A Long, Long Winter

Jeepers, it seems like winter has beened here forever. Gunnie and I play chaser in the house, and we got lotsa toys, but it is not the same as gettin to go for stroller rides and see dawgs and birdies and even gophers sumtimes.

Mama has beened craftin when daddy is not here. She is makin lotsa fun teensy scraps of paper for us to play with. Sumtimes she finds the piecers in strange places cuz I roll around on the floor and get the piecers stucked in my floofiness. Later they fall off somewhere else in the house. Right now mama is makin Eeekster cards, so she is usin pretty pink, lavender, yellow, and green papers. She even gots some stickers that are fuzzy baby chickies and some cracked eggies they comed out of.

Gunnie asked one of our pretty girl kitty friends to be his Valentine this year. Guns has had a Valentine every single year, even when he was just a kitten, but no boy kitty has ever asked me to be his Valentine. Daddy won't let me have a boyfriend, but it would be fun to have a Valentine. I think mama would share, so if no boy kitty asks me to be his Valentine, maybee daddy would be my Valentine...

It's A Sale!

Ooh, ooh! Mama got a e-mailer from Drs. Foster and Smith today. They are havin a BIG sale on their webbysite. Mama was just checkin it out when she saw our blueberry bed is on sale for 33% off. Mama got me anuther bed cuz Gunnie is always hoggin our blueberry bed, but I jump in and then jump right outta the new bed. Guns will not even get in. Mama thinks cuz the bed part is a circle, it is too small for me to get comfy. We do not know why Guns does not like it. Anyway, mama was talkin to daddy on her celler phone, and she decidered to order another blueberry bed. It is really called a hideaway bed. It comes in ciminum color too. Oh, mama sez it is called "cinnamon." I do not care what it is called; I just know I want anuther bed cuz when I want in our blueberry bed, Guns is usually layin all over it. Sumtimes when I am in the bed and Guns wants in, he biters at my hinder leggies, and I hafta growler at him. Then he runs away.

Oh, I catnot wait to get MY new bed. Guns can keep the blueberry bed cuz it is kinda squished, and it gots kitty fur all over even though mama brushers it lots. I am gonna claim the new cinnermun bed all for me. :)

I Love Taxes!

Well, OK, maybee not the taxes, but Guns and I love it when mama does shredderin. The last time daddy was here, he went to town and bringed home a brand new shredderer that was on sale. The nuther day mama got out all the papers from last year and started sorterin em. Wow! That was fun cuz there were piles of papers all over the kitchen. Now that we got a wood floor, it is real slippery, and Guns and I could run and dive into the papers and slide all around.

The shredderin was even more fun!. There is a little window in the front of the new shredderer, but mama was not watchin close enuff. When she took the lid off for the very first time, shreddies went everywhere! Mama was wearin fuzzy slippers that look like they belong to a bigfooter, and shreddies stucked all over in the long fakey furs. Mama was a mess! Guns and I giggled behind our paws while mama tried not to say bad words. For a coupla hours mama shreddered and shreddered. Every time she taked a bag out to the back steps, there was a trail of shreddies. Guns and I played in all the leftover shreddies until mama got doned and cleanered em all up. Then it was no fun, and we had to take a long nap.

Reflectin on My Good Fortune

I beened thinkin bout how lucky I am. So many kitties are cold and skared and hungry. I mighta beened one of em. See, the peeple who owned my mama kitty loved her, but they did not love her babies. There were six of us, and we were all real nice and real cute, but they still did not love us. We got takened from our kitty mama when we were still real tiny, and there were too many of us for one foster home, so we got split up. I went to a foster home with two bruthers, Dozer and Choo-Choo Charlie. Back then my name was Petunia. Our foster mama tooked good cares of us, but we got real skared whenever we went to an adoptathon, so we quit goin.

For bout three weeks there was a lady who kept lookin at my picture on the Pet Paw-See webbysite. She already had a nice kitten, but I looked like her kitty who crossed the bridge. She kept tellin herself one kitten was plenty. Lucky for me, it did not work. The lady could not resist my picture, so she asked bout doptin me. She was real skared that there was a whole line of peeple wantin to dopt me cuz she thought I was so beautiful that everbuddy would want me. It made her happy that she was the first one but sad that there are not enuff homes for all the little kitties that get borned.

My first meetin with my mama did not go so well. I was terrorfied. I kept skratchin and tryin to run away and hide. I was makin kitten stinkies real bad, and I had kitty litter stucked in my tail. I guess what I am tryin to say is I WAS A MESS! I was actin so terbl that for a minute the lady thought maybee she did not wanna dopt me after all. I did not even know how close I came to not gettin my furrever home.

Then the lady got all stubborn. She decidered there was no kitten that she could not love and no kitten that she could not make love her. A coupla weeks later I was ready for doptin, and my new mama brought me home. I was not all that thrilled to find out I comed home to anuther brother. His name is Gunnarr T, and I thought he wanted to eat me!

Gunnie was bigger and faster and rougher than me, and mama had to soopervise our play for weeks. I tried hissin at Guns, but he was not fraid of me, so it did not work. Little by little Guns and I got used to each nuther, and I got used to mama, and she got used to me.

Now I could not magine livin anywhere else. Before I was even one whole year old, there was somethin wronged with me. Mama and my dokter figured out what was wronged, and they worked until I was almost two years old to find the right medsins for me. The medcins are not REAL spensive, but it would not matter. Mama would get the medsins for me no matter what becuz I need em.

So, today I am curled up on the big bed thinkin what a lucky girl I am. I got my mama and my speshl daddy who gives me rides on his shoulder so I can see everything. I got my bruther, Guns, who gives me baths and chasers me and shares his food and the potty and wrestles with me and snuggles with me and plays cool kitty games with me. I am warm and safe and loved. I got enuff toys to make a huge mess when I dump em all outta the toy basket. I got yummy chow and a clean potty. Most of all, I got peeple and a kitty bruther who luv me and tell me every single day that I am precious and loved.

What else is there?

Terbl!!!

This mornin mama and daddy got up and feedened me and Guns. Grampster comed home from the hos-pitl yesterday, so daddy got the newsypaper and tooked it to grampster. Then mama and daddy put a talian roasted beast into a thingie they call a slow cooker. Daddy has to go home tomorrow, so we are havin Kissmouse dinner this evenin.

I camed out into the kitchen, and mama picked me up and was holdin me like a baby. All of a sudden mama got a stranj look on her face. She kept on holdin me while she looked at this thingie on the wall. Guns sez it is called a cal-ender, and that is how peeple know what day it is. All of a sudden mama sed, "OMC!!! Today is Peekie's third birthday!"

After that everbuddy was REAL nice to me. I have beened havin a real fun day. Mama and daddy even let me and Guns open our Kissmouse sockie this afternoon. Inside the sockie there was a real cool feather toy. Daddy took off the nuther toy that was hooked to our fishie pole and put our Kissmouse toy on. Then we played and played until daddy wore us both out.

Mama and daddy and Guns told me when you are threes, you gotta grow up, but I do not think so.

Hairy Balls

I guess my bruther cat, Guns, is not givin me good enuff baths cuz my tummy was full of a giant hairy ball. See, Guns grooms me sumtimes, but I still hafta take lots of baths to keep my pooferlicious furs lookin purrfect. Anyway, too many tired hairs got in my tummy.

This mornin at 5 clocks mama heard what she calls the "dreaded sound" of a kitty upchuckin. She started yellin at Guns, but when she ran out into the livin room, she could not find him. What she did find was a giant hairy ball on the livin room carpet. Then she saw me in the livin room, but she still thought I was innersent. She kept lookin for Guns, but then she found him still on the bed, so I did get the blame for upchuckin.

Jeepers, I could not help it. Mama wondered why I spended so much time on the bed yesterday and did not eat as much as I usually do. Now she knows it was cuz my tummy was full of hairy ball, and I did not feel too perky.

As soon as the hairy ball was goned, I felt fine. Mama did not trust me not to upchuck again, so Guns and I had to have our breakfast a little bit at a time. Mama says I am a piggy, and she did not want me to eat too fast in case my tummy gave the foodies back. I tried to tell her I felt great, and my tummy was empty and I needed lots and lotsa breakfast, but she did not listen.

I have been scamperin round the house all day. Mama was makin one last speshl Kissmouse card, and I helped by runnin in and out, in and out, in and out of the offis. I was happy I felt like makin mischief again cuz I am pretty sure it is mama's favrit thing for me to do.

I guess it is Gunnie's turn to upchuck next time.

Genie Cleanie

Mama cleaned our litter genie for the very first time today. We use reg-lur litter, so the genie only had our poop (diary gal, are ya listenin?) in it, no pee pee, but it has beened nine whole days, and it was not quite full. For the first time mama did not wanna wait too long and maybee have poop spill out or somethin. Mama sed the self cuttin thingie worked great. She does not tie a knot in the end; she uses a twist tie thingie instead, and that worked OK too.

Sooooooo, so far mama is real happy with the litter genie.

Mama's Little Helper

Last night mama started workin again on her Kissmouse cards. She measured and cutted things. She cutted piecers with fancy edgey sissers. She traced shapes and cut em with the sissers. Guns came in and climbed in the Muppet-Gunnarr-Peekie chair and went to sleep. I napped in the stroller for awhile, but then I decidered to run in and out of the room. I would jump out of the stroller, run to the door, hook the edge with my paw, rip it wide open, and run out. Mama would close the door but not tight. Then bout three minutes later I would leap at the door and made it open wide again and run back into the room. I did it a buncha times before mama finally tooked somethin heavy and used it to block the door. I did not like that a bit. When I was in, I wanted out, but when I was out, I wanted in REAL bad.

This mornin I checked out the wasterbasket with all the teensy piecers of paper from all mama's cuttin. I am thinkin bout tipsterin it over later so I can play with all the papers inside.

Today is stampin day with stamps and ink pads and embossin powder and lights and heat guns. I catnot wait. I think I will run in and outta the room, tip over the wasterbasket, get embossin powder in my furs, and run under mama's feet when she is tryin to do stuff cuz I am pretty sure that will make mama's cards way better.

Hmmmmmm...Maybe I need a teensy nap in the stroller first.

Kissmousey Cards

Today mama went to Shutterfly and made me and Gunnie a card of our very ownest to send to our Catster pals. We got a few addresses for sendin cards, but if you would like to have one of our Kissmouse cards, feel free to p-mail us with your mailin address.

Cling Ons and the Hungries

Well, we will see if talkin bout poop still gets DDPs.

Yesterday was a terbl day. I was actin kinda strange yesterday mornin, runnin up and down the hall like a crazy cat. Mama wondered what in the world was makin me do that. See, a bad old poop ball was chasin me all over the house, and it would not let go. I kept tryin to get away from it, but I could not run fast enuff. Finally mama figgered it out. I love my mama, but sumtimes she is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Anyway, mama caught me as I runned by and inspectored my bloomers. She made a face, and we went straight to the bathyroom. I do not really love the pet wipers, but they are better than a butt bath in the giant tub. After a coupla pet wipers, my bloomers were soaky wet, but I didn't smell bad anymore, and the bad poop ball was all goned. I tried to just go out in the hall and dry my furs, but noooooooo; mama had to comb my furs out. I think I did a better job after she let me go...

This mornin I was real hungry, and I eated too fast, and all of a sudden my tummy said NO!!! Before I even knew what happened, some of my kitty chow camed up and landed on the floor. Mama made another face. What is with all the drama anyway? Kitties get cling-ons stuck to their booties, and sometimes our food does not stay in our tummies. Get over it, mama.

At least I got more tensions than Guns cuz mama decidered to stay with me while I finished my breakfast. She petted me and distractered me so I would not eat so fast, and it worked. All my kitty chow stayed in my tummy after that first time.