reee-tire, maybe we can have a garden with a punkin patch, and I can have the biggest punkin all for my very own.

 

Thank You!

September 4th 2010 8:15 pm
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Jeepers, thanks to all the kitties who have been leaving those cool kitty hearts on my page. It makes it look so nice. Thank you for thinking of me!

 

Super Strollering

August 29th 2010 5:02 pm
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We had a special stroll yesterday. Mama wanted to take me and Gunnie to the Pet Paw-See adoptathon at Petco. Gunnie and I were both adopted through the Pet Paw-See, and mama wanted everybody to see how gorgeous Gunnie and I are. Gunnie is sleek and tigery with copper eyes; I am the Peekaboo Princess with my gorgeous green eyes, the softest fur, and a huge silver and black fox tail. Mama and daddy packed me and Gunnie into the car, put the stroller in the trunk, and away we went to Petco. We weren't thrilled with strolling in Petco. It was crowded and noisy, and some silly old lady kept scaring me. She insisted on putting her face right down to the stroller and saying silly things. I finally got so tired of it, I tried to go under our cushion. The good part is mama and daddy let us watch the birdies and some things called ferrets. The ferrets were very strange. One had cooties because he kept scratching and scratching himself. We were glad he was behind glass!

My foster mama, Debbie, from the Pet Paw-See was happy to see what a beautiful girl I am, and she gave me and Gunnie each a gift bag. The bags had crinkly foil toys, a little can of Fancy Feast, and some treats. Daddy wanted to look at the stuff Michaels had out on the sidewalk, so we got to go shopstering! Gunnie doesn't love shopstering as much as I do, I guess. He looked bored.

After the adoptathon and outdoor shopstering, mama and daddy took us to Gibson Park. It is a very beautiful park, the best one in Great Falls. There is a huge duck pond with fountains in it and a beautiful flower garden. Mama wanted us to see the ducks. Then she started thinking about the geese and goose poop (diary robot, are you listening? I said POOP!) Mama decided we should not go anywhere near the pond with our stroller. We headed toward the flower garden, and there was a bride and groom and all their attendants taking pictures in the garden, so we could not stroll there. Instead we went somewhere Gunnie loved; the skate park. It is a really good skate park, and there are always boys and girls there with scooters and skateboards doing tricks. Mama and daddy sat down to watch, and Gunnie was pretty interested in it too. Peekaboo princesses are not really interested in stinky boys doing tricks on their skateboards. Finally it was time to head back to the car. Mama had to pollergize to daddy for running our stroller tire through...you guessed it; goose POOP! Daddy found a stick to get most of the poop off. Then back at the car mama used a napkin to scrub the tire. Then when we got back home Gunnie and I took a nap while daddy started dinner, and mama got to give the stroller tire a bath with soap and water and then straight bleach. Goose poop is BAD!

P.S. We had some Fancy Feast and some treats. Mama gave us the crinkle toys, but she had to throw them in the garbage because my brother, Gunnarr T. Goofy, insisted on trying to eat his! Brothers can be such a trial.

 

Never Take a Dare

August 27th 2010 9:18 pm
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Thursday morning Gunnie and I were sleeping with mama and daddy. It was still kinda of dark. Gunnie said to me, "Hey, Peekster. Bet you can't jump through that hole up there." Gunnie was pointing to a hole in the cabinets over mama and daddy's bed. I hate it when my brother dares me, so I said "Betcha I can!" I got up and climbed onto daddy. Then I sat up and gauged the distance to the hole. I took a deep kitty breath and launched myself straight up toward the hole. I hit the "hole" which was really a mirror on the front of the cabinet. Daddy said later he heard "scrabble, scrabble" as I tried to find something to hang onto. Then I fell like a rock. Kerplunk!!!! right onto daddy's face.

Daddy screamed, mama woke up and wondered what happened, I leaped off the bed and ran like, well you know...while Gunnie rolled on the bed laughing his head off. Daddy was saying Owww, owww, owww, and mama was saying "what happened?" When daddy told her, she said "Is Peekie OK?" Then mama got up and came to find me. I was OK, just kind of m-barrassed, and it turned out daddy's face was not broken after all.

I will get you for this, Gunnie.

 

Miss Howling Woof

August 8th 2010 3:55 pm
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Hey, everykitty. Did you read Hazel Lucy's diary? Her mama ordered a calming collar for her, and it worked!

Mama ordered a calming collar for me for our next road trip. If it works mama, daddy, and Gunnie will have to quit laughing and calling me Miss Howling Woof.

My new collar will be made in Peekaboo pink bandana, and Hazel Lucy was right; they will give you 10% off just for typing "Hazel Lucy" in the coupon code box! How cool is that?

The collars are sort of spensive, but the nice lady who invented them says if you only use your collar "sometimes" and put it away in a bag in a dark place, it could last a whole year. I catnot wait to get mine and try it out. I just hope Gunnie won't want to wear it; he doesn't look good in pink, and I am NOT sharing!

 

Mouse in the House!

August 4th 2010 7:32 pm
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This afternoon mama was sitting at the dining room table reading the paper and looking at the mail. I was in the kitchen. Mama heard "bumpa, bumpa, bumpa." She said to me, "Peekie, stop that!" I tried to tell her I was not doing anything. Mama returned to her reading and heard "bumpa, bumpa, bumpa." "Peekie, stop that!" Mama got up to see what I was playing with, but I was sitting next to the dishy-wishy washer like a perfect angel. While mama was looking right at me, we heard "bumpa, bumpa, bumpa."

Uh-oh! I tried to tell mama we had a mousie, but she would not listen to me. Mama called grampster and told him we had a mousie. Grampster did not sound like he wanted to come play with a mousie, but he arrived a few minutes later wearing big heavy leather gloves.

That is when Gunnie and I got a trip to the bathroom. Mama shut the door and locked us in. She said she was sorry, but she did not want me and Gunnie chasing a real mousie through the house.

After the mousie was gone, mama told us what happened. She got a flasherlight and a bucket of water. Then grampster pulled out the bottom "junk" drawer next to the dishy-wishy washer. EEEEEK!!! There was the mousie! Grampster grabbed the mousie and pulled him out from under the cabinet, but the mousie squirmed and squirted out of grampster's gloves. The gloves were big, and grampster covered the mousie with both hands, grabbed him, and plopped him into the bucket of water. Mama took the bucket outside just in case the mousie could somehow get out.

Mousies are very cute, but they are destructive. Mama says they open your food like cereal and crackers and eat it without permission. They chew on your couch and use the nice soft stuff to make nests and have babies. They are not potty trained, so they make a mess in your house. The worst thing is they can carry a deadly disease called hantavirus. They tested the mousies in our area a few years ago, and 30% of them were hantavirus carriers.

Soooo, the mousie is at the bridge. He doesn't have any diseases, and he is playing with our cat angel friends. They can chase him and even catch him, but they will never hurt him.

Mama says I am a heroine just like my big sister, Muppet. We both told mama we had mousies. Oh, and where was Gunnie? He was sound asleep in the stroller.

 

No More Trill and Run

July 12th 2010 3:40 pm
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I had one habit that frustrated mama. When she would start to pick me up, I would trill and then run away. I wasn't scared; it was a fun game to play. Mama didn't think it was fun. It made her sad because she wanted to hold and cuddle me and stroke my beautiful soft fur.

Then one day Gunnie got sick and had to go to the hospital. I looked for him and called for him, but he was gone. I went to mama and stood on my hind legs and asked "Mama, where is Gunnie? I miss him. Can I sit on your lap?" Mama picked me up and held me and cuddled me and stroked my fur and kissed me. I purred and purred and purred. The next time mama tried to pick me up, I still trilled, but I didn't run away. I let her pick me up and hold me like a baby.

Mama thought I would start playing the trill and run game again when Gunnie came home that evening, but I decided I like being cuddled and rocked and held like a baby. Now mama and I are both happy because mama gets to hold me like a baby and cuddle and kiss me, and I am happy because mama loves me SO much and shows it.

I would never wish anything bad to happen to Gunnie, but thanks Gunnie for getting sick and showing me it is OK not to run off when somebody wants to love on you.

Gunnie is back to his old self, runnin and gunnin and leaping on me and wrestling. Some day when I'm all grown up, I'll show my brother just what I'm made of and it ain't all sugar and spice.

 

Home Alone

June 27th 2010 7:19 pm
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Gunnie and I spent our first night home alone on Saturday. Mama got up early Saturday morning and went to be with daddy in Ft. Benton, Montana. Each summer the people of Ft. Benton put on Summer Celebration, a weekend of fun, food, entertainment, and SHOPSTERING! Daddy has been doing the craft show, called Art on the Levee, for about 20 years. He takes his big canvas trader's tent and all his woodworking, beads, and other stuff people like to buy and sets up at the edge of the park. Mama spends the day shopstering and watching the parade. Then mama and daddy have dinner and take a walk around the town. Ft. Benton is a quiet little town, and there are some very old houses there. Mama and daddy almost always find a house they think is, as Gunnie would say "way cool," but delapidated and talk about how they would fix it up. It is a fun game they play.

Sometimes mama and daddy have dinner at the Grand Union, a hotel that opened in 1882. It is very spensive, and mama and daddy were not impressed with the new chef the last time they ate there, so now they have a picnic instead.

Mama says Ft. Benton is probably the only place that people can "reserve" a roast chickie at the grocery store. Daddy usually orders a chickie on Friday when he gets to town and sets up. This year he called mama and said "no chickens." Mama was quite put out because the chickie man decided to go on vacation during Summer Celebration. Daddy decided mama should bring the barbecue, and they could cook their own dinner in the park. After the show, daddy closed up the tent, and he and mama started looking for a picnic table. Every single one except for a concrete one that was being used was gone, so mama and daddy barbecued and ate inside daddy's big tent. They laughed about how their dinner was done just the way they wanted. Now daddy's tent smells like Beer Baron sausages. YUM!!

At the end of the evening mama and daddy watched the fireworks. They shoot them off from an old bridge over the river, and it is a very, very spectacular show. Mama said just before the fireworks started, the moon started to show above the treetops. It was full or almost full, almost as golden as a harvest moon, and once it got above the treetops, it made a beautiful wave of light on the river.

There was a street dance going on until 1:30 a.m. Boy, those people in Ft. Benton sure know how to party. After that, mama and daddy were parked on a main "racing" street, and there were lots of people walking past on their way home from the dance. They were all happy because they had been having fun. Some of them were playing Marco Polo, and they were funny and made mama giggle. Mama had to come home to get some sleep.

Meanwhile, Grampster was supervising me and Gunnie. When mama talked to grampster, she asked if grampster saw me when he came to our house. He said yes, but I would not let him touch me. Mama asked if he loved on Gunnie. Grampster said "Yes, he DEMANDED it!" Poor Gunnie, mama always says he is a dog in cat fur.

When mama got home, she walked through the house looking to see if we had done anything naughty. We didn't do much; nothing that broke anything. We must have leaped on the ottoman and skidded on the top because the cushion was on the floor. The pillow on the chair was "askew," and the nice throw that was draped over the arm of the chair was in a heap on the floor. We didn't knock over any lamps or do potty naughties or anything, but we were very, very lonely while mama was gone. It was the very first time either of us slept without mama since we adopted her.

Gunnie and I talked it over. We decided mama catnot go anywhere without us anymore...not even to Summer Celebration.

Mama did bring us a present from Art on the Levee. It is a giant white bunny fur mousie with a leather tail (or is that tale?). Anyway, we fought over the toy. Mama would dangle it, and I would run over, but Gunnie would rush by me and grab the toy in his paws. Mama got on the phone and called daddy and asked him to get another giant mousie so Gunnie and I could each have a toy. That turned out to be a good idea because the white mousie is HUGE, and he is already missing in action. Mama catnot find him anywhere, and we are not telling where we put him. So, until we find our white mousie or daddy brings the new mousie, we are giant mousie-less.

 
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