I've Been Tagged!

My brofur Chandler Ray was tagged by our furriend Spooky, but he is passing it on to me since he was just tagged in November. Here are 7 things about me:

1. Meowmy rescued me from a garage floor because my brofur Sammy really, really wanted a kitten. She was hoping I was a boy, but guess what?

2. I really am The Princess. I may be teeny, but I am mighty! And I rule over ALL.

3. My very favorite place to sleep is between meowmy’s legs. I can does this cause I am so teeny!

4. I am not very friendly to other people or cats. Every time some cat comes on MY patio, I get very angry and try to scare them away. I don’t want meowmy to bring in any MORE.

5. Whenever meowmy has to tell one of the boys to “stop,” I have to add in my 2¢.

6. I eats on the counter and I’m supposed to be the only one, but some of those others keep jumping up there!

7. If you brush me, I will be your furriend!

Now I’m going to tag 7 more furriends:

Patches
Boo (koffeecat)
Thomas
Oliver
Wolfgang Vladimir LePew
Kali
Princess

Now you tell 7 things about yourself in your diary and then tag 7 more kitties! Have fun.

Me Me Me

Meowmy added my ballerina video, though she only caught the end of it and I wouldn't cooperate and do it again. She will keep trying. It is my very bestest trick and I looks so purty doing it! She also added a picture of me checking out our "Christmas Tree," and one of me in the catnip tub on the patio. We have to remind meowmy to give it to us, though.

Toby eats it then rolls around. Chandler Ray and I, on the other hand, know we're supposed to roll and drool on the leaves, then let Toby eat them! Tweety eats them too, but he's not as fast as Toby.

The other night I really wanted on meowmy's lap, but Toby was all snuggled up wif her. Meowmy said he was asleep, and it was OK for bof of us to be together. I don't usually like to share, but I did this once. Maybe I'll do it again, jus have to wait and see.

Catster Diary of the Day

Well, FINALLY, I have been recognized for the Princess I am! Meowmy told me I am a Catser Diary of the Day and hers explained what an honor that is. I told her of course, I am The Princess and should be so honored.

Thank you to Catster and all the wonderful cats who have congratulated me. Meowmy will update this later as we haven't seen all the messages yet. She's a firm believer I should be grateful and share (huh?).

This has been a wondurful day! I am so very honored (that's meowmy talking), but I would like to thank all of the wonderfurl kitties for congratulating me and especially:

Stinky and Princess for the Rose (so appropriate)
Ciao-Li, Jean Louise, Sheba and Katie for the Pink Ribbon (my favorite color, of course)
Cassidy also for another Pink Ribbon
Another Rose, from Monster Marvin Muffin Face (the coolest name EVER!)

Turkey

Well ... meowmy FINALLY gived us all real TURKEY! Yeah! We couldn't get enough, but meowmy said we didn't need more than a little. Mean, mean meowmy! My sisfur Cally is the only one who didn't eat it, so meowmy shared it with us. Now, if she would do that every day I would eat and eat and eat!

I was glad meowmy stayed home wif us today. She was gone all day Thanksgiving and she was very tired from playing with her nephew, then she was gone all day yesterday with grandma. Meowmy doesn't let grandma come over much cuz she thinks there are too many of us (well, I have to agree) and besides, grandma called Aragorn (rip) the ugliest cat she had ever seen. Meowmy says Aragorn was beautiful, inside and out! I'm not sure meowmy is always right.

I'm Eating!

Meowmy has been very happy wif me. I is a very, very picky eater and I only likes to eat princess size amounts at a time. And for a while, I wouldn't eat anything meowmy gave me. She was very unhappy wif me. Lately, I'se been eating all the time. I stands up on the counter and screams my wittle head off until meowmy gets off her lazy butt and give me food.

She's been giving me the baby food she gives Toby. She says she hopes it makes me gain weight. I likes being itty bitty, don't want to lose my girlish figure now do I? Besides, meowmy always says she likes having a one-handed kitty!

About Me

When I was very, very teeny, my home was a very large area, but had loads of hidey holes for me and my brofurs and sisfurs. There were two hoomans who would come in and put down food and water, and give mommy lots of pets and hugs. Mommy would rub against them and purr and purr. There was also a very large vehicle in our home sometimes, and the man would push it out before turning it on so it wouldn't scare us too much.

Then one day there were several new hoomans in our home. They were wanderng around, trying to look at us. I was very curious and I stuck my head out to see what was going on. One of the hoomans said, "Oh, oh, I have to see that little face, it's sooo cute!" Somehow I knew she was talking about me so I ran and hid. Then she and some other hooman started crawling on the floor and finally the one grabbed me and I screamed. Then she handed me to the other one. She was very gentle and put me against her heart and holded me and spoke very softly. It was very nice there and I started to purr. When she went to hand me to another hooman I was not happy and screamed again so she put me back against her heart.

Before I knew it, me and 2 of my sisfurs were in a box and going away from my home. It was very scary, but at least I had my sisfurs. When we got to the new place, my sisfurs went with the other hoomans and I went with the nice lady.

At first, it was very nice. There was carpet on the floor instead of cement. It was very soft and it wasn't cold on my paws. I looked around and there was all kinds of nice things to jump on, soft ones. Then I saw the really big cats. There were 3 of them. Two were black and white and one was stripey; he was the biggest of them all. The long-haired black and white cat hissed at me so I hissed back and let my fur go all fluffy. Then the other black and white cat came over to sniff me. I hissed at him too, but he wouldn't go away. Then the really, really big stripey one came over to sniff me, so I hissed again and he ran away. I finally scared one of them off! I was so proud of myself. My new meowmy was laughing.

Meowmy picked me up all the time and I got to sit in her lap. She also let me climb up her legs when she was in the kitchen doing dishes. I would sit on her shoulder and I could see all around me. She tried to get me to sleep on the bed, but all the big cats were already there, so I found a hidey hole in the bedroom.

After a few days, I found it was very nice to get on the bed with meowmy. I would chase her toes and it was fun, fun, fun. The short-haired black and white cat became my bestest buddy. His name was Sammy and he looked after me. We would play chase and wrestle. Sometimes he would start to hurt me and I would scream and meowmy would tell Sammy to stop and he would. I loved Sammy. He was the bestes brofur ever!

I liked to snuggle with the long-haired black and white cat, Wyatt. He had stopped hissing at me and would let me snuggle all in his fur and he would lick me lots. He was the bestest blankie ever. I was so small, meowmy said she couldn't always see me when I was snuggled in with Wyatt.

Every time I hissed at him, the really, really, large stripey cat, Chandler Ray, would run away from me. I was very powerful for such a teeny kitty.