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The Mythology of Purr-C-Us

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Attack Lick Rumble!!

May 26th 2011 4:58 pm
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It's sure rough being the big mouser around here. I've spent most of every day this week in the basement, hunting. Sparkman says I caught the only one down there and to give it up... What is he, nuts?!

When I'm not hunting, I've been getting in my daily fiber. And by fiber, I mean I've been gnawing on the kindling by the fireplace. Yum! I sure love the roughage!

Other than that I just had a big Attack-Lick-Rumble with Sparkman in the hallway. We run at each other, do flips and bunny kicks... Then when one of us is pinned down we both start licking each other like crazy. It's a way more fun way to get clean than just sitting and licking my fur myself. And it gets some of Sparkman's angst out. Gee that guy gets grumpy when the neighbor cat is out! I get growled at a lot when that happens. And I've learned that when he growls, he means it. When Moose growls, he doesn't always mean it. I can still attack lick the Moose when he growls; but NOT Sparkman... Mom's so proud of me for learning my brothers' boundaries! It's only taken me a whole year!

Oh, and as for Captain Morgan; I can lick him but I can't rumble at all. Apparently he's a peace loving pirate.


COTD! And Purrseus's First Mouse!!!

May 21st 2011 5:28 pm
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I'm Cat of the Day?! WOW! Thank yous HQ! And thank you to my friends! I gotta go read and thank you guys for the rosies and presents... You cats are great.

And here's my OTHER big news Mom was logging on to help me write:

I caught my first mouse!!!! Dad says the good news is that I'm a mouser; and the bad news is that it was a baby mouse. I didn't know what they meant by "Baby Mouse," so I asked the guys. Moose said it was a specific breed of Mouse, like hamsters and Mickey. Sparkman said it means that I'm a bad mouser and can only catch the little guys... Then Captain Morgan piped in and explained that one baby mouse is actually good news for us cats: means there will be a whole bunch of baby mice to pounce on! Oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!

I caught it in the basement. Dad was downstairs with us when I saw it behind the paint can shelf. I pounced and dragged it out to show Dad. Moose and Captain came over to investigate, so I started growling. That's when Dad turned around and saw all that was going on. He made me drop it in a used coffee bucket so he could bring it upstairs to show Mom. She was so excited anf happy for me! I gotta go catch another... That was sooooo fun!


Sub-Woofer is SCARY!

May 13th 2011 6:15 pm
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Dad hooked up something called a Sub-Woofer. I was scared at first that it would bark at me, but it didn't. Mostly it seems to makes boomy loud noises that shake the carpet I live on and scare Moose and me. Captain and Sparkman just look over at the TV, see it's on and ignore the noises. But me and Moose get startled and creep around looking for the scary noisy monsters. When I find Sparkman sleeping through it, I figure it out sometimes. Sparkman's such a smart kitty. And that Captain is even smarter. I sure hope I'm as smart as those guys when I grow up. Sparkman's right; it's hard being the baby!


I'm a TANK!

May 2nd 2011 8:35 am
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Mom's been calling me a TANK! The only Tank I know's the big glass thing the fish live in... Is she suggesting that the fish move into my stomach?! I think so! I'll go lick my way through their glass. I'm sure one of these times, I'll make it! Lick lick lick... Purrs, tastes like fishy!... Lick lick lick...


Purrseus Vs. the Stick!

April 12th 2011 1:13 pm
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Holy Bastet! I had no idea THAT could happen! I was outside with my brothers and humans, helping to clean up the garden. My self-assigned job was to trim the dead stickie things. So I was out there gnawing on the roughage, when something felt funny. I started gagging and pawing at my mouth, but the weirdness persisted. Mom tried to grab me and I assume kiss me, so I growled at her. Then she kept following me around with that whimpery voice and trying to grab my face. I was all "NOOOOoooo, Maw! Hiss!"

I seemed to calm down after we went inside. So Mom and Dad went off to do errands. That weirdness persisted. I kept drooling, gagging and pawing at my mouth the whole 10 million minutes they were gone. But I was also rolling around on the floor purring, so it must have looked really weird to Sparkman and Moose. When the humans came back I walked up to Moose and Mom pawing at each other through the mail slot, and did my pawing/gagging/spitting thing again.

That's it! Mom said something about calling the vet and Dad said "I'll take a look at him." Dad pick me up and look in my mouth? Okay! I just LOVE Dad! But just then I saw a chipmunk out the window so Mom and Dad were cradling me like a doll and trying to pry open my mouth while not disrupting my purr-drooling over the chipmunk.

After quite the struggle, I finally let Mom peak in my mouth. She gasped and gestured to Dad that there was something wedged up in the roof of my mouth. It was a sticky thing that was broken off and fitted in my mouth like something Mom called a dentist's bridge device or retainer (Huh?). I didn't quite understand what the humans were up to, it mostly seemed like Dad was sticking his fingers in the sides of my mouth to chew on. So I just purred and gnawed as that weirdness finally stopped!

They let me close my mouth, and there were Mom and Dad examining a wet slimey stickie thing from the garden that they claimed had been in my mouth... Nooooo! I'm not THAT weird! Oh, wait... Where'd that chipmunk go?! Ooooo! Greenies for me? Thanks Mom!


Purrseus's New Buddy!

March 30th 2011 11:00 am
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The big grey squirrel bird that visits our bird feeder comes almost every day now. He's my buddy. He has a big fluffy grey tail just like me, he eats a lot of food just like me, and he seems a little padded at the midsection just like me. So I sit and watch him all day. He's my new buddy... I want to eat my new buddy.


Purrseus decides that Mom is MEAN!

March 10th 2011 6:18 am
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Wow, Mom's MEAN! She woke up, declared that I was stinky and gave me a bath (I just got a bath last week! I had the whole shampoo and conditioner thing. Crazy lady.). It was embarrassing, and I had to hiss at her for wiping my under tail. That's private! I was gunna clean up later, honest!

Then she grabbed Moose and took him away! She put him in a cat carrier, shoved in one of Dad's t-shirts for him to cuddle with, and off they went in the car. And here's the scary part: she came back WITHOUT THE MOOSE! I think she left him somewhere. And judging from the things he was yelling at her when they left, it was no where good. Mom says he's at the Vet getting his teeth cleaned. Moose calls them the Vampire Vets cause they always draw his blood. I don't personally know what the fuss is about if that's where he went. I love the Vet! They give hugs there. And I just can't get enough hugs.

Sparkman was sure spooked after the bath time and Moose-napping. He spent all of fetch time giving Mom loves rather than playing. I think he was trying to calm her down so she wouldn't pick on him next... Good luck with that one Sparkman! She is just a mean mean human. You can't reason with humans, they don't sleep enough. That's why they're so crabby and rude and insist on leaving the house so much... I wish they could understand cat so we could talk about these things.

For Potato Time, (Sparkman gets potatoes, the rest of us get treats.) she opened up the same old bag of treats and they were disgusting! She and Dad have been so slow at doling out this bag that the last quarter of the bag is just stale. Captain Morgan still loves them, but Moose and I are used to the finer things. If he'd been here he would have boycotted treat time with me. Instead I was alone in my snobbery and soggery.

Anybody want a human? If she doesn't bring back the Moose soon, I'll be giving mine away for real cheap: FREE! Mean cruel lady. Just wait till Dad comes home from work, he'll be on my side.


Sparkman Vs. Purrseus

March 2nd 2011 12:12 pm
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Sparkman and I are having lick fights! Here's how it works: I sit on the carpet, he comes running to jump on me, knocks me over, and then we just go to town licking each other. It's a nice clean fight. And we switch off who sits on the carpet and who pounces. Mom says she really likes this new form of play-fighting. I think I do too. Sure beats licking my own head! Purrs!


Purrseus makes a new friend.

February 20th 2011 10:01 am
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I had a new BUDDY! Her name is Abi and she loves me. CLEARLY! She came to visit and even let me spend the night in the guest room with her. I followed her around a lot, and did a lot of climbing up her leg and purring at her. She even helped me get to the big red boa (Mom hangs it over a door so I can't completely kill it.). She smells like a birder. I told her I'm a birder, and showed her my MouseBird. I also rolled around on the floor a lot to show her my mad kitten gnawing and playing skills. I've pretty much decided that the area rug in the living room is my carpet. I pounce on other kitties who lounge on it and human feet that linger too long. It's great being a kitten. And even greater having a buddy! Thanks Buddy O Human Pal!!!


Purrseus Conquers the Red Dot.

February 7th 2011 1:50 pm
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Oh we have the bestest pet sitter ever!!! She came over and we played "Find the Sparkman." Captain of course won, cause he keeps a close eye on his crew. Even the mid-shipman. (Under the bed) Then we had dinner. Then we had this great game of lazer pointer! I'm telling you, Captain and me were ALL OVER the house; climbing walls, running on the ceiling, flipping all ninja like through the air... Moose watched. He's not sure why we chase that weird red dot. Neither am I really. My solution was to climb the pet sitter and attack the pointer its self. There! I finally conquered the red dot.

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