Tis I, Puss IN Boots!!!

I am beyond excited.....it is my week. My movie opens on Friday.

I wonder if Kitty SoftPaws will accompany me to the Purrrrmier?

Purrrr-fectly WonderPurrr Day

It's my birfday! It's my Birfday!! It's my BIRFDAY!!!

I am so happy reach the venerable age of 16.

I am so apurrciative of efurryone who sent me birfday wishes. I love all my Catster fur-riends & I love my Catster life.

BTW, today is also my sisfur, Cagney's, birfday. She doesn't have a lot of fur-riends to talk to.....please stop by her page & say hi & maybe leave her a treat.


Thanks, Efurryone, for all your good wishes & rosies & prezzies.

I am one blessed

OLIVER WINSTON PARSONS CAT!!!!!!!

Feeling Furrrific!!

I have been under the weather lately. I'm not sure exactly what that means...how can you be "under the weather"? Does that mean the water falls down on your head? Or the cold, white stuff lays on top of you? Well, none of THAT has happened but I haven't been up to snuff recently. "Up to snuff"? Well, now THAT'S disgusting. No one should be "up to snuff", who wants that smelly old nasty stuff anywhere near?

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I've had a cold and just felt pawful over the past few weeks. Mama called the clinic & then Daddy drove there & he brought me back some pills. They're little and of course, they're PINK! For the furst couple days I gave Mama a really hard time when she tried to give me the pills. Then I realized how much better I was feeling and now I only struggle a little. Just enough struggle to maintain my cat dignity.

Mama says I used up a life on this illness. She ALSO said the pills made me even better than I was BEFORE I got the cold. Mama thinks I've had a 'fection fur a long time & these pills cured several ills.

WHATEFURR!!! All I know is I feel FURRIFIC!! And I have lots of trouble to get into just to make up for my downtime.

I better scoot.....trouble is calling.

Oh No! Sadness and Quiet At Our House

My stoopid dog bruvver, Scout Levi, is in the hospital. He hurt his back and Mama and Daddy took him away. They came home and they are furry sad and they're furry quiet.

You have to understand my Mama and Daddy talk to eachother all the time. And they are always laughin' wif eachother too. Our house is a happy house.

But not now, not today.

It's too quiet, too sad.

And I'm scared for my dog bruvver. I call him "stoopid" but I really do love him and I want him TO COME HOME!

Scared....
and sad.

About My Sisfur

Mama took my sisfur, Cagney Algernon Tigre', away this morning. I nefur think that's a good thing.
My bruvver, H K Derby, walked around crying and crying for her. It's not that Derby likes Cagney -- he just likes staring at her.

Anyway, purrty soon here comes Mama back wif Cagney. And then!!!! Cagney had to get some medicine in her mouf. It's not the pink stuff but it comes out of the same dropper...it's white though.

Cagney is much more of a pussy cat than I am -- she took her medicine wifout any fuss. That's cuz she's a GIRL! Boy cats put up a fight.

So Mama says Cagney has a bladder 'fection. Poor girl. Those hurt. Mama says Cagney will be all better in a few days and then I can hassle her again. MOL MOL MOL.

I FEEL CATABULOUS!!

Mama & Daddy have been gone observing our High Holidays -- it's the Jewish New Year & Days of Atonement. Don't ask me...I may be Jewish but I'm a CAT & so I don't know all 'bout this stuff.

Anyway, the hoo-mans have been gone & I couldn't access the 'puter. Now mama is home & she let me see my CATSTER...it seems I am a DOTD.

WOW!!! I feel so honored. Catster is furry impurrtant to me and to mama's happiness. This is purrty exciting to be selected for my writings.

Thanks, CATSTER.

And thanks to all my fur-riends for reading my scribbles.

HUMILIATION!

I am a big, strong, manly cat.

And yet I have just been saddled with Mama's latest nickname for me.

Don't laugh....don't laugh...someday your mama will name you something silly too.

[deep breath] Ok. Here it is.
I am now known as Butterscotch Puddin' Boots.

OMC!!

Could this day get ANY worse??

On the Road Again

I am the Big Brilliant Orange Ruler of the Home...
so why the Cat is this teeny, tiny brown tabby interloper taking up so much of my Mama's time???

All of a sudden it's "after I feed the kitten, Oliver, then I'll make your breakfast" or "Ollie, jump up off my lap, I need to feed the kitten" or "No, Oliver, you can't bat the kitten, he's too tiny".

As soon as I finish this entry I am packing my kitty bags and I am going on the road. I'll be traveling the country & visiting my fur-riends. Think I'll skip on out to California furrst to start with Jason & of course Opie. In fact, Opie may want to join me since he has TWO new hoo-man babies to contend with. Then I'll work my way back east seeing efurrycat in between. On the east coast I'll spend some grrreat time with Sab, then when I get to NY Hector may take me to camp with him. I plan to end my travels with my Siouxsie. She can soothe my wounded soul.

Anycat want to join me??

Tim Gunn She is NOT!

So this morning Mama gets to thinking.

This is always a dangerous time for me. I should have left the room, but you know how it is. Mama is close by, it's Sunday, I want to be with her.

All of a sudden she starts wrapping something white around my neck.

What the ????

"Oh, Ollie, you're so cute. Look how handsome you are! Let's go show Daddy how handsome you are."

Hmmmmm. This doesn't feel bad. The white is soft & it doesn't keep me from walking so I follow Mama. Daddy comes in the room & he chuckles. He tells me I look handsome. That I look like an "aviator".

I don't know what an aviator is, but if it includes the word "handsome", I guess that's ok.

Dexter Duff & Henry K Derby are looking at me kind of funny. They come closer and they sniff me. HEY! I don't smell bad. Back OFF, Fur Buckets!! They leave. They sit across the room and stare at me.

Then Mama gets the camera out, she takes my picture and I SEE MYSELF FOR THE FURST TIME.

Oh My Catness!!!! She's DRESSED ME UP.

I am Brilliant. I am Orange. I am COMPLETE. I DO NOT NEED dressing up.

So I stage a sit in and I use my back leg to "scratch". I scratch & scratch until Mama's little Tim Gunn experiment is laying in a heap on the dining table. Then I got down, threw up a little on the floor to emphasize my point and now I'm on my way to nap.

Get a hobby, Mama!!

Many Many THANK MEWS

Efurryone has been so wonderpurr to me this month -- fur my birfday & fur my not feeling well & just in general.

I am overwhelmed with gratitude (& probably a little cattitude) at what a blessed kitty I am to have each of you as my fur-riends.

Thank you so much for all the wonderpurr rosies!! I love efurryone of them so much.

Mama even copied my page & copied all the notes your wrote to me so when they go away off my page I can still look back with happiness at all the love I received for my 15th birfday.

THANK MEW!!!!!!!