Minka's Mewsings

Miss Manners heard my cry for help!

Well apparently there is some hope for me and Miss Manners paid me a little visit. My newest quirk has come to life and it is a very polite one. My Daddy has had a cold for the last few weeks and has been sneezing alot. As he was sneezing more and more he noticed something. Every time he sneezes I say "bless you", but in cat language of course.
Daddy: Achoo
Minka: Merow
Daddy: Achoo!
Minka: Merah

It doesn't matter if I am beside him, across the room or sleeping, its the same thing...
Daddy: Achoo
Minka: Ma!

The humans are very entertained by this, but I say it's only polite.

Dear Miss Manners.... I need help!

I am told that my manners are appalling.... strange... it has never occurred to me. Mom says case in point! I think I will object to this accusation, I am still young you know. You can't expect me to become a cultured lady overnight. In the meantime here are the top five reasons I need a little visit from Miss Manners

1. When it is time for food, I barge through Marvie & Milo, and gobble it down. I have be known to actually put my paw on their face push them out of the way.

2. I'm always taking toys from Milo and Marvie. If it looks like they're having fun with it, then I want to be the one having fun, not them. It takes me all of about one minute flat to scoop up and hoard all three catnip bananas when Mom puts them out for us.

3. I'm a jealous kitty. Whenever anyone else is getting attention, I decide I want it more. I rush in and not so subtly take their spot.

4. I always take the shortest distance between point A and point B. It does not matter if I have to push Milo off the window sill to achieve this or step on Marvie's head.

5. I have no respect for personal space. I force my affections on my brothers. Who wouldn't want to share a sleepy spot sized for one with their favorite sister?

My Pet Peeve has finally been exposed!

I am so easy going Mom didn't know if I would ever have a pet peeve. Well now the cat is out of the bag - so to speak.
For I while Mom has noticed that I love water and hang around the sink, but when it came time for her to brush her teeth I would be no where to be found. Strange, she thought, Minka must have important kitty things to do at those times.
Then the other day, she brushed her teeth and then picked me up. She blew in my face, since she knows I like that (under normal circumstances!). Well I finally had to tell her, I couldn't keep it in anymore. I squinted my eyes, scrunched up my face, turned my head and let out a MER-AH! How repulsive - MINT! I made Mom put me down and I gave the ol' "I'm totally disgusted" paw flick. I don't understand the humans. They have a choice! They should be brushing their teeth with tuna juice and yogurt paste, what's with the mint?

It's my Birthday!

Guess what, it's my Birthday today! Wow I can't believe it 2 years old and 8 lives remaining. I'm told I'm supposed to be a big girl now, no more of my kitten type antics, Yeah, right...! Anyways it's been a good year, I've settled into my new home, my brothers love me (most days!), my Mommy and Daddy love me, I have free reign to be myself - Life is good.

The Carnage Continues

Mom's still keeping track of all the destructive things I do. I don't know why, I will continue to be me, destroying things in the process whether she notes it down or not....

Recent conquests
1. Another broken glass
2. Barfed on comforter
3. Ripped comforter (I'm not sure if this really counts since I already stained it with the above mentioned barf)
4. Ripped screen window in the bedroom
5. Ripped screen window on the sliding door (honestly, if Mom insists on leaving the windows open, I MUST chase the bugs outside by jumping and hanging onto the screen, so I'm not sure this is my fault).
6. Several licked photographs, and chewed scrapbooking paper.
7. Chewed the kitchen blinds
8. Ingestion of an elastic (this isn't technically destruction, but it does cause Mom some anxiety!)
9. Ingestion of the tinsel off my wand toy.

That's all for now!

Spring is here and the flies are TASTY!

When Mom came home from work yesterday, she brought a treat with her, a fly! He just buzzed on in, and I didn't waste any time preparing my attack. Mom hadn't witnessed my fly hunting skills yet and boy was she impressed. I sprinted through the house, with my eye on the fly until I trapped him in the window, then, BAM! I caught him with my paws and scooped him into my mouth. Mmmm, yummy.... it was a bit chewy, but still flavourful!

I am DESTRUCTO!

I am earning a bit of a new nickname, it seems I have been on the war-path lately. Mom really underestimated me, he he. She thought I would be super passive and a couch potato because I am a Ragdoll. Boy was she wrong. Easy going I am, couch potato, not a chance! I am over a year old and am more hyper than either of my brothers ever were as kittens.
Just last week I did flying kamikaze leap from the dresser onto the bed, and used it as a launching pad to the laundry hamper. However in the process I ripped Mom's fancy new bedsheets she got for Christmas... oops. Then last night while Mom and Dad were in bed I was playing with one of my springies, flipping it around chasing it (yes on top of them). Then in an attempt to capture it, I chased it off the bed, onto the bedside table, hitting Mom's water glass, knocking it to the floor and breaking it, again, oops. I think Mom's a little annoyed, but don't worry I will use my cute looks to charm her and she will soon forget...that is until DESTRUCTO strikes again...

I may look like a lady, but I don't act like one!

All of Mom's friends say, "Oh, Minka is such a beautiful cat, what a sweet little lady". Mom always replies, "She may look like a lady, but she certainly doesn't act like one, in fact she is the least ladylike cat in the house!"
Maybe I should take offense this, but it is really hard to offended by the truth. The evidence stacks up against me, and I say embrace it! So here are the top ten reasons why I am not a lady....

1. Just one of my poots can burn the hair out of your nose and can clear a room in an instant (Daddy doesn't call me "Stinky Minky" for nothing).
2. I sometimes lie sprawled out on the floor in either the frog pose on my stomach, the Budda pose or upside down bearing all.
3. Mom likens me to a "flying squirrel" racing ahead of her everytime she walks down the stairs, barely touching any steps.
4. I eat like a glutton, gobbling everything in site.
5. I often get the urge to spaz out on the bed flinging my legs, doing back flips and trying to capture imaginary objects.
6. When it comes to food I have no qualms about pushing Marvie and Milo out of the way to get more than my fair share.
7. I have no ability to sit still for any period of time and have no concept about respecting the personal space of others.
8. I like to do the "Fred Flintstone" running start on the tile floor and then get going so fast that I can't stop and go flying down the stairs out of control.
9. I ate a strap off Mom's night eyemask, partially pooped it out and ran around the house with it dangling out of my butt (I'll spare you the rest of the disgusting details...)
10. I have barfied on my brother's head, and I have absolutely no remorse about it.

I've been Tagged!

Five things that I am thankful for are

1. My food, my food, my FOOD! I really love my food.
2. My new home, especially when there are lots of poor kitties out there without furever homes.
3. All my furriends here on Catster, they always brighten my day.
4. The seemingly endless supply of springies to play with a home, I kind of have an obsession...
5. That Milo will let me sit beside him now if I am quiet and still, he won't let me snuggle yet, but I am working on him (and sometimes when I touch him with my paw he will still stay!)

Anyone who reads my diary can consider themselves tagged!

My brother is a finalist!

What a great event to write my first diary for, my brother is a finalist in the Coolest Contest. I always knew he was cool, since I first laid eyes on him a few months ago. I love him very much (maybe too much for his liking, but that is another story) and couldn't be prouder!