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!
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
June 21st 2010 7:25 pm
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Mama says our staycation is becoming more of a workcation. Today after she did errands in town, mama decided Gunnie and I should have our first campster lesson. Mama put a potty in the campster. Then mama made a HUGE mistake. She put me and Gunnie in the same carrier and tried to lug us down to the campster. We were too heavy, and we were dancing around inside and rocking the carrier. Mama said her arm almost fell off before we got to the campster even though it is not very far.
Mama let me and Gunnie out of the carrier. Mama was trying to be real casual about it all, so she got out her little player and started listening to an audio book. Gunnie and I were exploring, sniffing, and climbing on things. Mama decided to go to the bedroom and see if we would come in and get on the bed with her. Nope. It was too exciting out in the kitchen and living room part. Then Gunnie found the potty and tried it out. It was silly. Mama kept telling him what a good boy he was...just for going pee in the potty. Big deal.
Mama was relaxing on the bed when she heard a big thump. She got up and came out to see what we were doing. She could find me, but Gunnie had vanished. Then mama heard wailering from behind the couch. She got on the couch and looked behind. Yeppers, Gunnie was trapped behind the couch. It makes into a bed, but mama was worried she might squish Gunnie with the bed. Mama tried to get Gunnie by his scruff. I managed to hide my giggling behind a paw when my brother would not fit through the hole to get out.
Mama wondered why she did not bring her cell phone, but she did not have it, so she had to trot over to grampster's house. Before mama left to get grampster, she put me back in the carrier so I could not get into trouble too. Grampster came back with mama. Gunnie was wailering for help. Finally grampster held parts of the couch up while mama climbed on top, grabbed Gunnie by his scruff and pulled him to safety. Boy was Gunnie's face red. He thinks he is a man cat, but he was wailering for help like a kitten. Mama held Gunnie for awhile and made sure he wasn't hurt Then she let him go, and he stalked off with as much dignity as he could muster which was not much.
Mama was probably thinking how glad she was that the excitement was over for the evening when she went back to the bedroom to listen to her book some more. Later she heard another noise and came back out to check. Gunnie was there, but mama could not find me. She looked all around the campster and called my name but no Peekie. Then mama climbed on the couch and looked behind it again. Yeppers, there I was looking kind of scared but not making a peep. It took three tries, but mama finally got me by the scruff and pulled me up through the hole. We were both glad I am still slim enough to fit through the hole.
The good news is Gunnie and I both learned a lesson, and we settled down after that and were good kits. I think if mama gave us a grade on our first campster lesson, it would be a D. Mama is hoping we will do better next time. Maybe...
June 20th 2010 10:34 am
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Thank you, Catster diary lady, for picking me today. I promise not to put anything inappropriate (whatever that means) in my diary.
Mama and Gunnie and I are on a staycation. We finally at least have spring here, and Gunnie and I have been getting to stroller around the neighborhood when mama is not pulling weeds, hauling mulch, decorating the flower gardens, and running the grass eating monster.
Our daddy is near Forsyth, Montana, in what is known as the Rosebud country, at the Quigley Shoot. It was started after the movie called Quigley Down Under. Daddy said people come from all over the world to the shoot, and there are 600 shooters there this year. Daddy said they started practicing about 6 a.m. yesterday before the competition, and daddy had his booth open until about 7 p.m. last night. We won't see daddy when he leaves the shoot because he is going home to Havre through Billings, Montana. Course, we miss our daddy a lot because he has to be a part-time daddy, but we are still lucky because we have both mama and daddy to love us.
GOOD MEWS! Our big catputer is on its way back from Nevada. Uncle Gary put in more memory, a new graphics card, three new fans with green lights, and installed Windows 7 and all mama's programs that will work with Windows 7. He did all this between Thursday evening and Saturday morning and took our catputer to the UPS store yesterday morning. Mama is jumping up and down to have the big catputer back. Gunnie and I don't understand any of this, but if it makes mama happy, we want it too.
Wait a minute! Gunnie just told me getting the big catputer back means we will not have the laptop catputer case to play with anymore. The zipper thingies on it are so fun, and when it is open I like to sleep in it, although mama worries my fluffy fox tail will get stuck in the velcro.
Gunnie and I hope everkitty is having a fun weekend. Maybe we will get to go strollering later today. :)
June 15th 2010 5:56 pm
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Missy Mups had bunny skins, beautiful painted bunny skins. One was a tiger, one was a zebra, one was a snow leopard, and one looked amazingly like Missy's brown and gray stripes and spots. Mama tried to give them to me when I was just a baby. She would drape them over me when it was cool. Instead of snuggling down in them, I would attack them. Mama thought Missy wouldn't like that, so she put the bunnies away. Mama had some regular little gray bunny skins. She gave me the worst one, but I didn't like it much. It has been draped over my fleece-lined cradle for weeks now, and I never paid any attention to it.
Today mama came out of the office and saw "something" on the living floor. She walked over, and it was my gray bunny skin in a heap in the middle of the living room floor. Mama smiled, picked up the bunny skin, and draped it over a chair. Mama headed for the kitchen where she found a little pile of white and gray fluff. It was a piece of the bunny skin. Mama looked at me, but I pretended not to know how the bunny fur got there.
While mama was working away in the office, I got SO hungry I had to kill the bunny for food just like a wild tigress. After I killed the bunny, I dragged my kill out so Gunnie would not take my bunny "dinner." I guess while I was wrestling with the bunny, I pulled a piece of his hide off. Now it is the perfect toy. I pick it up and run around the house with the piece of bunny fur in my mouth. Mama never scolded me because the bunny was mine, all mine, and she knew I was being a wild tigress hunting for my food.
And...I still don't get to play with the pretty bunny skins.
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