April 11th 2009 9:27 am
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Well. Beignet the stinky kitten is back. He returned a few hours after I posted my confession. He seems fine, but he smelled like the v*t's office, so I growled at him. Also he doesn't seem to be quite the man he was before he left home. Hmmm. My guardian angel Bear who knows everything suggested that maybe he had gone to get fixed at the v*t, like I did when I was little. hmmmmm. Looks like I confessed for nothing. I should have demanded a plea deal.
I would have posted the news of Beignet's homecoming earlier. My angel friend Cole wrote to check on Beignet's whereabouts and ask, in confidence, if I really ate the cord. (I wonder if he'd like to act as my lawyer..) However, when mom turned on the computer, she found that the NEW power cord had been chewed. uh-oh again. The weird thing is she now takes the cord off the computer and puts in in a drawer when she's not using it. So the culprit (!?) had to chew the cord right in front of her!!! And she didn't see it. You should have heard the "unhappy" words flying around my house. My ears are still pink with embarrassment. Beignet being away from home, the only cats in the room when she was computing were me, Pomme and Beignet's sister, Cajole. Once again suspicion falls on me. sigh. Pomme hardly ever moves, and Cajole bounces like a silly kitten everywhere, extremely noisy and visible. That leaves me, and mom thinks I am perfectly capable of silently slinking, panther-like, up from the bottom of the bed and hiding behind the screen while I gnaw on the wire undetected. I think the new cord must be very flimsy to give in so quickly. Either that or, like an experienced assassin, I... I mean somecat... now know exactly where to strike to disable that fascinating snaky little cord. I really need a good lawyer.
So I no longer have any access to the computer. No more lazy afternoons curled up on mom's bed snuggling sweetly (:D ) while she piddles around on the computer. Time to go torment the stinky kitten. I still have some hobbies left.
April 9th 2009 6:16 am
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So mom was finally getting over her bronchitis. It was Spring Break day one and all was right with the world. Then she tried to turn on the computer. Nothing. uh-oh. Checking the power cord she found it had been eaten down to the shiny silver wires. uh-oh. A very unhappy mommy. Lots of unhappy scolding noises. I sat, quiet and mature, and pointed my paw at those stinky kittens.
Some time later......mommy comes home with a package. MANY more unhappy scolding noises. Apparently she had no idea that replacement power cords cost 100+ dollars. sniff (licks paw nonchalantly). This is not really my problem, mom. I chalk that up to corporate greed. Also, apparently, we cats are no longer allowed to read Mr. Lollycat McNono's diary without adult supervision.
ok, so we're all powered up and back in business, no real harm done.....
So how come all of a sudden last night all the food and water was removed?? This is cruel and unusual punishment!! I plan to immediately contact the Obama administration and ask them to send mom the memo against torture. The woman is vindictive.
Then, yesterday morning, BEIGNET DISAPPEARED!!!!!! I did notice mom walk through the kitchen with the carrier, but being weak with hunger and thirst, I didn't really pay close attention. A bit later our food and water reappeared. After a hearty breakfast, I felt like taunting that stinky kitten. He wasn't on top of my cat tree. He wasn't lurking, kitten butt in the air, behind the dresser in the hall. He wasn't hiding under the bed in Pomme's room. He's not anywhere!
For the love of Cat, what will mom do next? All because of a little power cord snack? She's out of control.
It's been 24 hours and still no Beignet. Do you think she got rid of him because of the power cord? I'm gnawing my claws in guilt. OK OK I did it. I ate the power cord. I CONFESS! There. I'll take my punishment like a man...can Beignet come back now?
March 2nd 2009 8:41 am
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That kitten Beignet has apparently disrespected me in his diary today. He is about to become a kitten tender.
For the record, I was not frightened by the snow or the thunder. I simply have sensitive paw pads and my mother failed to provide me with adequate footwear.
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