Thank You, Guys From the Dreamgirls Group

Thanks to the anony-mouse guys from the Dreamgirls group for my pretty rose and the Peekaboo Pink ribbony picture. Pink is my color. YAY!!!

P.S. Gunnie still does not think I am dreamy.

Me, Dreamy?

Ummmmm, well, I don't know what to say. I guess if I am an "ette," I must be a little bit dreamy. Mama always thought I was beeeeeeeeeutiful and look like my gorgeous sister, Missy Mups. Gunnie sez I am not dreamy at all, but I don't think he is very dreamy neether.

Warrior Princess

Mama sez I am one. Last night somethin happened. Mama is not sure how it started, but she was watchin telebishun and then all of a sudden there was lotsa running and a slappin sound. Gunnie stayed in the livin room, but I was goned. Then mama looked over and saw a coupla books that were in the bookcase were layin on the floor. Mama thinks somehow Gunnie or I brushed against the books, and they fell right outta the bookcase. The fallin books and the sound they made scared me real bad, and I hightailed it outta the livin room and down the hall to the beddyroom.

Mama waited a few minutes, and then she saw me come slinkin back out from behind the love seat. I slinked over to Gunnie real careful and very, very slowly sniffied to make sure it was really Gunnie and not some monster that just looked like my bruther. Gunnie was real sweet. He greeted me kitty style with a little soft kiss. Then I slinked away again.

Later mama camed lookin for me. She petted me and talked real soft, and then she picked me up, and we went back out to the livin room. Mama put me down by the books. Then she took a hold of me behind my front leggies and helped me jump all over those old books. "Take that, you mean old books," I meowered as I jumped up and down on em and beat em up. All I needed was just a teensy bit of help from mama, and I showed those mean old books who is boss.

Mama went back to watchin telebishun, but later when she looked over, she started laughin. I decidered to lay right on top of those bad old books just to make sure they knew I was Peekaboo, Warrior Princess.

We Are Gonna Garden!

Hey, everykitty. There is a new Catster group called Greenpaws. It is for kitties and pups and their peeples who like to garden. It does not matter if you are a good gardenerin kitty or pup or peeple or a not-so-good gardenerin kitty or pup or peeple. The ministrators of the group will welcome anybuddy who is interested in gardenerin. It does not matter if you grow veggies or flowers in your garden.

Gunnie and I are eksitered cuz we have our own catnipshun plant. It is sleepsterin right now, but when spring finally comes to Big Sky Country, our catnipshun will wake up and be sweet and juicy and yummy.

I got my own flower too. It is called Rosy Pussytoes. Years and years ago mama dug it up on one of her adventures and brought it home to her garden. Lotsa books say wildflowers will not grow in your garden. Pppppffffffttttt! That is just not true. Most of the wildflowers mama has in her garden are huge compared to the ones that never get enough water or any grow juice cuz they are wild. Anywhoooo, after a few years mama thought the plant was not that eksiterin. She was gonna dig it out, but then she decidered to look it up in her flower book. When mama found it was called Rosy Pussytoes, she knew Missy Mups would pitch a fit if she dug the flower out. Mama gave the pussytoes to Missy, and they were hers until she left for the bridge. Mama would have let Gunnie have the pussytoes, but he is a guy cat, and he does not like pink. Then I, Peekaboo, Princess of Pink, came to live here! Mama asked if I would like the Rosy Pussytoes to be mine, and I clapped my paws together in eksitermunt.

Now every spring the little silvery creepin plants send up little short stems and little clusters of tiny balls that look kinda like pearls. They are white with a Peekaboo Pink top on each tiny ball. They never open, but after they are done, the little pearls sorta poof out and let their seeds go. I love my flowers!

I Wore Missy's Wings!

I wore my big sister's wings today! They are not her real angel wings. They were Missy's earth angel wings that mama and daddy bought for her. One day mama and daddy were shopsterin, and mama saw some beeeeeeeutiful pink wings made outta real feathers. They had little sparkly things too. Mama looked at daddy and smiled, and daddy looked at mama and knew zactly what she was thinkin. They got the wings for Missy, and she wore em for pictures. Then when Missy had to go to the bridge, mama could not bear to let the wings go. See, mama always hoped she would have another fluffy princess kitty someday who would wear Missy's beautiful wings.

I think Gunnie told on me for bein a piss-ant the last time mama and daddy tried to take pictures of me. Sumtimes I just wanna do what I wanna do, and I catnot stand to sit still in a chair wearin a dumb costoom. Anyway, mama was in the beddyroom with Gunnie, and I just had to go see what they were doin. I ran into the beddyroom as fast as my short little leggies would carry me and leaped onto the bed. Jeepers! There were the most beeeeeeeutiful fluffy pink wings I have ever seened. I started to giggle behind my paw cuz it looked like mama was gettin ready to put the pink wings on Gunnie. I knew they were really princess wings, and Gunnie is no princess. I ran over and sniffied at the beeeeeeeutiful wings. Then mama petted me and took one of my front leggies and put one of the lastic thingies over it. Then she put my other leggie through the other lastic thing. The pink wings were on, and I felt like an earth angel! Oh, I was SO pretty wearin Missy's wings. I just sat there knowin how pretty I looked. Mama let me wear the wings for a few minutes. Then she tooked em off and told me to go play.

Gunnie had to try on the St. Paddy's Day hat and arm garter, and he was good. He is kind of a suck-up, so sumtimes he makes me look bad. Anyway, after Gunnie took off the hat and garter, mama decided to see what I would do when she put it on me. I gotta say I look pretty good in hats too. I just sat there lookin purrfect.

It was all so easy; I do not know why I pitched such a fit before. Maybee it is not so bad after all. Course, who knows what I will think when mama and daddy dress me up for a real photo shoot. I might just change my mind...again.

Sad News

Gunnie and I are kinda sad today. We read that Taz made his journey to the bridge. We did not know Taz very well, but he was probly the grampsteriest kitty on Catster. Gunnie and I looked up to him for his age and wisdom. We wish that all kitties could live such a good long life as Taz.

Taz, Gunnie and I will look up into the night sky to see your angel star shinin real bright up there. You were one of the luckiest kitties in the world. We know you will be lookin down and watchin over all us kitties down here and speshly all the Catster kitties.

February Thunder!

Jeepers, this day has been so stranj. I catnot beleeve all the stuff that happened outside today.

This mornin it was kinda cloudy and gray. The wind blowed real hard, and it made stranj noises that Gunnie and I did not like much. This afternoon it started to sprinkle. There were little drops on the windows. Then white stuff started fallin from the sky. It was hard, and it made lotsa noise. It started fallin faster and faster and harder and harder. Then it started to thunder, not boomie but more like a giant growlerin dawg. When the thunder and hard white stuff quit, then flakey white things started comin out of the sky, but they weren't fallin down; they were goin siderways! Mama looked out, made a face, and shut the curtain so we could not see the purple sky to the north and all the white stuff comin straight at the windows. Now it is kinda nicer, but the ground still gots some white stuff on it. I am real glad Gunnie and I stay inside where it is safe and warm, and there is plenty of foods.

Gunnie Saved Me!

Yesterday when mama went into the office, Gunnie went in with her. He climbed up into our stroller and went to sleep. I could not decide if I wanted to go in or not. I went to the door and shoved it open, but then I looked at mama and ran aways. I did it so many times that mama lost track of where I was. After mama quit payin tenshuns, I sneaked into the office. I was havin such a nice nap that I did not wake up when mama and Gunnie left. I did not get the memo: "Turn out the lights; the party's over!"

When I woked up, it was cold and dark cept for the blue lights on the printer and that router thingie on mama's desk. I hopped down and went to the door and tried to open it. Oh, NO! The door was uptight, and I could not get it open. I was tryin and tryin to get out, but the door would not open.

I startered to cry, and Gunnie heard me. He came to the door and asked what was wronged. I said "Gunnie, I catnot get this darned door open. It is cold and dark in here, and I want OUT!" Gunnie promised he would help me get out. He tried and tried to open the door, but it would not budge. Finally Gunnie started tryin to get mama's tenshuns so she would open the door. First he meowered. When that did not work, Gunnie started a terbl yeeeeeooooooowwwwwwwwwlerin. Finally mama comed and asked Gunnie what was wronged. I didn't hear nothin for a coupla minutes, but then suddenly the door opened a crack. Then it opened bout anuther inch. When mama seed me in the office she opened the door wide, and I tore out like the devil was on my tail. Well, who knows, maybee he was.

I gotta say I love my bruther for savin me from bein all alone in a cold dark place with no food, no water, and no potty. Oh, my goodiness; it was terbl.

I spose you are wonderin if it will teech me a lesson. I do not think so. I will probly be sneeky next time too, but at least I got my wonderful bruther, Gunnie, to save me.

Darned Rodent Lesions

Those darned mean old rodent lesions will not leave me alone! Last Friday when Gunnie and I saw Dr. Unkl Mike, I was fine. This mornin mama saw anuther rodent lesion startin on my chin, so now I am takin two medsins until it goes away. The medsins make the bad things go away, but then sometimes about two weeks (what's a week?) later mama sez they come back.

I am glad my mama wants to take cares of me, I am glad mama knows how to take cares of me, and I am glad we have the medsins right here at home for mama to take cares of me, but I sure wish those mean old rodent lesions would dig a hole and hibernate for the winter!

Strollerin in February

After Angel Rocky Ann helped mama find license plates for me and Gunnie, we all waitened for them to get here. Then after the plates comed, daddy got here. Mama and daddy figgered out what they thought was the best way to put our plates on. When we are travelerin, we hafta fold the stroller up lots. Mama and daddy spearminted, and then they went to the hardwares store to get somethin called S-hooks. Daddy got grampster's cordyless drill. Mama held the license plates up, and daddy marked where the hole thingies were and started drillerin. Daddy drilled and drilled, and it was only plastic where he was drillerin. Just when mama figgered daddy was just bout through the plastic, daddy put his finger behind to check and drillered his finger. It was not bad, and mama giggled. Silly daddy, drillerin his finger. It did not take long for mama and daddy to make the holes and hang our license plates, so now we are street legal.

Sunday it was so nice we even got to go for a stroll. Mama said we needed coats cuz she and daddy were wearin coats, so mama got out my pretty Peekaboo pink coat with the fleece linin and Gunnie's Pendleton blankie coat. It is white with colored stripes. Daddy put Gunnie's coat on him, and mama put my coat on me. Mama thought my coat was a little snuggie round my fluffy tummy, so she did not make it real tight. We barely left the driverway when I ducked outta the front of my coat and diss-peared under the blankie mama put in our stroller. When we got home, mama opened the stroller, and I sploded out the back, but I was onliest wearin my coat round my tummy. Silly mama. I outsmartered her again.