Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday America!!! I FINALLY can get on the catputer and pawmail a diary entry. Either mom is hogging the computer or Harriet is sleeping on it... sheesh! I hope all my furriends have a wonderful Independence Day today and get lots of yummy treats! Now, be careful and no playing with firecrackers or stuff cuz it can hurt our paws and burn our fur! But on to more important things... like cake and birthdays!

I had my 6th birthday on Sunday but we couldn't really celebrate it and I couldn't even get on Catster because that nasty storm Friday took away our power! Mom had promised me poached tilapia for dinner too! It was so hot and yucky out and we didn't get power for what seemed like an eternity. When we finally got our power back mom had to report to me that the birthday tilapia was spoiled and that she would have to buy some more and we'd have a big "Gotcha Day" celebration. I guess I'm okay with that since my Gotcha Day is later this month; however, she still owes me BIG TIME!

I want to thank all my furriends who sent me birthday gifties and wishes! You guys sure are the best! Thanks to Tate, Samoa, KittyPryde, Monster, and those SanFran guys Guido and Grazie! I sure do love my Catster pals! I'm gonna have to get mom to let me on the computer more often so I can write my diary entries...

^paw,
ozzy

Merry Christmas!

Sheesh! Mom hasn't let me write in my diary in months! She's pathetic! Can't get good help around here! And, you know what she is? She's a grinch too! Yes! Mom is the GRINCH!

I got a present from one of my pals and mom put it up on a shelf so I can't open it up til Christmas Eve. How dare she! So this afternoon, I decided to put my plan into action whilst she was busy with baking cookies. Harriet was distracted watching mom bake so I had the living room to myself. There was my package, up on the shelf... just waiting for me to snatch it down! So, I jumped up on the base of the hutch and stood on a pile of catalogs and stretched up to reach that package. I had it in my paws! YES! Victory! Well, I swear mom boobytrapped that present! The pile of catalogs started to slide... I had a choice, release the present and save myself by jumping or suffer the consequences. Well, don't you know, just about this time mom sees me as she hears the catalogs start to fall on the floor... there I am hanging on to my present by my front paws, my back paws sliding out from beneath me! Oh the indignity of it all! Well, I wasn't letting go of the present! Mom said "Ozzy, you better jump while you can" but I refused to let go of my present. Sigh. I slid out with the pile of slippery catalogs and the present remained on the shelf while I sailed through the air. I regained my footing before I hit the ground but mom saw the whole thing. You know what she did then? She laughed at me! She's the Grinch, I tell ya, the Grinch! My present is still atop Mt. Crumpet or whatever it was called... and Harriet is like that stupid dog Max, just sitting there looking cute but being no help at all! Wait. Doesn't the Grinch's heart grow and he gives out the gifts? Hmmmmm, perhaps I'll give it another day and see if Mom Grinch thaws out and gives me my present!

Merry Christmas to all my pals!

^paw,
ozzy

Gotcha! My Re-Birthday!

Today is my 4th Gotcha Day! I like to think of my Gotcha Day as my Re-Birthday cuz it's the day I was "born" to my mom and my forever home! It's hard to believe I've been with mom for 4 whole years! Mom was looking through pictures she took my first few months here and she was full of "awwwwww" and "ohhhhhh" moments. My favorite memory of those first few weeks and months is mom's favorite too-- the first time I jumped up on the bed to be with mom! I think mom might have shed a tear and she didn't want to move for fear she'd scare me. Napping with mom is one of my favorite things to do and always will be!

I'm really purroud to share my Re-Birthday with the birthday of an infamous Catster kitty: Calvin. I wanna wish Calvin a Happy Birthday up at the Bridge!

^paw and meowies!
ozzy

Gotcha! My Re-Birthday!

Today is my 4th Gotcha Day! I like to think of my Gotcha Day as my Re-Birthday cuz it's the day I was "born" to my mom and my forever home! It's hard to believe I've been with mom for 4 whole years! Mom was looking through pictures she took my first few months here and she was full of "awwwwww" and "ohhhhhh" moments. My favorite memory of those first few weeks and months is mom's favorite too-- the first time I jumped up on the bed to be with mom! I think mom might have shed a tear and she didn't want to move for fear she'd scare me. Napping with mom is one of my favorite things to do and always will be!

I'm really purroud to share my Re-Birthday with the birthday of an infamous Catster kitty: Calvin. I wanna wish Calvin a Happy Birthday up at the Bridge!

^paw and meowies!
ozzy

Gotcha! My Re-Birthday!

Today is my 4th Gotcha Day! I like to think of my Gotcha Day as my Re-Birthday cuz it's the day I was "born" to my mom and my forever home! It's hard to believe I've been with mom for 4 whole years! Mom was looking through pictures she took my first few months here and she was full of "awwwwww" and "ohhhhhh" moments. My favorite memory of those first few weeks and months is mom's favorite too-- the first time I jumped up on the bed to be with mom! I think mom might have shed a tear and she didn't want to move for fear she'd scare me. Napping with mom is one of my favorite things to do and always will be!

I'm really purroud to share my Re-Birthday with the birthday of an infamous Catster kitty: Calvin. I wanna wish Calvin a Happy Birthday up at the Bridge!

^paw and meowies!
ozzy

Birthdays and Gotcha Days

Yesterday was my arbitrary birthday. Mom had to give the pet insurance people a birthdate for me; when I was adopted, the nice people told mom that I was about a year old so they made July 1st my "official" birthday. I'm not sure what my real birthday is but July 1st is just fine with me! I've been pondering which is more important: birthdays or Gotcha Days. I've arrived at my decision.

I know many of you will agree with me that Gotcha Days mean more to us than our birthdays. Sure, sure, sure... without a birthday we wouldn't have Gotcha Days. BUT without a Gotcha Day, some of us might not be here! I was lucky to be at a no-kill shelter but since they were over their cat capacity limit they had to find me a foster home-- furtunately, because I am an unusual kitty, they knew that I would be adopted to the right home after I recovered and relearned social manners. My Gotcha Day is my favorite day of the year! It's when mom came and said "he's mine!" and I was reborn. So, in a way, Gotcha Days are like re-birthdays. My Gotcha Day is coming up so I'm excited about that... mom will cry and tell me how I am her big boy and how much she loves me (mom's do that mushy stuff) and I will give her her favorite headbonks.

I want to thank all my pals who sent me presents and well-wishes for my birthday! Colette and family send me a bouncy ball, my best pals Oliver and Dewey sent me a chocolate cupcake, Hunter and his family sent me a chocolate cupcake, those crazy Tabbies O Trout Towne sent me a baseball, those Tomcat boys sent me a flag which I am proudly flying, the most gorgeous Samoa sent me a bouncy beach ball, Guido and Yolo sent me some fireworks, and the amazing Skipster and Riley sent me a beach ball! I love all my presents! Thanks everyone!

^paw,
ozzy

The shortest distance

The shortest distance (when you are a cat) is up on the arm of the chair then up to the back of the chair then across the back of the chair then down onto the other arm of the chair then onto the end table then onto the arm of the couch then down to the couch cushions and across the couch then onto the coffee table then down the length of the coffee table and back onto the couch and then to the other end table then onto the small wooden chair then up to the cat tree where my sisfur Harriet is sleeping. One swat with the paw and it's mine. Harriet found the shortest distance was straight down from the top level to the floor! MOL!

^paw,
ozzy

Tagged! finally!

Samsara tagged me to play! Thanks for tagging me because I was feeling a tad left out that I'd not been tagged yet.

Here are the rules:
Name the 5 most annoying things your humans do, then tag 5 others to keep it going!

1- It really annoys me when mom does not feed me in the wee hours of the morning. I should be given fresh food whenever I am feeling peckish. Why do I have to wait until after 6am to be fed?

2- It really annoys me when mom chooses to watch tv or use the computer or pet Harriet instead of playing with me or giving me chin scratches.

3- It really annoys me that mom goes to work and leaves us alone. Why can't she stay home with us?

4- It really annoys me that mom brought my sisfur Harriet home one day without asking me if I wanted a sisfur. Sure, she's fun to chase and I even enjoy sharing a nap with her sometimes but mom should have asked me first!

5- It really really really annoys me that I am not allowed outside. I long to be outside chasing birds and small mammals!

I'd like to tag my pals Dewey, Chef Rooster, Greyson, Newman, and Gleek!

Thanks for reading my annoyances and hope you all have a great nap today!

^paw and meowies,
ozzy

Mid-winter thoughts

It's the middle of winter and I've been thinking a lot between naps. I've been thinking my mom has been slacking in letting me post in my diary. I've been thinking I don't get enough snacks of chicken or tuna. I've been thinking my sister is a pain but she sure is fun to chase. I've been thinking I deserve more treats. I've been thinking too many of our furriends have been sick lately.

Well, it's time to nap and ponder a few more great thoughts. I'll keep you posted.

^paw and meowies,
ozzy

December has an R in it...

Tonight mom tried to give me a treat off her plate. I usually love treats off mom's plate: chicken, fish, cheese, etc. Well, tonight she tried to give me something which smelled interesting but looked like grey slimy pigeon guts. She said they were called "oysters" and were a special treat! Special treat? I looked at Harriet, she was just sitting there staring at it glistening on our treat spot; she wouldn't touch it. I extended a paw and it was all slimy and squishy. I looked at mom and inquired whether it might not be a sea cucumber instead. Mom said "Ozzy, these are oysters from the Chesapeake Bay; you can only eat them in months that have an R in them." Well mom, I don't care if December has an R, it still looks gross. You sure that R doesn't stand for retch? or revolting? I know it doesn't stand for roasted chicken, why couldn't you have made roasted chicken tonight mom? Oysters? Blech!