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Poor dad!

April 6th 2011 11:17 am
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Poor dad! I had to spend a lot of time comforting him with soothing rubs and purrs yesterday.

When mom and dad were driving on the highway past Ikea, the big department store, dad saw a big sign: "Swedish meat balls - new low price $3.99!" Dad loves the Swedish meatballs at Ikea, so he wanted mom, who was driving, to get off the highway for him to stop and get some. True, he'd just had lunch already, but no time is a bad time for a treat (I should know!). But unfortunately there was a lot of traffic and mom couldn't get to the exit in time. So dad didn't get his Swedish meatballs, and was disappointed; he told me about it when they came home.

I could imagine just how he felt. I don't like missing out on a treat myself! Meow, I wonder if I should offer dad a few of my brunch treats? They look like Swedish meatballs, only smaller. Maybe he would like them. . . .

 

April 1st 2011 1:27 pm
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Meow! What a great jumper I am! I jumped up to the second shelf of the linen closet all by myself, without any help from mom. There was only a narrow opening at the top of a pile of towels, too--but I zipped right in as I landed, without even hitting my head at all. My judgment of distance and direction were exactly right. I'm so purrfect! *lies on back and rolls happily from side to side*

 

March 26th 2011 11:42 am
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Last week was my Gotcha Day. I was going to write an entry about it, but I was feeling too sad because it was also the day that our beloved Hazel Lucy died. (We will all miss her so much!) So I didn't.

But I should say something about my Gotcha Day. It was a real "gotcha" for me all right *giggles*, because I got a lot of ribbons, hearts, and other prezzies from lots of furriends on Catster, and that helped to cheer me up. And in addition to giving me some special smoked salmon, my humans got me a new catnip banana! I love catnip bananas, and what made this one really nice is that they have finally learned not to take away old toys right away when they buy me replacements. Yes, I know the old ones, whether mousies or bananas, are often shredded almost beyond recognition, but that just shows how much I love them! So I don't want them removed until the new toys have gotten a few dents and wounds of their own. Seeing the old toys disappear right away makes me nervous. *flips tail anxiously*

The day after my Gotcha day was my humans' Gotcha day (their wedding anniversary). So the whole week was a Gotcha festival for us!

 

March 7th 2011 5:08 pm
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Mom and dad got takeout food from a local Chinese restaurant for dinner tonight. Along with the food came two fortune cookies--and it was pretty clear that the fortunes in them had nothing to do with mom and dad, but were directed at ME.

The first one said, "Your courage does you honor." Of course! I wasn't the least bit afraid when mom and dad took me to see that silly vet a couple of weeks ago. Angry, yes--afraid, never. As a princess with my own palace and slaves, I do not need to be afraid of ANYTHING.

The second fortune said, "You have an iron will and it's the key to your success." Indeed! Training humans isn't easy, let me tell you. They are inattentive, careless, and just not particularly bright. Success requires, first and foremost, sheer determination--something which, as the cookie noted, I have in abundance!

 

February 26th 2011 4:16 pm
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Meow, Aunt Sylvia was telling my mom on the phone about how messy Aunt Sylvia's daughter's house is. My mom was upset, because she likes everything to be neat! I decided to make extra efforts at neatness so mom would feel better. So for the past couple of nights I have taken special care with the catnip mousies I bring into the bedroom and sing to while mom and dad are trying to sleep. Instead of scattering them around the room, I've been lining them up in a row near the foot of the bed. What a good kitty I am!

 

February 7th 2011 10:12 pm
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I've been tagged by Felix to play a new game of tag! I'm supposed to list in my diary the five most annoying things my humans do, and then tag five friends to do the same in their diaries for their humans.

Here's my list:

1. Pick me up when I'm busy! How would they like being interrupted this way?

2. Not let me go into the basement storage room. I'm tired of hearing that I might get my fur dirty or get hurt in there! I want to see the furnace and the big oil tank!

3. Ask me to try new foods from time to time. I would hope that by now I've made my preferences perfectly clear! I don't want any change at all. I don't care what the vet said about my being two pounds overweight. It's nonsense--I'm all muscle!

4. Forget to bring my catnip mousies back to the big loft room in the morning after I've spent the night bringing them into the bedroom one by one, accompanying each with a song. Surely they don't expect me to do this myself? Where's the high standard of service that I naturally expect?

5. Be late with my morning brunch treat! Again, this is a matter of service. I expect the best.

Now, I'm tagging:

Mr. Sam 448437
Autumn Amelia 920640
Skippy 999263
Briana 338402
Liberty163206

 

February 4th 2011 1:06 pm
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What an awful day! They tricked me!

There I was, peacefully enjoying my midday snooze, when suddenly dad grabbed me and picked me up. Behind him came mom, with that me@%*@ow! me@%*@ow! carrier, which she had sneaked out of the closet, and dad stuffed me in! Then they took me OUT OF MY PALACE and into the car, and I was off to the vet, where I was handled all over by strange-smelling humans and given some kind of stupid shot. I don't care about that--it was just an insignificant pinprick--but what a nerve the male human had, saying I should lose two pounds! TWO POUNDS! What an idea! He should feel blessed to live in a world that has two extra pounds of my excellence in it, if indeed those two pounds are extra, which I highly doubt. I AM PURRFECT, just the way I am!

I certainly let mom and dad know my opinion of all this, I can tell you. I meowed as loudly as possible ALL THE WAY TO THE VET, and even ALL THE WAY BACK. Mom said, "But you're on your way home now, and will be there in ten minutes--why complain?"

"That's not good enough!" I yowled. "You should never have taken me out in the first place!"

Meow! Meow! Meow! *flips tail angrily*

 

February 2nd 2011 1:50 pm
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Meow, in honor of Asian lunar new year, which is tomorrow, mom, dad, and I have all taken North Korean nicknames. Since there are exactly three of us, it works out perfectly. One of us is the Great Leader, one of us is the Dear Leader, and one of us is the Young Leader. Can you guess which one is me? *giggles*

And BTW, dad says that even though in China it's going to be the year of the rabbit, in Vietnam, where he comes from, it will be the year of the cat! (Of course every year should be the year of the cat!)

 

January 27th 2011 10:26 pm
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Meow, this is the fifth anniversary of the death of my brofur Apollo. I never knew him, since he died before I came to live at the Cat Mahal, but I know he was a very good kitty and my humans loved him very much and still miss him. He was only seven years old when he died of lymphoma despite receiving the best possible treatment and chemotherapy. So young! *flips tail sadly* I will have to be extra nice to my humans today. . . .

 

January 22nd 2011 9:14 pm
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What a happy kitty I am!
I love to lie on my back and roll from side to side.
I love to get belly rubs and chest rubs.
I love to get neck scratches.
I love to play with my toys, especially my catnip mousies, bizzy balls, and catnip banana.
I love to rub my mom's legs and sniff my dad's hair.
I love to patrol my palace.
I love to watch birdies through the window.
I love to take naps, the more the better.
I love to get treats.
I love to have the humans watch me while I eat.
Purrrrr. . . .purrrrrrr. . . . . .purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. . . . .

 
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