i am honored and delighted...

thank you catster diary-pickers! i have very much enjoyed my day in the spotlight! and to be recognized for my literary talents and not just for having a birthday-well. i am overwhelmed.

i begin to see that there are benefits to being the Middle Child. i have a playmate that would lose if she tried to fight me for territory...this has never been true before. so i do not fight her for territory. sometimes i move, sometimes i tell her to move. she DOES! we do not yet cuddle together-but i am a longhaired kitty, and she is a black kitty-and it's HOT! mom was worried about the no-cuddling yet thing, until kaya told her in her sleep to just think about it-has she seen me & kaya cuddling lately? and she knows we like to cuddle. we just aren't fans of heatstroke.

i have started talking to mom more. not just when i want to be petted and then fed, but just to chat. mom wonders if it is because jadyn da BIK is such a vocal kitten, and this has reminded me that i can use my voice for more than just: "pet me for thirty seconds and then feed me". i'm not sure-but i have noticed that with more use my voice sounds much more like a cat's and much less like a bird's or a creaky door or a video game that has been left on unattended. i still make these sounds, but when i am in actual communication with a human i now sound much more like a cat. perhaps it is because i now AM a cat, not JUST a kitten?

whatever. i am a grown cat. i am a grown cat of literary renown. thank you all!

new game!

i have a new game to play...a whole, entirely new game that only i play! it's called: Toss da BIK!
jadyn comes trotting up and throws herself at me-i catch her front part in my front paws and sends her flying with my back paws! she comes running running running with her little black head down and her little aqua eyes blazing-i stay crouched down till the exact right split second and then i push with my front paws and she rolls over, waving her teeny black paws in the air! then she gets up and she runs in a circle, and we meet in the middle of the floor and slap our front paws together-mom says she can't tell if we're high-fiving each other or doing a 3 stooges routine. then i run run run and jadyn chases...then i chase...then jadyn chases and i catches her front part in my front paws and sends her flying with my back paws...and we do the whole thing again! and again! and again!

kaya plays: chase da BIK. churrah plays: complain very loudly because da BIK won't stop following me. i play both of those games, and very well. but i'm the only one who plays Toss da BIK! and since jadyn seems to like to be Tossed...well. maybe kaya is jadyn's MentorCat. but maybe i can be jadyn's FriendCat? and maybe jadyn, if she gets big enough, can be a shrubbery? she's very, very small to be a shrubbery...but if i make sure she gets enough food and water, maybe she will grow?

p.s. re: my birthday...

mommy says she's just a little bit sad that i'm not a kitten anymore...silly mommy. i will always be YOUR kitten...but if you want to see a real kitten, a tiny, kind of stupid kitten? look at this little BIK i'm chasing around! you wouldn't want me to stay that little and silly and stupid forever, would you?

(sez mommy: welll...maybe if you girls just wouldn't grow up QUITE SO FAST? happy birthday, little one. yesterday i was out on the porch trying to get you to trust me...trying to get all the mats and filth out of your fur...finding out you were a girl (MOL)...fitting you with your first collar...)



silly mommy...that wasn't yesterday.

(my mistake...have a special day...oh, everyone calm down, these are mostly HAPPY tears...)

silly, silly mommy...do you need some nip?

6/23/09-OH YEAH! i'm a WHOLE YEAR OLD today!!!

no more months by my name...no more kitten, i'm CAT! and my mommy just took the birthday stroll, and she says i am the prettiest birthday kitty in the whole bunch! and my mommy never never NEVER lies to me. *eyes wide* NEVER.
SOOO....i'm the prettiest birthday cat! and my mommy is going out today to get me PRESSIES! (white FEATHERS, mommy-WHITE feathers...)
and as for being the MIDDLE CHILD...wellll. first of all, i'm the only longhaired female kitty in the house, i'm my mommy's only longhaired baby-uh, longhaired CAT-and my mommy says i'm the LOOKER in the family! i have beautiful fur, beautiful eyes, and the most DARLING little patch of grey on my ADORABLE chin...*preens self*
also-when you make a sandwich, the GOOD STUFF is in the MIDDLE. nyah-nyah, kaya and da BIK is just BREAD...i'm the GOOD STUFF...i'm the PB&J...i'm the BLT...if i'm the turkey & pastrami...they're just the RYE! *giggles*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE...HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR RHYMON....HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY...TO...MEEEE!!!

tomorrow is my BIRTHDAY!!!

mommy just told me that tomorrow i will be a whole year old! I will be a CAT...while the little black kitten will still be just a kitten! the little black kitten is JUST a baby...i'm going to be a GROWN CAT!
i can drink catpagne at pawties! i can smoke mommy's cigarettes! i can step on the kitten! i am kaya's age, now! me & kaya will be the same exact age for months and months!
no WONDER kaya has started letting me use the cat cube and doesn't run me out of the black chair...she wanted it to look like she was just being nice, that it was out of the goodness of her heart. actually, she's just better at math than me, and knew that this elevation in my status was coming, and decided to move aside rather than be conquered.
i heard mommy tell the other human that she REAALLLY has to get to the store tomorrow...because rhymon is having a birthday...mommy is going to get me something for MY BIRTHDAY! white feathers, mommy! WHITE FEATHERS!!! all the white feathers are mine, mine, mine!!! get lots and lots and lots of WHITE FEATHERS!!!
i can't wait to be a real grown-up CAT!

oh Great Cat...why have you forsaken me?

i made it furry furry clear-I'M THE BABY!!! i made it so clear that meayah saye LEFT! *stamps her white-mittened paw*
but now...there is a kitty in the house. there is a kitty playing with mommy's toes. the kitty is littler than i was when i came. the kitty is very little. the kitty is black with blue eyes, and...(whispers) i think the kitty is going to live here.
the kitty is going to live here. the kitty is littler than me. the kitty was born in late april, mommy said to the other human. the kitty is six weeks old. the kitty is going to...STAY.

why have you forsaken me, oh Great Cat? i don't ask for much...i just wanted to be the baby. why couldn't i just always be the BABY?!?

now i'm not nothin'. i'm not the FIRST-BORN. i'm not THE BABY. and i'm not some dramatic orangie like kaya, or some perfectly black all-over kitty like...the new kitty. (who it looks like is STAYING.) no, i'm just a grey and white kitty. just a plain ol' grey and white kitty...just your average forgotten MIDDLE CHILD.

what's that, mommy? oh. mommy says it would be lots easier to pay attention to me if i weren't hiding all the time. she also says that i may be the MIDDLE CHILD, but that i'm the LOOKER in the family, and she loves my darling grey chin patch.

and i say she's just saying that 'cause she's my mommy, and that means she has to pay the vet bills, and she's a little freaked cause even though i AM eating, i'm not eating as much. she's just afraid i'm going to get sick and cost her money to fix. i'm just the MIDDLE CHILD...just a mouth to feed and a box to scoop...sigh.

can a cat be shrubbery?

you'll have to look on my big sister's page for now, mom can't find the picture. she says the computer ate it. but me and my big sister kaya do more than tussle and play and groom...we sometimes cuddle up really really close together. and sleep so sound and deep...and we're both so warm and safe, and kaya doesn't miss her fellow mutant twincat so much. so could me and kaya be shrubberies for each other?
in other news, mom now knows that i can get off of the entertainment center by myself-she and the other human were both in the kitchen when i walked in, and mom had put me in front of my food just before she went in the kitchen. drat. she's still not sure whether i can get up there on my own or not, though she suspects i can-but i'm not telling. as i said in my last entry, i'm the baby and will claim all the prerogatives of being the baby for as long as i possibly can. let kaya be the acrocat, i want curb service.
also, i am an energy-conscious kitty. i have learned to turn off mommy's bedroom light. she says i am a very smart, if inconvenient kitty-she was still on the catputer. i say she should get more sleep, so we can all cuddle. it was eighteen degrees, doesn't she know we need her body heat?

I'M the baby

i just want to state this once, very plainly, very clearly. I'M THE BABY. i will always be younger than that loudmouth mia saye, it doesn't matter that she got here last. I'M THE BABY. i will always be the baby. mia can't get any younger, i will always be younger than mia, therefore: I'M THE BABY.
there. that said, i'm a much better kitten. i didn't require an almost immediate visit to the vet so that i would stop throwing up and throwing down, and i didn't give everyone else a runny nose for days and days. i also didn't scream to be rescued from the horrors of the middle of the room, i had enough dignity even as a tiny kitten-MUCH younger than she is-to walk up to a human and THEN request their attention. i was-and am-even courteous enough to follow mommy around when i want to be held, instead of standing somewhere waay off in another room and howling. what's up with that?
and she thought she was going to colonize my mom's lap! i do NOT think so! i took care of that. i watched real careful, and whenever she headed for my mommy, i got there FIRST.
she's okay to play with, now that she's stopped puking and having to go to the litterbox all the time. and i'll hang on the couch with her. but i'm not sharing my mommy with anyone but kaya-and I'M the baby!

the search begins

i'm pretty easy-going, really. adaptable. flexible. i may be too flexible...if i were a little less flexible i wouldn't be able to trip over my own tail. part of being flexible is hedging your bets, going with the flow, keeping your options open. and one of the most important options? to hide beneath your shrubbery and let no Man make you afraid.
except my shrubbery is gone. the house is gone too. a fire caught it. and it had so many substitute shrubberies...sigh. now i have to start over. i have a few, miserably inadequate shrubberies. underneath mom's airbed...which makes her worry i'll suffocate...behind doors...inside the covered litterboxes. mom tells me more of the shrubbery material will be coming into the new house soon. i believe her, but i wouldn't be me if i didn't hedge my bets.
thus, the search for the holy shrubbery. out there somewhere is a shrubbery to put all other shrubbery to shame, a shrubbery that transcends space & time, a shrubbery that i can tuck behind my ear when not in use then set up instantly when needed-even faster than it takes to inflate mom's airbed. it is my destiny to find the holy shrubbery. it is what i was born to do. NI!!!