Roo--i miss you

several years ago this month my mentor roo went to the pokey place and never came back. at least not as i knew him. moms brought home this jar and let me sniff it and somehow i felt like roo was there. roo was a great cat. he only had one eye and three legs but he was the alpha male here for many years. he had been a fighter all his life but i could tell it was getting harder on him. weight problems, diabetes, and megacolon took their toll on him. roo bestowed his crown on me and i take it very seriously. for a few days after he left at feeding time i would go to get him forgetting for a moment he wasnt there. i can never be the leader that roo was but all i am i owe to him. i miss you so badly but moms says you are in a better place where you can run on four legs and see with two eyes. i hope we can meet again some day.

nother bad day

man i must haz made moms mad yesterday. in the morning i hadz one of my marathon vomits. by that i dont mean it lasted all day but that i managed to hit about three rooms in the house. see i kind of freaks out when this happens and always take off running. i managed to leave something on a rug, the carpet [twice], the laminate [twice], and the ceramic tile. i never duz anything halfway. anyhoo after she cleaned it up her and dads left and were gone for hours and when they came home her hair had all these tight curls all over it. none of the other cats haz ever made her so mad it curled her hair. i truly iz special.

life in crazy town

can anything get more crazy around here. lucky thinks shes a princess, shadow thinks shes a gangsta, and alta haz sights on the snuggle bear. am i the only voice of sanity around here. its a good thing they haz me to keep them in line. as ive said before, i talk to myself because it is the only way to have an intelligent conversation. at least i have the hoomans fairly well trained [and it wasnt easy]. i RREEAAALLLLYYY could use some catnip about now.

whoa, really late this time

iz should haz posted this thursday but things haz been hectic around here. that day dads had to go to the hooman pokey place and gotz a shot in his hand. then he came home and rode the noisy thing around the yard for a couple of hours. i dont know why he does that but it seems to make the birds happy. also it is easier to see the wee stripeys. final he got done and he resumed his duties as a cat lap. i mean the bed is okay but you cant beat a hooman for a place to nap. they iz warm and sometimes they drop food.

hooman iq

why are hoomans so hard to train. you reward them when they are good [letting them pet you, feed you, and be a nap place for you] and yet it takes forever to teach them the simplest of tricks. take moms for example [i just mean that figuratively, she is a keeper--most of the time]. for years she would get up in the morning and go in the puter room and SHUT THE DOOR. whats with that! doesnt she know the rules. rule # 637 no cat shall be denied access to any room. its right there in the contract. so i haz to resort to slamming doors shut, dropping things on the floor, anything to show her she was bad. like talking to the wall. she finally caught on but by then i was exhausted. as for the down stairs place--i have given up on that. they even changed the door handle so i couldn't open it myself. i guess i should just be satisfied that they remember to feed us every day.

my bad

whoa! it was my turn to do the diary entry yesterday and i forgots. lucky says i should forfit my turn but her and shadow are so busy playing i dare you with a couple of red birds to get on the puter. i think the birds are smarter than those two and knows they cant get them. the birds keep pecking on the window and the cats just keep chattering. talk about wasting time. me--i gots more important things to do. like take a nap and get rubbies. believe me rubbies beat birds any day of the week.

writers block

iz havin writers block today. cant think of anything witty to say. maybe its because i slepted all day. well except when moms got the suckie thing out. no matter where i went she found me. i hatez it. she did open the windows later so i guess that made up for it. i luvs to feel the breeze on my face. im like dads. i either luvs something or hates it. course sometimes i change my mind--sometimes every hour--but thats just me. keep them guessing.

bad moon a'risin

you know how you get this feeling like something bad is going to happen. well i have it today. like when they are xtra nice to you and keep telling you what a good cat you are. but it iz not just that. you feel it in your bones and you get the heebies in your skin. they think they can pull the fur over our eyes but i iz wise to them. if the big boxie thing comes in the house i iz doing a disappearing act.

driving hoomans nuts

i tried that staring at the wall trick. worked great. i had to yowl a little to get their attention but once i had it i drove them nuts. sometimes hoomans are so dense. like im not suppose to get on top of the fireplace. i see that not as a command but as a challenge. the thing is sometimes i get up there and they dont even notice me. they walk by oblibious to me up there. so i have to let out a little meow to get their attention. what fun is it being bad if you cant get caught. so moms grabs me and tells me for the bazillionth time that im not suppose to get up there. i luvs it.

thinking back

sometimes i get a little misty when i think back to the good old days. i miss my good buddy roo. and i miss all the neat things you could get away with as a kitten because you were so darn cute. not that i haz lost the cute factor. one could say i haz made it into an art form. take the stop, drop, and roll maneuver. i invented that, you know. but you gotz to do it just right to get the full effect. itz best done when the hoomans just come in the door. sit a few feet away from them, cock your head, and then drop to the floor. a few rolls and sweet meows and you will have them eating out of your hand. better yet you can eat out of their hands. oh there are a lot of imitators out there [talking to you, shadow] but no one does it as good as me. you are welcome to try. hoomans are such suckers for it.