My Portfolio Assessment

Last week I helped mom learn how to do portfolio assessment by letting her assess me. She gave me a basket, and I put things in it like catnip mousies, a used pink nail cap with some of my hair still attached to it, some fur which I had recently shedded, and so forth. Then, today, she gave me my assessment:

Perfect fur
Perfect purr
Perfect her

Of course, I already knew that! *giggle* And, mom you aren't going to be able to compete with Mr. Nigel in the poetry department, either--that's obvious. But I, on the other paw, really am purrfect!

Firewood

Meow! Instead of playing with me, the humans spent the whole afternoon outside stacking firewood. And because they keep the firewood in a distant part of the garden, behind the magnolia tree, I couldn't even watch them while they worked. I know it's nice in the winter when they make a fire in the fireplace and we all sit in front of it together, but did they have to spend ALL AFTERNOON? *flips tail angrily*

Anyway, how could they do this dangerous work without me to watch over them? Sure enough, without my supervision clumsy mom dropped a log on two of her fingers and almost crushed them, and careless dad broke the wheel on the wheelbarrow and had to go to the store for a new one. When will they learn?

What a wasted day!

A tutu?

Meow-oh! Now I have something else to worry about. Never mind being taken to the vet a week ago because I had the slightest touch of pancreatitis. (So what if I threw up a few times? Dad enjoys cleaning up after me; it makes him feel useful.) Now, mom said she wants to dress me up in a tutu! A tutu! Me! Can you imagine?

This all started because they attended a performance of “The Sleeping Beauty” ballet last night. The heroine, Aurora, the Sleeping Beauty, was wearing a pink tutu, and mom said it didn’t become her at all because when she pricked her finger and had to lie down on the stage pretending to have fallen into a hundred years’ sleep, the tutu, which was very stiff, stuck up in the air in front and looked funny. Mom began to think that a pink tutu would look a lot better on me.

Well, I’m sure it would—I’m far more graceful than any human ballerina! But a pink collar is enough, along with my pink nail caps. They are elegantly understated and tasteful. I don’t want to wear anything else!

The Compassion Club

I don't really remember my life before I was rescued by the Branford Compassion Club. All I remember is that I was on the street, and it was cold, and I was scared. . . .

But everything changed when those people found me. They took care of me and then sent me to the special showroom where kitties go to look over visiting humans in need of feline supervision and see if there are any they'd like to adopt. I selected my humans there, and took up my current life at the Cat Mahal, as supervisory Cat in Charge of Everything. *giggles* I have nothing to complain about!

Today was the first anniversary of the club in their new headquarters in North Branford, and they held a big party. I didn't go, but I sent mom and dad with a photo of me fur their bulletin board and two big bags of dry food fur the kitties in residence. (I'm such a generous kitty!) There were so many people attending that there was no place fur mom and dad to park their car; mom had to stay outside in the car while dad ran in with my gifts. He says it was very nice.

I hope they rescue lots more cats in the coming year. So many humans need kitties to take care of them!

Valentine's Day

Today is Valentine's Day, and I got lots of extra treats. But I'm angry over one treat I didn't get.

Dad took mom out to a fancy restaurant fur dinner, but he didn't take me! Why couldn't I go too? *flips tail disconsolately* What do restaurants have against kitties? I would behave perfectly well! I would just sit on mom and dad's table and not run around and bother the other diners. And I would try very hard not to knock anything off the table with my tail!

I gave them a big angry meow when they left, and a few more when they came home. I don't think it's at all fair. . . .

A green mousie

It was a green catnip mousie, practically new—I’d only had it for about a week, and it hadn’t even lost its tail yet. And I’d only carried it into the bedroom a couple of times for my nightly concerts—after all, there were also the pink, orange, and blue mousies to consider. I don’t like any mousie to feel neglected.

But now it’s gone! So quickly. And all because I bit off its head—dad said he was afraid I might swallow one of the pieces by accident, so he picked them up and threw them away.

But why did the head come off so easily, after just one bite? Or series of bites? It seems that they just don’t make catnip mousies the way they used to!

Thank you

Thank you to all the kitties who congratulated me today for being a Daily Diary Pick, and thank you to Catster for picking me! I can't believe I've been lucky this way three times in a month!

*lies on back and rolls happily from side to side*

Thanksgiving

What a nice, nap-filled day I've had with my family! In the morning we got up early to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV. Mom started to doze off halfway through, right after we saw the Spongebob Squarepants balloon (our favorite), but that's okay, because I was dozing too, right next to her, on the arm of the loveseat. Then we went downstairs and while I had my brunch treat, mom and dad began to set everything up for Thanksgiving dinner. While the food was cooking I supervised while they took out the fancy china and set the table. Then we ate, and after that we spent the rest of the afternoon listening to music and dozing on the sofa in front of the fireplace. The fire was nice and warm! Then came dinner (leftovers--yum!) and after that more napping--we dozed our way through an old holiday movie, "Miracle on 34th Street." What a purrfect day! I think I could go for another nap, though. *yawns* Like right now.

DDP

What a fun day I've had today as a DDP! Thanks to Catster, and to all the nice kitties who sent me concatulations or presents! It has really been wonderpurr!

*lies on back and rolls happily from side to side*

A suprise fur mom

I gave mom a big surprise this morning. Yesterday she gave me some new catnip mousies to play with because, frankly, the old ones were getting kind of chewed up. *giggles* I decided to be a nice kitty and share them with her, so I left one in her slipper overnight. Meow, was she surprised when she got up and couldn't put the slipper on because mousie was stuck in the toe! *giggles*