All the fuss for a birthday

My little brother dog, Duncan had a birthday the other day and mom made him special treats for it. I don't know what the fuss was all about. I mean, come on, he's only 2 years old.

Now when my birthday comes up, that's something to celebrate about! I'll be twelve years old. Mom will probably give me REAL chicken as my treat and some Cat Sip to drink. I really don't like treats like my little sister cat, Lissie, who is really just a little garbage disposal. She'll eat just about anything. She isn't refine or dignified like I am.

Another thing happening at the house. Dad seems awful sad the last couple of days. I heard that his mom is gone. I know when my mom, Dippy, went away, I cried for her to come out for several days. I was pretty sad, too. So, I've been sleeping real close to him and meowing every so soft, he seems to like it when I with him. Duncan, Chloe and Lissie have been trying to get close to him also. Well, that's what a family does is help out, right?

I'm been a good boy

Boy oh boy! Was dad upset with Chloe the other day. She jumped into the pond dad just built trying to get at the fish in there. Silly dog! They've been there for about 3 weeks (or so I heard, I don't know. I WON'T leave the deck). When I got outside, I just jump right up on the bench and lay down, which I got to do the other day. It was so beautiful outside! Dad sat next to me and pet me while I enjoyed the nice afternoon breeze. Yep, spring is here alright.

Maybe mom and dad will fire up the pit in the gazebo tonight, since it's still pretty cool then. I love sitting out there and feel that nice, warm fire. Aw yes, life is good to this old cat!

Not a hermit anymore

Well, the last two weeks, I've been coming downstairs and staying more and more. Since mom brought home those two noisy hairy things the last couple of years (I'm talking about Duncan and Chloe); I've been staying upstairs out of their way.

But, I think I know now that they aren't going to eat me alive; that is as long as I stay away from Chloe's food. She doesn't like anyone around it. And, she hasn't been trying to chase me like when she first came here. Duncan has gotten the idea pretty much that I DON"T like to play with him.

This morning, I sat in the window in the front room for about an hour just looking out. I haven't done that in a long time. And mom is trying to brush the knots out of my fur that appeared, since I wouldn't come out for her to do that much. She said something about going and getting a shave maybe, whatever that is. Well, back to the bedroom with dad. He just got off work and I know he won't be able to sleep unless I'm there with him. Later

Springtime is here!

I can tell the weather has changed. I'm coming out of my upstairs room where dad has his orchids at more often. I love that room, it's warm all the time it seems and feels SO good to me. Pretty soon, mom will put my harness on and let me sit outside on the bench. I don't like the grass, it feels funny on my paws and I won't walk on it. Dad says that someday, he's going to make me and Lissie something that we can be put in to enjoy the outside better. I don't know if it will be this year or not. He's got a lot a "projects" he wants to work on.

Mom says she is going to pin me down and do some trimming on me. I've been hiding up there so much, that she hasn't been able to give me good brushing and I've got some knots in my fur she wants to brush or cut out, whichever she can do to me. I love to be brushed a little, as long as it's my shoulders and chest. I HATE having the rest of me brushed. I usually bite the brush and mom's hand. Well, dad will be home soon and I have to eat. Meow at you all later

Noisy pup!!!

Duncan woke me out of a good sleep with his howling last night. I just about jumped up off the bed. (Well, I at least lifed my head to see what was going on). I don't know what triggered him, but that was the most forlorn sounding howl I've ever heard. It lasted just for a minute, and then he settled down. Mom gave me a little pat to make sure I wasn't to worked up over it. Guess some good came out of being work up.

What's all the ruckus about?

How is the world is a cat suppose to get his rest around this house. What with dad and Duncan digging, Chloe chasing squirrels and cats, and Lissie meowing through the house wanting to go outside. I think I only got about 10 hours sleep yesterday. That's hardly a nap! Well, at least it's suppose to rain today, so everyone should be pretty quiet. The only excitement is when mom gets home tonight from work. That should give me about 12 hours of more of rest. Then, mom will give me treats, pet me for a while and make room on her bed for me. (That's where being the oldest comes in handy). Yepper, sleeping in bed with mom and dad at night, can't be beat. The dogs have their own bed and Lissie sleeps somewhere else most of the time. Well, (yawn (stretching) ) time to find a quiet place and sleep...later folkssszzzzzz

A little about me

I came from a litter of four kittens, a twin that looked just like me even. Mom had trouble telling us apart when we were nursing. He was bigger than me and mom called him Whiner. I also had a gray short hair sister that mom nicknamed Junior, because she looked so much like my mom. There was a little black sister, but she was born sickly and didn't make it. As you can see, I'm a very pretty boy (at least, that's what mom calls me). I'm getting up there in age now, and don't play as much as I use to. But when I was younger, I was into all kinds of things. One of the funniest things I did (although then it didn't seems so funny when mom and dad realized what I did), was how I would hook a nail into a BIC lighter and fling it around the room time and time again. Well, one day, mom searched high and low for a watch that dad had gotten her for Christmas. After about a week, she gave up, figuring she had dropped it somewhere, because it wasn't on the stand where she always took it off and put it. A little later, I was sitting on the stand and dad took his watch off and put it there, just like mom would do. I took my nail, hooked it into the wristband and ever so slightly leaned over and dropped it in the little trash can they had there. You should have seen the look in their eyes when I done that!!!! Didn't take them long to realize what had happened to mom's watch.


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