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September 15th 2010 8:58 pm
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Today, dad let me help him with one of his art projects!

For his sculpture class, he's making some kind of low relief plaque, and he has to hold the raised pieces in place with little squares of mat board glued together. He didn't let me help with the gluing (he says rubber cement isn't good for kitties--I wonder why?), but after he cut out all the little squares, he let me test them by batting them around on the table with my paw to make sure they were sturdy enough for use. He said I did a really good job!

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


September 13th 2010 2:15 pm
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Meow! Meow! Meow! Mom, you come inside this minute--you've been sitting outside long enough! Don't you know it's dangerous to be outside? It's chilly, too, and I know you got your clothes wet while you were watering the garden. Do you want to get sick, like Skippy was? Come inside! Meow!

(When will these humans ever learn? It's safe here inside the Cat Mahal--I wish they wouldn't go out!)


September 12th 2010 8:41 pm
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I must be in a really, really good mood today! When I was sitting in my office [the green cotton velvet chair in the living room], I actually let mom pick me up and hold me for a long, long time--about 15 minutes! I purred very loudly.

Usually I only let her pick me up and hold me for two minutes! *giggles* After all, I'm a busy cat, with a heavy schedule of naps!


September 11th 2010 1:47 pm
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Meow, I'm so excited to have my diary be a Daily Diary Pick today! Thanks to Catster and to all the kitties who sent me greetings and gifts. I appreciate them all! Catster is really my favorite place to be, right after my palace, the Cat Mahal. I love coming here!

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


September 9th 2010 9:42 pm
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Mom always laughs at me because I don't like to go to the vet. But she doesn't like to go to the human vet either! She had to go for a checkup today and I'm sure that if she had a tail it would have been flipping back and forth, just like mine. MOL!

I guess humans don't like to be poked and prodded any more than we do.


September 7th 2010 6:57 pm
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I was just watching a TV show about human origins with my mom and dad. I thought it would be interesting to know something about where they came from. But now I'm puzzled--the narrator said that the reason humans don't have fur all over their bodies, the way we do, is to facilitate cooling--it's an adaptation enabling them to do long-distance running in the hot climate they originated in, and so to be successful hunters. But--my mom and dad don't do any long-distance running. In fact, my mom is noticeably slow--if I start climbing the stairs when she is three steps from the top, I still get there first! So why doesn't she grow fur? *flips tail in confusion*


September 3rd 2010 4:29 pm
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My mom isn't a very capable human--she needs a lot of supervision because she's very clumsy, always tripping over things or dropping them. And I am very happy to provide supervision--when she goes upstairs, I go upstairs; when she goes downstairs, I go downstairs. And she is absolutely not allowed to be in my basement playroom for more than five minutes unless I am there too! I have to watch her every move. I never know when she's going to spill something, or let something fall, or end up on the floor herself. When something like this happens, I show my displeasure by thumping my tail (or running away, if a really loud noise is involved!). But she never learns. I wonder if there's a set of exercises I could do to teach her to be more graceful? Clearly, watching me is just not enough.


August 29th 2010 9:35 pm
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I don't really understand why, but the sound of mom's voice has always atracted me. The first time I heard it, in the shelter, even before I saw her, I started meowing--I knew, somehow, that she was the right human for me to adopt. (And when she and dad heard me meowing, they came to me right away--and of course my great charm and beauty sealed the deal! *giggles*)

The print on the newspaper is a bit difficult for dad to read because he's so nearsighted, so sometimes mom helps him out by reading articles aloud to him after they eat breakfast. Whenever she does, I immediately jump on the table and run to give her some head butts. (Yes, I know I'm not supposed to jump on the table like that, but who cares?) Her voice is just like her violin playing, which I am also attracted to, even though it's not very good--I just can't keep away!


August 27th 2010 10:08 am
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*runs in singing*

Whe-e-e-e-ere is my treat?
Whe-e-e-e-ere is my treat?
Mom, mom, mom pick up your feet!
It's time for my holy brunchtime treat!

*runs out*


August 25th 2010 8:27 am
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So many strangers running around my palace today! I'm not sure I can stand it. Mom's violin teacher was here, to give her a lesson--why was she here, I wonder? Mom always goes to her place. . . . Anyway, I couldn't go into the living room for my midday snooze on the green chair because the teacher was there sitting on it--so annoying! Then, there was that strange guy working in the basement--fixing a basement light, dad said. So, I couldn't go to the basement playroom for my usual inspection, either. And all that noise outside, while my magnolia tree was being trimmed! At least that stranger didn't come in. Meow, I'm exhausted now, just from running around spying on these humans to make sure they weren't damaging my palace somehow. Now that they're gone and it's finally quiet, I think I'll need a restorative nap! Right away!

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