A Warm Place

Well I was thinking that it is about time I write my first diary... This place is really nice, I get lots of food, a warm place to sleep and lots of love. And my little friend Luke is here, he's fun to wrestle with, but I hate when he pounces on me when I'm trying to sleep! My mommy tries to stop him from doing that before he does, she knows I don't sleep very well when outside. I call her mommy now, she calls me her Big Boy, she told me that she consideres me hers now, she calls me her outdoor cat. It's good to know that they like me, even when I take off sometimes and go missing for a day or two! But I can't do that often because she worries about me, it's good to be cared for! My daddy was brushing me today, oh boy did I ever like that! But then he got close to my tummy and so I swated him... I don't think he will do that again, mommy already knows that, she should have warned daddy, or at least shown him her scar. Well I'm going to stretch out and go back to sleep...

Oh what a day

Today I had my first experience at a vet's office. Mommy was so pround of me, I walked right into the carrier, no fuss at all, I didn't even make a sound while being carried or while in the car. I was so good waiting there, and I let the vet touch me and poke me and everything. He told mommy I was a very handsome cat in good shape and health, well I should be as she feeds me well. I think daddy called 4 times while we were out to get updates on me. I was very happy though when I got back home, I hid behind the couch and went right into my comfy cube to sleep. I stayed there until dinner, I think she gave me extra yummy food for my stressful day. Well I feel like visting my neighborhood so I'm off for a walk outside...

Attention is great!

I have figured it out! I can get mommy (and daddy's) full attention by sitting up on my blanket and squeaking, meowing and crying for some undivided attention. It works great. I get petted and rubbed all over, but not on the belly remember... And for extra love, when mommy is scratching my head and neck, I stretch out and she scratches me with both hands. It feels so good, and then I tilt to the side and she cratches my cheeks...oh it feels so good! But don't stop purring because she then goes back to only one handed rubs and scratches, and I like the extra attention!

A new discovery

I discovered something new, something that makes me all happy, something that makes me drool. It's a cat sleeping bag, but not just any sleeping bag, a sleeping bag wih CATNIP! Oh boy is that thing great! I rolled and snuggled it, drooled all over it and made it mine! I don't know how come I never knew about this thing called catnip before, but now that I do, I will seek it out everywhere I go from now on...starting now.

Cat stats...

Mommy was playing on Catster again, she loves looking at all the kitties, and came up with these stats; as of 8:08pm eastern time, there are the following kitties listed:
kitties named Cooter: 5
kitties named Luke: 24
kitties named Sissy: 25
kitties from Montreal: 134
kitties in St-Henri: 6
Mommy thinks it's fun to browse, I do too because I saw a cutie who lives in the neighborhood named Lola, meow! my cat brother Luke thinks so too, but then again he has a cat crush on 3 kitties from catster... so far just Lola for me, and a neighborhood little black and white kitty mom saw me chasing although not lately it's been cold and hasn't been out, mom named her Molly. Well I'm going out now, I have been in all day having a great 'cat-nap', been fed twice, wrestled Luke and received lots of love...so time go meow by the back door and scratch on the glass, maybe I'll go walking on the bulldozer down the street and come back stinking like diesel fuel like I did last night...

Roaming and sleeping...

Daddy let me in this morning, which is usually how it works on the weekends as mommy sleeps in a little later than him. Well as daddy was petting me he saw all these burrs in my tail, he started to take a few out but I got annoyed pretty quick. Mommy woke up shortly after and came out to say hi to all of us. Daddy asked for her help so they can groom me. She took my sleeping bag, sat on the floor crossed legged like an indian and put my sleeping bag on her lap. Daddy put me on her lap, it was nice, and she started rubbing me and holding my face the way I like, and I didn't even notice daddy pulling all the burrs out of my tail. When he was done I stayed on mommy's lap and she continued to love me and pet me, I even began purring, I stayed a whole long time, then mommy had to move because he leg got all tingly, she said it fell asleep. Mommy then fed us all, yummy! I love the weekends, I went straight into my cube and went to sleep, I'm only out now to roll on my sleeping bag and say hello to all the kitties out there, but now I'm going back into my cube...

Rain = Good ... Bath = Bad

Found out what a bath was tonight, and let me tell you I did not like it one bit. Mommy said I smelled, doesn't she understand that my odor is manly, it's what gets me the girls! So now I have to lick myself all over, repeatedly!!!

Can someone open the door for me?

I want out! Usually it's easy to get the humans to open the patio door and let me out. I meow, and they open the door. If they are stubborn, I meow and moan, and they open the door. If they need more coaxing, I meow, moan and cry, and they open the door. And if mommy really doesn't want to let me out, like if it's cold or raining and she is being even more stubbord, I meow, moan and cry while on my back legs reaching for the handle and scratching at the glass, and then they open the door. But tonight my efforts are fruitless. Not even me pacing about the house is working... Does someone have thumbs so they can let me out?

What a week it has been...

Well the mystery is over as to why mommy gave me a bath and refused to let me out. She took me to the vet and they took my manhood. It was a horrible ordeal, and I think I might finally be over it. This time I didn't see it coming (I foiled her plan last time and didn't come home for 3 days), on Monday morning she put me in the crate, which seemed normal at first as Luke has been napping in it for 3 days since it was taken out of the closet, but then I realized that I wasn't getting fed (and hey I like breakfast) and I was whisked away and taken to the vet. Last time mommy was with me the whole time, but now I was left there, I did not like that. I was poked and I was alone, then I fell asleep and when I woke up my pompoms were deflated. I was very disoriented and grumpy and mommy still wasn't there, but I had my sleeping bag at least.
Mommy finally came to get me and that was a relief, she took me home and loved me lots then fed me a bunch. I was desperate to go out but she didn't let me. I peed on my sleeping bag at the vet's office, but mommy was nice enough to wash it right away when we got back home. I growled and moaned at Luke and chased him away a few times; I was upset, I was having a bad day after-all. I kept mommy up most of the night trying to escape, I ran around the house and moaned quite a lot.
Finally in the morning after breakfast she let me out, but before she did she put a collar on me with a name tag, she says it's official that I am hers (not too fond of the collar but it has reflective grey to keep me safe) In the evening I wasn't feeling much better, I kept attacking and chasing Luke, and I didn't let mommy get too close to me, but I ate well! Yesterday was a better day, I rubbed against daddy's legs, I let mommy hold me and hug me, and I wasn't mad at Luke. Today I came home a little late and had mommy worried, she hates that I like being outside so much, I ate and groomed and let mommy pet me a bunch, but then I wanted out again, took a bit on coaxing on my part but she finally let me out. I came home again, with some fresh cuts, I haven't told mommy who I keep fighting with and she is really worried about me. Well I am pooped, so I am going to snuggle in my cube and go to sleep now...

New Friends

I'm one happy little panther today, I made new friends and received a rosette from them. Look at Floyd, he is adorable, looks just like my brother Luke, and I look like his brother Blackjack. They even have a sister kitty... We would have a ball playing together, maybe we could even trick our parents, have them guessing who is who, oh that would be fun. Many purrs go out to my new buddies, wish I could share my catnip with you!