May 14th 2010 6:45 pm
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Now that I am "fixed" (personally Gunnie and I never thought I was broken), mama says it is time for my "training." I tried to tell her kitties catnot be trained, but that darned Gunnie acts like a dog in cat fur, so now mama thinks kitties can be trained.
I like the stroller, and sometimes I nap inside it when I can get out whenever I want. The other night mama put me and Gunnie inside the stroller and zippered the door shut. Mama thought I would not be afraid if Gunnie was with me. I think Gunnie did not want to ride with me. He kept leaping out of the stroller before mama could zipper the door shut tight. Anyway, finally Gunnie was too slow, and we were both in the stroller. Mama wheeled us around the house, back and forth. I was not scared at all. I sat really tall in the front so I could see where we were going. Mama strolled us around for maybe 15 minutes. She didn't want to do it too long so I would want out and think I was trapped. It was fun!
This evening mama decided it was time to start my harness training. She took the little red kitten harness that Gunnie used to wear (it was Missy Mups' before that) and put it on me. At first I thought it was a game of "catch the end," but mama got the harness on and fastened. At first it felt funny. Then I saw the end of the harness sticking out and tried to bite it. Then I rolled around on the bed thinking maybe it would fall off. It wasn't long before Gunnie took off running, and I was right behind him. Then I played with Gunnie in the living room for awhile. Later we jumped up into the bay window to look out, bask in the late afternoon sun, and watch and listen to the birdies. I guess wearing the harness is no big deal. I can do everything with it that I can do without it. Mama let me wear it for about an hour. Then she told me I was a very good girl and took the harness off. I bet it shows up again, though; probably tomorrow.
I look stunning in red, but when I get my big girl harness and leash, I want Peekaboo pink!
May 13th 2010 8:33 pm
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Mama turned on the catputer tonight to find I am a daily diary pick again. Catster diary lady, I am not sure why you like me so much. I haven't even talked about poo lately. Oops; I guess the word "poo" was in the title when I wrote about my last honor.
I love being honored, but will kitties start to think mama is paying the Catster diary lady to keep choosing me?
Thank you to all the kitties who gifted me again so soon and all the good wishes from everybuddy. We will get around to personal thank-yous as soon as possible.
It is finally spring in Montana. Well, at least we THINK it's spring. It only took mama an hour to weed wack and two hours to mow the lawn tonight. I kept watching out the window to see if tigers and bears would jump out of the grass. It was so long it would be easy for them to hide!
Thanks again to all our dear friends for your congratulations!
P.S. Now Gunnie is REALLY jealous. ;)
May 10th 2010 3:18 pm
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Jeepers, mama has not turned on the computer since Friday morning, so I missed my DDP. Darn...
Thanks to Catster for bestowing this honor on such a little girl, and thanks to all the kitties who sent me presents, invited me to join groups, and sent me p-mail. You are all so nice to a little girl like me. Mama says she will send personal thank-yous, AND we will do a diary entry with a list of thank-yous later too. Unfortunately, the overtime monster is nipstering at mama's heels right now. Those darn upgrades never work right!
Now Gunnie catnot be so superior with me. ;)
May 4th 2010 6:57 pm
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Oh, woe is me. I broke Missy Mups' special Nemo toy. Nemo sent Missy the toy before she got sick. It was a greenish-yellow shag toy filled with catnip. It had a beautiful sheer ribbon. Missy played with the toy. She would chase it when mama swung it on the string, and she loved the catnipshun inside.
When Missy went to the bridge, Gunnie got the toy. He played with the toy too. He loved to chase it on the ribbon, and he would hold it and bunny kick it and lick the shaggy thing.
Then I came here to live, and mama let me play with the toy. I feel terrible! I broke the wonderful toy. I was having so much fun with it, and then all of a sudden the ribbon broke right off. Mama said it "tore," whatever that means. Why, oh why did the toy have to break when I was playing with it? Two kitties played with it and one was a stinky boy cat, and even he didn't break the toy.
Nemo, I am sorry. I did not mean to break the toy; it was an accident. Mama let me keep both pieces. I still play with the shaggy thing. I hold it and lick it and bite it and bunny kick it. Mama tied the ribbon to a doorknob, and I like to chase the ribbon when it moves. Gunnie let me have it all to myself. He says he does not like broken toys.
I just have one question. Sister Missy Mups, were you a lady or a tomboy when you were my age?
May 2nd 2010 4:43 pm
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Wow! Thank you to all the kitties who signed my guest book. Did my sneaky brother have anything to do with that?
I felt really good when I first came home. Then the next day I did not feel so good. Mama says it was probably the adrenalin, but then it wore off. What's adrenalin?
I have been home four days now, and I am feeling better every day. Mama says I am eating like a pony. What's a pony? Anyway, I am happy to be home with mama and Gunnie even though Gunnie chases me sometimes, and mama has to make him stop.
Mama says when the weather is warmer and the mud dries out, I can start my stroller training. Yay!!! I wanna be a superstroller like my brother, Gunnie.
April 28th 2010 6:59 pm
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Getting "fixed" was a great adventure, but I hope it lasts a long, long time because I do not want to do it again. Mama rescued me this afternoon along with a bunch of papers and some medsins. They shaved my beautiful tummy fur off. It was my very best fur except for my tail. I have big ugly wire X's on my tummy. They do not look like princess things at all. Mama says Unkl will take them out soon.
Gunnie told mama before she came to get me to take the big purse with all the monies in it.
Gunnie was sweet when I came home. He smelled me a lot and told me I smelled like Unkl's place, but he did not hiss or swat at me. I was really thirsty, so I got a good drink. Then mama gave us two dishes of food, and I had a snack.
Mama gave me my evening pain meds. They are not bad, just a little squirt in my mouth. After that I felt really good. I wanted to play, but I fell asleep sitting up on the bed while mama was reading the newspaper. Gunnie was tired too because he fell asleep next to mama. After my nap I was acting pretty normal, which for me is being a nosy little troublemaker. I tried to play with Gunnie, but he was very gentle with me. I think it is because Edgar told him my glue might not be dry from being fixed, and Gunnie thought I might break and he would get blamed for it. Maybe tomorrow...
I am so happy to be home, I have not stopped purring all evening, and now I am trying to beat up the new bunny skin mama gave me. Ooh, ooh, I am getting the upper paw; he is out of the chair and on the floor in a heap. Poor bunny; he will be no match for the Peekaboo princess. :)
April 15th 2010 7:17 pm
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Gunnie did not come help me break out of jail, but mama did. She promised she would rescue me. It seemed like a long day. Serena said I hid under a blankie most of the day at Best Friends, but sometime in the afternoon I came out and started talking to people. Christie said I rolled around and played with her fingers through the bars. I will not admit to consorting with the enemy; they must all be delusional. It did NOT happen!
In any case, I was really happy to see mama. Serena came in carrying me, and mama could not wait to cuddle me, but I had to go into the carrier while they discussed my evil medsins. Gunnie had to take the same evil medsins when he was little, but his was in tiny pills. Mine is in a bottle, and I gotta tell ya; it tastes TERBL! Yeesh!!!!! I did not know the plan or maybe I would have stayed in the cage at Best Friends. Mama says I have to take the medsins twice a day for 800 years; oh, she says 8 days, but it might as well be 800 years. It will seem like forever.
Gunnie was sweet to me when I got home. He let me greet him. I said "mmmmrrrr, mmmmrrrr" like I always do when we have not seen each other in awhile. He let me eat and drink a little bit. Then later we got to watch telvishun. Gunnie does not pay much attention, but I like the telvishun. It does not get turned on much; mama is too bizzy working and doing "things" around the house. Mama was bizzy watching the telvishun and looked around to see what Gunnie and I were doing. Her eyes got real big when she saw us innocently lounging on her robe on the ottoman. Later Gunnie even gave me a bath. It was SO much more fun than the cage at Best Friends.
After I took my medsins this evening, mama said she was going to buy me and Gunnie something special. Then she ordered us each a special Calvin collar. Gunnie's is turquoise and brown, and mine is spring colors. Mama says we can wear our collars when we go for stroller rides and on special occasions. Gunnie will have to show me how to wear a collar; I have never had any clothes on before. I am too pretty going commando.
April 14th 2010 10:15 am
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I was supposed to get "fixed" today, but I am getting a different kind of fixed. Mama noticed last night that my poo didn't look right. This morning I had bad diarrhea, so mama packed me up with a note for Dr. Mike and sent me to Best Friends with grandpa. Instead of getting that spay and chip thing, I am getting blood work (EEEEK!!!) and medsins for my colitis. I do not like the people here at Best Friends much. I can't wait to come home to mama and Gunnie. At least Dr. Mike told mama that I can come home with my medsins this afternoon. For now I am stuck in a cage in this nasty place, and they are making me "rest my tummy," which means I am starving. I think my tummy does not want to rest. At least it keeps telling me it wants to eat. GUNNIE! Come help me break out of this terrible place!
April 12th 2010 7:07 pm
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I have been playing with Gunnie only when mama supervises for the past two weeks. Mama says I am an escape artist; I leap the barriers she puts up. Gunnie sits politely and cries for somebody to open the barrier for him. I walk right up to the barrier, measure it, and then leap. Mama always hears me, but she is never in time to catch me, and then I run off. I finally trained mama to take down the barriers and let me and Gunnie run around most of the house. The first time was yesterday, and it was wonderful. We ran and chased each other around the furniture. Mostly Gunnie could not keep up with me. I can zig and zag faster than Gunnie can because he has been eating too much kitten chow. I guess he thinks I will eat all the chow if he doesn't get it first. Pretty soon he will be too fat to EVER catch me. Mama has been surprised by how good we've been and how nice we've been playing since we have more room. So far we have not broken a single thing.
Today grampster was burning some things outside, so mama gave him the things she meant to shred. When mama brought the bottom part of the shredder in, I climbed in. It was fun. I thought I was hiding. I was peeking out the little plastic window in the front of the shredder when Gunnie came and stood up and batted me in the head with his paw. We kissed a few times through the window, and then Gunnie and I played a game where I would pop up like a jack-in-the-box, and Gunnie would try to bat my head.
I think I'm gonna like this freedom thing. ;)
April 10th 2010 9:09 pm
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I met my doctor today. Mama put me into the carrier, and we took a long ride to town. Mama said it only took 20 minutes to get there, but it seemed like hours and hours. I complained but not as much as mama thought I would. I did one thing that Miss Muppet used to do. I hid UNDER the squishy bed in the carrier and peeked out from underneath. N0 wonder mama named me Peekaboo.
A nice lady brought in the scale and weighed me. I am 4.25 pounds! It seemed like a long time before my doctor came in. His name is Mike; mama calls him Unkl because he says he wants to be my unkl. Gunnie calls him unkl Mike. Unkl checked every inch of me from my ear floof to my toes. He said my ears are clean as a whistle, and my heart, breath sounds, and tummy sounds are good. Unkl Mike also said I am getting toe floof!
I must be broken somehow because next Wednesday Unkl Mike is going to fix me. I am getting something called "spay" and something else called "chip." Mama and Unkl Mike were also talking about something called "shots." I think I had some of those, and I didn't like them much. Mama promised to rescue me after work on Thursday. I hope when I get home on Thursday I will not be broken anymore. I hope Gunnie misses his Peekaboo princess.