My cat tree!

This afternoon, Momma wasn't paying attention when she was "housecleaning" and I was able to sneak into the bedroom. She saw me and so I raced to the top of my cat tree. That's right, MY CAT TREE. I haven't seen it in ages, let alone climb on it - all because of Briana. Once I got on it, there was no way Momma was getting me off. So she sat on the bed next to Briana who was glaring at me hatefully. *sticks his tongue out at her*

Both windows were open and I could see out them both from MY cat tree. Eventually Momma left us unsupervised for a minute so she could get the camera and take pictures of me on MY cat tree. But the battery died, so she went to look for the charger. That's when I made the mistake of climbing down off MY cat tree to check out Briana's food bowl. Momma walked back into the room, saw me, grabbed me, and before I knew what was happening, I was locked out of the bedroom again. HMPF!

So tonight, Momma's been back and forth with the tape measure measuring my other cat tree out here and measuring from the floor to the ceiling. Maybe, just maybe, she'll give me back my tree! For now I'm napping on Briana's tree which is in the living room. MOL!

The Day the LOLcats Died

You might have already heard that a bunch of websites are staging a blackout today - not in honor of my birthday, which would be awesome, but in protest of SOPA and PIPA which are UNawesome. SOPA is the Stop Online Piracy Act. The big "content-providers" claim they need this law to protect their rights from foreign websites that are illegally selling their property (i.e. pirated movies.) The problem is, instead of just going after the people selling the stuff illegally, they want to go after every website and its brother that is connected to the site selling the stuff. And it's not just selling either, it's any copyrighted material. So if someone posted a video that wasn't their own on YouTube, and then one of us linked to it on our Catster page, the "content-provider" that owned the copyrighted material could sue YouTube and Catster! Any website that allowed users to post content would be in danger of being sued. Talk about a threat to free speech!

As you all know, the internet is made of cats, so a threat against the internet is a threat against us! If you go to Cheezburger today, they have a video about what would happen if these laws pass and a link to more information.

http://icanhascheezburger.com/

Tell your humans to call or write their U.S. Congressmen and tell them to vote NO. (Senators about PIPA & Representatives about SOPA).

She missed it

She missed it. I can't believe she missed it. I was Diary of the Day yesterday, and we missed it. It's all Momma's fault! How did this happen? She was home before midnight last night and I saw her on the computer, so how is it possible she didn't check my pmail or her email? How could she do this to me???

Now I think I know why they say black cats are unlucky. Everyone else in the family has been honored - Hamlet, Bob, and even Briana were all Cat of the Day. Rufus was Cat of the Week! And what happens when I finally get my chance in the spotlight? She misses it!!! *sigh*

Well, thanks to everyone who sent me pmails and comments and presents. I'll send personal thank yous later, or should I say, EVEN LATER since it's already a day late! *grumble, grumble*

Three Blind Mice Reenactment

Momma gave us all fresh catnip mice today! It was great, but then she decided to play Farmer's Wife and she cut off their tails with a carving knife!! I don't know what has gotten into her, but if I see her lighting a candlestick I'm going to be nimble and hide real quick!

From Momma:
It was a pair of scissors, not a carving knife.
And I didn't cut off the whole tail, just half.
And that was only after I pulled one of them out of Jack's throat when I saw him gagging on it. The tails must have been 3-4 inches long!

How could she???

Momma threw out my recliner! I don't understand! First she vacuumed it a little, then she moved all the piles of stuff that were around it. Then she moved it to the middle of the floor and cleaned out everything underneath it. I thought she would put it back where it belongs, but instead a strange man came in and started pulling it apart and I heard Momma talking to him about the dumpster. She had him throw my recliner in the dumpster!!! Can you believe it???

Hamlet better watch out because she's still eyeing his cat tree.

I've been moving around from tree to condo to tree to make sure Momma knows that I still love my furniture and use it. I hope she comes to her senses. It's not too late you know . . . the garbage truck doesn't come until Monday. Anyone want to join me for a little dumpster diving?

Circumstantial Evidence

Just because I got in a fight with Briana, and Momma found a sliver of a nail on my paw and another whole nail embedded in Briana's face doesn't prove anything. There's no reason for me to be banished from the bedroom and in the dog house.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Another Brick in the Wall

We don't need no vaccinations.
We don't need no weight control.
No dark sarcasm in the exam room.
Doctors leave them cats alone.
Hey! Vet tech! Leave them cats alone!

(Momma here. Jack and Hamlet went for their annual exams and rabies shots yesterday. On the way home, Pink Floyd came on the radio and Jack was inspired to rewrite some of the lyrics.)

My birthday

It's my third birthday and time for my annual diary posting. No, really. Look! The last time Momma typed for me was a year ago. A YEAR AGO! She types for everyone else but me. What's that? Oh, now she's trying to tell me it's because I'm the strong, silent type. Yeah, right! I can mew with the best of them! And I'm not silent when I go thundering through the house at night, am I?

It's bad enough that she never types for me, but she also forgot it was my birthday! When she got on Catster this morning, we saw that Little Coqui was the Cat of the Day. (Yay!) Then she noticed that I had gotten a bunch of rosies and presents and wondered if I was a DDP. A DDP?? Me? How the fluff does she think I could ever be a DDP when she doesn't type for me? Hmpf! HUMANS!

She tried to placate me with a pineapple, but I wanted Da Bird. I told her I wanted Da Bird and she just said, "Not now, Jack." Not now?? NOT NOW??? If not on my birthday, then when??? She NEVER lets me play with Da Bird anymore. NEVER! Hmpf!

Well, I'm glad I have friends on Catster. Thank you, everyone, for the birthday wishes.

Today I am a Mancat Stallion!

It's my birthday! I'm 2 years old! That's like 24 in cat years.

This morning I got a cool black cat rosette from Ko that said, "Happy Birthday, Mancat stallion." I asked Momma what that means and she says it must mean that Ko heard me running around the house last night. Momma calls me a Thunder Cat but I think I like Mancat stallion better. Hamlet's birthday is in 2 weeks, then he can be a Thunder Cat - Briana says he has the Thunder Thighs for it anyway.

I better go let Momma know I'm ready for my TikiCat now. Happy Birthday to me!

New nickname?

Momma's calling me The Necklace Wonder.

What's that supposed to mean?