Birthday!

Today is my birthday! Thanks everyone for the b-day wishes!!!

Photos of the party at the Cat House Hotel are here:
http://themorningscratch.blogspot.com

I missed my blankey (OK, and my mom)

I found home!

See….we got home a little over a week ago now, but mom’s just been so busy. She been at work, and then she’s been cleaning the house, and then she’s been petting me, and then she’s been sitting on the couch doing HER things on the computer. Finally, it’s my turn.

Since I’ve been home I’ve made sure all catnip is in order, checked all my sleep spots, snuggled with my crochet blankey lots and lots, and even killed a spider that moved in while we were gone. (To be honest, I have hardly helped. Bogdan has been hot on the spidey case. He’s taken out the vast majority of the intruders. I prefer mom-sitting over spider-hunting.) I’ve also cleaned myself, cleaned Kat 3 and cleaned my mom.

Thank goodness I got my snuggle-sack and my mom back. Two weeks is just too long to be gone from my house.

-Sara

P.S. Mom posted a photo of me at the cat hotel. It’s from when she and Dad came to pick me up.
P.P.S. Thanks to Scooter for all the help!! Now me and Kat 3 are experts in html.

This place would be fun if Mom were here

Where’s Mom? I miss Mom. Why am I here? Who are these cats? Bogdan? Ouch. Why is he so mean? Why did Kat 3 leave the room? Kat 3? Where are you going? Don’t leave me!! Oh, poop. Now I’m stuck here with Bogdan. Eeeerrrr. I’ll just hide here.

Mom? Mom? Where’s Mom? Hey, nice girl over there… where’s Mom? I’m looking for Mom. She said she couldn’t get to stay here with me, but I didn’t think that meant for this long.

Maybe I’ll just go out there. I’ll just peek. There are cats all over the place. I don’t know these cats. Are these my new siblings? I hope not. I like things as they are in my home. Oooh, but that's a nice cat tree for me over there ...

But, where is my home? Mom put some of my mice in here from home, but I haven’t seen home in a few days. Mom?

What am I?

I have a question for all you kitties. As part of my portfolio I send off to modeling agencies, I describe my colors and size and everything, of course. But I'm really lost on what to say about my breed. I've never really known my cat mom or dad, so I could never ask them about my family tree. My human mom says that sometimes she thinks I must have some Norwegian Forest Cat, and sometimes she thinks I'm a Chantilly/Tiffany. AND sometimes she thinks I'm just a regular ol' cat. I think it's really important to know what I am. What do you kitties think?

I'm a princess, so where's my princess treatment?

It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to sit with mom and write a little note. We’ve been very busy. She’s been working a lot, and I’ve been cleaning a lot. Today, Mom’s home and so we decided to relax before cleaning! That sounded OK to me.
Anyway, Daddy always plays tricks on me, and I don’t think it’s very nice. Yesterday he made his eyes all big and put his arms over his head and stomped around like a monster. My brother and sister didn’t seem to care, and I don’t know how they couldn’t! It was so scary I ran to Mom, and when I was still scared, I meowed at him to stop, and when he didn’t stop, I ran under the couch!! Then Mom told Daddy, “No!” — just like she says to Bogdan. Mom told him. That made me feel better so I went and sat in the safety of Mom’s lap and cleaned my tail. That’s more like it, I say.
I’m also very upset right now because my purple blanket disappeared! I must have been wondering around looking for it for a few hours until finally Mom asked what I was doing. She just giggled when I told her, and she said it’s being washed. WHAT? WASHED? Washed of my pretty smells?? OH! We’re going to work on that right when I get it back. I do wish I could open the dryer door right now and get started.
Maybe if I whine enough I’ll get it back soon. I keep going to my spot on the couch and crying for it. When will I get it back?! I can't sleep without it. This is so not acceptable.

Pretty House and Pretty Me

Today mom was home from work. We had soooo much fun. First, I followed her around the house, helping her clean all the rooms, until she turned on the loud monster. Then I hid in my cat fort until it was all over. But after that we cleaned ourselves! First she brushed and brushed me, and my hair looks so pretty. Then she even let me clean her hand and arm. Thank goodness — she needed it. Humans always smell so funny. I don't understand how they can stand it and why they don't groom every hour. She also cleaned my teeth (oh-so-fresh breath for me, unlike my brother and sister, who rarely sit still for a brushing), and she cleaned my ears! After we were done cleaning the house and ourselves, she unveiled great treats. Bogdan’s ball was filled with treats; Kat 3 got a new crunchy ball; AND I got the best of all — Not only did I get a new mouse, but a mouse that she put in the catnip box, and she shook the mouse in the catnip, and it smelled soooo good and was so much fun to play with. I even let Kat 3 play with it a little because I thought it was so cool. After all of us kids played and played for a while, I decided to sit with mommy on the couch to write. Mom said she got a new super Catster, and soon she'll help us set up all sorts of cool stuff. I'm so excited. I like sitting on the couch, cuddling with mom, telling stories for MY very own page and cleaning my paws.

zzzzzzzz

It was hot today, so I slept all day. I napped in the cat tree, in the cereal-bowl chair, on the footstool, on the couch, in mom's lap, at the back window, on the couch, in the cat fort, on the couch, by the front door and on the couch, where I just woke up. I decided since the laptop was right here, I would write a little something. I didn’t wash up as much today because all the sleeping kept me busy. I’ll catch up on that tomorrow. For now, sleep on my purple blanket by the window sounds good.

Well, I said I was sorry

I had already helped mom with cleaning the clothes, had taken care of my nails and had settled down for an afternoon nap. I guess I didn’t hear it coming, as I usually do, and when I finally heard the big noisy thing mom calls a street cleana, it scared me to death. I was on mom’s lap and leaped about a 3 feet into the air. Unfortunately, I cut up her legs and hand pretty bad. I hope I’m not banned from the lap. She threathened to get me claw covers, though. I know she's bluffing, but I still feel bad about cutting her oh-so-delicate human skin.
On another note, mom said that she’ll send me to a posh L.A. hotel while she and dad are getting married. Well, she did say that before the scratch incident, but I bet I still get to go. Finally! The treatment I deserve.

Day of beauty

I need to make an appointment at one of those Los Angeles cat spas. I spent two hours today grooming my tail, and there’s so much left to do. Tomorrow maybe I’ll work exclusively on my paws. This shedding is just making getting ready so much more difficult. And I need someone to clean my ears for me. I wish Katrina wasn’t so distracted by the goldfish all the time. Maybe then I’d get some ear-cleaning in return. I’m so sick of cleaning her ears, and she not cleaning mine!
Don’t tell my brother or sister, but I’m hiding this under the litterbox. I don’t want them to read it!