Just Some Updates...

This is my point exactly, I was right in the middle of typing a diary entry, and these pesky arsed youngins walked right over my darn keyboard! I'll ask again - why does Mom keep bringing home these new cats? Doesn't she understand that I don't like them? Doesn't she understand that I need love and attention. They just hog it all the time.

So, where was I? Oh yes, my blogging has taken a back seat lately. Sadly, my brother Helmet went to the Bridge on Sept 17th 09. I don't usually admit to having any sort of fond feelings for anyone, but I just can't keep them in right now. I loved Helmet. We were together when I was 9 months old and he was only 6 weeks old. Admittedly, I despised him at first, but somehow or other, the little buggar wore me down. Next thing I know I'm feeling things I never thought I'd feel. Love, I actually loved for the first time - well for someone other than myself. :)

Helmet soaked up the knowledge I passed onto him. He went everywhere with me. He was my baby brother. I remember once he was missing for some five days or so. I of course wasn't distraught over this - but my Mom was beside herself with misery. He was found and pretty much since then our Mom decided we weren't going outside anymore. So, I guess I have him to blame? No, not now, I'd give anything to have him back. He was the only cat in our ever-expanding household of animals that I would play with. He never challenged me for alpha status. Excuse me for a moment, I think that's a tear rolling down my face.

OK, um, yes, he just wasn't interested in any of that. I miss him. Now, I'm left with Newt and Miko. Don't get me started on Miko. This kid, I don't know who he thinks he is, but I definitely am less tolerant these days. I know my Mom is trying to give everyone a home that she can, but there has to come a time when enough is enough! He chases me around when I don't want to be chased; and he challenges me. Trust me, that's one thing ya don't want to do. I've still got it. I'll be more than happy to prone him out if it comes to it. So, let's just hope it doesn't.

In honor of my baby bro Helmet, this entry is for him. I'll see ya in a couple years Helmie; but I'll think of you every day until then.

Love Skeeter Eater

Cabin Fever

This desert living is really getting to me. The heat can get up to 95 or 100 these days and the windows are always shut! I long to feel the cool breezes and fresh air!

I did manage to escape the other day through the small door those canines go in and out of. However, my human caught me and now seems aware of that passage.

There is a new annoying addition to the home. Newton. Why does my human keep bringing in these new felines? This guy, young kid on the block thinks he owns the whole house. Well, if necessary, he will feel the front side of my paw!

That's it for now.

Nothing like a good brushing...

The humans were ooing and aahing over brushing me again tonite. This time, the booming voice man was holding the brush. I do have to admit, there really isn't anything like a good brushing, especially down at the base of my tail. They seem to have caught on at this and of course start the baby talk to each other and to me about how much I seem to enjoy it. Of course I do, but I have to keep it all in perspective.

They both seem to forget they are brushing me at times as they talk to each other and it can start to really annoy me if they dig in! I just give them a quick snip on the wrist to remind them that I am a bit sensitive. That seems to do the trick. Tonite when I did that, the booming voice man stopped the brushing. Hmm, apparently they don't like this biting. Perhaps that's another angle to take in reaching my end goal of getting back outside!

Welcome to my lair...

Alright, if you must, come into my thoughts, they are pretty great after all. Honestly, I don't know how I put up with all these canines, humans, and other felines vying for my human's attention. Unfortunately, I do it because I must. I am not a matyr by any means. All things lead to only one thought, that ever-present, ever-prevalent thought: how can I get outside. Things have changed since the old days, I call it the turn of the tides. My human doesn't let me out regularly like she used to. I used to have her eating out of my hand, she would even go as far as to leave the back door ajar so I could come and go as I please. From what I can make of this strange human speak, it's not safe outside for me where we live now. Something called a coyote roaming the neighborhoods at night. If I can get this message out, perhaps some of my feline brethern will enlighten me as to what this Coyote is.

Meanwhile, feeding times go pretty much as planned now that my rightful resting place has been restored: the amoir. A 8 ft. tall structure that allows me to look down on all the little people. My human, brings me food and places it up on the ledge, I don't even have to get up. When I am thirsty I mosey along out to the counter and that's her cue to fetch some fresh ice and filtered water. She feels so guilty and reading about how all her beloved animals need fresh water.

Things continue to go as planned with the canine variety. I merely walk by and with one rather convincing meow, they make a path for me. One swoop from my paw and it would be lights out for those guys. Now, if my human would just quit picking me up and kissing me. I must continue to meow at all hours of the night, this seems to arouse them into a rage...perhaps this will be the ticket to my getting outside.....

Kinda scared...

Hi everyone! I'm Skeet! I have waited awhile to post my first entry into the diary, but finally, I was moved to do it. Today my sister Kita went to the Bridge, almost a month to the day after my brother Boone. What is going on? I mean, I was never a big fan of either of them, but I loved them deep down. I just was afraid of getting stepped on by Kita, and Boone, well, Boone just used to test me all the time! I try to understand because I once was young and mischievious - and poor Spook used to pee all over when I first joined the family.

I was just home with Kita for Christmas and she was healthy as a horse. She was running crazy after her toys - up and down the stairs - which I am sure she would have done 24/7 if someone could have thrown the ball for her all that time. Mom and Grandmom would take her and Bacio for walks and frisbee throwing - she just loved it. Now this? I mean, what does this mean for the rest of us? Doesn't anyone pass on in their sleep anymore, peacefully? So much loss, so suddenly, without any chance of getting to work through it with them and then at least you both know it's coming. Her Daddy couldn't be there either - I feel badly for him. But, I guess this is just part of it all. Why the good ones?

I feel badly for Kita and Boone too. And, I miss them both. Kita, you were such a good doggy, you never meant any harm and you never were mean to me. I do hope you find Boone - and that you two can be together. I know you loved each other.

My Mom has already put up a very pretty picture of you, along with all of us. We are hoping you will get up on Dogster soon too - then we can all keep track of each other.

You are missed and loved Kita Mariba.

Skeeter