Furmosity!

Yes.. I'm furmous again. I've always known that I am a queen. I am to be admired and adored... by millions! Okay.. maybe not millions - or even thousands. I am furry proud to be admired by... um... a few? MOL!! I am furry special because I got chosen fur daily diary pick! I was even at the top of the list, which means, of course, I am number one!

There were some furry nice furiends out there in catster land who sent me some furry nice gifts. From Hallie Baloo, I got a furry nice candy corn. It was furry tasty. It sort of stuck to my mouth, though, so I had to lick and lick and chomp. It was sort of like that gum stuff humans eat in that I got to enjoy it fur a long time! Yum!

From Elise and Genny the Generator I got a furry purrty pink ribbon. I wore it around all day and made sure to show it off to all of my brofurs and sisfurs. They had to be sure and realize that I was to be admired all day long and that purrty ribbon sure made them see that! On a side note, I really like the Generator's name, too. How appropriate fur a kitteh!

I felt all the love, too... from Booze, Bisque, Ozzie and Pepper. They gave me a loverly heart to show me that love, too. I felt the warmth of that all day long!

I got a furry nice note from Buddie concatulating me on being DDP. The note said I had to get extra loves and treats from Meowmy, so I'm going to go remind her now.

I love getting all those concatulations! Thank you furry much!

Purrs,
Meio

Thank you furry, furry much!

AniMeioL cruelty!!

What is wrong with humans? There is much better stuff out there to put on your hair that what my meowmy was putting on hers. I was sitting on top of a music box thingy in the human litterbox room and meowmy was fussing with that poor-excuse-for-fur they call "hair." I happen to love that warm spot on the music box, so I'm in there quite often and I do NOT want to leave unless absolutely necessary. So I sit.. and I watch.

First Meowmy gets out of that thing they use to get wet... voluntarily. (Yet another thing I don't understand.) She used that dull claw thing and pulled it through her hair before she began the torment.

Out comes this big black thing that comes to life and starts growling and screaming and blowing fire out of its mouth. I guess it's some sort of miniature dragon. It doesn't have much of a flame coming out of its mouth... just a lot of hot wind. Torment nonetheless!

As if that weren't bad enough, next comes more animal cruelty. This annoying little thing starts hissing and spitting all over meowmy. That is some really toxic spit, too, because it made the air smell really bad.

I did my best to show my displeasure by wrinkling my nose and closing my eyes except for a little crack to make sure I wasn't going to be attacked next. It must be pretty sticky, too since it made Meowmy's fur lay down.

If she is doing all this to make herself look better, she needs to just take a hint from the feline world and lick. Yes.. she needs to lick herself from head to toe. I've tried to show her how it's done by licking her leg as soon as she gets out of the wet thing, but she just doesn't get it.

Oh well... Purrs,
Meio

No occupancy!

I love to sleep in boxes, and Meowmy is kind enough to leave boxes around for us to sleep in. She has to replace them from time to time, because Spaz likes to bite chunks out of them. He doesn't eat them, he just leaves a pile of board dust in the bottom of the box. I guess it makes it softer for him to sleep in or something.

Anyway, I have one box in particular that I really like. It's up on a high spot and you have to jump up into it, so none of the other furs can see me. I was in there snoozing when suddenly, pounce! You see, my brofur couldn't see into the box when he jumped in. He wanted to sleep in it and didn't realize it was already in it. I guess I need a sign that says "no occupancy." Or maybe, "no pawcupancy."

Purrs,
Meio

No, I do NOT snore!

Apparently I make more noise when I sleep than the usual fur. Meowmy seems to think I'm snoring. Meowmy is at least kind enough to give it another name. She calls it "snurring" - half snoring, half purring. She seems to think it's incredibly cute, though. I think she even got video of it. I'm not sure I want everyone to see it, though. Hopefully she won't post it any time soon, though.

Purrs,
Meio

To Meet Tuck

I think Meowmy may be thinking about bringing in a new brofur. I think his name might be "Tuck." She hasn't said anything about a new brofur, but she does come home smelling like other furs from time to time. She's always told me which furs it is she smells like, because she'll say something like, "You smell Oliver, don't you?" She doesn't give furs a new name when she adopts them, so I don't think it would be one of them.

I'm thinking it might be a fur who is supposed to help me somehow or something? I guess it's something like that, because she keep saying, "you needa to meet Tuck." Maybe he's going to keep those upstarts from chasing me? I don't know why Meowmy thinks he would help and not just join in and chase me like those upstarts do.

You know, the strange thing is, she points to my kudder when she talks about him. In case you don't know, a kudder is a kitty udder. That's the flabby bit of skin right in front of your back feet. I have quite an impressive one. When I sit down, it completely covers my back feet. MOL!! I have problems with allergies, and that's my favorite place to groom. That makes the fur on it really short, so it even looks like a cow's udder! Here's a picture of my kudder. Impressive, huh?

I don't know when I'm supposed to meet Tuck.. hmm.. to meet... tummy tuck. Wait a minute! There is no "Tuck" for me to meet, is there? Hrrmph!! I happen to like my kudder, thank you very much!

Hisspurrs,
Meio

Super Smart Winner!

Hooray!! I must be the smartest kitteh around. Okay, so I might be exaggerating just a bit. I'm a member of this furry exclusive group here on catster. It is only for torties and calicos like myself. They have games and sch that they play in there. I was playing a wheel of fortune game and I solved the puzzle. I'm a total genious. I even won a prize! It's a convertible. Cool, huh? Now how do I drive?

A clean slate

I have decided to clean the slate, so to speak. There is a table by Meowmy's bed. She likes to keep all sorts of stuff on there - a few letters, a drink, a cup full of pets and such. You get the idea.

For some reason she seems to be crowding me out. Or trying to, at least. I had to solve this problem. Things were taking entirely too much room on MY table.

I started by jumping onto the table. I managed to find room and so I sat down. This worked to push item number one off - a bottle of water. Next item of business, her plastic thing that holds her medicine. It didn't just move over when I sat down like it should have. This needed a little more finesse, so I turned my face and started grooming. It just so happens that my leg stetched out just enough to push the medicine off. Subtle, huh? The remote control went in similar fashion.

I detest the camera, so that needed to make sure and convey just how I feel about that dreaded thing. The table is round and she keeps the camera in the corner made by the bed and the wall. Normally it stays there without a problem, until I intervened. I like to scratch my chin by rubbing against stuff, so I started rubbing the case. I pushed and pushed until i squeezed through the opening and fell to the floor. Granted, she could get it, but at least it would be a little harder than usual.

Time for a little honesty now. There really was enough room for me to sit on the table. But Meowmy made me feel bad about how my belly hangs down. That's the reason I started this whole thing. There was a cup with some pens in it. I tried to step over it, but I could feel it catching on my belly. I raised my leg as high as it would go, but I could still feel the pens against my belly. So I tried the other leg. I raised it as high as it would go. It's a really akward position and so Meowmy was laughing. It still didn't work, though. I decided to just walk forward. That's when the pen cup went over, sending pens rolling all over the place. How dare she make fun of me! So I figured I would clean the table for her.

Revenge, sweet revenge,
Meio

Attacked!!

Ack!! A dog! There is a dog in here somewhere. I smelled it. It must have followed Meowmy in, because I didn't smell it until she got home. I wasn't paying much attention to her, because I knew that dog had to be around somewhere. Then all of the sudden it grabbed me! I hadn't seen it coming or anything. I didn't know if it was going to be nice or not, so I just bit. I didn't realize it at first, but apparently it was just Meowmy's hand where she had petted a dog. I didn't mean to, Meowmy. I'm sowwy.

I better keep an eye out for that dog... just in case.
Purrs,
Meio

Upstarts!

What don't those other cats not understand? I am 10 human years old. I am not some little 2 or 3 year old like they are. I don't run around playing those chase games like they want to do. Granted, I'll still chase a light or a wrinkle in the sheets, but that doesn't mean I want to go galavanting around the house tackling and being tackled. They keep tackling me like I am going to take chase, but all I do is hiss at them. Take a hint, guys!

Hissyfitz,
Meio

Edgar Award of the cat world!

Finally, I am getting the recognition and adoration that I so rightly deserve! It was just a couple of days ago that I was recognized as the queen of all catsterdome. That is to say, I was "Cat of the Day" here on Catster.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that I have been given the Catster equivalent of an Edgar award. I knew all along that I deserved it, but my huminion apparently did not. She is really happy, which is good since that means she was willing to type for me this morning.

That brings on a feline struggle I would like to comment on - typing. Why are the keyboards so obviously designed for human fingers? Don't those designers know that cats will want to use it from time to time? It doesn't work very well for kitties, as you can see here. I must admit, though, the built-in heat system does make for a very enticing place to lay, even when you aren't typing. Sometimes Meowmy tries to keep me off of it, but as you can see here, I am the one who makes the final decision.

But I digress. Just bring on the Edgar. I believe it will make a lovely, pure gold, jewel-encrusted, personalized... food dish.

*Bows* Thank you, thank you. Please, hold the applause... just send tuna! MOL

Purrs,
Meio