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Colby's Cat-tastic Diary of All Things Necessary to Know

The Tagged Game

May 27th 2007 8:24 am
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Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write about themselves (the seven random facts) as well as the rules in their diary. You need to select seven cats to tag and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment (via p-mail) telling them that they've been tagged and that they need to read your diary for more information. My family is going to play by altered rules and we are not going to tag other kitties. Mom was on vacation for a week and came home to a mail box full of 'tags'

1. I like to drag my butt on the dining room rug, but ONLY the dining room rug.
2. I like it when my mom sings to me.
3. I don't really like canned cat food.
4. I'm raw fed and I really like raw chicken hearts.
5. I won't go outside. PERIOD! Even if the door is wide open.
6. I aspire to have a job in home improvement. I love checking out all the tools and odd jobs mom does around the house.
7. I ate a moth last week.

Kitties I tagged:

I'm not tagging any other kitties.


Special Hello to Ollie's Mom

June 29th 2006 8:54 am
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I'd like to give a special shout out to Ollie's mom. He says she's a big fan of my new Speedo photo and I wanted to make her feel special the next time she stops by. *winking at Ollie's mom* How YOU doin'? (in my best Joey from Friends voice)


Magical Collar of Bravery

January 3rd 2006 12:55 pm
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Hi everyone, Colby here. You might not be able to tell from looking at my pictures, but I'm a part feral cat, also known as a shy or scared cat. That's right, we don't always look that much different than other cats! My brother, Jack, and I lived in my mom's yard until she captured us at about 6 or 7 months of age. We've been in the house for over a year now, with a very loving and patient mom.

When we first came into the house, I was the more outgoing of the two of us. I'm not sure when all that changed, but it did, and in a big way. Jack is now almost like a normal old house cat. Not afraid of much, hardly runs from mom anymore. But me? Well, I'm still very afraid of everything. I still run from my mom most of the time and will only let her pick me up when I'm in certain places in the house. Like on her bed, in the window perch, or lying on the couch or chair.

But I got something really cool for Catmas. Santa Claws brought me a Magical Collar of Bravery. There is even a little charm with my name on it, and a series of numbers, which I assume is my serial number. This collar transfers magical powers to me that allow me to not be so scared. I've been coming in the kitchen more and when my mom holds her hand down to me, I'll sometimes walk up and smell her fingers and let her touch my nose. One day I even let her pick me up and give me hugs. She took me a little by surprise, but I was OK with it.

Since I got the collar, I've also been sleeping more up on the back of the couch and in the chair. I don't hide under the table as much any more, and I'm getting up on the bed every morning to ask for attention. I know I still have a really long way to go, but if I keep this up, I'm going to be as brave as Jack is before much longer!!

Thank you so much, Santa Claws, for giving me this Magical Collar of Bravery. And thank you, mom, for telling me over and over how handsome I look wearing it and how proud you are of me for being so brave. I want to be braver...I don't like being afraid!


Happy Anniversary, Mom, Part I

December 20th 2005 1:01 pm
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Just slightly more than one year ago today (December 15th, to be exact), mom used her best sneaky, conniving tricks to capture Jack and me and bring us into the house. At the time, I was scared to death and didn't know what to do.

Here's what happened. Jack and I had been living in mom's yard for at least a couple of months. She would feed us every day and talk to us and we would sit right outside of the door, trying to play with the inside kitties. We wouldn't let mom touch us, but we would get sorta close, within about 3 feet or so, and she could hear me purr and purr and purr! She worried that we didn't have any place to go when it rained and when nights started getting cold, so she put a carrier inside of a garbage bag, put a nice fluffy blanket inside, and put it under the eaves of the house, right next to the door. She started slowly moving our food dish further and further inside the carrier, until we were finally comfortable going in there. She would see us in there, cuddled up and sleeping, but as soon as she would open the big door, we'd fly out of there. After a while, she had come in and out so many times without paying any attention to us, that we wouldn't run anymore.

Some people don't believe this, but there are coyotes in suburban Atlanta. I know it sounds far-fetched, but it is true. They have been spotted in my Mimi's neighborhood, just 2 miles from our house. Coyotes got two cats from my mom's friend's house, so we know it's real. She hadn't seen Jack in a day or so and she started getting really worried that a coyote might have gotten him so, while I was sleeping away inside our carrier, she came outside and closed the door on the carrier. I was TRAPPED!! I couldn't believe she betrayed my trust this way. I thrashed around in the cage, trying to get out. She took me up to a little bitty room, where she had a bed, litter box and food for me. I was terrified, though, and wouldn't come out from behind the toilet.

She put the carrier back outside and later she saw that Jack was out there. She put really good canned food in the carrier and he wanted it, but he knew something was up. Maybe he smelled my scared sweat inside the carrier; maybe he picked up on mom's nervousness. Whatever it was, he almost didn't go in the carrier. Mom's armpits were all sweaty and she kept saying "Go in, Everclear (that was his name back then), PLEASE go in, please go in and let me save you!” Well, finally he did go in and she managed to get outside and close the door on the carrier. HA - Jack was trapped too! I don't think he was quite as surprised as I was about her betrayal, since he knew something hinky was going on.

I don't think I was ever so glad to see my brother in my whole life, which was about 6 months at that time! We crawled in the little bed together to try to comfort one another. We were both scared hissless, I gotta tell you. Jack will tell you more about this in his diary!


The Fine Art of Begging

November 7th 2005 9:47 am
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We all have our own technique for begging, or "beggaring" as my mom likes to call it.

There are lots of different styles in my house, since there are so many cats. Buster cries loudly and sometimes pitifully as he walks around the kitchen. I guess he figures that mom can't hear him so he’ll keep reminding her that he wants something. Lucy, not to be outdone by Buster, cries even louder (and she has a BIG mouth!) and will sometimes try to reach onto the counter tops. She's also tall, so she can do this. She knocked down a sharp knife one day and is lucky she didn't get hurt! Busbee, a man of few words, just walks around with everyone else, figuring he'll get some if the rest of us get some. Jack Jack, he walks around making his pleading little chatters, and then starts bopping everyone. This generally gets everyone started bopping each other and hissing, mom yells "NO BOPPING", and everyone runs out of the kitchen. Jack Jack is such an instigator sometimes.

But I think that I've found the BEST technique yet. It doesn't require much talking and very little exertion of energy, but it seems to work every time. When mom is in the kitchen, I will sit on the other side of the doorway or by the dining table, very quiet and very still and stare at her. Once she looks at me, I put on the most adorable face I can muster (which is pretty stinkin’ adorable if I say so myself), look at her lovingingly and blink my eyes at her. If she's cutting meat, I'll sit in front of the stove, close to her feet but not too close (don’t want to get stepped on), and look up at her with my adorable face and blink at her. She'll cut me little pieces of meat and throw them to me. And the best part??? Since I do all of this in complete silence, none of the other cats realize what is going on and I get the treats all to myself! Sometimes I even get bites of English muffin with cheese….YUMMMM!!!

My mom thinks that blinking my eyes at her is the sweetest thing in the world because it’s my way of telling her that I love her.

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