Happy Hallow-birthday to me!

Yay! It's my birthday again. I'm 6 already and I don't look a day over 3.

Daddy gave me bites of tuna for my birthday. Nicki gave me a nose kiss. Mom cleans out the box. (What can I say!) I have a wonderful life.

Thanks to Catster for the birthday greeting. Happy Birthday to the
1233 other cats who have birthdays today on Catster.

No Vinnie

Your humans know the signs with a car and a red circle and cross line over it. It means to them "No Parking."

Well, there was a sign on the basement door that said Vinnie and had a red circle and cross line over it, meaning "No Vinnie."

Here's the story. (blushes) I had an accident down in the basement one time when I went down there with Daddy. He said it smelled baaad, like ammonia. After that, I had to stay upstairs and the "No Vinnie" sign went up. (I really couldn't help it, ya know.)

Some time has passed and my Daddy gave me another chance. The "No Vinnie" sign is gone and I can go downstairs again. There are poles down there covered with carpet that I like to climb. My dear Mom put a litter box down there, too, just in case.

Raindrops

OMC! What did she do to my page?

"Raindrops are fallin' on my head..."

I let her (my typist) kiss me on the top of my head last evening, and this is what she does to my page.

Well, I live in Cleveland and we had lots and lots of snow in the winter. Every cat and dog I know (one of each) is just waiting for spring, a real spring with warm sun and clean fresh air. So I guess the raindrops have to come to make the spring work.

Gettin' wet here,
Vinnie

Diary Pick

Wow! Meow! I'm a Daily Diary Pick today. I'm honored. I keep telling efurryone I'm the lucky black cat.

Any cat who stops by today, please sign my Guest Book.

Going to the Vet

My Daddy has been trying to catch me and take me to the Vet for three weeks. Two weeks ago, I saw the carrier and scurried away. Last week he had me in the carrier and tried to put a blanket in there with me and, zip, I was gone.

This week he picked me up and I couldn't see the carrier. He had it hidden in the closet and he stuffed me into it.

I meowed loudly in the big red truck all the way to the Vet's place.

When we went in Eeeuuuh! All the smells! Dogs and cats and people and disinfectant.

I have to say I was good and quiet when Dr Liz looked me over. She gave me two shots and said I was good to go for three years. Dr. Liz is proud of the way I've come along cuz she's the one who took my leg.

I was quiet on the way home, thinking of a million ways to outwit Daddy in three years.

It's Christmas

Meowy Christmas, effurycat.

I heard that Christmas is the time of giving. So...

I gave Nicki a nose kiss.
I gave Mom my box to clean.
I gave Daddy lots of leg rubs.
I offered Auntie my head to pet.

Meeooow!

Daddy gave me tuuuna! The real stuff!

Meowy Christmas to all and to all a good night.

My Birthday

Today, Halloween is my Birthday. When I was found, Dr. Liz figured back and told Mom I was probably born in October. Since I'm a black cat, Mom said, "Vinnie, your birthday is officially declared to be Halloween." I'm 5 now.

Thanks, Catster, for the treats. Happy Birthday to the 1,059 other Catster cats who have a birthday today.

Meeeooow!!!

My New (Old) Cube

My cousin Honey moved to a new, smaller apartment so she gave me her red cube. I looove it. It's like a hiding place but with three big holes to look out of.

I figured out how to roll it around. I rolled it into Nicki's bed and she growled at me. Too bad, Nicki.

Hey Honey, thanks for the cube.

How My ID Card Got Torn

I'm Felis, see, spy for the FFEC just sidling along in my blue shades. No cat would recognize me, see. I was on the scent of Doggy Dogg Dogg, see, who was sending his counterspy reports out the back of the Phoo Phoo Grooming Salon. My sister Knick Knack clued me in on that, see. She does painted claws at the Salon. She said he was a big box, but I think she meant Boxer.

So I sidled into the Smittie's Saloon, see, hopped up on a stool and ordered a catini. Smittie, the barkeep, is a pal and informant of Doggy Dogg Dogg. It's rumored Doggy Dogg Dogg is smuggling sausage and deli meats to his pals in an eastern county and importing high grade catnip in return. My job: get the goods on him.

What do ya know? As I sip my catini, in sidles Doggy Dogg Dogg, big pack on his back. He lumbers onto a stool, orders a doggerina and settles in. Sure enough, the strong odor of sausage wafts past my well trained feline nose. I lean over, see, and mrow, "DDD, I gotcha. The goods are in your backpack." I flash my FFEC ID card so he can see I mean business.

Well, he grabbed my ID card in his teeth, see, but I held on tight and it ripped in half. I kept the picture, but he's got my info, including my SS number. Got to get outta here with my skin intact, see, and go into hiding till I can get a new ID.

See ya later.

Felis

(FFEC = Furry Federation Espionage Corps)
(SS = Secret Spy)

I Set Off the Alarm!!!

Uh Oh! Yesterday I set off the house alarm when Mom and Daddy were gone.

It rang and rang. Then the phone rang and rang.

Then Nicki got all panicky and yapped and yapped.

Then Mom came home and called the alarm company.

Then she went looking for me.

Moi?

Then Daddy came home and ... Viiinnnnnnieee!