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my 7th birthday...

Dear Diary,
Yesterday was it, a milestone in every cat’s life, it was my lucky seventh meowy birthday. As the Queen of the household I expected a pawty with music and a full buffet, a tuna birthday cake with shrimp icing and chicken sprinkles, my kitty comrades filling the countertops, catnip covered mice running everywhere entertaining the guests, Q-Tips scattered all over the place waiting to be pounced on. Maybe even some plump birds, but NO! No catnip covered mice, not even a bird or Q-tip in sight! The entire day turned out to be a cat-astrophe! The poop machine dog spent the day running around like frothing maniac barking at the top of her lungs at everything that moved outside. No human waiting on my every need, just the same old nothing of every other day. I heard Daddy remind Mommy several times it was my meowy birthday, it was clearly marked on the calendar, my catster friends remembered me by leaving me p-mails, gifts and my friends Pipo & Minko made me a pawsome picture to help celebrate my big day, but thanks to Mommy I saw this all this morning, the day after what should have been the most pawsome day of my life thus far! “Thank You” to all of you that made my day special. I appreciate all the love…as for Mommy; I will unleash a diabolical plan to get even with her for forgetting my 7th birthday.

Chipmunk War

I think the poop machine has some kind of crazy chipmunk war syndrome. Mommy doesn’t let Sophie Bean outside much anymore, something about heat and her melting. Yadda, Yadda, Yadda. The dog does me no good as second in command if she is not stationed outside. With her being inside, Sophie Bean Flea Machine just runs from window to window, whining & barking, pushing Sweetie, Spitz & Kira off their stations and giving away our positions. No way that we cats can sneak up on a chipmunk with all that noise coming from the poop machine. Last night I think the pressure got to Sophie as she turned on me, but no worries I smacked her silly and put her right back in her place…on the floor! Looks like I need a new second in command, the dog can no longer be trusted with such an important job.

Second in command

Dear Diary,
You are not gonna believe this! The poop machine dog had to go to the groomers today. Not soon enough if you ask me, she always stinks! Anyway she goes to the groomer so I lost my second in command for a few hours. That meant that we cats had to be on chipmunk patrol without any breaks for naps. The stinky poop machine comes back from the vet and I didn’t know whether to laugh my tail off or slap her silly. She was naked and had 2 bows sticking out from her head. How am I supposed to take her serious as second in command in the war against the chipmunks? How is she supposed to scare off the chipmunks with foo-foo bows in her fur like that??? The worse that will happen is the chipmunks will laugh themselves to death. This is not good!
Gunnar I think I may need your help!

Chipmunks & War!

Dear Diary,
Everyday little furry things called chipmunk take over our yard. When I meow everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE! They are in our trees, on our front porch, on our back deck, in Mommy’s flowers garden and my poop machine dog barked that one got into the garage, but she got it out. The poop machine dog also barked to me the other day that she thinks these rodents are trying to form an army and come into our house to steal our toys and eat our kibbles. At first I thought she was just being a dumb dog but as I sat in the window and watched the chipmunks running back & forth in our yard, I realized she may be right. I decided us furries must all join forces and stop the madness before it begins, so I made Sophie Bean my second in command. I really do not like to form an alliance with a stinky dog but I need somebody on the outside as I am not allowed out there. Sophie Bean’s job is to guard the garage or bark if the chipmunks get to close to the house. I am in the process of training Kira, Sweetie & Spitz to fight and prepare for battle. I have Sweetie guarding the front dog, Kira is on the top of the cat condo watching the back deck and Spitz is on paw patrol. I watch the backyard from the bedroom. All entrances to the house are guarded. I find it highly unlikely that any chipmunk will get passed us.

Released from hell...

Dear diary,
I have gone thru a week of pure hell. I was locked in a room with Sweetie, Spitz and Kira for an entire week. I do not like them and I do not want to share such close quarters with them. Loud noises came thru the walls all day long. The smell of a stranger penetrated my nose. I was completely stressed. I did get visits from Mommy a couple times of day but it was not the same. As soon as she walked in the room Spitz, Sweetie & Kira basically pounced right on her, leaving no room for me. When Mommy finally let us out, the house had a funky smell that I did not like one bit. The furniture was gone from the great room, the walls were different colors, ladders and paint cans cluttered the floor. I ran into the bedroom and I was shocked to see what a mess it was. It was cluttered with furniture, silk plants and I could barely get to my cat condo. When I asked Mommy to explain herself, Mommy says she will get the house back in order soon and we had to deal with it. Do you see what I have to deal with over here????
On a good note I was excited to see my new spring Catster page. I would like to meow a special thanks to Smudge & Sissel for being such pawsome pals and thinking of me.

Bratty Kira

I always get a bad rap as being the brat cat of the house but I beg to differ. Mommy put a new video called “feeding time” on my Catster page. If you watch the video you will see me being abused by my little bratty sister Kira. She is the real brat of the house. She may be small but she is mighty.

Ouch the bird

Mommy walked into the kitchen and happened to look at the kitchen window when she saw blood on it. She dropped everything she was doing and ran to the window. Her heart dropped. She thought one of us furries was injured. Once Mommy ran her hand over the window she realized the blood was on the outside. One of the birdies must have flown into the window and hurt it self as there was blood on the screen and window. Daddy went outside to check to see if there was a feathered body under the window but no birdie to be found. Mommy was so thankful none of us were hurt but she feels bad for the injured birdie somewhere out there.

Birds

Dear Diary,
Something exciting is happening right outside my window. Our neighbor got Mommy a new bird feeder which she put right outside our kitchen window. It holds something called sunflower seeds. Then Mommy bought another bird feeder that holds regular bird seed and another for thistle. There are birds everywhere! Red ones, yellow ones, blue ones, gray ones! Some are big, some are plump, some are bit size…I mean small. They flutter, they fly, they swoop, they entertain me.

Wellness Recall...

WellPet, makers of Wellness® natural pet food, are voluntarily recalling some lots of their canned cat foods due to potentially insufficient amounts of vitamin B1 (also known as thiamine).
From Wellness:
The lots involved in this voluntary recall are:

Wellness Canned Cat (all flavors and sizes) with best by dates from 14APR 13 through 30SEP13;
Wellness Canned Cat Chicken & Herring (all sizes) with best by date of 10NOV13 and 17NOV13.
If you have cat food from these lots, you should stop feeding it to your cats. You may call WellPet at 1-877-227-9587 to arrange for return of the product and reimbursement.

Early signs of thiamine deficiency may include loss of appetite, salivation, vomiting and weight loss. In advanced cases, signs may include ventroflexion (downward curving) of the neck, wobbly gait, falling, circling and seizures. If treated promptly, thiamine deficiency is typically reversible.Please contact your veterinarian immediately if your cat is displaying any of these signs.