HQ What Were You Thinking When….!

Okay guys, I’ve sometimes been known to bite, so you won’t be surprised when I say this. What were you thinking!!!

On the one paw, it is fun to see effurybody’s comments and it is nice to know about/discover kitties that haven’t become (aren’t yet) our furriends. (Those were my nice comments. I am really nice sometimes too.)

On the other paw, you guys are pawtie poopers. Don’t get me wrong—I love our active members. They get effurywhere first and always leave comments. They are a joy to have around. But you just buried their own entries in a lot of detritus (gawbage, to be exact).

1. We’re never going to see it when they put up their own photos or write their own diary entries.

2. We just got off the activity report for one of the active members and felt really unsatisfied. You know why? Because it felt like picking and choosing from the table of contents from “War and Peace”. We’re tired. We didn’t have the energy after that to discover for ourselves what the other kitties were doing.

3. Do you know how many extra pages per account this is going to add to Recent Feline Friend Activity? Okay, it only occupies temporary space on your servers but I hope you were thinking of adding new servers. You’re gonnna need ‘em.

I love you guys, you really do try to please. But pullease!! You’d make us all a lot happier with web site navigation enhancements.

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Suspension of Disbelief

I’m going to pretend for the sake of this diary entry that I have amnesia about my past.

What happened to me before I met Mom?? And how do I move forward from here?

Okay, this is the easy part of the question, and probably doesn’t need a solution. I think I’ve mentioned it before somewhere in my diaries or comments. Mom says I turn into a drama queen around the step ladder that she uses in the kitchen. Every time she moves it while I’m there I start acting like she’s about to hit me with it. I know that is sooo not true, but it really spooks me. I do the same thing if she picks up one of the dining room chairs to move it. Could a child have used me in a pretend lion-tamer act?
Mom tries to be really careful to show me that nothing bad is going to happen.

Now on to the stickier question: the one that produced that new photo on my page. I approach Samsara and Marrakech and I want to groom them. Everything is fine and dandy; I’m in control. (BTW, I could do without Marrakech, but I really love Samsara.)
The problem starts when they turn around and face me. They want to groom me too! Or Marrakech wants to go nose-to-nose with me. I freak out and I lash out. What happened? (Thank you Auntie Arlene for suggesting that this might be what’s going on.)

Mom says she’s seen this behavior about a year ago when I was first starting to get comfortable around here. I’m extending my boundaries now and taking new liberties with sleeping in the bedroom and on the bed. I wasn’t doing that last year. I’ve even moved into the kitty bed in the afternoons. I didn’t want it when Mom got it last year so she gave it to Samsara and Marrakech. It is comfy. It’s in the bedroom near the radiator, and, up until now, Samsara and Marrakech have been using it.

Mom hauled out the Feliway spray again. I’m hoping it helps.

We’d love to hear any suggestions you might have.

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Me Crabby? BTW, Meet B.A.

Thank catness, Mom’s finally done putting up pages for B.A. and Cappuccino, maybe I can get some Catster face time now. B.A. and Cappuccino are ancient history as far as I’m concerned.

Mom says I’ve been really crabby lately and she’s suspecting me of putting that nasty ding in Marrakech’s eye. Well, if I did do it, it was because she accidentally ran into my claw.

BTW, that incriminating picture that went up on my page…. Well, umm…. You see, yesterday I was minding my own business, basking in a sun puddle in the kitchen and Mom came up to me with the camera again. My coat has grown in beautifully since I had my iodine radiation treatment and she wanted to get some new pictures. I thought she wanted to give me my chickie treats so I kept trying to go up to the camera. Mom kept pushing me back so she could get a photo of me. Then Samsara walked in on the photo shoot. Well, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. I lost my temper. Pffst… Take that! (Marrakech has also been making me lose my temper a lot too. I try grooming her and she wants to go nose-to-nose. Pffst.)

Mom wants you all to know that we’re surprised that a good photo of that little, uh… altercation, happened. Her finger went down on the camera button at the same time as she was trying to get me away from Samsara. She also wants me to ask you to go visit B.A.’s page.

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Treaty Gourmet

I mean, like, Mom ran out of our Whole Life chicken treats? Like, I don’t accept second best, no sir. Just ‘cause the Whole Life stuff is hard to get she tried to give me Halo chicken treats. I turned up my nose, so she opened another bag of treats, Country Pets Chicken and Venison. Where are MY chicken treats?

Samsara, the dope, she loves the other treats; boy is Samsara gonna have a field day. Like, she can have ‘em. (Marrakech is even dumber--all she wants is pasta al pesto and vanilla ice cream.)

(Hmmm… Like, I can see into your future. I see a very pretty Colette standing on a street corner holding a tin cup and wearing a sign that says “will work for chickie treats”.)

Like, duuuuh, pawrents are so dumb…

Almost Dead In the Water Again

We’re hoping we can post this. After spending all of last night and most of today fighting our internet service again—we’re switching providers.

Funny how since they bullied us into buying premium tech support, Verizon has nothing more to offer than to blame our computer for their slow connections and our inability to send or upload anything from our computer. We’re moving to a new provider.

We don’t know if we’ll spend the weekend virtually incommunicato. We have an installation appointment with Earthlink on Wednesday and hope we’ll be back in business Wednesday night.

In the meantime, we can sometimes see your p-mails, but we really have no way of knowing if you got our answers (several times or none at all), we can sometimes post to your diary entries, sometimes send a purresent, and next to never upload a photo.

Just know we still love you all—not just some of you, sometimes. We’re spending hours trying to get on your pages. I’m afraid it looks like we’re snubbing most you when it’s our internet service that is being more than highly selective.

Pfffst on Verizon—the service stinks.

Disturbing Diary Entry

We're wondering if anyone else caught the diary entry on this kitty's page that was written 2 days ago. We were very disturbed by it. Surely had these people reached out to the Catster community this tragedy could have been averted.

Hops

My Cat Can’t Spell

What is this? A blame game? I beg your pardon… I overheard Mom on the phone blaming me for all the typos and spelling mistakes she’s been making lately. Just ‘cause it’s my diary and they’re my posts. Hasn’t she heard of spell check?

Excuse me, Mom.

I have a diary, not a dairy—I’m afraid we really don’t have space for a cow and it would definitely be taking the concept of sisfur a tad too far.

Interminate? Does that mean something that doesn’t end, cannot be liquidated, annihilated or otherwise dispensed with?

Releae. Last I checked Lea, Leah, Leae, or any other form of this would not be able to be repeated in any shape or form.

Knawing. Now you’re beginning to sound like grandpaw with his thick Tscherman agzent. Yes, I know that “gnawing” and “knawing” both have silent initial consonants, but you ‘now’, your English stinks!

Likewise, the contraction for ‘you are’ is NOT ‘your’. Similarly, ‘they are’ is not ‘their’, etc., etc.

Now—that’s better--‘weave’ set the record straight.


Hsssss….

Dang. Who Put the Wall There!

Mom went out grocery shopping yesterday. While that’s nothing unusual, I was feeling in a particularly ebullient mood.

I always do this “hey Ma, great to see you” routine when she comes home. Mom always laughs.

First I check out the door as she’s coming in. We go through the same fun routine every time. She always asks me “who’s coming into your house, Colette?”

I check out the bags (there might be something choice in there for me.) Then I run all the way across the long living room to my scratching post. Skritch, skritch, skritch, skritch, skritch. And I go running back to Mom.

Mom dumped the bags and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. I beat her there and jumped in the tub. I waited for a bit and then I came exploding out of the tub.

Hey world, I’m heeeeere! Life is great! I go flying down the hallway, soaring on the wings of eagles, the early autumn wind blowing through my fur, turn the corner … and … WHAM!

Oouuuch!! Where’d that wall come from??? (Nobody moved it, Colette. Giggles.)

Head bonked…

Couple of Little Things

Nothing terribly exciting this week—thank catness.

I have a couple of little things—that is if nobody makes a big deal out of it.

I’ve come to the realization that I’m a big girl. I tried out 2 sort of new things today: Mom’s lap and the brown blanket on the bed where Samsara and Marrakech usually sleep.

You know what? That fleece blanket is really comfortable! And you know what else? Those two little girls both fit on it when it’s folded. There are pieces of me spilling over onto the bed!

And Mom’s lap. I don’t know; I just can’t quite get the hang of that. I wanted attention while Mom was at the computer today, so she picked me up and stuck me in her lap. What are you supposed to do? There really isn’t enough room for me to stand so I just kept slipping around. Then there’s the part where my side is pressed against her face and she keeps breathing on my stomach?? I wanted the attention so I graciously purred and stuck it out for a few minutes.

Oh… the other thing I wanted to talk about: I don’t know who’s trying to get me in trouble, but it’s not gonna work. Somebody left poo balls outside my litter box. The dummies—don’t they know I don’t do poo balls? I do plops and ropes.

I’m also finally being accorded some of my rightful leadership status. Misha used to do that—show Samsara what to do. That’s my job now.

First thing every morning I’m in the bathroom for brushies, and Samsara shows up under me. Then, come around 2:00 in the afternoon, it used to be that Samsara would wake up from her nap and Marrakech would still be sleeping. Samsara didn’t know what to do with herself so she’d come out of the bedroom and make Mom crazy.

I’ve taken over that routine with a slight twist to it. Why take up space and just bellyache? Make it a productive endeavor, man! Treats! Ignore the full kibble bowls and pull the starving kitteh routine. Make a big enough pain in the butt out of yourself and you can get enny-thing your fuzzy little heart desires. I kick up the fuss and guess who shows up as my side-kick?

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Birthdays are nice!

Hey, wow! Birthdays are nice!

I got lots of treats and hugs and kisses from Mom, and Mom sang happy birthday to me. I usually join in when she sings, but I was amazed: that song she sang had my name in it! Pawsome--a song in my honor!

Thanks everyone for your good wishes and presents:

Catster for the 25 Catster treats and one vote of 5 Paws
Monida for the yummy Ice Cream
Pipo & Minko for the yummy Ice Cream with the pawsome sunburst
Riley & Skippy Skipster for the pretty Pnk Ribbon
Nuk Anuk, Taag, Sweets & Gabby for the yummy Shrimpie
Steinem, Winnie, Charley Bleu Eyes & Tia Sydibil for the pretty Blue Ribbon
Simon & Reuben for the pretty Red Heart with the kitty giving me that birthday cupcake
Tutti, Junior Fluffkins, Tethys Fluffkins, Jake & Family for the pretty Pink Ribbon
Mea-Angel, Mikki, Milo, Mimu & Maui for the pretty Red Heart
Adam Dylan & Family for the fun Pirate Flag
BK & Teddy for the lovely Pink Ribbon
Sassy for the pretty Heart and the yummy Shrimpie
Oreo, Thomas, Brantley, Callie, Leo & Family for the pretty Heart
Elsa for the pretty Heart
Ozzie & Harriet for the pretty Heart
Jack & Gizmo for the pretty Heart
Anonymous for the pretty Heart
Teebo, Callie & Rose for the yummy Cupcake
Nikolai – Dreamboat #24 for the yummy Cupcake
Beepers, Ashlynne & Family for the yummy Cupcake
Mercy for the yummy Cupcake with the surprise Birthday Song in the middle
Kitty Pryde & Indiana for the yummy Cupcake
Muppet for the fabulous Champagne

How pawsome! You’ve all given me enough extra toys and treats to last me a whole year! Thank you everyone!

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