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Coloration: Blue Point
Likes: Pooping on expensive area rugs, stealing Kiki's food, licking nostrils, eating chicken, bothering Kiki, going on the deck, George Michael, sunglasses, tequila, mohawks, 3 day weekends... make that 4 day weekends, cheese, the movie La Bamba
Pet-Peeves: The Man with the Mustache, the Tuna Guardian's singing, the doorbell, the telephone, not getting to steal Kiki's tuna, litterboxes, people looking at me, Kitten Girl, Kathy Griffin, American Idol, waking up early, car rides, getting wet, Star Jones
Favorite Toy: Mousies, foil balls, rubber bands, plastic water bottle caps, catnip stuffed George W. Bush, Kiki's head, Mommy's keyboard, scratching post
Favorite Nap Spot: On the area rug by the front door, behind Mommy's bed, in the sunny spot the skylight makes on the floor, on a chair under the dining room table
Favorite Food: Chicken, beef, tuna, salmon, whatever Kiki has that I don't
Skills: Karaoke superstar, opening doors, farting on command when tail is scratched, eating champion, droppin it like it's hot, scrapbooking, busting mad crazy rhymes, painting still life, giving hateful glares, collecting Pokemon, doing the Electric Slide
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: Back in the before times, in the long long ago, I lived in some place with my cat mommy and lots of other kitties. One day, right after Thanksgiving... which is my favorite holiday by the way because it is a celebration of two of my favorite things 1) turkey and 2) eating... anyway, yes, right after Thanksgiving my new mommy came and got me. I was happy to meet my mommy because she smelled of Burger King Chicken Tenders and Bacon. I knew that leaving with this human could only mean good things for my belly. Even still, I was not too thrilled when they put me in that loud metal wheely box they call a "car." I let them know about my displeasure by screaming at them as loud as I could that this was "so not cool." My mommy let me lay in her lap, and put the radio on low so I wouldn't have to hear the loud engine. She taught me how to sing "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" by Wham! and now that is my favorite song, I find myself wandering around the house singing it to myself at 3 am quite often. It reminds me of my first happy time with my mommy, she jitterbugged into my heart... and my stomach. Mostly my stomach. Cause, man, I really love food.
Bio: I have lived in a lot of other places since the before time, in the long long ago.
First, I lived in the apartment with the big potty. I remember this place fondly, because I used mommy's whole dining room as my litterbox. It was fantastic. Whenever I was sleeping on the couch and felt nature calling I didn't have to go far. Mommy put a sheet across the room that she called the "Meanie Barracade," and weighted it down with her law books she never used. I thought this was very inconsiderate. Where was I expected to poo now, in a box in the bathroom? What kind of animal does she think I am? I tried my best to ruin those law books, but they put up a helluva fight. I loved living here best, though, because I had my mommy all to myself. I could sleep with her in her big cloud bed and lick the boogies out of her nose in the morning. Ah, yes, they were such good times. Such an innocent time.
Then my mommy moved us to the apartment in the ghetto. The only good thing about that place was that there was a big flight of stairs I could run up as fast as I could and then use my momentum to jump onto her desk chair and make it spin in circles. Wee! That was pretty sweet. However, my mommy had a roommate there that I did not like. She was a ginger, and everyone knows that gingers have no souls and smell bitter like lemons. Ew. Gross. She tried to make me her friend by sprinkling catnip on the floor. To this my response was 1) Don't try and play a playa, and 2) What a waste of good nip, damn. So I did what any cat would do in my situation. I framed her for being a rat, cause if there is one thing us cats hate (besides The View) it's a rat. Then we got to move again, yay! I'm a mastermind.
The next place we lived was similar. I still had stairs to run up and down, and I practiced every night (or morning) when my mommy was sleeping. This place had shrine that was to pay homage to me and my awesomeness. Sure, my mommy called it a "Christmas Tree," but Christmas is only one day a year, and my mommy was so "lazy" she kept that tree up all year long. It was over ten feet tall and covered with glitter balls for me to smack at. When mommy turned on the lights it was the perfect place to nap beneath. It had over 6,000 lights and was so toasty warm. Best of all, at this place I got my first experience going OUTSIDE! My mommy had a huge deck, and all the time she'd let me go out and play on it. I'd roll around and around on my back and sniff the air. I loved going out so much I even went out when there was lots of cold white wet stuff on the ground and falling from the sky. My mommy thought that was very funny because it was as deep as my legs and didn't stop me from trudging through. What can I say, I'm a rebel.
Now I live in a big house. There are good things and bad things. There are two decks where I can go outside, and that is hella cool. The one they call "Kiki" lives here, and even though she doesn't like me as much as I like her, we still chill sometimes. Plus, I get to steal her food when no one is looking, heh heh. The Tuna Guardian lives here, too. She tries to prevent me from eating Kiki's dinner. I don't think that is a very nice thing for her to do, so I poop on her floor. I find that moderately satisfies my annoyance. Unfortunately, The Man with the Mustache lives here, too. I don't appreciate when he looks at me, or goes into a room I am already occupying, or talks, or... well, I'd rather him be at work. Everyday I watch him leave to make sure he is really gone. You have to be careful of those with mustaches, they can be very sneaky. Also, sometimes Kitten Girl comes over to be with the Tuna Guardian. She is much like a kitten, loud and unpredictable. When she is around I hide under my mommy's bed and cover my ears.
My mommy gave me the coolest name in the word. I was named after two things, because I was named after a song that was named after a person, pretty impressive, I know. So I am named after the Alkaline Trio song Sadie, which happens to be about one of the Manson killers. So, if I were you I wouldn't try and steal any of my dinner. I'm a ticking time bomb. Really. Stay the hell away from my chicken.
Lives Remaining: 9 of 9
Forums Motto: Tequila in her heartbeat
The Groups I'm In: 2007 Christmas Gift Exchange, ♥ Hello Kitty Fan Club ♥, ♥All Fur Fun♥, CHICKEN, GLAMOUR CATS and CATS WITH STYLE, Ragdolls!
The Last Forum I Posted In: My sun rises and sets with Chicken.
Last time I updated I told you that my mommy left her job. Mommy was very upset about it, so I did my very best to cheer her up. I have been rewarding her for being home with me more by sleeping with her like I did when I was a little kitten. It makes my mommy very happy, and well, I kind of like it too (but don't tell her that!!!). My mommy's bed gets a nice sunny spot on it, so I come and flop onto her arms to discourage her from waking up. I told her that she could be a Noony-Noon just like me, it's great! (My mommy calls me "Noony-Noon" sometimes cause I like to sleep untill at least Noon. Sometimes, like on Sundays, I can be a Two-ie-Two though, heehee.)
Well, that Saturday something very important happened at our house.
He Who Smells of Other Cats told mommy that she couldn't look out the windows or go outside until he said she could. Now, me being the Meanie-Mean that I am, I had to make this hard for mommy. So I kept trying to open the blinds (with the help of Link) and begging mommy to open the door and go out on the deck with me. Mommy was all "No, Sadie, come on, not until later, geez!" and I was all, "He can kiss my butt mommy I want to go outside RIGHT NOW." I know I had it in me to be more patient, but I figured, why make things easy for mommy? Somebody still needs to be doing their job around here!
So, mommy started putting up the Christmas Tree. I still think it should be called a Sadie Tree, after all it is mine and I know that the only reason she puts it up is so I can chill underneath it and hit Link in the face and hiss everytime he comes too close. That little turd. He needs to learn his place!
Anyway, He Who Smells of Other Cats FINALLY came back inside. But, then he said mommy still couldn't go outside! I was just beside myself. The whole thing was getting to be very frustrating. The only possible excuse I could come up with for his annoying behavior was that he MUST be outside getting me chicken or something and wanted to surprise me. I appreciated the effort, but I would have been just as happy if he'd just bring in the chicken and give it to me.
Finally, after like, 40 kabillion years, he said mommy could go outside. Me and Jericho ran over to the windows to see what was going on. I told Jericho that any and all of the chicken that may be out there was mine and to keep his paws off. He said "Mrrrrrrrrow," which I assume means "Whatever you say, great ruler of the universe Sadie."
Outside, He Who Smells of Other Cats had set up thousands and bizillions and quibity-jibbity-jillions of Christmas lights. I can't really count that high, but it was a LOT. He had them go all around the path in our yard. I thought that maybe at the end of the path there would be a pile of chicken. There wasn't. But what was there was ALMOST as good.
There was this very pretty pink feathery Christmas Tree. It was dazzling. I mean, a tree, with lights AND feathers? A kitty's dream come true, for sure. I couldn't wait to get my paws on it and eat the feathers off. Mommy thought it was very sweet, cause when she saw the tree at the store one day she told He Who Smells of Other Cats that it would look cute in a baby's room someday. She thought that he was just being nice. She said "thank you" and gave him a big hug.
He Who Smells of Other Cats laughed at her and told her to look closer at the tree. I squinted my eyes from the window and put my paw on Jericho so I could get on my tippy toes and look closer. It did look like part of the tree was very sparkley.
Suddenly, mommy put her hand over her mouth and started crying. Jericho merrowed something about how I should let him see, but I told him to be quiet or I'd pound him good. I put my paw on the glass and watched my mommy pull the sparkley part off the tippy top of the tree. He Who Smells of Other Cats got down on his knee and mommy turned around and smiled the biggest smile I think I've ever seen! Then, He Who Smells of Other Cats asked my mommy to marry him! She said "Of course, yes!" and they hugged in the pretty lights. I almost cried a little, both because I was very happy for my mommy and also because I was a little bit disappointed that there wasn't any extra chicken for me out there.
Mommy came inside and told me that He Who Smells of Other Cats is my daddy now! Can you believe it? I have a daddy! I am so proud! He is a great daddy, he always cleans up my poopies at 4 AM and gives me chicken when I scream in his face in the middle of the night! Sometimes he even gives me extra chicken cause I fool him into thinking that mommy didn't already feed me! Isn't this just the greatest news? Ever since he became my daddy I've even let him pick me up, and I don't let anyone but mommy pick me up and even then I vocally shout my disgust.
Now mommy has lots of wedding magazines around for me to lay all over when she is trying to read them. Link tries to do that, too, but I yell at him and tell him it is my job to lay on what mommy is reading. He is really so darn annoying!
Then we all got fleas. I've never had fleas before, mommy has never dealt with them before, and it... well... it isn't pleasant. The other day mommy said "Hey, I think a flea just jumped off the couch!" and daddy (doesn't that sound cool?) said "What? A flea? No. Where? I don't see any fleas." Puh. Well. Two days later he saw plenty of em, lemme tell ya. Mommy picked over 40 of them off of me, after that she stopped counting. It has been a nightmare with my long fur. I know mommy is trying to help me, but I really don't like being picked at so much. Mommy said that she must really love me a lot if she's willing to pick bugs off me with her bare hands (mommy is afraid of bugs). I told mommy I must really love HER a lot considering I lick the inside of her nostrils.
And, I got presents in the mail from Ollie-poo! Mommy brought two wrapped presents home for me and put them under the tree! Mommy said I could open them, but daddy said I should wait until Christmas. I think that is very unfair, but mommy caved and decided to agree with daddy. I keep trying to open them up all by myself. I bite on the bows and the corners of the packages and I even sleep on them! Mommy said that there was another very special present from Ollie, too, but that she wasn't going to bring it to our house until we got the fleas under control. I can't wait to find out what it could be! I told mommy to give me the VISA cause I have shoppin' to do! Ollie's family even gave a gift to my whole family! Daddy says it looks nice and festive having presents under our tree! And the paper says "Ho Ho Ho" on it! I love that, cause I like to call Santa "Ho Ho." It is easier for me to say.
I have really been missing my Ollie-poo lately. Mommy and I absolutely HATE not having Internet. We were JUST about to cave in and order it for the rental house when --- we (well, mostly the humans) made an offer on a house we can live in forevers! The house is in attorney review and if no one else makes an offer in the next two days it will be our new home! Mommy says she can't wait for us to see it, that there is lots of room for us to run around and even a glass door for us to look through and watch the backyard! And guess what? Mommy says there are SQUIRRELS in the backyard! I will probably only be able to tear myself away from it for my chicken!
So, if everything works out, the closing will be in January and we will move! Mommy says that the first thing we are doing is getting the Internet, MOL! Finally, I'll be able to chat with my kitty friends again and whisper special sweet nothings to my handsome boyfriend. I have missed it so much. It is like torture. There is nothing worse than finding something you like soooo much and then not being able to use it cause you don't have the Internet! Argh! But, soon! So so so soon!
I LOVE Ollie and his sister's Christmas pictures! Mommy was going to dress us all up and take pictures, but then we got the fleas, so mommy isn't thinking that is a good idea anymore... YAY! To tell you the truth, I really didn't want to have to sit next to yucky Link and Jericho in a picture to begin with. The cat rescue my mommy likes is having pictures with Santa next weekend. Mommy says that she is only bringing Link (if his fleas are under control, we've all been put on Advantage and mommy keep spraying and cleaning the house and combing us, but she doesn't want to risk infecting any other kitties) to get his picture taken because I'll be "traumatized" if Ho Ho holds me. This is probably true. I like Ho Ho... to give me presents and chicken.... not to like, pick me up and touch me and stuff.
I'm sure mommy will find some way to get her hands on me and put together some Christmas pictures. With mommy being out of work right now she seems to have a lot of extra time to find ways of being a pain in my butt. Is that how *I* am? Nah, can't be. I'm a sweet heart!
Well, this is very long. I'm going to stop now, MOL. I miss you all so very much, especially Ollie. I can't thank you enough for all the cheer and joy you have brought to me and mommy when she was going through a hard time. You and your family are good friends! Soon we'll have Internet again and I'll be able to talk to you all again like I want to! I can't wait for that!
Be good kitties, Ho Ho is watching and if you are naughty he'll put my poopies in your stocking!
Well, as you can tell I haven't been around much lately. We don't have internet at our house (looks like mommy will be breaking down and getting it soon now) and my mommy could only update my page at work. Well, things got a little crazy at mommy's work lately and she couldn't get on.
Then, on Monday, mommy quit her job. It was a very big deal for mommy, since it was her first job as an attorney and I know how much she hates changing jobs. But, she has been miserable. It seemed as though there was no other way anymore. I don't like to see my mommy so sad.
So my mommy is scrambling this week to get her resume and things together to get a new job. She has to write up a report on where all her files were so another attorney can take over her cases. She has been sick over it, because she really doesn't want to have to go back to that office for any reason whatsoever right now.
I have been trying my best to cheer my mommy up. I have been laying next to her a lot and trying to be Nicey Nice intead of Meanie Mean. It doesn't come naturally to me, as I do like to give my mommy a hard time, but I figure I can be not quite so mean for a little while.
Mommy was just freaking out because her old boss tried calling her cell phone and she didn't answer it. She was just so upset. And then, then she saw I had mail from Ollie and his mommy! It cheered my mommy up so much, I was so happy! I have such a great boyfriend he even makes my mommy feel better! We have such nice new pictures to put up on the fridge. I will have to bug mommy to go to the store and print some piccies of my adorable self to send over to Ollie now that she has more time.
Unfortunately, she does have to go over to the office tonight to pack up all her stuff and tie up the loose ends. She is a wuss bag, so she is going when no one is there. But, there will be more time later to fill you all in on how me and Link and Jericho are getting along! I'll talk to you all soon!
I get to have the whole house to myself now when mommy and He Who Smells of Other Cats aren't home!
This gives me the whole day to go around and rub my face all over everything! Everything will be MINE! Muah-hahahahaha-meowww!
Jericho won't stop peeing on the couch. Ugh. Nasty. He could at least poop on area rugs like me, but nooo. That is so inconsiderate! Where am I supposed to lay around and make my mean faces from? I don't wanna lay in his pee pee! Ewww! Gross!
So mommy took a page from my book and she threw down. She told He Who Smells of Other Cats that there was no way she was going to put up with Jericho peeing on the couch that belonged to people that don't like cats. They did take a $2,000 security deposit for the house, and I can't count that high, but the way my mommy was talking it sounded like a lot of money! Money that COULD be spent on buying me CHICKEN.
Link and Jericho are only allowed to be out of their bedrooms now when either mommy or He Who Smells of Other Cats are home to supervise them. I think that pwns. Do you know how relaxing my afternoons are now? They're pretty sweet. I'd even go as far as to say hella sweet.
It rained a lot yesterday. Luckily, our new house has a roof over the deck! Finally, the rain didn't make it so I couldn't go outside and sniff around! It was awesome!
I have decided to start waking my mommy up every morning to give me chicken. I used to do this back in the days of yore, and I am at a loss as to why I had ever stopped doing so. I consider it a favor, because she is always running late for work. If she would just get up and give me my chicken when I ask for it, she'd have plenty of time to get to work!
This morning I demanded He Who Smells of Other Cats give me chicken. He did not give me any. This really annoyed me. I mean, what the heck? I've SEEN him opening those cans before. I KNOW he knows how to do it! I KNOW he is capable of opening one of those cans and putting my chicken on a dish for me. So it begs the question, is he just lazy or is he selfish? Does he want to prevent me from having my chicken so that he can have it himself? Does he want to ruin my life or starve me? Does he have such hatred in his heart for me that it consumes his very purpose for existance and all that he lives and breathes for is to keep me from enjoying my delicious chicken? Why would he do such a thing? Hasn't he seen how adorable and fluffy I am? Hasn't he seen how good I look in sunglasses? What did I ever do to deserve such cruel treatment? Was I a Republican in a past life?
My mommy gave me chicken, so I might not starve today, at least not until right when they get home from work. I'm prety sure I will be starving and on the verge of collapse again by then.
I miss you, my Ollie-Poo. Not having Internet service at our house has been torture. I do not know how mommy and I will ever make it through all of those football games that He Who Smells of Other Cats will surely want to watch on Sunday. Sending you love notes and rosettes is the highlight of my day besides eating chicken and going outside and pooping on things. I asked my mommy to go to the post office for me tomorrow, so expect something super hella awesome to be coming to your house next week! YAY!
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