A glimmer of hope

I know I said I would have to give up with Peg, but now I have to change my mind.

Yes, yes, she still growls at me, and hits me, and catapults her tiny 8-pound body at me with teeth bared and ears back when I look at her for more than a nanosecond. BUT... we have been eating in the same room, and she actually came downstairs to eat last night. I don't think she would do that if she hated me that much.

So off I go to ask mom to take me to the store. I want to buy Peg flowers. And maybe I should pick up some cologne?

Woe is Me...

Drat...

Peggy Ann does NOT like me. I 'll just go ahead and admit it. I have been such a gentleman. Mom even says so! But some girls just don't get it, I guess.

I'm going back to my stuffed kitty. At least she won't spit at me.

Sadly,

Ralph

A bird...A plane...A *GIRL*!!!!

Oh boy Oh Boy Oh Boy...we have a GIRL KITTY!!!!! And she is really pretty. I can't believe it. After all of these years of practicing my moves on the stuffed animal kitty mom has in the living room, my purrayers have been answered.

Peggy Ann came home a week ago. I was not allowed to do more than sing to her until yesterday. And today we looked into each others eyes for the first time. She totally digs me. I know it. That growling just means she is moved beyond words in my presence. And the look which everybody reads as "offended beyond measure"? Well, that's just her "Come Hither" look. Trust me...I know what I'm talking about!

I would stay here and tell you more, but Mom says I "Abused my privileges" again in the office. She must be talking about the adjustments I made to her keyboard. Or maybe the email I sent to her contact list. Anyway, I have to go. More about my new love interest later ;o)

Q-Tip of the day...

I know I am always starting off with the same thing, but I just have so much fun being me that it is always happening. You guessed it....

I am in trouble AGAIN:

I snapped the tops off of all of Mommy's Q-tips last night. I can't believe I never noticed them before. What fun! And the best part is that she can't put toothpaste on them, so I'm in luck!

I am so happy that it is getting cooler these days, and I have been extra snuggly with Mommy and Daddy. They keep giving each other those goofy looks and saying how happy they are tht I am here with them. As goofy as they are, I am happy too.

I should say to all of you kitties out there that Q-tips are really quite fun, but do not swallow them, and KEEP THEM AWAY FROM YOUR EARS!!! I wouldn't want to be responsible for any of you having extra vet visits =o)

Minty fresh....What?#%@!!!!

So I was minding my own business this morning like I usually do, and I went to start my morning chew on the door stopper thingy (you know, the one that makes a nice loud "twannnnggggg" sound when you grab it and then let go?) like I do every morning at 4:15, and as soon as I grabbed it with my teeth...YUCK!!!!

Mom put toothpaste on everything.


This is unacceptable. I hate the taste of toothpaste! Especially the natural stuff she uses. She justifies this unthinkable act by explaining that my chewing is not good for me, my teeth, or her budget, but I think she is way out of line.

There is toothpaste on:

the curtain pulls

the door stoopper-thingys-that-go-twang

the doorknob to their bedroom (I like to shake it while they sleep),

the refrigerator base grille (I like to remove that too),

The handles for the sink cabinet,

...and everything else I like to chew on.

That will be pretty in a few hours when all of our fur and hair starts to stick. That will teach her. But it is still yucky and I am going to have to find something new to chew on now.

Fine.....

I'll go hide their toothbrushes.

Chewster.com...

Hi. You guessed it: I'm in trouble again! Mom thinks I was "weaned" too soon, whatever that means. What with all of my licking and chewing, she thinks I left my real mommy too young. I don't remember...

Today I got in trouble for chewing the straps off of all of Mommy's nightgowns. All in one day. Well, thats what she gets for leaving the laundry roon door open! She is probably just upset because she is a terrible seamstress and now she has to do mending.

I also kind of chewed through Calvin's leash. I know that was not good. I just couldn't help it!

And then there was the handle from the dustpan. That was just fun. Dad says it looks like a puppy lives here with all of the chewed things around the house!

I will probably not chew up another USB cable, because I am not allowed in here with the computer alone anymore.

I suppose I could have left the straps on Mom's sandals on as well, but why stop when you are already in trouble?

Well I'm off...gotta chew on something before I get caught!

Don't Do It!

So I like to chew...big deal! I steal...big deal! I break stuff...big deal! All I hear anymore is "Ralphie, don't do it!". It is getting old. Mom and Dad brag about me to everyhuman. They call me their "Creative Genius", whatever that means. And I am also their "Little Red Ninja", whatever THAT means. Dad's friends said something about a similarity with somehuman named "Chris Farley", but I don't know what that meant either.

All I'm saying is that sure, I am naughty, I admit that. But ...BIG DEAL! Noticing that my wheels are already turning, how could Mom and Dad begin to expect that saying "Don't do it" could possibly sway me?

Oh, I'm going to do it... just wait and see!

Trouble...

I got myself into trouble again. I ate through another cord from the blinds in the livingroom. Dad is kind of upset. When he is upset he picks me up and kisses me on my tummy and gives me a very stern look before he fixes whatever it is I broke. I keep finding ways to get the blind cords, and this was the third one, so the look was extra special. But so was the tummy kiss. He said something about being lucky I am so loved...

Apparently, it is very expensive to have blinds restrung. And it also seems that blind cords are not readily available at home repair stores or even online. Dad spent several hours fixing the blinds. I know that because when I went to take my nap, Mom was just leaving for work, and when I got up to stretch, Mom was coming home from work. Dad was working on the blinds the whole time. Mom put her hands on her hips today before giving me my kisses. Friends, this is serious.

I don't like to make extra work for Dad. He looses valuable laser toy time that way. I just couldn't help myself. I will have to make sure to find him a nice juicy spider as a peace offering.

I'm Cat of the Week in beautiful Colorado! Oh BOY!!!

Wow! I am finally off restriction from the computer again, and I see that for the past few days I have been Colorado Kitties cat of the week! That will teach my mom to restrict my internet use...

I will not *admit* to doing anything particularly spectacular in order to earn such an honor, but I am glad and humbled by it all. Thanks Colorado Kitties!!!