Food

Well diary I don't care for talking about my self much. UNLESS the subject is FOOD. I love to eat, eat, eat. Mom can't walk in the kitchen without me following along and whining the whole time. I try to give her my most saddest look and my most pitiful meow. Like I'm starving.(I usually am)
But hey I was a homeless cat before mom saved me and I never had much to eat. And you can't blame a guy for trying.

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Well diary I don't care for talking about my self much. UNLESS the subject is FOOD. I love to eat, eat, eat. Mom can't walk in the kitchen without me following along and whining the whole time. I try to give her my most saddest look and my most pitiful meow. Like I'm starving.(I usually am)
But hey I was a homeless cat before mom saved me and I never had much to eat. And you can't blame a guy for trying.

Wow a new room

Don't have time to write in my diary right now, it's treat time and I LOVE TO EAT. Plus I have to get dibs in the kitty room.

To My Mom

Treat me kindly, dear mom. Accord me the courtesy due to a cat — and I for my part will love you, amuse you and cheer your heart as only a cat can do.

Give me a sunny spot to sleep in when morning dawns and I will warm your lap on cold evenings.

Respect my independence and my need to walk alone at times and I will look after myself, so that you may come and go as you please.

Speak to me in our secret kitty language, let me hear my name sung in the music of your voice, and I will meow happily in sweet harmony with you.

Stroke my fur gently and lovingly and I will soothe you with the soft purrs that can only come from a happy cat.

Indulge my curiosity and I will show you the joys of bird watching, star gazing and other kitty pleasures.

Play with me and see me rejoice! Toss a humble ball of yarn and I will delight you with my cleverness and acrobatic leaps.

But do not laugh at me or allow me to be teased for there is nothing I prize more than my dignity.

Keep my surroundings neat and clean and I will be fastidious in my habits.

Feed me and be fair and I will teach you how to tell "kitty time" by instinct and tummy tunes.

And when I am old and the time comes to say farewell, hold me gently in your arms and I will go without a whimper.

For with you I am trusting, safe and secure. A cat who walked alone but loved you with a full and happy heart.

Love You Mom...
L.C.

To My Big Fellow


I know I have a lot to do,
So many things -- see them through.
There are clothes to clean, grass to mow,
Cookies to bake, seeds to sow.
But I really can't do all these things in a snap.
Because, you see, there's a cat in my lap.

He stretches and rolls and gives me a wink
From his sleepy gold eyes -- just a small blink.
I smooth his long tail and tickle his tummy.
He yawns, and purrs to tell me that's yummy.
The telephone rings. The paper boy taps. No move
do I make. There's a cat in my lap.

Bright sunlight dances across the floor
To warm my small friend just a bit more.
A happy prisoner am I in my chair --
Some moments of peace -- not a care.
I think I'll take a little nap
With this soft, furry ball, a cat in my lap!


I Love You L.C...
Thank-you For All Your Love
Mom