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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!


August 22nd 2010 9:33 pm
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Aunt Aimee came to do my nails today. She clipped them and then put some new pink nail caps on my front claws. She told mom that at PetSmart there are pink nail caps with sparkles on them. Sparkles! That sounds like fun. My collar has sparkles, after all. I'm going to send mom to take a look.

Poor Aunt Aimee! Her brother was killed in a hit and run accident a few months ago. The driver who hit him still hasn't been found. It's so awful!

The street isn't only dangerous for kitties; it's dangerous for humans, too. I wish mom and dad would listen when I meow to them to stay inside and not go out.


August 20th 2010 9:16 pm
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Meow! Mom noticed that there was some kind of yellow stain on the bottom of my right foot, about the size of a penny. I'm quite sure it was nothing, but she was afraid that maybe I'd stepped in some of dad's paint. The kind of paint he uses isn't toxic, but it bothered her anyway, so she got dad to pick me up and hold me while she dabbed at my foot with a wet paper towel. A! Wet! Paper! Towel! I was quite indignant, I assure you. The wet towel felt extremely disagreeable. Mom needs to learn to leave well enough alone--the yellow stain wasn't bothering me at all!


August 18th 2010 8:44 pm
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(sigh) Dad always asks me why I need such an unusually great amount of petting. It's hard for him to understand that even after living here in the Cat Mahal for nearly five years, I'm still making up for not getting any attention when I was living on the street, and not getting much in the shelter either because I was so shy--they called me the "wallflower." Meow, well, I'm not the "wallflower" anymore, and I'm going to get as much petting as the humans' hands can take!

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


August 16th 2010 12:09 pm
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Humans may be big animals, but I can't believe how weak they are. This morning mom petted me for half an hour and then complained that she had to stop because her hands were tired. Her hands were tired! After only half an hour! What is this "carpal tunnel syndrome," anyway? It isn't something kitties get, I'm sure. We are much better designed, physically, than humans.

Half an hour of petting really isn't enough to start my day. I need a lot more--belly rubs, chest rubs, and head scratches. I'm going to have to get mom into an exercise program to build up her stamina!


August 13th 2010 10:14 pm
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Meow-oh--I bit another catnip mousie in half! How many do I have left? I'm not sure. I think it's time to send dad on a catnip mousie hunt, under the refrigerator, under the humans' bed, and under the sofa. I must have more catnip mousies around somewhere. . . . I know there's a box of new catnip mousies that mom is keeping for me, but she doesn't want to give them to me all at once. I don't know why not--it wouldn't take me more than a day or two to lose all of them. *giggles*


August 12th 2010 10:02 am
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Mom and dad say there's a lot of trouble in our country now, what with economic problems and things like that. But I know one thing that's very right in our country--our country has millions of cats, dispensing substantial doses of catly love to their humans in the form of rubs, purrs, and other attention, every single day! This can't help but make the humans feel better. *lies on back and rolls happily from side to side*


August 11th 2010 12:24 pm
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What a clever kitty I am! *pausing to lick myself in self-satisfaction*

I got two brunch treats this morning instead of one!

That lazy mom wouldn't get up, despite my meows, so I went downstairs despondently. Then it hit me--why not get my brunch treat from dad instead? True, it's always mom who gives it to me, but humans are pretty smart if you're patient with them--so I thought I'd give it a try. I went to dad and started meowing loudly.

At first he thought I wanted to go down to my basement playroom, so he opened the door for me. But when I kept meowing and wouldn't go, he figured it must be something else that I wanted. He thought and thought--I could see him sweating and struggling to make his brain work--and finally he guessed it. That was brunch treat number one!

*giggles* Of course, when mom finally came down, I meowed again. . . and number two was served in short order! *burp*


August 8th 2010 7:43 pm
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Meow, meow! Dad! My food dish is nearly empty! Get up, get up! Never mind watching silly humans playing with a ball on TV. Who cares about "Yankees" or "Red Sox"? Meow! You need to refill my dish immediately!

Meow, good, he's getting up. I must say my dad is well trained. *giggles* He doesn't want me to experience the HORROR of an empty food dish. Here he comes, running up the stairs with my refill!

Got to go now--it's snack time!

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