Who beez yo daddy?

OMC! I have so much to tell you all!

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!

Sadie!!!!

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