return to top

Rizz's Day

OMC OMC Where's my stylist??? DOTD and NO stylist YIKES

I look just awful. The baby birdie has flown away (see prev diary entry) so I am allowed outside and I did a very un-princess like thing. I rolled in a patch of dirt. I look hideous. And now, of all days, I'm Diary of the Day.

It's 7.00pm here and my stylist is unavailable. She's cooking dinner. OMC. Breathe in, breathe out. (Thinks...Rub dirt on carpet to remove. My sweetie Furmy simply cannot see me looking like this).

I am Daily Diary Pick and I am so honoured. I would like to thank Catster, all the people who voted for me (or the one) and Rocky Ann, Ishy, Tate and family and Mercy for my faster than light speed gifts. Oh and Eddy for making it all possible and Morris and Hannah. (Tagged 3 times in 3 days I'm exhausted, but I love playing tag).

I would like to have thanked my stylist but if I complain I won't get a piece of that delicious Atlantic Salmon that's frying away in the pan.

So, as drab as a cat babe can look, that's me. And with a stiff upper lip, a little pride and some dignity I accept this wonderful award.

[Puss-Puss rushes in dancing...] YAY YAY YAY for Riz, (shoosh Puss, a little decorum please). Puss gets over excited sometimes. She looks up to me and I try to be a good role model.

Love from Rizza (grinning like a Cheshire Cat) Woo hoo. Oops sorry, got carried away.

Here we go again I'm it.

My friend Edwina (Eddy) tagged me and I have been tagged twice this week so I will try to be more inventive with my thankful things this time.

1. I am thankful for my sunshine patch. Because if I can't go outside (baby birdie just learning to fly) then I can imagine I'm in the garden watching the flowers and bushes swaying in the wind, hear the sounds of the neighborhood kids and all the squawking mother birds yelling at someone else's pussy cat. I can imagine chasing leaves and swatting at butterflies. I can lay here contentedly knowing I'm safe, warm and have food and water in the next room.

2. I am thank ful for my toys. If I get bored I can pounce on the alligator under the couch until he gives up wanting to eat me. (Catnip pillow). I can belt that soccer ball into the net (or curtains) and win the world cup for Tabbies with Tudes. And I can pinch all of mummys hair ties (precious treasure) and bury them where she will never find them. Hee Hee.

3. As much as I hate to admit it, I am thankful for Puss. I never get lonely when she is around. Besides she was behind the door when they gave out smarts, so doesn't mind me using her for a trampoline or for target practice.

4. I am grateful for my sound judgement in choosing adoptive parents who love me twice as much as their natural child....my words not theirs.

5. I am thankful that I live in Australia. A magical place to live where anyone can have the kind of life they choose and whether rich or poor or somewhere in-between never really have to go without.

PS. But I am still most thankful for my mummy. Kiss. Snuggle.

Love Rizzy

My friend Hannah tagged me in this game so here goes:

1. What color is your collar?
Princesses like mwah do not, nor ever have worn a collar. Palease. WE royals find it rather demeaning. However we do not discriminate against those who do.

2. What kind of food do you eat?
I love my kibble with the crunchy cheesy bits in it. Fresh chicken meat cut up small. Cooked fish from mummy or daddy's plate (I wont leave them alone until I get some), oh and ham, fresh and only the best quality. (I hate to admit it, my figure you know, but I do have a fondness for fried bacon). SSh don't tell.

3. What are your favorite treats?
Absolutely without doubt a couple of bruised catnip leaves. Mummy picks them then squishes them a bit to release the smell. It's wonderful. If I don't eat them I spend ages rolling and sliding on them. I smell so beautiful after that.

4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other?
Of course. A beautiful cat babe like me has many admirers, some secret others...well...obvious. BUT my heart belongs to Furman Dexter Baggins of the Cape Cod Bagginses, very well to do felines they are and Furmy is very devoted to me. His picture is on my page but I can't say what he wrote on the back of it, it's far too personal to share....

5. Do you get table scraps?
Certainly not! I do not get scraps of any description. I get my own plate on the floor and a small portion of food placed on said plate during the course of the meal. So by definition, they can't possibly be scraps. They're portions. Right?

6. What is your favorite toy?
A couple of years ago now my dear friend Brucie and his family from England sent me a little white catnip filled mousie. It is still my favourite toy.

7. When is your birthday?
Mummy worked out it was November the 6th. I have just turned 11. However I am frisky and agile and still have my figure and looks for an, ahem, middle aged feline.

8. How many times a day do you eat?
I'm a bit picky and finnicky so for breakfast I have fresh chicken breast, just a little and a small can of fancy feast tuna and prawns in gravy. My sister Puss eats everything left on any plate within 2 miles of our house.
(That's why she has a weight problem, but won't admit it.)
For dinner an entree of my favouite kibble followed by some salmon or chicken flavoured fancy feast - only the gourmet tins of course!


9. Do you have a favorite color?
Definitely pink. All princesses prefer pink, and it has to be sparkly, very sparcatly.

10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary?
Yes, but I realise we are all busy so if they don't that's OK. There will always be another game of tag and I like playing tag.