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I am Nuk Anuk and this is my diary

*Definitive* Proof - Snow Cats - The girls have lost their minds!

Tomorrow is the *official* first day of Spring. (Although, no-one seems to have told the weather that fact) We had a few days of 'warm'ish' weather and then snow.
... And you know what those crazy Sisfurs of mine did? They went out in the snow!
Not just once, but twice. They willingly went out and had themselves some type of fun out there.
PFFFT !

The last time it snowed (before last night) those girls went out on the back porch and down into the yard. The first one out was T̶h̶e̶ ̶S̶m̶a̶c̶k̶y̶ ̶P̶a̶w̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶F̶u̶r̶y̶ (ooops, sorry about that, I meant Sweets)
T̶h̶e̶ ̶S̶m̶a̶c̶k̶y̶ ̶P̶a̶w̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶F̶u̶r̶y̶ (yeah, alright... Sweets) mostly just stayed up on the upper porch making little tripod pawprints in the light snow coating. Gabby, however started to wander down the porch steps and almost made her way onto the grass of the yard.

Are you wondering what *I* was doing during all of this? I stayed comfortably and firmly on the sofa - indoors!
Yeah, that's right, I knew where it was warm and where there was no wet snow falling on my back furs and where my paw leathers were dry and toasty. I once lived outside, I had had enough of inclement 'weather' back then.
Duh, that's why I agreed to become an "indoor" guy. (Well, it's one of the reasons why anyway - Food [obviously] would be another reason)

So, last night it snows again and again the Sisfurs want to go out. They willingly wanted to repeat a behavior that I can see no *reward* in repeating. My Angel opened the back door and out they went into the snow. ALL. THE. GIRLS. Isn't that crazy?
U.N.O and I (and the 'tasty morsel boys') stayed inside. - Guys are smart!

It wasn't too long before the girls all came back inside. My Angel was shivering (I guess so.... being furless and all)
and T̶h̶e̶ ̶S̶m̶a̶c̶k̶y̶ ̶P̶a̶w̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶F̶u̶r̶y̶ ok, ok - Sweets and Gabby were all excited and flush with their adventure(s). I listened to their silly girlish chatter.
"oooh, wasn't that fantastic?" "I hope we can do that again!" "What do I have this thick fur for if not to play in the snow?" "I love how the snow seems to make everything sparkle and glow!"

Alright, I'll admit it... Their chatter did, kind of, maybe, sort of, almost, make the snow seem "like fun". When the U.N.O got up to go to the kitchen I followed him and asked if I might also go outside. He opened the door for me, I went to take a step onto the porch and said "NO". The snow was right there, piling up. I would have had to *gasp* step in it.
No, no, no and another time no!
I backed up and the U.N.O laughed at me and said "Hmmm, I didn't think you'd want to go out once you saw the snow."
He closed the door and I curled up again on the sofa, content in the warmth of my knowledge that the girls are clearly out of their minds.

My Comment, I've tried several times to post on Colette's- Diary

I tried several times to post this as a comment on Colette Sidonie-Samantha's Diary Dreaded "Error 4" thought she could thwart me.

Eh...
I am the "spokescat" for dark humor and satire. I am not though of the 'school-of-thought' that feels 'dark humor' needs to be cruel, offensive or graphic in nature.

I'd seen "helicopter cat" through other *sources* and never expected to see it here on Catster. While I'm sure the "artist" would defend the 'artistic integrity" of his *creation* ~ It looks more to me like an example "defiling the dead."

Catster's "Catster Community Guidelines" states under the subsection "The Spirit of Catster"
[...]"This site is for the love of cats. It is about caring and support. It is about fun, friendly and informational sharing of our passion for our furry friends. There is no shortage of places on the Internet to fight, scratch and snarl and we thought it was high time to have a place that was all about the kindness and fun of sharing and communication."

Scroll down that link I've posted above, to the section: "Sitewide Community Guidelines"
[...]"Content that contains profanity; is sexually explicit; depicts the torture and abuse of animals; or contains graphic, descriptive and lengthy portrayals of serious violence against animals; blood, injury, and/or death are not allowed on Catster.

Profanity should never be bowdlerized by replacing letters in the word with dashes, asterisks, or other symbols. Profane acronyms are not allowed on Catster."

In that "Spirit" I was also surprised a few weeks back to see a blog post featuring crocheted "cat toys" consisting of a primary sex characteristic, a secondary sex characteristic and five white blind mice. (I joke, I *know* they weren't blind mice.)

A feature called your "WTF of the day" would seem to be comprised (at least in part) of a "profane acronym."

It would seem that Catster Member posts and sitewide conduct are held to one standard, and the staff bloggers and their posts to another standard.

I've written nearly my own diary entry now here on Colette's comments, but I'll close with one simple statement. "Immature, low brow humor does not impress me." (and it's upsetting my friends and causing them to leave this site.)
That makes me sad....

My Super Power ~ The ability to quadruple my mass when- stressed (still intact!)

Why are the girls allowed to write their diaries first? It must be a case of "saving the best for last."
Afterall, who is the only cat to proudly wear a harness and ride along on a lap? Why it's me, of course!

I've got to admit though, I really don't like going out of the house. As I stood in the foyer, I did my best to keep trying to get back into the closed inner door. When my Angel picked me up in her arms and rested me against her chest and shoulder I did start to get nervous. When we moved out the outer door into the bright sunlight, I put one paw on either side of her neck and buried my head under her chin. (You didn't think I was going to walk myself out to the car, did you?)

And... I *may* have cried (like a little girl) as the car started and pulled away from the house. (But make no mistake. I did not ever cry with the intensity or duration that the operatic divas in the back seat managed.)
And... I may have trembled a little bit too as the car roared down the road. (Although the comfort and realization of my *specialness* [I am the only cat to be able to be stroked and petted] soon calmed any fearful tremors.
And... I may have (temporarily) forgotten that I'm a "Super-Cat" with a Super Power.

Once we were through the vet hospital doors my super power activated. The ability to quadruple my mass. I was then (at least) 4 times heavier and although I may have looked like a "cat" to anyone seeing me. I knew I was a *rock.* Solid. Heavy. Unmovable.

With my super power activated, I stoically endured all compliments to my handsomeness. I endured the intrusions of the thermometer. I endured the fondling from veterinary hands.
What can hurt a rock? N-o-t-h-i-n-g!
As a rock my "exam" was over quickly. I was pronounced, healthy, handsome but heavier. (No kidding... I'm a rock!)

My super power remained activated until we were home and safely inside. Once home, I took the opportunity to feed myself. (It takes a lot of energy out of a guy to keep his super power activated for so long.)
Then it was time to make sure that my family still loves me and that I don't need to be activate my super power for another year!