September 19th 2013 12:52 pm
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I scared my mom because I went outside! The front door was open just long enough for me to walk out. I guess I was curious to be outside. I made it down the hallway to the stairs that lead down to the bottom part of the apartment building. As soon as I stepped down the first stair, my mom grabbed my tail and then scooped me up in her arms and carried me back home. She hopes I never do that again. It scared her. I don't know what came over me.. I usually never do that. She said I wanted sweet freedom lol.
February 12th 2013 7:33 pm
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My Mom took me to a fundraiser! I helped raise money for animals that need love and a good home. A very nice lady who happens to be a photographer used her studio to give photo shoots if you donated $25 and a new pet toy to the spcaLA. I brought two toys to donate... a doggy and a kitty toy. I posted a pic on my page from my photo shoot(my default pic. ) Mom feels bad because she knows I hated the car ride and being in public. I just ate my dinner, begged for a bite of my mom's dinner, chased my new laser mousie and now I'm going to relax. Good night..:^:
September 4th 2012 9:17 pm
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Today I checked my paw mail and got quite a surprise. I was Blue the Week on 8-27-12. I am so happy and my Mom is so proud. She is showing my picture to everyone.
Last week Mom bought me the Catasphere from cosco. My own chair.. I have already slept in it. Yesterday company came over and I hissed and growled. I don't know why, I just don't like her.. She is my mom's Mom. I was hiding from her under the dining room table and she kept talking to me and trying to pet me.. so as soon as she was close enough I scratched her! Mom wanted me to let her nephew pet me too and I yeowed at him like this, "Meeyoowww," because I disliked these visitors in my home.
My Mom understands I was scared. As soon as the visitors left, I was back to my normal happy self.
I am happily watching TV with Mom and Dad now. I like to lay on Dad's knee.
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