*sings*

Meow, Catnip Mouse, the humans, they are calling
From room to room. They've even looked outside.
I'm not impressed by all their caterwauling.
I'll just stay here, where I know I can hide.

"Where's Pussycat?" they ask each other sadly.
But they're not gonna find me now just yet.
Meow, some might say that I'm behaving badly--
but then, I know they want to take me to the vet.

*giggles*

Briana tagged me--poor thing, she's so busy keeping an eye on those nasty kittens her humans adopted, I'm surprised she has any time to play!

For this tag game, I have to list 6 things I don't like and then tag 6 friends.

6 things I don't like are:

1. humans other than mine in my palace
2. my humans leaving my palace, for any reason
3. healthy cat food with organic cranberries in it
4. human food
5. having humans forget my special brunch treat
6. losing toys

The 6 friends I'm going to tag are:

Baby Girl
Prince
Marilyn
Firepie
Tara
Gaston

Today, when mom came home from her violin lesson, she didn't come into the house right away. She just parked the car in the garage and ran straight out into the garden to cut some nasty vines, or something. She was out there for half an hour, while all the time I was waiting for her to come in and pet me! You can be sure I gave her a good scolding when she finally came in! That is simply NOT ACCEPTABLE.

Five Fabulous Things About Me

I got tagged by Felix to play this game! I get to tell all of Catster five great things about myself and then tag five of my friends and ask them to do the same:


1. I like to sit next to my mom and purr encouragement while she practices the violin. (Also, she stops to give me nice belly rubs from time to time!).

2. I like to run down to my basement playroom and sit on the window sill to look out at my garden and watch for birds, squirrels, and bunny rabbits.

3. I like to play with my toys. Mom and dad say I'm the most toy-oriented kitty they've ever known--MOL!

4. I like to lie on my back and really stretch out. (Why not? I'm perfectly safe here in my palace!)

5. I like to sing. I have a beautiful meow, especially at night.

Now I'm tagging these five cats:

Goldy 227633
Ishtar 597601
Liliya Zimah Taiga 676444
Artiemis 763159
Eva 662869

I've been tagged by Meatball and also by Bijoux!

I have to list 4 things of each of the four categories below & then tag 4 furriends, and they have to do the same (and so on, and so on, and so on). Here goes:

The four jobs I have:

1. Watching carefully to make sure no birds get in the house.
2. Banging the humans' heads with my tail to try to make them smarter.
3. Helping mom practice playing her violin and providing her with an appreciative audience.
4. Decorating the humans' white furniture with black hair, and their black furniture with white hair--MOL!

The four places I have lived or stayed at:

1. The street
2. The local Compassion Club
3. The shelter
4. My furever palace!

The four places I would rather be:

Always, in my palace! Inside my palace, I would choose:

1. My basement playroom
2. The arm of the loveseat where the humans sit when they watch TV
3. The wicker bench where mom sits to play the violin
4. The bed in my room (they call it the "guest room," but it's mine!)

The four kitties I am tagging are:

Ishtar
Tara
Gaston
Artiemis

I can't believe I'm a daily diary pick today! And Sausage and Meatball sent me a beautiful bunch of tulips to celebrate the event! I'm so excited! I just wish I had more time to write in my diary. Helping Baby Girl with the "I'm no longer alone" group takes a lot of time, and so does checking in with all my friends in other groups. Everything here is so much fun that it's hard to know what to do first--MOL!

I'm very gentle with my humans--I never scratch or bite, and I don't even swipe them. When they do something that displeases me, like pick me up when I'm not in the mood, I find that simple verbal correction--a firm meow--combined with a quick wriggle and squirm does the trick very well. But when it comes to my toys I'm a whole different animal--very fierce! Dad bought me a new stuffed doggie toy last weekend to make up for the purple one he accidentally shredded with the vacuum cleaner--and it's already in tatters. I've bitten off one leg and started to attack the stuffing (that's when dad knew he had to take it away from me--MOL--fiberglass isn't so great for kitty digestion!). The rest of it is already covered with frayed threads. What a great hunter I am! Attack! Attack! Meow!

Mom left in such a hurry this morning that she forgot to give me a proper goodbye. How could she? I was so upset! When she came home, I heard her dawdling around in the garage instead of coming in right away, as she's supposed to, so I started meowing to her very fast, at the top of my lungs--MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW! She thought something was wrong with me, so she ran right into the house--much better!

Meow! Can you believe it? My favorite toy, the purple doggie (you can see me playing with it in one of my videos) is gone! Dad accidentally vacuumed it into the big noisy machine, and now he can't get it out! Meow! What an awful thing to happen! How could my doggie toy get into that machine? I know it didn't have any more catnip stuffing, because I ate it all, but still. . . .

*playing with the blue catnip mousie* Meow, oh! My blue mousie went under the ottoman. I can't get it out. Meow! Dad, hurry upstairs and get it out for me. *Dad runs upstairs* Here he is. Thanks! *playing some more with the blue catnip mousie*Meow, oh! My blue mousie went under the ottoman. I can't get it out. Meow! Meow! Dad, hurry upstairs and get it out for me. *Dad runs upstairs* Here he is. Thanks! *playing some more with the blue catnip mousie* Meow, oh! My blue mousie went under the ottoman. I can't get it out. Meow! Meow! Meow! Dad! *Dad drags himself wearily upstairs again* Thanks! *playing some more. . . . *