1. What color is your collar?
Red - I only wear one when I go out to Mom's work or to the vet.
2. What kind of food do you eat?
Hill's I/D canned and dry - Seana needs this food for her stomach and the vet said it's a good nourishing food so I can have it too...it tastes good!
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3. What are your favorite treats?
Seana and I never get treats unless it is catnip. She throws up on everything else.
4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other?
Pixie Dust is my girlfriend, but I haven't heard from her for a long while...sniff!
5. Do you get table scraps?
No treats or scraps for us.
6. What is your favorite toy?
The laser light, the snakey thing, trash and Seana (heehee!)
7. When is your birthday?
May 24, 2007
8. How many times a day do you eat?
Mom leaves dry stuff out for us all day. She gives us canned every few days ususlly in the evening,
9. Do you have a favorite color?
Of course. It's Siamese chocolate lynx-point!
10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary?
Sure, but if they're too busy I understand.
I dreamed that I was a doggie
And the rest of it's all a bit foggy
I woke up in a fright
On that dark cloudy night
I was chasing a car as my hobby!
The snow came down so fast and light
Made a snowman cold and white
I put on his head
A top hat and he said,
"Now I can talk every night!"
A butterfly flits softly by
I watch him and then jump so high
I wave my paws wildly
And realize finally
The butterfly taught me to fly!
"Buttons" my sister, a cute Siamese kit
Looks like a chihuahua, the name sure does fit
With eyes that are blue
Big, round ...she has two
We all call her "Buttons" because of it.
(That poem was written for Seana...lots of people have mistaken her for a chihuahua...and of course I tease her a lot...Mom calls her Buttons too!)
A small bat named Billy van Wheeling
Went to bat school to learn radar squealing
He squeaked and he flew
But his bat radar - new...
Crashed into the bat cave's high ceiling.
A Meezer named Patrick (that's me!)
Decided to run quick and free
So he tied on his skates
Went so fast thru the gates
Soon he found himself up in a tree!!
Heeheehee! I entered this poem in the New Years' Contest in the Pet Poetry Group (thank you Sophie for choosing my poem!) and won a prize for it! It was supposed to be about New Years Resolutions, but I guess my real resolution is to keep on being me and having fun! If anyone else wants to call it naughty, well, you can if you want to...I just call it fun! And I guess you can say I was rewarded for being naughty! Heeheehee!
Here is my poem:
Patrick's New Year's Resolutions
I have to start to be good
This year, two thousand nine
So I’ll ring in the new year
On my Mommy’s nice wind chime.
I won’t eat Mommy’s pretty scarf
I won’t hijack her hat
I won’t hang on the curtains
I’ll be a real good cat!
When I play with my sister
I won’t bite her on the tail;
(Except for the catnip mice)
I won’t steal her toys away.
When at night, when Mom’s asleep
I won’t run on her face
Like the Orient Express train
That’s late to get someplace.
One thing is hard to give up
That’s the toilet paper one
Oh to get my nails in
And rip those rolls of fun!
Mr. Whipple would not like me
Although Charmin I don’t squeeze
I tear and bite those squeezy rolls
And rip through them with ease!
And when I do my naughty stuff
The good, I sometimes lack
I’ll hide behind a kitty smile
And roll over on my back.
