Raising our baby

Well, as you can see... it's been an awfully long while since I wrote an entry for my diary. Raising a baby is hard work. Our baby arrived in June 2005 and boy has my life changed. First she stole all my attention and kept us all up all night. Now she's mobile and follows me everywhere. Thank God I can jump over the baby gates and escape if I want to. I will admit there are a lot of soft places to lay now, and I do like a lot of her toys, so I guess we'll keep her. She even hugs me and pats me (she's working on the "gently" part.)

baby schmaby

Well, it's really happening. We're getting a baby in early June. There's something called a crib in my room that I can't quite figure out. I think it's some kind of weird kitty jail, but I'm not sure.

Lots of shopping has been going on lately and NOTHING has been for me. I did appreciate it when they moved a dresser into the sun room. I have taken over the top of it and like to sleep hanging off the edge (see photo above).

Otherwise, nothing much is going on. I smell trouble later on. I hope someone remembers to give me some attention. I do have my requirements, you know.

my new pics

Please note my beautiful new pics, starting with the one where I look tiny (looking up at the camera sitting on the tile floor), although I am definitely NOT tiny. I never look at the camera, so my mom was glad to get this shot. See my pretty eyes? Then here I am in a normal pose, looking away from the camera, sitting on the guest bed which is actually my bed. Then there's me on the leather recliner. I don't have my front claws, so I am allowed to sit on this. I take up so much room, I prefer to sit there alone. And finally, there's me in front of the computer thinking up a new diary entry for later.

p.s. my mom says she's having a baby... I think I'm in trouble. Life as I know it may be on it's way out.

Siblings? I don't think so!

My mom and dad had the audacity to let 2 baby furballs who needed a home come and visit recently. They were chaperoned by a friend of theirs who knew that cuteness can be overwhelming and wanted to guilt the folks into keeping one of them. Of course, I was against this scheme from the moment I caught a whiff of those kittens. I came running down the stairs, tail straight up and in NO MOOD to be bothered with any of it. "RRRRRRrrrrrrr," I began stating my case. Translated, this means, "Over my dead body."

Mom gave me the look and I retired down the hall for a few minutes before cautiously sneaking back in and pretending to ignore the whole situation... all the while keeping my eye on the little freaks. Thankfully, they didn't stay. Because I am a princess and sharing ( cardboard boxes, toys, love... pretty much anything) is against my religion! My preference is to remain an only child for-evv-ahh.

Peace out.

small pleasures

"Mousies how I love to eat them!
Mousies what I love to eat...
Bite their tiny heads off
Nibble on their tiny feet."

Found a long lost orange fur mouse yesterday and spent the evening tossing it up in the air and then chasing after it.

Where to begin...

I've been SEARCHING for a creative outlet for all my many thoughts for so long and I'm glad Catster thought of this diary thingy. Right... so anyway... I live in Honolulu, Hawaii. I know you are all thinking I am such a lucky girl, but let me tell you -- it is pretty warm here when you're covered in fur. There is nice "Bird Vision" which is what I call the sliding glass doors leading to the backyard. I watch several hours of B.V. each day. I also take naps in any of 47 current napping spots around the house. Anyplace is fair game, if you know what I mean. I have been caught sleeping in the sink lately and my mom, while thinking that is awfully cute, is a bit grossed out at the hair I leave behind when I move on.

That's all for now. Aloha, my catster ohana!