IVE BEEN TAGGED!!!

I was tagged by Boo's mommy, Koffee Kat.

Alrighty then, 7 things about me (Brody).

1. I dont like the new gal much...shes tiny, hairy, and has a loud, funny sounding meow...she just cant do it right...and shes stinky...
2. I will let mommy do pretty much anything to me...carry me upside down, make me lay on my back on her lap, carry me like a baby, wrestle with me...you name it...i have emense patience with her...also she knows when to let me go...
3. I love my daddy, he treats me like one of the guys...
4. I love to beg...and mommy and daddy will feed me from time to time...cheese...beef...cheesy beef...chicken...cheesy chicken...cheesy chips...cheesy crackers...milk...cheesy milk no jk haha...also i love noodles....
5. I love to watch the outside through the window...and i love it when the window is open with the screen shut...i can feel the breeze and watch the birds without being in the scary outside....
6. i will do one trick and one trick only...i will stand for a temptations....
7. I KNOW how to use the litter box unlike said new.... *thing*.... it cant qualify as a cat...shes just....strange....

I am tagging the following kitties, and I do hope they will play!

1. Mayhem(OB18)706430
2. Fuzz (Fuzz)706430
3. Saphira (KM) 635577
4. Stalin (SM)661411
5. Punkin (CC)755412
6. Paul(cat) 696156
7. Agent Smith (liz) 690524

Please list 7 interesting facts about your wonderful selves and then tag 7 other kitties into the game.

As dictated to Brody's assistant melissa*

i have been taged by Flora Cat....so i tag the following kitties and puppies....

1. Daisy
2. Ariel
3. Adam Chewbacca
4.Jophiel
5.Mocha
6.Smokey
7.Eeyore

and here are my 7 facts:

1. i looove to bird watch and ill chirp at them....
2. i love feet and shoes
3. i like neckerchiefs, but no other type of clothing...
4. i dont like to be told no
5. i like to lay behind daddys game machine, but i always get yelled at for it.
6. i love cheese and beef...
7. i hate it when mommy grabs my tail, she knows i dont like it anyway but she always laughs when i freak out about it....

I have been tagged by Smokey, King of Egypt.

Here are the rules of the game: Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to purr them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged.

Seven pawsome facts about me:

1- I LOVE CHEESE!!!!!

2- My back and tail twitch when im having a crazy fun time

3- I like to hang out with daddy, but i like to sleep on top of mommy.

4- I can balance on my back, on my mommy's stomache, while shes on her back. i am a true "cat on my back"

5- I miss my brother.

6- I love to talk to my mommy.....sometimes she says weird things.

7- I love to rub my face on peoples feet and shoes. they're really all mine you see.


I have tagged the following kitties:

1- Cleopatra

2- Rufus

3- Squeak

4- Sebastian

5-Kinsey

6- Jophiel

7- Ariel

Christmas is coming!

dear diary,

well the tree is decorated, the stockings are pinned to the wall, as my parents dont have a fireplace, and the lights are up outside. the whole house is clean, for once, and im all alone, contented to be so i might add. its just one of those nights everyone needs from time to time, to be alone with ones thoughts. if only i had a few blades of catnip and some milk id be in business. but alas, its just me. im staring at the lit tree in awe, as i just love the tiny lights, the smell of nobles are wonderful, and all the shiny decorations, dancing in the light. its a beautiful sight to see. there are no presents under the tree yet, which makes me worried, because im expecting for at least half of them to be for me. all i want for Christmas is some cat nip, preferably the chia one i saw on the magic box they call tee vee...or sumpin like that, a few toys, like that fishing pole with the feather, and maybe that maze with the food in it....that looked like fun. But what i really want for Christmas is for my mommy and daddy to be happy, so they can give me belly snorgles and cheek scritchers all morning long. this is my favorite time of year. all the decorations, the smells, and the presents, of course the presents. another thing i want for Christmas is maybe like some bags of treats, the gourmet ones. mmmm i go crazy for those. one time my mom had a few packets of those on her dresser, and i climbed up, chewed open the packaging and ate as much as i could reach. she was mad, but i was full and satisfied. mom doesnt stay mad for long though, she always pets me a few minutes later anyways. but its not like im a bad cat or anything so its ok. we have a good relationship. i love my new daddy too! ive known him for like 4 years or so, but now i see him every day like mommy. its so much fun, just the three of us. i love to sleep between them. and when they wake up in the morning, they both pet me like crazy. ive certainly got the good life. well, till later diary.
-Brody.

The Greatest Christmas Present.

Dear diary,
I'm bored. Bored bored bored bored bored. What to do, what to do. I could get out of bed, but not if the floors too cold. *checks floor with one paw* ooh! Too cold. I'll just sit here in bed till dad gets home and he can feed me, then the cold floor will be worth it.

Bored bored bored.........bored bored bored bored............

I guess I could see what’s going on on stuff on my cat.

*Braves the cold floor to scamper on over to the 'puter*

Ah, rats! Looks like I missed some good partying, and mommy's blov. No one seems to be there anymore. Snaps.

*sits and ponders*

Well I guess I could look out the window.

Another gloomy day. At least I don’t have to be outside like some cats and dogs. Oh how I feel for them. I've never been unfortunate enough to be outside in weather like this. On that note, let me tell you a story. A story about a farm cat, who loved to wander.


It was a day like any other early winter day in the country. Sunny and bright but with a cool winter breeze brushing against your whiskers. Perfect pouncing weather. Flanagan, a tortishell tabby mix main coon, was outside, like he always loved to do on days like this, chasing flies and rolling in the tall grass just passed the corn fields, but not quite as far as the forest. He could hear the distant bells of the cows from a distance. That’s what his owner, Mr. Withers, made his life’s work, corn and cows. Mrs. Withers made a mean creamed corn as you might imagine.

Flanagan heard the dinner bell that Mrs. Withers rang every evening like clockwork. Flanagan raced back through the cornfields and over the fence to the front porch, greeting Mrs. Withers with a purring rub of the face to her legs.

"Flanagan! You almost tripped me! But I know you do it out of love" Mrs. Withers said as she picked Flanagan up by the belly.

She carried him into the warm house where the fire was burning hot. A stew was boiling on the stove and Mr. Withers was on his favorite chair next to the fire reading his Bible. She set him down in the kitchen where his food bowl was and she spooned some stew beef into it. The three ate in a cozy silence, as Mrs. Withers food is too good to speak in between bites.
The smell of potatoes and beef was looming throughout the house as bedtime encroached, and Mr. and Mrs. Withers made there way down the hall to their bedroom.

"Oh now would you look at that" Mr. Withers said as he looked out the window, "the first snow of winter."
"So it is!" Said Mrs. Withers.
Flanagan was just too excited to sleep just yet; he wanted to stare out the window chasing the snowflakes down the glass. He made his way to the kitchen, where there was a window over the sink. He was puzzled as he saw it was still open from earlier today, and he wondered why Mrs. Withers forgot to close it. But his concerns quickly turned to curiosity as he could reach out to the lightly floating snowflakes. He was batting at them from the windowsill, when he reached just a little too far and fell down to the porch swing. He could get back in from there, but oh how he longed to run out to the field and play in the snow from there.

He made his way out, passed the fence, through the corn, and into the long grassy field. By then there was a thin layer of snow built up, and Flanagan frolicked and bounded through the grass, making paw prints and tail trails wherever he landed. One lone white moth passed his way, and he was engrossed in the beauty of this moth. He followed it, trying to bat it out of the sky as he wanted to play with it, and smell it, and possibly eat it, but it was just too elusive. He kept at it, jumping and pouncing after the wintry white moth, until he realized, he was in the forest. It was darker in the forest. The full moon light that flooded the field was no longer to be seen in the woods. He could hear the faint howling of the owls, and the cracks and snarls of the unknown beasts that roamed the forest. He looked back for where he came from, but he couldn’t see the field from where he was, Flanagan was lost. His only hope was to keep moving, he thought, so he made his way through the forest, down the hill, and up to a small stream. He remembered a stream running down the back of the farm so he thought that if he followed it, he might find home. He ran down the side of the small stream as far as he could, all night he followed. He followed until the crack of dawn, and it was lighter in the forest. It didn’t seem as scary now that the sun was out. But Flanagan was tired; he was up all night looking for the part of the stream that was behind his house, but to no avail. He made his way up a tree, where he could catch a few winks before he continued his journey.
Back on the farm, Mrs. Withers was uneasy.
"Flanagan has never been gone this long before. I wonder where he could be."
"I’m sure he’s alright and just playing in the field again like he always does"
"But its so cold out now that the snow has fallen, I hope he’s warm and safe and comes home soon."
"I know he will. He’s a curious cat, but a homebody nonetheless. He'll come back when he misses your beef stew and creamed corn."
"Oh I hope so." Mrs. Withers said while wiping a silent tear with her apron.

Flanagan heard a twig snap, and he realized a bigger cat from another branch was watching him.
"Who are you?" said Flanagan
"I’m Helga, I’m a forest cat"
"A forest cat? Whoever heard of a forest cat?"
"I’m a cat who lives in the forest, not a farm cat like you who has a human family to care for. I have no one, just myself."
"Oh, how awful! No family to care for? What do you do with your time and all the love you have?"
"I spend my time hunting, eating, and staying alive. There’s no time for playing in my world, not even time for love."
Flanagan kept silent.
"What are you doing out here in the big bad forest by yourself anyway?"
"I was chasing snowflakes and moths, and I got lost." Flanagan said with a somber frown. "I tried to find my way back, but I couldn’t I thought if I followed this stream I would find the part that ran passed the back of my house, and I could go home, and eat Mrs. Withers beef stew, and curl up next to Mr. Withers feet by the fire, and never be bothered by these woods again!” He said with a tear.
Helga realized how hopeless this poor cat was, and decided then and there that she would get him home, no matter what.
"I'll help you find home, if you promise me one thing..."
"What’s that?"
"That I’ll never see your face in these woods again"
"Ok.... I promise." Flanagan said with a smile.
"Which way were you going?"
"Uh, this way I think" Flanigan said pointing his nose in the right direction.
"Oh no! That’s all wrong! The only thing that way is more forest and a waterfall! I doubt your house is that way. C'mon, lets go this way"
They began to walk down the other direction of the stream, and a calm came over Flanagan, as he knew he would be home soon, all thanks to this lovely black and white forest cat named Helga.
"What did you say your name was again kid?"
"I didn’t, its Flanagan."
"Alright Flanagan," She said with a grin,” you’ll be home in no time"

Back at home, now Mr. Withers was getting uneasy.
"Oh poor Flanagan, I wonder if he'll ever make his way back home." He said as he stared towards the forest from the front porch. Mrs. Withers stood in the doorway with a garland in her hands.
"Oh, trimming the tree was always Flanagan’s favorite, I’m afraid he'll never be able to do so again" She said with a stream of tears falling down her face.
She returned to the living room, where the towering Christmas tree was. She gently set the garland of dried cranberries and dried corn on the tree. She pulled Flanagan’s favorite ornament out, a blue-feathered ball, with real feathers mind you. Mrs. Flanagan made it after their beloved Reginald passed away three summers ago. She tearfully set the ball at the bottom of the tree, where Flanagan would have wanted it.
"Do you think he'll ever come back? It’s been almost two days now."
"I don’t know dear, it’s too cold for even a cat of his girth to survive without something warm to sleep against."

Back in the forest, Helga and Flanagan huddled together at the top of a tree.
"I’ve never been so cold!"
"I’ve been colder"
"I’ve never seen such snow"
"I’ve seen worse"
"I’ve never been out so long"
"I’ve never been inside"
Flanagan kept quiet. He knew that the worst that he could brave was nothing to what Helga had seen. He knew that without her, he'd be a cat-cicle by now.
He huddled closer to Helga.
"You know, I just wanted to say thank you, if I haven’t said it yet"
"You haven’t, but its ok I’m used to it"
"What have you done something like this before?"
"No, but I’m used to not being talked to in general, so why wouldn’t I be used to not being thanked?"
"Well I guess..."
"Your just lucky I like your style kid, cause I could be back in my territory, eating a pheasant or something."
"Well, SORRY! I didn’t ask you to help me! You could have stayed at your home hunting and surviving all by yourself! I wasn’t asking for any favors!" Flanagan knew that as he said that, he was going to regret it.
"Well fine! I'll just go back and let you find your home all by yourself since your soooo grateful" she said sarcastically.
"BUT I-"
"BUT NOTHING! Your right, you didn’t ask me! And I don’t owe you anything! Goodbye Flanagan."
She ran off, with the snow falling on her fur. She didn’t look back
"But I did say thank you...."Flanagan said as his eyes swelled up with tears.
"What am I going to do now!” he thought to himself. "Without her, I’m nothing, I’m as good as wolf snacks out here alone" He continued to cry.
An owl heard his cries and waddled down his branch to see what all the commotion was about.
"What are you doing young man?"
"What?"
"I said, what are you doing young man?" Said the owl.
"I’m lost, and alone, and the only other creature who could help me, just walked out on me, and now I’m as good as dead." he continued to cry.
"Don’t say that young man, your not as good as dead. You'll get through because your Gods creation, and he wants to see you live a long an happy life at home where you belong."
Suddenly a warming calm came over Flanagan, and he knew what he needed to do.

Back on the farm, Mr. and Mrs. Withers were eating their Christmas Eve dinner, which was a roasted duck, with stuffing, potatoes, and Flanagan’s favorite, creamed corn. They ate in silence, but not a cozy silence like before, this was a sad and remorseful silence.
"If only I had remembered to shut the kitchen window, Flanagan would be home enjoying my duck, and his favorite creamed corn."
"Now now dear. If its in Gods will, Flanagan will be home, and if its not, then we just have to accept that, and move on with our lives, serving the lord and honoring him, not fixating ourselves on our guilt and regrets."
"Your right, I know your right, but it still hurts so much."
They continued eating in the sorrowful silence.

Flanagan was racing against the wind trying to catch up with Helga again. He couldn’t find her, everything looked black and white in this winter weather and he knew that finding her was a long shot, and that if he didn’t, he would never see anyone familiar again. He kept running and running until SLAM! He ran into something that seemed invisible, as if a wall had just appeared out of nowhere.
"What are you doing you crazy farm cat?!?!"
It was Helga! He ran into her without even seeing her, she was so well camouflaged.
"I came running after you. I wanted to tell you something."
"What, more insults and criticisms?"
"No, I came to apologize. I’m sorry I got all up in arms about you helping me. The truth is, if you hadn’t offered, I would have asked anyway, and without you, I’d be dead by now."
Helga's heart was melted, and tears began to well up in her eyes.
"Oh Flanagan, I'm sorry! I know you were just trying to say thank you and I couldn’t just take the thanks and leave it at that, I had to run my mouth off like I always do. The truth is, I don’t have friends because I choose to, I don’t have friends because I'm afraid I’m not too good at keeping them."
"Oh you'll always be my friend Helga."
"I’m glad, because I'd love to always be your friend too."
They head butted and purred and rubbed up against each other, and continued towards Flanagan’s home.
"You'll be home by sunrise, if not before."
"Thank you Helga. Thank you so much."
As they walked down the side of the now frozen stream, their tails intertwined and they both were smiling inside.

They made there way down the stream, through the woods, until the trees began to grow fewer and farther between. They were almost out of the forest and they could see, far off in the distance, the glow of a home, and Flanagan just knew it was his. The trees were no more, and they were running through grass, snow covered grass. They ran faster and faster, trying to get there as quick as they could. They passed the cow filled barn in the back of the house, made there way to the back door. There was only one problem. There was no way to get inside.
Just then, Flanagan remembered a hole in the floorboards of the living room that he could get to from under the house. They crawled their way under the tight space between the house and the ground and poked their way around looking for the hole.
"I think I found it" Said Flanagan. He crawled inside and turned towards Helga to make sure she was close behind.
She stared at him with a bittersweet smile and said, "This is where I get off Kid. Its time for me to go back home."
"But, you could stay here, its warm and there’s always plenty of beef and creamed corn. You wont have to fight to survive anymore, you can just sit by the fire, and on warmer days, we can run through the fields just playing and chasing flies. Wouldn’t it be so nice?"
"Sounds wonderful Kid, but its just not me. I’m not made for that kind of life. Your owners probably wouldn’t want another cat around anyway."
Flanagan’s eyes began to tear up, but he held them back, he didn’t want to cry in front of Helga.
"Well, goodbye kid. Remember your promise. I don’t ever want to see your mug again, ok?"
"Ok Helga...I promise." He said, as he couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.
"I- I love you Helga."
She gave him a whisker kiss, then turned and ran off. Flanagan crawled up through the small hole in the corner of the room, and over to the fire where Mr. Withers had left his slippers. Mr. and Mrs. Withers had gone to bed, he could tell, because the bedroom door was shut, and all the Christmas candles were blown out. All that was left was the warm cinders of the fire, gently cracking away. He made his way under the tree to keep warm, and smell his favorite ornament, the feathered ball, and quietly fell asleep.
As Helga made her way back home she couldn’t get those words out of her head.
"I- I love you Helga." rang over and over in hear little skull.
"He loves me? I don’t understand, no body has ever loved me before. Can it actually mean that with Flanagan is where I’m meant to be? I feel so comfortable with him, and living on that farm did sound nice. But I'm a forest cat; I don’t belong on a farm. No, I should just go back home. Home....home." She sat there in the cold snow, pondering about the true meaning of home.

Back on the farm, Flanagan was quietly sleeping until he felt a warm nudge against his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes and focused in on what had roused him from his deep sleep.
It was Helga! She had come back!
"Helga! Your back! Oh, you came back!" Flanagan said with tears of joy running down his furry cheeks.
"You sure do that a lot kid." Helga said with a teary smile.
"Yeah, I came back. I was walking and I realized the true meaning of home. Home is not where you mark your territory, or where you can find the best pheasants. Its where your loved, and cared for, and where you can care for someone you love more than anything else in this world"
They head butted and purred and whisker kissed each other as they rubbed up against one another. They curled up together under the tree, and saw out the window that the sun was about to crack up over the mountains. They heard a rustle coming from the bedroom, and Flanagan knew that Mr. and Mrs. Withers were awake.
"Shh, stay put," said Flanagan "lets surprise them"
Mrs. Withers came out first, dressed in her pink dressing gown covered by her red robe and blue slippers. She started making the Christmas morning breakfast of cream of wheat and berries. Mr. Withers came out next dressed in his white long pajamas and dark blue robe with green slippers. They both had this sad, drained look on their faces, as if they had aged by 20 years. Flanagan barely recognized them, if it weren’t for the smell of Mrs. Withers cooking. They ate in that same sad silence and then made there way over to the tree to traditionally open Christmas gifts as they do every year. Only this year was not as joyous for them as it was in previous year, for they thought they would never see their beloved Flanagan ever again. As Mr. Withers reached in for his gift to Mrs. Withers, he felt a familiar warm furry belly. Then all of a sudden they both heard a familiar meow coming from under the tree. Mr. Withers spread apart the branches and to their amazement, not one but two cats came walking out.
"Oh Flanagan! My Flanagan!" Mrs. Withers yelled out with joy.
She scooped him up into her arms and kissed him all over his face. Mr. Withers joined in the long sought after cat hugs.
"Now who is this?" Mrs. Withers said with a puzzled smile.
Helga meowed as if to introduce herself.
"Did you bring home my Flanagan?"
Helga meowed in response.
"Well I thank you, very much. I also hope you plan on making this your new home, as Flanagan seems to be very attached to you" she said as Flanagan wriggled his way out of her hands and down next to Helga, giving her whisker kisses.
Helga meowed in response.
"Yes, I do." she said. Of course Mr. and Mrs. Withers only heard, “Meow."
"Well wonderful!" Both Mr. and Mrs. Withers said with excitement. Mr. and Mrs. Withers both scooped up Flanagan and Helga respectively, and snorgled their bellies with gusto.
"This is truly the best Christmas present ever." They all thought. Mr. and Mrs. Withers were reunited with Flanagan, Helga had a new home, but most of all, they were all happy. Happy to be with one another on this joyous Christmas morning.
That night, Flanagan and Helga curled up together on top of Mr. and Mrs. Withers feet, never to give the woods another thought. Flanagan gently opened his eyes and he could see that out the window, a gentle snow was falling down. He could see the moon shining brightly in the night sky, and he knew that he would always be happy here with Helga, and Mr. and Mrs. Withers, for the rest of his life. He saw a brilliantly white moth fluttering outside the window, and he smiled to himself, rested his head on Helga's, and fell gently to sleep.

CRAZY!

OH how I love my evening crazies! Prancing around, jumping from couch to couch, in all my crazy glory! Oh the wonder, oh the surprise, oh the insanity of it all!
Should Irun into the bedroom and then out into the kitchen? Or should I hop from the Marshall amp to the dining room table and to the dryer? It doesnt matter, because I can do it all!! I can run everywhere and anywhere because I am the cat of the house!!! Im the tom, the king, the ruler of all who live below me!! nothing can stop me because I am a CAT!!!!

my first entry

Being a cat is hard. both my parents work all day, so they leave me with nothing to do. i wish i had more toys besides this cat nip pillow. Ive drooled on it so much the cat nip scent has been drained out. i hope mommy doesnt notice that i drool, cause real cats dont drool. oh well. my mommy and daddy are due home in a few minutes so i have to go sit in my usual sopt infront of the door to wait for them.
goodnight diary,
Brody