Brat Cat!

My mom was writing a diary entry for me a couple of days ago and then she decided that watching TV was more important than finishing the rest of the entry. I think she had a paragraph done. And before she knew it, it was time for bed! And she didn't even finish my diary entry! Grandmommy, thinking that the diary entry wasn't important, clicked out of it and didn't save it.
Yesterday my mom had to go play at a viola concert. I really hate it when she plays her viola, and I definetly didn't want to hear violins, basses, cellos AND violas playing all at the same time, so I didn't go. Grandmommy couldn't come because she had to go to college, and they didn't excuse her because she had been sick a lot. So grandmommy decided to make it up to mom by getting her cake and sushi and flowers and a milar ballon, and the milar ballon had a ribbon attached to it.
So when mom was in bed and grandmommy got home grandmommy woke mom up for a second to show her the ballon and the flowers which she put in mom's room. I was watching over mom when grandmommy came into mom's room, and I got highly annoyed and jumped off the bed. Grandmommy put the flowers on the sidetable and the milar ballon uhh... in the air but the weight (which was a plastic clip) and the ribbon were on the ground. I jumped onto the bed once grandmommy had gone, and went a little crazy and attacked mysterious lumps under the covers, and then jumped off. My mom heard me chewing on something but didn't pay any attention, and then she heard me pull something across the floor. What I had been doing is I had been chewing the ribbon in half, and then I pulled the weight around by the ribbon. My mom woke up and saw this and called me a brat cat.
For St. Nicks day I got two cans of tuna! My mom gave me one can and I didn't eat all of it, mostly got it all over the floor.
Signing out,
Casy

Happy Turkey Day!

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... turkey. Yum. I LOVE THANKSGIVING! It means that I can give thanks to all the food in the world, and then I eat it. Is that a good way to give thanks? By eating it? I think so.
Over here, it started to snow last night. That's right. SNOW. Now we have a thin layer of snow on everything. It's crazy. It's barely Thanksgiving and there's snow on the ground. Sooner or later I have to investigate.
Now the downstairs neighbors have started to figure out my supposed to be unknown schedule during the day when mom is home. It's supposed to be secret, so I'm only going to say what my mom knows.

6:00: I say bye to mom and then I go to sleep.
8:00: I make sure mom isn't home and if she isn't, I start jumping around like a jumping bean.
10:00: I go back to sleep.
2:00: I might get up to play for half an hour or so, maybe not.
2:30: If I was playing, I go back to sleep. Otherwise, I'm dreaming dreams of catnip.
3:00: I sometimes get up, sometimes not, depending if I played the hour before.
Around 3:30: I either go to greet mom or stay in bed, still depending if I played or not.

That's what my mom figured out according to the downstairs neighbors.
Happy Thanksgiving/Turkey Day!
Signing out,
Casy

How Dare They!

How dare they not have me as one of the finalists inthe world's Coolest Cat and Dog Show! It's not fair!
Poop.
Signing out,
Casy

Happy Really Extreamly Late Halloween!

I'm going to sue my mom. She was too busy to even post a diary for Halloween! Not that I would get much money, maybe a 20 at the most, but, you know, at least she'll get the point. And anyways, I wouldn't be able to buy anything, even from a "pets, come inside!" petstore. I mean, who ever heard of a cat buying a pet bed with a 20 at the checkout counter? Besides, how am I supposed to even move a pet bed that bigger than me? And how am I supposed to even hand the cashier my money without opposible thumbs? Maybe I could use my mom to make it look like she's the one buying it. Hmmmm.
Well, my activities lately have been getting pet by mom, begging to be pet, begging for food, and meowing VERY loudly for no really good reason. Oh, and I've also been trying to get under the covers when my mom is trying to fall asleep. Usually mom makes a little cave out of the blankets but last night she was too tired. So I dug my nose under the covers and made myself a tunnel even though I didn't have any light. I was walking around under the covers and then I kind of stepped onto ...nothing. I fell off the bed, taking most of the covers with me, and landed on the floor. My mom freaked out and since she has drawers under her bed that I can easily get into (much to my moms dismay) so she opened them up, but she didn't find anything except her clothes. And then I walked around the corner of the bed, looked at my mom like she was a compleate freak (she did look like a freak right then) and jumped back onto the bed.
Signing out,
Casy

Laser Thingies!

Mom brought home a small shiny tube thing yesterday. If mom pushes a button on it this little annoying red dot shows up wherever mom aims it. I try to get rid of it, but whenever I trapped it under my paws the dot jumps up onto my fur, and I get annoyed all over again. I'm startig to figure out that there is a sort of relationship between the tube and the red dot (which is apparently called a laser). It shows that in my new video. ...Hey, where is that video, anyways? MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. I tooooold you to put my video on to catster. Whaddaya mean you don't know how to take it off the video camara and onto the computer? Didn't you do it for the other videos? Hey! You never told me that you used a regular camara on the other videos. That's why they look so stinky!
Well, if anyone knows how to transfer videos from a Sony HandyCam then Paw Mail me.
I also got a cool book called Cattidudes. Its PAWSOME!!! Now at least I have a picture of that.
Signing out,
Casy

Hula Dancers!

Aloha, fellow catsters! For Halloween, I've decided to be a hula dancer! Well, actually, mom wanted me to, so I just kind of played along. At the end of my catster photobook, I have a picture of me with some bat wings on, but they were so bland, that mom wanted something different. So she dug through her big ol' drawer of costumes and pulled out this costume. Rather flashy, don't you think?
Sorry I haven't written any entries in a while. Mom has more "time consuming middle school". Ahh, human beings. Don't they ever stop?
Ooooh lala!
Signing out,
Casy

Getting into Trouble

Today both mom and grandmommy were sick. So I thought I would be able to get into some trouble whilst they were moaning and groaning on the couch watching TV. I was.................. wrong. My mom let me out onto the porch. On the porch there are slats of wood made as a fence, preventing anyone from falling off to the........ uhh........ solid concrete at the bottom. Ouch. But there is a perimeter of wood around the porch used for a gutter, so you kind of have to be pretty stupid to be able to fall off. Anyways, the space between the wood slats used for the fence is about three centimeters, not enough room for anything to squeeze through. But there is a pedastal on each corner to put plants on. And the space between the pedastal and the wood slats is...... just wide enough for a cat to squeeze through. So I squeezed through, with half my body in the porch and half outside. My mom saw me, and boy was she mad. so she made me walk backwards to get through the small opening, which rubbed my fur the wrong way, and she scooped me up and put me inside and won't let me out for the rest of this beautiful day. Grrrrrrrrr.
Signing out,
Casy

New Photos

Howdy. My mom just added some new photos. About time, don't you think? Some are my cousin cats (well, the owners of the cats are related to mom, but the cats are kind of like my cousins, right?) Porkchop, Pinto, Cocoa, and Mocha. The other ones are of me. And that isn't a bad thing. The bad thing is that the pictures are really small. Weird.
Signing out,
Casy

Late!

Dumb mom updated my page 10 days late! She wrote this diary entry 10 days late! She says it's because of "time consuming" middle school, but hey, all she has to do is get up at 5:30 in the morning. Whaddya mean that's early? Try getting up at 1:00! Ummm... I guess I can't really prove it's 1:00 am, though.
Well, sometimes I pull myself out of bed at 5:29am so I can act as a replacement alarm clock if the other one dosen't take effect. Mom finds this effective, especially when I put the "or else I'll bite you with my teeth" method into action.
I've got to go... mom has to do "time consuming middle school" homework.
Sighning out,
Casy

Been a while!

Gosh, I haven't written in my diary for a long time. Not that there haven't been any events, but because mom was too lazy to write. "I'll do it in 15 minutes..." That's what she would say. It took her almost 15 days to write this! She had started to consider writing when she got home from her week-and-a-half long trip, on the 15th. (Notice that that was the third time I said the number 15. Oh, that was my forth!) Now mom only has a week until school starts! At least I don't have to go to school, especially since she has to go to a new, darker and scarier place called MIDDLE SCHOOL. Well, that's how I see it. Instead us cats get to lie around all day. Yay sleep! Uh, I guess that was uncalled for. Well, that's what's been happening around these parts.
I'll talk again in my diary! (Hopefully it will be soon)
Sighning out,
Casy