September 13th 2010 3:23 pm
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I thought you might like to know that two years ago today I was rescued by the MRS.
It took her two days to catch me, but I was totally worth it! And I even got a present today. I won a doughnut from my pal Emmitt over at Life is Art . . . . Art is Life!
Check out all the pictures of me and my cool doughnut! It sort of smelled like dog, but you would expect that since Emmitt was sitting next to it. I've never smelled a dog before. They sort of smell like chicken.
It has been a pawsome two years in my house. I've got everybody in the family wrapped around my paw. Samoa is scared of me. Vivien is scared of me. Gleek likes to wrestle with me. I like to play with Violet's tail, and Sugar has become a good friend. I even have cats on the front porch I can play with through the window glass! MOL!
I gotta go play with my doughnut. . . .
September 9th 2010 10:33 am
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I won a doughnut today! I picked the chocolate doughnut with the white icing. It's the doughnut that my doggie pal, Emmitt, is sitting next to.
Go here to check it out!
I can't wait to get my doughnut. I'm sure glad I won first and not last. I got my pick of the doughnuts, and I sure didn't want that pink one!
It will probably smell like Emmitt. I've never smelled a dog before but I've heard they stink. Emmitt is pretty cute so he probably doesn't stink too bad.
September 7th 2010 7:53 am
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Guess where I got to go this weekend?
Nope! The DD let me go into the bowels of the basement - the unfinished part where there is lots of STUFF! We had a big yard sale on Saturday, and all us cats got locked in bedrooms so that when the MRS. friends that helped came in and out of the house, we wouldn't escape.
On Sunday, the MRS. and the DD had to put all the leftovers in boxes and back in the basement for the next time they decide to have a yard sale. The MRS. said since Sugar is allowed to go into that part of the lower level, I could go too!
Then last night when the DD was watching television with Sugar on his lap, I sat at the door that goes to the unfinished side, and I cried. I wanted to go explore again!
The MRS. even let me go in there again today! I know Violet was with me on Sunday, but Gleek has never been in there. I told him all about the cool tools, and boxes, and stuff everywhere.
I even saw my litter robot in there. The MRS. had taken it away from me when she thought Vivien was freaking out over it rotating. She moved it out to the family room and told me I could have it back in the cat room again. But before she could move it and plug it in, I had to go in the robot and do my business! She MOL'd when she saw me do that.
Do you think the Diary Gal will pick me tomorrow since I used the word bowels? It's almost like saying poopie, so I hope she notices!
August 27th 2010 12:39 pm
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I was on the kitchen table with Vivien, and the MRS. came inside from being on the deck with diva Samoa.
She said her usual, what are you two doing on the table?, and then we both shot out of there like a cat outta you-know-where!
My back legs were doing the cartoon leg thing, and the tablecloth went flying and so did two magazines that were on the table. Luckily, the bowl in the middle of the table didn't fall off and break. If it did, we'd have to blame Luci!
August 27th 2010 6:21 am
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When I suck on the MRS. arm, I only leave a little saliva . . . . I never leave a hickey.
I'm polite like that!
Pee. Ess. For all you 7 year olds out there, a hickey is the same thing as a do-hickey and here is what it means:
Any device or gadget whose name is not known or is momentarily forgotten
Pee. Ess. Ess. For all of you over 7, *wink*
Pee. Ess. Ess. Ess. I don't know what the wink in Pee. Ess. Ess. means. Samoa told me to say it!
August 22nd 2010 11:32 am
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. . . . . that it is pretty stinking boring around here at 4:14 in the morning. No cat wants to play, so I ended up sucking on the MRS. arm.
I'm helping put price tags on stuff for our big yard sale. Samoa said she is going to put a price tag on me, but the MRS. said I'm priceless.
Guess what? The magazine that comes in the Sunday paper had an article about cats and dogs. It said owning two cats is better than having one. The MRS. told the DD that 6 cats must be the most pawsome thing ever. He just rolled his eyes like Calvin used to do!
I like hiding under the rug in the hallway, or under the cover that is on the chair in the living room. According to The Cat's Meow blog, I might be plotting to kill somebody! I think it might really be true because I was in the bathroom with the MRS., and when the DD came in and looked like he was going to say boo to me, I took off running at light speed!
August 20th 2010 6:48 pm
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There is a website about Floppy Cats, and the woman interviews different people who communicate with animals, and people who have Etsy shops that sell cat stuff. She interviewed the MRS. one time.
Her blog entries come to the MRS.'s email, and there was a entry about ragdolls who like to lay in sinks. She said if you have a picture of your ragdoll in a sink, send it, and she would include it.
I might not be a genuine 100% ragdoll like my pal, Harry, because I don't have papers, and I'm not floppy, but I'm good enough to be a ragdoll on her blog . . . . looking cute in a sink!
Go check it out, and you'll MOL when you read the caption she put - Newman owned by Laura in bathroom sink.
First of all, I don't know who Laura is, and second of all, whoever she is, she doesn't own me. And third of all, Laura isn't in the bathroom sink, I am.
My name is Newman . . . . . and I'm cute . . . . . .
August 8th 2010 8:17 am
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I have my first boo boo! I don't think you start getting boo boos until you're two, and since I'm two, the boo boo came to visit.
It is on my paw. You can see pink instead of fur. The DD held me last night while the MRS. trimmed my toenails. She wanted a close look at the boo boo. She can't tell what the boo boo is, or how I got it, but it is there.
It is a little swollen, so maybe Samoa smacked me and her nail got caught in my skin. Or maybe it's an ingrown hair. Can kitties get ingrown hairs?
It really hasn't stopped me from doing stuff. I'm sure MRS. hawkeye will watch it closely!
Happy World Cat Day to all my pals. The MRS. asked the DD if he knew what today is, and all she said was World, and he finished it with Cat Day. They both laughed, and he said everyday is World Cat Day at our house!
Woo hoo . . . . . . . .
August 5th 2010 6:31 am
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Calvin told me it would happen, and I guess when I turned two, it started.
Girls are flirting with me. This one can't wait to read my diary entries - she talked about it in her recent diary entry.
And I know the Diary Gal is gonna love this story too! This one is for both of them, but I have to warn you, it involves stinky stuff. It's part of my book research.
Yesterday while the MRS. was on the computer, I did my usual moves - jump on the computer table and then sidestep over the keyboard to get her in lap and suck on her arm.
All of a sudden she said, I smell a poopie, so she turned around and looked in the three litter boxes, but they were all clean.
She came hightailing it after me. We ended up in the bathroom with the door shut and a wet washcloth heading toward my butt. The washcloth didn't get any poopie on it, so she bravely stuck her hand where no hand should go! And she found it - poopie stuck in my floofie!
She pulled and out came the clump of poopie - in her bare hand! I heard her mumble, great, poopie on my hand! I did a big MOL, and ran out of the bathroom to tell Gleek!
I hope I'm a diary pick tomorrow . . . . .
August 4th 2010 7:11 pm
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I have a couple of pals named Harry. This one tagged me, so I'm going to play.
1.Do you ever wake your parent up in the night?
I don't know what a parent is, so I'm going to say no, I don't wake a parent up. But, sometimes I'll get in bed and suck the MRS.'s arm. I did that after she got back from vacation cause I really missed her arm.
2. Do you ever tear up things?
I'm the best cat in the house, so if anything gets torn up, it's usually Sugar or Samoa that does it.
3.What is your favorite treat?
I can hear a Party Mix bag being opened from three rooms away. I always show up at Sugar and Gleek's pill time cause I know I'll get a treat!
4.Can you fetch something when asked to do so?
Last time I looked, I didn't have my grapes, but I still have my fruitcups. Even though I'm two, my voice hasn't gotten deeper, so I think I'm still a cat. If I ever turn into a dog, then I might fetch something.
5.Have you ever lived any place other than where you live now?
Yep. I lived in the bushes in front of an office house. Before that I was across the street in a big field. Where I live now is way better than either of those other places. I think I'll stick around here!
Thanks, Harry, that was fun. If any of my pals want to play, just copy these questions into your diary, and then answer them.
Pee. Ess. If you answer yes to #4, then make sure you're not a dog. You might belong over on Dogster. MOL!