Valentine's Day Tag

My good friend Biscuit tagged me for the Valentine’s Day Tag. Thanks Biscuit!

1. Do you have a valentine?
I don't know. I asked a pretty girl to be my Valentine, and I await a response.

2. If not, do you wish you did? Is there anyone particular? Or would you rather be single? Why?


3. What's your favorite love song? Who sings it?
I don't have one.

4. What would be a perfect Valentines Day for you?
Playing a good game of chase, sharing some of my favorite chicken treats then curling up by the fire all with my Valentine.

I am not going to tag anyone in particular, but I would love for those who read this to play if they have time. Let me know if you do, so I can read your answers!

I do not like snow!

Boy, did we get the snow! Mom wanted to shovel the deck and could hardly get the door open. Ben and I wanted to go out, but there was no place to go. Mom shoveled for a long time. She came and opened the door, and Ben stuck his nose out. Then he stuck his whole self out. Well, I can't let him be out there and me not, so I went out too. Brrr! It was cold on my footies; it was cold on my big ears; it was cold on my pink nose. Ben didn't seem to like it either. Mom took our picture, and we are both huddled against the door wanting to go back inside!

I scared myself

I decided I need to sleep under the covers with mom in the middle of the night last night. I snuggled up right against her, and we both fell asleep. I woke up some time later though, and I didn't know where I was. I started thrashing about, mom jumped up and threw the covers off, and I ran! It was scary! Waking up in the pitch black, with stuff piled on top suffocating you. I did not like it, not one bit.

Later, I wanted under the covers again. Mom let me in, and we got all cozy and warm, and then Mom got up. Rats! She had to go to work. What lousy timing. Now she tells me she goofed. She didn't need to go in to work, and we could have napped all morning. Grrrr.

It's gone!

It's gone! The holiday tree is gone! Mommy went downstairs; I went upstairs, and when I went back downstairs, the tree was gone! I yelled at Mommy. She said the holidays are over, so it's time to put the tree away. I asked why can't we leave it up. She said we could, but then it won't be special when the holidays come round next year. I suppose so, but I'm really gonna miss fighting with AnnaDee about who gets to sit underneath it. I suppose I can find something else to fight about. It's not real fighting you know - just for fun. So, now the cold, dark days of winter are ahead with no bright, twinkling lights to add some warmth and cheer. Brrrrr. I hate it! Bring back that tree!

Can't get online

Just a quick note to our friends: we can't get online again from home. Hope to get it sorted out soon.

Kickeroo

It's only taken me well over a year, but I've finally figured out what to do with the Kickeroo toy. Mom got it for me for my birthday last year, and I hated it. Now I love it. I grab it and stand up tall on my back legs and throw it down. Then I fall over and grab it and bite it and bunny kick it till it can't take any more, and then I do it again. It's great fun! Why didn't I realize that last year?

I fell on Sunday.

I fell the other day. Mom was in the basement with AnnaDee and Hershey. I went down the stairs, and said I wanted in, but Mom thought I should stay with Benjamin and play with him. I've been spending a lot of time with the Meezers but not much time with Benjamin. So, off I went upstairs. Well, I don't remember what happened exactly, but Mom says there was a big boombadeeboom noise. Ben and I often make those noises when we wrestle and chase, but luckily Mommy always checks.

When she opened the basement door and looked, I was sitting on the top stair. I wasn't sitting up straight though, I was leaning onto the stair and was trying to reach with my right foreleg to set it down, but I couldn't. I cried for Mom. Mom ran up the stairs and tried to see what was wrong, but I pulled away. I wasn't walking right, and I was weaving.

Mom ran to the phone to call the vet. When she got off, I was sitting down like normal. She came over, and I yelled at her like usual. Then I got up and was walking okay. Mommy hugged me and kissed me and then she felt all over for bumps, lumps, broken bones and bruises. Mommy says I must have have fallen through the stairs onto the stairs below while wrestling or chasing Benjamin. It's not a place I like to hang out, so I wouldn't have fallen asleep or rolled over or anything.

She's been watching me real closely since Sunday, and luckily, I seem to be okay.

Tagged!

I was tagged by my friend Arlington Mackenzie:


This is the "2009 Get to Know your Pals" Tag game.

1. What is the color of your collar?

I do not wear a collar, but I do have a microchip.

2. What kind of food do you eat?

I eat Wellness canned and Evo dry food for fat cats because of AnnaDee if I'm eating with the Meezers. If I'm eating with Benjamin, then it's Royal Canin S/O prescription food wet and dry.

3. What are your favorite treats?
Pounce catnip treats.

4. Do you have a Valentine or a significant other.
No, but I do have my eye on someone!

5. Do you get table scraps?
I do not like people food.

6. What is your favorite toy?
Benjamin.

7. When is your birthday?
September 13

8. How many times a day do you eat?
Usually two.

9. Do you have a favorite color?
Indigo

10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary?
Yes. I love learning all about my friends!

Now, I need to tag six other friends to play this game also. Let's see.
I will tag:

1. Shiloh
2 Teddy Roosevelt
3. Minka
4. Snowy
5. Wally Wallster
6. Chopper Boogoti Moceri

What is going on?

I was just napping away on the heated window perch when all of a sudden I was scared awake by loud booming. I looked out the window and saw flashing light and then the rain ... Isn't it November, or am I still dreaming.

Mom Kicked Me

Can you believe it?! This morning I was following Mom as she was getting our breakfasts ready when she started doing this weird dance step and then she kicked me! She said she was not dancing, that I tripped her and caused her to stumble and stomp on me as she tried to right herself. I ran! Then I stopped and licked the sore spot. She came after me, and I ran away. I ran upstairs, and she followed me till she trapped me on the bed. She apologized profusely and hugged me and gave me kissies. I was scared. I was pretty sure she did it on purpose. Finally, I purred my acceptance of her apologies. As long as she knows it was her fault, and she never does it again ...