Where am I?

Well I have no idea where I am diary. I was in this little cage with a nice pretty mama cat and then all the sudden swoop I was up and into a man's arms. Into another little cage and then rurrrr in a loud noisy machine and bounce bounce up some stairs and uh-oh then opened the door. Of course I ran far away from the twolegs who were cooing at me.

After a few minutes I was hiding then a feather started to move in the air. I had to go get that feather and attack it! Boom! Jump! Leap! Crash! onto my belly but biting the little feather. I could do this for awhile, I thought.

Well one of the twolegs picked me up and purrr.....oh yeah, I like that. Purrrr....what! I'm up and there's another cat around! Yikes! Hiss! Getta outta here lady! This is my new bachelor pad! You're a little old for me.

Oh no! There goes that feather again. Pounce! Leap! Chew! Got it.

Later Kittens,
Foucault

cooking

I've been trying to turn the oven on. It has a keypad especially designed for cats...beep...beep.beep. But I just can't open the door. I an set all the numbers right to the temperature I need...then mom comes around and yells "hey!". Can't a cat cook a bird around here? sheesh.

Foucault

letter to Santa paws

Dear Santa,

I've been told I need to write to you so here goes. I would like to ask you some things. Can I ride with you in your sleigh on Christmas? I run really fast and I am a good jumper. I get along well with other animals and would kill any mice that stop you in the chimneys. I also am pretty good at keeping laps warm so if you get cold I can curl up on you and keep you warm with my motor that goes Rrrrrrrr.

If I can't get that wish, here are some other things I would like for X-mas.

1. Merrick Ocean Breeze cat food. Boy that stuff is delicious! It does make me toot though.
2. My own desk chair. The humans keep taking theirs back and then I have nowhere to nap!
3. A treat-dispensing machine. To keep me less reliant on the humans.
4. Lots and lots of catnip.
5. For a homeless cat to find a home like I did.

Thanks Santa, you're a pretty cool guy to give joy to all those homes.

Meows,
Foucault

Foucault's first Christmas

Hey everycat,

Boy was I busy today!!! Mom tried to take pictures of it all, but she didn't have enough energy to keep up with me. First, yesterday she borrowed the neighbor's laser pointer. Boy I loved it! I was panting because I played so hard. Santa must have been watching...I got one in my stocking!

Grammy also gave me one good thing and one not to good thing. She gave me a sweater which I d not like OR need. But she redeemed herself by giving me a cool elf toy. I love toys!

I got into the cookie batter yesterday of course. Then dad had to keep me out of it with more toys. Today I got into the beans mom was cooking and she gave me one. I LOVED it! She mushed a few into my dish. Then it started snowing! I was at every window looking out, trying to chase it! Wow it is some weird stuff.

I finally decided to take a nap so mom is on the computer. Wow, this Christmas stuff sure is fun! Does it come again next month???

Meows,
Foucault (or some call me FC)

january blues

Hi there kitties,

I've been fighting the January blues by being well, curious. I had an adventure up on the roof. Mom put lots of pictures on my page on a slideshow. would you tell her to put that silly camera away? I've been jumping up on the window panes and hanging off it but I jump down when I hear that camera click. No way am I gonna let her document that! What so she can embarrass me when I'm 5 or something?

I've gained quite an appetite. Some of my favorite foods to try are: soy crisps, corn chips, beans (smooshed), dog biscuits (especially the ones shaped like cats), dog kibble, and probably some other stuff that I forgot too. This kitten brain is off....

Oh, this is my list of things to do below. Better get to work, eh?
FC

Foucault's TO DO:
Bite feet in the night
Chase my sisfur
Jump up everywhere
When my dad goes out jump up on the window and hang off of it
Think everything is mine (especially lunch and dinner)
Steal the dog's toys
Steal the dog's kibbles
Steal the dog's beds
Cry for my laser pointer
Cry to get more food
Wake up at 4am for food
Make the laundry basket into my bed
Swipe at the hand that feeds me
Be awake at all the hours that the humans sleeping
Purr so loud it wakes up the humans and dogs

oh boy!

Heh Kittehs! (that's LOLcat for Hi Kittys)

Guess what? I got featured at a diary pick today. I'm purring like mad! And once my motor is on, it's pretty hard to turn off. Thanks Catster!

Well I've had an interesting morning. I woke my mom and dad up by biting their feet. I HATE WEEKENDS! My mom and dad think they can sleep in! How dare they? My breakfast was 2 hours late! The nerve!

Mom decided to bake and she wouldn't let me help with the batter. So I had to wait in the bathroom with dad while he turned on the shower and sat under it. I didn't care for that. I cried my heart out to help with the baking but mom didn't rescue me. Hmph.

Later I got out and helped clean the pans. I'm pretty good at that. Mmm blueberry cobbler.

Oh, I just heard a squirrel on the fence...better go check it out.

Later,
FC

kitten casserole

Hi Kitties,

So, Um, It seems as if there is some confusion. I did not intend to bake myself as a casserole. That picture is out of context. Here's how it happened...

Today I was all crazy with energy. I mean, the laser pointer has not come out in days! What gives? And mom decided to bake. What fun! I love to lick the batter and "help out". So I tried to help out but mom kept pushing me away. I like to sniff everything and taste-test it. I put my nose in the flour and breathed. Flour got all over. I was in trouble then.

So mom opened the balcony to see if I wanted to go out there. I mean I was crying to go out. I was at the door, crying, crying, crying! She opened it and I got too shy. I needed some time to think it over! Stop trying to push a guy into stuff. I'm just a teen!

So I didn't go out. I decided to look at the birds from the comfort of inside. It just so happens I was stalking a bird out the window then mom decided to snap a picture of me while I was in a casserole dish. That does NOT mean I am for dinner. I resent that. Quit drooling puppies!

Now I am off for a nap after my crazy day.

Purrs,
Foucault

Call me Chef Foucault

Hey Kitties,

I hope you are having a good February so far. I have decided to take up the hobby of cooking. I mean, it's not my top prority, I would WAY PREFER getting outside but you gotta take what you can get.

So I like to help out in the kitchen. This means I climb up on the counter whenever mom or dad cook. But ESPECIALLY when mom bakes. I love licking the batter and margarine and oil when she turns her back.

Tonight I was really pestering her. And when she ate, the only way she could keep me from doing anything bad was to hold me on her lap. I purrred. I got to lick the plate when she was done eating her pancake.

She thought Dad but everything away but she THOUGHT WRONG! I climbed up on the counter and found a pan with a pancake still in it. I knocked it off the counter and was playing with it. But then, all the sudden over came Mr. Zuki my doggie brother and snatched it up and ate it! Darn him! That was my only chance!

Then I got up in the pan again but it was empty. I knocked over the mix because I was trying to make more. Dad got mad and put everything away. No more cooking tonight. :-(

Later kitties,
Foucault

March Madness

Hey Kittehs,

You might be wondering what I have been up to. Well, I've been growing I guess for starters. Mom says I'm heavier than before. Not like I'm chunky or anything but I am filling out. That is good I suppose.

Next. I have been stirring up the usual trouble. Biting toes and fingers, chasing the dogs tails, pressing the buttons on the stove, and batting things around. I've been darting outside a bit more. I have been hiding behind the door trying to sneak out. But the other day dad closed the door on my paw. Ouch! That kinda stopped me for like one hour. But then I was back at it again. Today I darted out three feet instead of the usual one foot. I'm getting braver too.

My sister and I are in the usual spats although they are less frequent. We've learned when to let things be. We share the same bowl and toys more often. Sometimes we fight and she beats me. I mean, I let her win, yeah, that's it.

Ok, back to making mischief.

Purrs,
FC

I've been a bad boy

...Says my mom. While my Dad's away, I sure have stirred up trouble. Yesterday I darted outside and got all the way to the bushes. Then again this morning I darted out but didn't go as far. Mom was glad because she had to get to work!

Then when she left I was super bad. I have a habit of getting up on the stove and pressing buttons. Well this time I pressed enough to turn it on! Mom came home and wondered by it was so warm in the house. Well, duh it is snowing out and I am cold! I had to heat up the house!

Then I darted outside but did want to get wet. Mom put my paws in the snow anyhow. How dare she?

*runs off to pout*

meows,
Foucault