Marching to the Beat of My Own Drum

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Crazy Feisty!

August 9th 2011 7:36 am
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Charlie tagged me to find out how feisty I am!

Charlie Chocolate Paws Scales of Feistiness

1. Do you make demands of your human? (If you answered Yes, give yourself 1 point.)
Yes, I find that my humans need constant reminders about what they should be doing (mostly feeding me at all times!). 1 point

2. If you make demands by doing any of the following, give yourself 1 point for each:
Persistent meowing Oh yes! 1 point
Biting When I want to play, yes! 1 point
Smacky Paws Not so much this one. Darn! I’ll have to start. 0 points
Relentless staring Not so much this one either. Don’t all human faces look alike, really? 0 points

Inappropriate behaviors (i.e., chewing on furniture, electrical cords, the oven) 1 point.
How I love to chew, chew, chew. So, yes. 1 point

3. If you make demands by doing any of the following, subtract 1 point:
Headbonking Nah. Their noggins are too big. 0 points
Rubbing and purring on your human I do love my male human! Minus 1 point

4. If you let your humans rub your belly, subtract 2 points.
Oh, hell to the no! 0 points

5. If you let anyone kiss your belly, subtract 5 points.
Not unless they want to pull back bloody lips! 0 points

6. Are you Head of your Household (HOH)? (1 point if you consider yourself HOH)
I may be the only one who realizes this, but yes! 1 point

7. If you have kitty (or other animal) siblings, do you:
(Give yourself 1 point for each Yes)
Eat their food? A definite yes! 1 point
Demand that they groom you? No, I’m the groomer. 0 points
Chase them? Yes, and they need it too! 1 point
Stare at them relentlessly? Not really. I’m much more interested in food and myself. 0 points
Stalk them? Only when I’m not sleeping or eating. 1 point
Pounce on them? See above. 1 point
Make them meow? Yes, the stalking seems to result in this. 1 point
Steal their (well, *your*) toys? All toys are mine! 1 point
Make them growl? Yes, another side effect of the stalking! 1 point
Make their ears go backwards? Not yet, but I want to! 0 points
Pretend to be grooming (or staring at the wall, ceiling, etc.) while actually stalking them? No, I’m not that subtle yet! 0 points

8. Have you ever destroyed household items? (1 point for each yes)
Furniture? Yes, I’ve remodeled the couch. 1 point
Clothing or shoes? Yes, I’ve added my own personal touch to my humans’ shirts. 1 point
Kitty Toys? Yes, I ate squeaker mouse’s ears. And tail.1 point

9. Please list any other crazy things you do that are ridiculously feisty (1 point per).
I regularly cape ALL of my siblings. 1 point
I’ve been known to cape my humans.1 point
I like to steal my humans’ napkins, kleenexes, and glasses. I will get in a tug-of-war over these items! 1 point
I rip hunks out of cardboard boxes. It took me several weeks, but I once chewed a box (that formerly held printer paper) down to within an inch of the ground! 1 point

Total Score (Place your score/name in your Diary Title):

My Score is 18 Feisty Points! I am Crazy Feisty (but the rest of my family already knew that!)

0-5 LAIDBACK LOVEBUG: You are a lovebug. You are sweet (and probably floofy) and you go with the flow. Nothing *really* bothers you and you like everybody. You don’t even mind having a feisty sibling! You are a laidback lovebug!

6-15 COOL CAT: You are one cool cat. Smooth with a touch of mischief. You’ve got a bit of feisty in you and a bit of lovebug. Balance is good; you know how to have a good time by chasing and pouncing AND you know how to have a good time by being a mellow kitty and just hanging out. You are a cool cat!

16+ CRAZY FEISTY: You are a nut. A cheeky little monkey! Crazy, feisty, the talk of the town! Chasing kitty sisters, demanding your human feed you NOW, eating your mom’s favorite pair of shoes, turning on the oven with your freakishly strong teeth just because you can! The world is your playground and you’ll try anything once (or twice). If your human can handle the shenanigans of a CRAZY FEISTY kitty cat, all is good! If your human cannot handle the shenanigans, wait until she leaves for work to get crazy and then blame it on your sistercat when your human comes home! You are crazy feisty (and a whole lot of mischievous fun!)!

Any kitty that wants to play is invited! Feel free to tag friends to find out just how feisty your friends are!

 

Still Naughty!

August 4th 2011 2:23 pm
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My humans say I have to calm down because my brother Elvin’s irritable bowel disease is flaring up. Why are his bowels angry? I think I should keep pouncing on him—that will distract his bowels and make them happy! To “keep things calm,” I have to eat all my meals in segregation. I guess the other diners complained about me finishing up their food for them. Something about how they weren’t finished yet and the fact that they were still stuffing their faces should have clued me in. But I was still hungry!! I’m a growing boy!

One of my favorite activities is playing in my scrunchy box. My humans call this their “shredder.” They put paper through a gizmo on top and it chews it up into scrunchy pieces of paper that are fun to play with. I love to dig strips out! (Note from female human: Don’t worry—we don’t keep the shredder plugged in. For obvious reasons.). Last night, I decided to crawl all the way in my scrunchy box. It was so comfy and scrunchy! I heard my female human say, “Where’s Artie? Oh no—look at this!” I could tell my humans wanted to chastise me but I was just too darn cute. Again!

 

Family Tag Game

July 28th 2011 12:15 pm
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Tigger tagged me to play the Family Tag Game. Instead of talking about our kitty selves, we talk about our family. :)

My Female Human is home a lot more than my male human. My siblings say she is something called a “Freelancer” and that means she can do her work at home with us. Sometimes I like this because she throws my mousie around for me and tells me how wonderful I am. But when she puts me in time out (for something silly like practicing rodeo riding on one of my siblings backs), it’s not so great. Sometimes I see her go out in the front yard and pull a bunch of stuff out of the ground or put stuff in the ground. My siblings say it’s something the humans call gardening. It makes no sense to me! She also likes staring at something called a Kindle. I guess that’s okay. My sister Hetty Miep, who is very smart (and made me write that), says a kindle is a group of kittens. That doesn’t surprise me. I already knew my female human loves cats.

My Male Human spends a lot of time in the kitchen making yummy stuff for the female human that we’re not allowed to eat. He also likes to practice martial arts and yoga. I like to help him with that by laying on his exercise mat by his feet. My male human is my most favoritist person in the world! Since I’m named after a drummer, I also like to help him play his drums. My male human is gone most of the day at some place called Work. I don’t like this Work but my siblings say Work helps us get food so I guess I’ll let my Male Human keep going to this Work. On weekends, I love to snuggle with him on the couch, watch tv, and nap.

I’m not sure what kitties have already been tagged for this game so if you would like to play, please consider yourself tagged!

 

Party Animal!

July 24th 2011 4:42 pm
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Good news: I quit licking my scabs, so I don’t have to wear the onesies anymore! My female human says I’m very cute in my onesies, but she almost forgot how sleek and handsome I am when I’m only wearing my own fur.

I am so much more aerodynamic now that I’m a tripod—I can run anywhere I want! The only thing I’m still getting used to is when I roll on my back from side to side when I’m feeling especially happy. Now that I don’t have that extra front leg, I end up rolling and rolling like a rolling pin! My female human says I look like a little otter then.

The weird thing is my siblings don’t seem to appreciate how aerodynamic and playful I am. And my sister Hetty Miep keeps following me around and smacking me hard on the head when she thinks I’m having too much fun. She’s still letting me sleep on the opposite side of the couch from her, though.

My humans say I need to quit biting so much. The list of things not to bite includes my siblings when we play, my humans feet and knees, and a bunch of other things that are fun to chew on! My humans say my teeth are much larger and sharper than my siblings and that’s probably part of the reason they don’t like to play with me. There sure are a lot of party poopers around here!

Oh! That reminds me--that's another thing I can do! I can use the big boy litter boxes with lids again. While I was recuperating from the amputation, my humans brought out a flat litter box without a lid on it. They thought I might still feel more comfortable using it even though I'm not confined anymore. But I let them know that I'm no baby! I'm a big boy and can use the big boy litter boxes just fine (as long as the humans don't sneak up and spy on me from around the corner while I'm in the litter box--how rude! That would make any cat stumble!).

 

Semi-Naughty

July 22nd 2011 1:23 pm
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Thank you for all of the nice wishes and rosettes for being a DDP! My sister Hetty Miep is very jealous. She keeps muttering, “It’s like you have to lose a leg or something to be a damn DDP”!

I was semi-naughty last night. I wouldn’t quit licking where my stitches had been, so I had to wear a onesie when I went to bed. I guess it’s okay, though, because it was bed time so I might as well wear jammies to bed.

I’ve been having so much fun out of my room. I’ve played with my old friends semi-squeaker mouse and catnip cigar, and I hung out in HQ (cat tent) last night while my humans watched tv.

Hetty Miep didn’t seem so thrilled I was out and about again. When she was sitting on the arm of the couch, I thought she might like to play so I ran over to her. She reached down gave me one hard smack on the head with her paw. I was kind of stunned for a second. After I quit seeing stars, I ran away and then ran right back to her. We did this again and again. It was great fun!

My female human says I’m sneaky smart on getting Hetty Miep to accept me. When the other cats get back from the vet, she hisses, growls, and smacks them. They cower and run away. It goes on for days. When she does that to me, I take it as an invitation to play. She continues to hiss and growl at me when we play; but when I finally tire out and lay quietly by her, she quits hissing/growling/smacking me. All in one day. This morning, we were back to sleeping on opposite sides of the couch like nothing ever happened. And THAT’S how I break her down!

 

Day 10 Post-Amputation and Lovebug Tag!

July 21st 2011 2:31 pm
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No more stitches!! They were removed this morning, and I am free from the cage. Funny thing is, now that I don’t HAVE to stay in it, I kind of like to lounge in it. Not because I’m weird like my sister. I’m just letting the cage know, “I own YOU, cage!!”

As long as I don’t lick the scabs forming over the area where the stitches were, I don’t have to wear the onesies. This is going to be a hard one. I LOVE to clean anything, anyone, and especially those itchy scabs. My humans are giving me awhile longer to “prove” myself.

The lovely Miss Calie tagged me to play a game of Lovebug Tag. To play, copy the 6 questions below and paste/answer them in your diary! Then tag some friends to play, too!

1. Meow! Are you a noisy kitty or a quiet kitty?
I am talkative but not as long-winded as my sister Hilda. I have a cute little meow that sounds more like a short questioning beep. I usually beep when I want my siblings to play with me or before I attack my toys. At food time, my beep changes into a loud “OW!!” over and over again.

2. Litterbox! Cover your business or let some other kitty cover?
Cover? Why would I cover? I don’t have any secrets.

3. Happy! Favorite Daily Routine?
Food! Playing! Food! Playing! With some short bursts of snuggling with my humans. On weekends, my male human and I like to lounge on the couch for “man time” and watch guy movies that my mom has zero interest in watching (like Rambo or Rocky).

4. Hiss! Least Favorite Routine?
When my female human tries to cut my nails. That should go a lot easier now, though!

5. Ding-Dong! What do you think about visitors to your house?
More fans? For me? Why, yes, come right in!

6. Friends! Do you like other animals?
I love all of my siblings and always want to play with them! They can get kind of cranky, though. I don’t know why they don’t want to play ALL the time like I do!

"Here are some friends that I am tagging!
Everfurryone is welcome to play if you are reading this and you want to play, consider yourself tagged! Be sure to let your friends know they've been tagged by sending them a message or rosette! Angels can play, too! Tell us about your life at the bridge or your life at home before the bridge!"

Tiny Dancer
Da Tabbies O Trout Towne
Tate
Tigger
Big Bob

 

Day 9 Post-Amputation

July 20th 2011 1:29 pm
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Tomorrow can’t come soon enough for me! I can get these darn stitches out and hopefully Uncle Dr. Kraft says I can stay out of my recovery condo for good (and I won’t have to wear my onesies anymore)!

I took the last of my pain meds on Sunday night. My humans have noticed that my mood has seemed slightly more subdued since then (not as much purring and more brooding). They’re hoping I’m not having any pain issues. I’ve been as active as usual, though. And I flop on my amputate site without any problems or signs of distress. My male human says I have “cage syndrome.” Well, I’d like to see him stuck in a cage for 9 days and see how happy-happy joy-joy he’d be!

Overall, though, these moments of depression don’t last long. When my female human opened the door for me to come out this afternoon, I just stayed in the cage. Then I heard my sister Hilda playing with squeaker mouse, and I stretched and ran out of the cage to help her. When I was done with squeaker mouse, I ripped some chunks of cardboard off one of my boxes. We have a bunch of cardboard boxes with blankets around the house. My sister Hilda likes to chew on them but only leaves tooth marks on them. It takes a mighty hunter like me to rip off chunks of cardboard. It took me a month but I once chewed an entire box down to within an inch of the bottom. My female human says she’s a little afraid to think of what I would chew if those boxes weren’t around.

Then while I was chasing my brother Elvin around the room, I saw the craziest, stupidest thing ever. My sister Hilda went over to my cage and laid down on my bed! IN my cage!

She can have it—I’m going to lounge on my favorite chair.

Update from Artie's female human:

Artie just had a crazy session of zoomies around the room. When I tried to put him back in his cage, he became a super-monkey and ran around the room jumping behind various things to prevent me from picking him up. He's still got his spunk! I think he's probably more bored than depressed.

 

Day 8 Post-Amputation

July 19th 2011 11:23 am
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Counting down to Thursday when I can get these darn stitches out and hopefully stay out of my recovery condo for good! I’m doing so well when I’m let out of the condo for breaks that I’m no longer happy just running around the room—I want to run around the entire house! I’m Super Artie—I can do it!! Why won’t my humans let me?

My brother Elvin is getting into the spirit of things too. Today we were both looking out the window and he started playing with my tail! Then I played with his tail, and he didn’t want to play anymore. My female human says it’s not polite to try and ride your brother like a pony when you’re playing with his tail. That sounds like a silly human rule to me!

I was kinda tired after all the fun, and I fell asleep in my favorite pre-amputation spot: the black chair with the blanket on it. I was being such a good boy that my female human let me stay there all morning (don’t worry—she was in the same room working while I slept).

 

Day 6 Post-Amputation

July 17th 2011 2:55 pm
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Yesterday when my humans went to buy more cat food, they bought me a new squeaker mouse! My old squeaker mouse was a hand me down from my sister Hilda, who kind of accidentally-on-purpose killed his squeak. I still played with semi-squeaker mouse but he rarely squeaked and when he did, it was a really pathetic half-squeak. My humans decided to wait to give me my new squeaker mouse until I’m out of my recovery condo permanently. But I’ve been doing so well, they let me play with it for my brief morning time-out-of-the-condo break. That thing wouldn’t quit squeaking! I loved it!

I batted it around the room with my mighty arm, bit into it with my huge tiger jaws, and finally carried it back to my lair (big plush bed with comfy blankie on it in my recovery condo). I did this a couple of hundred times! Okay, maybe just several times; but that’s only because my female human kept freaking out and yelling, “Slow down, Artie! Artie, take it easy!”

Take it easy? I don’t have to take it easy. *pouts* I’ve got my walk down perfectly (the humans think it’s a cute little rabbit-cat walk). And running? I think I’ve proven that running isn’t a problem either. Food? Squeaker mouse? I run over to these so fast that my humans can’t even keep up with me!

I sure did have a good sleep back in my recovery condo after my play session. I’ve really missed those play sessions—naps just aren’t as good without them! I was so tired after my play session, that I slept through the morning and didn’t meow for my humans to let me out of my condo once! I sure hope they let me play with my mousie again this evening!

 

Day 5 Post-Amputation

July 16th 2011 8:34 am
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The Purr Monster is back in town: I couldn’t quit purring this morning! It feels so good to have that infected paw gone. I could never really get comfortable before. Now I’m a happy little boy!

 
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