In Case You Wondered . . . . . Part II

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!

In Case You Wondered . . . .

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!

I'm Just Sayin . . . . . .

. . . . . 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!

Famous for Being in a Sink!

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'm famous!

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 . . . . . .

A Boo Boo!

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 . . . . . . . .

This One's For the Girls . . . .

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 . . . . .

Tag It!

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!

When You're Two . . . . .

Thanks to all my pals who came by for my birthday party when the MRS. and the DD were out of town. I haven't had time to write in my diary because I've been busy being two.

When you're two, your tail looks really fluffy when you run downstairs to greet Sugar in the morning.

When you're two, you still get to suck on the MRS. arm. I hope that never changes!

When you're two, you don't mess with the mini-blinds anymore.

When you're two, your floof around your neck gets bigger and more manlicat looking.

When you're two, the MRS. puts paint color chips from the store against your fur because she thinks I'd be a pretty paint color. I know, isn't she weird?

When you're two, you don't steal Gleek's seizure medicine. You only do that when you're one.

When you're two, you still get to scratch at the floor and try to cover up your food after you eat.

When you're two, you get lots of extra kisses and you're told how handsome you are.

I should know . . . . . I'm two . . . . . .

Loopy Doopy!

Well, I'm okay! The DD decided to sleep with me in the guest room last night to keep an eye on me.

His eyes weren't awake when I knocked the water bowl over and the water stayed on the hardwood floor all night! The floor is okay too.

I think all the medicine will be out of my system by noon. I don't think it really slowed me down any, but I've been extra hungry!

Happy 1st birthday to my pal, Kovo. You're gonna have a pawsome year being one! I'll let you know what two is all about, but based on the way it's beginning, I don't think there is gonna be anything terrible about it!

See ya on Sunday for my birthday party . . . . .

Starting My Terrible Twos Early!

Well, in case I'm sleepy for my birthday party, it might have something to do with me grabbing Gleek's pill pocket that contained 1/4 Valium, and a whole phenobarbital pill.

The MRS. had put the pill in front of Gleek like she always does, and then for some silly reason, she stepped away for a half a second.

When she realized I was nearby she came running back and thinks I grabbed the pill. She wrestled me to the floor and stuck her whole fist in my mouth, but I'm quicker than she is, and we think (but I'm not telling) that I swallowed the pills.

Gleek is really slow at taking the pills, so he wouldn't have had enough time to eat it. So, he got another dose.

The MRS. says she doesn't know what to hope . . . . if I took the pill, what is it going to do to me? Or if Gleek got a double dose, what is it going to do to him?

There is never a dull moment around here. While all this was going on, Vivien was flojectiling in the kitchen.

Oh yeah, Samoa and I got our nails trimmed so we don't hurt each other while we're on staycation!

See you at my party - don't let me miss it!