I've been tagged by my friend, Teddy.....

to name the five most annoying things my humans do. Let's see -- so many:

1. Mr. H. -- yes, just Mr. H. He annoys me; everything about him annoys me. Oh, let me count the ways: a) He wants to spend time with My Mommy which means that she doesn't spend ALL her time with me; b) he insists on taking up room in My Mommy's and my bed; c) he holds Bobby, in his lap and loves on him (disgusting) d) (you get the idea).

2. My Mommy going to work (yes, I know she does it to buy kitty litter -- but, really, five days a week would seem excessive).

3. My Mommy talking to, looking at, and (oh, my, I feel ill) TOUCHING my brothers, Jack and Bobby.

4. My Mommy trying to feed me that mushy stuff out of a can.

and

5. My Mommy putting her clothes away. I love to nap on her clothes and she knows it. But she hangs up her clothes, or puts them away, or throws them in the laundry basket. And she KNOWS, yes, she KNOWS, that I long to nap on her clothing.

Really, the woman does annoy me -- why do I love her so?

Off to tag some friends. Let's see . . .

Valentines Day -- Sigh

All the hearts and flowers are beginning to appear at Catster. There's love in the air. My brothers, Jack and Bobby, are talking about their girlfriends, Vi and Emily, and planning their Valentine surprises. I feel so left out and sad. I had a girlfriend -- Stormy Lynn, and I loved her very much. Her Mommy died, so Stormy is not on Catster now. I stop by her page just to see her picture. I've saved her emails, and I re-read them. But now it's Valentines Day, and I'm all alone. I wonder if Stormy misses me?

I was tagged.....

by Platelicker, to answer a few questions so ... here goes!

1. Do you ever wake your parent up in the night?

I try very hard not to do so. When my pawrents go to bed, I always crawl under the covers and plaster myself to My Mommy's tummy and lay my head on her arm. I purr and purr and she loves on me until we fall asleep. If My Mommy gets up during the night, I get up with her. When she goes back to bed, I cuddle up with her under the covers. If I get up during the night when she doesn't, I'm very quiet and careful when I get back under the covers. I do wake her up butting her with my head if she sleeps too late on the weekend.

2. Do you ever tear up things?

I'm a good kitty, and I have never torn anything up. I did destroy one of my toys. I played so much with my favorite green furry mouse that it lost all of it's stuffing and is now just a piece of green fur. I still love to play with it though.

3. What's your favorite treat?

I like almost all of the commercial cat treats that are crunchy -- especially all of the different Party Mixes.

4. Can you fetch something when asked to do so?

Once in a while I will go get a toy My Mommy throws for me and bring it back to her. I just make sure I don't do it too often -- it's more fun to watch her go get it and throw it again.

5. Have you ever lived any place other than where you live ?

I was born at my Vet's office and lived there for about seven months until My Mommy and Mr. H adopted me and my brother, Bobby and my adopted brother, Jack. My vet said that it is hard to find homes for black cats because we're not "flashy" and because of all the superstitions about us. I'm glad My Mommy didn't believe all that stuff.

Now, I need to find some friends to tag.

The spelling game...

between My Mommy and Mr. H. started again on Saturday morning. But, nothing seemed to happen. My Mommy got her coffee, sat down to read the paper (and let me help her by laying on it to hold it down for her), went upstairs and played in the water, & put all her clothes on. Then she laid down on the bed with me, as usual, for a few minutes for a good cuddle. We went downstairs and Mommy sat back down and picked up her book. I got up on my table and laid down under the lamp.

AND. WHAM! She was up out of that chair so quick, grabbed me up off the table, hugged me tight, kept kissing me and saying she was sorry and threw me into jail!!! I GOT FOOLED -- I thought we were having a NORMAL Saturday.

I don't like to leave me house, and I was sure to tell them about it. I told them about it at the top of my lungs all the way to the --yes, you know it -- the VET.

They pulled the pillow out of the jail, and I had no choice but to come out with it. They put me on the scales -- still a svelte 11 pounds. I got off the scales and hid my head in My Mommy's tummy while the VET poked me and prodded me and (you know what's coming, don't you?) took my temperature! They pried me away from My Mommy to look at my eyes and teeth and down my throat. The VET said I sure had some Pearly Whites. For the finale, she cut my nails while I tried to crawl into My Mommy's coat and into her sleeve.

After it was over and we were leaving, I met a couple of new friends. There was a really purrty gray and white girlcat named Pixie who was sure acting like she wanted to go home with us, and a HUGE furry orange boycat named Honey came over to see me too. He stood looking into my jail and purred to me. Now how nice was that. Pixie and Honey are looking for forever homes.

I complained to My Mommy & Mr. H all the way home. When we got there and they opened the jail door, I was just a streak of black getting out of there. I punished my Mommy for the rest of the day -- no lap warming for her. I even heard her begging for me to come get my treats but ignored her. Then, at bedtime, I decided she had been punished enough and showed up to crawl under the covers with her for the Big Sleep.

I still keep thinking about Pixie and Honey (and the other cats who are living at the Vet's). They don't have a home of their very own. They are a lot better off than they would be at a shelter, but they are still homeless. And, the reason Pixie and Honey are homeless is because their people are homeless too -- two of the many families who have lost their homes to foreclosure. And I thought having to go for a vet visit was a sad thing.

Something's up....

My Mommy and Mr. H have been spelling words again. Usually, when they do that, it means that "something" is going to happen. Sometimes it's a good thing and sometimes it's a bad thing. I sure wish I could spell, but I haven't been to school yet. I keep telling My Mommy that I'd sure like to learn stuff like the names of the kinds of birds I'd like to catch if I ever get outdoors. I have a feeling that the "something" might happen this weekend. I don't like change -- I think I'm scared.

I've been tagged by Colorado....

Thank you for tagging me, Colorado!

1. Do you have a valentine?... if so... who?
No -- no valentine for me. I guess I'm too shy. But there sure are a lot of lovely lady kitties around here.

2. if not... do you wish you did? ... is there anyone particular?... It would be fun to have a valentine. My brother, Bobby, does. He has "His Emily."

3.What's your favorite love song?... who sings it?
I've never had a need for one. Guess I'll have to start listening.

4.what would be a perfect valentines day for you? A whole day of napping on My Mommy's lap (can My Mommy be my Valentine?)

I'm off to tag some of my friends. Now, let's see, which ones? Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.......

When Bobby is mean to me.

He chased me all over this morning -- he was really mad at me, and I don't know why. I was laying on My Table next to My Mommy. Mommy knocked her coffee cup over, and since I didn't want a coffee bath, I jumped down to the floor and landed right next to Jack, who was intently watching a squirrel. I scared Jack and he squeaked. Bobby, that crazy brother of mine, was off His Daddy's lap and after me like a madcat. He chased me and caught me and pulled out some of my hair, let me run again and caught me again. I yelled at My Mommy to make him stop, but he paid no attention to her. Then, Mr. H yelled at him, and he stopped. I ran back to My Table thinking I was safe, but here comes that Madcat again. This time, Mr. H picked him up and put him in the Little Room.

I don't know why he was mad at me -- I didn't do anything! I'm sure not going to have anything to do with him for awhile!

Well, Catster, you've done it again!

Because of Catster, My Mommy's been obsessed with her camera. Before Catster, My Mommy would take our pictures occasionally, wait until there were no more pics left on the roll of film, take it in to be processed, and then file away the prints in a book. After we joined Catster, My Mommy kept complaining that she couldn't get pics of us quick enough and that most of what she took were not Catster-worthy. So, she went out and bought a new fandangled camera that is Catster-worthy. So, she's been trying it out -- on us. Everyplace we go and everything we do (well, almost everything -- at least we still have privacy in the BOX) -- there she is. Eat - click; get a drink of water - click; try to nap - click; take a bath - click, click, click. She even took that darned thing to bed with her to get a pic of Bobby laying atop His Daddy in the morning. Bobby had had enough -- no pic of that. Even Mr. H is not safe -- she showed me one of his pics and I had to MOL! So, Catster, I hope you're happy. Add one more obsessed mommy to your roll-call.

Have to run. Want to get all my fur smoothed down and my whiskers in shape for my next pic!

because people don't respect each other.

"The cat seldom interferes with other peoples' rights. His intelligence keeps him from doing many of the fool things that complicate life." (Carl Van Vechten, American writer and photographer)

Now isn't that the truth, Dear Diary. I am very tolerant of my brothers' rights (Bobby could take a lesson from me). I know that Jack gets My Mommy's lap for twenty minutes before she goes to work in the morning and that Bobby gets pets and lovin' from My Mommy in the middle of the night. Our relationships are based on mutual respect. Have you ever watched two cats approach each other -- now there's respect. We care not about our colors or breeds. We don't care where a cat is from. We take only what we need and don't hoard so others have none (except Jack and his balls). We are appreciative of kindness and generous in our gratitude. We forgive those who hurt us, but we might not completely forget they have wronged us. We keep our lives simple and uncomplicated. We can live together in peace.

Don't you think people could live like we do, Dear Diary?

because My Mommy is sad.

She got up this morning, went downstairs, made the coffee, sat down to give us our morning treats, and the picture box appeared. My Mommy's eyes started to RUN. That's what they call it when my eyes get watery. I thought for sure she'd have to go to the VET and get icky stuff put into her eyes. But, then, she picked me up and hugged me real tight and got her runny eyes all over my fur. She told me that my namesake, Senator Edward Kennedy, had gone to join his friends at the Rainbow Bridge. That made me sad, because I know Mommy would only have named me after a good man, and the world needs all the good men it can get. I wonder what I can do to honor him today. I think I'll ask Bobby to call a meeting so we can think of something. In the meantime, I'll just give My Mommy lots of purrs and headbonks to try to make her feel better.