November 5th 2011 6:22 pm
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Tonight my Mommy and Daddy invited my Grandma to come over for dinner. Mommy went to pick her up because Grandmas don't like to drive at night. When she came back, she had Grandma, and A DOG NAMED LUCY!!!
Mommy told Daddy that she was sick of making Grandma leave Lucy home all alone in her crate and wanted her to try being part of the family.
Lucy was on a leash, and as soon as I saw her, I attacked! Heck, as far as she knew, I was a fierce mancat with claws! But she mostly ignored me. My tail got really big, and I was quickly whisked to the porch before Lucy decided to stop ignoring me and have me for dinner.
The rest of the cats were all upstairs hiding, and Mommy closed the doors just in case. Good thing, because that Lucy is smart! During dinner, she chewed through her leash and got free! Later, we heard all kinds of barking and laughing going on while we were banished! I just know that dog slobbered up my food bowl.
Then Mommy and Grandma had to go to the pet store to buy a new leash while Lucy and Daddy did the dishes. Lucy helped clear the plates. Mommy came back with consolation prizes for us, but she can't buy our forgiveness that...wait...is that a new mousie???
June 20th 2011 3:08 pm
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Before I found my family, someone had my claws taken off in the front. My hands are nice and smooth, but I do miss my claws. I especially miss them when a certain orange brat comes by with his tail all poufy and wants to fight.
I can hear the other cats laugh at me and say, "Look! There goes Mr. Slippy Paws! Should we go beat him up?" And then before I know it, I am at the losing end of a fight even though I am nearly twice as large as them!
Last week, I escaped from the house two times. I ran right to Mommy's garden to smell the catmint. But Daddy soon fetched me to bring me back inside. He says the outdoors is no place for Mr. Slippy Paws!
June 1st 2011 10:43 am
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I am so excited because I am up for a BIG promotion at home!
I decided to move in with my family a whole year ago now. This whole time, Mommy and Daddy have fallen in love with me, but they felt like they would rehome me if the right person came along. Why? Because I am super-friendly and adoptable, because I don't get along with the other cats and most of all...they already have too many cats.
Recently, one of the people on Mommy's short list to adopt me said she finally might be ready for me. Mommy spent the whole time secretly hoping she would back out, and she did. That is when Mommy realized that I was ready to be promoted.
My new position, if I get it, will be O.K. O.K. stand for Original Kitty. So far, only Mouse, Kiki and Gilmore are O.K. kitties. Being an OK means you are a permanent member of the family. Right now I am still just an interloper.
Mommy nominated me to be an O.K. But in order for it to go through, Daddy has to approve too. He is hesitating. He adores me, but worries because Gilmore and I still fight. Mostly Gilmore fights.
Mommy recently had to pay big money to take me to the vet to get one of my war wounds looked at. I don't have front claws, so Gilmore gets away unscathed, but I get big hunks of fur and skin pulled. (I have no idea why Gilmore picks on me. I have never done anything to him, and he is normally a very loving kitty. He just has it in for me.)
I was SOOOOOOO good at the vet, and I got a microchip too! Mommy felt so very proud of me. She was so proud to be my Mommy. My boo-boo is almost all better, and I like having a chip because I keep taking all my collars off. I am also a naughty door charger, so great care is taken to make sure I don't escape.
Hopefully Daddy will make my promotion official soon. I don't have much use for the other cats, but I sure do love my people.
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