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<title>Kitten Tales</title>
<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales</link>
<description>Catster diary for the cat Gunnarr T</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Gunnarr T &amp; Catster</copyright>
<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 03:20:00 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>DDP!  Again!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/827542</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 May 2013 14:10:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Jeepers, Diary Gal must love me and the Peekster.  Peekie has not even meowered her thank-you's, and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, Diary Gal must love me and the Peekster.  Peekie has not even meowered her thank-you's, and now it is my turn.

It has beened rainin here for a coupla days, so we have been stucked in the house.  Our stroller comed with a rain cover, but mama did not. The Peekster and I have beened sleepin while it is rainy out.  There are not no good birdies out our birdie watchin window, and it is just borin in the house while mama is bizzy doin nuther things.  

Spring finally gotted here, and it is real green outside.  Peekie and I got to watch mama workin outside in the yard before it started rainin.  She putted out birdie baths, so maybee Peekie and I can spy on the birdies while they are takin a bath.  We got birdie houses too, so maybee we can see some baby birdies.  I bet I could catch one while it is learnin to fly.

Next weekend I think Peekie and I might get to stupid-vise mama while she plants flowers in pots on our deck.  Course, she will probly not do it right, and I will have to critter-cize her. I think mama is goin to town tomorrow to buy even more plants.  I think she called em Herb, but can they all have the same name?  Mama sez they are for eatin.  Hmmmmmm; that sounds like catnipshun to me.  

Thanks again, Diary Gal.  You inspire me to rite more in my diary.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Strollerin</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/827182</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 May 2013 16:57:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>First of all, let me meow that Catster must be havin a flea attack again cuz even with Fireyfox it i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, let me meow that Catster must be havin a flea attack again cuz even with Fireyfox it is slooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww today.  It does not wanna do much unless ya can wait and wait and wait...  Mama had to go to our account page just to do my diary entry. I am yellin at ya to make ya wake up.  Wake up, Catster!

Anywhoo, Peekie and I got our first stroller ride today.  Mama worked in the yard this mornin.  Then it looked like it was gonna rain, and it made a few sprinkles.  Then it got all nice again.  Mama did not really wanna clean house anyway, so she put me and the Peekster in our stroller, and out the door we went.  Down the steps, bumpa, bumpa, bumpa.  Brake on.  Gate open.  Then the real adventure started.  We bumpitied down the driverway to the road.  Off we went down to the little store.  It is not open no more, but it is still a nice walk.  

We got bout halfway, and a litl silver car stopped.  The man said "scuze me, where is the Marketplace?"  Mama was amazed cuz they were REALLY losted.  They were some nice Canadians, and they were visitin and got losted about five miles from where they wanted to be.  Mama helped the nice man with some instrukshuns on gettin back to town and on the right street to get where they wanted to go.  They turned around and honked and waved when they went by.  

The Peekster got all skared when mama was talkin to the nice man, and she hided underneath our mattress.  She did come out before we got home, and she never hided at all when mama took us to say hi to grampster in his garaj.  Grampster was puttin mama's new ridey mower together, but he stopped long enough to tell us what nice kitties we are.  We already knew, but ya always wanna be nice to your grampster.  ;)

Mama brought us home, and then she took our stroller back to grampster.  Mama sez grampster is the resident "fix-it guy," and mama needed the parent tray off our stroller.  See, mama and daddy were all eksitered when they got the new glamper cuz they thought the stroller would fit in the cargo bay.  Then when they tried, it was bout an inch too tall to go through the door.  Mama sez they never use the parent tray anyhow.  If ya put drinks in it and then go on a bumpity walk, the drinks get all shaked up, and if ya put keys or a cellerphone in the midl, they rattle round and make lotsa noise.  

Mama and grampster got the parent tray off, and next time daddy comes, he and mama will have to test it again to make sure it will fit in the glamper cargo bay.  After all, Peekie and I can't go on vacashun without our stroller.  That would be terbl.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Campsterer Adventures</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/826924</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 May 2013 16:59:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, OK; so I missed my DDP, but the Peekster and I did get to go to the new campsterer on Sunday.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, OK; so I missed my DDP, but the Peekster and I did get to go to the new campsterer on Sunday.  Mama calls it the glamper.  What's up with that?  

Anywhoo, on Sunday after breakerfust, mama and daddy went to the campsterer and opened the slidey thingies again and hooked up to the tricity with a giant cord.  Later mama came inside with the kitty carrier.  I was not smart enuff to run away, so I got catched first and went down to the "glamper" with mama and daddy.  Peekie told me later she runned and hidened under the bed when she saw mama leavin with me in the carrier.  Then mama was real mean and used a yarderstick to make Peekie go out from underneath the bed.  Then Peekie runned behind the loveseat, and mama used the yarderstick again.  Peekie sed she runned up the hall, but the beddyroom door was up tight, so she runned behind the loveseat again.  Then cuz of the yarderstick she had to run to the dinin room, and then mama catched her even though she was hidin under the tabl.  Pretty soon the Peekster was down in the glamper with me.  

Mama and daddy were runnin round inside doin more stuffs like fixin the paper towel holder.  Who knew daddy would have to take some of the lights loose to make sure he did not drill wires?  Mama was mad cuz after 6 weeks of stayin on the wall, the backsplash thingie they put up behind the stove comed loose and falled down, so they had to fix that. 

Finally mama brought our food and water dishies and some toys so the Peekster and I could play.  It was gettin warm in the glamper, so we got to try out the air condishunner.  It works real good!  Some nice cool airs were blowin on me after I decidered daddy's chair was gonna be Gunnarr's chair.  I even got a speshl cushy towel to snuggle in.  

Later mama left and came back with three peacock feathers.  She had sissers and cut the peacock feathers lots shorter and stucked em in the rangement of leather roses that mama buyed for a centerpiece for the glamper dinin room.  Mama put the centerpiece on the table so she could admire it.

Later daddy was doin something outside and asked mama to come out and look at it.  A few minutes later I heard mama say, "Oh, we should never have both left with the centerpiece out."  Daddy was ahead of mama comin in the door, and daddy said "It's down..."  

Peekie and I are not sayin who did it, and mama catnot guess which one of us it was cuz we are both crazy for feathers.  Mama put the centerpiece away where Peekie and I catnot get it, and daddy played with us with the sticks left over.  

After a long, LONG time, mama brought me home, and then she went back to the glamper and got the Peekster.  We were so tired from all the eksitermunts that we needed long naps.  

The moral of the story is that the centerpiece with the feathers can only be on the tabl when mama and daddy are akshly eatin there.  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Anuther Missed DDP!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/826914</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 May 2013 16:45:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Can kitties fire their mamas?  This is bout the second time I have missed one of my speshl days cuz  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Can kitties fire their mamas?  This is bout the second time I have missed one of my speshl days cuz mama thinks she is too bizzy doin nuther stuff instead of Catster.  I do not know why she and daddy need to go shopsterin or sightseein or workin on projects round here.  Don't they know Catsterland is more important?  

I wanna thank all the friends who gived me good wishies and prezunts for my DDP on May 11, and thanks too for all the cool cups (MOL) and the Mama's Day flower prezunts too!  I preshiate you all SO much!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Heck, No!!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/826138</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 May 2013 17:47:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Ummmmm... This mornin mama was gonna give me and the Peekster some breakerfust, but when she walked  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ummmmm... This mornin mama was gonna give me and the Peekster some breakerfust, but when she walked into the livin room, there was a hairy ball kinda squished into the carpet.  If ya remember, mama runned the SpotBot three times the nuther day cuz of poopies that escaped our kitty potty and upchucked kitty kibble.  Mama sighed and gave us our breakerfust, and then she cleaned up the messiness.

Later mama got out the hated hairy ball medsins.  Just cuz I liked it when I was a kitten does not mean I have to like it now, and I do NOT!  Peekie does not like if neether.  First mama tried a spearmint thinkin she could get some hairy ball medsins in one of the syringes Peekie uses to take her medsins.  It did not work cuz the stuff was too goopy.  

I knew what mama was plannin when she came to pick me up.  I tried to run, but I guess I was not payin good enuff attenshuns cuz she catched me.  Then we sat down on the kitchen floor.  I watched mama squirt some of the hated hairy ball medsins on her finger.  Then I saw the finger comin straight for my mouth.  Mama opened my mouth and stucked her finger with the hairy ball medsins right in on my tongue.  YUCK!!!  I tried to get away, but it did not work.  In fact, mama got more hairy ball medsins on her finger and did it again.  I was thinkin maybee I should bite her finger, but I love mama, and I did not wanna hurt her or make her not love me no more.  At least after the second time mama let me go.  I runned like the devil was after me!

I do not know why Peekie did not run.  Sometimes she runs even when mama just wants to pet her.  Peekie did not run when she had the chance, and mama catched her too.  Mama did the same stuff she did to me.  The second time mama was real happy cuz the hairy ball medsins diss-peared right away.  Mama was spishus and looked all around, but she could not find the medsins, so she thought they were inside the Peekster.

Soooooooo, a coupla hours later the Peekster and I were laying on the bed.  Mama came in to give Peekie her reg-lur medsins that she gets every day.  That was when mama discovered the huge piece of hairy ball medsins stuck in Peekie's beautiful fluffy bib!  Oh, it was terbl.  

Peekie and I both thought maybee mama would give her anuther bath, but mama does not like to skare Peekie so much, so she only used the pet wipers.  While mama was wipin the Peekster's fur, she kept tellin the Peekster how she was usin up all the pet wipers.  Like it was Peekie's fault!  Oh, no; I do not think so.  Mama is the one wantin to use all the pet wipers.  She used two tryin to get the terbl hairy ball medsins out.  Mostly all mama did was make Peekie wet and messier.  Then later Peekie took her own bath with her tongue, and now she is all fluffy again.  

I sure hope nobuddy upchucks another hairy ball very soon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Savin My Sister</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/826056</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 May 2013 21:59:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>A few nights ago mama's nose was workin overtime.  See, she smelled kitty poops, but she could not f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A few nights ago mama's nose was workin overtime.  See, she smelled kitty poops, but she could not figure out where the stinkiness was comin from.  Mama kept walkin around the house sniffin.  Then she got too close to the Peekster.  Peekie tried to run and hide, but mama catched her.  Pretty soon they diss-peared into the bathyroom.  

A few minutes later I could hear the Peekster screamin.  Mama was sayin somethin, and I could hear water runnin.  Peekie kept screamin, and I knew somethin bad was happenin, so I tried to get in the bathyroom and rescue Peekie.  The door was up tight, and I could not get in, but I cried at the door and whooshed on it.  Finally everything got real quiet.  Mama opened the bathyroom door, and she was holding the Peekster.  I could see Peekie was real upset and mad at mama.  I could see Peekie's tail looked drowned, but mama was soakin wet too.  Mama tried to towel dry Peekie's furs, but the Peekster had nuther ideas.  Pretty soon she got away from mama and runned off.  Mama didn't try to catch her; maybee mama was too tired?  Anyway, the Peekster spent the rest of the evenin tryin to groom her furs and get em all dry.  I gotta say, Peekie smelled pretty nice, better than before.  

The next day mama got out some cuttin sissers and gave Peekie's bloomers and part of her tummy a haircut.  I think she looks kinda cute cuz her bloomers sorta look curly now, and you can see her lighter furs mixed in with the dark parts.  

I'm sure glad it wasn't me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Pickup Campsterer</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/824329</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 11:14:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Daddy had to go to livin history trainin last weekend, and when he comed here on his way, he had his ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daddy had to go to livin history trainin last weekend, and when he comed here on his way, he had his brand new pickup campsterer all doned and on the truck.  Daddy designed and buildened his ownest pickup campsterer.  The nuther one was old and kinda beatened up, and daddy could not even stand up inside it.  

The new campsterer has a reg-lur door and bigger windows, and it even gots LED lights so daddy can read at night without usin a flashy-lite.  Daddy picked out every single thing for his campsterer, carpet, panelin, lights, and all the nuther stuff that is in it.  Mama sez it is so cool compared to the old campsterer.

Peekie and I probly won't ever get to go campsterin in daddy's campsterer cuz mama and daddy will use it in the mountains if they go for overnight, and it is pretty small for two peeples and two kitties.  Daddy lives in it in the summertime when he is travelerin to shows and rendezvous.  We are both so happy for daddy that he can be more comfy while he is on the road even if we don't get to go.

Mama is alreddy talkin bout lettin me and the Peekster go to the new campsterer next week while she and daddy are doin some more stuff with the batteries and somethin called propane tanks and tires and things.  

Hmmmmm...Maybee the Peekster and I can spy on everbuddy out the windows.  Maybee, if we do not need too many naps.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Americats</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/823839</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Apr 2013 13:48:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Mama and Peekie and I have been watchin quite a bit of telebishun lately.   There is lotsa news on s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama and Peekie and I have been watchin quite a bit of telebishun lately.   There is lotsa news on since the terbl bombings at the Boston marathon.  It makes us all sad that we catnot even be safe in our ownest country anymore, but mama did notice stuff that made her amazed and proud.

Lotsa peeples were skared and runnin away, but many more turned and ran into what must have looked like hell; smoke, blood, personal danger, and screamin hurt peeples.  They ran to help without even thinkin bout their ownest safety; they wanted to help all the hurt peeples.  I do not think it mattered who the hurt peeples were, Americans or peeples from nuther countries.

Mama sez that is what makes America great and keeps it that way.  Because of all the places Americans comed from before they came here, we have lotsa differences, but mostly we have more things in common.  That's why we are strong, and we will stay strong.

It does not matter who did this terbl thing to innercent peeples; everybuddy will pull together and fix things as much as they can.  The bad person or peeples who did it will get caught.  Mama sez there is nuthin bad enuff for punishmunts, but they will pay one way or the nuther, either now or when they die.

After mama explained all this to us, Peekie and I decidered we are proud to be Americats cuz this is truly the home of the brave...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nipped!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/823201</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Apr 2013 14:47:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>It is not so nice outside here, but it was for awhile, and mama found lotsa little catnipshun leafs  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is not so nice outside here, but it was for awhile, and mama found lotsa little catnipshun leafs pokin up all round our plant.  Peekie and I got treets when mama picked a little bunch for each one of us.  I ate mine real quick.  Peekie was workin on hers, but she did not eat it up fast enuff, so I helped her.  ;)

I guess we are gonna get rain and snows for awhile.  Spring has to get here...someday cuz I am all ready for stroller rides again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sunday Adventure</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/822961</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Apr 2013 16:27:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>The Peekster and I finally got to see the new campsterer on Sunday.  Daddy did somethin called level ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Peekster and I finally got to see the new campsterer on Sunday.  Daddy did somethin called levelin and staberlizin.  Then he puttened the propane tanks on and hooked up some tricity.  Mama sed she got to push the button to make the big slidey things go out.  Then mama and daddy let the campsterer get nice and warm inside.

Mama put me in the carrier and took me to the campsterer.  She let me out and went back and got the Peekster and brought her to the campsterer.  When Peekie got there, I was slinkin round real skared.  I gotta admit I was meowerin some cuz it smelled too new, and I did not rekanize the stuff inside cept for daddy of course.  Mama showed me and the Peekster where the potty was.  Then she left and comed back with our food dishies and some nice fresh water.  

It was not long before Peekie and I were splorin all over the campsterer.  I like gettin up on the big bed.  I can look right out the window and see everything right from the bed.  I jumped on the couchie, and mama opened a cabinut and got out a blankie and put it on the couchie.  Then I jumped on the dinin room chairs and looked out the window.  Mama and daddy laffed at me cuz I got my front paws on the window and my backer paws on the back of the chair.  Then when I wanted down I tried to put all my paws on the back of the chair, and I kinda fell...off onto the floor.  

After a while the campsterer didn't seem too skary, so I went and had a snack and a drink of water.  Mama looked at daddy and said "He's home."

Do not let the Peekster tell ya she used the potty first.  OK, so she did poop, but I went pee pee before she used the potty at all.  Peekie just tries to outdo me all the times.

Now we are just waitin for summer so we can go campsterin at the West Glacier KOA.  I think we get to go out before then for what mama and daddy called a "test drive."  We will only go bout 20 miles and then come back and stay at our local KOA.  I sure hope we get a stroller ride.  Mama wants to get in the hot tub and pretend she is on vacashun far, far away.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>WOW!!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/821784</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Apr 2013 12:15:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, thanks everbuddy, for givin me so many pretty Eeekster eggs.  It is a good thing I got Eeekster ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, thanks everbuddy, for givin me so many pretty Eeekster eggs.  It is a good thing I got Eeekster prezunts at Catster cuz mama did not give me and the Peekster anything speshl for Eeekster.  She did not even let us come to Catster on Eeekster Sunday cuz she sed she was takin the day off.  What does that mean?

Well, it probly means she is tired from workin every day on the old campsterer and the new campsterer or goin to town and buyin stuff for the new campsterer.  Peekie and I have not even seened the new campsterer yet, but it better be good cuz we have beened neglectered cuz of it.  

Yesterday mama readened the Sunday paper and had some breakerfust.  Then she spended several hours readin a book.  Peekie and I like it when mama reads cuz we climb up on the Big Bed and nap while she reads.  My speshl place to nap is right against mama's leg.  Mama spreadened her robe out, and I snuggled down in it and went sleepin against mama's leg.  Peekie stole my blueberry bed, but I did not even care.

I got a new nickername this mornin.  Mama sez she shoulda named me Rowdy Rascal cuz I am such a wild boy sumtimes.  I catnot help it; I love to run and run and run and leap on things and paw at stuff and rattler the closet doors.  It is so much fun I catnot help myself even when I know I will get in trubl for it.  

Spring is tryin to come to Big Sky Country.  The grass is startin to turn green, mama has some flowers pokin up outta the ground, and the birdies are goin crazy.  Mama putted the screens back in the bay window so if it gets nice enough, Peekie and I can have our birdie watchin window open.  Oh, I love spring!  Pretty soon it will be time to splore the new campsterer and ride in our stroller.  Yay!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>BMI Test</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/819460</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 14:49:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, I am insulted!  Last Friday when mama tooked the Peekster for her wellerness check, mama asked ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I am insulted!  Last Friday when mama tooked the Peekster for her wellerness check, mama asked Unkl Dr. Mike if he ever got results for my BMI test.  He and mama measured me durin my wellerness exam, but the webbysite was down when auntie Serena tried to put my measurements in.  

Unkl told mama they did finally put my measurements in, but the webbysite said my measurements were wrong, and it is impossible to be me.  What the heck?  They said I am too long for the rests of me, and it is impossible to kalkulate my BMI.

Mama was insulted too cuz she helped Unkl take my measurements, and she thinks they were good ones.  Mama was so disgustered that they didn't even measure the Peekster.  She probly is impossible too.  

Mama sez she can see if we are gettin too heavies, and she will deal with it then.  She does not need some peeples who have never even seened us to tell her if we are fat.  Oh, No!!  I hope she does not think I need a diet...ever!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Eksiterin Mews!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/819320</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 11:35:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/819320</guid>
		<description>Guess what?  We got a new campsterer!  Peekie and I have not seened it yet cuz mama and daddy hafta  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Guess what?  We got a new campsterer!  Peekie and I have not seened it yet cuz mama and daddy hafta go and get it on Wednesday.  It is lots bigger than our nuther campsterer, and it gots somethin called "slides."  Mama sez the minute she walked in, she could see me and the Peekster scampsterin round the livin area.  We won't hafta keep our potty on a rug in the shower no more, and we got a queen sized bed for helpin mama and daddy sleep.

Mama has beened real bizzy shopsterin for new stuff for the campsterer cuz she sez she has never had brand new before, and she wants it perfect.  HA!  Perfect with kitties?  Ummmmmmm, I don't think so.  Anywhoo, she got stuff for the beddyroom, bathyroom, and one of those pet protector thingies for the new loveseat couchy thing.  The Peekster and I are not allowed on the loveseat in the house, but we always got on the couchy thing in the old campsterer, so mama does not think she can train us not to sleep and play on the loveseat thingie in the campsterer.  Train us?  Ummmmmmmmm, again I do not think so.

There is a big cargo bay in the front of the new campsterer where we can keep our pet stroller and carriers so daddy will not hafta to be carryin em back and forth all the times.

Mama promised me and Peekie as soon as the weather gets nice, she will put out the slides, and we can spend all day in the new campsterer explorin everywhere while mama puts all the stuff away where it goes.

Daddy told mama he checked, and there is no place in the new campsterer where Peekie and I can hide or get underneath and get stucked.  I guess we will have to find somethin else to do while we are home alone...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Saturday Sekrut</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/817592</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Feb 2013 19:54:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/817592</guid>
		<description>Well, it was not the best day here at our house.  Grampster comed over to fix the bathytub water mak ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, it was not the best day here at our house.  Grampster comed over to fix the bathytub water makin thingie.  He turned off all the water to our house.  Mama had some water in a big kettle thingie and some jugs with water just in case it took all day to fix the water thingie.  

Grampster came to our house, and mama went to get our potty cuz the Peekster and I were gonna stay in the beddyroom.  Mama sed somethin bout me being "too helperful."  Mama took the potty into the beddyroom.  She did not say bad words but somethin more like OMG!  See, when she comed around the side of Mr. Big Bed, she seed what happened.  SUMBUDDY'S tummy got sick after breakfust, and there was a giant hairyball and a buncha kibble and lotsa kitty throw-up all over her special little rug next to the bed.  The rug is white (wouldn't ya know it) with blue and pink and yellow in it.  There was kitty throw-up and kibble and hairyball all over one corner, and it was all splattery.  Course, mama discovered it right after we didn't have no water no more...

Grampster told mama she could take the rug to his house and soak it in his bathytub, so mama did that.  When mama camed back, she discovered a buncha squishy kibble on the bathyroom floor.  She looked at her slippers, and there was "somethin" on the bottoms.  Then mama went into the beddyroom again and discovered anuther spot of kitty throw-up that she didn't see before.  I think she walked through it a buncha times before she seed it.  

Mama cleaned up the nuther kitty throw-up, put her slippers in the clothes hampster, and then she runned the SpotBot...twice!  It was kinda skary cuz the Peekster and I were in the beddyroom while the SpotBot monster was eatin the carpet.  It was pretty terbl.

I catnot beleeve that mama thinks I did it.  After all, Peekie gots long furs.  Somehow mama knows it was my throw-up.  Akshly, it was not so bad cuz mama spoiled me cuz she felt sorry that my tummy got sick.  

It is probly a good thing that mama washed the speshl rug after grampster left, and the big brown kitty throw-up stain looks like it all comed out.  Whew!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Anuther Time Out!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/817534</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Feb 2013 09:46:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/817534</guid>
		<description>Well, the nuther night I got wild again.  I think mama is gettin real tired of me makin lotsa noise  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, the nuther night I got wild again.  I think mama is gettin real tired of me makin lotsa noise in the night.  After I use the potty I like to race up the hall real fast, leap on the bed, and skid to a stop right by mama's pillow.  Then I jump down and start whooshin on the closet doors.  That makes a neato rattlerin sound, sorta like I am playin music.  I guess mama does not like my music much.  The nuther night I did it six times!  Mama kept clappin her hands and telling me no, but I did not listen.  Pretty soon mama got up, scooped me up in her arms, and put me in the bathyroom and closed the door.  That was bout 2:30 in the mornin, and I had to stay there until mama got up.  It was a LONG, LONG time!

This mornin I played a tune for mama on the metal heat grate thingie, and she liked it.  Course it was mornin...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>DDP's and Catster Fleas!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/816790</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Feb 2013 16:01:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/816790</guid>
		<description>Thanks to every kitty and pup for your good wishies and prezunts for my DDP today.  I was sprised cu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks to every kitty and pup for your good wishies and prezunts for my DDP today.  I was sprised cuz I have not writed anythin very eksitin in my diary for awhile now.

On anuther subject, I guess Catsterland needs anuther flea bath.  Peekie and I went to visit the Cat of the Day, and the poor kitty was nowhere to be found.  Do ya think she is too shy to come out?  All we found when we went to the kitty's page was the message that there was no kitty there.  Sigh...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Big Sky Kitty Kat Stuff</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/816500</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Feb 2013 11:59:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/816500</guid>
		<description>Geez, we did not get to come to Catsterland yesterday cuz mama was bizzy doin nuther stuff, and look ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Geez, we did not get to come to Catsterland yesterday cuz mama was bizzy doin nuther stuff, and look what happened!  Thanks a bunch for all the cool boxers of candy on my page.  I preshiate every single one.  I am glad Peekie gots plenty of candy, so she will not try to take mine.  It was real nice of all our friends to send us prezunts.  Thanks again for thinkin of us.

Peekie finally got her new bed.  It is just like our blueberry bed only it is cimminum.  It smelled funny when mama tooked it outta the box, so the next morning mama washed it, and she and daddy tooked some of the stuffin out.  Then they used the extra stuffin to put inside the blueberry bed.  Peekie sed somethin bout me bein SO heavy that I squished the stuffin all down.  Ummmmmm...she is not no lightweight neether.  Anywhoo, mama did some kinda majik, and now the new bed smells all nice like mama and daddy and me and the Peekster.  I still like the blueberry bed.  I was hopin Peekie would take the new bed so I could have blueberry all to myself.  I kept waitin and waitin, and sumtimes the Peekster was still in MY bed.  Then yesterday while mama was finishin a murdery mystery, Peekie jumped up on the bed and went right in the cimminum bed.  She sleeped there for hours, so I guess it is hers now.

Daddy had to leave for Bozerman to do a show, so he could not stay for Valentine's Day, but we had special dinner the night before, and Peekie and I got playtime with daddy for a coupla days before he had to leave.  He pawmised he will come back on Monday.  

I sure wish spring would get here so Peekie and I could go for some stroller rides, but I don't think the grounder hawg was right.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Time Out</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/815638</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Feb 2013 14:04:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/815638</guid>
		<description>For the first time in my entire, whole, entire life, I got put in time out.  See it was 4:25 a.m., a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For the first time in my entire, whole, entire life, I got put in time out.  See it was 4:25 a.m., and I decidered I wanted the blueberry bed.  Peekie was in it, so I started leapsterin at her and tryin to wrestle her out of the bed.  I woked mama up, and she started usin her feets to try and make me stop.  I jumped off the bed and runned away, but I camed back in bout three minutes and kept leapsterin at the Peekster and makin her growler.  I did that four times, and finally mama sed I was a naughty boy.  She turned on the lights and came to find where I had runned off to.  I was sittin underneath the coffeetabler in the livin room.  Mama tried to pick me up, but I didn't wanna come out from under the tabler.  I didn't get yelled at or swatted or nuthin.  Mama just pulled me out from under the tabler, carried me to the bathyroom, put me inside, and shuttened the door.  Boy, it was dark in there.  Mama went back to bed, and Peekie got the nice warm blueberry bed all to herself.  I just hopped onto the window seat and went sleepin for the rest of the night.  When mama got up this mornin and opened the door, I didn't even hop down right away.  It was akshly pretty comfy in the bathyroom, but don't tell mama.  She thought I was gettin punished.

I will be real glad when the new bed comes.  Then there will be a blueberry bed and a cimmunum colored bed, both just the same.  Mama sez with her luck Peekie and I will still wanna sleep in the same bed.

P.S. When I came back into the beddyroom and jumped up on the bed, Peekie came to say hi, and I gave her a kitty kiss and a lick or two on her face to show I wasn't mad cuz she gotted me into trubl.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>She Said Yes!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/815312</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Feb 2013 18:30:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/815312</guid>
		<description>The beautiful, sweet girl kitty I asked to be my Valentine this year said yes!  Her name is Zoom, an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The beautiful, sweet girl kitty I asked to be my Valentine this year said yes!  Her name is Zoom, and she was my very first Valentine when we were just kittens.  I am so eksitered I am doin high jumps and flips!  Thank you for sayin yes, Zoom.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Valentine's Day</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/815256</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Feb 2013 10:23:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/815256</guid>
		<description>Well, I just got real brave and asked a girl to be my Valentine for 2013.  I catnot tell her name un ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I just got real brave and asked a girl to be my Valentine for 2013.  I catnot tell her name until she sez yes, but I hope she will.  We have beened friends since we were just kittens, but she tooked a looooooooooong break from Catster, and we did not get to play much for a long time.  She is a real sweet, beautiful kitty, and it would make me real happy if she says she will be my Valentine.  I got all four of my paws crossed...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rabbit Shotters</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/814415</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 Jan 2013 21:46:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/814415</guid>
		<description>Yesterday mama tooked me to see Unkl Dr. Mike at Best Friends Animal Hospital.  She sed sumthin bout ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday mama tooked me to see Unkl Dr. Mike at Best Friends Animal Hospital.  She sed sumthin bout "wellerness" and "rabbit shotters."  I started worryin that I might turn into a rabbit with big old ears if Unkl Dr. gived me a rabbit shotter.

I did not like it very much when we got there.  Mama had to pull me outta my carrier while the vet tech held onto the carrier.  Then I mediately tried to go back in, but mama spun the carrier around and closed the door.  I was kinda skared, but don't tell nobuddy.  Mama wrapped me in a blankie, and we sat and waited for Unkl Dr. Mike.  

Pretty soon Unkl comed in the room.  Mama tried to tell him I had scaped, but Unkl knew I was in the blankie.  I had to get lights in my eyes, a thingie poked in my ears, and my heart, lungs, and tummy examined.  

Mama told Unkl Dr. bout the nuther vet lady sayin I was real fat.  She told him it made her pretty mad.  Unkl told mama they just started measurin kitties to figure out their BMI.  What's a BMI?  Oh, mama sez it means body mass index, and it tells if you are fat or not.  The lady who showed Unkl how to do the measurin sed kitties should be asleep when they get measured because they would not behave.  Well, I showed her!  Mama and Unkl measured me, and I hardly wigglered at all.  I got measured in a buncha places, and Unkl wrote down all the numbers on a paper.  He thought auntie Serena could put the numbers in at the webbysite and print the results out for mama, but the webbysite was down, so we still do not know if I am fat or not.  

The last thing Unkl did was give me my rabbit shotter.  It did not even hurt.  Finally, mama put my coat back on me and let me go in my carrier.  I went right in thinkin all the peeples in the whole place could not pull me out again.  I onliest had to wait while mama paid the bill, and then we got to come home.  I was so happy when mama brought me in the house and opened my carrier door. Mama took my coat off, and then Peekie and I had some yummy kitty chow for dinner.  After that I took a nice long napster.

This mornin it was all like it never even happened, and my ears are still little and pointy, not like a rabbit at all...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm a Naughty Boy</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/811818</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Jan 2013 14:52:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/811818</guid>
		<description>Mama sez lately I am a naughty boy.  At night I have beened rattlin the closet doors.  Mama yells at ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama sez lately I am a naughty boy.  At night I have beened rattlin the closet doors.  Mama yells at me, and I run away.  Then bout five minutes later I come back and do it again.  The second time mama claps her hands at me, and then I jump on the bed.  Mama wonders why I come to her when she is tryin to make me stop doin sumthin.  She does not know why I do it, and I am not tellin.

Two or three times every single night I sit next to mama's pillow and whine.  Then I start pawin at mama's covers.  I want her to let me come underneath the covers and snuggle.  Usually the first time she lifts up the covers, I pretend like that is not what I want, so she puts the covers back down.  Then I whine some more and paw, so mama lifts up the covers again, and I slink underneath.  I go down aways, and then I turn around and come back and snuggle as close to mama as I can.  Then I start purrin REAL loud.  It is mostly the only time I purr anymore.  I only stay a few minutes before I wanna leave, so I crawl around until I can find a way out.  Then we start all over again.

Anuther thing I do that makes mama and even daddy think I am naughty is when I try to make Peekie get outta the blueberry bed.  See, we both love the blueberry bed, and usually we take turns sleepin in it.  Sumtimes in the night Peekie gets in the bed, and I wanna sleep there.  I start leapsterin at Peekie and pretendin I wanna wrestle, but then I start bitin at her leggies.  Peekie either starts growlerin, or she  cries, and then mama and daddy if he is here, start yellin and make me jump down off the big bed and leave the beddyroom.  

Geez, can't a guy cat have any fun?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kissmouse Joy</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/809996</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 25 Dec 2012 17:01:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/809996</guid>
		<description>It has beened pretty quiet round our house today, and I have been thinkin bout how lucky I am.  See, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It has beened pretty quiet round our house today, and I have been thinkin bout how lucky I am.  See, my bruthers and I were not wanted.  I can't say the first human I met was real bad, but she did threaten to take us to the shelter if sumbuddy did not take us away.  Auntie Leslie from the Pet Paw-See found us a real cool foster mom, and we went to live with our foster mom and her son and daughter and lotsa nuther foster kittens and even two dawgs.  We had lotsa luvs from all threes of the peeple who lived at our foster house, and we had nuther kitties and dawgs to play with and plenty of food and stuff, but we did not have furrever homes.

One day a lady came to see me.  I was pretty bizzy playin with some bigger kittens, so the lady played with my bruthers almost as much as she played with me.  She even almost tooked my bruther, Solomon, cuz he was such a fraidy cat, and he cried a lot, and she feeled sorry for him.  In the end the lady gave her heart to me.  She is my mama now.

I am a very lucky boy.  I have my mama and daddy who luv me, and they let me know how much every single day.  I get yummy chow with roasted deers and slammen and all the cold fresh water I wanna drink.  I got a potty that is always clean and never stinky.  I got more toys than I can even count.  I got speshl kitty beds and nuther places that mama and daddy let me sleep like in my stroller or a speshl chair.  I get to sleep on the big bed at night with mama every single night.  If I get sick, mama takes me to my doktor, and he makes me weller.  

The best thing I got besides mama and daddy is my sister.  Her name is Peekaboo, but I got lotsa nicknames for her.  Peekie is my very best friend.  We bathe each nuther, and we wrestle and chase each nuther and ride together in our stroller.  We guard the campster trailer together when we go on vacashun with mama and daddy, and we guard the whole house when mama and daddy are not here.  My favorite thing to do with the Peekster is snuggle.  I feel all warm and safe and happy when Peekie and I snuggle up with each nuther.  Yeppers, I am a very lucky boy.

Kissmouse Joy to you all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why Celtic?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/809357</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Dec 2012 11:35:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/809357</guid>
		<description>Ya might be wonderin why I got a Norsky name and Celtic music on my page.  My great great grammie ca ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ya might be wonderin why I got a Norsky name and Celtic music on my page.  My great great grammie camed to America on a ship from Norway.  My name is Gunnarr cuz of great great grammie Marta Hanson.  I got a great great grampster from Canada, but he was Scottish.  Then there is anuther grammie even farther back than that who was from Galway, Ireland. On the nuther side of the family we got what one of my great grammies called "black Irish".  Mama sez they got the hottest tempers of all, and it is all cuz of the Spanish Armada. I do not even know what that is.

I guess just like my kitty catness is kinda mixed up, mama's family is made up of lots and lotsa diffrunt kinds of peeple.  Mama's favrit ones are the Scots and the Irish.  Mama sez ya either love bagpipes or ya hate em, and she loves em, both the great pipes and the parlor pipes.  Even the Peekster and I don't run under the bed no more when the pipes and drums start up in our livin room.  

Does that make me a Norsky Celt?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Music Players</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/809287</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Dec 2012 20:50:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/809287</guid>
		<description>Ummmmmmm, well our mama is not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she kept workin at podsnack unt ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ummmmmmm, well our mama is not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she kept workin at podsnack until she got our music players lookin better.  After tryin a buncha dif-runt colors she figgered out she could make the player transparent so our background showed through in the middler.  That made it so she could just make the writin match somethin else on our page.  Silly mama had our players set to loop, and they would not play without clickerin on em on our page.  Finally mama decidered to check the autoplay box.  Geez, I coulda told her that would work, but would she ever ask a kitty?  Nope, not even a really smart kitty like me.  

Anywhoo, we are happier with our new music players now.  Maybee we will even add more songs later.  It sure is nice to hear some music playin again.

P.S. The Peekster and I could not wait.  Now we both got more than one song on our players.  Course mine is wilder than Peekie's...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not So Kissmousey</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/809225</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Dec 2012 12:36:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/809225</guid>
		<description>The Peekster and I are feelin not quite so Kissmousey as we were before.  

Our daddy was here las ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Peekster and I are feelin not quite so Kissmousey as we were before.  

Our daddy was here last week.  On Friday mama and daddy drived to Clancy, Montana, to a sawmill, and daddy bought lotsa blue pine to build his boxes for Ducks Unlimited.  They had a real nice day.  Peekie and I were real happy when they comed home.  Mama and daddy played games with us, and we had a nice evenin, but then after everbuddy went nighty-night, the phone ringed.  It was our grampster.  He was real sick, so daddy went to stay with him while mama called a amboolance.  The firemans got there first and helped grampster.  Then the amboolance camed and took grampster to the mergency room.  Mama and daddy spended bout 4 hours with grampster at the mergency room, but they would not let grampster come back home.  Mama and daddy comed home and tried to sleep, but they could not sleep good, so Peekie and I couldn't neether. After that mama and daddy were at the hos-pitl mostly.  Mama was hopin grampster could come home soon, but now she does not think so. That makes me and Peekie and mama and daddy all kinda sad.

We are purrin hard for our grampster to get well and come home to his house and his kitty.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Litter Genie</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/808153</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Dec 2012 09:20:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/808153</guid>
		<description>Hey, everbuddy!  The Peekster and I got a new rangement with our potty.  The nuther day mama comed h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, everbuddy!  The Peekster and I got a new rangement with our potty.  The nuther day mama comed home with a white can thingie and a coupla black ring thingies covered in my fav-rit; PLASTIC!  I did not even get to gnaw on the plastic cuz mama hided the black thingies.  She said they were somethin called "re fills."  Mama tooked the can thingie apart.  Inside there was a kitty poo scooper and a thingie to put it in.  Inside there was a nuther one of those ringie thingies.  Mama put the ringie thingie inside the can, and then she hanged the poo scooper thingie off the side.

As soon as there was somethin in our potty, mama tooked the new scooper thingie.  She scooped out the poo and put it in the can.  Then she pulled a thingie on the front, and the poo diss-peared.  MAGIC!!!!!!!!!!!  I think it is some kinda peeple trick, but it's still pretty cool.  The poo is inside, but you catnot see it, and it is not even stinky.  I think maybe the Peekster and I are gonna like the magic can; I know mama thinks it is wonderful.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Winter Wonderland</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/807985</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 8 Dec 2012 15:21:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/807985</guid>
		<description>We are livin in a winter wonderland.  Last night it got blizzardy.  Our poor little light-up Santa C ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are livin in a winter wonderland.  Last night it got blizzardy.  Our poor little light-up Santa Claws was face down on the deck this mornin, and his light-up prezunts were scattered at his feets.  Santa Claws is speshl to mama cuz he looks like the old Coca-Cola Santas.  He is pretty old, and mama paid $5 for him at a rummagey sale years and years ago.

This mornin the wind was goned, and it was snowin big fluffy flakes.  They were floatin down all soft like, and they were makin me crazy cuz I thought I could get em through the window, but no matter how hard I pawed and leaped, I could not catch a single one.  

This afternoon mama went out and shoveled fluffy white snows off our back steps and the deck.  Then she rescued Santa and his prezunts.  When she first went out, they looked like white lumps; you could not even see em no more.  

Hey, mama made the Peekster and me a speshl Kissmouse card of our very ownest.  When they get here, we will have 25.  Mama knows a few addresses for sendin our cards to Catster pals but not many.  If you would like to have one of our cards, feel free to p-mail us with your mailin address.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dekrashuns!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/807629</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Dec 2012 18:43:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/807629</guid>
		<description>Hey, we finally got some Kissmouse dekrashuns.  Mama has beened workin all week makin the house nice ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, we finally got some Kissmouse dekrashuns.  Mama has beened workin all week makin the house nice and clean.  She said she spit and polished everythin, but Peekie and I never saw her spit even once, so we think she is fibbin.  

I finally decidered to quit gettin in trubl for jumpin up on the dinin room siderboard.  Course, there is nothin up there I want anymore, but mama thinks I am bein a real good boy.  She even hunged up my personal Kissmouse stockin with the rest of em.

We have a cool centerpiece on the dinin room table with mama's Cambridge Caprice candleholders with real candles and some sparkly fruits and stuff.  Mama does not know I did check em out, but they do not smell like nuthin to eat, so I leaved em alone.

In the livin room mama put some green garland stuff up WAY high where even I catnot jump up and get it.  Then she put a big gold bow in the middler and on both ends she hanged some golden, sparkly fruit thingies.  Then she put up our stockin holders and hanged the stockins.  I was sweatin bullets until I saw my blue stockin in her hand.  It would be terbl to not get no Kissmouse prezunts at all.

I sneaked a peek at Mama's shopsterin list, and it says Petco:  Pet Wipers.  I sure hope she is keepin sekruts bout some kitty toys.  There was somethin else on the list.  I think it said "Litter genie."  I wonder if Peekie and I get wishes from the genie?

Hey, what's this Kissmouse tree I keep hearin bout?  Peekie and I have never even seened a Kissmouse tree.  Mama sez maybe next year...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We are Musical Again</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/807627</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Dec 2012 18:36:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/807627</guid>
		<description>I got my Bonny Portmore back from podsnack, and I even got a second player.  Mama sez it is for when ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got my Bonny Portmore back from podsnack, and I even got a second player.  Mama sez it is for when I am bad.  Bad?  Me?  I do not think so!

I am not the one who gets poop balls stuck in my bloomers.  In fact, I do not even have bloomers; well, only really teensy ones.  I also did not erp up on the kitchen floor this mornin.  That was the Peekster, and mama even saw her do it.  

Anyway, the podsnack players are not quite as cool as mixpod, but they are free.  Thanks to Tessa from Pawsome Pages for sendin group mail to help us kitties who have challenged mamas and daddies.  ;)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Coal For Me...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/806946</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 30 Nov 2012 16:41:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/806946</guid>
		<description>There is no way that Santa will not find out bout me bein naughty.  I think I told ya on the sly tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There is no way that Santa will not find out bout me bein naughty.  I think I told ya on the sly that I was gettin into mama's rangement with the wheat and snackin on it.  Well, mama made an evil cat trap and put it on the siderboard.  The next mornin it was on the floor, and mama knew I had been tryin to be naughty again.  The second mornin the trap was askew, but no wheats were missin.  The third mornin the trap was all covered with bits and piecers of wheat, and another piece was pulled clear out.  Mama was mad, but I think it was more cuz she could not outwit me.  Mama and daddy figured I just jumped up and stood or sat stuck to the duck tape on mama's trap and ate the yummy wheat anyway.  Soooo, the rangement dis-peared, the mess got cleanered up, and the cat trap is gone too.

I got my snack, but mama sez I am gettin coal for Kissmouse cuz I am a rock head.  What's a rock head?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't Tell Santa</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/806218</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Nov 2012 19:36:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/806218</guid>
		<description>Well, Thanksgivin night I got real hungry for a snack in the middler of the night.  Mama and daddy w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, Thanksgivin night I got real hungry for a snack in the middler of the night.  Mama and daddy were sleepin, so I looked round for somethin to eat.  Finally I looked up and saw mama's pretty blue pottery pitcher.  It had a birdie nest on a branch and some yummy lookin wheat.  I thought, OK, I will have some wheat cereal, and I can get it all by myself.

I jumped up on the siderboard.  There was a buncha birdies up there, but they are not real.  They are somethin mama called "handcarved."  Some of the birdies got pushed round some, but they did not break.  I hope Santa will remember that part if he finds out.  I ate some wheat, but it was kinda crunchy, and it kept breakin and makin a mess.  I made sure to be far away when mama and daddy got up.

Daddy was the one who saw the brokened wheat.  When he showed mama, she got mad and started yellin and pointin her finger at me and yellin even more.  I tried to look real innersent, but it did not work.

After while everbuddy forgot.  Well, at least I thought everbuddy forgot, but mama is real sneaky.  Last night I thought I would have more snacks.  When I jumped up on the siderboard, I got caught in one of mama's cat traps.  Mama makes the evil traps with carderboard and duck tape, so if you jump and land on one, it sticks on your feet, and you hafta try to run away.

When mama got up this mornin she checked her trap, she said it was askew.  Who is this askew guy, and why does he wanna tattle on me?  

I really hope nobuddy tells Santa.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kitty of the Day MIA</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/804888</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Nov 2012 18:02:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/804888</guid>
		<description>Jeepers, we just went to see the kitty of the day, but nobuddy is home.  I am just scratchin my head ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, we just went to see the kitty of the day, but nobuddy is home.  I am just scratchin my head...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Brutus</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/804417</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Nov 2012 16:42:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/804417</guid>
		<description>Hey, a storm guy named Brutus came to our house today.  He comed from the southwest, but the snow is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, a storm guy named Brutus came to our house today.  He comed from the southwest, but the snow is blowin kinda siderways toward the south.  Mama sez our Canadian friends sent us this nice wind.  We are sposed to get bout 12-14 inchers of snow, but mama does not worry.  We do not have to go anywhere for awhile, and mama's truck, Sapphire, gots 4-wheel drive.  Mama worries more bout the nuther drivers, specially those who do not know 4-wheel drive is not 4-wheel stop!  The storm will last bout two and a half or three days, and then Brutus will go away.

Where daddy lives in Havre, they got a blizzard warnin until Saturday mornin.  Daddy has a big Dodge Ram, but it is a diesel, and they are wimps in cold weather.  Daddy has to plug his truck in if it even gets below bout 20 degrees, and he does not got no garage like mama does for Sapphire.

Mama does not mind the bad weather, but she sez it is not good for our budget.  What's a budget?  Mama sez it is so comfy in the offis sittin in front of our computer and... SHOPSTERIN!

Mama ordered a hollerday dress for the Peekster.  It is red on top with a red bow and a red, green, and white plaid skirt.  I am gettin a new white collar with a red bow tie and a cute coat thingie with tails.  I think there might a Kissmouse photo shoot at our house soon.

Peekie and I are not sposed to know, but mama ordered a new bed for us for Kissmouse.  I was peekin over her shoulder when she thought I was napsterin in the chair.  The bed looks real snuggly like our blueberry bed.  One of us is almost always in the blueberry bed.  When Peekie leaves, I hop in the bed.  Then when I leave, Peekie hops back in.  

Mama is thinkin she should leave the new bed in the livin room cuz when we watch TV I nap on my beloved otter-mun or next to mama, but the Peekster comes out and curls up on the carpet.  If mama gets the blueberry bed and brings it out in the livin room, Peekie usually goes right in.  Mama is hopin Peekie will speshly like the new bed and be more soshable when we are in the livin room.  

Mama bought Angry Birds Star Wars today for her Kindle Fire.  I catnot wait to help mama kill piggies!  I speshly like the sound the piggies make.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnarr the Brave</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/803179</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Oct 2012 17:11:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/803179</guid>
		<description>Mama sez I am a very brave kitty.  Saturday mama and daddy took me and the Peekster to Petco where t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama sez I am a very brave kitty.  Saturday mama and daddy took me and the Peekster to Petco where they were havin a Howlween photo shoot.  Mama likes to help me and Peekie become what she calls "worldly."  I guess that means that we are not sposed to get skared all the time.  Anyway, it was cold and snowin and windy.  Daddy carried me and Peekie in our carriers with mama runnin behind carryin all our stuff.  Peekie's little princess dress was even steamed out and hangin on a teensy hanger and covered with plastic so it would not be all wrinkly and wet.  

I had to go first cuz mama knewed it would take a while to get the Peekster out and get her dressed.  I think she was hopin I would set a good example cuz mama and daddy turned Peekie's carrier so she could see me gettin my pictures. Mama sed the place where they were takin the pictures was better than where they usually do it, but it was still kinda skary.  Mama put my Howlween collar on me and carried me over and put me on the bench.  Nun-uh; I was not gonna sit there all alone.  Mama got a treat and gave it to me, but I was too nervus to eat it.  I was ready to run away REAL fast, but then the nice scarecrow said I could sit with her.  She was  pretty cute, so I decidered it might be nice to let her hold me while the nice lady with the camera pointed it at me and went "snappety snap."  After a few pictures, daddy wanted me to wear my tie.  Mama didn't think it would work very well, but they tried it anyway becuz daddy bought me the tie and wanted me to wear it so bad in the pictures.  It seemed like a long, long time, but finally mama said I was done and could go back in my carrier.  Usually I try to back out, but I was real happy to see my carrier with the nice comfy bed and blankie, so I went right in.  

To find out what happened to the Peekster, you will have to read her diary.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Howlween</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/802499</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Oct 2012 15:09:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/802499</guid>
		<description>I was feelin bad cuz everbuddy but me seemed to have a Howlween picture.  Missy has hers, and even t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was feelin bad cuz everbuddy but me seemed to have a Howlween picture.  Missy has hers, and even the Peekster had somethin mama could use for Howlween, but not me.  

Today mama got home from a pointment and decidered the Peekster and I should practis wearin our Howlween costooms before we go to Petco for their Howlween photo shoot.

Peekie got her costoom on first, and she was bein so good, mama got the camera out and started takin pictures.  She got out my Howlween collar with the jingle bells, and I wored that for awhile.  Then mama got my fav-rit outfit.  It is a little Howlween tie with skulls on it.  Daddy found it at Petco while he and mama were shopsterin, and daddy bought it for me.

Just in case mama and daddy do not have time to set up our home studio, (fabric draped chair and an extra lamp in the livin room) mama tooked a few pictures of me and the Peekster while we were practisin wearin our costooms.  I look kinda sprised cuz mama akshly managed to whistle at me.  I am hopin for good pictures from the Petco shoot, but it might be too skary.  Then I would have to run away.  If that happens, the Petco peeples lock the doors, and all the peeples in the store will chaser me.  If mama has some treets, I might just come right back to her, but I have not decidered yet.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It Wasn't Me!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/801414</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 15:50:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/801414</guid>
		<description>The Peekster has a new video on her page.  It is called Peekie's Earth Angel Wings.  Anyhoo, there i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Peekster has a new video on her page.  It is called Peekie's Earth Angel Wings.  Anyhoo, there is a kitty who looks just like me who is bein naughty and makin mama yell.  And yell.  And yell.  See, the problem is it is not me.  It just looks like me.   Somekitty is imposterin me and tryin to get me in trubl.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Barkcodes</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/801386</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 13:24:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/801386</guid>
		<description>Mama bought me and the Peekster these cool new ID tags.  They are called barkcodes (www.barkcode dot ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama bought me and the Peekster these cool new ID tags.  They are called barkcodes (www.barkcode dot com).  They have these thingies called QR codes that celler phones can read.  You do not even have to have a smart phone; any celler phone will work.  We got the smaller taggies for kitties, and they were not even very spensive.  

Peekie's taggie is Peekaboo pink with a white heart on the front.  Mine is dark blue with a white paw print, and it says "Help Me Home."  Kinda cool...

Today mama went to the webbysite and claimed our codes and made us profile pages.  It tooked awhile cuz there is lotsa infomashuns to enter, but now our profile pages are all done.  Mama told both me and the Peekster she hopes nobuddy ever has to use em, but she thinks it is just an extra protekshun.  Peekie and I both have microchips, but the little taggies might be easier for somebuddy to use if we got lostered and they found us.  

If ya ever wear a collar or harness when you are travelerin, check it out and see what ya think.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Costooms are Here, The Costooms are Here!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/800860</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Oct 2012 20:08:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/800860</guid>
		<description>Today mama came back from the mailer box with a brown packaj.  Inside was a sparkly pink dress.  I k ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today mama came back from the mailer box with a brown packaj.  Inside was a sparkly pink dress.  I knew that costoom was not mine, so I tried to be pashunt until mama got the nuther stuff out.  Sides the pink dress there was a white satin collar with a black bow tie.  Pretty spiffy.  There was a black cape with a stand-up red collar and trim. Both those nuther things are mine.  Mama let me try em on.  The cape was sorta skary.  It was kinda small, like for scrawny kitties, not a mancat like me, so mama foldered down the collar, and then I liked it better.  Mama decidered to get me used to wearin the cape by doin treats.  For some reason (MOL) mama always thinks I would be the one to get lost, so she trained me to come and sit up for treats.  She keeps tellin daddy that if I ever akserdently got outside, she could call me with a treat, and I would come to her and sit, and then she could grab me. I do not know if that is true, but I will do it in the house.  Mama called me, sayin "Gunnarr, come."  I came to her and waited.  Then she said "sit."  I did.  Then she said "up," and I sat up on my hinder leggies.  Then she gave me a lishus treat.  We did that a few times, and pretty soon I forgot I had my cape on.  Do not tell mama, but I did not mind the cape much, but I know how to get extra treats!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Summer is Over</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/799394</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Oct 2012 11:56:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/799394</guid>
		<description>Ummmmmmm, I think summer in Big Sky Country is over.  Mama sez there are some cold fronts comin down ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ummmmmmm, I think summer in Big Sky Country is over.  Mama sez there are some cold fronts comin down from Canada, and they will be here in the next coupla days.  Thanks, Canadian friends, for makin today probly the last time mama has to mow the lawn.  Anyway, today it is bout 80, tomorrow it will be bout 60, and Wednesday mama sez the high will be 40!  The weatherman is sayin rain and even some snow.  We do not want snow at our house, but it would be real nice if it snowed in the mountains and helped put out the forest fires.  The nuther night mama akshly thought our neighbors had a fire in their fire pit in the back yard, but it smelled like a giant campsterfire everywhere round here.  It was smoke from all the fires.  The clouds came rollin in and trapped all the smoke, and it still smelled like a giant campsterfire the next mornin.

Peekie and I might get a few more stroller rides, but are glad we got our blueberry bed to snuggle in.  The last few nights I have been pawin at mama in the middler of the night so she will let me under the covers.  See, sumtimes Peekie steals the blueberry bed in the middler of the night, and I get kinda chilly.  If I paw hard enuff, mama lifts up the covers.  Then I go underneath, turn around, and snuggle right next to mama.  She pets me under the covers for awhile until I get too warm, and then I slink up and outta the top of the covers.  Course, if I get chilly again, I do the same thing however many times I need to each night.  Sumtimes I think mama does not fully preshiate my snugglin, but she lets me back under the covers anyway.

Peekie and I supervised mama and grampster yesterday when they put the air condishuner to bed for the season, and then we helped mama when she harvested our catnipshun plant again.  Mama sez we got enuff nip for an army now, but she hates to waste it.  Peekie and I got nipped on the reject stems and the not-so-perfect leaves that mama did not put in the thingie to dry.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chickies?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/798920</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Sep 2012 19:29:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/798920</guid>
		<description>I got my first punkin of the season from Miss Kaci Sunshine, so I guess it is gettin to be fall.  Th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got my first punkin of the season from Miss Kaci Sunshine, so I guess it is gettin to be fall.  The trees are turnin colors, and sumtimes in the nighttime I get underneath the covers with mama.

When fall comes, that means Howl-ween is not far off.  Mama thinks I did not see her with the chickie hat in her hand, but I did.  Maybee instead of a photo shoot for Howl-ween, mama could use the new camcorder for makin videos of me and the Peekster runnin away when she tries to put the chickie hat on us.  

Oh, now mama sez maybee the Peekster can be the chickie, and I can wear Missy Mups' devil horns.  Ummmmm...that might not be so bad.  Mama sez the devil horns are red with sparkles. 

Yesssssssssssssssssssssss!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks a Bunch!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/797971</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Sep 2012 11:08:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/797971</guid>
		<description>Jeepers, I got lotsa pirate flaggies wavin on my page.  Thanks to all the kitties and pups who gave  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, I got lotsa pirate flaggies wavin on my page.  Thanks to all the kitties and pups who gave me those awesome flags!  Mama was not home for most of the day yesterday, so the Peekster and I sailed our pirate ships.  My ship is called the Revenge, and I am the Commander.  My crew is made up of loyal tabbies, and they are terrific sailer cats.  We sailed and sailed to a far away island.  When we weighed anchor, we went ashore and found a treasure chest!  It was fulla catnip and kitty treats and all kindsa cool stuff.  Cuz it was gettin late, we sailed home, dividered our plunder, and left the Revenge in a sheltered cove.  I was napsterin on the ottermun when mama got home, and she did not even know bout my adventure.

On anuther subject, I wanna pollergize bout not gettin my thank-yous out when I kept gettin DDP's.  It was bout the same time Peekie was Kitty of the Week, and we were gettin ready to go on vacashun.  We had three vacashuns right in a row, and mama could not find enuff time to help both me and the Peekster come to Catster and send our notes of thanks.  

We are both so grateful to have such wonderful friends.  We just hope you can forgive us.  If you can, we pawmise it won't happen again, even if we have to poke mama with a real sharp stick.  Maybee we would even have to let daddy do the laundry or somethin.  Ooh, that could be danjrus...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Danger!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/797033</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Sep 2012 20:42:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/797033</guid>
		<description>The Peekster and I have started a nuther adventure here in beeeeeutiful Virgelle, Montana.  We got t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Peekster and I have started a nuther adventure here in beeeeeutiful Virgelle, Montana.  We got to cross the Missouri River on the Virgelle ferry.  The Peekster thought mama and daddy were lettin us ride a fairy, but they are not real.  After we got here, the Peekster hided under one of the beds for awhile, but then she got too kurius and started eksplorin.

After dinner, Garfy showed up, but mama and daddy could not let him stay.  Mama always feels bad cuz she sez he is very cute, but he probly does not got no shots, and he probly does got fleas.  Anyway, Peekie and I do not get to play with Garfy.

Later just bout dark, mama and daddy were sittin on the porch relaxin.  They heard a terbl kitty cat noise.  Mama thought it was a strange sound to be comin from me.  Mama got up and found Garfy right at the screen door all mad and wantin to hurt the Peekster.  Peekie was just sittin there lookin at Garfy and wonderin why he was bein so mean.  Mama and daddy made a buncha loud noise so Garfy would go home, and then  they comed inside and closed the door.

Now we are relaxin inside and waitin to see if the coyotes will sing for us tonight.

Tomorrow mama and daddy promise we can go strollin round Virgelle.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Copper Kitty</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/796833</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Sep 2012 11:26:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/796833</guid>
		<description>Hey, everbuddy; I gotta tell ya a story bout a cool kitty who lives in Helena, Montana.  He is not o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, everbuddy; I gotta tell ya a story bout a cool kitty who lives in Helena, Montana.  He is not on Catster, but he should be. His name is Copper cuz of the color of his eyes.  He is orange and white, and he gots long furs like the Peekster.  

Copper was at a shelter in Helena when his mama founded him and decided to let him adopt her.  She runs an anteek mall in Helena called Golden Girls.  After Copper adopted his mama, she decidered to take him to work and see how he liked it.  Copper liked workin so much he decidered he wanted to live at the anteek mall.  It is in an old buildin with an upstairs, and Copper gets to go anywhere he wants!  That includes layin on the counter where ya pay for stuff so he can greet customers.  There is a sign on the door that sez somethin like "Don't let the cat out; he lives here," and he even gots a coupla giant cage thingies outside with little hammocks and stuff.  When the weather is nice, Copper gets to go out in his cage thingies and watch all the peeples goin by on Last Chance Gulch.

Mama catnot pet nuther kitties cuz of Peekie's dizease, but she loves greetin Copper when she and daddy go anteekin.  When we were in Helena a few days ago mama and daddy went to Golden Girls.  They were in the very last part of the store lookin around.  There was a display case with glass stuff in it right next to a big china cabinet that was real tall.  While mama and daddy were standin there, Copper jumped on the display case.  He looked at mama and daddy like he was sayin "watch this!"  Then he leaped up onto the top of the china cabinet.  While mama was tryin to recover from her shockiness, daddy went around to the nuther side of the cabinet.  Daddy tooked down a little pickernik basket that was on top, and there was Copper.  When he saw daddy lookin at him, Copper stretched out and hanged one of his paws off the edge and turned over on his back and looked at daddy upside down and gave daddy a big smile.  Later mama asked Copper's mama if he did that often, and she said "oh, all the time."  Geez, every time I try somethin like that at home I get yelled at.

So, kitties, that is Copper's story.  Long may he rule Golden Girls.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nip Harvest</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/796651</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 18:51:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/796651</guid>
		<description>Jeepers, where did summer go?  It was here just a minut ago.  We are ekspectin freezy temperatures i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, where did summer go?  It was here just a minut ago.  We are ekspectin freezy temperatures in Big Sky Country tonight.  

Yesterday mama moved the huge mater plants to the shed until the maters are done ripenin.  Every day when it is nice mama can open the double shed doors and let the mater plants have some sunshine for finishin the maters.  Mama gives em just enuff water to keep em goin for awhile longer.

Today mama was out diggin hugerest plants outta the garden so she could plant her new plants.  They are called coneflowers, but I do not know what is so coney bout em.  They just looked like little green plants to me and the Peekster.  Mama is more determined than intellergunt cuz she broked another shovel tryin to pry a huge lily out.  She digged lilies, sage, fennel, and lavender plants outta the garden.  Mama sez this time next year maybee we will have more flowers instead of what she calls a "sea of green."

Cuz it might freeze tonight, mama harvested Peekie's and my nip.  She cutted it pretty short with some sissers.  Then she brought it in in a tray and started fixin it while she was watchin the evenin news.  Peekie and I are spoiled cuz mama is real particular bout our nip.  She cuts the leaves off and spreads em out to dry, but they can onliest be the nice leaves.  Crinkly brown yucky stuff does not make the cut.  Peekie got pretty stranj cuz mama was cuttin the good leaves off, and then she let us play with the stems.  The livin room carpet smelled pretty nippy by the time mama finished, and the Peekster was worned out from rollin around in the nip.  I think she ate some too.  Then she crashed.  I like the nip pretty much too, but I would NEVER get all silly like my baby sister.  After all, I am a mancat and a pirate to boot...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Woohoo, Home!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/796513</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Sep 2012 20:06:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/796513</guid>
		<description>I am real glad to be home.  Mama and daddy sed they never had such a terbl vacashun, but at least no ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am real glad to be home.  Mama and daddy sed they never had such a terbl vacashun, but at least nothun bad happened to me and the Peekster.  I guess I was kinda mean to Peekie.  I told her she better not get lostered outside at night or those coyotes that camed in the RV Park would eat her up!  Then she looked so skared I felt bad.

I pulled a trick on mama yesterday.  I never fuss in my carrier while we are on the road, so when I started to wail just before we got to the truck stopper place, mama thought I had to go potty.  While daddy fueled up the big noisy truck, mama took me in the campsterer to go potty.  Imagine her sprise when she put me in the potty and I looked at her like "Are you crazy, lady? I do NOT need the potty!"  I did get a few minutes of pets and mama time, but then she shoved me back in my carrier, and daddy strapped me back in.  After that it did not take long to get home.  

While we were gone, mama's new camcorder thingie camed.  She and daddy played with it a little bit, and I am pretty sure we are takin it to Virgelle.  Mama catnot wait to film me and the Peekster.  I am pretty sure I will be the star cuz I am way cooler than Peekie, but the Peekster sez she will be the star because she does cute better.  

We love goin to Virgelle.  We stay in a bigger cabin now.  It has two big beds, so Peekie and I have a napsterin and playin bed for the daytime.  The windows have wide ledge thingies so I can lay in the window and watch for that kitty who lives with the ferry mistress.  His name is Garfield, and he wants to meet me pretty bad.  I think I could take him, but mama and daddy say he is awful street smart.  

I do not think the ferry mistress will take us across the river cuz we are not really goin nowhere, but daddy sez if Unkl Jimmy is runnin the ferry on the weekend he might take us all the way across the river and back just for fun.  I sure hope Unkl Jimmy is there.

Thanks to everykitty and all their peeples for purrin for our daddy.  He seems lots better.  Now if mama just does not catch whatever daddy had, we can go have some fun this weekend.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Purrs for Daddy?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/796269</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 8 Sep 2012 18:17:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/796269</guid>
		<description>Our vacashun is not workin out quite the way we planned it.  Our daddy is feelin pretty sick, and he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Our vacashun is not workin out quite the way we planned it.  Our daddy is feelin pretty sick, and he has been for the last few days.  Poor daddy has to get us home safe tomorrow drivin the big noisy truck and pullin the campster trailer through Wolf Creek Canyon.  

If anybuddy has some purrs to spare, we would be REAL grateful.  We just wanna get home safe and get our daddy well.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Weal Wabbit</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/796175</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 7 Sep 2012 19:00:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/796175</guid>
		<description>Jeepers, we had an adventure alreddy.  Last night the Peekster and I were watching TV out the screen ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, we had an adventure alreddy.  Last night the Peekster and I were watching TV out the screen door in the campster.  It was what mama and daddy call prime time programmin.  All of a sudden daddy said to mama “Look, there's a rabbit.”  Mama looked out and did not see no bunny, so she thought daddy was pullin her leg.  I looked, and he was not. Anyway, the bunny hopstered underneath our neighbors' little sports car.  I am happy to report it was not a little blue sports car like I want, or it woulda made me real unhappy.  Anyway, back to the rabbit story...  Pretty soon the cute little bunny rabbit camed hopsterin out from underneath the car.  He was lookin hard at our little patch of green grass in the campstersite.  I guess he did not see me and the Peekster spyin on him, cuz he kept hopping straight at our door!  Even when he got real close, he did not seem skared of two ferocious hunters waitin to eat him up.  He nibbled some grass and hopped all around until I guess he was full.  Mama and daddy were real quiet at the table so they would not scare our TV star away too soon.  After awhile the bunny musta decidered he had eaten all the good stuff in our tiny yard, so he hopped away looking for nums-nums somewhere else.  After meetin the fake bunnies at the Black Rabbit RV Park in Hamilton, meetin a real cottontail bunny was pretty cool.

That is my remote reportin from Helena, Montana.  I think the Peekster has a nuther story to tell.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gettin on the Pony Again</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/795841</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Sep 2012 18:34:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/795841</guid>
		<description>Daddy is back from his performances in Nevada City, and we are gettin ready to hit the road again.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daddy is back from his performances in Nevada City, and we are gettin ready to hit the road again.  This time our trip is only a coupla hours.  That will be good for the Peekster.  Maybe she will not howl at all this time.  She onliest did it a coupla times on the way to Hamilton and back.  

Our housesitter is reddy to take cares of all our stuff at home, and Peekie and I are takin our blue hotrod stroller with us.  There is a nice paved path thingie that runs along the road near the campsterground, so mama and daddy can stroll us for a long, long way without havin to be very close to the big trucks and stuff that scares me and the Peekster sometimes.

We are sorry we did not have time to thank everykitty yet for all the prezunts we have gotten the last coupla weeks, but we are still hopesterin to do it soon.  The onliest problem is we will get home on a Monday and leave again the next Friday.  The next time it will be our last vacashun for this year with mama and daddy.  After that we may get some staycations with lotsa playin and stroller rides around our neighborhood.

I think the wifi thingie at the Lincoln Road RV Park is better than that silly fake black rabbit place, so maybe Peekie and I can write a coupla reports.  We hope we are gonna have a cool adventure.

We will see you all when we get back.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Short Changed on My Birthday</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/795418</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 31 Aug 2012 21:54:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/795418</guid>
		<description>Jeepers, mama was sittin here in front of the computer, and all of a sudden she realized I am gonna  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, mama was sittin here in front of the computer, and all of a sudden she realized I am gonna be three whole years old tomorrow, September 1.  I guess there won't be much celebratin cuz daddy is goned this weekend for the Hangin of Jack Slade in Nevada City, and mama is gettin the campster ready for us to leave again.  Maybee when daddy gets back, we can have a party.  Oh, wait a minute.  No... Mama and daddy will be shopsterin and packin and stuff.  Maybee they are plannin a late sprise party when we get to Helena.  

Mama sez she remembers the first time she saw me.  I was just a baby, and I was playin with a buncha bigger kittens at my foster mom's house.  There was a toy I wanted, and some of the nuther kittens were tryin to take it.  I got the toy in my teeth and started playin tug of war, and mama sez I was growlerin like a junk yard dog.  That is when mama knew my purrs-nality would be good for travelerin cuz I was so bold.  

Mama had already picked out a name for me by lookin at my picture on the Pet Paw-See website.  She named me Gunnarr with two R's cuz that is the old Norse spellin.  It means warrior or battler.  It seemed to fit right from the very beginnin.  My great-great grammie camed to this country on a ship from Norway, so that is my Norsky connection. The T in my name is for Tiger cuz I am one of those too.  I guess there are Bengal tigers, Siberian tigers, and Norsky tigers.  

Daddy did not get to go meet me at the foster mom's house.  When he first saw me I was already his and mama's little boy.  Mama brought me out and put me in daddy's arms, and daddy got this look of wonder on his face.  Then he started playin real cool games with me.  When he put me down on the floor and could see my markins, he said to mama "He looks like a wild thing."  It is funny now cuz he did not know then just how right he was.  I was a wild thing.  I was reckerless and crazy.  I did all sorts of ummmmmm, well kinda naughty stuff.  I would probly still do some of it, but I would make sure mama and daddy were not around to see me.  

I am so lucky cuz I do not ever remember a time when I was not loved and taken cares of.  Some people might even think I am spoiled, and they are RIGHT!  Little Gunnarr T grew up to become Gunnarr T, mancat, and all is right with the world.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/795102</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Aug 2012 12:57:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/795102</guid>
		<description>Peekie and I and mama and daddy are home from our vacashun.  It seemed like a long trip, and mama an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Peekie and I and mama and daddy are home from our vacashun.  It seemed like a long trip, and mama and daddy were real tired by the time they got me and the Peekster all set up in the house and got all mama's junk out of the campster.  Daddy does not take much, so mama makes up for that with even more stuff.  

I found out a sekrut, and it does not make me happy.  Those black rabbits at the Black Rabbit RV Park are fake rabbits!  Mama and daddy did not tell us until we left, but the man at the campsterground said they used ta have rabbits, but they were eatin on everythin, so they trapped em and sended em away.  Then they got fake black bunnies for the campsterground.  Those are the bunnies who would not talk to me and the Peekster.  No wonder!  Peekie even got her feelins hurted cuz she thought the rabbits did not like her.  

We just barely got home, and we are gettin reddy to leave again.  In zactly one week we will be on the road again to spend some time in our state capital, Helena.  

We gotta pollergize cuz Peekie and I got so many p-mails and prezunts and good wishies while we were goned, and mama has not had time to thank hardly anykitty yet.  I do not think she will get it done before we leave again.

We hope sumday we will get to p-mail every kitty who sended us good wishies or prezunts and thank em purrsonally, but for now, please forgive us.  We love you all giant bunches, and we are so pleased and grateful that you honored Peekie when she was kitty of the week and me when I was gettin DDP's.  Your friendship means the world to us.

Now I gotta go get my tiny suitercase ready for the next trip.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Black Rabbits</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/794486</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Aug 2012 17:37:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/794486</guid>
		<description>Hey, everbuddy.  It is Gunnie Gunnarrson, cub reporter reportin from Hamilton, Montana.  We are at t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, everbuddy.  It is Gunnie Gunnarrson, cub reporter reportin from Hamilton, Montana.  We are at the Black Rabbit campsterground. Peekie and I went strollerin round the campsterground yesterday.  Mama and daddy tooked us over to the offis, and we got to meet the black rabbits.  They are cool.  They got HUGE ears, and they are sittin on neether side of the sidewalk and guardin the campsterground offis.  Daddy tooked our picture in our stroller in front of the offis so ya can all see the black rabbits.  I think they do not move very much cuz they are taking their guard rabbit job real serious.  

This evenin there was a bagpipin guy practisin in the campsterground, but mama already had the computer out and was lookin at our pictures, so we could not go see.  Mama wanted me and the Peekster to hear real bagpipin music, but daddy was not so sure.  

We have not been reportin cuz the internet thingie here is not so good.  Mama and daddy had to go sit right behind the offis to get connectered with their Kindle Fires.  Then mama got out the laptop, and we can use it right here in our campster trailer.  Mama sez the connection is not “skure,” whatever that means, so we hafta be careful where we go.

Peekie had some adventures, and I think she will write in her diary too.

This is Gunnie Gunnarrson, cub reporter, signin off for now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Smacked!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/793774</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Aug 2012 19:21:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/793774</guid>
		<description>The nuther day mama was workin and workin in the house.  I wanted ta help, so I went into the bathyr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The nuther day mama was workin and workin in the house.  I wanted ta help, so I went into the bathyroom to see what she was doin.  When I was a kitten, I kept gettin into the cupboard by the window seat, so mama asked daddy to put magnetic thingies on so I could not open the door and get into stuff.  Daddy put the thingies on, and they are kinda hard to open.  I decided to jump up on the window seat and help mama at the very samest second that the door catch let loose.  

WHAM!  Somethin smacked me in the side, and I turned around while I was still in the air, jumped down, and runned away.  I thought mama hit me real hard.  Meanwhile mama was so skared I was hurt, she comed runnin after me.  I looked back and saw her chaserin me and runned even faster.  Finally I crawled under my otter-mun and laid down.  Mama came and got down on the floor and talked real soft to me and told me she was sorry.  Then she gently pulled me out from underneath the otter-mun.  She started goin all over my body with her hands trying to see if I was hurt.  Bout then I realized it musta beened an accerdent cuz mama would never hit me, nope, not never for any reason.  Mama started with my face, then my neck, front leggies, back, ribs, hinder leggies, and then my tail.  I didn't cry or flinch, so she was hopin I was OK.  The whole day she kept comin and findin me and makin sure I was OK and not hurtened.

Mama was upset with me cuz she sez I am always underfoot and someday I'm gonna get hurt.  I like to sneak up behind her so when she takes a step backward she has to do a dance to keep from steppin on me.  Sometimes I lay down in the hall when it is dark in the house, and then she almost steps on me.  Nuther times I run right in front of her when she is carrying somethin.  Even though mama tells me I am gonna get hurt, I never beleeve her cuz I just don't think it will ever happen.  

Then the door thing happened, and mama was happy I didn't get hurt, but she thought maybee it would teach me a lesson.  Nope, no way, not even.  I am still right there stickin my nosey little nose where it does not belong and gettin underfoot all the time.  

Today we are gettin ready to go on vacashun, and guess what?  My punkin is already in the freezer in the campsterer.  I think I am good to go!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sisters and Bad, Bad Storms</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/793212</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Aug 2012 14:42:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/793212</guid>
		<description>Well, scuze the pun, but my sister, Peekie, is all &quot;puffed up&quot; cuz she just got a DDP and new pictur ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, scuze the pun, but my sister, Peekie, is all "puffed up" cuz she just got a DDP and new pictures and waaaaaaaaay too much attenshun, both from mama and our Catster friends.

Last night a cold front blew in.  When I say blew, I mean BLEW in.  Mama and I were watchin the telbishun, and it started makin this funny noise.  I got kinda startled, but mama told me not to worry; it was just the severe storm warnin thingie.  Most of our storms come in from the southwest, but this one was comin from Canada.  Hey, Squirrel and Kitcat, didja send your bad weather down here?  Anyway, mama went outside and took down our umbrella.  It was only bout five minutes later that all heck broke loose.  The wind was comin straight at our deck and our maters and our big front window.  Everything was rattlin and blowin around.  It made me nervus, but mama just kept watchin the telbishun and pettin me and sayin it would be OK.  There wasn't even any thunder or lightnin, just lotsa wind.  When mama looked out our big window, she could barely see.  There was somethin that looked like smoke or dust blowin straight at our house. Mostly the bad part of the storm was over by bout 9 clocks, and then mama and Peekie and I all went to the beddyroom and readed for awhile.  In the middle of the night lotsa rains camed, and it got pretty cool.

When grampster called this mornin, he said lotsa peeples in town lost their elek-tricity, and it did not come back on for hours.  There was a big fire just north of town at a place called Hill 57.  Mama's cousin told grampster the fire trucks could not even get to the fire cuz so many peeples were out watchin it and blockin traffic, and the police mans were writing lotsa tickets.  

This mornin when mama went outside, there were leaf thingies everywhere all over the lawn.  All our chair cushions were blowed around on the deck, one of our little end table thingies was dumped off the deck into the fern garden, and boy were our mater plants beat up!  At first mama did not notice the birdie house that was all wonky, but later she and grampster fixed it.  Mostly mama spent lotsa time tryin to fix the maters.  Some branches would  not stay up, so mama tooked giant rubberbands and tied em to the cages.  They don't look very nice, but mama just wants the maters to get finished so she and daddy can eat em all up.  The storm blowed in lotsa weeds, and mama walked around in the cold wind and rain and picked up all the stuff that was blowed against the fence.  Now we are spendin the rest of the day inside where it is warm.

They say if you don't like the weather in Big Sky Country, just wait 10 minutes; it will change.  I wonder if it is snowin today in Glacier Park?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Monday DDP and Nuther Stuff</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/792211</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Aug 2012 10:29:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/792211</guid>
		<description>Jeepers, I was a DDP yesterday.  I could not even write nuthin cuz I have not beened in trubl for tw ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, I was a DDP yesterday.  I could not even write nuthin cuz I have not beened in trubl for two whole days, so I had nuthin to say.  Thanks to the friends who gave me congratulashuns and prezunts.  It is much appreciated!

Today mama and Peekie and I are gonna do more scannin.  I love scannin cuz mama has stuff all over the place, lotsa papers, and the scannin thingie makes funny noises.

Mama is really gettin into this family history thing.  She and her sister (our auntie) are playin a game cuz my great grammie was a writer.  She wrote artikls for western maggerzines.  Now mama and my auntie are playin a game tryin to find the maggerzines that have great grammie's artikls in em, and they are buyin the maggerzines from E-Bay.

For any kitty mamas and daddies who are workin on their family history, mama founded a really neato webbysite.  It is called findagrave.com.  Peeples go out to the cemeteries and take pictures of the headstones, and they make a memorial page for the person who crossed the bridge.  It is world wide, so anybuddy lookin for relatives can search by name or cemetery and maybe find their relatives.  Mama is addin more info-mashuns to some of the memorials for her loved ones.

Peekie and I are lookin forward to the scannin, not so much to the findagrave work.  When mama goes there, we have to help by comin into the offis and meowerin that we are starvin.  If that does not work, I get the Peekster to go up to mama and stand on her hinder leggies, paw softly at mama's leg, and cry real pitiful.  That usually works to get mama's attenshuns, and then she will give us some foodages.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Such a Bizzy Day</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/791771</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Aug 2012 18:38:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/791771</guid>
		<description>Wow!  I had the bizziest day today.  Mama was workin on her family history.  She was makin folders a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow!  I had the bizziest day today.  Mama was workin on her family history.  She was makin folders and sortin papers.  She kept gettin up and leavin the papers, so I thought she probly needed a buncha helps gettin everything done.  While she was gone, I pawed at the papers.  Some moved real easy and some not so easy, but I kept workin and workin until I got em all rearranged nice and messy.

Did I ever tell ya how much I love plastic?  Mama forgotted and left the plastic wrappin stuff from the packaj of folders layin on the floor.  While she was workin on the puter, she heard a funny noise.  She turned around and caught me lickin my beloved plastic wrapper thingie.  

What happened next I catnot even beleeve.  She YELLED at me.  Then she shook her finger at me, and then she jumped up out of her chair and started comin toward me and my plastic wrappin thingie.  I turned and runned away real fast.  It was easy to get away cuz mama is not nearly as fast as me.  That was the good part.  The bad part is she took my plastic wrappin thingie.  She wadded it all up and throwed it in the garbages can in the kitchen.  It has a lid that I catnot open, so it is goned forever.

Somehow I do not think mama really grasps how much I helped her cuz she did not even say thank you.

After workin so hard my paws were tired and my tongue too from lickin the plastic wrappin stuff, so I spent the afternoon napsterin in our stroller.  

Hey, I wonder if we're gonna work on family history again tomorrow?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Our Forest is Burnin</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/791165</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 31 Jul 2012 17:18:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/791165</guid>
		<description>Mama is real sad tonight.  All day long there has beened a huge plume of smoke hangin to the north o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama is real sad tonight.  All day long there has beened a huge plume of smoke hangin to the north of our town.  It kinda looks like Peekie's tail onliest when she is layin down.  It sorta looks like clouds, but it is not white, more like whitish-yellow, and it is spreadin toward the east.  For the first time ever mama sawed a fire fightin helicaflopter flyin right past our house.  It had thingies mama called twin rotors and a funny little oranj bucket thingie hangin down.  Mama is not sure why it kept comin back and forth cuz the fires are further away from us, and there is water lots closer than the river here.

Lightening caused three fires in the Bob Marshall Wilderness.  They were reported by the fire spotter lady at the lookout on Patrol Mountin.  Mama and grampster hiked to the lookout once.  It tooked em bout four hours to go up and bout that long to get back down.  The lookout is WAY high on the top of the mountin on a little flat piece of solid rock. Two of the fires have burned right into each nuther, and the third one is so close they are startin to call it a "complex."  It is called the Rapid Creek Fire Complex.  

Anyway, the sad part is it is burnin straight toward mama's beloved Benchmark.  Grampster's childhood friend has a cabin there, and mama and grammie and grampster used to go there all the time.  Sumtimes they would stay at the cabin, and sumtimes they would stay in a big campsterground nearby.  There is an air strip there where all the rich peeples used ta fly in.  It was riginally for fire fightin, but for lotsa years they never needed it for that.  Now it is probly buzzin with activity.  See the airstrip is over a mile long.  A jumbo jet could land on it; it just could never leave cuz it could not get high enuff to get over the mountins cuz they are HUGE.  Anyway, they fly in peeples to fight the fires, and then they hafta hike back into the wilderness with all their quipments.  

There is only one ridge left between the fire and mama's beloved Benchmark, and this evenin they issued mandatory evacuashuns from the area.  They are settin up roadblocks, closin the hikin and horsie trails, and makin all the peeples leave.  Mama sez the horsies and mules probly wanna leave pretty bad, so they will be happy. 

Mama is gonna say her prayers tonight and ask for Benchmark to be spared.  Peekie and I hope Benchmark will be OK cuz we have never beened there, and we wanna see Patrol Mountin and Double Falls and the campstergrounds and Wood Lake and...everything all green and beeeeutiful just like it is now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am a Punkinhead</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/790643</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Jul 2012 17:38:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/790643</guid>
		<description>Well, I have eatened almost a whole can of Libby's 100% pure punkin.  Mama saw I was gettin low on p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I have eatened almost a whole can of Libby's 100% pure punkin.  Mama saw I was gettin low on punkin, so she boughted a new can.  Today I got less than a week's worth of little frozen punkin bits, so mama showed how much she loves me.  She gotted out some parchymunt paper, some cookie bakin sheets, a knife thingie, and a tsp.  What's a tsp?  Oh, mama sez it is a teaspoon for measurin.  Anyway, mama lined the cookie bakin sheets with parchymunt paper.  Then she measured out 89 teaspoonfuls of punkin.  She scoopered out each one from the teaspoon with the knife thingie.  I think maybee, just maybee mama was gettin kinda tired of scoopin punkin outta the can, but she finished every little bit she could scrape out.  Then she put both sheets in the freezin thingie.  Mama sez when the punkins get good and cold she will take em out and store em in a baggie.  We can even take some on vacashun cuz I am such a punkin head now, I will not even eat my tasty wild stuff until I get my mornin punkin ration.  If mama does not get it for me, I just sit there by my dishy looking up at her all sad like.  Then when she gets the punkin, I squeak so funny it makes daddy laugh.  Then I eat my punkin real fast in case the Peekster decides she wants it.  After that I can eat my tasty wild stuff all up.  Yum; I LOVE punkin.  

If it sez Libby's, Libby's, Libby's on the label, label, label...  Anybuddy member that little jingle?

P.S. I do not.  I am not old enuff.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Me?  A DDP?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/789717</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Jul 2012 10:44:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/789717</guid>
		<description>And now I am a poet too.  OK, so it is a real short poem and not very good neether, but I tried.

 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And now I am a poet too.  OK, so it is a real short poem and not very good neether, but I tried.

Thanks, Catster, for makin me a DDP today, and thanks to my cool friends for the congratulashuns and prezunts too.

Our daddy was here last week.  He comed back from Pinedale, Wyoming, and decidered to stay with us instead of goin all the way home and then comin right back a few days later.  Daddy's big canvas trader's tent was wet from bein rained on, so as soon as daddy got here, he and mama started puttin the tent up to dry.  Mostly daddy did all the hard work, but mama got the ropes and stuff and helped a teensy bit with the ridgepole, whatever that meens.  The tent dried out real fast, and mama and daddy got it down and folded and put away before it rained that evenin.  

On Tuesday Peekie and I had to stay all alone while mama and daddy tooked a day trip to work on mama's family history.  They spended the day at the research center in Ft. Benton.

Wednesday was funner cuz mama and daddy were home all day.  Daddy plays lotsa cool games with me and the Peekster.  Mama and daddy tried pretty hard to get me and Peekie to play with our new batters, but we sniffied on em and then walked away.

Thursday mama and daddy leaved early in the mornin and went to Square Butte lookin for an old stone house where mama's great aunt and unkl used ta live.  They talked to two peeples in the tiny town, and they did not even know bout the house.  Daddy founded it in the middle of a buncha trees where some horsies were eatin.  Mama and daddy were standing within 50 feets and could not even see it.  Daddy was real brave and did somethin mama called bushwhackin with a big long stick in case of snakes.  When daddy was goned a long time, mama knewed he had founded somethin.  When daddy camed back, mama followed him through the trees and the thistles and rose bushes and tall grass.  Mama sez it looks like a secrut house cuz it is so hidden.  The back door was open, well, it was kinda broked too, so mama and daddy went inside.  It was pretty terbl, but mama tooked some pictures to remember it cuz it was once a happy home.  On one end there was an old, old, old store with what mama called a false front.  It had two big windows on either side of the door, and it had funny bins and shelves and stuff all along the sides for keepin stuff to sell.  The trees were so thick mama and daddy could not even walk round the house to see the nuther side.  

All in all, mama sez it was worth drivin lotsa miles on a gravel road.  It is kinda sad mama's pictures are not better, but they are her memories and all she has.  Mama sez once upon a time she was not innerested in the peeples who camed before her, but now they and their history are priceless.

Yesterday mama went to the cemetery to water our grammie's flowers.  Then she went to look at the map.  See, mama has been tryin to find her great grandpa in the old part of the cemetery, but there is not no marker there.  Just a few days ago mama founded a letter from 1943 that said where great grandpa's grave is.  She thought maybee she could find it from the map, but the old part was not on the map.  Mama was feelin dejected, and she was ready to leave when a man pulled up in a truck and asked if he could help.  Mama told him she was lookin for her great grandpa.  She membered the plot and section numbers.  The nice man went into the office, and right away he founded a buncha little cards.  Then he told mama to follow him.  He took mama right to where great grandpa has been restin since 1907!  Then the nice man told mama he had worked at the cemetery for 36 years, and he just found those little cards that say where everbuddy is in the old part.  How neat is that?  Mama has been lookin for great grandpa (our great-great grandpa) for a long, long time.  Now mama wants a big, giant, humongous rock for a marker, and she will get a brass plaque to go on it.  Jeepers, maybee mama and daddy will take us and our stroller to the cemetery, and we can go for a walk under the big green trees.

Speakin of goin for stroller rides, Peekie and I got a stroll while daddy was here.  It was gettin pretty late, so it was coolin down.  Daddy pushed us, and mama tried to keep up.  Daddy is bout a foot taller than mama, and sumtimes he just goes too fast.  The coolest part is we saw a real, live, WILD bunny!  Next to the road!  Eatin grass!  Ooh, it was so cool.  Mama started movin toward the bunny while we all watched.  She got only bout three steps from the bunny before he got too skared and runned away.  It was fun watchin him.  He was tryin not to move a muscle so mama would not see him, but mama was starin at the bunny real hard and takin super slow steps.  When we got home, Peekie and I were exhaustered and had to take a nap.

P.S. I think Peekie was talkin in her diary bout bein the cub reporter when we go on vacashun.  She thinks she can use the puter and type reports while I am sleepin.  I guess I will not get no naps at all.  Little sneak...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Peekie is a Tattler</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/788938</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Jul 2012 10:47:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/788938</guid>
		<description>I hope nobuddy has been readin my baby sister's diary cuz she is a tattle-tail.  The story bout me c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hope nobuddy has been readin my baby sister's diary cuz she is a tattle-tail.  The story bout me crashin into the anteek window hangin thingie is true, but it is all mama's fault.  See, she closed the curtin thingie to keep the hot sun out.  I just wanted to hop into the window and bake in the warm sunshines, but the curtin was in my way.  I sorta forgotted what the window looks like cuz I could not see.  When I crashed into the hangin thingie, it did not even hurt, nope, not a bit.  I did get mama's attenshuns and got some cuddles and pets.  Even bein a guy cat, cuddles and pets are always nice from your mama.

Well, our new toys comed, but mama is not very happy.  Mama sez the new batters are REAL cute, but the Peekster and I are kinda lack-daisy-cal bout em.  They smell kinda nippy, so we sniffied em and kinda licked on em, but mama catnot get us to play wild with em.  She keeps tryin to get Peekie and me to grab on and bunny kick em, but we are not real innerested.  Mama even went out and got some fresh nip and rubbed the leafs all over the batters.  Then she took what was left and put it inside the tummy of anuther spotted mousie toy we have. I guess mama never noticed that mostly we need to get used to new things before we decide to like em.  So the bunny and lion maybee need to just hang out for awhile.  Then someday all of a sudden, Peekie or I will attack em and play. 

I think the peeples at the Pet Paw-See love mama cuz anything we do not need gets donatered so the foster mamas got toys and beds and stuff for the kitties that don't got their forever homes.  Who knows; maybee our batters will take a trip if we do not play with em.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>TOYS, TOYS!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/788812</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Jul 2012 12:36:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/788812</guid>
		<description>Our toys are comin, our toys are comin!  Mama did the tracksterin thingie on our new batters, and it ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Our toys are comin, our toys are comin!  Mama did the tracksterin thingie on our new batters, and it sez they are here in town and "out for delivery."  The Peekster and I catnot wait to get our new batters and beat em up!  Peekie wants the bunny one bad, and she can have it.  I wanna beat up the lion!  ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wild Birthday Party!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/787706</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Jul 2012 13:13:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/787706</guid>
		<description>Wow!  America sure likes her birthday parties wild.  Over the 4th of July we had lotsa ka-BOOMs! and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow!  America sure likes her birthday parties wild.  Over the 4th of July we had lotsa ka-BOOMs! and lotsa "woo-woo-woo-woos" and lotsa "woodle-woodle-woodles.  The woo-woos and woodle-woodles were from fire trucks racin to put out fires in our neighborhood.  

It is real dry here for so early in the summer, and with Independence Day comin and peeples likin their bombs burstin in air so much, mama went to Ace Hardware and buyed 100 feets more garden hose.  On Independence Day mama and daddy were stayin home and bein lazy, so mama decidered to test the new hose by waterin out back and out into the fire row grampster mows in the summertime. After dinner mama tooked off the sprinkler thingie and putted a nozzle on the hose and left it out back.  

Mama and daddy were sittin on the deck mostly doin nuthin when they sawed the smoke from the first fire.  It was a coupla miles away, so they did not get all eksitered.  Just a few minutes later, we heard fire trucks, but they camed right past our house.  Daddy said, "They're goin the wronged way!"  Then mama said "I think we need to scan the neighborhood."  When they walked around back, they could see the smokes from anuther grass fire, but this one looked lots closer.  We all watched our neighbor walk up the hill to see how close the fire was while mama turned on the water and started wettin down the fire row and the back of her offis.  The neighbor did not come runnin back down the hill, and the smoke diss-peared pretty quick after the woo-woo trucks got there.  With that fire not bein skary anymore, mama and daddy decidered to play on the puter until it was time to climb up on the roof and watch all the fireyworks.  Pretty soon daddy said "I hear more sirens."  Sure nuff more woo-woo and woodle-woodle trucks were comin.  They slowed down, and then they stopped right in front of our house!  Mama heard a neighbor sayin to come up our driverway.  Mama runned inside, down the hall, and opened the back door.  Then she said bad words.  She did not mean to, but when she opened the door, there was lotsa smoke and flames comin down the hill right at our house!  Daddy ran to help the firemen drive past his truck and trailer and out into our field while mama scampered to turn on the water and start wettin stuff down again.  There isn't no gate up to where the fire was, so the firemen cutted the fence.  Then their little fire truck jerked and bucked and belched black smoke, but it made it up the steep little bank and onto an old road and drivered to where the fire was burnin.  It did not take long to get the fire out, but then the horsies that eat grass on the hill did not have no fence to keep em safe, so grampster had to call the horsie guy.  We were all happy to hear the horsies were spendin the night in a corral.

After all the eksitemunt, mama and daddy climbed the big ladder onto our roof and watched fireyworks.  They were all around us, some close, and some so far away that their booms sounded like thunder.  Some sounded like pop, pop, pop, but some went ka-BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.  Peekie and I were kinda skared, but mama said we were safe and not to worry.   Mama said it was just America celebratin her birthday with a big party.

Mama and daddy went to bed just before midnight.  There was still lotsa boomin goin on.  At 1:45 a.m. mama woke up to the smell of a grass fire.  She looked out all the windows and both doors but could not see nuthin, so she went back to bed.  At bout 2 a.m. mama woke up again hearin a siren.  She watched the truck go by and up the hill, but he was not goin very fast, so she figgered it was just a hot spot in one of the earlier fires, and she went back to bed again.  At bout 2:30 there were more sirens, but they sounded like they went up the river, so mama finally camed to bed for the last time.  Mama and daddy kept hearin boomin until bout 3 a.m. when it finally got quiet with no more woo-woos or booms or pops.  

America, Peekie and I think you are one wild party girl.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bad Bear, BAD BEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/786131</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Jun 2012 18:48:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/786131</guid>
		<description>Ya maybee know from readin my diary lately that we beened havin trubl with bears round here, speshly ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ya maybee know from readin my diary lately that we beened havin trubl with bears round here, speshly grizzly bears.  In just a few days a mama grizzly called a sow (yeah, just like piggies) killed or injured 70 sheeps on two diffrunt ranches and a Hutterite colony.  She killed some sheeps, injured more, and a bunch got skared and runned each nuther over and died.  It made mama so sad cuz the sheeps musta beened so skared, and the mama bear onliest eatened on two of the sheeps.  The nuther ones died for nuthin; they were not even her dinner.  The mama bear has a tiny little girl cub who onliest weighs 32 pounds, and that is pretty small.

Anyway, they catched both bears and had a meetin to decide what to do with the mama bear.  They decidered to relocate her far, far away from where any sheeps live, but if she does anymore bad stuff, she will be outta chances.  If that happens, they will take the baby bear and send her to an animal rehab center, but she will never get to live in the wild again.  Mama told me and the Peekster the baby bear will be safe, but she was never meant to live in a cage in a zoo.

The skariest part is mama knows just where they trapped the mama bear and cub, and it is NOT up in the mountains.  It is right out on the prairie near Collins, Montana, where mama and daddy go each spring to an antique show.  Collins used ta be a real town, but now there is only an old deserted general store, the Collins Community Center, a coupla houses, and the old Collins school.  Mama and daddy love the school, and they thought it would make a real cool house but not with grizzly bears in the back yard...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Maybe Cuz It is so Quiet?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/785987</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 24 Jun 2012 20:11:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/785987</guid>
		<description>Hey, diary gal!  Are you stucked on me or is it just cuz Catsterland is kinda deserted nowadays that ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, diary gal!  Are you stucked on me or is it just cuz Catsterland is kinda deserted nowadays that I have had so many DDPs? Maybe there aren't no kitty kat writers around no more or at least not very many.


Anyway, thanks for the DDP today.  Thanks to my friends who sent p-mail congratulashuns and even prezunts.  :)

Peekie and I were home alone on Saturday.  Mama got up before the sun, did all her stuff to get better lookin for daddy, tooked cares of me and the Peekster, and then she left!  All day we waited for mama to come home, but the only person who comed to see us was grampster.  He turned on the air condishunin before it got too hot inside, and he gave me and Peekie our supper.  It was skary sleepin here without mama or daddy, but mama finally comed home this mornin.

Mama shoulda beened SO glad to see Peekie and I were OK.  Instead she gave us kisses and pets like nothin happened.  Then when she went into the kitchen and sawed the Paula Deen blueberry coffeecake thingie upside down on the kitchen floor, she started yellin.  "Who did this?"  Peekie runned away skared, and when I looked at mama, she was lookin straight at me.  I said "I dunno..." and tried to look innersent, but it did not work.  Mama told me I was real lucky that the thingie the coffeecake was in did not come open, or I woulda beened in LOTSA troubles.  Ok, so I was hungry and needed a snack.  Mama was not there, and I could not get the lid off the kitty chow can.  What's a hungry guy cat to do?

I am happy to report mama did not stay mad for very long, I got a DDP again today, AND the Peekster and I do not have to sleep alone tonight.  We are gonna snuggle with mama all night long.

Jeepers, didja hear that?  No?  That's cuz it was the sound of nuthin, which is pretty much what it sounds like round Catsterland lately.  Not even the sound of a pin droppin.  Where oh where has the magic goned?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>DDP</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/785031</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Jun 2012 14:12:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/785031</guid>
		<description>Yay!  Maybee, just maybee I will get to become a kitty writer after all.  Mama likes to call me Gunn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yay!  Maybee, just maybee I will get to become a kitty writer after all.  Mama likes to call me Gunnie Gunnarrson, cub reporter.  She thinks it is funny, but who does the reportin when we are on vacashun?  Me, that's who!  Sometimes mama calls my baby sister Peekie Peekerson, cub reporter, but she does not write nearly as good as me.

Thanks, diary gal, for makin me a DDP again today.  You seem to like me and our friend, Dusty, kinda lots.  Are you stuck on us?  ;)  I guess I will just keep writerin and see what happens.  

Thanks for the prezunts and congratulashuns from my friends.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Too Slickery</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/784941</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Jun 2012 21:31:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/784941</guid>
		<description>Ummmm...I am not sure I like our new floor.  Yesterday somethin skared me.  Mama could tell cuz my t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ummmm...I am not sure I like our new floor.  Yesterday somethin skared me.  Mama could tell cuz my tail was all poofy.  Mama and daddy always laff at me cuz my furs are so sleek, but I can REALLY poof my tail when I get skared.  Where was I?  Oh, anyway, somethin skared me, and my tail got all poofy, and I started runnin.  Mama heard a stranj noise like scratcherin.  She looked over, and I was runnin on the new floor, but I was not movin!  My leggies were goin like crazy, but I was not gettin anywhere.  Finally, my claws got some tracshun, and I went shootin past mama and leaped into our birdy watchin window with my tail all poofed.  Mama says I gotta practis runnin on the new floor.  I think it is too slickery.  Boo!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bears Are Takin It Back</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/784291</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Jun 2012 11:17:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Their habbbbb-i-tat, that is.  See, once upon a time, grizzly bears lived out on the prairie (like w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Their habbbbb-i-tat, that is.  See, once upon a time, grizzly bears lived out on the prairie (like where we live).  Back bout a gazillion years ago when the Corps of Discovery (Lewis and Clark) comed through, they saw lotsa bears.  They camped bout a mile from our house, and there were so many bears they had to move their camp out onto an island.  I guess they wanted ta hear the splishy-splasherin if a bear was comin for dinner.  They called the grizzly bears white bears or "yella" bears cuz in the firelight the tips of their fur looked silvery or yellow.  The bears were everywhere cuz they eatened dead rotten buffaloes.  There were lots of those cuz the buffaloes kept crossin the river, and every time some did not make it.  Then the bears got more dinner!

Then peeples started movin west, and the bears went away to the mountains and started eaterin deers and elks instead of buffaloes.  Even then peeples kept shootin the bears until the gov-munt decidered to protect em.  Now they are doin so good they are gettin crowdered in the mountains, and they are startin to follow the streams back down onto the prairie.  Peeples think it seems strange to see grizzly bears lopin across a wheat field, but that is what is happenin.  The bears are comin east outta the mountains, and someday they may even stay all winter and make dens (that is a grizzly bear house) along the riverbanks.  The only problem is there aren't no buffaloes no more for em to eat.  That means they will eat what they find, and that is probly slow elk (cows), piggies, chickies, sheeps, and stuff like that.  Actually, bears are kinda like piggies.  They like to eat most anything, speshly birdseed and stuff likes apples right off the tree.

Grizzly bears have been seened as close as 25 miles from our house, so we think someday we will see one.  When that happens, Peekie and I hope the bear does not think we are a snak and try to eat us up.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Anuther Bear!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/784071</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Jun 2012 20:25:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/784071</guid>
		<description>Jeepers, it seems like the bears are comin outta the woods round here!  Daddy sawed the grizzly bear ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, it seems like the bears are comin outta the woods round here!  Daddy sawed the grizzly bear 25 miles from here, and now there is a little lost black bear runnin round Great Falls.  Peeples seed him in town.  The wildlife peeples chased him to the river.  Silly peeples; they thought he left town.  In the middler of the night some more peeples sawed him right in the middle of the big RV park in town.  Poor little lost bear; peeples were chaserin him all over the place.  Now they say they sawed him the last time south of town.  That is where we live.  Hmmmmmm... Maybee he will come to our house.  It is not far from where he was last seened.  Do ya spose he likes to play?

P.S. Thanks, diary gal, for pickin me as a DDP today.  I am glad I wrote bout somethin kinda interestin the last time.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Grizzly Bear</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/783760</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Jun 2012 18:20:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/783760</guid>
		<description>Our daddy was here Wednesday and Thursday.  Early Friday mornin daddy left for Nevada City to do liv ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Our daddy was here Wednesday and Thursday.  Early Friday mornin daddy left for Nevada City to do livin history.  This weekend they are doin the hangin of George Ives.  George was a bad guy, and the vigilantes hunged him for bein bad.  Daddy doesn't play George, but he does play a bad guy who gets banished.  First all the bad guys get arrested, and then they have a trial and hang George!

Anyway, daddy always calls when he gets where he is goin so we know he is OK.  He told mama he was driverin down the interstate between Ulm and Cascade, Montana, and he seed a grizzly bear runnin alongside the road!  There is a deer fence so the deers catnot get on the road and get hit by cars and trucks and stuff, so Mr. Bear (or maybee Mrs. Bear; we do not know) could not get onto the interstate.  Daddy said he was runnin and hit the fence, but he bounced off, and then he runned the nuther way away from the road.  Daddy sed if there was not a fence there, the bear woulda beened right in the little town of Cascade.  Daddy called 911 and reported seein the bear.  Bout five minutes later the lady dispatcher called again and asked daddy more questions.  She said they had been "lookin for the bear."  That did not sound good to mama and daddy.  Ev-dently the bear doned somethin peeples think is bad ike gettin in the garbages or eaterin sumbuddy's pet.  Mama is hopesterin they will catch the bear and take him far away from peeples where he will be safer.  Oh, and daddy tried to take a picture of the bear, but he said it looked like a speck in the pitcher cuz he onliest had the little camera.  Then the camera died, and it will not work even after daddy putted new batteries in. Boo!!!

Things here at home are not nearly as eksitin.  Mama has beened workin in the yard still, planterin flowers and pullerin weeds.  There is this funny thing she does too.  She waters the grass outside to make it grow, but then she cuts it all off.  What's up with that?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Punkin Eater</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/782718</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Jun 2012 11:42:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/782718</guid>
		<description>Yeppers, I am a punkin eater.  The Tasty Wild Stuff the Peekster and I are eaterin has zactly half t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yeppers, I am a punkin eater.  The Tasty Wild Stuff the Peekster and I are eaterin has zactly half the fiber our old puss chow had, so mama decidered we should eat a little bit of punkin for the extra fiber.

Mama found some Libby's 100% pure punkin at Wallermart.  When she comed home, mama gave me and the Peekster each one teaspoon of punkin.  I sniffed the punkin and looked at mama.  "What's this stuff?"  The Peekster took one sniff and runned away.  I decidered to give the punkin anuther chance.  I sniffed again.  Then I licked it a little.  Then I looked at mama.  "Hey, this stuff is kinda tasty!"  So...I ate my punkin, and then I cleaned up Peekie's dishy too.  Mama sed it was a good thing she onliest gave us a teensy bit!  

The next day mama took the Peekster and her punkin to the bathroom.  Then she shut the door and left the Peekster with her punkin.  Peekie was pretty hungry cuz we had not had breakerfast, but the Peekster would not eat her punkin.  Guess who ate Peekie's punkin?  ;)  

Now mama has pretty much givened up on the Peekster ever eatin her punkin, but I get two teaspoons in the mornin.  So far, I am doin good with my extra fiber.  

Mama just has to figure out how to keep the whole can of punkin good until I can eat it all by myself.  She is thinkin of freezerin it in little baggies that she can thaw out.  If anybuddy has a good idea bout how to keep the punkin good until I can eat a whole can, feel free to chime in.  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sucky Holiday Weekend</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/781944</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 27 May 2012 14:41:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/781944</guid>
		<description>Mama sez I can say sucky, but some of the nuther things I am thinkin bout our Memorial Day weekend I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama sez I can say sucky, but some of the nuther things I am thinkin bout our Memorial Day weekend I onliest get to think, cuz I catnot say the words.  It is cold and windy, and it snowed on us last night.  All the plants and trees thought it was summer, but now we do not know if they will be OK.  Mama got all wet tryin to shake the snows off the chokercherry bush in grampster's yard this mornin.  Daddy is in Jackson, Wyoming, for rendezvous, and it is warmer than here!  We are stucked inside with our new flowers that mama catnot plant.  No grillin on the deck or stroller rides for us this weekend.

On a happier note, mama ordered some new flowers.  They are fancy coneflowers.  Mama likes the coneflowers cuz they start bloomin late when all the lilies and roses are tired, they have big spikey seed heads for the birdies to eat in the fall, and they make little baby coneflower plants if ya just leave the old flowers on in the fall times.  Mama hopes the weathers will be just perfect when the new flowers come; not too cold and not too hot, cuz they do not like that at all!

Our printer has not been workin for awhile now, but mama was too bizzy with nuther things to get it fixed.  Last night mama decidered to do one last thing, reboot our wireless router thingie.  She did that and then turned on our puter.  Guess what?  Somehow the printer was fixed, and now it will print.  Yay!  Now we saved some monies.  Hmmmmmm... Maybe the Peekster and I can have a bigger allowance now.

The besterest part of this weekend is my DDP.  Yeppers, I am a daily diary pick today, and I am pretty sure it is cuz of my eksepshunal kitty kat writin abilities.

We hope everbuddy is havin a nice weekend with better weathers than us.  Peekie and I are rememberin all those who sacrificed so we can be free Americats.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Taught Her Everything She Knows</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/781690</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 May 2012 21:35:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/781690</guid>
		<description>The Peekster is braggin bout bein a growlerin princessy cat.  Mama does not know I taught the Peekst ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Peekster is braggin bout bein a growlerin princessy cat.  Mama does not know I taught the Peekster everything she knows!

First I taught Peeka-Weeka that growlerin will keep bad things away from ya, even monsters in the night.

Then I taught her how to play a tune on the heater ventin thingie in the floor.  If ya practis, ya can make some pretty good tunes on it.

I taught her how to open the shower doors.  After ya get the doors open, ya can hop in and play in the tub.  

I taught her how to wrestle.  Ok, yeah; she wrestled with Charlie Choo-Choo and Dozer, her first bruthers, but I am pretty sure I am lots better at wrestlin than them.  Now Peekie is a champion contender.

I taught my baby sister lotsa nuther things, but I can't even remember em all right now.  I think she is real lucky to have me for a big brother.  OK, I guess maybee I am lucky too.  She is kinda nice to wrestle and snuggle with.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Floor Guy</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/780475</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 May 2012 10:59:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/780475</guid>
		<description>Hey, a coupla days ago while daddy was still here, the floor guy comed.  His name is Billy, and mama ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, a coupla days ago while daddy was still here, the floor guy comed.  His name is Billy, and mama members it by assoshiatin him with Billy the Kid.  Silly mama.  Anyway, when the cabler TV guy comed the nuther day, somethin didn't seem right bout him, so both Peekie and I stayed under Mr. Big Bed until he left.  Billy was kinda cool.  He said he is not a "cat guy," but I thought he was neat.  I comed out into the kitchen and rubbed on his leggies.  Then while he was ritin on some paper, it was hangin off the edge, and I stood up on my hind leggies, tapped the piece a paper, and meowered at him.  I was askin if I could help with the measurin and stuff, but I don't think mama, daddy, or Billy can understand meowerin very good.  Then Billy got out this really cool toy.  He called it some kinda measurin thingie, but it was long and skinny, and it kept goin in and outta this nuther thing.  I guess it was kinda like a lizard tongue, but it had numbers.  Billy kept makin the lizard tongue toy thingie longer and shorterer.  Then he would read the numbers and rite on the paper.  Pretty soon we got a game goin where when the lizard tongue thingie comed out, I would sit and bat at it with my paw.  Billy would let me have a few swipes, and then he would do the measurin and rite on the paper again.  Billy was smilin and talkin the whole time with mama and daddy, so I am pretty sure he was happy cuz he was gettin so much helps from me.  

The bad news...Peekie and I will probly hafta spend the day in the campster listenin to the radio and enjoyin the air condishunin while Billy makes our new floor.  Boo!  I wanna help Billy!  Maybe if I keep askin, mama will get tired of sayin no and let me help]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>P.S.</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/780461</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 May 2012 09:26:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/780461</guid>
		<description>Mama checkered my weights the last two times I was at Best Friends.  When I got my rabbit shotter; o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama checkered my weights the last two times I was at Best Friends.  When I got my rabbit shotter; oh, mama sez that is "rabies" shotter, I weighed 12.62 pounds.  When the nuther dokter told mama I am fat, I weighed 13.06 pounds.  Maybee mama and I are not smart enuff to be kitty dokters, but we think that lady should check her figurin cuz she sed I gained a whole pound.  Ummmmmmm, we do not think 0.44 is a pound. From now on, I am onliest seein Unkl Dr. Mike unless it is a terbl mergency!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>She Called Me Fat!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/779425</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 May 2012 09:08:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/779425</guid>
		<description>Mama and I are kinda mad.  I was not feelin so good the nuther day, so mama called Best Friends.  Un ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama and I are kinda mad.  I was not feelin so good the nuther day, so mama called Best Friends.  Unkl Dr. Mike was not in the office that day, so we saw anuther dokter.  She was real nice takin cares of me, but she called me fat!  Mama was horrorfied cuz she does not think I am fat.  Dr. Unkl Mike cakalated how much foodies the Peekster and I should get each day, and we are eatin even less.

Mama was concerned cuz I have gained bout a pound since we switched our foodies, but the lady said on a scale of 1-5, I am a 5!  I onliest weigh 13 pounds, and I got a real long body and long leggies.  When mama thinks of a 5, she thinks of those 30 pound kitties who can't hardly walk.  When mama protested, the lady dokter said, "well, maybe a 4."

The lady dokter said I probably can't even clean my own booty good.  HA!!!!!!!!!!! That was kinda the last straw.  I run and jump on things and play with Peekie.  I can leap more than 3 feets into the air, and I sure CAN clean my ownest booty REAL good.  

Mama is concerned that I am gainin weights cuz the new food has more kalleries, and she is cuttin back on our foodies, but for cryin out loud; I AM NOT FAT!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Brushy, Brushy and Dead Skwirls</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/778727</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 May 2012 13:15:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Ya know, Peekie loves gettin brushed; me not so much.  This mornin mama got out the brusher stuff, a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ya know, Peekie loves gettin brushed; me not so much.  This mornin mama got out the brusher stuff, and I figured she was gonna spiff up the Peekster.  Nope.  Mama grabbed me and threw me up over her shoulder, and off we went to the beddyroom.  Usually I don't let go of much of my sleek, seal-like furs. This time mama started brushin my furs backerwards, and it started comin out like crazee!  I didn't like it very much, and I kept yowlerin and pushin on mama's arms with my back paws, but it didn't work very good.  Mama brushed and brushed, and when she finished the brushy was just bout full of Gunnarr fur.  I gotta admit I look great, but I hope mama forgets bout brushin me for awhile.  

When mama finished with me, she brushed the Peekster.  The little suck-up purred and squirmed with joy.  Boy, I hate that!  She makes me look so bad. I hafta say my sister is gorgeous.  She is sweet lookin with giant green eyes and all fluffy and BIG.  Course, she is not as big as me; I weigh more than 12 pounds, but the Peekster is over 11 pounds. She is not fat, just floofy.

Mama put the brushin stuff away and went out into the hall.  She was workin on cleanerin the bathroom, so our water dishy was in the hall.  Mama saw somethin spishus, and when she went to investergate, she found our little Skinneez skwirl dead.  Mama tried to revive him, but the Peekster had tossed him into the water dishy, and he was drowndered dead.

Then mama did a miracle.  She got out her hairdryer.  She held the skwirl up by his tail in front of the hairdryer.  Then later she held him by his head.  In just a few minutes the skwirl was good as new.  His tail was even poofier than before.  He was not dead anymore; he was just like before Peekie drowndered him. After his terbl sperience, he is restin in our blueberry bed waitin for anuther adventure.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dead Horse</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/778255</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 May 2012 12:21:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, OK, the horsie is not dead, but her cart is pretty smashed up.  Mama and daddy were real bizzy ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, OK, the horsie is not dead, but her cart is pretty smashed up.  Mama and daddy were real bizzy doin projects for a coupla days.  Then it was time for the gun and anteek show, so daddy set up on Friday, and mama and daddy were goned most of the time until the show closed on Sunday afternoon.  

Since the weather has beened warmer, and we do not hafta run the furnaces, mama decidered to leave the office door open so Peekie and I could nap on the daybed, the little Muppet-Gunnarr-Peekie chair, or in our stroller.  

I was feelin kinda neglectered, so I decided to explore more in the office.  Daddy put up a nice heavy floatin shelf over mama's saddles.  On the shelf are some toy horsies, a toy mule, and some other nicky-nacky stuff.  The most interestin toy horsie is a brown and white pinto mare, and she has a cart hitched to her.  I didn't really mean to hurt anything, I was just checkin her out when BOOM!!!!  She falled off the shelf with the cart still hitched to her.

Mama went into the office when she got home and sawed the empty spot on the shelf.  Then she looked down and sawed the horsie and the cart.  When she picked everythin up, the wheels on the cart falled apart, and the pickernick basket that was on the seat of the cart was missin.  Mama crawled around until she found the little basket.  It was not hurt, and the horsie was not hurt, but the cart, well, let's just say it will not be driverin anywhere very soon.  

Mama was so mad she was gonna throw the cart in the garbages cuz every time she looked at it, she got mad at me.  She thought if the brokened stuff was just goned she would get over it faster.  Then daddy said he would really like to try to fix the little cart, so mama let him take it.  Whew!  I guess daddy saved my bacon this time.  Mama sez that is the naughtiest thing I have ever doned.  If I didn't really even mean it, think what I could do if I tried real hard.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Last Best Place</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/777104</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 11:06:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/777104</guid>
		<description>That is what they call Montana, the Last Best Place.  It is also knowned as the Treasure State and B ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That is what they call Montana, the Last Best Place.  It is also knowned as the Treasure State and Big Sky Country. Now our governor is in New York.  He went there with a buncha big trucks with pitchers of stuff like mountain goats on em and nuther scenic pitchers of Montana.  Governor Schweitzer spent part of Tuesday in Times Square handin out free stuff from Montana like beef and bison jerky and huckleberry jam while invitin New Yorkers to visit Montana.  The governor also tooked some little stuffed mountain goats they call Billy Bowman.  They are a symbol of Glacier National Park, which is in Montana. Governor Schweitzer is a kinda wild guy, and he likes lotsa tensions, kinda like a kitty.  ;) Mama calls it "showboatin." He is gonna be on the David Letterman show this evenin.  I think he gots an inside connecshun cuz David Letterman has a ranch near Choteau, Montana, and he and his family like to spend time there in the summer.  So, mama will be watchin on TV tonight to see what happens.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It Wasn't Me!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/776848</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 18:27:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/776848</guid>
		<description>The nuther day mama went to a webbysite for a company called Silver Sage Creations.  The nice lady m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The nuther day mama went to a webbysite for a company called Silver Sage Creations.  The nice lady makes beeeeeeeuuuuuuuuutiful beads.  She used to come to our town for shows, but mama has not seened her in a coupla years.  When mama saw the nice lady (Julie Karnos) had an Etsy shop, mama went there to look.  She found a bead she could not live without and ordered it from Julie's Etsy shop.  That was on Wednesday.  On Friday the bead comed in the mail.  Mama was real eksitered, so she opened the package.  Inside was a little pink organza (what the heck is that?) bag.  Inside that all wrapped up in bubbler wraps was the pretty bead.  Mama looked at the bead.  Then she wrapped it back up in the bubbler wraps and put it in the middler of the dinin room table.  The next mornin mama found the little pink bag on the dinin room floor.  She asked me and the Peekster who stole the pink bag.  Geez, mama, why would a guy cat want a pink organza bag?  Peekie never fessed up, and she is my sister, so I didn't rat her out, but the organza bag was Peekaboo pink.  Nuff said.

This evenin mama gave me and Peekie a new potty.  Later while she was checkin out our friend activity at Catster, she smelled somethin spishus. She checked the potty and found some nice stinky kitty poop that was not covered.  When mama asked who did it, I said I refused to answer on the grounds that it just MIGHT tend to incrimmer-nate me.  I did not say it wasn't me cuz that would be lyin, and I don't tell lies.  There is nothin wrong with fudgin a bit, tho.  After all, why do I need to cover my poop when the Peekster will do it for me?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Belated Eeekster and THANKS!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/774712</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 12:00:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/774712</guid>
		<description>Mama says I get to be the spokeskitty for our family.  Over Eeekster weekend our daddy was here, and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama says I get to be the spokeskitty for our family.  Over Eeekster weekend our daddy was here, and mama and daddy were bizzy shopsterin for lumbers and rebuildin the privacy wall on our deck.  We did not get to come to Catster a single time for like five WHOLE DAYS!  Durin that time, Missy, Peekie, and I got bout a gazillionn Eeekster eggies from our friends.  Thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU to everykitty and family for the beeeeeeeuuuuuutiful Eeekster prezunts.

Who knows how much mama will let us scamper bout Catsterland from now on.  See, mama has a list of projects like knockin the old storaj shed down, fixin the board fence, fixin the nuther fence, "flippin" the garden that is by the old storaj shed, changin the mulchy stuff on all the gardens, and more nuther stuff than I can even count cuz I onliest have so many toes, and I have used em all up.

So for now, Peekie and I are both happy and healthy.  We are gettin our stroller rides whenever the weather is nice enuff, and there is lotsa action outside our birdie watchin window.

We hope everykitty (and pups too) had a great Eekster and thanks again for your kindernesses and gen-ros-itee.  We appreciate it!

P.S. Peekie says to tell ya we got a new laser toy, and it is Peekaboo Pink!  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What's With the Puce?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/771481</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 15:23:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, I don't get the combinashun of orange and puce.  Does the big cat think kitties like those colo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, I don't get the combinashun of orange and puce.  Does the big cat think kitties like those colors?  Maybee some kits do, but I do not think it looks good together.

Mama is not a big fan of how Catster keeps "not respondin" for awhile, and then all of a sudden if ya wait awhile, then it will go again. We guess it is just another Catsterland day in paradise.  No, we do not wanna go there...

Peekie and I got pretty lonely last week while mama and daddy were doin what is known as "art week" here in Great Falls. There are four major art shows, an anteek show, anteek gun and collectibles show, anteek show at one of the anteek malls, all sorts of exhibits, and even a pow wow.  

Mama sed she was doned buyin art, but I think she lied.  She comed home with a cute little bronze horse dance stick.  She kinda planned on gettin one of those.  

Then later mama and daddy met an artist from Colorado.  His name is Paul Dykman, and he is a real nice man.  Mama loved his paintins; they are oils, and he paints horses and native Americans and cowboys.  Mama liked one of his paintins, but she did not have enuff monies, so she walked away.  For two whole days mama thought and thought bout the paintin.  Finally she asked grampster for a loan, and grampster said yes.  

A funny thing happened then.  Mama had gone to Mr. Dykman's webbysite and saw another paintin she really liked, but she told daddy she did not wanna buy somethin she did not have right in front of her.  Sides, the shipsterin and everything would make the paintin even more spensive.  When mama and daddy walked into the room, mama's paintin that she had been lookin at was goned, sold.  Mama told Mr.Dykman bout the nuther paintin but that she would need to see it.  Then mama glanced around the room, and there was the nuther paintin she liked.  So...we got our new paintin hangin in the dinin room.  It is a mountain scene with three lodges along a creek with snow and piney trees and red willows.  Everbuddy is happy; mama, daddy cuz mama is, Mr. Dykman cuz he stold the paintin, and me and the Peekster cuz mama is back home with us where she belongs.  I do not think mama will be goin much of anywhere for awhile cuz she is broked.  Hey, mama; it is free to play with me and the Peekster.  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diss-Pearin Videos</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/770193</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 14:44:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/770193</guid>
		<description>Why do our videos keep diss-pearin?  Mama comes to our pages and finds missin videos.  She goes into ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Why do our videos keep diss-pearin?  Mama comes to our pages and finds missin videos.  She goes into our videos and edits em to show on our pages.  Then she checks, and they are on our pages.  Then maybee the next time mama comes back, some of our videos are goned again, and she did not do nothin.

I think I may hafta take Anna up on her offer for some catnipshun or Bachs Rescue Remedy to help with the Catster fleas.  I got my seaterbelt on now, kitties, and I am keepin it on until after the upperdaterin is doned.  :(]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh, FOO!!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/769389</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Mar 2012 15:01:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I been readerin in my group messages that kitties catnot send p-mail, so I tried sendin mail to my s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I been readerin in my group messages that kitties catnot send p-mail, so I tried sendin mail to my sister, Peekie.  When mama and I clickered on the sendin mail button, a box camed up and said we would have to turn our messagin on to send p-mails.  Mama wondered who turned off our messagin cuz it has always beened on. OK, so mama went into our account, and guess what?  It said "turn messaging off," which means our messagin WAS ALREADY turned on.  

I decidered to write in my diary bout it, but when I clicked on "add diary entry" on my page, nothin happened, and mama and I had to come to our account page to add a diary entry.

I am gettin ready to fasten my seaterbelt; I think Catster's gonna be a bumpy ride.  Does anykitty have some Catster flea medsins I can borrow?  :(]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Dreamy Sister?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/769135</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Mar 2012 07:52:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Nah, I don't think so.  My sister, Peekie, is not even a little bit dreamy.  Peekie has nice furs fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Nah, I don't think so.  My sister, Peekie, is not even a little bit dreamy.  Peekie has nice furs for me to groom, and she is a great snuggler.  She is a champeen restler; she could even beat me sumtimes before I got my mancat weight and shape.  She onliest eets outta my dish when I am not usin it.  She takes turns pretty much when we are playin with mama and daddy.  Sumtimes Peekie even grooms me, and it feels real good when she cleans my face and ears.  Peekie is a real good stroller ridin kitty too. I love my sister very lots, but she is onliest my sister; she is not dreamy...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Got Some Splainin To Do</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/767828</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 09:52:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>OK, so I am writin to splain to Da Tabbies why I like chickie.  I think I wrote bout my jumpin lesso ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK, so I am writin to splain to Da Tabbies why I like chickie.  I think I wrote bout my jumpin lessons and how I did not do so good cuz I did not like the treets mama and daddy were usin to reward me. There were two different flavers of treets.  One was tuna and the nuther kind was seafood medley. They were pretty stinky, and I licked at em, but they were not good enough to do a trick for.

So, see, here's the thing.  When I was just a baby kitten, (before the Peekster even came to live here) I got sick.  I catnot remember whether it was from stress or changin my food.  Anyway, I got real nasty poops.  Mama was tryin everythin, but finally I could not even hold the poops in, so I had to go to see Dr. Unkl Mike at Best Friends Animal Hospital.  I stayed there a coupla days, and I had to take medsins every day.  One of the nice vet techs, Allie, started puttin my metronidazole pill inside a chickie pill pocket.  It was REALLY good!  Tabbies, I was just a baby, and I did not know nothin bout burds and stuff, so I started likin chickie real much.  Now I am like addicted to chickie, although I do eat roasted deers and slammon in my tasty wild stuff food.

Mama told me it is OK to like chickie cuz it is not really a burd like those stupid maggotpies or starlings.  Chickie is "poultry," sooooo I think it is OK for me to keep eetin chickie.

The End]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>DDP!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/767748</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 19:41:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/767748</guid>
		<description>Thanks, diary gal, for makin me a daily diary pick again today.  At this rate, I am gonna be a REAL  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks, diary gal, for makin me a daily diary pick again today.  At this rate, I am gonna be a REAL kitty writer.  I guess I better keep practisin my writin.  All I need is somethin to write about.  I already tattled on Peekie, and all mama did today was make a mess in the craft room, and daddy is not even here to have an adventure with me.  The onliest naughty thing I did today was try and eat some plastic, and mama caught me and yelled and made me leave before I even got a good taste.  Here's hopesterin that tomorrow is more exciterin.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Maybee There is Hope for Peekie</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/767384</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 19:12:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Today mama decidered to get out some stuff for a possible photo shoot when daddy comes next weekend. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today mama decidered to get out some stuff for a possible photo shoot when daddy comes next weekend.  Mama found Missy Mups' little St. Patrick's Day hat and green arm garter and a little teensy green beer glass.  Mama also found Missy's beautiful pink feathery wings on the shelf up in the closet.  They were Missy's earth angel wings, not her real angel wings; those are even better.  

Anyway, mama was wonderin what I would do if she put the wings on me.  I am a guy cat, and even though I think I would look OK in pink, I like to let Peekie do the pink stuff.  Mama was gonna try the wings on me anyway, but then Peekie came flyin into the beddyroom and leaped up onto the bed.  Peekie thought the pink feather wings were pretty interestin, so mama let me go and decidered to put the wings on the Peekster.  If ya remember, I wrote bout Peekie throwin a hissy fit the last coupla times mama and daddy tried to take her picture.  Mama was amazed when the Peekster let her put the wings on.  They have these little lastic thingies, and mama put the Peekster's leggies through to get the wings onto Peekie's back.  Wow!  My baby sister is pretty gorjus wearin pink fluffy, feathery wings!  Peekie just sat there lookin around like she thought she was cool.  She was not even skared.  Mama talked real soft and kept pettin the Peekster and tellin her what a good girl she is.  Then before Peekie could make the wings do anything skary, mama took em off.  

After the wing thing, mama decidered to try the St. Paddy's Day stuff on me.  I didn't think I wanted to wear the green garter, but I guess I am not the boss.  Mama put it on me, and then I decidered it was not so bad.  Then mama put the little green hat on me, and I did not mind that neether.  I wore that stuff for a few minutes while mama praised me, and then she took it off, and I scampered away to find some trubl.  

Mama could not resist tryin the stuff on Peekie.  Mama was expectin anuther hissy fit, but Peekie just sat there wearin the little hat all calm.

Now mama says she is "encouraged," whatever that means, that maybee, just maybee, Peekie will model after all.  Purrsonally, I think my sister was just playin possum.

I will have my reporter's pad ready to record the story when daddy gets here and we akshly have our photo shoot.  Stay tuned...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Winned!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/767126</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 11:20:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/767126</guid>
		<description>The results of the Cat and Dog Plaza group Valentine's Day photo contest are in.  I winned!

I wan ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The results of the Cat and Dog Plaza group Valentine's Day photo contest are in.  I winned!

I wanna thank the ministrators at Cat and Dog Plaza who picked my picture as the winner.  My mama loves nothin better than to take pictures of me and the Peekster, and sumtimes she thinks up some dumb stuff.  Peekie told me when mama couldn't hear that she catnot put up with mama's nonsense.  I, on the nuther hand, love my mama, and I like to please her.  I will sit in the little chair and let mama put stuff on me (well, to a point; I don't think I really love hats), and put stuff in the chair with me and everythin.  Then I will even look happy and cute while mama is snapsterin away with the camera.  

Wanna know another reason I am good?  I get TREETS!!!!!!!!!!!!  Yeppers, if I am good for a few minutes of posin, I get treets, and I do not even hafta do tricks for em.

On a nuther subject, well, sorta, mama is tryin to teach me a nuther trick.  The other day when mama was washin her hands, I leaped from one side of the counter to the nuther side over the sink.  That made mama think maybe I would jump like a horsie over little jumpstery things.  Sooooo, mama and daddy got a coupla cannisters from the kitchen.  Then they put a yardstick on top.  Then mama got treets and tried to get me to jump over the little jumpstery thing.  I did it once, but then the treet wasn't really very lishus, so I didn't see why I should do it again.  I went around the end a coupla times, but then I didn't get any treet at all.  Then I tried goin underneath the jump, but I didn't get any treets for that neether.  Mama got me to jump one more time, and then she told daddy that was enough.  

I think mama finally figured out how to teach me the new trick; she said somethin bout nummier treets.  Yeah, mama.  Chicken pill pockets.  I would do anything for those.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Curiosity and Cats</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/766824</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 18:24:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Or maybee the title should say &quot;Curiosity and Gunnarr T.&quot;

See, mama ordered somethin from Amazon, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Or maybee the title should say "Curiosity and Gunnarr T."

See, mama ordered somethin from Amazon, but it was not right, and she needs to senden it back.  Mama went outside today and foundened a box in the storaj shed.  She printed out some label thingies.  Then mama put the stuff in the box with some papers.  She tried to peel off some old labeler stuff, but it did not wanna come off, so mama had sizzors, tapes, papers, and all kinda stuff on the dinin room table.  Mama was hard at work tryin to pack the box and tape it shut, but then the evenin newsies came on, so she left all the stuff on the table and went in to watch the newsies on TV.

Mama was findin out what happened today in our town when Peekie and I ran into the entryway by the front door.  I was actin kinda strange mama thought, so she stopped watchin the TV and started watchin me.  This is usually not a good thing when I attract too much of mama's attenshuns.  I looked like I was watchin somethin on the floor by the front door, so mama came over to make sure it was not a bitin bug cuz we had one of those already in the office today.  

What did mama find?  Well...she found me desperately tryin to get a big piece of tapes and sticky stickery stuff off my whiskers!  I am real proud of my whiskers, and I did not like the way it felt to have somethin attached to my cool whiskers.  Mama grabbed me so I couldn't run off and carefully got the tape and stickery sticker stuff off.  Boy, that was close!

As soon as the tape was goned, off I scampered to look for trubl somewhere else.  Easy come, easy go.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Savin Peekie</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/764760</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 10:32:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday we all spent a long time in mama's office.  I was napsterin in the stroller for hours.  Pe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday we all spent a long time in mama's office.  I was napsterin in the stroller for hours.  Peekie kept runnin back and forth.  She kept comin to the door and shovin it open part way, but then she would run away when mama invitered her in.  Later Peekie camed in and went back out a buncha times.

Finally, mama was doned with all her stuffs.  She shut down our puter.  Then she wheeled me in the stroller over to our "landin pad," which is the chair mat at mama's desk.  That is where we keep the stroller when we are not userin it.  Mama told me we were leavin the office, and I jumped out.  Mama turned down the heats, turned off the lights, and we went out and shuttened the door tight.

Mama fixed some dinner, and she was readin the newsypaper and lookin at the mail when I started meowerin.  Mama ignored me.  I meowered louder.  Mama ignored me.  Finally I went into full yeowlerin.  Mama told me to be quiet, but I yeowlered even louder.  

Finally mama got up and camed into the hall.  She picked me up and cuddled me and and asked what was wrong.  I looked up at her with big yellow eyes, tryin to tell her what was wrong.  Then all of a sudden, mama started lookin round for the Peekster.  Mama asked me "where is your sister?"  I stared at her even harder with my big yellow eyes.  "That is what I've been tryin to tell ya, mama, but sometimes you are not the sharpest knife in the drawer."  

Mama finally understanded what I was tryin to tell her.  She opened the door, and there was Peekie.  When the door got opened enuff, the Peekster came flyin out.

Soooo, with much determinasuns I was able to save my baby sister from bein locked in mama's office for who knows how long with no food, water, or potty.  Yeooooowwwwwwwwwwl!  Case closed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Forgot...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/764334</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Feb 2012 18:26:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I forgot to write about what a brave mancat I was at my wellness examinashun with Dr. Unkl Mike.  La ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I forgot to write about what a brave mancat I was at my wellness examinashun with Dr. Unkl Mike.  Last Friday mama and daddy and the Peekster and I jumped in mama's truck, Sapphire, and drived to Unkl Mike's animal hospital.  Peekie got a quick check, but it was really my appointmunt.  Dr. Unkl checked my eyes.  He sed I still have my cat-rack in my left eye, but it is the same as when I was just a kitten, and I can see great. Just ask the kitty toys around our house; I never miss.  

Mama was real sprised when Unkl asked how I knocked out a tooth and bendened another one all wonky.  They are just teensy tooths right in front, and mama was clueless that I was even missin any tooth.  The onliest thing mama could figure was maybee I smacked into somethin doing my high jumps.  After all, I tried to take the coffee table out twice in one week with my wildyness.  I am glad it was not one of my beeeeeutiful fangs, but I think mama would have noticed that.  

I got my rabies shotter, and I did not even flinch or yowl.  I get my shot to pertect myself but also to pertect the Peekster.  Becuz of her disease, she catnot have a rabies shot or any other shotters neether.  Unkl writes a paper for mama to carry with us when we travel sayin why Peekie catnot have a rabies shot cuz it is the law in Montana.  Mama sez Peekie has somethin called an "exempshun."  Girls...They always gotta be diffrunt]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Makin a Mess, and it is NOT me and Peekie!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/764253</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Feb 2012 10:50:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Mama's office is a mess, and Peekie and I did not do it.  Mama wanted to make a Valentine's Day card ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama's office is a mess, and Peekie and I did not do it.  Mama wanted to make a Valentine's Day card for our daddy, but she sorta did not want to do it.  Peekie and I think she worried that it would not turn out good enuff for our daddy cuz it has to be REAL good.  Finally mama decided to try makin the card, but she kept changin her mind bout what it would look like.  Mama spendened an hour lookin for a speshl stamp.  Then later she found it right on the table with a buncha nuther stamps. The first card she stamped did not turn out right cuz the ink pad was too dry.  Mama put more inks on it.  Oops; I guess I should not tell ya xactly what the card looks like cuz daddy likes to read my diary on Catster.  Anyway, mama finally finished the card.  She is not sure it is good enuff, but the Peekster and I know daddy will like it just cuz mama made it speshl for him.  

Mama decidered to make anuther card that was totally diffrunt.  She was stampin and colorin and runnin for water and washin the paint thingie.  Mama finally finished the second card and put it inside a giant book to finish dryin and get squished.  This mornin mama got out the card, and it dried perfect.  It is nice and flat.  Does mama know to let well enough alone?  Nope.  She is gonna try to put some glittery stuff on it.  Peekie and I are afraid if it does not work we might learn new words that mama will not want us to say.

Anyway, it is almost noon, and mama's big stampsterin table is still all messy with markers, paint brushies, stamps, embossin powder, books, and all sorts of nuther things. They are not even neat.

Mama shoulda been finishin up that last card and cleanin and puttin stuff away and neaterin stuff in nice stacks.  Was she doin it?  Nope; she was watchin a Paper Wishes webisode (what the heck is that?).  Then she ordered more stampsterin stuff, somethin called templates.  Hmmmmm...That sounds messy.  I sure hope mama does some cleanerin before daddy comes back to spend Valentine's Day with us.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>DDP - Cool!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/764071</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Feb 2012 10:41:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow!  Thanks, Catster diary person (or machine). We were pretty sprised to find out I am a DDP today ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow!  Thanks, Catster diary person (or machine). We were pretty sprised to find out I am a DDP today.  Poor daddy; now more kitties will read bout daddy tryin to driller his finger along with the plastic step on our hotrod stroller.

We beened kinda bizzy this mornin sendin pictures to enter the Cat and Dog Plaza group Valentine's Day photo contest. It you do not belong, it is a real fun group with lotsa nice kitties and pups, and they got a bunch of contests and games you can play and even a travelin story where kits and pups get to write part of the story. 

Now that we got our Valentine's Day pictures takened, mama and daddy are thinkin bout Mardi Gras and a course, St. Patrick's Day.  We still got Missy Mups' little green hat, green arm garter, and a teensy glass for green beer.  No, mama and daddy do not let me drink beer no matter what color. I am only twos, and I do not think I would like it anyway.

Mama's sekrut to takin Missy's picture was usin lime jello in the teensy beer mug.  That way if it gets tippered over, nothin spills.

I guess I just gotta accept that I am gonna be the star model of our family from now on.  The Peekster is a real wet blankie durin our photo shoots.  I guess it is worth it; I get extra treets for bein a good boy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Montana Hotrod Street Legal</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/763937</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Feb 2012 13:40:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, everbuddy!  With Angel Rocky Ann's help, our little blue hotrod is street legal.  Mama ordered  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, everbuddy!  With Angel Rocky Ann's help, our little blue hotrod is street legal.  Mama ordered Montana license plates with mine and the Peekster's name.  They are good metal ones, and my plate is on the side of the stroller that has a tiger patch.  That stands for me.  Peekie's plate is on the side of the stroller that gots a little pink sequinned kitty girl with a bow on her, uhhhhh...tail.  

We have to fold our stroller up a lot when we are travelerin with mama and daddy, so mama and daddy had to think real hard bout how and where to put the license plates.  They hafta come off when the stroller gets squished for travelerin in our campster trailer.  

Mama was kinda nervus, but daddy said he could driller holes in the front step.  Mama decidered they should have somethin called S-hooks to go through the holes daddy drillered, and then the license plates could hang right on the hooks.  Mama said if one falled off, they are metal, so she and daddy should notice.

There was lotsa drama; mama and daddy had to go shopsterin for the S-hooks, and daddy sperimented to see if he was goin through the plastic step by puttin his finger right in the way when the driller broke through the plastic.  Finally our plates were on, and now we are street legal.

Yesterday even though it is the middler of winter here, mama and daddy decidered to try out the stroller with our new license plates.  Peekie and I both got our coats on.  Then mama and daddy put us in the stroller, and away we went down the driverway and onto the road.  Peekie was kinda skared, and she went under the blankie mama put in so we could not get cold.  I took my rightful place in the driver's seat lookin straight ahead and noticin every single thing we passed.  I looked and listened and smelled.  It was SO fun; mama said I looked real happy.  I was not really reddy to come home, but mama was worried Peekie and I would get too cold cuz we do not go outside in the wintertime.  

Mama tooked some pictures of our new plates on our totally radical, cool hotrod stroller.  There are new pictures on my page.  Peekie and I are ackshly in the stroller even though you catnot tell.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Valentine, 2012</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/763249</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Feb 2012 17:34:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, everbuddy.  I just wanna tell you bout my beautiful Valentine for 2012.  Her name is Monida!  Y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, everbuddy.  I just wanna tell you bout my beautiful Valentine for 2012.  Her name is Monida!  You mostly all know her.  She is sweet, smart, and pretty!  I asked her today to be my Valentine, and she said yes, so I am jumpsterin for joy.  

My daddy is comin tomorrow, and I am gonna ask him if it is OK to give whisker kisses for Valentine's Day.  Ooh, I am excitered to have a Valentine for this year.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What's a Kitty to Do?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/763125</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Feb 2012 09:20:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>This mornin mama was on the puter, and Peekie and I came into the office to help.  Mama was real biz ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This mornin mama was on the puter, and Peekie and I came into the office to help.  Mama was real bizzy readin and typsterin when she heard "bumpa, bumpa, bumpa."  That is the sound the closet doors make when sumbuddy is tryin to get into the closet.  When grampster hanged the closet doors, he decidered they did not need a bottom track.  Missy Mups knew how to pull the outside door open at the bottom and go inside the closet.  It took me bout one minute to figger it out, and even the Peekster can pull the door out and go inside the closet.

When mama heard the bumpin sound, she hollered, and Peekie went flyin away from the closet, pulled the office door open, and went out into the hall.  Then mama heard the same kinda sound, but it was not so loud.  She looked around for me, and I was not there.  Then she heard the sound again.  

Yeppers, you guessed it.  I was inside the closet with the GIANT bag of tasty wild stuff.  Peekie and I are almost eatin only tasty wild stuff now, so mama bought a 15 pound bag and put it in the closet.  I decidered since the nuther kitty foods are mixed and in a bowl in the kitchen with a snappy-on lid, I would just get in the closet, gnaw a hole in the bag of tasty wild stuff, and get my own snack.

Mama let me outta the closet; I am not sure I coulda got out on my ownest.  Then she yelled at me real loud and clapped her hands and told me I was bad.  No, mama; not bad, just hungry for some yummy tasty wild stuff.  My punishmunts was to have to leave the room for five whole minutes, but now I am back.  I am pertendin to be good until mama forgets bout the tasty wild stuff in the closet again.  Then I will make anuther try at gettin my ownest snack.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Naughty Dreamboat #62</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/762145</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 12:18:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Mama sez I am a naughty dreamyboat.  Yesterday grampster and mama's cousin installed our new clothes ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama sez I am a naughty dreamyboat.  Yesterday grampster and mama's cousin installed our new clothesy dryer, but I did not get to help.  The Peekster and I spent all afternoon in the beddyroom.  It was OK; we had our food and water and potty and toys, but I wanted to help do "guy stuff."  I howled and howled, but nobuddy would let me out.

This mornin mama called daddy to wish him a happy birthday.  Her cell phone started beepin, so she got the cord and plugged it in where the washerin machine and dryer are.  While mama was talkin, I leaped up onto the washerin machine.  Quick as a flash I had my front paws over the back of the washerin machine and my back paws right on the top.  I started to leap down behind the washerin machine.  

Mama did the onliest thing she could do to stop me.  She grabbed my tail!  She called it a handle.  Mama grabbed my tail right where it hooks onto my behinder and pulled me backward away from the edge.  Meanwhile she was screamerin into the phone, "NO GUNNIE!"  Poor daddy did not know what to think.  

As soon as I slid back from the edge, mama reached out and scruffed me.  She tried to put me back down on the floor, but I am long, and my back paws were gettin tanglered in the cell phone chargin cord.  Finally mama got me safely back on the floor.  Then she SWATTED my behinder and YELLED and told me I am naughty!  Does she not know who I am?  I am Gunnarr T, dreamyboat #62.  How could she forget so soon?

I guess I will have to forgive mama cuz she sez she was just tryin to pertect me from danger.  She said I would get stuck, and there are yucky things like clamps and lectrical cords and stuff that could hurt me.  I am not sure I would like bein stucked behind the washerin machine and dryer, but I know mama would figger somethin out to rescue me.  Wouldn't you, mama?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Me?  A Dreamyboat?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/761981</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 10:44:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>It must be true; Samoa sez it is!  Dreamyboat #62.

I have comed a long way in a little over two y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It must be true; Samoa sez it is!  Dreamyboat #62.

I have comed a long way in a little over two years.  My kitty mama’s name was Ezra.  When she had me and my brothers, Jackson and Solomon, her humans did not want us no more.  Do you think they thought she was a boy?  

We might all have gone to a kill shelter, but the nice peoples at the Pet Paw-See took us in.  That is where mama found me, in a foster home.  Mama had to fill out lotsa papers just to meet me and then even more to make me her little boy.  My name then was Truck cuz I was the biggest and boldest brother.  

My first night with mama was not so fun.  I got shotters, and then mama brought me home.  It was just too much; shotters, no brothers, strange place, strange mama, and lotsa strange smells.  I cried and cried and cried until mama cried with me.  Then we went to bed early, and I snuggled against mama’s neck and fell asleep right away.  The next day mama and I already loved each nuther.  A few days later my daddy camed.  Mama put me in daddy’s arms, and it was love at first sight.  Daddy and I are tight!  

I thought life couldn’t get no better, and then the Peekster came to live with us.  She is the best toy, errrrrr, sister any guy kitty could have.  Know what is best about her?  When you chaser her, she RUNS very fast so you can keep chaserin her more and more.  I do love my sister.  I snuggle with her and give her baths and even let her eat outta my food dishy.  I also love my mama and daddy LOTS and LOTS.

When I came to Catsterland, I started makin lotsa friends.  Then the Peekster came, and we made even more friends.  We have our angel sister, Missy Mups, watchin over us too.  We gave and got prezunts and joined groups, and every day we get to read all bout our friends and what they are doin.  It is so cool.  We have lotsa fun here.  

And now Samoa sez I am a dreamyboat!  Yeppers, I have comed a long way.  Thank you, Samoa, for makin me one of your dreamyboats.  Yeppers, #62.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>How Did I?...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/761831</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 12:18:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, how did I become the family model?  I guess it's becuz the Peekster fell down on the job.  Her  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, how did I become the family model?  I guess it's becuz the Peekster fell down on the job.  Her new middle name is "Uncooperative."  I, on the nuther hand, know how to behave.  I sit quietly where mama wants me to, and I will turn my head and look handsome or cute when mama or daddy make noises.  Sumtimes they bark like dogs or growl.  My ears come right up, and I get my real intense look straight into the camera.  

Today mama decidered to put me in the chair where she tried Peekie's pictures the nuther day.  I am not real fond of lace, but I love my mama, so I decidered to man up and be a perfect model.  Mama took the little candy box and put it in the chair with me.  I am wearin my new Calvin collar.  It is called Chocolate and Cherries, purrfect for Valentine's Day.  Today mama got out one of those little party noisemaker thingies.  Boy, it is VERY interestin.  It scares the Peekster, but I love to hear the funny noise and watch it poof out at me.

I guess from now on mama will be lookin for guy kitty stuff cuz she doesn't think the Peekster will ever be any good at modelin.  It is a tough job, but sumkitty has to do it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm a Tattle Tail!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/761531</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 17:31:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Guess what?  Our Calvin collars are here!  Mama catnot believe they got here so fast.  She could not ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Guess what?  Our Calvin collars are here!  Mama catnot believe they got here so fast.  She could not tear the package open fast enough.  The Peekster and I were watchin to see what was inside the package.  Mama got the collars out, and even though there was food from Wallermart that needed puttened up, mama could not resist tryin our collars on us.  Mine is red and white.  I gotta say I look pretty spiffy in it.  The red floof shows up REAL good against my sleek black furs.  Peekie's collar is Peekaboo Pink and white.  Mama sez Peekie looks like a little doll in her collar, a little Valentine girl.  

Mama knew she would be bizzy for awhile puttin away the foodies, so she took our collars off and put em on the washerin machine.  Mama finished her works and was havin some roast chickie in the dinin room when she heard a noise.  She knew sumbuddy was on the washerin machine.  When mama started up the hall, she saw the Peekster near the washerin machine.  Peekie was lookin pretty guilty.  See the package had a coupla little thingies of catnipshun inside, so our collars smelled pretty yummy.  When mama got back to the washerin machine, there was my collar on the floor, and it was WET!  I don't know why Peekie didn't slobber on her own collar, but she took mine and nuzzled and snuzzled and drooled all over it.  Yuck!  Mama sez not to worry; the collar will dry out, and nobuddy will be able to tell my sister slobbered all over it.

Thanks, Cat in the Clover, for makin such cool stuff.  I am defnutly wearin my new collar when I go to see Dr. Unkl Mike for my yearly shotters.  Everybuddy at Best Friends Animal Hospital will be in awes of me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>High Jumpin</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/761357</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 17:48:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, everbuddy!  Mama fixed up my videos and put em on my page.  Mama is not the best video maker pe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, everbuddy!  Mama fixed up my videos and put em on my page.  Mama is not the best video maker person; mostly she catnot keep up with me when I am playin, but you can see me doin my high jumps.  Well, at least you can see part of me jumpin and playin with daddy.  The videos are called "Gunnie Gets Wild" and "Playtime for Gunnarr."  I can jump REAL high, but sumtimes I come down kinda wonky.  Mama made me and daddy stop playin the other night cuz there was a huge crash.  Mama asked daddy what happened, and he said I crashed into the coffee table.  Mama made me quit playin, and she checked all my leggies and my tummy and back and head to make sure I was not hurt.  Course I was not hurt, I was just bein a guy kitty.  What can I say?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Calvin Collars</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/761011</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 17:59:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Woohoo!  The Peekster and I are gettin new Calvin collars.  Mama thought we should have prezunts for ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woohoo!  The Peekster and I are gettin new Calvin collars.  Mama thought we should have prezunts for Valentine's Day, so she got us new collars.  Mine is bright red and white, and Peekie's is Peekaboo Pink and white.  

On a nuther subject, mama should be shamed of herself cuz we have never had our pictures taken wearin our riginal Calvin collars, and we have had them since we were kittens!  

Angel Rocky Ann also helped mama with a site that sells little license plates, so we will each have a plate with our name on it to go on our stroller for the spring strollerin season. She even showed mama where to hook the plates onto our stroller.  Thanks, Rocky Ann!  You are a really cool angel.

Mama shot some videos of me doin my high jumps, but she does not have time right now to try and make em presentable.  They are not the best cuz mama catnot keep up with me sumtimes when I get real wound up.  Does anykitty know a good videographer?  Maybe I could hire one with my allowance.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sunday DDP and Some Help Needed, Please</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/760133</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 15:23:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, thanks Catster diary gal, for pickin me as one of the daily diary picks today.  

I am gonna  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, thanks Catster diary gal, for pickin me as one of the daily diary picks today.  

I am gonna take this opportunity to tell ya a sad story, and I hope you can help.  The current kitty of the week, Bosco, went to the bridge real sudden just a few days ago.  It seems speshly sad to me and mama and the Peekster that this would happen before Bosco even got to enjoy his week in the spotlight.  

Can you help by sendin some purrs and kind thoughts to his family to help them heal?  I think it would help them feel better.  Mostly all our families know how much it hurts when their kitties have to leave for the bridge.  Please help.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cat of the Day and the Hideaway Bed</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/759785</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 17:51:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>As my day in the spotlight winds down, I wanna thank the Big Cat for lettin me be Cat of the Day.  I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As my day in the spotlight winds down, I wanna thank the Big Cat for lettin me be Cat of the Day.  It is an honor I never even thought of before.  I was happy playin and visitin with my friends.  I hope I have thanked everykitty purrsonally, but I think I should say thanks here to all my kitty friends and even some kitties who may not be my friends for the good wishes and prezunts they have showered on me today.  :)

Lotsa kitties have asked about the bed in my main picture.  It is a Hideaway bed from Drs. Foster and Smith.  At first mama was not that happy with the bed cuz Peekie and I would not get in it.  Mama decidered the cover was kinda stiff, and it did not smell like our house, so mama took the cover with the fleecey stuff off (it gots a zipper) and washed and dried it.  Then mama rubbed the fleece with catnipshun (yum!) and rubbed it with one of her worned sockies.  Now we're talkin; the bed smells like me and Peekie and nip and mama.  The bed inside was still kinda too poofy, but it has a little zipster too, so mama tooked some of the stuffin out.  After that the little hideaway bed was purrfect, and Peekie and I both sleep in it. 

In fact, this mornin we sleeped in it together.  We were end to end in the bed, and it was kinda squeezy.  There was not room for our toy mouse, so we kicked him out, and it was way better!

Thanks again, everykitty, for all the good wishes and prezunts.  I feel real happy and loved.  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Really AM a Warrior</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/759559</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 11:17:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night something woked mama up.  It sounded like sumbuddy kinda softly scratchin in the kitty li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night something woked mama up.  It sounded like sumbuddy kinda softly scratchin in the kitty litter in our potty in the bathroom.  Then mama heard growlerin.  It was me.  Mama laid real still and listened hard.  The scratchin sound stopped, but I growlered again.  Mama listened some more.  I growlered even louder and longer.  GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Mama reached down to pet me and tell me it was OK; it was just the Peekster in the potty.  Then mama's hand touched BOTH Peekie and me.  Uh-oh... Maybee we are not alone?

Mama's heart was poundin, but she got up and turned on the light in the hallway.  I think Peekie thought we were gettin snaks, so she camed with me and mama.  I stopped growlerin, but I was right ahead of mama goin up the hall and into the dark livin room.  I was kinda croucherin and slinkin, but I kept goin on ahead of mama.  We got to the kitchen and dinerin room, and there was nobuddy there.  

I stayed right with mama when she had to open the closed doors to the no-no room and the office.  As she opened the doors, mama was thinkin "Why didn't I learn to load and fire my little Taurus revolver?"  See, mama got the little gun back in the old days when she went lotsa places all by herself.  Then daddy came into her life, and she didn't need the little revolver cuz she had daddy AND his big gun mama calls Mr. Silver.  The onliest problem last night was daddy and Mr. Silver were not here.  Mama sez lesson learned; next time daddy comes mama is learnin how to use the little Taurus cuz it will not pertect us from inside its box.

I was glad there wasn't nobuddy in our house, but I was ready to pertect mama and the Peekster.  Mama thinks I am a very brave kitty.  She says I always face the danger instead of runnin away from it.  

P.S. We never did figure out what the noise was...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We Made Cards!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/759467</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 20:08:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Yay!  Peekie and mama and I made cards.  It only took three hours to make three cards.  Mostly it wa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yay!  Peekie and mama and I made cards.  It only took three hours to make three cards.  Mostly it was cuz mama is REAL rusty.  Sumtimes she could not find stuff she needed, and nuther times her stuff would not work cuz it was so old.  We got dried up ink pads, glitter glue that is not gluey no more, and markers that do not work.  

Mama also had the advantage of havin me and the Peekster to help make the cards.  We helped by runnin in and out of the crafterin room.  In winter the door is sposed to be "sorta" shut.  We can open the door, but we catnot close it, so guess who gets to do that?  Course, sumtimes we helped make cards, and sumtimes we napped, and sumtimes we changed our minds bout bein in the crafterin room and had to leave.  Then we had to come back.  We chased papers and meowered and ran in and outta the crafterin room and banged the door into a little table mama was usin and tried to spill some water mama was usin to try and make a watercolor paintin and got colored glitter in our furs and tried to see what mama was doin when she was usin what she calls a "heat gun."  

The whole sperience was REALLY fun, and I hope we get to do it all over tomorrow. Now I am sooooo tired I think I need a nap!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hobbies</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/759383</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 11:06:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>YAY!  Mama is gonna start crafterin again.  Peekie and I catnot wait cuz mama has a whole closet ful ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ YAY!  Mama is gonna start crafterin again.  Peekie and I catnot wait cuz mama has a whole closet full of crafterin stuff.  The other day mama decided she would stamp some greetin cards, but when she started lookin for stuff to use, hours and hours went by, but she never made a single card.  Mama has not stamped since before our grammie crossed the bridge more than three years ago.  Wait a minute; that's longer than the Peekster and I have been borned.  

Anyway, Peekie and I watched mama drag out all kinds of stuff; stamps, stampin pads, embossin powder, heat gun, and even more stuff.  Then mama just sat there and looked at all the stuff.  Pretty soon she looked at Mr. Clock, turned off the lights, and closed the door.  No cards today...

Peekie and I wanna help mama stamp, but she keeps not doin it, and she sez stuff like embossin powder and heat guns and stamp cleaner probly do not mix with cureeeus kitties.  Sigh...Peekie and I might need to nap instead.

P.S. The Peekster and I are makin bets on whether or not mama will ever make any cards.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>YAY!  YAY!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/758885</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Jan 2012 14:02:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>What a diffrunse two days makes!  Two cool things happened today.

First, we got e-mail from the W ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a diffrunse two days makes!  Two cool things happened today.

First, we got e-mail from the Watch Cat.  They gave us our Catster Plus back right away while they're waitin to find the check mama sent.

Second, I WINNED!!!  I won the New Year's photo contest at the Cat and Dog Plaza.  Peekie and I both entered, and I winned!  Usually the Peekster wins because of her "excessive cuteyness."  Neener, neener, Peekie.  I winned this one!  Thanks, ministrators of Cat and Dog Plaza, for lettin me have this honor.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Today is a Bummer</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/758563</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Jan 2012 12:27:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>We lost our CatsterPlus today.  Mama wrote a check to Dogster on December 20, 2011, and sent it to t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We lost our CatsterPlus today.  Mama wrote a check to Dogster on December 20, 2011, and sent it to the Dogster address that same day.  Today we got a message from the Big Cat that says our Plus has expired.  We know it was the hollerdays and all, but 17 days later they still have not got our check?  We do not think so.  Mama called, but all she got was an answerin machine.  Not so friendly...  Then we sent an e-mail.  We hope they answer soon so we can get our Plus back.  Not everbuddy wants a PayPal account or to hafta call Catster to renew (and get an answerin machine).  Why can't we renew with mama's credit card on-line?  Please give us our Plus back, and you can add an extra day for us not havin it too.

We are real diss-pointed in Catster right now...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh, Boy...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/758411</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Jan 2012 12:37:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Peekie and I hardly ever erp up, but Sunday mornin mama and daddy heard that terbl noise that all ki ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Peekie and I hardly ever erp up, but Sunday mornin mama and daddy heard that terbl noise that all kitty kat parents know so well.  Daddy couldn't find much at all, and I seemed OK.  Yesterday mornin mama fed me and the Peekster, and then when she camed back out into the livin room, there was kitty kat breakfast on the carpet.

Mama got some cleanering up things.  She got real upset when she looked at the kitty erp up.  It looked like there was a worm in it!  Not to worry, well at least bout any worms.  After closer inspection, (by mama, not me; I was keepin away and pertendin I did not do it) mama decidered it was some of the little thingies off the noise makers she and daddy were usin when they were takin New Year's pictures of me and Peekie.  

I am not tellin if it is true, but mama thinks when they were takin Peekie's pictures I was tastin some of the extra noise makers on the coffee table.  Mama says I am terble bout eatin stuff that is not food.  That is why all the wasterbaskets in the house have lids, and there are no plastic Wallermart bags left layin around cuz I love to eat bad stuff.  

Anyway, mama thought I was done erpin up, but then she heard me again this mornin.  She decidered maybee there was still some stuff in my tummy, and it might be what she calls past the "point of no return," so she gave me some hairball goop.  When I was a kitten I thought it was lishus, but now I do not like it even a teensy bit.  That did not matter cuz my mama is real stubborn.  Mama forced me to eat it three diffrunt times until she thought I had enough. I sure hope I do not have to eat no more. 

I almost promised to be good.  I tried, but I just couldn't meow the words.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Kissmouse Story</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/755929</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 11:18:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Have you heard the legend of the Tabby M?  If not, and you have that &quot;M&quot; on your forehead, or even i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have you heard the legend of the Tabby M?  If not, and you have that "M" on your forehead, or even if you are just curious as a cat, you can read the Legend of the Tabby M on my sister, Missy Mups', page.  There are some different versions, but mama liked this one best. Peekie and I hope you will stop by and read the story.  We think it will make you smile...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kissmouse Pictures</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/755407</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 17:56:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, mama and daddy went and did it.  Monday mornin after breakfast mama started gettin out the cam ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, mama and daddy went and did it.  Monday mornin after breakfast mama started gettin out the camera stuff and costooms for me and Peekie to wear.  Then mama started bossin daddy round, tellin him he had to be the "cat wrangler" and make sure Peekie and I did not flee the scene while mama was takin the pictures.

First I got my tie on.  I did not mind wearin my tie, but I did not wanna sit in the chair with the Santa Claws face.  I kept jumpin down and tryin to run away, but daddy was real patient with me.  He would scoop me up, cuddle me, tell me it was OK, and then he would put me right back in the chair.  After awhile I figured it out.  Sit in the chair and look kinda cute for a few minutes.  Then daddy will take off my costoom and give me treets!  

After the treets I got to relax while Peekie took her turn.  The Peekster was better at the modelin thing than me.  She just sat in the chair and looked real innersent.  She is pretty good at that.  Then Peekie got to relax and get her treets, and I got a nuther turn in the chair.  

Honest, it was not so bad, and the pictures turned out so OK that mama and daddy are already plottin a nuther picture takin session. 

Can you beleeve daddy said to mama this morning, "Do you think we could put them both in the chair and take a picture? Gunnie could wear his tie, and Peekie could wear the red Christmas collar." Ummmmm, daddy, what planet are you livin on?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>DDP Just for Me!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/754311</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 10:16:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Jeepers, what a surprise to be a Daily Diary Pick today, and I did not even mention poop a single ti ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, what a surprise to be a Daily Diary Pick today, and I did not even mention poop a single time!  Thanks diary gal!It is an even greater honor to be picked on the very same day that our good friend, Fluffy, is Diary of the Day.  Congratulations, Fluffy!

On a nuther note, our dufus mama forgot Peekie and I both had Santa Claws pictures until yesterday.  Finally she put em on our pages so they look kinda Kissmousy.

Peekie and I are on guard for any outfit ironin, prop settin up, or movin of lights in our house.  We need to be ready to run and hide if mama gets around to tryin a Kissmouse photo shoot.  OK, MAYBE the Santa suit is not so bad, but hats are dorky, and I don't wanna wear one.  The worst part is mama keeps gettin more and more ideas.  Now she is wonderin where Snoopy's little Red Baron helmet, goggles, and red scarf are.  Yeah, I know I would look really cool as the Red Baron, but the helmet would cover up my ears, and how could I hear?

This mornin the Peekster and I were playin games while mama was tryin to sleep.  First we played gallopy through the house. That one might be my favorite cept for wrestlin with Peekie.  I like to run REAL fast up the hall.  Then I leap onto mama's little antique velvet chair, up onto the bed, and skid to a stop right at the window.  Sometimes if I don't feel like stoppin, I just run in a circle around on the bed, leap off the bed onto the chair, leap off the chair, and race back up the hall.  I run to the dinin room and leap up into the bay window.  Then I turn and jump down and do it all again.  I did that a coupla times this mornin.  Then Peekie and I decided to wrestle...right on mama.  Peekie usually starts growlerin, and then mama yells at us to stop.  We both leap off the bed and run, but we just run somewhere else and start over.  This mornin we only ran to the bathroom.  See, there is this cool little steppy stool thing.  It is not very high, and Peekie likes to get underneath it.  Then I try to get her out.  Mama could hear the steppy thing bumpin into things and tipsterin and scootin cross the floor.  Later we came back up on the bed and did some more wrestlin.  It seemed like forever before mama's ringy dingy thing went off, so we could all get up and have some breakfast.  I think it was one of our funnest mornings ever.  Mama is not so sure...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Is She Kiddin?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/754045</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 16:51:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday mama got into Missy Mups' boxes of clothes, tiaras, and stuff she calls &quot;props.&quot;  She was  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday mama got into Missy Mups' boxes of clothes, tiaras, and stuff she calls "props."  She was lookin for things to use in Peekie's and my Kissmouse pictures, but she found lots more stuff, some things she didn't even member she had.  

I am kinda lucky; I can't wear anything pink or girly.  Poor Peekie had to try on most of the "outfits" that mama found.  It is a good thing mama did not try to put the pink cape with the pearls or the sparkly Mardi Gras masks with the feathers on me.  I did hafta wear the little Santa suit and hat, and mama made me try on the wizard hat, cowboy hat, and a little cop hat.  Sumbuddy gave the little cop hat to mama for Missy, but she never got to wear it, so I guess now I will be the victim.I MIGHT wear the cop hat if mama and daddy would get me a little poleese car to drive.  I tried on the chickie hat a few days ago, and that was pretty terbl too.  

Mama kept puttin the hats on and then tryin to see how I looked in em.  Mostly she could never tell cuz I would lean back and put my head back and howl that I did not like it.  Then the hat would fall backwards and not look right.  Mama kept cuddlin and kissin me, but I knew it was just so she could put more hats on me, so I just kept on yowlerin.  Finally mama seemed to be outta stuff she could put on us.  She kept some things out for what she calls our "photo shoot" later this week when daddy gets here.

I think I will call and find out if I have enuff allowance for a bus ticket to somewhere...anywhere...before daddy gets here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What is This; Buy Your Cat a Wardrobe Week?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/753357</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Dec 2011 14:22:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/753357</guid>
		<description>Geez; mama went to Wallermart yesterday for somethin and camed home with more kitty clothes.  She bo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Geez; mama went to Wallermart yesterday for somethin and camed home with more kitty clothes.  She bought this red collar with white furry trim and two bells on it, and there is a red sequinned Santa hat that goes with it.  I had to try it on as soon as she got home.  I did not like the bells, and mama laughed at me cuz I kept skitterin siderways tryin to get rid of those jinglin things that kept chaserin me.  Later I decidered it would be a better idea to just turn around and eat those darned bells.  That didn't work very good neether cuz I could not get hold of em.  They kept runnin away everytime I turned around and tried to chomp em.  The hat was OK too, cept the ear holes were not in the right spot.  

Later mama tried the Santa hat and collar on Peekie.  She thought it was OK; she just sat there on the bed feelin silly.  Lucky for us, mama was bizzy, so she did not have time to let us wear the stuff for long.  We hafta be stupidvis, errrrrrr, I mean "supervised" when we are wearin kitty clothes.

Today our new Kindle Fire got here.  It was only FOUR days late. Thank you, U.S. Postal Service!  Mama says the keyword is "service," and there isn't much...

We also got a nuther package in the mail today.  Inside was a Skinneez skwirl.  He is kinda puny, but I tossed him around for a few minutes.  He's not very sassy.  The dreaded chickie hat was in the package too.  Mama made me try him on, but she thought the strappy thing that holds him on was too long, so she took him off my head right away.  Then she discovered that the velcro stuff sticks to anywhere on the chickie hat.  She thought she would put it on me again, but I ran off, and she could not find me.  

Peekie and I are hopin mama will be too bizzy tryin out the new carpet cleaner, cleanerin the house, and wrappin and sendin Kissmouse prezunts to take Kissmouse pictures of us.  She says it will be a "monumental" task.  What's monumental?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daddy's Prezunt</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/753059</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Dec 2011 17:50:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/753059</guid>
		<description>I wanted to tell everybuddy bout this a few days ago, but mama and daddy were mean.  They went off a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I wanted to tell everybuddy bout this a few days ago, but mama and daddy were mean.  They went off and left me and the Peekster all alone two different days.  I thought bout tryin to use the computer without mama, but I could not find the button to make it go.  

Daddy came down from Havre to be with us on Thursday.  He went shopsterin first.  He comed home and said to mama "Look what I found."  First mama could not see what it was, but then she started laughin.  Daddy was holdin the little white collar and Kissmouse tie they tried to buy at Petco a few days before.  There weren't no ties on the rack, and daddy asked the nice man to see if they had more.  He came back and told mama and daddy they were out and couldn't even order any mores.  Mama tried to order one from the webbersite, but with shipsterin it was REAL spensive.  Then daddy checked the webbersite tryin to help mama, and he said they were outta stock.  Nobuddy knows why daddy was so lucky, but when he went back to Petco on Thursday, there was the little tie.  Maybee somebuddy brought it back?  I dunno...

Anyway, now I got my Kissmouse tie.  Mama couldn't wait to try it on me.  I thought wearin a tie would be terbl, but to be honest, I couldn't even tell it was on me.  I shook my head once, and the little tie went spinnin around to the side.  Mama and daddy laughed and fixed it.  I felt real hansum, so I just sat there showin off my new Kissmouse tie.  Then the Peekster thought she wanted to wear my tie.  Mama put it on her, but it is a guy tie, plus she is way too floofy, and it did not look right. 

Anyway, my Kissmouse tie is the most speshl one in the whole wide world cuz mama got out the ironin board and iron and pressed my little white collar and my red and green tie until they were purrfect! 

Are there Kissmouse pictures in my future.  I dunno...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It Gets Worse...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/752092</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 13:41:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/752092</guid>
		<description>I love my mama lots.  I let her hold me like a baby, I let her brush me even when she pulls on my bl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love my mama lots.  I let her hold me like a baby, I let her brush me even when she pulls on my bloomers, and I let her trim my nails.  Sometimes I yowler when I catnot find her.  Mama sez she loves me too, so I wonder why she would wanna torture me.

You gotta unnerstand; my mama is stubborn.  When she wants somethin, she will work real hard to get it.  She wants me to have a Kissmouse tie.  Even after she found the Big Lots ad on the table yesterday, mama was still pokin round on the computer lookin for ties.

Am I lucky she did not find one?  NO!  I am not cuz mama went to the Drs. Foster and Smith website lookin for ties.  No ties, but the Howlween hats were on sale.  Why, oh why would my mama want me to wear a chickin hat?  Well, OK, it is called a rooster hat, but that is still a chickin.  This is so terble I can hardly even talk about it.  

I would hope it gets lostered in shipperment, but mama does not know I saw the nuther things she ordered, and they are cool.  Peekie is gettin a heart-shaped tag for her harness that says "I need daily medication" with a coupla phone numbers.  Peekie and I are gettin a cool bed called a hideaway bed.  It gots a blankie attached so you can crawl in under the blankie and peek out.  Course then there is the rooster hat.  Mama says it is "adorable."  Poor kitty who was wearin it in the picture.  I feel bad for him.  

Mama got that stuff in the cart, but she would still have to pay shipstering, and she is cheep!  Mama went all over the website lookin for something that costed less than $3 cuz she knewed that shipstering would cost more than $3.  She found just the right thing; a skinneez toy skwirl for me and the Peekster to beat up.  When mama got doned, we were 56 cents over the limit for free shippin. 

I think I am gonna have to hide out next October so mama catnot find me for my rooster hat photo shoot.

P.S. The chickin hat is already on its way to Big Sky Country.  Sigh...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Uh-Oh</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/751944</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 17:02:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/751944</guid>
		<description>Well, I thought mama could not find no nuther places to look for a Kissmouse tie for me, but I was r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I thought mama could not find no nuther places to look for a Kissmouse tie for me, but I was rong...

Today while mama was cleanerin the house up from daddy bein here and Thanksgivin, she sorted through all the papers on the table.  There was some mail, a buncha coupons for clippin, and a Big Lots ad from the newsypaper.  It had a pikshur of a dawg wearin what mama called a "cute outfit," and it said somethin bout a HUGE selekshun.  Uh-oh; mama is goin to town again on Friday.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not Best Dressed, Not Worst Dressed, Not Dressed at All</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/751774</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 18:19:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/751774</guid>
		<description>On Saturday mama and daddy saw the Petco ad, and there was a cute little white collar with a red and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ On Saturday mama and daddy saw the Petco ad, and there was a cute little white collar with a red and green plaid Kissmouse tie.  Mama said "Oh, wouldn't Gunnie look adorable wearing a tie?"  Daddy just smiled, and mama said "Well, he probably wouldn't wear a hat, but maybe he wouldn't mind the tie so much."  Again daddy just smiled. They went to Petco and looked at the Pet Paw-See kitties at the adoptathon, and then they looked for the ties.  There weren't no more ties in the display, so while mama was chattin with one of the Pet Paw-See ladies, daddy asked a nice man who worked at Petco if they had any more ties in the back room.  The man checked, and there weren't no ties left anywhere in the store, and the nice man told daddy they couldn't even order any more.  

Of course, when mama and daddy came home, and mama told me they couldn't find me a tie, I managed to look REAL sad.  Then I hoped mama would forget about ties and hats and any kinda stuff I might have to wear.

Today mama went to town, and she went everywhere lookin for kitty kat Kissmouse ties.  I am just crushed; mama could not find no ties anywhere in town.  I thought she was finally done with tryin to buy Kissmouse ties, but then she went on-line to Petco.com.  Geez; they had that same little white collar and Kissmouse tie, and it was marked down!  Mama got all eksitered.  She put the tie in her cart; I think it costed $2.39.  Then she looked at the shipstering cost.  When she saw that the cute little Kissmouse tie would cost more than $8, she emptied her cart.  She pollergized to me for not gettin me the tie.  It is hard to look SO sad two whole times when you are really wantin to scamper with joy, but I think I managed to fool mama into thinkin I was sad.  Maybe that wasn't a good idea.  What if she thinks she needs to look some more for a Kissmouse tie because I am TOO sad?

On an entirely nuther subject, mama and daddy said Santa is bringin em a Kindle Fire for Kissmouse.  I asked mama if the fire trucks would come when it gets here, but she said no.  I guess it is just a tiny fire, so we don't need no trucks.  I wonder if Peekie and I can roast marshmellers over it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Baby Sister is Silly</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/748818</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 20:24:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/748818</guid>
		<description>My baby sister, Peekie, is almost two whole years old, but she still acts like a silly kitten.  Mama ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My baby sister, Peekie, is almost two whole years old, but she still acts like a silly kitten.  Mama sez the Peekster may never grow up; she wants to be like Peter Pan.  Who?

When Peekie wants attention she throws herself on the floor and trills and rolls around and shows her fluffy tummy.  Guess what?  It works EVERY single time!

In the morning the Peekster wants mama to pick her up and give her loves.  She trills and paws at mama's arm and tries to climb into mama's arms while mama is getting dressed.

I really gotta talk to the baby sis bout this one.  She cries for her medsins!  I admit the yum-yum medsins are pretty good.  I sneaked a taste or two when I licked where the medsin shooter thingie was sittin by the sink.  Corn oil; yum...  Well, anyway I wish Peekie would not cry for her medsins.  She will make me look bad if I ever need to take any medsins.  It is kinda disgustin how she cries.  Then she dances around with her tail all up in the air and fluffy.  Then when mama turns around with the medsins, the Peekster takes off for the bedroom.  She jumps on the little antique chair and then up onto the bed.  She runs across the bed to the nuther side.  Then she turns around and comes back to mama who is comin behind her.  She lays down on the bed then and lets mama give her the first medsins.  When mama goes to get the nuther medsins, Peekie jumps down and follows mama back to the bathroom.  When mama is ready with the second medsins, they do it all over again.

When Peekie has had all her medsins, mama holds her like a baby.  Peekie purrs and purrs and squirms while mama cuddles her and pets her.  It makes me jellus...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>November Strolling</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/747351</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Nov 2011 14:51:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/747351</guid>
		<description>Woohoo!  Peekie and I got to go for a walk in our stroller today.  It is November!  In Montana!  
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woohoo!  Peekie and I got to go for a walk in our stroller today.  It is November!  In Montana!  

Mama says not to get so eksitered.  It is the calm before the storm.  Tomorrow it is sposed to snow and only be 25-30 degrees.  I guess our Canadian friends are sendin this storm cuz they do not want it no more.  ;)

Anyway, it is a beauterful day.  The sky is super Montana blue, and the sun is shinering, but the very best part?  No wind.  Well, OK, there was a teensy breeze, but we are more used to lotsa wind, so it felt really, REALLY nice today.  

Mama put me and the Peekster in our stroller and headed for the little store.  It is about a half mile away.  When we got to the store, mama just kept walkin.  We had passed a nice lady, and she and mama said hi.  Later when we met her again, she and mama said hi again.  Then the lady said, "Oh, that is not a baby in the stroller.  What is it?"  Then I peeked out at the lady, and she got a big smile on her face.  Peekie was livin up to her name, peekin out from underneath the mattress.  Akshly she was obscurin my view, but mama would not make her come out.  The lady had a pretty aksent, and mama asked where she was from.  Her name is Gertrude, she lives in our neighborhood, and she is from Austria!  How cool is that?  

Mama and Gertrude talked for a few minutes, and she told mama she was afraid of deers and bears.  Mama told her there probly won't be no bears although we did have a black bear earlier this year hangin around down by the river.  Mama told Gertrude to watch out for the boy deers cuz they are chasin the lady deers, and they can be gressive at this time of year.  Mama suggested takin a walkin stick just in case Gertrude needed to bonk one of those boy deers on the noggin.  Gertrude asked what mama would do with her kitties and stroller if there was a boy deer, and mama didn't have any answer for that question.  

When we got home, I told mama not to worry bout the boy deers.  If we saw one, I would growl real loud, and then if mama would let me outta the stroller I would jump on the deer's back and bite and scratch him until he cried and runned away.  No dumb old boy deer is gonna ruin our walk in the neighborhood!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Battenin Down the Hatches</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/745333</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 11:59:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/745333</guid>
		<description>Summertime is over in Montana.  Mama spended two whole days doin what she said was &quot;puttin the yard  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Summertime is over in Montana.  Mama spended two whole days doin what she said was "puttin the yard and gardens to sleep for the winter."  All our birdie houses are goned, the furnitures on the deck and the barby-cuer is goned, the flower pots with the pretty flowers are all goned, and all the garden dekrashuns are goned.  Mama said she put them all in our giant new storaj shed.  Even the pretty little solar lights are missin, and it is real dark outside in the gardens at night.

I guess there won't be no more stroller rides for me and the Peekster, but that is OK.  Now mama will be inside with us all the time.  I guess we better start thinkin up cool games to play.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am a Brave Brother</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/740003</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 14:24:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/740003</guid>
		<description>I guess I showed that nuther kitty who came to our cabin at Virgelle.  His name is Garfield, and he  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I guess I showed that nuther kitty who came to our cabin at Virgelle.  His name is Garfield, and he belongs to the Virgelle ferry mistress.  He must not like her much cuz he lives mostly around the Virgelle Mercantile.  He is real friendly to peeples; mama said they must feed him and let him come in the cabins sometimes.  My sister, Peekie, has a disease and can't get shotters, so I have to protect her against nuther kitties comin too close.  Garfy kept comin around.  One time he camed up on our porch while the door was open.  He laid down on the porch and started slappin his tail real hard.  I got in front of Peekie and stared him down.  The Peekster was kinda curious bout Garfy, but I knew the cabin was MINE, and I was not gonna let him come in.  Daddy was right behind me makin sure I did not leap at the door.  I know I could beat that Garfy up, but mama and daddy said they knew I was Gunnarr the Warrior, and I did not have to prove I was tougher than Garfy.  Then mama picked me up, and daddy shut the door.  It was OK, though, cuz Peekie and I had an open window that was up high where Garfy could not get close.  I laid in the window and did my guard cat duty while Peekie napped on the bed.  

Saturday mama and daddy took us for a stroll.  It was a long stroll.  Mama pushed us all the way down to the Virgelle ferry.  Then daddy pushed our stroller out on the ferry, and mama took pictures.  The river is BIG!.  While we were at the ferry, anuther kitty showed up.  That kitty is named Sammy, but mama did not know its name then, so she called it Puddy.  At first the kitty laughed at our stroller, but then it was jealous cuz we got to ride, and we could go pretty fast with daddy pushin our stroller.  Daddy pushed us all the way back to the mercantile and then down to our cabin.

There were two big beds in our cabin, and Peekie and I practiced our jumpin from one bed to the nuther bed. It was fun.  We napped together, and we had a few wrestlin matches.  I always win.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm a Pirate Captain!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/738605</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Sep 2011 11:24:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/738605</guid>
		<description>Woohoo!  I got a picture for Talk Like a Pirate Day too.  There is a real speshl person I gotta than ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woohoo!  I got a picture for Talk Like a Pirate Day too.  There is a real speshl person I gotta thank for this.  Peekie and I used to call her auntie, but we had a meeting, and we have decidered she is really our Fairy Godmother.  She made our beautiful pages, and she does speshl pictures for us.  She is always sweet and cheerful, and mama says she is a ray of sunshine.  She never asks for anything when she does nice things for us.  She just does it because she loves us.

So, Fairy Godmother, THANK YOU THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS MUCH for everything you do for us. You know who you are.  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks for the Jolly Roger</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/738559</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Sep 2011 09:02:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/738559</guid>
		<description>Thank you to a-nonny-mouse for the jolly roger.  It looks great on my page, and my sisters, Peekie a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank you to a-nonny-mouse for the jolly roger.  It looks great on my page, and my sisters, Peekie and Missy Mups, do not have any. Neener, neener.  I would like it even better if you were not a-nonny-mouse, and I could thank you in person.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We're Still There!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/738429</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 11:48:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/738429</guid>
		<description>Jeepers, Peekie and I are still on the Catster homepage.  How long do ya spose we get to stay there? ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, Peekie and I are still on the Catster homepage.  How long do ya spose we get to stay there?  I hope it will be long enough for Hollywood to find me and make me a big star.  Peekie is way too shy to be an actress, but I would like to star in a kitty adventure movie.  If I were a kitty movie star, daddy couldn't keep me from buying my own little blue sportscar.  Or maybe I would get a lavender Lamborghini like the famous western artist, Oleg Stavrowsky.  Mama and daddy met him at an art show a coupla years ago, and mama said he is real nice. Yeah, he is tough (and famous) enough to "drive lavender."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We Made the Homepage!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/738317</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 18:03:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/738317</guid>
		<description>Mama did not even notice it this morning when we checked in, but the Peekster and I got our picture  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama did not even notice it this morning when we checked in, but the Peekster and I got our picture on the Catster homepage.  Are we famous now?  

I think I would like to be famous so I could make lotsa monies and buy a little blue sports car.  I asked for one for my first birthday, and daddy said I was too young to drive.  I asked for one for my second birthday, and daddy said I already had a blue sports car, our pet stroller.  

Well, daddy, first of all it is called a "stroller," not a "car," and second it does not even have a steery wheel to  hang onto when ya go real fast.  Thirdly, even though we got the stroller before we got the Peekster, I have to share it with her.

I am still dreamin of a little blue sports car, maybe a Lamborghini...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We Remember...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/738033</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 13:01:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/738033</guid>
		<description>Well, OK, the Peekster and I can't remember because we were not borned yet, but mama does.  Today we ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, OK, the Peekster and I can't remember because we were not borned yet, but mama does.  Today we are flying our American flag in remembrance of all those who became heroes 10 years ago and all those innocents who lost their lives that terrible day.

Mama remembers she had just sat down to work.  She worked at home, and the radio was on with the ag news.  The ag guy told the DJ that something was happening in New York and he should check on it.  The DJ kinda blew him off, and the ag guy said again, "Something strange is happening in New York, and I think you should check for the latest news."  

At first everbuddy thought it was some kind of terrible accerdent, but when mama heard it was an attack on our country, she went and got our flag and hung it out.  Mama was very angry that anybuddy would attack our country and ALL Americans.  Mama says now hanging the flag was an act of defiance against our attackers, sorta "You want a piece of us?  Well, here we are.  Come and get us!"  

Some peoples around here complain about the noise, but when mama hears the roar of jets over our house, she says it is the sound of freedom, our MANG pilots watching over everybuddy below.  

Mama thanks all those peoples who are in the service of our country here and around the world because it is so true; freedom is NOT free.  So many fine Americans have fought and died to keep our country free.  We salute them with our respect and with our flag, and we salute those who were so selfless that day 10 years ago as they rushed to help.  

We must never forget the lessons we learned that day; a strong America is a free America, and we must all stand together, every single one of us, to protect and defend our country.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Birthday Thanks</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/737563</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Sep 2011 20:35:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/737563</guid>
		<description>I am ashamed that I have not thanked all my friends for the cool birthday presents they sent me.  I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am ashamed that I have not thanked all my friends for the cool birthday presents they sent me.  I have not been to Catster much since my birthday cuz we have had company, but I have been tellin mama I gotta scamper around and say my thanks to each kitty cuz they are long overdue. Here is a list of my cool presents.  Thanks everbuddy.  You made my second birthday SPESHL!

Balloons from Zoom
Cuppycake from Tate
Cupcake from Anna and family
Ice cream from Teebo, Callie, and Rose
Ice cream from Alex, Angel Annie, and Bugsy
Lemonade from Sissy, Luke, Cooter, Simon, and more 
Blue ribbon from Smiley Cassanova
Ice cream from Pebbles
Red heart from Xena
Watermelon from Alexis Briana
Ice cream from Hilda
Lemonade from Mr. Sam at the Bridge
Ice cream from the family of Mia, Milo, Xena Princess Warrior, Queen Tallulah Angel in Pink, and more.
Ice cream from Oreo Wesley Bush
Ice cream from the family of Friskie, Homer, Kibbles, Francis, and more.
Red lips from Samoa and family
Baseball from the family of Louis LeBeau – Cherished Angel, Ethan, Simon (In Loving Memory), KC (In Loving Memory), and more.
Football from Milo, Smokey Joe, Timmy, and Ziggy
Ice cream from Monida]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Hole in My Heart</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/737555</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Sep 2011 20:03:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/737555</guid>
		<description>I fell in love, and a girl broke my heart.  Her name is Beth, and she is mama's niece, but Peekie an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I fell in love, and a girl broke my heart.  Her name is Beth, and she is mama's niece, but Peekie and I call her auntie Beth.  She camed for a visit, and I fell head over paws in love with her.  She would scoop me up and put me over her shoulder so I could look all around.  Then she would stroke me and call me her little "Gunnie Goober."  It is a dumb name, and I would not let nobuddy else call me that, but I loved it when Beth did.  She played cool games with me with my wiggler wand and the kitty teaser.

Peekie wasn't sure about auntie Beth.  Sometimes the Peekster would watch me and auntie playing.  I could tell Peekie was trying not to play, but sometimes she just could not stand to let the toy go.  Then she would leap at the toy and start playing.  Then after a few seconds, Peekie would realize she was playing with auntie Beth, and she would scamper off.  Right before auntie Beth had to go home, Peekie started playing with the kitty teaser and got so close auntie Beth could pet her.  Peekie got about three pets before she realized "Oh, no!  Auntie Beth is touching me."  Then Peekie ran off.

Auntie Beth left without even telling me goodby.  Mama said auntie Beth was wearing a black shirt, and she did not want kitty hair dekrations on her shirt when she got on the plane cuz she was going out with friends when she got off the plane.

I got a hole in my heart, and I want my auntie Beth back.  Please?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's My Birthday, and I'll Party if I Want To...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/736144</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Sep 2011 08:21:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/736144</guid>
		<description>Mama was up late last night, and she just happened to stay up past midnight, so she told me Happy Bi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama was up late last night, and she just happened to stay up past midnight, so she told me Happy Birthday at bout 12:05 a.m.  Then this morning we came to Catster, and kitties had left some good wishes and presents for me.  Woohoo!!!  This is gonna be my very best birthday.  Well, OK, to tell the truth I really don't member my first birthday too much, but this one has to be better because I AM TWO WHOLE YEARS OLD!!!!

I am gonna go sellbrate now, but I will be sendin my thank-you's for all the wonderful messages and presents.  You kits are just the best friends ever!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Home Again, Home Again</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/734976</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Aug 2011 19:19:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/734976</guid>
		<description>After we got home, mama brought me and the Peekster inside.  We got out of our carriers, got our har ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ After we got home, mama brought me and the Peekster inside.  We got out of our carriers, got our harnesses off, and mama got our dinner and some nice fresh water.  YUM!!  Peekie and I were pretty tired after our trip, specially Peekie.  Mama forgot to give Peekie her Rescue Remedy until right before we started driverin, and the Peekster made a few pathetic howls before she calmed down.  She was not real perky by the time we got home.  

We napped on the big bed while mama and daddy got all the stuff out of the campster. Then daddy took the campster trailer and put it away.

The next day mama and daddy had to go shopstering and mow lawns because our auntie Beth is comin tomorrow.  Today daddy built shelves in our new storage shed, and mama cleaned the house all nice and put away what she said was one million things we took with us.  I'm not too sure, but I THINK a few of those things might belong to me and the Peekster.  We had harnesses, leashes, brushes and combs, medsins, hairball stuff, treats, food, water, carriers, toys, catnip, treats, and our STROLLER!

We did get our picture with the Missoula KOA sign and anuther picture at the swimmy pool, which I did not like one bit.  Mama knew I did not think it was funny, but she kept askin me if I wanted to get in the pool and catpaddle.  The swimmy pool was bad enough, but the noise those rugrats were makin, well, that was just terbl.  The swimmy pool and rugrats were the only part of our trip that I did not like.

Now we are all happy back home and waitin for auntie Beth to come tomorrow.  Peekie and I have not met her, so it is gonna be pretty eksitering.  Auntie Beth knows all bout kitties cuz she has a kitty of her own, and his name is Milo.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnie Gunnarrson, Roving Reporter - Day Five</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/734974</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Aug 2011 19:08:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/734974</guid>
		<description>Mama and daddy went anteeking on our last day in Missoula.  Daddy collects postcards, and he found s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama and daddy went anteeking on our last day in Missoula.  Daddy collects postcards, and he found some.  Mama looked and looked for anteek weddin photos, but she did not find none.  She buyed a little purse that is real old.  Peekie wanted to play with it, but mama said "no, keep your cute little paws off."

Mama and daddy had spent most of Monday evenin checkin out the fire that started round dinnertime that day.  At 8:30 p.m., two and half hours after the fire started, it was 150 acres.  The next mornin (day five), it was 10 times as much, 1500 acres.  Daddy started wonderin if the valley would be all full of smokes when we left.  

Mama suggested she and daddy drive out to Bonner and see how bad the smokes were and if the fire was gettin real close to the road.  They stopped at the Exxon Travel Plaza so they would not be in nobuddy's way and watched the fire for a long time.  Mama and daddy watched the helicaflopters with their big buckets.  They go to the river and fill the buckets.  Then they fly over the fire and dump their big buckets of water.  There were three helicaflopters workin the fire and two slurry bombers.  Mama said it made her sad to see the forest burnin, but she decidered it could be an educashunal sperience.  Mama got to see her first slurry bombers droppin their loads of bright orange slurry on the fire.  She said it was very eksitering to watch the spotter plane go over first and then tell the bomber where to drop his slurry.  The fire did get bigger just while mama and daddy were watchin, though.  The fire started runnin up the mountain, and mama watched with binoculars and saw a slash pile start burnin and flare up.  Then a dead tree not far away kinda went "floof" up in flames.  It started at the top, but daddy said the fire probly went up the inside of the poor dead tree.  Mama learned lots and lots by watchin the fire and the fire fighters.

Mama and daddy came home and had dinner.  Then they checked on the puter bout the fire some more.  Then daddy decidered not to take the risk of all of us havin to ride in smokiness for miles and miles.  

The next mornin it was real smokey in Missoula.  We got all hitched up and started drivering home.  When we got to where the fire was, we went a different way, but the smoke was so bad mama rode with her nose covered up for several miles.  Peekie and I thought the fire was real stinky, but the smokes did not bother us.  

We made good time cuz all the struction that was sposed to be goin on was done.  It was skary comin down the pass, though,  five and a half miles with daddy tryin not to let the trailer push us down the mountain.

Guess what?  When we got home, the smokes were comin all the way over the mountains, and there was a big grayish yellow smoke haze hangin over Great Falls.  There are a buncha fires across the mountains, and most of em are blowin smoke to our house.  Mama says the only good thing is what she calls "bloody sunsets."  The sun turns red as it is goin down, and it is real, real pretty.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnie Gunnarrson, Roving Reporter - Day Four</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/734178</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 20:54:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/734178</guid>
		<description>Today mama and daddy were gone again for most of the day.  Peekie and I scampered around the house,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today mama and daddy were gone again for most of the day.  Peekie and I scampered around the house, made sure we left fun stuff in the potty, and laid some litter traps for mama and daddy when they came home.

This morning mama found a kitty teaser in a cupboard.  She told daddy they would have to throw it out because the last time we went campstering, I tried to eat the sparkly foil parts of the teaser.  Daddy told mama to bring the scissors, and he cut the bad foil pieces off, so now the teaser has a coupla floofy feathers to play with and no bad stuff I can eat and get a tummyache.

After dinner mama was washing dishes, and daddy went for a walk.  Mama saw daddy walk one way, stop, and turn around and walk the nuther way, and he was looking up.  He came in and told mama there was a huge forest fire off to the east.  

Mama and daddy got out the puter and found news about the fire.  It just started bout dinner time today, 6 clocks, and in a coupla hours it had burned 150 acres.  It is burning right toward the road we need to take to get home.  Mama called the housesitters and told them we might have to come home a different way.  Daddy is worried the fire might burn to the highway we need or even burn down to the interstate or across it.  Then only the river could keep it from spreading.  

Mama says we are cursed.  Just a coupla years ago (before Peekie and I got borned) mama and daddy went to Helena.  They set up the campster and went to Wallermart for groceries.  When they came out, there was a huge plume of smoke to the north.  Right after mama and daddy went past on the interstate, a fire started in a campsterground north of Helena.  It burned and burned and burned, and mama and daddy watched the smoke from Helena every single day.  

Peekie and I hope we don't have to go too far to get home, but we don't wanna drive through a fire neether.  We are purring for all the people whose homes could burn up and hoping the helicaflopters can help put the fire out.

P.S. One of the first people to report the fire was a little 7-year-old girl who was playing Barbies on her porch.  She said "uh-oh, I think I better go tell my daddy." Maybe all rugrats aren't so bad...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnie Gunnarrson, Roving Reporter - Day Three</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/734134</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 16:39:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/734134</guid>
		<description>Sunday was kinda boring.  There was not much on smellervision out the screen door.  Most peoples pac ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sunday was kinda boring.  There was not much on smellervision out the screen door.  Most peoples packed up and went home from the KOA.  

Mama and daddy left us in the air condishunering and went to Fort Missoula.  They learned some stuff inside the museum, but then when they went outside, mama said some of the buildings had giant padlocks on the doors and boarded up windows.  Others had glass over the whole door so you could not go in, but you couldn't see much or take any pitchers cuz of the refleckshun.  Mama got real eksitered when they went inside the teepee burner.  It is a big thingie they used in the olden days to burn up the scraps from a sawmill.  It was boring and dark when they walked inside, but then mama looked up. Looking up at the sky there were colors with pinpoints of light comin through.  Mama and daddy started takin pitchers on different settings on their cameras to try and get real good pitchers.  Later mama and daddy climbed up to the top of the fire tower.  Mama said it was pretty big inside with a bed and stove and a big fire findin thingie in the center.  The stairs were real steep, and the *giggles* “catwalk” was skinny and kinda skary. 

I will let the Peekster tell ya bout what happened when mama and daddy got back.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnie Gunnarrson, Roving Reporter - Day Two</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/733914</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 21 Aug 2011 15:58:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/733914</guid>
		<description>On day two of our vacashun, mama and daddy got up early and left in daddy's big noisy truck.  They w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ On day two of our vacashun, mama and daddy got up early and left in daddy's big noisy truck.  They were gone for a long, long time.  When they camed home, they did not even cook dinner.  They had stopped at Quizno's and got sammiches for dinner.  Daddy's looked pretty good; it was roasted beast.  Mama's was chickie, but it had yucky bourbon sauce all over it, and it smelled gross.

Mama and daddy told me and the Peekster stories bout what they saw.  There was road struction almost all the way to the Cataldo Mission, which is where mama and daddy went.  It is a very old church up in the mountains.  The Jesuit “black robes” built it, and then in the 1920s, it was fallin down, so they remodelered it.  Later it got all fixed up again, and now it is a state park in Idaho. There is a visitor's center and the church and the parish house. Mama and daddy loved the church.  You could go in and walk all around.  There are paintings and special candle holder thingies made out of old tin cans.  They took old newsie papers and put them up on the walls and painted over them so they looked like wallpaper.  There are blue carved wooden panel thingies on the ceiling that are hand carved, and they stained them with huckleberry juice cuz it was the closest to “heavenly” blue they could get.  Mama and daddy took lots of pictures inside the church.

We didn't get to do our diary entries cuz mama was too tired to help us, and daddy was still vibratin from holdin onto the steering wheel for dear life most all the way.  The road struction was everywhere, and the road was real rough and bumpy even where there was no struction.  Daddy says you catnot fix a concrete road with asphalt patches, but parrently some peoples do not know that.

On the way back, mama and daddy stopped in St. Regis and went through two antique stores.  They both found little treasures that did not cost much monies.  They said the best part was the Flathead cherry stand.  The nice peoples were givin free samples.  Mama and daddy said the cherries they buyed are the prettiest ones they ever saw, and they are sweet as candy and real juicy.  Flathead cherries are famous in Montana, and they are only vailable for two or three weeks every summertime.  Mama and daddy are hoping to find more when they go to St. Ignatius on Monday.

We did get our stroller ride after dinner.  We sawed dawgs and motorcycles and trucks and cars and peoples and the kampin kabins.  The kabins look fun.  I wonder if they come with mousies...  Mama insisted on takin me and the Peekster over to the swimmin pool.  It was terbl.  There were lotsa kids, and they were all splashin and screamin.  Mama said to me, “Gunnie would you like to do the catpaddle?”  What a dumb question.  Course I did not wanna catpaddle with a bunch of screamin rugrats!  I backed up in the stroller in attack crouch with my ears back.  I sure showed all those rugrats.  I'll be they were real scared of Gunnarr the attack cat.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnie Gunnarrson, Roving Reporter - Day One</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/733532</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 16:12:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/733532</guid>
		<description>I am happy to report we made it to Missoula in one piece, well two pieces if you count daddy's big n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am happy to report we made it to Missoula in one piece, well two pieces if you count daddy's big noisy truck and the campster trailer.  The Peekster lost her nickname of Miss Howling Woof.  She hardly meowered at all, only little mews once in awhile, and she never flipped over on her back and howled a single time.  Mama and daddy made a big fuss bout how good she was when I was WAY better.  Not a peep out of me the whole way.

We got to follow a pilot car for 14 miles in a big long string of cars and trucks.  It was fun.  We were going bout 35 miles per hour, and the little teensy car in front of us kept slowing down.  I think he was daring daddy to run over him with our big truck.

We stopped at Hooper Park in Lincoln, Montana, for mama and daddy to stretch their legs.  They said it was for me and the Peekster, but I saw mama get out of the truck.  She could hardly walk.  The way mama and daddy rest is to say they are stopping for me and Peekie.  They get out our food and water and potty, and we all rest for about 15 minutes.  Then we head on down the road.

Our space was ready when we got here.  It is real nice with big trees.  It is probly the shadiest KOA spot we have ever had.  Mama and daddy love it.  Daddy got us out of the truck, and mama started workin inside getting all our stuff ready.  

Daddy was still workin outside when mama came out and said, “Guess who just jumped down behind the couch?”  Daddy thought for sure it would be me, but no, the Peekster was stuck under the couch, and she could not get out.  Mama said, I think I'll just let her stay there awhile.  Maybe she won't do it again.”  Peekie was too proud to meower for help, so mama and daddy let her stay trapped for about 15 minutes.  Then daddy came in, and he and mama took the front panel off the couch.  Peekie strolled right out and down the hall.  When she passed me, she said “I meant to do that.”  HA!  I think not.  

Peekie and I have been watching smellervisionmost of the afternoon.  There is a speed bump close by, and it is fun to watch the cars and trucks bounce over it.  The UPS man makes LOTS of noise.  

I have been guardin our stroller because there is a ginger cat across the street.  I think he lives here all the time, and I don't want him messin with MY stroller!  Daddy put it up on the picnic table because mama was afraid the nuther kitty might smell me and Peekie on the stroller and do pee pee on it.  

This is Gunnie Gunnarrson, roving reporter, signing off.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sisters!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/733064</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 10:29:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/733064</guid>
		<description>This morning mama got our carriers and brought them into the house.  Peekie's is real nice, mine not ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning mama got our carriers and brought them into the house.  Peekie's is real nice, mine not so much.  Mama made me a new mattress and gave me a new blankie.  I was kinda spishus of the new bed, so I was keepin an eye out for monsters.  While I was waitin to see if there were any monsters inside, that little rodent sister of mine stole my new bed!  She walked right in and ate up my fishy treats.  Then she laid down in MY bed and just looked at me.  The nerve!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Still Flea-ridden...Sigh</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/732540</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Aug 2011 14:16:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/732540</guid>
		<description>Peekie and I haven't spended much time here at Catster since the upgrade.  When we did come here, ev ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Peekie and I haven't spended much time here at Catster since the upgrade.  When we did come here, everywhere we looked there were stinky little fleas crawlering around.  Nobuddy could post their diary entries, kitties couldn't post new pictures, and everybuddy was pretty unhappy.  Now we see some things have been fixed, and some have not.  One thing mama noticed today is that some pages, not necessarily even our friends' pages, take FOREVER to load.  I guess we are dumb; we thought a faster site was one of the reasons for the "upgrade."  

Also, please scuse our pages.  Our auntie is VERY busy fixing lots and lots of pages.  After she finishes those and after she gets a rest, we will ask her to fix ours.  

I guess the Peekster and I will be checkering in now and then, but we won't be hanging around for long until the fleas leave.

I hope we see you all soon *waves.*  Adios for now...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Grampster</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/729126</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 11:26:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/729126</guid>
		<description>I am kinda sad.  My grampster is almost 85.  That must be older than dino-sors.  On Saturday grampst ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am kinda sad.  My grampster is almost 85.  That must be older than dino-sors.  On Saturday grampster got on a ladder to put some tar on the roof where he keeps his lawn tractor.  Grampster fell and got hurted.  He never told mama what really happened until Monday.  The first thing grampster told mama was he wrenched his back; then later he said he falled when the ladder falled over. Mama took grampster to get fixed, and my grampster has a frac-shure in his back.  Right now grampster hurts a lot, and it is making us all sad. Peekie and I are purring for our grampster, and mama is trying hard to help grampster do things like shopstering and mowing all the lawns.  We sure hope our grampster gets better.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>First Vole and Video</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/728251</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 12:16:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/728251</guid>
		<description>Woohoo!  Mama got our first vole.  Grampster had to build a better vole trap because mama wasn't cat ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woohoo!  Mama got our first vole.  Grampster had to build a better vole trap because mama wasn't catchering any voles.  Finally, after grampster fixed the trap, mama got her first vole.  Maybe our flowers won't get all eatered and killed by those bad little voles.

On another note, Peekie and I got our first video on our Catster pages.  Mama put the same one on both pages because Peekie and I costarred.  Mama just started trying to make videos, so it maybe is not the best one we will ever have, but like I told mama, you gotta start somewhere.

It is finally summertime here, and the weather is nice and warm and breezy.  Mama goes out in the garden every morning and makes the gardens all beauterful.  Then she has breakfast on the deck.  Later mama turns on the cooler inside so Peekie and I can be cool kitties.  

Life is good for us Big Sky kitties!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vole Trapstering</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/727941</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Jul 2011 08:33:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/727941</guid>
		<description>Mama discovered something is eatering on her flowers.  Then she found little holes along the house a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama discovered something is eatering on her flowers.  Then she found little holes along the house and mama's new storage shed.  Then when auntie was here, mama saw something scurry from the garden under the back step and diss-pear.  Mama did not think it was a mousie because they don't come out to play much in the daytime, and they mostly run next to a wall because they are almost blind.  Mama did some ree-serch and decided the furry thing was a vole.  Then mama found a video bout trapstering the voles.  Mama made our grampster watch the video, and then he made a vole trapstering machine just like the one in the video.  It is mousie traps and some rain gutter.  Mama set the trap a coupla days ago, and she is very diss-pointed because she has not caught any furry voles yet.  

When mama checked her trapline this morning, there was nothing in the trap for the second day, so she set it in a different place on a little path where the furry voles go back and forth.  Mama has her fingers crossed that we will catch a vole and then another and then another.  One mama vole can make 100 baby voles in just one summer, and they chew the roots off plants and kill trees and shrubbies by chewering the bark off around the trunk.  Mama says it is called "girdling." 

 Hmmmmm...I thought only husky ladies wore girdles.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sum, Sum, Summertime</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/727754</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Jul 2011 16:34:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/727754</guid>
		<description>Summer has finally come to Big Sky Country.  It is bout 90 degrees here today. My auntie came for a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Summer has finally come to Big Sky Country.  It is bout 90 degrees here today. My auntie came for a week or so, and mostly everybuddy had fun cept the Peekster and me.  We stayed home a lot with the air thingie going to keep us cool while mama and daddy and auntie and grampster were going up into the mountains in our truck, Sapphire. 

Daddy came for a few days, and mama asked daddy to take me and Peekie for a stroll while she got ready for shopstering in town.  Daddy took us to see the river.  When we got back, I told mama daddy took us to the river, and mama said "WHAT??? You went to the river?"  Mama didn't think daddy would take us so far, but Peekie and I did get to see the river.  It looked wet!  Daddy walks fast when mama is not with us with her stubby little legs, so we went really fast and were back pretty quick.

I liked auntie pretty much.  I was liking her the best right before she left.  Darn; I guess I should have liked her faster.  Auntie picked me up and carried me around the house like a baby, and she petted me and called me "Gunnie" a lot.  She tried to play kitty games with me and Peekie, but she did not zactly know the rules.  I pretty much wouldn't play, but Peekie tried to play with auntie and the wiggler wand.  One time mama got the feather kitty teaser and showed auntie how I do my high jumps.  I am sure she was real impressed.

After their road trips, mama and auntie spended lots of time in the office.  They said they were scanning pictures.  I do not know what that means, but I stayed there to make sure they did not do anything bad.  I was watching real close, but pretty soon I got too tired and went to sleep in the Muppet-Gunnarr-Peekie chair in the office.  Mama and auntie kept waking me up because they were all eksitered about some real old pictures, and they laughed a lot too.

On Independence Day we all stayed home.  Daddy had to leave on Saturday.  He went to the rendezvous in Pinedale, Wyoming.  Mama and auntie were playing with paper and glue and stuff in the office.  Auntie said she was showing mama how to make paper beads. I watched for awhile, but it was pretty boring because they would not let me help, and they never even dropped anything I could play with.

Now both daddy and auntie are goned.  Mama says auntie went home just when I was liking her.  Mama is playing more with me and Peekie, but she has lots of stuff to do because she played for a week. I hope she catches up pretty quick because I wanna play wiggler wand. 

We hope everykitty and pup had a fun Independence Day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Terbl Day!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/726634</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Jun 2011 18:14:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/726634</guid>
		<description>Oh, I am bummed!  I was a DDP yesterday, but I missed my speshl day.  Mama left me and the Peekster  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh, I am bummed!  I was a DDP yesterday, but I missed my speshl day.  Mama left me and the Peekster home alone cuz she went to the summer celebrashun in Ft. Benton to be with daddy.  I can open the door to the puter tower and push the button to make it turn on, but then I catnot figure out the rest, so nobuddy was on our puter yesterday to find out about my DDP.

Mama camed home this morning.  She had some stuff she bought at Art on the Levee.  She got a big iron flower.  She says it is an iris, and it is big and hard and rusty.  Peekie and I watched out the window while mama stabbed it into the dirt in the garden right behind the green and white stripey iris plant that did not bloom this spring.  I think mama thinks the flower looks like it is blooming.  Peekie and I giggled about mama being so dense.  

There is also some sort of lizard outside.  Mama said she thinks it is a gecko.  It is made outta metal, and mama told me and Peekie she will have daddy help her put it up on the fence behind the nuther flower garden when daddy gets back.  

The bestest thing mama brought home is a kitty!  It is a kitty birdhouse made out of wood.  A lady mama knows started making kitty and puppy and birdie birdhouses.  She hand carves the birdie houses out of bass wood. Some of the kitties have their mouths open real wide, and the birdies fly into the house through the kitty's mouth.  The one mama got is a grey kitty with black stripes sorta like the Peekster.  The kitty is on his back with his paws up and his tail kinda sticking out.  The birdies fly in through a hole in his tummy!  Mama brought him inside, and Peekie and I sniffed and sniffed and sniffied him.  He smelled funny.  He looked like a kitty, but he did not smell like a kitty.  

I sure hope mama and I thanked all the kitties who sent me presents and congratulations on my DDP.  I am grateful for all my friends.

I also gotta say Saturday was a terbl day.  I wailed and wailed for my mama while she was goned away.  I do not like it when mama goes away overnight.  Grampster said Peekie and I did not eat our foodies that mama left us, but he gave us dinner anyway.  This morning when grampster came to give us breakfast, we had been so desperate in the night that we ate our foodies.  I saw Sapphire come into the driverway this morning, and I was crying at the door when mama opened it.  I just hope mama knows what a terbl thing she did.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Strollering</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/726220</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 20:34:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/726220</guid>
		<description>Hey, we got two stroller rides in two days!  Monday and Tuesday mama put me and the Peekster in our  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, we got two stroller rides in two days!  Monday and Tuesday mama put me and the Peekster in our stroller, and away we went down the driverway and up the road.  Well, one day we went up the road, and the next day we went down the road.  At first Peekie was kinda nervous.  When we first got our stroller, mama and daddy thought the stroller floor was hard, so they made us a nice foam mattress that covers the whole stroller bottom.  Mama put a pretty peach colored pillow case on it.  Mostly after lots of stroller rides, only mama knows the color of the pillow case, but sometimes she even uses a miracle brush on it.  Boy what a bunch of kitty fur she can find in that stroller.  Anyway, Peekie likes to get under our mattress when she gets nervous.  It always makes me giggle.  I feel her squirming behind me, and then there is a big lump under the mattress, and my sister is peeking out from underneath.  Usually things get too interesting for the Peekster to stay partly under the mattress, and she will come up front and ride right next to me so we can see everything REAL good.

On our rides we saw cars and trucks and horsie trailers and campers and birdies and horsies and dawgs, and FISHIES!  Mama was myster-fied as to where the fishes came from, but she pointed them out to me and Peekie when we went by.  There was a deep ditch next to the road with water in it.  When mama looked down, she saw a whole bunch of little bright orange fishies swimming around.  They looked like baby gold fishies.  They were cool, but it is sad because the water will dry up, and the little fishies won't have anywhere to go.  

Hmmmmm...Maybe I should go fishing.  Mama, I know we got worms in our yard. Do we have a fishie pole?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Desperado Daddy</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/725841</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 13:01:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/725841</guid>
		<description>Daddy e-mailed mama the other night and thanked me and Peekie for makin him fam-us.  Daddy thinks be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daddy e-mailed mama the other night and thanked me and Peekie for makin him fam-us.  Daddy thinks because he has three pictures on Catster that the movie offers will start rolling in. When mama told me and Peekie, we started to giggle and roll around on the carpet because even if daddy did get movie roles, he would not like Hollywood.  Our daddy is just too normal for that even though he kinda does not look like it.  Daddy does living history, and that is why he wears funny clothes sometimes.  Our daddy is one of a kind, and that is just the way we like him.

Happy Father's Day, daddy, but I wouldn't hold my breath for any movie offers!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Missing Daddy</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/725268</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 19:06:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/725268</guid>
		<description>I am kinda bummed that my daddy can't be here on Father's Day, but I wanna say I love my daddy lots  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am kinda bummed that my daddy can't be here on Father's Day, but I wanna say I love my daddy lots and lots.  Peekie sees daddy as our protector, and that is true, but I gotta say I love my Desperado Daddy.  I like it when you dress up and look like an outlaw or maybe a sheriff after bad guys.  You and mama call the look you get "squinty eye," but I think you look scary and danj-rus.

You are the very best kitty game playing daddy.  You always know how to get me and Peekie to play, and I love our real wild games the best even if mama is afraid we will destroy the house.  You make up the best games and give the very, very best skritches of anybuddy I know.  Even though I was just a squirt, I still remember the day we met.  I loved you right away.

Happy Father's Day, daddy!  Your wild child loves you lots and lots.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Woohoo!  New Computer</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/724923</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Jun 2011 11:06:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/724923</guid>
		<description>Woohoo!  We got our new computer.  Mama has been using the laptop because our big computer died.  So ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woohoo!  We got our new computer.  Mama has been using the laptop because our big computer died.  Some thingie mama called the motherboard didn't wanna work anymore.  Mama called our computer angel, Unkl Gary, and he said to ship the dead computer to him, and he would fix it.  Off our computer went in a giant box with those worm thingies inside with it.  

A different giant box came to our house last night.  Mama and daddy were real tired from being in town almost all day, and daddy had to leave for Nevada City early this morning, but they worked to unpack the giant tower.  Mama is not sure why, but when Unkl built our computer, he gave mama a giant gaming tower with lights on the front, colored lights on the fans, and you can see the guts!!!  It is scary just watching it.  

This morning daddy left about 7 clocks in the big noisy truck, and mama put all our things in the bedroom and locked me and the Peekster in.  Boo!!!  I have been wailing and howling to get out and help mama.  I do not know why she would not want my help.  I can run back and forth under people feets like an expert, and I am extremely nosy; just ask mama.  

I think mama was scared; she does not like doing mechanical pluggy-inny stuff, but there was nobuddy else to do it, so she got a flasherlight and moved a bunch of stuff out of the way and started following Unkl's instructions bout how to put the computer thingies all back together.  

Guess what?  It even works!  Peekie and I catnot believe that mama did it all by herself.  The new computer is even better.  It has a new motherboard thingie, new CD-ROM drive (whatever that is), new memory, and a HUGE 1 terabyte hard drive.  It is big and noisy, and it goes really fast when mama asks it to do something.  

When mama couldn't get her mail to come into Outlook, she even changed the account properties(whatever those are), and then we could get our mail!

Now we probably won't be able to get mama to do anything but play on the new computer.  Hey, maybe we will get to do more diary entries.  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hollerday Bummer</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/723440</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 May 2011 13:01:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/723440</guid>
		<description>Our hollerday weekend will be &quot;celebrated&quot; inside.  It has been raining mostly for two weeks.  There ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Our hollerday weekend will be "celebrated" inside.  It has been raining mostly for two weeks.  There is flooding all around Big Sky Country.  We do not hafta worry, but it might be interesting getting to town if the big old mean Missouri River backs up the little creek that is between our house and town.  Hmmm...maybe I will not hafta go to see Unkl Dr. with Peekie the next time.  Maybe Peekie will not even hafta go.

I got in trouble this morning for chasing Peekie too much.  Honest, I was just feeling real energetic.  I did not mean to hurt her; I just wanted to run, Run, RUN through the house.  Mama said I had bugs up my hiney, whatever that means...

Everything was OK until mama heard Peekie squeak.  She came in and found me trying to swallow a mouthful of Peekie's fur.  I didn't pull on it; it just jumped onto my tongue.  Bad fur!

Mama got the laser toy, but I don't like that one much.  Peekie ran and ran and ran, chasering the laser.  She never did catch it.  She does not understand it is a trick just to make her eksersize.

I waited until mama got out the feather teaser with bells on it.  Then I leaped and chased after it and grabbed it in my paws and bit it with my big sharp teeth.  Mama kept making the teaser go until I flopped down on the carpet and would not move.  

Time for a long rainy day nap...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Sister, the Fibber!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/723286</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 May 2011 17:28:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/723286</guid>
		<description>Peekie wrote some stuff in her diary today that was kind of a fib.  She did have a doctor pointment, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Peekie wrote some stuff in her diary today that was kind of a fib.  She did have a doctor pointment, and I did go along, but it was mostly to protect Peekie.  The Peekster couldn't even see what was happening because she was HIDERING underneath daddy's puffer vest.  I, on the nuther hand, was on hyperalert, on guard against all the bad things that can happen at Unkl Dr.'s office.  It is true I felt kind of funny after I sniffered the Feliway somebuddy sprayed in the room before we got there, but that is how it is sposed to work.  Peekie couldn't even smell it because she was too "chickie" to even jump down off the bench and sniff around the room.  I would not accept the treat from Unkl Dr. Mike because it would be selling out.

Do not listen to the Peekster.  I am still Gunnarr the Warrior, ready to defend honor, country, and my family, and I got the weapons to prove it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>WEAPONS!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/723254</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 May 2011 12:00:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/723254</guid>
		<description>I have my weapons!  Thank you, auntie, for making a banner for the bottom of my page.  Now I can def ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have my weapons!  Thank you, auntie, for making a banner for the bottom of my page.  Now I can defend honor, country, and even mama and Peekie when daddy is not here.  My page is the best it has EVER been.  I have the coolest auntie at Catster.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Own Castle!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/722524</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 May 2011 11:53:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/722524</guid>
		<description>Finally I have my new page.  Mama and auntie said I should be a gentleman cat and let Missy Mups and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Finally I have my new page.  Mama and auntie said I should be a gentleman cat and let Missy Mups and Peekie have theirs first, but it is hard to wait when you want something so much.

Now I am a knight with my very ownest castle, and I think it is very, very cool.  Mama and auntie are still thinking about a banner for the bottom of my page.  I am thinking...WEAPONS!!!  Every kitty knight needs weapons to defend his country, his honor, and the girl kitties.

For now I am just so happy I am purring really loud.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Labracat?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/722113</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 May 2011 13:37:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/722113</guid>
		<description>Mama says she does not know what to do with me sometimes.  She calls me her black lab in kitty fur.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama says she does not know what to do with me sometimes.  She calls me her black lab in kitty fur.  Mama says I am always clowning around, always underfoot, and I do NOT listen.  Sometimes when I am doing something she thinks is danj-rus, she yells at me, but I don't pay any attenshun.  Even if mama swats my behind, sometimes I will not stop what I am doing.  

Yesterday morning I walked over mama, and she could hear me get on the washstand next to the bed.  Then something hit the floor.  Mama looked down, but I was already gone with my prize.  Mama got out of bed and looked up the hall.  I was at the nuther end delicately holding one of her cough drops by the little twisty paper end.  It hurt my feelings when she took it away.  Maybe my throat needed soothing...

Today I am soopervising mama using the sucky machine, and I helped make new little kitty paw prints while she was trying to scrub the floor.  Oh, mama's need for my help never ends.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bonkin Noggins</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/721949</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 May 2011 19:25:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/721949</guid>
		<description>Last night Peekie was all eksitered about her new page.  We were both in the office, and something u ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night Peekie was all eksitered about her new page.  We were both in the office, and something under mama's desk got our attention.  We ran underneath the desk by mama's feet.  Mama was starting to push her chair back and see what we were playing with when all of a sudden...WHAM!!!  Somebuddy leaped up underneath the desk and slammed into mama's big heavy keyboard holder.  The keyboard caught air, and Peekie and I ran into the center of the room and just looked at mama, who was speecherless.  At first mama was mad because we were being naughty.  Then she started to worry.  Who hit the keyboard shelf?  I was acting pretty normal, but Peekie looked kind of stunned.  Mama went and picked her up and checked her over.  She seemed OK, but mama was not sure.  I started getting scared.  What if Peekie was hurt?  Who would I play with and sleep with, and who would wash me if Peekie wasn't here?  

Mama kept checking on Peekie every few minutes.  She petted Peekie and kept looking at her eyes to make sure her pupils were the same size.  We all went to bed together, but in the middle of the night mama woke up, and Peekie was not on the bed with us.  She went looking for the Peekster and found her sleeping on the velvet loveseat.  Peekie jumped down when she saw mama, but she did come to bed with us.  This morning Peekie seemed fine, but mama thinks she had a headache for awhile.

I think we will have a secret meeting tonight to decide what nuther thing we can do that will give mama more gray hairs.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Sister Gets What She Deserves!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/721810</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 May 2011 14:16:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/721810</guid>
		<description>I was not very happy that the Peekster told about my tummyache and the goopy stuff.  I hate to admit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was not very happy that the Peekster told about my tummyache and the goopy stuff.  I hate to admit that it did make my tummyache go away.  Mama heard me pottying at 3 a.m.  It was kind of embarrassing when she got up and scooped me up in her arms and did a happy dance.  Sigh...I guess that's life with girls.  Daddy, oh daddy; where are ya?

This morning I got more goop, and Peekie was giggling.  Miss Smarty Pants didn't stay happy very long, though, because mama scooped her up and gave her TWO doses.  She squirmed and twisted and turned and pushed against mama, but mama just told Peekie she is not the boss.  Part of the goop went in Peekie's mouth; the rest mama smeared on her lips.  

After it was all over, we both washed our faces real good to get the sticky goop off.  Mama told us both if we could not reach a sticky spot, we could wash each nuther.  How rude!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Trip Down Memory Lane</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/721682</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 May 2011 10:13:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday mama came across a picture and remembered the very first time she ever saw me.  My picture ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday mama came across a picture and remembered the very first time she ever saw me.  My picture was on a local pet rescue site.  Missy Mups had just crossed the bridge, and mama was so very, very sad.  She knew she wanted another kitty to take care of her, but it was already November, not a good time for kittens.  Mama knew she would miss my big sister for a very long time, but that did not mean she couldn't love a new baby.

Mama filled out an application to meet me and one of my brothers.  Then she waited.  She worried that somebuddy else might have already made rangements to adopt me.  Finally, she got a call.  She came to meet me and my brothers at my foster mama's house.  Mama held both my brothers too, but after a little while, she knew I was the one.  My foster mama and her son and daughter both approved of my new mama.  Mama wanted to rename me Gunnarr (my name at that time was Truck), and the nice people said they would start calling me Gunnarr so I could get used to my new name.  Mama got to bring me home a couple of weeks later after I got my second set of shotters.

Looking back at that picture, mama remembers how "smitten" she was with me as a kitten.  I was just a sweet fuzzy little toddler then.  Now mama is so proud of me.  She says I live up to my name, which is spelled the old Norse way and means "battler" or "warrior." I am big and bold and strong and muscular and sleek as a seal.  My fur is jet black and caramel, and I am very shiny.  I got these really long, cool, curved whiskers and big coppery golden eyes.

And mama wonders why I can wrap her around my paw.  I think she is smitten all over again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On The Road Again</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/720870</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 May 2011 13:22:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Daddy was here last weekend for the gun show.  He and mama were goned all day Friday, Saturday, and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daddy was here last weekend for the gun show.  He and mama were goned all day Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  Every time daddy left the house, I would start to call for him.  Mama called it "yowlering," but I was just trying to find daddy.

Monday morning daddy was getting all his things packed into his big noisy truck.  Daddy told mama to come see something.  When she came out daddy was holding his giant bag, and I was in it.  I thought if I got into the bag, maybe daddy wouldn't notice, and he would take me home with him.  I wanted an adventure, but mama took pictures of me, and then daddy took me out of his bag, gave me a scritch goodbye, and then he left.  Now I only got girls to play with for awhile.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Sister, Missy</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/720405</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Apr 2011 10:29:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/720405</guid>
		<description>Maybe you don't all know Peekie and I have a big sister.  We never met her; she crossed the bridge a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Maybe you don't all know Peekie and I have a big sister.  We never met her; she crossed the bridge a couple of weeks before I adopted mama.  

I think Missy was gorgeous, and mama says she was kinda famous.  She wore clothes and got her picture taken in lots of different outfits.  She also traveled with mama and daddy for several years.  Missy did not mind riding in the big noisy truck that makes Peekie howl like a wolf, and Missy even got to go to the Craters of the Moon in Idaho and have pictures taken outside.  That same trip mama and daddy took Missy to Bannack, Montana.  It is a ghost town now, and mama carried Missy all the  way through town in her carrier so they could have their picture taken on the steps of the Meade Hotel.  It is hauntered REAL bad, and the nice man who watches over the town told mama that dawgs who go inside the Meade usually get so scared they pee on the floor.  Mama gave him her haughty look and said "Well, we did not plan to go inside, but I can assure you my kitty would not pee on the floor."  Missy was not scared, and she and mama got their picture taken on the front steps of the Meade.

When Missy got her Catster page, she wanted to use her diary to tell the story of her life, but then mama was always too bizzy to help with the diary.  Finally mama has had time to go through the old letters Missy wrote to friends and write some diary entries.

Peekie and I giggled when mama read some of Missy's adventures to us.  We think you might like them too.  

P.S. Missy got new music too.  I think her new little music player is kinda cool.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Playtime</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/720067</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Apr 2011 10:05:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning mama started to the kitchen to feed me and Peekie.  Two kitty teasers were in the livin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning mama started to the kitchen to feed me and Peekie.  Two kitty teasers were in the living room, and one of the new ones only had two long feathers left.

Mama decided to have playtime with me and the Peekster.  She started playing with us with the kitty teasers.  Peekie plays like a girl.  She started twirling and hopping around and slapping at the teaser.

I showed Peekie how to play.  I watched the teaser go back and forth.  I timed it, and then I leaped high, high, high into the air after the teaser.  It got away, so I waited again.  Over and over I timed the teaser going back and forth and then leaped high into the air.  I am big and strong, and when I leap I catch lots of air.  I start out real gracerful, but then something happens.  I get all wonky while I am up there.  I twist and turn.  Sometimes I go upside down or do a flip.  I even crashed into mama this morning when I came down from one of my highest leaps.  Mama did not mind; neether one of us got hurt, so we just kept playing.  

Peekie kept getting in my way, so mama put her in the bathroom while mama and I played with the teaser.  That was so much fun.  Nobuddy was scampstering in my way when I leaped for the teaser.  After I was all tired from playing and needed a rest, mama brought Peekie back out so she could play some more.  It made me giggle watching her.  Same old thing, twirling and hopping and slapping.  My sister plays like a girl...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Eeekster DDP</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/719848</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 12:52:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/719848</guid>
		<description>Hey, thanks diary robot.  This is my second DDP this week.  It is real nice, but Peekie and I do not ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, thanks diary robot.  This is my second DDP this week.  It is real nice, but Peekie and I do not wanna be greedy.  Time to give somebuddy else a chance, OK?  

Mama and I have been having a discusshun about a few things.  

Mama calls me nosey.  I am not nosey; I am inquisertive.
Mama calls me rowdy.  I am not rowdy; I am energetic.
Mama calls me naughty.  I am not naughty; I am bizzy.

Mama yells at me when I poof my tail.  See, I am real sleek, so when my tail poofs, it is easy to see.  Peekie never gets yelled at for poofing her tail because it is always poofy.  I can see when Peekie's tail is extra poofy, but mama catnot.  I don't think that's fair, do you?

I just have one nuther question.  Does Dogster have as many fleas as Catster?  Mama thought we could have dawg friends by going to Dogster, signing in, and doing a friend request.  We did that three different times, and after we typed our message and clicked on submit, it said we had to choose the dogs we wanted to be friends with.  There were four dawgs, and there was a checker mark in the box for every single one.

Mr. Lobo; we are sorry.  We wanted to be offishul friends, but mama catnot make the dawg friend requester thingie work.

Thanks to all my friends for your congratulations and comments on my DDP, and Happy Eeekster everbuddy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Bedtime Story</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/719503</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Apr 2011 15:45:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night I was resting next to mama before bedtime.  I was getting kinda sleepy, so I asked mama i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night I was resting next to mama before bedtime.  I was getting kinda sleepy, so I asked mama if she would read me a bedtime story.  Mama said “I will not read you a story; I will tell you a story.  It is a fairy tale.”  

This is how the story went:  Once upon a time there was a little kitten named Truck.  He had two brothers, Jackson and Solomon.  Their mama was named Ezra.  Ezra was staying with a lady who didn’t care for kitties, so when Ezra had three beautiful little boy kitties, the lady was not amused.  She called a rescue group called the Pet Paw-See and asked if they would take the mama cat and the kittens.  She said if they did not, she would take them all to the animal shelter, which is a BAD place.  Ezra and her babies were sent to live with a wonderful foster mom and her little girl and boy.  They had a loving home, but it was only temporary.

One day a lady went to the Pet Paw-See website.  She was very, very sad because her beautiful kitty had crossed the bridge, and she needed a sweet baby kitty to share her life.  The lady thought she would get another girl kitten, but there were not many kittens to choose from, and they were mostly boys.  Then the lady saw Truck’s picture.  He was such a cute little boy.  He was staring at the camera with a droll look on his face, and he had puffy little cheeks and Fu-Manchu-ey whiskers.  The lady thought Truck was the very cutest kitten on the website, but she decided to ask about his brother, Jackson, just in case Truck was already spoken for.  

The lady filled out lots and lots of forms and answered all kinds of questions about what kind of kitty mama she would be.  Then came the happy day.  Truck’s foster mama called to say the lady could come to her house and meet the three little tabby brothers.  When the lady got there, she found three tabby boys who looked very much alike.  Truck was the biggest kitty, then Jackson, and then little Solomon.  Truck was playing with some older kittens, and he was growling like a junk yard dog.  Nobody was taking his toy away!  The lady played with Jackson too, but she liked Truck the very best.  Then Solomon got really scared and started to cry.  The lady picked him up and cuddled him.  For a moment the lady wondered if she should adopt Solomon instead.  Then she looked at Truck, and she knew he was the one.  

A couple of weeks later, Truck got his shots and was ready to go to his new home.  His foster mama took him to the vet clinic where he got shots.  Then the lady arrived.  She put him into a strange carrier all alone, and he started to wail.  The lady said to him, “Truck, are you going to cry all the way home?”  The foster mama laughed and said, “Well, he is the loudest one!”  The lady took Truck out to her car, and away they went.  Truck howled and howled his unhappiness from the back seat.

When they got to the lady’s house, she took Truck from his carrier and showed him his food and water and potty.  Then she tried to play with him.  Poor Truck was so scared and unhappy, all he would do was cry.  He cried when the lady played with him.  He cried when the lady tried to get him to eat.  He cried when the lady held him.  

Finally the lady started to cry too.  She wanted to love and take care of Truck, but he would not let her.  Both Truck and the lady were tired and unhappy, so she decided they should go to sleep.  The lady brought Truck’s things into the bedroom.  Then she shut the door and picked Truck up and got into the bed.  Truck snuggled down next to the lady’s neck and went right to sleep.  The next morning both Truck and the lady woke up much more cheerful, and the lady said to him “Good morning, Gunnarr T!”

Hey, that is no fairy tale! That was me! Mama laughed and picked me up and kissed and snuggled me.  I am not Truck; I am Gunnarr the Warrior.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>DDP 04/20/11</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/719357</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Apr 2011 10:42:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/719357</guid>
		<description>Thanks a bunch to the Catster diary robot for choosing me as a DDP today.  I guess it's a good thing ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks a bunch to the Catster diary robot for choosing me as a DDP today.  I guess it's a good thing I have actually written a few things in my diary lately.  

Thanks to all the nice kitties who sent me pawmail, commented on my new picture and/or my diary, and sent me presents for my special day.

No adventures so far today, but the day is still young!  Maybe I just need to try harder...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stuck!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/719250</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 12:33:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Mama says I am a very bold kitty, so I have to keep doing stuff to uphold my repertashun.  Mama's be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama says I am a very bold kitty, so I have to keep doing stuff to uphold my repertashun.  Mama's bed is real old, and it has a very high footboard, so Peekie and I as well as Missy Mups and Trampas Tiger, the kitties who came before us, hop onto a little antique chair and then onto the bed from the side.  I decidered I would jump through the bars of the iron footboard of the bed instead of using the chair.  It worked the first time, and mama was real impressed.  She told me what a cool kitty I am.  Mama was still working on making up the bed with clean sheets when I decided to do my trick again.  The second time it didn't go so good.  I jumped, but I didn't quite make it, so I started to fall backward and got kind of stucked between the bars.  I gotta say I was happy mama was right there.  She came to my rescue real quick.  Ummmmm...I haven't tried that trick again.

I have a new picture on my page.  Mama was scannering some family photos today, and she found a picture from 1955.  Mama was just a squirt then, but she has always been a kitty lover.  She is holding a kitty named Tiger.  I begged mama to tell me bout the kitty in the picture, and here is his story.

Mama was four years old when her sister was born.  Grampster got out of the Navy and started buildering a house for mama, her sister, and my grammie.  Meanwhile grammie and mama were living with great grammie and grandpa in Basin, Wyoming.  Mama's sister wsa borned in April, and grampster finished the house and came to get the family in June.  

Meanwhile, Tiger and the other kittens in his litter were dumped in great grammie and grampster's yard.  Grammie knew that mama needed something speshul because everyone was making a big fuss about her new baby sister, and they were moving a long, long way away pretty soon. Grammie took mama outside and made sure she discovered the kittens even though great grammie had told grammie to make sure mama did not know bout the kittens.  Mama loved the kitten they named Tiger.  Grammie just told great grammie that mama needed a new baby kitty, and they were keeping Tiger.  

Grampster showed up in a big flat bed truck to take the family home to the new house.  Little baby Tiger was in a cardboard box strapped onto the flat bed for an almost 400 mile trip.  Grampster was drivering with mama in the middle and grammie and the new baby on the passenger side.  It was not long before it started to rain.  Uh-oh...  Everybuddy knew little Tiger's box would disintegrate in the rain, so he got to come in the truck.  He rode for more than 300 miles on mama's lap and I am proud to say mama said he was a pefect little angel of a kitten.  

Tiger grew to be a huge kitty, and he had a long happy life with mama and her sister.  He loved children, and he hardly ever put his claws out.  If he got a claw snagged, he would patiently wait for somebuddy to unhook him.  

My middle name is Tiger, and mama gave it to me speshul to honor all the other Tiger kitties in her life.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Craft Closet Hell</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/718943</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Apr 2011 15:20:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>We have been in craft closet hell for two whole days now.  Since mama retired she has been reorganiz ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have been in craft closet hell for two whole days now.  Since mama retired she has been reorganizing our house.  The craft closet was mama's last huge project.  Sometimes when we opened the door the closet would spit stuff at us.  There was WAY too much stuff in there.  

Yesterday morning mama went into the office and started dragging things out of the craft closet.  It was wonderful stuff; papers and ribbons and all sorts of things Peekie and I have never even seen before.  We didn't even know what some of the stuff was.  Ummmmm...mama did not know what some of it was neether.  I think it has been way too long since she used this stuff.  

Pretty soon the whole floor was covered, and mama could hardly walk around the room.  Peekie and I kept leaping around on the piles, and we thought it was fun to chase each other.  We kept coming in and out, in and out, in and out.  Finally mama shut the door tight, and we could not get in to help her anymore.  That hurt my feelings, so I sat outside the door and wailed.  Mama said I sounded like a banshee.  I do not know what that is, but I wailed as loud as I could.  Later I was sorry I worked so hard because it did not do any good.  Finally about suppertime mama came out and shut the door.

This morning when mama opened the office door, it was STILL messy!  I saw mama make a face, but then she started working again.  Peekie and I helped again until mama caught me chewing on a plastic bag.  She yelled and clapped her hands and chased me out of the room.  Then she shut the door again.  Later when Peekie and I could get into the room again, it was not as messy.  I checked the closets, both the craft closet and the clothes closet because all the doors were open.  It looked better, but it was not as much fun anymore. 

I hope we are out of closet hell now; I wanna do something more fun tomorrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Walter is Gone</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/718736</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 21:05:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Mama says it is a sad day in Great Falls, Montana.  Walter Breuning, the world's oldest man, crossed ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama says it is a sad day in Great Falls, Montana.  Walter Breuning, the world's oldest man, crossed the bridge today.  Walter lived here in Great Falls since the early 1900s, and he was a local celebrity.  Even Montana's governor came to see Walter and asked for his advice.  Every year on his birthday Walter gave a speech at the retirement home where he lived, and they even printed it in the newsypaper.  Walter worked for the railroad for 50 years, and then he got another job and worked at that job until he was 99 years old.  Wow, that is OLD!

Rest in peace, Walter.  You were a nice man, and Great Falls will miss you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Potty Box Caper</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/717583</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 Apr 2011 12:21:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Peekie and I have a new potty.  It is a giant, grayish-brown, ugly potty!  You might ask why we need ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Peekie and I have a new potty.  It is a giant, grayish-brown, ugly potty!  You might ask why we needed a new potty.  

Well...Mama was cleaning our potty.  She got new litter and some bags and took our beautiful see through blue slipper tub shaped potty out on the back step.  Mama poured out the old litter, but some damp stuff stuck.  Mama got a stick and was scraping on the potty.  She tapped the end of the stick on the bottom of the potty, and there was a cracking sound.  Mama stared in horror at the triangle-shaped piece of the potty that broke right out of the bottom!  Oh, NO!!!  Once mama recovered from the shock, she got mad.  The beautiful potty was only about a year old.  We are so lucky mama is a packrat.  She went out to the storage shed and found an old potty, put new litter in it, and put it in the bathroom.

I always like to use the potty right away when the litter is new and fresh, so I jumped in.  Peekie was not far behind me.  I sniffed around, and the potty smelled funny...like sumbuddy else.  I told Peekie the potty smelled funny, so she jumped in to check.  She sniffed around and said "Gunnie, this potty smells like a girl kitty.  I think it was Missy Mups' potty."  Missy was our sister who went to the bridge before we adopted mama, so we decided it was OK to use it.

A couple of days later mama went to town to do errands.  When she came home, she had a huge ugly grayish-brown potty.  It has square corners and high sides.  She said something about boy cats and "squirting."  The only nice thing about the new potty is it holds LOTS of litter, and the front is lower if you don't feel like jumpstering into it.  Mama said kiss the pretty blue potties goodby because she will never buy one again.  Sigh. Blue is my color...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sisters!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/716955</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 12:26:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/716955</guid>
		<description>Yesterday Peekie got to ride in the new truck again.  Mama did not let me go, so I had to stay home  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday Peekie got to ride in the new truck again.  Mama did not let me go, so I had to stay home alone.  Mama thinks I probably walked around the house crying for her and Peekie.  She does not know I just got bored and went sleepy-bye on the big bed.

This morning Peekie and I were on the bed next to mama's pillow.  We started wrestling.  I would have won, but the Peekster pushed me off the bed!  I got kinda stuck in the old iron headboard with my hinder legs dangling off the end of the bed.  I thought maybe mama would help me, but when I looked at her with my big eyes, she was giggling too hard to do anything.  Finally I got a grip and wriggled and climbed back up onto the bed.  I gave Peekie "the look," and she turned and jumped off the bed and ran up the hall as fast as she could, but I thought I heard her giggling too.  It is hard living with two girls.  That's why I like it so much when my daddy comes.  Then things are evener.

Yesterday morning mama was mean to me.  She scooped me up, and we sat on the bed while she trimmed my claws.  Darn!  Now they are all not pointy on the ends anymore.  No wonder I couldn't get a grip when I got pushed off the bed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm So Sad...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/713700</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Mar 2011 18:28:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/713700</guid>
		<description>Two of my very best Catster friends are leaving; Elise and Genny.  Their mama is not able to let the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Two of my very best Catster friends are leaving; Elise and Genny.  Their mama is not able to let them come to Catster because she is too ill.  Peekie and Missy and I are all going to purr, purr, purr, and purr some more in hopes that Mommy Holes in the Head will get better, and Genny and Elise will be able to come back and play here at Catsterland.

For now, goodbye my sweet little friends.  I love you sooooooo much...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Soup Day</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/712676</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Feb 2011 15:08:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/712676</guid>
		<description>Winter, winter go away!  Come again some other day, but not for a long, long, long time...

Peekie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Winter, winter go away!  Come again some other day, but not for a long, long, long time...

Peekie and I have not had a stroller ride in months.  We are practicing by sleeping in our stroller; sometimes me, sometimes Peekie, and sometimes we nap together.  Every day we hope it will be spring, and we can go outside and hear the birdies and feel the sun on our faces.  Sometimes the sun is shining, but when we look out our birdie watching window, it is all white outside, and the cars going by have white on them too.  The sun is not very warm neether.  Mama says it will be spring before we know it.  NOT!!!

Today it is snowering again, so mama decided to spend most of the day in the kitchen.  Mama does not cook too much, but she can make some things.  First she made chai tea.  It is not cooking, but it was fun helpstering.  Peekie and I, well mostly me, ran back and forth under mama's feet.  Then Peekie came out from her nap, and we played under and on the little stepstool mama was using to get things that were up high.  

Next mama started making soup.  It has beans and carrots and nunions and celery and chickie stock and prosciutto (what the heck is that?) and Italian sausage.  Mama was cutting the veggies, and she does not have a very good knife, so little pieces of carrot and celery kept flying through the air.  Then Peekie and I would run over, and mama would have to stop and pick up the stuff that scaped off the counter and throw it in the garbages.  It seemed like forever while mama was chopstering food, but then she started cooking the sausage.  Oooh, it smelled SO good.  Peekie and I wanted some, but we only get our scripshun food.  We tried looking very, very sad, but it did not help.  Finally mama put everything in the big crocksterpot.  Now our whole house smells like yummy soup...and Peekster and I STILL don't get any.  

Winter is boring.  I think I'll take a nap in the stroller with Peekie.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank You</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/711902</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 12:51:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/711902</guid>
		<description>Thanks to all my kitty friends for the Valentine's Day presents you sent.  My page looks really cool ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks to all my kitty friends for the Valentine's Day presents you sent.  My page looks really cool!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Valentine</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/710845</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 09:18:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/710845</guid>
		<description>I just wanna meow that I have a Valentine.  Her name is Zoom, and she is smart, nice, and very beaut ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just wanna meow that I have a Valentine.  Her name is Zoom, and she is smart, nice, and very beautiful.  Last year when we were just kittens, I asked her to be my Valentine, and she said yes.  This year I could not think of another kitty girl who would make such a wonderful Valentine, so I asked her again, and she said yes.  We even exchanged Valentine's Day presents.

For my wonderful friend and beautiful Valentine, Happy Valentine's Day, Zoom.  You are the best Valentine I could ever have!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Valentine's Day Gift</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/710739</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Feb 2011 11:33:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/710739</guid>
		<description>Last weekend at our house was crazy, and it was not all good craziness for me and the Peekster.

F ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last weekend at our house was crazy, and it was not all good craziness for me and the Peekster.

For years mama dreamed about how her office would look when she retired.  Years and years became one year, and then "someday" became "now."  

Mama knew how she wanted to arrange her office, but the old hutch would not work with mama's big desktop computer.  Our daddy is a woodworker, and he is REAL good. Mama calls him "talented." Mama and daddy sat down and designed a new hutch to work on the desk mama wanted to keep.

Last Friday daddy brought the new hutch.  It was real pretty with dekrashuns daddy put on as a surprise for mama.  Mama and daddy started working in the office.  There were stacks of junk everywhere.  They were pretty fun to play in until Peekie and I got discovered and yelled at, but that took awhile because mama and daddy were so absorbed in their project they did not notice us for a long time.

Mama and daddy worked for three whole days.  They got the new hutch on and moved the computer and all his friends like the printer, external hard drive, router, scanner, etc.  Guess what?  When they stuck all the pluggy things together, the computer even worked!  Slowly the stacks of stuff disappeared from our playground as mama put things into the desk and hutch.

Daddy rehung mama's favorite painting and put a switch so she could turn on the light even though she couldn't reach up to the painting.  The saddles got moved.  Mama had to take everything out of the dollhouse she got when our grammie crossed the bridge.  Then daddy and grampster moved the house.  Peekie and I didn't get to see much because mama locked us in the bathroom so we wouldn't be underfoot.  I don't think mama saw the move either.  She said she was in the bedroom praying that the house would not get smashed.

When mama and daddy were all finished with their projects and daddy was REAL tired, mama asked if he brought the bill for the wood and stuff for the new hutch.  Daddy smiled and said, "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Flowers would be nice, but after a few days they would die.  Chocolates would be nice, but they would make mama fat.  Dinner out would be nice, but then you would come home and forget about it. There is not another hutch exactly like ours in the whole world. Mama says the hutch will always be there as a reminder of how much daddy loves her.

Happy Valentine's Day, daddy.  We love you lots!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fun with Unkl Dr. Mike</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/709758</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Feb 2011 11:05:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/709758</guid>
		<description>Yesterday I got my shotters.  When mama and Peekie and I first got to Best Friends, they put us in a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday I got my shotters.  When mama and Peekie and I first got to Best Friends, they put us in a room and said Dr. Unkl would be in soon.  Mama said "yeah, sure he will."  She was laughing because Unkl Dr. Mike is ALWAYS running late.  My pointment was first, so mama got me out of my carrier.  I was kind of nerveless and tremblering.  The TV was on, so mama and I watched the end of Color Splash and then a whole nuther half hour program.  By the time Dr. Unkl came in the room, I was almost asleep on mama's lap!  I am healthy except I have congenital cataracts (what the heck are those?).  Mama was upset when Dr. Unkl said the word "cataracts" because he never used that word before, but he said they probably will not progress.  Mama said I see fine.  I am a fabulous jumper.  Remember the little kitten who could hop up on the phone table and then leap straight up about four feet to the top of the armoire?  That's right; it was me, me, me, and I never even knocked anything over.  

I was brave for my shotters; I only hissed once.  Unkl has his staff draw up the vaccines with a larger needle; then he switches it to one he told mama is barely large enough for the stuff to get out.  That way it does not hurt so much.

Dr. Unkl wanted some Peekie poo, but mama didn't have any, so Unkl gave mama slides and swabs and stuff.  Mama said "Oh, a do-it-yourself project for me."  Mama is not sure just how good her slide prep was, but she drove to town this morning with the poo sample.  Now we are just waiting for a call so we can start eating our Fortiflora.  Daddy calls it dirt because it looks like dirt.  Don't tell daddy, but it is really pretty yummy.  Peekie and I don't want to share with mama and daddy.

Peekie and I hope everykitty is safe and warm.  Our weather is getting better while the bad stuff heads east.  It is supposed to be 30 degrees here today and maybe even into the 40s tomorrow.  We only have a few inchers of snow, and our new truck is not scared of anything.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dressing for the Occasion</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/709526</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Jan 2011 19:30:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/709526</guid>
		<description>Tomorrow I have to get my yearly shotters from Unkl Dr. Mike.  Mama says I can dress for the occasio ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tomorrow I have to get my yearly shotters from Unkl Dr. Mike.  Mama says I can dress for the occasion.  I am wearing my Calvin collar.  It is blue and a rich, dark brown, and it has a little fishy skeleton charm on it.  Mama says I look VERY handsome wearing my fancy collar.  Mama is also hoping I am very charming as well.  The last time I was at Best Friends Animal Hospital was when mama and daddy did a shop and drop at Best Friends back in December when the Peekster's pointment got mixed up.  I was an innocent victim; I was just along for the ride.  Anyway, mama and daddy left me and the Peekster there for hours in CAGES!  I was very not nice when it was time to go home.  I tried to bite the peoples who work at Best Friends.  I hissed at mama, but she ignored it and snagged me out of the cage.  Then she gave me to daddy because daddy is my speshul person, and mama thought it would calm me down.  Later daddy told mama I tried to bite him.  When mama asked daddy what he did when I tried to bite him, daddy said "got out of his way."  HA!  I have the power.  Mama told daddy he should have "disserplinned" me.  I do not know what that means, but I do not think it was a good thing.

Anyway, mama is hoping I will be on my best behavior.  I probably will because Unkl Dr. Mike does not get scared very easy, and he is not my daddy so he does not have to "get out of my way" if I act up.

OK, now I gotta go check on the wreck outside our house.  There was a loud noise, but mama could not tell what it was, so she just kept cleaning.  She missed most of the good stuff, but Peekie and I watched out the window.  There were some pretty lights from the highway patrol car and two wreckers!  It was even better than Kissmouse because we didn't have a tree.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Taking Care of Sis</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/709358</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 16:50:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/709358</guid>
		<description>Poor Peekster.  Mama says her poo is TERRIBLE.  She is taking metronidazole to kill the bad bugs she ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Poor Peekster.  Mama says her poo is TERRIBLE.  She is taking metronidazole to kill the bad bugs she got from stress and switching to the scripshun food.  Today she had to have another bath.  This one was not as bad as the first one.  I saw mama turn on the water, but then she turned it off before Peekie got in the tub.  The Peekster made a good try at scaping, but it did not work, and she got her bloomies, tail, and hind paws washed with kitty cat shampoo.  

Later on when the Peekster was napstering on the bed, I climbed up and laid down next to her and groomed her furs some more.  Pretty soon she had her arms wrapped around me, and I stayed there and cleaned her face and ears.  Then we fell asleep together.  I am pretty sure it made her feel better.  At least I hope so.  

Mama said she is glad we have a pointment with Unkl Dr. Mike on Tuesday.  We?  Uh-oh; I am getting shotters on Tuesday.  Maybe Peekie will have to take cares of me...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged by Klemy Q-Tip!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/709173</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 11:23:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/709173</guid>
		<description>I've been tagged by my dear friend, Klemy, to play a new game, five annoying things my humans do.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been tagged by my dear friend, Klemy, to play a new game, five annoying things my humans do.

1. Mama watching me poop.  Can't a guy have some privacy?

2. Mama keeping the door to the no-no room closed just because it's full of all her lacy, feathery hats and stuff.

3. Daddy squirming around and making me move from my nice warm, comfy spot on the bed in the middle of the night.

4. Mama carrying me like a baby and kissing me repeatedly on my face.

5. Mama brushing my bloomers.  I don't have much for bloomers, and I don't like anybody touching me close to my boy cat parts.  Nuff said.

Did anybuddy notice that daddy is much less annoying than mama?  Maybe it is because he is not here all the time.

Most of my friends have already been tagged, but feel free to join in the game if you haven't.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Kitty At Our House</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/708296</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 11:21:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/708296</guid>
		<description>We have a new kitty at our house.  His name is Scoopy, and he lives in the bathroom.  Mama says she  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have a new kitty at our house.  His name is Scoopy, and he lives in the bathroom.  Mama says she dopted him from Drs. Foster and Smith.  I guess Scoopy is an OK kitty, but he never does anything.  He doesn't eat or drink or even use the potty.  I tried making friends with him, but he just sat there.  I sniffed his nose.  Nothing.  Then I pawed at him.  Nothing.  Then I looked around behind and I COULD SEE HIS INNARDS!  It was so scary; Scoopy has a potty scooper inside him!  

Now I am kinda embarrassed because mama says Scoopy is not really our new brother.  He is a plastic kitty who holds the potty scooper so it is not so gross looking.  No wonder he did not want to be friends with me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Computer Man's Little Helper</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/707393</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 15 Jan 2011 10:42:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/707393</guid>
		<description>Yesterday a nice man came to our house.  Peekie ran and hid under the bed, but I liked the nice man. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday a nice man came to our house.  Peekie ran and hid under the bed, but I liked the nice man.  When he first came in, I thought he was my daddy, but he talked way louder, and he did not have a beard.  I decided he was OK anyway and followed him and mama to the office.  Mama explained she needed our printer installed wirelessly.  Mama is not a rocket scientist with computers, so it is a good thing she did not try to do it herself.  Anyway, the nice man uninstalled the printer and reinstalled it wirelessly.  Then he fixed it so mama and daddy can print off the laptop too.  I was so impressed!  

While the man was sitting at mama's desktop I kept sniffing his feets.  He smelled like King Charles Cavalier Spaniels.  Yes; my nose IS that good!  I followed the man to the kitchen where mama had the laptop set up.  I sniffed some more.  I talked to him.  Squeak, squeak, squeak!  Then when the man was talking to mama bout the bill, I stood up on my hind legs and pawed at his leg.  See me?  I'm SO cute you should give my mama a break on the bill.  Guess what!  IT WORKED!  Mama saved bout $20.

The moral of this story is always make sure everybuddy sees your VERY CUTE KITTY when they come to your house.  It could save your mama or daddy $$$.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Toy Hog</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/707029</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 12 Jan 2011 10:00:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/707029</guid>
		<description>Last weekend daddy was playing with me with my wiggler wand.  I LOVE my wiggler wand, and I squeak a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last weekend daddy was playing with me with my wiggler wand.  I LOVE my wiggler wand, and I squeak anytime somebuddy even picks it up.  Mama told daddy that I don't play as much as I used to.  I seem interested, but then not much happens.  Daddy said very diplomatically "I think GT would play, but Peekie comes running in and wants to play with the toy."  I think that is a polite way of saying Peekie is a toy hog.  It is true; whenever mama or daddy start to play with me, Peekie runs in and gets right in the middle, hogs the toy, starts jumping around all over the place, and pushes me right out of the way.  Mama decided to try a speermint.  She took Peekie and put her in the bathroom.  HA!  Then daddy and I played and played.  It was really cool, and there was no Peekster to jump in front of me and steal my toy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Our Kitchen was Stinky</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/706246</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Jan 2011 10:15:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/706246</guid>
		<description>We had something stinky in our kitchen, and it was driving mama crazy.  She checked for mousies in t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had something stinky in our kitchen, and it was driving mama crazy.  She checked for mousies in the traps underneath the cupboards. She didn't think it could be mousies.  It didn't smell THAT bad, and Peekie and I know mousie smell, and mama was pretty sure we would tell her if it was a mousie. It was not the garbages neether. 

I was not happy at all when mama put me and the Peekster in the bedroom with our potty, food, and water, and shut the door.  I tried laying down in front of the door, sticking all four paws out underneath the door, and wailing, but mama ignored me.  

Later mama told me and Peekie that she found some insecticide (what's insecticide?) that was leaking under the sink.  She said it was VERY stinky.  Mama cleaned that up, and grampster came over and took part of the sink apart and cleaned the trap (what's a trap?).  Then mama and grampster put everything back together.  Finally, mama let me and Peekie out of the bedroom.  

While mama was on the computer, I tried again to rescue my angel, but mama heard a  noise and turned around and saw me up on the hutch.  She yelled at me and clapped her hands, and I had to abandon my beloved angel and jump down and scamper away.  Mama told me she would not throw my beloved angel away.  She thought it might be bad luck because it was made by a friend of mama's, and the angel is supposed to be watching over us.  I catnot have the angel because she has twigs that I could eat and gold foily hair that I could eat and stuffing that I could eat, and it is not safe.  Now I wish I did not have a reppa-tashun for eating everything I get my paws on.

Speaking of eating, mama brought home the new scripshun kitty chow Peekie and I are gonna eat.  Mama had to take our new truck, Sapphire, and put her in the garage next door.  Mama was gone about 20 minutes, and when she came back, there were some tooth marks and a tear in the new kitty chow bag.  Hmmmmm...I wonder how that happened.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>T is for Trouble</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/705590</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 12:14:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/705590</guid>
		<description>I'm sure you all know I am NEVER naughty, so what happened last night was an accerdent.  Daddy broug ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm sure you all know I am NEVER naughty, so what happened last night was an accerdent.  Daddy brought home a plastic bag with some fabric inside.  He left it on the washering machine.  Mama walked by and thought "we should put that away before Gunnie gets into it."  Then mama got distracted and started fixing dinner with daddy.  Daddy was cooking steaks, and mama was making some salad when they heard running.  Fast, Fast, FAST running.  Mama thought Peekie and I were chasing each other through the house.  Then mama and daddy heard other noises, noises like somebuddy banging into the walls and furniture.  Then I shot by in a blur, smashed into the broom closet door, spun around, and ran the other way.  Daddy started to come after me, but by then I was running back toward the kitchen.  This time I missed the closet door, ran through the dining room, and leaped into the bay window.  Mama's heart almost stopped when I just missed the antique leaded glass thingie hanging there.  By then mama and daddy could see I had the bag wrapped around me.  IT WAS CHASERING ME all through the house!  I was too tired to run anymore, so I jumped out of the bay window and laid down under the table.  Mama crouched down and started talking, trying to calm me while daddy came around the table real slow and got the bag off.  I just sat under the table for awhile, shaking.  Even when mama tried to cuddle me later, I was still trembling.

For the rest of the night I thought there were monsters in the house, and I would not go back into the living room for a while.  By later in the evening, I was getting back to my bold self.  Daddy was giving me skritches and stuff, and I looked happy again.  

This morning I was sticking my nose into stuff, and mama said, "Gunnie, didn't you learn anything from yesterday?" and I said, "Yes, mama.  Next time I have to run faster so the bag monster can't catch me."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Angel, Chapter 2</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/705433</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Dec 2010 11:07:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/705433</guid>
		<description>We are waiting for daddy to come for New Year's weekend.  He is bringing our new Kissmouse charm pre ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are waiting for daddy to come for New Year's weekend.  He is bringing our new Kissmouse charm presents made from mama's old service pins.  Daddy had the jeweler take the teensy diamonds, sapphires, and emeralds out of mama's service pins and put them into sterling silver paw charms.  Peekie gets diamonds and sapphires; I guess I get what is left over, but heck, how many kitties get to wear REAL precious stones even if they are very teensy?

While we waited for daddy, mama was checking her e-mailers, and I sneaked up on top of the hutch on the other desk.  Mama heard a noise and turned around.  Uh-oh; busted!  Mama yelled at me, "Gunnie, you get down from there right NOW!"  Ok, Ok; I was just playing with my one true love, my angel.  I am obsessed with my love, and I will do anything to be with her.  

When I jumped down off the hutch and scampered out the office door, the angel fell off her hook onto the floor.  It has been real cold here, so mama got up to close the door more.  Mama did not see the angel until she squished her a little bit in the door.  Now my angel looks kinda sad.  Her head is lolling to one side, and her hair is askew.  Her red satin dress has a few tooth marks (wonder how that happened) in it, and her wings are goofy.  I still love my angel lots and lots, but now I am afraid mama will think she's ugly and throw her away.  I must rescue my angel, but how?

Stay tuned.  I'm pretty sure there will be a chapter 3.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Love the Tub</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/705171</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Dec 2010 09:26:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/705171</guid>
		<description>Some of you may know mama had to quit locking me out of the bath tub because I leaped up on top of t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some of you may know mama had to quit locking me out of the bath tub because I leaped up on top of the glass shower doors and down into the tub.  This scared mama big-time, so she had to give in and let me play in the tub.  Mama started by leaving the doors open, but now I know the door is not blocked shut, so I open it myself and play in the tub anytime I want.  I use my paw to get the door open just a teensy bit.  Then I stick my head through the hole.  Most of the time it is not wide enough for my whiskers to fit through, so I stick my head in sideways.  That way there is plenty of room for my whiskers.  Then I headbutt the door open far enough to jump down into the tub. The Peekster likes to get up on the toilet tank and watch me playing in the tub.  Sometimes she gets in with me, but mostly she just likes to watch.  She even has a new picture on her page.  She looks like she is lounging on a couch.  

My favorite thing to do in the tub is to take the strainer drain thingie out of the drain hole.  I work and work at it with my teeth until I can pick it up and drop it elsewhere in the tub.  I also like to knock things down off the little shelf thingies in the tub.  My very favorite is the bath sponge.  It is always in the middle of the tub.  Once I have removed the drain thingie and knocked a few things down into the tub, my work is done, and I scamper off to work on some other project.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Deprived</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/704955</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Dec 2010 15:14:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/704955</guid>
		<description>Darn!  Peekie and I are deprived!  Do you know we had NO Kissmouse dekrashuns in our entire house?   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Darn!  Peekie and I are deprived!  Do you know we had NO Kissmouse dekrashuns in our entire house?  We did not get to steal, knock over, topple, break, or otherwise destroy a single Kissmouse dekrashun OR Kissmouse package.  Our daddy was home having Kissmouse with his family in Havre, Montana, so mama and grampster had Kissmouse at Grampster's house. All the wrapstering paper, boxes, tape, and ribbon stayed at Grampster's house.  We did not have a Kissmouse tree, and mama did not even put up what she called her "beautiful" dekrashuns in our dining room.  She said Peekie and I might "ruin" something special and precious to her.  How could anything be more special or precious than me and Peekie?  

Now I am pouting and hoping that next year mama will at least give us a chance to climb the Kissmouse tree, steal pretty stuff from the centerpiece on the dining room table, or swing from the pine garland over the bay window. Maybe if we pretend to be all not naughty and grown up mama will put up some Kissmouse dekrashuns just to see what happens.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Wild Night</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/704520</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Dec 2010 17:00:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/704520</guid>
		<description>Last night mama could not sleep.  She got up and got her MP3 player and started listening to an audi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night mama could not sleep.  She got up and got her MP3 player and started listening to an audio book.  It was a who done it mystery.  Peekie and I saw that mama was not sleeping, so we decided we should not sleep either.  We ran around, up and down the hall, and leaped on and off the bed chasering each other.  Then mama tried again to sleep, but she kept hearing noises.  She kept yelling at me and Peekie to stop it.  We giggled behind our paws and just kept on being wild.  

When mama went to the dining room this morning, she found part of what she called our handiwork.  What's handiwork?  That darned "askew" tattled on me and the Peekster again.  Mama suspected me the most because the cat traps were askew, Kissmouse cards were scattered on the floor, and one little hand-carved birdie was knocked over.  

Those cat traps ruin all my fun.  They are pieces of poster board with strips of duck tape all over them.  When I leap up where I'm not sposed to be, the cat traps stick to my feet.  Ick!  I have to jump down and run off.  Sometimes mama even finds little bits of fur stuck in the cat traps. Maybe that is why my bloomers are so sparse?

I guess I should have waited a little while longer.  Mama was just thinking I never jumped up there anymore, and she could put the cat traps away.  Darned askew...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Some Serious Moves</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/704362</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 16:58:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/704362</guid>
		<description>By now I guess everykitty knows my mama recently retired.  Hey, it is great!  Every day Peekie and I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ By now I guess everykitty knows my mama recently retired.  Hey, it is great!  Every day Peekie and I get real scheduled playtime. 

This morning mama got out a speshal kitty teaser.  It is a hollerday teaser with red, green, and white cool feathers and a little bell.  Mama started by holding the teaser up high.  Peekie was looking all interested.  Mama wiggled the teaser just a teensy bit, and the Peekster leaped straight up in the air.  I saw mama let go so Peekie could think she caught it, but I never told on mama.  She is trying to let Peekie think she won the game.

Then mama started waving the teaser around, going back and forth with it.  I remembered the game I used to play when I was just a kitten.  I would leap up in the air after the teaser as it went by.  Mama and daddy were always impressed because I could leap SO high!  I will admit I catnot leap quite as high now because I am a mancat, but I did impress mama with my serious "teaser" moves this morning.  After I was so nice to Peekie, she told me I was not very graceful in the air.  I guess my legs were going every which way.  I told her that's the way "mancats" do stuff.  Then I stalked off with my head and tail held high.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Kissmouse Wish for Peekie</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/704056</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Dec 2010 12:22:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/704056</guid>
		<description>Most all my friends know my baby sister, Peekaboo.  I complain about her sometimes, mostly because s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Most all my friends know my baby sister, Peekaboo.  I complain about her sometimes, mostly because she is so perfect and good that she makes me look extra naughty.  She is also pretty cute and a real good wrestler.  

Some of our friends know Peekie has a chronic disease, and she got sick and had to have an oprashun awhile back.  Now it looks like Peekie's disease is flaring up again.  She is feeling fine and everything, but she has to go see our Unkl doctor Mike right after the new year starts.  

My Kissmouse wish for the Peekster is that we could have a Kissmouse miracle and her disease would just disappear or at least that Unkl doctor Mike can find a way to help the Peekster and keep her disease under control.  I would even give up my little blue sports car if my sister could be OK again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pictures with Santa</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/703007</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 15:41:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/703007</guid>
		<description>Ooooohhhhhhh; I am so excited.  I got to meet Santa Claws yesterday.  Just imagine; Santa was at Pet ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ooooohhhhhhh; I am so excited.  I got to meet Santa Claws yesterday.  Just imagine; Santa was at Petco, and he had all these pretty presents wrapped up waiting to deliver to good kitties like me. Mama and daddy took me and the Peekster to meet Santa  The Peekster went first to visit Santa and get her picture taken with him.  Mama said something about me being so naughty at the vet the last time.  I sure hope Santa did not hear.  I don't think he did; he never said anything about my being naughty.

Mama took me out of my carrier.  She said something about me being the length of a boa constrictor.  What's a boa constrictor?  Anyway, I just kept getting longer and longer while mama was pulling me out of my carrier.  Then mama carried me over to Santa Claws.  Oh, his suit was so pretty.  It was really bright red and very soft.  Santa had this wonderful beard, and I thought about trying to grab it in my paws, but then I got distracted when I saw the lady with the camera. There was a white umbrella there too.  What's up with that?  It is WINTER in Montana!

Santa took me very gently and held me with his white gloves.  I looked around and there were mama and daddy calling my name and making strange noises.  I looked at them with my big copper eyes wide, and I heard "snap, snap, snap."  Peoples kept coming in the door, and I could see them walk by.  I was kinda of scared, but mama said I was a very good boy.  When my pictures were done, mame let me tell Santa that I was "mostly" a good boy all year long.  Then I asked Santa to bring me my little blue sports car since I didn't get it for my birthday.  Santa kinda chuckled. He did not say he would bring the little blue sports car, but he did not say he wouldn't either.

When mama and daddy looked at my pictures, they were very good, so mama is ordering a CD with mine and the Peekster's pictures with Santa.  As soon as we get the CD, mama will our Kissmouse pictures on our Catster pages.

P.S. Thanks, diary robot, for honoring me as a daily diary pick.  Thanks to everykitty who sent me congratulations and presents.  I love you all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Brown Couch</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/702591</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Dec 2010 19:23:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/702591</guid>
		<description>Mama and daddy left me and the Peekster alone on Saturday.  We were happy to see mama and daddy when ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama and daddy left me and the Peekster alone on Saturday.  We were happy to see mama and daddy when they came home.  They had Kissmouse presents for me and Peekie.

Peekie has a little seafoam green couch bed.  It belonged to Missy Mups, a gift from a dear friend named Rasta.  Mama tried to get me to sleep in the bed when I was a kitten, but I didn't like it.  The Peekster loved it, so mama told her she could have it.  Then one night I got into the couch bed and went to sleep.  I started getting into it more and more often, so mama decided we should have two little couches.  Mama and daddy brought a beautiful brown bed when they came home.  They put it in the dining room.  I went to check it out.  I never trust new things because there could be monsters inside or something.  While I was sniffing to make sure it was safe, the Peekster ran right over and flopped down on the little couch and curled up.  When I told her it was my new bed, she just looked at me with those big green eyes and that "neener, neener" look on her face.  Mama and daddy laughed when I pouted and would not make Peekie get out of my bed.  

Finally, daddy got out the new laser light toy and played with us.  When we were done playing, I realized the new brown couch was empty, so I ran and flopped down on it.  Really comfy, it is a "guy cat" color, and there are no monsters in it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnarr Leapstering</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/701531</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Nov 2010 12:07:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/701531</guid>
		<description>To hear all about our &quot;drop and shop&quot; adventure, read Peekie's diary.  Just remember that my baby si ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ To hear all about our "drop and shop" adventure, read Peekie's diary.  Just remember that my baby sister fibs sometimes, so MAYBE some of the stuff she said is not true, specially bout me.  

Saturday morning mama and daddy were awake but not up yet.  They were talking bout stuff when they heard a big loud thump.  Mama said "Gunnarr is in the tub!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  Mama leaped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.  She got there before daddy, and she could see black through the shower door.  When mama opened the door, I was standing in the tub looking real proud of myself.  

Mama could not believe it, but this is how I did it.  I hopped onto the toilet and then onto the toilet tank.  Then I leaped for the top of the shower doors.  Mama is not quite sure how I balanced on the top because the doors catnot be more than a couple inchers wide.  Then I leaped from the top of the doors down into the tub.  The doors are about 5 1/2 feet tall, so it was a long way down.  Mama and daddy only heard one sound, so they know I I jumped from the top of the doors into the tub and landed on my feet.  Ouchie; it hurt just a teensy bit.

Hey, Peekster.  I bet YOU can't do that!

P.S. I got cuddled first and then yelled at, but I didn't care.  It was fun!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am in Love</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/700648</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 11:15:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/700648</guid>
		<description>Well, now the truth comes out.  Know that damp angel mama found in the middle of the living room car ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, now the truth comes out.  Know that damp angel mama found in the middle of the living room carpet the other day?  I am infatuated with her.  I am in love with her. I catnot leave her alone.  Every chance I get, I hop on mama's big desk, stand on my hind legs, reach around the corner, and try to get the angel hanging on the end of the hutch.  I tried to hide my feelings for the angel, but now mama knows for sure I am the one who catnapped the angel, rearranged her hairdo, dampened her dress, and put a couple of tooth holes through her satiny red dress.  I never meant to hurt her; I just want to know her better, and I figure the only way to do that is to get up close and personal.  That is hard to do when she is hanging about four feet off the floor.  Now I get yelled at every time I even look up at my new love.  Sigh...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Peekie and I Were Naughty</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/700002</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Nov 2010 13:59:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/700002</guid>
		<description>Oh, we were SO naughty today.  Mama was in the office working on the computer.  Then grampster calle ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh, we were SO naughty today.  Mama was in the office working on the computer.  Then grampster called, and mama decided to let us stay in the office because I was sleeping in the stroller, and Peekie was asleep in the Peekaboo-Muppet chair.  We looked so cute mama did not want to disturb us.  

Mama stayed longer than she meant to giving grampster lessons on his new laptop computer.  Grandpa is 84, and he decided to learn how to use a computer.  We are all proud of him, and mama says he is doing really well learning how to use the mousie and playing games and checking his e-mail.

When mama opened the door, Peekie and I were playing with something on the floor, but we both ran away.  Mama could see it was some cat-tail stuff, but she couldn't figure out where we would have found it.  Then she looked in the office.  Ooh, she was mad, and we were both in big trouble.  Somebody (we refuse to say which one of us it was, could have been either) jumped up on the chair or maybe onto the pretty new spensive printer.  Then "somebody" hopped up onto some files on top of the scanner and started playing with a vase full of the cat-tail stuff and a whole bunch of little feathery thingies that mama had lovingly placed in the vase one by one.  The vase was on the top shelf of the hutch. Oops; something happened, and the vase toppled off the shelf, down onto the files on the desk, and then bounced off onto the floor where every single one of the things in the vase spilled out all higgledy-piggledy onto the carpet.  That is what mama saw when she looked into the office.  It is a good thing looks catnot kill or the Peekster and I might not be around.  Mama roared like a lion at us both.  Then she saw the little angel that had been hanging up with the calender lying in the middle of the living room. She was kinda damp, and her hair was a mess. Another lion roar, and we both ran like scared rabbits to hide for awhile.

I am mad at that darned askew because once again, he told mama on me and Peekie.  Maybe if the files had not been askew on the desk mama would not have realized that Peekie and/or I did the naughty.  We could have blamed it on a mischievous poltergeist or maybe even a burglar.

Now a couple of hours later, mama has not forgotten, but she straightened everything out and rearranged the stuff in the vase.  Nothing was broken, so maybe she will forgive us.  Until then, I think we should lay low.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Special Day</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/699005</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 08:48:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/699005</guid>
		<description>Tomorrow is Veterans Day, and mama is so glad the weather will be nice enough for us to fly our flag ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tomorrow is Veterans Day, and mama is so glad the weather will be nice enough for us to fly our flag.  Missy, Peekie, and I are all Americats and proud of it.  We wanna thank our grampster for his service to our country.  Grampster was in the United States Navy, and he proudly served his country.  Grampster has an eagle and an anchor tattooed on his arm, and although it is faded because it is so old, it reminds mama that our grampster was willing to give his life for our freedom.

We have a little blankie we use in our carriers.  Missy Mups won it a few years ago in a photo contest.  On the blanket it says "Freedom is not Free."  So any fine Americans have fought, and some have died to keep every single one of us free.  Then there are others who came back but whose lives are forever changed.

We salute the men and women who serve our country, fighting to keep us free, and we will be flying the stars and stripes tomorrow to honor them.

Thanks, Grampster!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Changes</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/698552</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Nov 2010 17:47:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/698552</guid>
		<description>We haven't been at Catster much lately.  Mama says it is because of all the changes (what's a change ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We haven't been at Catster much lately.  Mama says it is because of all the changes (what's a change?) Mama worked for the local hospital for 40 years.  Then the hospital called a meeting and told all the people in mama's department that they were terminated.  I don't know what that means, but it made mama very, very sad.  A new company came in to run mama's old department, and mama started to work for them.  They aren't a bad company, but the pay and benefits were not as good.  Mama did all the training and something she called "homework" after working all day, but then the "quipments" didn't work right.  Mama spent hours on the telephone with the help desk, and finally they decided to send mama some new "quipments."  Mama waited days for the quipments to get here, but then they did not work either.  Mama had planned to work for the new company for a year and then do something called "retire," but after all the troubles trying to even get started and probably not making much monies anyway, mama decided to retire early.  

We are kinda poor, but we are used to it, and Peekie and I think it's way cool that mama can play with us anytime she wants now. We have been going for stroller rides almost every day, and it is really fun when mama starts doing what she calls "reorganizing" closets and cupboards.  The Peekster and I have been helping as much as we can.  We are into everything.  I stick my head into bags, and Peekie runs into the closet as soon as mama opens the door.  We run off with things and run under mama's feet when she is trying to carry things.  It is the coolest game we have ever played.  I catnot figure out why mama does not think we are helping much.

The Peekster and I would like to thank all the kind friends who gave us gifts while we were away. We love every single present, and we hope to start giving some back real soon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Catsterland Legend</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/694453</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Oct 2010 14:57:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/694453</guid>
		<description>The great Louis LeBeau is flying free with the angels, and we are crying.  Louis was one of the swee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The great Louis LeBeau is flying free with the angels, and we are crying.  Louis was one of the sweetest, kindest kitties on Catster.  I have looked up to Louis since I was just a tiny kitten.  Bye, Louis.  You will never be forgotten.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another Poem...Sigh...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/694448</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Oct 2010 14:46:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/694448</guid>
		<description>Gunnarr T

He's a tiger,
Hear him roar.
Baby mancat he's no more.
He's a tiger sleek and strong ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Gunnarr T

He's a tiger,
Hear him roar.
Baby mancat he's no more.
He's a tiger sleek and strong
Wishing he could do no wrong.
Initial T stands for trouble.
Mama's glad he's not a double...

And now a note from Gunnarr T: Do not quit your day job, mama.  ;)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>T is for Trouble</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/693906</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Oct 2010 20:34:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/693906</guid>
		<description>Oh boy, did I get into trouble.  I guess I shouldn't have laughed behind my paw when the Peekster go ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh boy, did I get into trouble.  I guess I shouldn't have laughed behind my paw when the Peekster got yelled at for gettin in the nip.  

Mama had to work today, and on her morning break she went over to grampster's house to get her Sunday newsypaper.  When mama got back, Peekie seemed real interested in something back behind the washering machine.  Mama thought maybe it was a nuther mousie.  She looked where Peekie was looking, and she saw my big copper eyes staring back at her.  "Oh, Gunnie!  What WERE you thinking?" mama said.  I started squalling, "mama get me OUT of here!  I don't like it here, and I can't get out." Mama called grampster, and he came right over.  

Before mama could tell grampster her plan to get me out, grampster pulled the washer out and started tipping it forward.  Mama was screaming, "No; he'll go UNDER it."  You gotta know; my grampster will be 84 on Tuesday, and he is pretty small.  Sure enough, I saw that nice space opening up and decided to explore it.  There was grampster trying to hold the washer up.  He told mama to get me to jump up on the back of the washer and come out.  Mama coaxed me, but I wasn't sure.  After all, that washer back was kinda slick, and there were things coming out of it.  Finally, I kind of stood up to check it out, and mama grabbed my leg and pulled me up until she could get me around the middle. What happened next was even less fun.  

Mama YELLED at me.  Then she swatted my behind and told me I was a very, VERY bad boy. She didn't hurt my behind, but she did hurt my feelings.  Imagine telling me I was a bad boy when I was just trying to clean up the dust bunnies behind the washer.  I scampered off to pout, and grampster put the washering machine back.  Now every time mama sees me anywhere near the washering machine, she yells at me.  Geez, a guy can't have any fun at all around here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Is It Just Us?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/693465</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Sep 2010 15:10:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, everykitty.  For the last few days, mama has noticed a very annoying thing.  We start to check  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, everykitty.  For the last few days, mama has noticed a very annoying thing.  We start to check our our friends' new pictures and diary entries. When we get to the bottom of the page, there are no more page numbers, no next, no nothing to click on to take us to the next page.  Mama has to pop up to the top of the page where there are two (yes two; I can count that high) sets of page numbers to click on to go forward or back through our list of friends.

Soooooo...are we seeing double?]]></content:encoded>
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		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/691338</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Sep 2010 20:15:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/691338</guid>
		<description>Hey, everykitty!  I saw Chef Rooster cooking in his kitchen this evening, and I saw Pharoah Loki tal ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, everykitty!  I saw Chef Rooster cooking in his kitchen this evening, and I saw Pharoah Loki talking to him.  I think Chef was making something VERY special...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More Thank You's</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/689628</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Sep 2010 20:12:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, everykitty.  Thanks so much for remembering me and my sisters with the special gifts.  Now inst ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, everykitty.  Thanks so much for remembering me and my sisters with the special gifts.  Now instead of listing everykitty's name, I am gonna go give some.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Birthday Thank Yous</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/689623</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Sep 2010 19:18:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I am really workin my mama this evening.  I have lots of birthday thank yous.

Thanks to:

Mea - ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am really workin my mama this evening.  I have lots of birthday thank yous.

Thanks to:

Mea - Angel, Mikki, Miko, and more for the shrimp.

Sissy, Luke, Cooter, Simon, and more for the blue rosette.

Molly, Macy, Misha Angel, Emma (In Memory), and more for the brussel ball.

Adam Dylan, Eve Layla, Puddin Keket, Puff Amenti, and more for the shrimp.

Jaffa Rafferty, Lulu O'Soc, and Rustle Rafferty for the ice cream cone.

Mr. Sam at the Bridge and family for the red heart.

Athena for the shrimp.

The family of Jack, Bobby, and Teddy for the ice cream cone.

Monida for the baseball.

Morris, Patches, Coda, Savanna Angel, and more for the ice cream cone.

Serena for the watermelon.

Teebo, Callie, and Rose for the cupcake.

Tony, Anna, Greystone, Sammy, and more for the cupcake.

Enzo and family for the party hat.

Thank you! From the bottom of my heart, I love all you wonderful kitties.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>DDP Thank You's</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/689622</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Sep 2010 19:11:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I have to pollergize. All my friends probably think I got no manners because my thank you's are so l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have to pollergize. All my friends probably think I got no manners because my thank you's are so late.  Blame it on my mama; she says she has been too "bizzy" until this evening to do my thank you's, but now I got her workin.  ;)

Thanks to:

Luke, Tully, Sammy, and Natasha for the baseball.

Xena for the blue rosette.

Adam Dylan, Eve Layla, Puddin Keket, Puff Amenti, and more for the shrimp and beach ball.

Tate for the shrimp and cupcake.

Guido for the beach ball.

Tabatha for the pink rosette for me and my mom.

Mea - Angel, Mikki, Miki, and more for the shrimp.

The Bush furs for the big blue paws.

Tony, Anna, Greystone, Sammy, and more for the two trophies.

I am so lucky to get DDP's and to have friends like you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Catster Fleas</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688902</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 05:54:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688902</guid>
		<description>Geez, Catster, pleeeeeeeez get your act together.  My lead picture is MIA as are those of most of my ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Geez, Catster, pleeeeeeeez get your act together.  My lead picture is MIA as are those of most of my friends.  Red Xs and white boxes everywhere, and I can't open my new presents! Is this any way to treat me and my sweet kitty kat friends? ARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH...

Oh, and did I mention slooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary of the Day and My First Birthday!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688829</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 17:23:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688829</guid>
		<description>Wow!  It is soooo cool the diary robot, errrr, ummmm, I mean the diary picker person, chose me as a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow!  It is soooo cool the diary robot, errrr, ummmm, I mean the diary picker person, chose me as a DDP again so soon.  It must be because my diary entries are so long.  My most sincere kitty kat thanks to everybody for the congratulations and presents.  Mama says we will thank everykitty and pup personally very soon.

Right now, mama is going to Shutterfly to make a photo book of my first year.  Sometimes the Shutterfly people make mama an offer she catnot refuse, and a free photo book offer expires on September 1, my VERY FIRST BIRTHDAY!  

Mama is going to design a book for me with all the best pictures of my first year so she and daddy can always remember how cute I was as a kitten, and through pictures they can watch me grow up into a fabulous mancat over and over again.  WOOHOO!!!  I catnot wait to get my very ownest book.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnie T. Gunnarrson, Roving Reporter - Day 5</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688694</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 16:38:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Wesnesday we all slept in.  It is kinda hard because there are always peoples in the campsterground  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wesnesday we all slept in.  It is kinda hard because there are always peoples in the campsterground who are leaving early.  Finally we pestered mama so much that she got up to give us breakfast.  Then mama and daddy got up and got ready to go antiquing.  While we were eating breakfast with the big door open, a cottontail bunny came hopstering down the street.  He was BIG!  He was exciting!  He was fun to watch!  I wanted to bring him home with us, but daddy said no, he might nibble Peekie's and my toes off.  I think not, daddy!

Peekie and I did our usual relaxing while mama and daddy went shopstering in downtown Billings.  They found an antique mall.  Mama bought a couple of old pictures.  She says she "accidentally" started collecting old wedding pictures.  Mama says the best way to see how ladies dressed and wore their jewelry is by looking at old pictures.  Then mama knows the proper way to dress when she wears her old-fashioned clothes. Daddy collects postcards, specially ones of Virginia City and Nevada City, Montana.  He found a giant one, so daddy was happy too.  

Mama and daddy came home, and it was really, really hot again, so they took a nap with us!  Mama and daddy got out the laptop.  They both checked their e-mail.  We were trying to catch up with Catster, and mama was going to do my diary entries, but at 6 p.m. the system was overloaded.  Mama's connection would work for a few minutes, and then we would lose it.  Finally although I was begging to file my reports, mama gave up. 

Finally after dinner it cooled down enough that we could take another stroller ride.  The long, long days of summer are getting shorter.  Peekie and I were very excited because we got to stay out after dark. It was the very first time we ever went strolling in the dark, and mama said maybe we should have bought a stroller light. When we first went out, mama and daddy wanted a picture of us in our stroller in front of a Billings KOA sign.  Mama found the perfect place right in front of a big planter full of red and yellow flowers.  Mama had the leashes, and she snapped them on while daddy unzipped our canopy.  Mama had treats, and she though we would sit up cute for treats.  Boy, was she ever wrong! Peekie and I were really scared when our roof disappeared.  We would not even be cute for treats.  Mama and daddy tried for maybe five minutes.  Then mama told daddy we were just too scared, and they needed to give up.  Daddy zipped our canopy back, and mama unsnapped our leashes and zipped the back door tight.  Mama said everykitty will just have to believe that we are inside the stroller.  From now on, mama and daddy will take a picture of us in the stroller when we go on road trips, but we don't want the roof to disappear anymore.  

We got an extra long stroll because mama wanted us to get our confidence back before we went home.  There was a different peacock in the campsterground.  This one was bigger, and he had one long tailfeather left.  He looked silly dragging his one feather around, but he was fun to watch.  He was kinda chicken; if we got too close, he would trot off aways. Then just before it got pretty dark, mama and daddy found three vintage cars.  Each one was pulling a little vintage campster trailer, and each trailer was painted to match the cars.  Mama was sad because they were so cute, but it was too dark to take a picture, and the next morning they were all gone.  One was a red and white car I wanted daddy to buy for me, but he said it probably was not for sale.  I would have looked really good driving a vintage car, doncha think?  We kept strollering around and around the campsterground until it got really dark, so we went home and went to bed.  The next day was our trip home, and the Peekster and I needed our rest.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnie T. Gunnarrson, Roving Reporter - Day 4</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688690</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 16:19:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>On Tuesday mama and daddy got up real early for their trip east to the Rosebud Battlefield.  On the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ On Tuesday mama and daddy got up real early for their trip east to the Rosebud Battlefield.  On the way they passed the Little Bighorn Battlefield.  Mama and daddy had both been there before, so they wanted to do the Rosebud first.  There is not much at the Rosebud, even though it was a very important battle between the army and many of the same warriors who fought eight days later at the Little Bighorn.  Mama and daddy read the signs and book a brochure with a map.  Then they started driving the loop.  Mama saw a mowed path that went back away from the road, so daddy parked, and they started hiking back into the hills.  The grass was so tall it was almost as tall as mama, but the path was wide, and they could watch for snakes.  

The battle was known by the Indians as "where the girl saved her brother."  An Indian lady was watching from the ridge above when she saw her brother's horse shot from underneath him.  She jumped on a horse and rode through a hail of bullets to where her brother was.  She stopped just long enough for him to jump up behind her, and then they raced back to the safety of the ridge.  Mama specially liked that story about the girl saving her brother.  Mama said "Well, I bet he never lived THAT down, getting saved by a girl!" 

Sitting Bull, a medicine man, had a vision of soldiers falling into camp with their heads cut off.  After the victory at the Rosebud, the Indians thought the vision had been fulfilled, so they celebrated their great victory and thought the soldiers would give up chasing them and trying to make them go to a reservation.  The soldiers needed supplies, so they left the area, and that is why they were not at the battle of the Little Bighorn with Custer and his men.  

There was time when mama and daddy headed back toward Billings to stop at the Little Bighorn Battlefield.  They saw a new exhibit there and then went to the gift shop.  Mama hates gift shops because they are usually full of junk, but mama said it was wonderful.  There were a few caps and T-shirts but mostly it was books.  Beautiful, beautiful books about the battle, Custer, Indians, and even books about the role horses played in the military.  They also had some CDs of cavalry songs and Native American music. Mama and daddy said the books were not even extra spensive.  It was hot when mama and daddy took the drive around the battlefield.  There are signs to read from the car, but there are trails to walk too.  They did most of the trails except the one down to the river.  Daddy told us there were grasshoppers everywhere, big fat juicy ones! 

Back in the old days when mama and daddy were kids (boy THAT was a long time ago), there were no memorials to the Indians who were protecting their land and their way of life.  Now there is a warrior memorial, and there are reddish granite stone markers where some warriors fell.  Some are unknowns, but others have their names on the marker.  Mama took a picture of one marker that had offerings left.  At first it just looked like a pile of junk, but then mama looked closer.  There were fabric wrapped bundles, cigarettes (tobacco offerings), and even a plate of some old yucky food with what looked like a cigar. Mama knows these things are sacred, and she is always curious but never touches the offerings.  

Mama and daddy got home pretty late that night, but Peekie and I still got our special playtime and watched TV out the screen door.  There were lots of dawgs being walked past, and we spied on all the neighbors.  Then two little girls came to the door and started talking to us.  We met them earlier on our stroller ride.  They thought we were pretty cool, and they wanted to take us out of the stroller, but mama and daddy explained that we might get hurt or lost.  We were kinda happy they came by our campster trailer to see us that evening, but mama was afraid they might open the door, and we would scape.  I like mostly everybuddy, but the Peekster is what mama calls "selective, and she was not sure how much she liked them."

I was kind of disserpointed that mama and daddy did not bring us any grasshoppers from the Little Bighorn, but daddy did catch a miller outside on our window.  He brought it inside, and mama "disabled" it.  I thought Peekie and I could play with it for a long time, but we played awhile, and then Peekster got the miller and ATE him!  I was mad at her, but it was too late; he was already in her tummy.  After that, mama and daddy went to bed, and there was not much to do except go to sleep.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnie T. Gunnarrson, Roving Reporter - Day 3</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688496</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 Aug 2010 08:03:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>On Monday mama and daddy planned to tour the Moss Mansion in Billings and then go to the zoo.  We al ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ On Monday mama and daddy planned to tour the Moss Mansion in Billings and then go to the zoo.  We all had breakfast together, and then mama and daddy were trying to get dressed in their old-fashioned clothes.  Mama put on a HUGE hat from about 1910.  It was made of straw for summer, and it had two very, very large black ostrich plumes on it.  Mama's hat was SO big she had to aim for the center of the doorway to get through. Mama and daddy were trying to do things, but mama's hat kept getting in the way, and then they would laugh.  Peekie and I got wild because mama and daddy were trying to hurry.  We were racing back and forth and trying to help them get dressed. Finally the air conditioner and the oldies station came on, and we knew mama and daddy were leaving.  

Mama told us later they got to the mansion and walked all the way around the house trying to find the door for the tours.  Their brochure said it was open on Monday's, but the sign on the door said they were closed.  I think daddy probably said at least one bad word, but then mama and daddy said "lemonade," and decided to make the best of it.  They had a camera, so they started strolling around the grounds and taking pictures of each other.  There were some carpenters working on the house and a lady working in the garden.  Mama and daddy made themselves at home posing on the benches and mama admiring the flowers.  

Then a lady came out of the house and said hi to mama and daddy.  They explained they were making the most of a disappointing situation, and the lady said that was fine; they could explore and take all the pictures they wanted.  

Later the lady came back out and asked if mama and daddy wanted to take a look inside the house.  Mama and daddy were excited to see what the entryway looked like, but when they got inside, the lady handed daddy the written script for the tour guide and and let them tour the entire mansion.  Mama and daddy were so happy.  They were careful not to touch anything and stay on the carpet runners, but they went through the whole house admiring the beautiful things with daddy reading about them.  They could not believe their good fortune!

Mama and daddy came back for lunch, changed their clothes, played with me and Peekie, and then they left for the zoo.  

The zoo was a bit disappointing to mama and daddy.  It was small, and there were not that many animals.  Billings is not that big, and mama and daddy know zoos are terribly spensive.  The people have big plans, but there must not be much money because the ticket person told daddy there was no money in the budget for brochures with maps of the zoo. Peekie and I wanted to go make friends with all the animals, but daddy said there was a sign "no pets allowed."  Isn't that discrimmination?  Daddy said the signage for the zoo was bad.  Usually daddy can find his way to things easily, but they got "kinda" lost.  They were not too lost.  Mama said something about turning around and following the trail of breadcrumbs, so they did, and there was the zoo.  They were farm animals and a turkey vulture.  Mama had never seen one of them up close.  There were two bald eagles, and one was eating a bunny.  There were ducks and geese, a tiger, a mountain sheep, a grizzly bear, a sitka deer, and one lonely wolf.  Mama's favorite besides the tiger were the two little red pandas.  Daddy whistled while mama was taking their picture, and one looked up right at mama and daddy.  Mama said they have very cute faces.

When mama and daddy got home, we finally got our stroller ride.  We went around and around the campsterground in our blue hotrod stroller with the flames on the sides.  Peekie and I took turns navigating.  There was lots of cool stuff.  There was even a peacock strolling around.  I do not know if he was supposed to be there, but there he was.  He was kinda small, and he didn't have his long tail feathers.  Peekie wanted to get out of the stroller and chase him, but mama and daddy said good kitties stay in their stroller and enjoy the view safely.  Sounds like parentspeak to me!  

We watched some kitty cat TV when we got home.  Then it was off to dreamland.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnie T. Gunnarrson, Roving Reporter - Day 2</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688495</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 Aug 2010 07:59:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Sunday morning mama and daddy got up early.  Daddy cooked breakfast and played with me and Peekie wh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sunday morning mama and daddy got up early.  Daddy cooked breakfast and played with me and Peekie while mama got ready.  It takes mama a long time; it takes daddy about 10 minutes.  Peekie helped mama with her makeup and picking out outfits.  Daddy and I played cool games in the kitchen and living room.

After breakfast mama and daddy turned on the air conditioning and our favorite oldies station and left for the trip to Basin, Wyoming.  My great grammie and great grampster used to live there.  They have both passed away, so Peekie and I didn't get to meet them.  Mama wanted to take pictures of their old house, the newer little house that they built, and other places she remembered from when she was a little girl and visited there.  She and daddy met a couple of his friends for lunch, and then drove around town, and mama took her pictures.

Mama and daddy decided to come home a different way, so they drove through Powell, Wyoming, and Ralston, Wyoming, and out to the Heart Mountain Relocation Camp.  It was a place where Japanese Americans were taken to live during the war.  They lived in big buildings mama called "barracks," and there was a fence and spotlights around it so they could not leave.  It made mama sad.  There are only a few buildins left, but the country there is very harsh.  Mama said it is boiling hot in the summer and freezing cold in the winter.  All around were just bare ugly  hills and almost no trees.  Mama took some pictures, and then mama and daddy headed home to me and Peekie.  It was pretty late when they got back, but we had been using each other as toys, so we didn't mind. 

Mama and daddy were too tired to take us strollering, and it was getting late, so for the second day in a row we didn't get our stroller ride.  Daddy promised we could go on Monday.  We played games with mama and daddy in the campster, and it was cooling down, so daddy did what he calls "turning on the kitty cat TV."  He opened the big door, and we sat at the screen door and watched everything going on outside.  There were dawgs and people, specially little people on trikes and bikes with trainng wheels.  There were big people walking and driving around.  We amused ourselves with the TV until it was time for bed.  Good night, mama.  Good night, daddy.  We all had sweet dreams.  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnie T. Gunnarrson, Roving Reporter - Day 1</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688431</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 18:56:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Saturday morning we left for Billings.  Mama and daddy were loading the campster all day on Friday.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Saturday morning we left for Billings.  Mama and daddy were loading the campster all day on Friday.  I made sure the Peekster and I had all our stuff.  Yeppers, we had our giant bowl of food, our special water dish, our special campster potty with the snap-on lid, our special potty scooper just for campstering, a bunch of toys, harnesses, leashes, carriers, medicine bags, combs and brushes, our drinking water, and even a way cool cardboard box to hide in.  Peekie had her calming collar, and mama sneaked some Bach's Rescue Remedy into her big purse.

We didn't get very far before the Peekster started her howling woof routine.  Then she settled down for awhile.  Then she howled again.  Finally, mama and daddy stopped at Eddie's Corner.  I tried not to giggle watching mama standing backwards on her seat giving the Peekster a dose of Bach's Rescue Remedy.  It worked pretty well; Peekie only wailed a few times.

I, on the other hand, was a perfect angel.  I never made a peep all the way to Billings.  Mama kept looking back at me and telling daddy I looked like I might fall asleep.  I kinda like ridin in daddy's big noisy truck. It must be a guy thing.  

We had to go through road destruction and a detour.  The detour was terbl; it almost jiggled our eyeballs out.  Peekie cried.  She was kinda pitiful, but I told her it would be OK.

Finally we got to Billings.  We were driving through town to the campsterground when I saw a sign that said 9 and 7 and a little circle behind it.  Mama said that meant it was 97 degrees outside.  I was scared that it might be too hot for wearing fur jammies.  Mama said not to worry, everything would be fine.  

We pulled into the world's first KOA.  There was a swimming pool, spa, video arcade, miniature golf, dawg playground, and a kiddie playground.  I begged daddy to let me play miniature golf, but he said we were too bizzy.  Daddy pulled into our spot and hooked up the electricity.  Mama turned on the air conditioning and got us into the campster.  We got out of our carriers and had a snack and some water.  Then while mama rearranged everything, Peekie and I played around the bed and chased each other up and down the hall. We found every single hidey-hole in the campster. 

We had another snack while mama and daddy had lunch after they finished getting set up. After lunch mama and daddy turned on the radio to an oldies station. What's up with that?  Mama said it was the first station that was coming in clear, so that's what we got.  It's OK after you get used to it.  

Mama and daddy left for the pictograph caves.  Mama said it was very, very hot at that big pile of rocks.  The paintings are real old and kind of faded, but I did see one good picture daddy took.  It was a bunch of red guns, so it was a newer painting.  When mama and daddy left the pictograph caves, they saw a huge plume of smoke.  It was a forest fire.  This year in Montana we had lots and lots of rain, so the grass grew very tall.  Now the fire season is kinda late, but we will probably have fires until it snows in the mountains this fall.  

When mama and daddy got back it was too hot to eat outside and even too hot to take us strollering.  Mama and daddy waited until it got dark, and they went for a walk without me and Peekie.  Mama said it was noisy; there were thousands and thousands of cicadas in the trees, and they were all singing.  There were lots of people still in the pool staying cool.

We got extra playtime when mama and daddy came back from their walk.  We played with our giant rabbit fur mousie and the Nemo toy.  It is a special toy Missy Mups' friend, Nemo, sent her all the way from Canada.  Peekie accidentally broke the beautiful ribbon when she was just a baby, but we still love the toy.  Mama put some new catnipshun inside, and we went wild. Peekie and I wanted to stay up late, but mama and daddy had to get up early for a road trip the next morning. It wasn't long before we all drifted off with me and the Peekster dreaming about adventures we hoped to have.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gunnie T. Gunnarrson, Roving Reporter</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688429</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 18:47:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688429</guid>
		<description>Dear readers,

I am filing my roving report late for two reasons.  First, mama and daddy thought t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear readers,

I am filing my roving report late for two reasons.  First, mama and daddy thought their sightseeing and antiquing trips were more important than helping me with my diary.  Secondly, I was prevented from filing my reports by an overloaded wifi service.  When mama finally said she would file my reports for me, she diddled around checking her e-mail and catching up with our group mail at Catster.  Finally, about the time she was ready to file my reports, it was 6 p.m.  Apparently every single camper who needed the wifi connection had arrived back at the KOA and was trying to access the system.  One minute we were connected, and the next minute it dumped us.  Finally mama gave up.  I begged and begged her to keep trying, but she said it was no use, so we ate dinner and then went strollering.

I have decided to file my reports day by day to keep them shorter.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mancat</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688427</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 18:41:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/688427</guid>
		<description>I am very excited; I am almost an official mancat.  My very first birthday is September 1!  I asked  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am very excited; I am almost an official mancat.  My very first birthday is September 1!  I asked for a little blue sportscar, and I think daddy might get it for me.  Mama is not so sure.  She told me not to get my hopes up too high.

Even if I don't get my own car, I have a daddy who adores me and spoils me rotten, and I have a mama who loves me so much she writes me bad poems.  I have a kinda cute little sister to play with and beat up on, and I have all the toys and food and love I could ever want.  Maybe that is the best present of all for your first birthday and all the ones that come after; love and a forever home.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Poem for Gunnarr T</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/686931</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 18:41:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/686931</guid>
		<description>Mama wrote a very BAD poem for me last night.  It just popped into her head, so she wrote it down.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama wrote a very BAD poem for me last night.  It just popped into her head, so she wrote it down.

There's a tiger on my bed,
I love him oh so much.
There's a tiger on my bed
I love to touchy-touch.
There's a tiger on my bed,
He's cute as can be.
There's a tiger on my bed.
I sure hope he loves me.

She was gonna make it longer, but I begged her to stop.  This is M-barrassing. I catnot wait for my first birthday so I can be a real mancat.  Then mama catnot call me "cute" anymore. I am counting the days.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Booby Traps and Calming Collar</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/686799</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 19:44:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/686799</guid>
		<description>Geez!  My mama is being SO mean to me.  Just because I jumped up where I'm not supposed to and knock ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Geez!  My mama is being SO mean to me.  Just because I jumped up where I'm not supposed to and knocked over a very spensive, special vase AND just because then I jumped up and ate a bunch of dried wheat from mama's favorite blue pottery pitcher, she has booby trapped both places.  She cleaned up the mess, moved a bunch of little hand-carved wooden birdies (I knew they were not real even though they look real), and put the booby traps right where I have to land when I jump.  I watched her make them.  She was not even sneaky.  She took squares of cardboard about 8 x 11 inches.  Then she carefully cut strips of gray duck tape and covered the whole thing with strips of tape.  Mama put one up before, and she could tell I leaped up because the booby trap was on the floor, and the tape was all squished together.  Ick!  I hate that sticky stuff on my paws.  After mama finished the booby traps and put them in place, she said "Well, Gunnie; that should fix your little red wagon!"  I don't have a red wagon.  In fact, I don't even have a wagon!  What's up with that?

An almost even worse thing happened this evening.  Mama made the Peekster wear her new calming collar. Peekie was not sure she liked it.  We wear harnesses, so we are not used to collars, and the calming collar is like a fat little sausage.  Peekie did OK with the collar, so after about half an hour mama took it off.  Then she turned around and looked at me.  Something told me I should run, but I hesitated just long enough for mama to scoop me up and put the Peekaboo PINK collar on me!  Oh, gosh; it was terrible.  I kept sniffing and backing up trying to get away from the girly smell and all that pink, but it did not work.  Lucky for me, mama took it off and put it away after just a few minutes.  

Booby trapped and pinked all in the same day.  I should pack my little suitcase and run away.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Freedom!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/685881</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 16:27:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/685881</guid>
		<description>Wow!  I got out today when mama was talking to the computer guy.  His name is Mike, and I helped him ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow!  I got out today when mama was talking to the computer guy.  His name is Mike, and I helped him install our new printer.  I am pretty sure he never could have done it without me.  Even Peekie was brave enough to come check him out.  He petted her a couple of times while she was sniffing his cool bag, but I do not think the Peekster knew Mike was petting her, or she would have run away.  Anyway, after the printer was installed and it even worked, Mike was leaving, and mama had the door open.  I innocently (well sort of) wandered out the door, onto the deck, and down off the deck, and nobuddy even noticed. Pretty soon mama saw me strolling down the flagstone path.  She almost leaped over Mike to come after me.  I was kinda scared; I have never been outside before.  Mama kneeled down and called me, and I trotted right back to her. I hate to admit it, but her arms wrapped real tight around me made me feel safer.  I got special snuggles and loves for being such a good boy. My great adventure is over for today.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I've Been Tagged</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/685472</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 7 Aug 2010 19:25:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/685472</guid>
		<description>Several kitties have tagged me lately, but I haven't been allowed to scamper around Catster much, so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Several kitties have tagged me lately, but I haven't been allowed to scamper around Catster much, so I am late playing the game.  Here are my answers:

1. do you ever wake your parent up in the night?
I've started biting my mama's toes under the covers...HARD!  She yells when she wakes up.

2. do you ever tear up things?
The only thing I ever tear up is my own toys, and I'm allowed.  I play rrrrrrroooooouuuuuuggggggghhhhh with my stuff!

3. what is your favorite treat?
I love chicken pill pockets and malt hairball goop.  I got hooked on the pill pockets when I was sick.  They gave them to me at the animal hospital, and I love them so much mama decided to use them as a "training aid."  I let her think she is training me just so I can get the treats.

4. can you fetch something when asked to do so?  
In my mama's dreams... ;)

5. have you ever lived any place other than where you live now?
I had a real nice foster family before I adopted my mama.  I slept with the little boy.  My foster family was the best!  They took really good care of me until I found mama.

I am not tagging anykitty; probably everykitty but me has already played.   Feel free to play if you haven't.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fire in the Night</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/685467</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 7 Aug 2010 19:06:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/685467</guid>
		<description>Mama had to work today, so we all went to bed early last night.  We all woke up later to something m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama had to work today, so we all went to bed early last night.  We all woke up later to something mama said sounded like a gunshot.  Then there were several more, but they weren't quite as loud.  A couple of minutes later, we heard sirens.  We live in the country, and nokitty in our neighborhood ever ignores a siren because it might be a fire truck.  Mama decided she should get up and investigate.  Just then the phone rang.  It was our grampster.  He shouted to mama there was a fire.  Mama jumped out of bed real fast, and it scared me and the Peekster.  When mama opened the back door, we could see a house on the hill behind us was on fire.  REALLY on fire.  The fire was huge, and we could hear it.  It sounded like a monster, roaring and crackling really, REALLY loud.  I guess it was a monster because it ate the house.  It was very scary because there was smoke and flames and sirens all at the same time.  Looky-loos drove up our driveway to watch the fire, but mama told them to go away.  

Mama and grampster were very sad because one of our good neighbors lost her home and everything in it.  Mama said we were lucky that it rained really, really hard a few hours before.  That kept the fire from coming down the hill and through the pasture.  Our grampster mows out back just in case there is a grass fire.  This morning mama found little pieces of the burned house in our yard.  One good thing; we found out the lady is OK, and the fire fighter who went to the hospital for smoke inhalation is OK too.  

Peekie and I were very, very happy when mama came back inside and we all went to bed.  We listened to all the commotion for awhile; the sirens as trucks went back and forth for more water, the sound of the fire, the sound of the fire fighting equipment working, and then the ominous sound of a building collapsing.  Finally we fell asleep.  This morning where mama used to see the roof line of the house on the hill, there is only a burned pine tree and some dangling wires off a power pole.  Goodbye, house.  We will miss you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>First Road Trip</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/684145</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Jul 2010 18:24:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/684145</guid>
		<description>Hey, everykitty.  We are back!  I'm happy to report I was a very good boy.  I will tell you about my ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, everykitty.  We are back!  I'm happy to report I was a very good boy.  I will tell you about my baby sister, Peekie later.  

Monday morning mama and daddy put me and Peekie in our carriers.  Then they tied our medicine bags on and strapped our carriers into daddy's big noisy truck.  This is the same truck that needs new front brakes now, but that is NOT my fault.  It is what you call "sheer coincidence."  

we headed for our vacation in Helena, Montana.  Peekie meowered some, and mama kept telling us how much further it was.  It seemed like it took a long time to get there, but mama and daddy said it was a short trip.

When we got to the campsterground, daddy started working outside getting all our cool modern conveniences hooked up while mama got me and the Peekster into the trailer and our of our carriers. Then mama rearranged the furniture and made the campster all nice and comfy inside.

Member when the couch ate me?  Well, it kept doing it.  Monday afternoon mama and daddy walked over to the office, and when they came back, I did not greet them at the door.  Mama was instantly suspicious.  She looked behind the couch, and there I was with big eyes.  Mama and daddy had to take the front panel off the couch, and then mama had to get down on her belly and coax me from under the couch.  I was kinda scared and wanted out, but I was afraid mama was mad, and I didn't want to come to her.  After that, mama and daddy decided to make the couch down into a bed and leave it that way.  It worked out perfect because the Peekster and I can still get down behind the couch and get all dusty, but we can get back out too.  Peekie and I did a really, really good job of putting little dusty pawprints all over the couch cover.  Now you know why mama covers the couch. ;)

Everything was doing along just fine until Wednesday morning.  Mama and daddy were trying to get into their old-fashioned clothes to ride the tour train and tour the original governor's mansion when I started erping up.  Mama was very, very worried about me.  She was real proud when I started getting into the potty every time I felt sick.  The SpotBot never had to come out.  Finally I erped up a piece of our kitty teaser, a little strip of shiny foil stuff.  Mama was happy to see something bad come up so I would be OK. The bad news is we catnot play with our teaser unsupervised.

Peekie and I got to go stroller riding three different times.  There is a bike and jogging trail that runs right past the campsterground.  First we just strolled around the campsterground, but later we got to go out on the trail.  Daddy took us over a bridge over a big irrigation ditch.  It was exciting!  The water was real noisy, and it was white!

Before we knew it, it was time to quit chasing each other around the campster and come home.  I was good, but Peekie earned her Indian name, "Howling Woof."  I tried not to giggle when the Peekster rolled onto her back and started howling like a little wolf.  Mama and daddy stopped to make sure we were both OK, didn't need to potty or eat. After that they tried to ignore Howling Woof.  It was not easy because she was close and LOUD.

Now mama says Peekie has to work on her traveling manners.  We are going to Billings in about three weeks, and it is about three times as far as Helena.  Maybe I should order some earplugs?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My BAD</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/681416</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 15:24:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Jeepers, I did not realize how long it's been since I've been to Catster.  Bad mama!  Lots of things ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, I did not realize how long it's been since I've been to Catster.  Bad mama!  Lots of things have been happening here.  Daddy was working on the campster trailer, mama was working, and then we celebrated the fourth of July.  Mama and daddy had fireworks and ate steaks out on the deck.  Peekie and I did not get to go out because mama and daddy said they did not have time to watch us.  BOO!!!!!  We had to watch the festivities from our bay window.  The good new is neither the Peekster nor I are afraid of fireworks.  We get really big booms out here in the country, so mama said it was a good test.

Right after the fourth of July I got sick.  I started throwing up and didn't want to eat.  I wouldn't tell mama and daddy, but I couldn't go potty.  It was too embarrassing, so I kept pretending I was OK. 

When we went for our test drive in daddy's big noisy truck, daddy was drivering along, and we were all enjoying the scenery.  All of a sudden I let out a yowl that almost made daddy drive off the road.  Mama didn't want to scare daddy while we were on our little road trip, but when we got home, mama told daddy she thought my yowlering sounded like a pain yowl, not a complainy yowl because I never yowl when we are drivering.

The next morning I had to spend a few hours at the hospital.  It is too embarrassing to say what they did to me, but I felt better when I got home.  Mama and Peekie were both so glad to see me, that is until mama caught me scooting my butt on the carpet in the hall.  Out came the Spot Bot right after I got my first butt wash.  Mama had some nice kitty shampoo she got for my older sister, Missy Mups.  It is very soothing on kitty skin.

I didn't know what mama was up to because I've never had my butt washed before.  Before I knew it, mama was wetting my butt and tail.  Then she started shampooing me.  I protested but not too loud because I didn't like my butt the way it was any more than mama did.  

When my mini-bath was finished, mama tried to towel dry my tail and butt, but I wanted down, so she let me go after a few feeble efforts at dryering me.  I stalked off with as much dignity as I could muster (not much) and started drying my own fur.  The good news is once I was dry, I liked the results of my bath.  My butt wasn't stinky or greasy anymore.  My fur was beautiful and fluffy again, and I smelled nice. I still don't trust that Spot Bot, though.

Now mama is getting the campster ready for our trip.  The Peekster and I hope we can check in and do some diary entries using the laptop.  

Mama practiced folding our stroller up today.  The lady in the video can do it with one hand, but mama's version is much more entertaining.  Peekie and I tried to give mama heart failure by running around and under the stroller while she was trying to fold it up and then put it back up.  We did not quite achieve our goal, but we came close.  Maybe that is a good thing; who would feed us?

Thanks to our friends who gave us gifts for the fourth of July.  We know we will be late, but we hope mama can get p-mail thank-you's out before we leave on our vacation.  We are sorry we didn't get to scamper around Catster to give out more American flags for the fourth of July.  At least we did not run out of zealies just when we needed them most!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Campster Hijinks</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/678299</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Jun 2010 19:48:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/678299</guid>
		<description>Today mama decided Peekie and I should have our first campster lesson.  We will be going to Helena i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today mama decided Peekie and I should have our first campster lesson.  We will be going to Helena in July for a few days.  We will be riding in daddy's big noisy truck in our specially constructed kitty carrier bench complete with ratcheted nylon strap seabelts.  I have no clue what that means, but daddy does, and he says it is good.

Mama put a potty in the campster, and then she put both me and Peekie into the same carrier.  I could have told her we would be too heavy.  I was good, but the Peekster kept dancing around in the carrier and making it jump around.  Mama said her arm almost fell off before we got to the campster.

Mama let us out of the carrier to explore.  She didn't want us to think it was scary, so she sat on the couch and started listening to an audio book and pretended not to spy on me and Peekie.

Later mama went to the bedroom and relaxed on the bed.  I think she wanted us to come with her, but it was too exciting in other parts.  I found the potty in the teensy tiny bathroom and tried it out.  It worked just like our other one.  Way cool; I can pee in the campster!

What happened next is kind of embarrassing.  Ummmmm; I was on the back of the couch.  I'm not really sure just what happened.  I can't remember if I thought I should explore behind the couch or if I slipped, but down I went behind the couch.  There is a wall at one end and the refrigerator at the other end.  I waited for awhile to see if mama would help me.  When she did not, I hollered loud and strong like a man cat.  "Hey, I need some help here.  This vicious campster couch ate me.  Heeeeeelllllppppp!" Finally mama came and looked behind the couch.  "Oh, Gunnie, how the heck did you do that?" she said.  "Nevermind, just get me out of here, mama," I said.  Mama got my scruff and tried to pull me up, but I am such a man cat now I would not fit through the hole.  

I heard the door opening, and then it was very, very. very quiet. "Maaaaammmmmaaaa, do not leave me here!" I hollered. Silence. It seemed like forever before mama came back.  Grampster was with her.  They kept trying to plan my rescue while I hollered (in a man cat way, of course) for help.  Finally my old but strong grampster held the couch up while mama climbed on it, got me by my scruff, and pulled me out.  I was not scared, but I let mama hold and kiss me anyway just to make her feel better.  Mamas need to do this.  When mama let me go, I stalked part way down the hall and flopped down like nothing happened.  

Mama went back to listening to her book.  Pretty soon she heard another noise.  She came into the living room and found me, but Peekie was missing.  She looked in all the dark places and hidey holes where the Peekster would be likely to go.  Then as a last resort, mama climbed onto the couch and looked behind.  Yeppers, there was the Peekster.  I gotta say, she was pretty brave.  She was not even crying.  Maybe she was TOO scared to cry.  Peekie is lucky; she is small enough it only took mama three tries to get her scruff and pull her up through the hole.  I think she might be missing a teensy bit of fur, but she is not complaining.  

After the second rescue within half an hour, mama went back to listening to her book and hoped against hope that we would behave.  We did.  The Peekster laid on the couch.  Yes, the same one that tried to eat us both. As for me, I preferred the floor.  Safer, you know.  I guess not everything that could go wrong did, just most of it.  ;)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not Much Fun Anymore</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/677510</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 11:13:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/677510</guid>
		<description>We have been trying to ride out the Catster storm, but lately we are noticing lots of kitties and th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have been trying to ride out the Catster storm, but lately we are noticing lots of kitties and their parents are really cranky, almost everybody including us is complaining about the crummy Catster changes, some kitties have left, others are hardly coming here anymore, Catster is not doing much about some of the worstest things that almost everykitty hates, and now their stupid balls and mousies are on our purrsonal pages. 

We keep reading in forums and diaries that promises have been made, but they are not being kept.  The stupid white looks like they forgot to finish what they were doing, and it hurts our eyes.  I may have to wear my Doggles just to read.  The dumb pet toys should not be on our purrsonal pages.  We did not put them there, and we do not want them there!  The way text is spaced out on the pages, sometimes mama catnot even tell which diary title belongs to which kitty.  This new Catster is just sucky!

Like lots of other kitties and their parents, we are beginning to think Catster is not much fun anymore. Mama says a basic rule of bizziness is "listen to your customers."  Maybe the top cat needs his ears cleaned?  Peekie and I would be glad to help.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doggles!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/677418</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 19:14:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/677418</guid>
		<description>I got Doggles, I got Doggles!  They are way cool with smoked lenses to protect my eyes, AND they hav ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got Doggles, I got Doggles!  They are way cool with smoked lenses to protect my eyes, AND they have flames on the sides just like my...errrr...ummmm "our" stroller.  Unfortunately, they are too large.  It is pretty embarrassing to need the "toy" size, but mama says she will exchange them.  My eyes are kind of sensitive, and I get all squinty in bright light.  I didn't mind TOO much when mama put the Doggles on.  She could see they were too big, so she didn't adjust the straps, but she says just maybe I will wear them when we can get the right size.  I will be the stylinest kitty in my neighborhood.  

Peekie's new larger harness (Peekie says it's for when she grows big enough to kick my butt; like that's ever gonna happen) came with my Doggles. Mama showed the new Peekaboo pink harness to grampster, and he said, "Now THAT'S pink!"  Mama told grampster God forbid Peekie or I ever get lost, but she wants people to be able to see from far, far away that we are beloved lost kitties and not strays.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Farewell, Computer</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/677225</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 15:20:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/677225</guid>
		<description>This morning mama unhooked all the cool pluggie things from the computer tower.  I tried to jump up  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning mama unhooked all the cool pluggie things from the computer tower.  I tried to jump up to see what she was doing, but I missed and slid off the desk.  Mama was not so nice when she told me I was not to do that again...so I didn't.  I waited until she got the big heavy box to put the tower in.  It was kind of high, but I jumped in anyway.  Mama took me out and told me no! (that is a bad, bad word).  Mama turned the box on its side so she could slide the tower in.  Then she wrestled some more with the tower.  When mama tried to slide the tower into the box, guess where I was?  Yeppers; I was in the box again.  That earned me a time-out in the bathroom where I cried piteously to make mama feel as guilty as possible.  I was so happy when mama let me out, but then she got her purse and one of my favorite toys (her Blackberry) and left!

When the computer comes back, mama says it will be all better, and we have new stuff to hook up to it.  I catnot wait.  Hmmmm...wonder if I can help with that too.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Blackberry</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/676749</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 20:43:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/676749</guid>
		<description>I was bad...again.  The other evening mama left her Blackberry on her work desk.  I was napstering o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was bad...again.  The other evening mama left her Blackberry on her work desk.  I was napstering on her work chair.  I like to sleep on the chair whenever mama is not working.  Later mama walked past the office door and saw something out of the corner of her eye.  It was her Blackberry on the floor.  It didn't take mama long to figure out what happened.

See, mama knows that I love to listen to the answering machine.  When somebuddy calls our house, I run to the answering machine and try to see who is talking.  First the message comes on.  Sometimes after that, I get to hear my grampster's voice.  I paw and paw at the answering machine trying to make grampster come out of it and play with me.

Anyway, mama picked up her Blackberry to see if it was OK, and she saw she had a missed call.  I will never tell, but mama is right with her guess about what happened.  The Blackberry started doodling its music, and I started to paw at it hoping it was grampster or daddy calling us.  I could not help it that the phone is slippery, and it took a high dive off the desk.  

Klemy Q-Tip says that should teach my mama to put things away, and it is my job to remind her.  I sure wish mama thought the same thing.

The good news is all I got was a dirty look.  ;)  Did this sperience teach me not to play with mama's phone?  Course not. I will just try to be far, far away when she discovers it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Virus</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/675401</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Jun 2010 19:17:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/675401</guid>
		<description>We are sad and may not come to Catster as much anymore.  The last time we were here, our desktop com ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are sad and may not come to Catster as much anymore.  The last time we were here, our desktop computer was infected with a rogue antivirus program which can't be removed.  Mama is using the laptop for now while uncle Gary rebuilds our desktop computer with Windows 7.  Our computer has to travel all the way to Nevada so uncle can fix it. 

Either the same day or the next day our cousin cats got the very same virus after my auntie clicked on a picture in a contest.  Fat Ollie was checking out the competition, and now auntie's computer must be rebuilt too.  We don't know; maybe somebody is mad at Catster, but it just makes us sad.  

For now, we will check in every few days, answer pawmails, and write in our diaries.  Mama says we can't click on anymore links or save any pictures or gifts.  We will try to be more careful in the future so we can keep coming back.  We love all our friends so very much; we don't want to say goodby.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Purrs for Nemo</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/674796</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 May 2010 19:42:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/674796</guid>
		<description>Hey everbuddy.  We have a special friend.  His name is Nemo.  He is sick and needs our purrs.  Can y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey everbuddy.  We have a special friend.  His name is <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/249660">Nemo</a>.  He is sick and needs our purrs.  Can you help us?  

PUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/249660">Nemo</a>.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daily Diary Pick</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/674778</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 May 2010 18:50:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/674778</guid>
		<description>Thank you, dear Catster diary lady, for making my diary one of the daily picks on May 30, 2010.  Som ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank you, dear Catster diary lady, for making my diary one of the daily picks on May 30, 2010.  Someday I hope to become a famous kitty writer, but I will probably never be as good as my hero, Jasper.  He is the most fabulous kitty writer I know! Mama says practice makes perfect, so I will keep pawing in my diary.

Thanks to Luke, Gleek, Tate, the family of Sammie, Kiki, and Ember, and Adam Dylan and the gang of furs for their congratulations on my daily diary pick.

Hey, Peekie; now we are even.  ;)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Food Fight!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/674776</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 May 2010 18:44:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/674776</guid>
		<description>Jeepers, thanks to all our wonderful Catster friends for the picnic food.  Peekie and I have stuffed ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, thanks to all our wonderful Catster friends for the picnic food.  Peekie and I have stuffed ourselves, and then ummmmmm, we ate some more!  Finally, we were so full we could only waddle, so we asked mama to pack up the leftovers and take them to some less fortunate kits and pups at the local animal shelter.  Boy, did they have a feast on this Memorial Day.  

Thank you so much for your generosity and all the wonderful thoughts and wishes that came with it.  We appreciate our friends more than you can ever know.  Special thanks to the Bush furs for the beautiful patriotic memorial butterfly.  It was so beautiful it brought a tear to mama's eye.  

We were not around much, but we hope everybuddy had a wonderful Memorial Day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Name Change</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/674102</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 28 May 2010 10:10:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/674102</guid>
		<description>So many kitties have said they don't enjoy having their mama or daddy greeted when they come to Cats ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So many kitties have said they don't enjoy having their mama or daddy greeted when they come to Catster.  We forget just who it was, but some smart kitty changed his or her mama's name.  Mama thought that was a really great idea, so her new name is GT, MM, and Peekie. Now we feel special again when we come to Catster!  

Hey, GT, MM, and Peekie!  Could you put more food in the dish, please?  ;)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Strolling</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/673999</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 May 2010 18:00:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/673999</guid>
		<description>Yesterday mama and I took the Peekster for her second outdoor stroller ride. Mama thinks Peekie is r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday mama and I took the Peekster for her second outdoor stroller ride. Mama thinks Peekie is real brave.  Maaaayyyybe, but mostly she knows I, Gunnarr the Warrior, big brother extraordinnaire, will protect her from all the scary monsters outside.  Yesterday mama introduced us to grampster's lawn tractor.  Why do all the machines growl so loud?  It was growling and growling and eating the poor grass down real short.  Mama stopped the stroller and let Peekie and me watch the tractor eat grass.  I have to admit, it WAS kind of interesting.  

When we went for a stroll down the road, we saw two big long yellow school buses.  They went whooshing by.  The most exciting thing was when the two huge white dump trucks were heading right for us.  I said to the Peekster, "Be brave, Peekie; don't let them know you're afraid."  At the last minute mama pulled the stroller off into a driverway so the big trucks could pass.  VRRRROOOOOOMMMMMMM went the first truck.  VROOOOMMMMMM went the second truck. They were LOUD.  

Mama says we must learn to be very, very brave so we can travel with her and daddy this summer.  I am kind of hoping there won't be any giant dump trucks roaring through the KOA campground while we are on vacation.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Growing Up</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/672286</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 May 2010 11:09:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/672286</guid>
		<description>Peekie and I are growing up fast.  We are both in training for strollering and travelering with mama ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Peekie and I are growing up fast.  We are both in training for strollering and travelering with mama and daddy this summer.  Peekie started her harness training the other evening.  She gets the little red kitten harness.  She thought it was kind of strange, but after a few tries at biting the tail and rolling around hoping it would fall off, she forgot all about having the harness on.  Don't tell her I said this, but she looks fabulous in red!

Meanwhile, I graduated to the big boy harness with a matching leash.  It was my uncle Trampas', then Missy Mups', and now it is mine.  I don't mind because it is kind of a tradition, plus it looks brand new.  It is kind of turquoise, and there is an angel pin hooked to the harness.  After mama tried it on me last night and decided I was big enough to wear it, she hooked my Home Again metal tag with my name on the back to it.  Now I am getting used to jingles when I run around the house.  

Peekie will get a Peekaboo pink harness and matching leash for when she grows up big like me.  Mama found two more angel pins, so Peekie will get an angel pin on her harness too.  Mama says you catnot have too much protection.

Peekie and I have been hanging out in the stroller together, and mama has given us rides together in the stroller around the house.  I am brave in the stroller, and mama and daddy can take me for rides down on the road.  Mama doesn't think Peekie is ready for that, so she will get separate rides around the yard, or we will both stroller around the yard until the Peekster is comfortable riding in the stroller.  Then we will go closer and closer to the road so she can get used to the cars and trucks with dawgs in the back whizzing by.

In July we will get to practice everything we've learned because we are going to Helena, Montana, for a few days.  Gee, I'd better remind daddy to check the air conditionering in the trailer.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Grass Monster</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/671630</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:42:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/671630</guid>
		<description>This afternoon mama went outside.  She left the bay window in the dining room open.  She said someth ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This afternoon mama went outside.  She left the bay window in the dining room open.  She said something about "desensitizing" me and Peekie to loud noises and something about "part of our training."  I do not know what desensitizing means, but mama was loud!  First she had a little thing that whined like a skeeto.  She went all around the edge of the yard with it and around the house and deck.  

After mama ate dinner, she went outside again.  This time she had a grass monster.  It was roaring and roaring all the time.  It jumped on the grass, and after it passed, the grass was all eaten down short.  After the monster ate the grass, mama emptied its tummy (yuck!) into a wheelbarrow and took the tummy grass away.

Peekie and I were very brave.  We sat in the window and watched mama to make sure the grass monster did not eat her too.  It was important to make sure mama was OK because if the grass monster ate her, we would not have any dinner!

When mama finally came inside for the evening, she checked her e-mail.  That darned Peekie is a daily diary pick for the third time in less than a week.  This is not fair.  Is it because she is so little and cute?  Is it because the diary lady likes the name Peekaboo?  I was little and cute, and I only got picked twice.  I think it is because the Peekster told the diary lady that she is a princess instead of the pipsqueak she really is.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Magic Wand</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/670060</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 May 2010 18:50:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/670060</guid>
		<description>I have a toy.  It is a very special toy.  It is a magic wand.  My magic wand is about 15 inches long ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a toy.  It is a very special toy.  It is a magic wand.  My magic wand is about 15 inches long.  It is black plastic.  Hooked to the end of my wand is a felt ribbon about 5 1/2 feet long.  It is all colors of the rainbow.  I love my toy.  I play with the ribbon.  I can even tie knots on it, but I will not let mama see me doing it or tell her how I do it.  Lately I have been carrying my magic wand all around the house.  Sometimes I carry it by the wand and sometimes I bring it through the house dragging the wand by the ribbon.  This evening mama was sitting at the dining room table eating and looking at the mail.  The Peekster and I were loose in the whole house.  Suddenly mama heard a terrible noise.  It sounded like a moose was loose in our house.  Mama started to jump up from the table to see what was happening when I came racing into the dining room with my wand dragging behind.  I was running very fast, and I had the ribbon in my teeth.  The wand was flying around behind me, banging off the walls and the front door and the breakfast bar in the kitchen.  Mama did not even want to know what else it had been banging off as I raced through the living room. I managed to stop in the dining room, and I was so tired I left my magic wand and the beautiful rainbow colored felt ribbon all lonesome on the floor.  He is magic, so I know he will be good as new next time I need some magic.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mama's Helper</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/670056</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 May 2010 18:42:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/670056</guid>
		<description>I am mama's helper.  I helped clean the bedroom this evening.  Peekie tried to help too, but she is  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am mama's helper.  I helped clean the bedroom this evening.  Peekie tried to help too, but she is not very good at it.  I helped mama wash the sheets and then make the bed with clean sheets.  When mama tried to strip the sheets off, I helped by getting all tangled up in the sheets and the blanket and quilt.  While the sheets were in the wash, the Peekster and I leaped up and down and raced back and forth on the bed.  When mama tried to remake the bed, I helped by leaping onto the bed.  Mama went ahead and spread the sheet right over me, but I just laid there, a giant lump under the sheet.  Mama pulled the sheet back and picked me up and put me down, but before she could turn around, I leaped back onto the bed.  Mama kept putting me down and telling me no, but I am such a good helper, I would not take no for an answer.  I wanted to help, and help I did.  Sometimes Peekie and I tag-teamed mama.  While she was putting me down, Peekie jumped up onto the bed. Then mama would put Peekie down and turn around, and I was back on the bed.  I am WAY better at helping because Peekie got tired and quit, but I would never quit trying to help mama.  Finally, after lots and lots of tries, the sheets were on and the blanket was on.  Mama spread the quilt back up and turned around to get the "cat sheet" she keeps on top of the quilt.  She says it is "just in case."  I do not know in case of what, but mama says it is important.  When mama turned around, there I was all sprawled out on the newly made bed with a big smile on my face.  I know mama couldn't have done it without my help.  Well, OK, maybe Peekie helped just a smidge, but I am mama's helper.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Favor</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/668918</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 05:46:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/668918</guid>
		<description>I gotta ask a favor of all our Catster friends.  My baby sister, Peekie is supposed to come home fro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I gotta ask a favor of all our Catster friends.  My baby sister, Peekie is supposed to come home from the hospital this evening.   Some of our friends have already signed Peekie's guestbook, but I would like more kitties to sign.  You wouldn't have to say anything about her getting fixed or anything, just regular greetings.  Heck, you don't have to be on our friends list neether, but if you aren't and would like to be friends with us, we would like that a lot! If anykitty would do this for me, I would be most grateful, and I think it would make the pipsqueak Peekster feel real important.  After all, what are big brothers for?

Hope, hope. I will have my baby sister here to snuggle with tonight.  I have been lonely.  Nobuddy to play with, nobuddy to chase, and nobuddy to gobble chow with.  Sigh...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Best Friends Animal Hospital, aka Unkl Mike's Place</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/668885</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 19:43:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/668885</guid>
		<description>On Saturday Peekie had a pointment with Unkl Mike to get her booster shots.  Mama decided to make it ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ On Saturday Peekie had a pointment with Unkl Mike to get her booster shots.  Mama decided to make it a real adventure.  She left daddy at the gun show cuz he was working.  She came home and got out both carriers.  When it was time to go, she put me and Peekie each into a carrier.  I got the big new one because I am the big brother.  Mama put both carriers into the back seat with our carrier doors facing each other.  I complained a coupla times just so she knew I thought we should be home playing instead of riding in the car.  Peekie mostly watched me.  Mama was hoping the Peekster would see I wasn't scared and think it was OK.  She has this silly idea that Peekie will learn the good stuff from me.  She will, but she will also learn any naughtiness I know how to do too.  

When we got to Unkl's Best Friends Animal Hospital, mama got me out and put me on the sidewalk.  Then she got Peekie and put her carrier so she could see me.  Then she got the car doors closed and locked and got her purse.  Then she picked up a carrier in each hand and got us to the front door.  Mama had a plan; put one carrier down, get the door open, put the one carrier inside, put it down, and then get the second one and get everybuddy inside.  Some lady saw mama coming with us and ran to open the door.  Mama said "Thanks.  I had a plan, but this is BETTER!

When we got into a room, mama let me out of my carrier.  I was wearing my red harness and leash, and she let me go pretty much wherever I wanted.  Serena came in to find out how Peekie was doing, and she was surprised to see me.  Mama said "last time Mike asked where Gunnarr was, so this is all his fault."  Serena petted me, and I rubbed around her legs while she was working on the computer.  Then I found some tiny yummy thing on the floor and Serena said "Gunnarr, what are you eating?  No wonder you get an upset tummy!"  Mama told her we don't have anything on our floor at home, so I have to come to Unkl's to eat yuck off the floor and get sick.  

After I explored the whole room and smelled all the smells and nibbled on any yuck I could find on the floor, I got kinda tired.  Mama says I am a dog in cat fur because I am not afraid at Unkl's.  Unkl says I have a dog heart because my heart rate is so slow when I am at Best Friends. I flopped down on the floor, rolled around, stretched, and then almost fell asleep there until Unkl Mike came in to give Peekie her shotter.

When Unkl Mike came in, mama put me on the exam counter and opened the door to Peekie's carrier.  She saw I wasn't afraid and came right out.  For being so brave, Peekie got a shotter in her butt.  I didn't laugh because I remember it wasn't fun getting those shotters.  

I lounged on the bench while mama and Unkl talked about "fixing" the Peekster.  After all that fun, I really didn't want to come home too bad, but mama packed us both back into our carriers.  Unkl carried my carrier for mama, and we got into the car and came home.  For me it was a really fun adventure.  For Peekie, not so much.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Lonely Day</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/668821</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 14:23:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/668821</guid>
		<description>My baby sister, Peekie, went to get &quot;fixed&quot; today.  Whatever was broken will be good as new.  At lea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My baby sister, Peekie, went to get "fixed" today.  Whatever was broken will be good as new.  At least that's what mama says.  Peekie was being extra cute the last couple of days.  Mama and daddy let us sleep with them for the very first time this weekend.  I always got to sleep with mama and daddy, but Peekie and I were too wild, or at least mama and daddy thought so.  We were kinda wild the first night, but then we figured it out; we were supposed to sleep just like mama and daddy do in the night.  Mama said Peekie was much more affectionate and calmer.  I think Peekie was just trying to make sure mama and daddy felt REALLY bad about leaving her with unkl Mike.  I LOVE unkl Mike, but Peekie gets scared real easy.  Mama had tears in her eyes when daddy took Peekie in the new carrier and left in the big noisy truck.  Daddy called later to say Peekie was safe with unkl.  Then several hours later Dawn from Best Friends called to say Peekie had all her broken stuff fixed, and she was just waking up.  It made mama feel better to know it was all over, and Peekie made it through.  I could have told her that; the Peekster is much tougher than she looks.

I was confused and lonely.  With nobuddy to play with and keep me awake, I slept most of the day in my red cube.  Usually Peekie and I play really wild in it, slapping each other and leaping into it onto each other and even making it tumble over and over across the room.  It was a really boring day.

Mama says Peekie is coming home tomorrow afternoon, but she can't play for awhile.  I don't get it.  She was broken and now she's fixed, but she STILL can't play?  Sheesh...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh, BOO!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/667191</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 16:11:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Now I am getting a case of colitis too!  Mama asked Dr. (Unkl) Mike if he thought I could get it fro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now I am getting a case of colitis too!  Mama asked Dr. (Unkl) Mike if he thought I could get it from Peekie, and he said he did not think it was infectious.  Maybe it is just coincidence; the stress and all of getting a baby sister and trying to show her who is boss all the time.  

Anyway, I am not feeling so great.  I erpped up this morning, and my poo is kind of yucky too. Mama stole a dose of Peekie's medsins for me, and she will do it again this evening.  Tomorrow I will probably have to take a trip to Best Friends unless they will just give mama some medsins for me.  Unkl Mike is gone until Tuesday, but all the other vets are ladies!  Maybe I should meet these nice lady vets.  Ya think?

The medsins are yucky but not as bad as being sick.  I got colitis not long after I came to live with mama, probably stress, and after the yucky medsins I have been really healthy until now.  

The worst part is now I catnot laugh at Peekie having to take her yucky medsins. Oh, boo!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Pipsqueak is Back</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/666657</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 15:52:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>The pipsqueak came home last evening.  Mama and grampster left in the big red truck, and when mama c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The pipsqueak came home last evening.  Mama and grampster left in the big red truck, and when mama came home, Peekie was in the carrier.  I was a real gentleman.  Peekie had been gone all day, but I didn't growl or hiss at her.  Mama opened the carrier, and Peekie was really happy to see me.  She gave me a kitty kiss and made that funny "mmmmrrrr, mmmmrrrr" sound she makes when she is talking to me.  I let her eat and drink, and then we played a little bit.  Later mama said she was really tired, so we got a rare treat.  Mama watched TV, and we got to watch too.  Mama looked over to see what we were doing, and Peekie and I were on the ottoman together just watching TV and relaxing.  Later I thought Peekie was dirty, so I gave her a nice little bath.  Mama said I was a REALLY good boy.

Now the Peekster has to take some medsins for awhile, so she will not get her spay and chip until next month.  I am glad it is Peekie taking the medsins.  She did not like the medsins very much this morning.  She told me later the medsins tasted HORBL!!!!!  After mama gave Peekie the medsins, she sighed and said "One dose down, only 15 to go."  Hmmmmm...I wonder if I could sell tickets for the next medsin performance.  My allowance is not big enough, and I could use some extra $$$.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Freedom!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/666205</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Apr 2010 18:58:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Peekie and I have been freed!  Well, Peekie has been freed, but it is more fun for me too.  Mama cat ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Peekie and I have been freed!  Well, Peekie has been freed, but it is more fun for me too.  Mama catnot keep Peekie confined; she leaps all the barriers while I politely sit and cry for somebody to open them so I can go to the other side.  Mama finally gave up (who says humans can't be trained?) and let me and Peekie have the run of the house except for a couple of rooms.  That sneaky baby sister of mine can run like a cheetah, and she can jump and turn and hide behind stuff.  She is getting old enough she can get away from me most of the time, but I have been being nicer the last couple of days since we have more room to run around.  We have surprised mama with how good we've been.  We run and play, and then we relax.  Mama is happy because she can actually do something besides referee the "kits," as she calls us.

Today grampster was burning some things, so mama gave him some papers she meant to shred.  Later Peekie got in the bottom part of the shredder.  It has a little plastic window in the front.  The Peekster was looking out at me through the tiny window.  We played for awhile.  She hid inside, and I kept reaching in and batting at her head. It was kinda fun...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Sister is Broken</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/665880</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Apr 2010 21:13:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I knew there was something funny about my new baby sister.  She is broken! Mama took her to see Unkl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I knew there was something funny about my new baby sister.  She is broken! Mama took her to see Unkl Mike today, and he is going to fix her on Wednedsday.  I will get all day Wednesday, Wednesday night, and all day Thursday with mama all alone;  nobody to steal my attention OR try to take my toys.  Mama says Peekie is coming home Thursday afternoon, and I have to be nice to her.  I wonder why?  I am not usually that nice to her...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Peekie and the Coke Box</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/665352</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Apr 2010 19:59:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I have to tell about my silly baby sister.  Mama and daddy buy Coca Cola in 12-packs.  Mama decided  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have to tell about my silly baby sister.  Mama and daddy buy Coca Cola in 12-packs.  Mama decided to give me and Peekie the Coke box to play with.  Peekie climbed right in.  She can get all the way inside.  I can get inside to my haunches.  Then I get stuck and have to back out.  Peekie likes to dive in real fast, especially if somebody throws a ball or toy inside the box.  Last night Peekie decided to make the hand-holder thingie bigger.  She tore off both pieces that you punch to carry the box.  This evening we were playing.  Mama doesn't know what happened exactly, but she turned around, and Peekie had her head through the hole. I was just minding my own bizziness and trying not to giggle out loud. Peekie  was getting pretty mad because the box would not let go of her.  Mama started to get up to help Peekie, but she jumped and shook real hard, and the Coke box flew off her head and landed on the floor with a plop.  Peekie looked real surprised because she could see again.  I could not come out from under the table for awhile so mama and Peekie would not see me laughing.  Silly baby sister; I never did anything like that when I was a kitten.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Peekaboo!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/664984</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Apr 2010 20:11:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>My baby sister finally got her page.  She says she is the Peekaboo Princess.  I do not think she is  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My baby sister finally got her page.  She says she is the Peekaboo Princess.  I do not think she is a rodent anymore, but she is not a princess, just a little squirt.  I have to keep holding her down and making her squirm to prove to her she is not really a princess, just a pipsqueak.

Her page is a work in progress, but mama is working on it bit by bit, and I am helping.  If you are "curious cats" (and who isn't), you could check out her page.  Nobody has signed her guestbook yet because mama just made it.  I hope all my friends will love my baby sister.  I think I do...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Met the Real Easter Bunny!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/663171</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 20:01:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Today mama and daddy packed me and my stroller up in the car and headed for Petco to meet the real E ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today mama and daddy packed me and my stroller up in the car and headed for Petco to meet the real Easter Bunny.  When we got to Petco, daddy got out my stroller, and mama put me in.  They zipped me up tight, and away we went across the parking lot.  When we got inside, we found aunt Leslie, who is the founder of the Pet Paw-See.  Aunt Leslie said I had gotten really big since she last saw me. Mama and daddy asked where the Easter Bunny was. A nice lady took me and mama and daddy to the Easter Bunny.  He was REALLY big and white.  He had white ears, but the insides were pink.  A lady with a camera was there, along with my aunt Debi, another Pet Paw-See foster mom.  Mama got me out of the stroller.  Then she used a soft brush to brush my fur so I looked just perfect for my picture with the Easter Bunny. Then mama handed me to the Easter Bunny.  Oh, his arms were strong, and his paws were very furry. They took four pictures of me with the bunny.   Then before I knew it, mama was beside the bunny taking me into her arms.  I went back into my stroller, and then we went over and looked at my pictures on the computer.  Mama ordered a CD with all my pictures on it. I do not know how long it will take to get the CD, but maybe I will have my pictures with the Easter bunny for our Easter stroll at Friendship Circle.  I have met the Easter Bunny, and he is awesome!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Baby Sister is Here!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/662414</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 15:49:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>My baby sister is here, my baby sister is here!  

I'm not sure if I like her.  Well, I think I li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My baby sister is here, my baby sister is here!  

I'm not sure if I like her.  Well, I think I like her, but she is scary.  She is very small and WAY too cute, and I am not sure if she is another kitty or some sort of rodent.  

Grampster carried MY carrier into the house with this little "thing" inside.  Grampster set the carrier on the floor.  I went into the lowest crouch, kind of melted into the carpet.  Then a hissing sound came out of me.  I didn't even realize I was doing it.  Mama was shocked.  She thought the little rodent would be scared of her baby mancat.  

Mama went and got some kitten chow and water and put it into my play house.  Mama calls it a portable kennel, but it used to be my play house.  Mama put my baby sister rodent inside.  Mama started calling her this name, "Peekaboo," and telling her what a good girl she is.  Mama sat and watched us for a while.  I kept circling around the play house trying to see the rodent sister better.  She kept turning so she could watch me.  

Mama went and got some of my favorite chickie treats.  At first I would sit up and take the chickie treats, but later I was so interested in trying to see the rodent sister that I left the treats uneaten.  The rodent sister sat up and put her paws on the mesh and tried to play with me!  Oooh, that was very scary, and I had to back up.  Then the rodent sister had the nerve to completely ignore me, the baby mancat, and start playing with a rabbit fur mousie in my play house!  

I am not hissing anymore, and the rodent sister and I have touched noses a bunch of times.  I think she wants to play with me, so I have been talking to her using my little soft voice that I use when I play with my toys.

I dunno; maybe she is not so bad after all. I guess only time will tell.  For now, mama says we catnot be together alone, probably because the rodent sister might beat me up.  I sure hope she turns out to be nice...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Finally...My Thank You's</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/662041</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 21 Mar 2010 17:27:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Mama promised she would help me with my thank-yous from being Diary of the Day on March 12.  Finally ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama promised she would help me with my thank-yous from being Diary of the Day on March 12.  Finally, mama...

A trophy from the family of KARMA KITTY, CHARLIE CLARENCE, PUNKIN POOH , BOBBI BOI.

A trophy from the family of Fred (In loving Memory), Tyson, Tazi Moto, Mai Ming and more!   

A crown from Lil' Muppet, Nakita, Sampson, Chico & Family. 

An  emerald from the family of Wally Forever Loved &#9829;, Alfie ~The Lovebug Angel, &#9829;Teddy Bearz&#9829;, Sweet Angel Sydney Rose&hearts. Thanks for the kimi inside too!

An emerald from the family of Zack Beloved Angel (1995-2009), Harry&#9829;Handsome Angel, Riley&#9829;Forever Loved, Jack&#9829; and more.

A blue ribbon from Ishtar.

A blue ribbon from Alfie.

A blue ribbon from the family of &#9829; Tony &#9829;, &#9829; Anna &#9829;, &#9829; Greystone &#9829;, &#9829; Sammy &#9829; and more!  

A shamrock from the family of friskie, homer, homer, KIBBLES and more.

An anonymous blue ribbon.  Thanks! whoever you are.

A juicy shrimp from the family of Andre, N'bikay and Gnomey.

Leprechaun hat from the family of Luke, Tully, Sammy and Natasha.

A blue ribbon from the family of Edgar, Emily Felicity, Gabrielle 5/1985 - 1/1996 and Lucinda (in Memoriam).

A blue ribbon from Baby Girl.

A shamrock from the family of &#9829;Riley&#9829; and &#9829;Skippy&#9829;.

A shamrock from the family of Mea - Angel, Mikki, Miko, Milo and more.

A shamrock from the family of Jaffa Rafferty, Lulu O'Soc and Rustle Rafferty.

A shamrock from Biggles.

A red heart from Tasha.

A blue ribbon from DA TABBIES O TROUT TOWNE.

A blue ribbon from O'rion the Lion.

A shamrock from Elise.

A blue ribbon from Nemo.

A shamrock from Mr. Sam - At the Bridge.

A blue ribbon from the family of Kitty Pryde, Indiana and Angel Marley.

A shamrock from Gimli.

A shamrock from Athena.

A leprechaun hat from the family of Teebo and Callie.

A shamrock from the family of Adam Dylan, Eve Layla, Puddin Keket, Puff Amenti and more!  

A blue ribbon from Margo, R.K.N.

A blue ribbon from Apollo and Tinkerbell.

A red heart from the family of &#9829;Simon&#9829; and Reuben (An angel now).  

I hope we did not leave anybuddy out; mama and I were kinda overwhelmed with everykitty and pup's generosity.  Thank you all very, very much!  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Our Apologies</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/660819</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 05:46:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>My mama and I are so very sorry we haven't gotten our thank-you's into a diary entry.  Yesterday mam ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My mama and I are so very sorry we haven't gotten our thank-you's into a diary entry.  Yesterday mama started.  She was writing things down and making links.  Then as she was switching back and forth (she had three tabs open), she accidentally clicked on the wrong thing, and all her hard work was gone.  I TOLD her she should have been saving it as a draft, but NOOOO; mama knew better than me.  I am  not a quitter, but my mama decided to give up for the day.  I PROMISE mama will do a diary entry soon, but it may not even be this week.  

This week our town, Great Falls, Montana, becomes the Western art capital of the world.  There are a bunch of art shows and art and antique auctions.  Mama always takes time off, and my daddy comes for several days to go out and look at art and visit with friends they only see once a year.  That means I will be in my room all day, and I am one of those deprived Americats who does not have a computer in his room. Heck, I do not even have a TV in my room.  :(

I just want you to know I love each and every one of you.  Boy kittens can say that, can't they?  You are all special in your very own way just like me!

As my sister, Missy Mups used to say, "Cats rule, dogs drool."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Very First Stroller Ride</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/660760</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 17:44:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Boy, I am having an exciting weekend!  Mama took me outside for my very first stroller ride today.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Boy, I am having an exciting weekend!  Mama took me outside for my very first stroller ride today.  I have been riding around in the house and playing in and on my stroller ever since grampster brought it to our house.  I tried to climb in while it was still folded up!

It was so nice and sunshiny that mama could not wait any longer.  She had to put me in my room to take the stroller outside.  She catnot move it without me leaping in.  Then mama came back inside and got me and took me out to the stroller.  I heard a Ziiiiiipppp! and away we went.  We strolled up and down our driverway, over to grampster's house, out in his front yard, then back around the house and into grampster's back yard.  While we were in the front yard, I was very curious about those big noisy things that kept going by on the road.  I did my best meerkat impression trying to get the best look at them.  After we left grampster's yard we strolled back down our driverway and over into the lot in front of our house.  That is where grampster keeps the campstering trailer that Peekaboo and I will get to live in when we travel with mama and daddy.  It was so exciting.  There was fresh air and birdie sounds and all kinds of things to look at.  After about 15 or 20 minutes, mama decided that was long enough for my first stroll, so we had to come home.  Mama got me out of my stroller and put me inside the house.  Mama said I seemed to maybe like outside a little TOO much.  I had to go to my room while mama got the stroller back inside.  Mama catnot wait for summer so we can store the stroller in the campstering trailer instead of in our house.  I catnot wait to go strollering with my baby sister.  I will teach her to love strollering.  I think I just might become an honest-to-goodness super stroller!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Baby Mancat Getting Baby Sister</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/660710</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 12:50:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, it is official.  I am getting a baby sister.  Her name is Petunia now, but mama is naming her  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, it is official.  I am getting a baby sister.  Her name is Petunia now, but mama is naming her Peekaboo after a little cartoon kitty.  Mama never liked the cartoon, but she loved the kitten in it.

Mama is kind of nervous; she is not sure exactly what will happen when I meet my baby sister for the first time.  That cool popup CAT kennel mama and daddy bought will be Peekaboo's office during the day with breaks to come out and play with mama.  That way my new baby sister and I can see each other and get used to each other's scent, but I guess I will not get to box her over-sized ears quite yet.  ;)

Mama says if Peekaboo gets too stressed out, she will get breaks where it is quiet, but because she was semiferal (I do not know what that is), she needs to be where she can see and smell mama and daddy when he is here so she gets used to more people than just her foster mama where she has been staying.  

Yesterday they gave mama a kitten-sized fleece blankie to hold Petunia.  When mama came home, she wondered what I would think about the scent of another kitty, so she put the blankie down on the floor.  I ran over and sniffed it all over, exploring all the smells on it.  Then I rubbed my face on it and rolled on the blankie and even bit at it playfully.  Mama thought that was a good reaction, so everywhere we went in the house last night, mama brought the blankie with us.  Last night she put the blankie on the bed, and I slept on it for part of the night.  Mama is hoping this is a good sign that Petunia, aka Peekaboo, and I will become friends fast.

Mama could not help comparing Petunia with my big sister, Missy Mups, but mama knows that there was only one Missy Mups, and my new sister will be beautiful and special in her own way.  We just need to be patient and let her become part of our family.

Oh boy, oh boy!  I catnot wait.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Speechless!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/660372</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 14:26:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Wow, my mama is speechless.  This morning she decided to check her e-mail before we started working. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow, my mama is speechless.  This morning she decided to check her e-mail before we started working.  Messages from Catster were popping  into mama's inbox like popcorn.  What the? mama said.  Then she saw the message that said "Gunnarr T is Catster's Featured Diary of the Day."  OMC!  I didn't get very excited about this until mama showed me my page.  Then I started scampering all around the room.  I was doing my first happy kitty dance.

My page has all kinds of presents and messages from the kind kitties in Catsterland.  Some kitties are my friends, and some I don't really know, but they are all wishing me a happy day.

Thank you, Catster, for bestowing this honor on a little kitten!

I sincerely wanna thank everykitty who sent me p-mails and presents.  I love you all.  It will take a little while for mama to get my formal thank-yous sent, but we will be working on it.  I asked mama if I could do a special diary entry too with everykitty's name in it, and she said yes, so stay tuned...

Now I think my special day is about to be marred by some overtime.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>St. Patrick's Day Game</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/660182</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Mar 2010 15:06:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I have been tagged by two of my friends, Kibbles, and White Tail, to play the St. Patrick's Day tag  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been tagged by two of my friends, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/750290">Kibbles</a>, and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/1064571">White Tail</a>, to play the St. Patrick's Day tag game.

ST. PATRICKS TAG GAME

Q. Are you Irish?
A.  No, I guess I'm Norsk, at least my name is.

Q. Do you and/or your family celebrate St. Patrick's Day?
A. Not really, but mama should.  She had an Irish great grandma.  I guess that would make her my great-great grammie.

Q.  How?
A. I could play with a green mousie.  Usually nobuddy sees mama, so she does not wear green on purpose. 

Q. Will you wear Green? 
A.  No. 

Q.  What will you wear? 
A.  I don't wear anything except my kitten harness, and it is red.

Q. Do you like Corned Beef and Cabbage?
A. I might but mama doesn't, so I don't see that in my future. I'm  mostly a kibble eater.

Q. Do you believe in leprechauns?
A. Yes, doesn't everykitty?

Q. Why?
A. Because I believe in magic!

Q. What would you like to find at the end of the rainbow?
A. I would like to find that pot of gold so mama and daddy wouldn't have to work anymore.  Then they could stay home and play with me all the time.

P.S. I'm sorry mama does not have time to find kitties to tag, but if you are reading this, consider yourself tagged!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tag!  I'm It</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/660179</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Mar 2010 14:39:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>A Day in the Life of Gunnarr T, Warrior Kitten

My friend, Charlie, tagged me for this game.

Mo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A Day in the Life of Gunnarr T, Warrior Kitten

My friend, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/1000246">Charlie</a>, tagged me for this game.

Morning:
Wake up five minutes before mama's alarm goes off.  Start leaping on things just in case the alarm does not go off.  When the alarm rings, wait for mama to lift up the covers.  Get under the covers and snuggle against mama for a few more minutes OR if not feeling like an undercover kitty, walk over to mama's pillow and calmly make myself comfy on her head.  If she moves her head at all, make sure I take up more of the pillow so she has only a corner.

Head to the bathroom with mama.  Help her wash her face and comb her hair, then head to the kitchen for some breakfast. Have some yummy kitten chow with a splash of salmon oil.  YUM!  Disappear while mama is eating breakfast and make her wonder where I am and what I'm up to.  Hide when mama heads for her office so she can't put up the barrier that takes away my freedom.  Wait until mama goes into the office, then burst in, race around the room, and run back out.  Tear down the hall, leap onto the little velvet chair, and land on the bed.  Settle onto mama's pillow and watch the world go by outside the window.  Nap.  Wake up and join mama again in the office.  Find a fly.  Cry.  Chase the fly.  Leap on things.  Wreak havoc.   Run under and around the furniture.  Race out when mama yells at me.  Repeat several times during the morning.

Afternoon:
More of the same.  Make regular visits to the office where mama is desperately trying to work.  Chase any bug that moves, chew on the ribbons on mama's teddy bears on the day bed, chase more flies, leap on the printer and knock it sideways.  Stare at the ceiling so long mama looks too trying to see what I'm looking at.  Gotcha mama!  I was just staring to see if you would look.  Look pathetic so mama will stop working and hold and rock and kiss me.  Squirm as soon as she picks me up and leave the office.  Wait three minutes and come back.  Look pathetic again.  

Evening:
Go to Catster as soon as mama is finished working.  Check p-mail, send thank-yous for presents, write diary entry, and check in at Friendship Circle.  Leave office finally.  It's been a long day.  Have dinner with mama.  Race around the house, come running full speed, and leap into bay window.  Make sure antique hanging leaded glass thingie rattles and swings.  Listen to mama yell "Gunnarr, NO!"  Jump down.  Hide under the table.  Wait until mama is reading the newsy paper, then claw way up to top of stroller.  Look scared and abused when mama lifts me down.  Have a snack.  Leave the room so mama wonders (does this sound familiar?) where I am and what I'm doing.  Push answering machine button with a paw and either play messages or outgoing announcement.  Try to knock phone on floor.  Leave kitty pawprints on glass tabletop in the living room.  Sneak back into dining room where mama is still reading the newsypaper and leap back onto top of stroller again.  When mama is finished with the mail and newsy paper, do stroller/clicker training.  Act like I don't get it because then we have to do it again and again and I get more treats.  Get ride in stroller through the house.  Not as good as going outside, but it is cold and muddy out there.  Play games with mama; "Chase the Ball" (but don't bring it back) and "Cue the Jumping Kitten."  Watch mama wave the kitty teaser back and forth.  Time it, then leap about three feet into the air.  Do a back flip while in the air and come down wonky.  Impress mama by leaping three feet into the air several times.  Flop down and look exhausted.  Play laser light with mama.   Chase the laser until really exhausted.  Help mama get ready for bed.  Snuggle with mama on the big bed. Zzzzzzz...

We do not have time to tag other kitties, so if you are reading this, feel free to join in the game!  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh, Mom</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/660177</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Mar 2010 14:15:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>My mama is calling me something I do not like.  It is her new name for me, and I hate it.  She calls ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My mama is calling me something I do not like.  It is her new name for me, and I hate it.  She calls me "Baby Mancat."  I am six months old, and I do not want to be called baby anything.  I'm a big boy now, and I think mama does not respect my grownupness.  

Today she called me her baby mancat, and I stalked off with all the dignity I could muster.  I was pouting, but then mama came and picked me up.  She held me like a baby.  I looked away and refused to purr.  Then mama leaned down and kissed my cheek very softlyand rubbed her face against mine. Then she laid her face against mine and just held it there and and started to rock me.  

OK, I guess maybe I am her baby mancat because I started to purr, and I snuggled my face against mama's face.  I gotta tell ya; sometimes my mama can almost hypnotize me when she holds and rocks me.  I could have stayed in mama's arms all day letting her stroke my face and rock me, but mama had to go back to work.  Maybe I can wait awhile before I am completely grown up.  OK, mama, we can kiss and snuggle, and you can rock me.  Just don't let anybuddy see us doing it, OK?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Bad Habit</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/659964</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 14:48:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Mama says I drive her crazy because I discover something, and I do it over and over and over.  It is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama says I drive her crazy because I discover something, and I do it over and over and over.  It is a battle of wills which one of us will wear out first.  So far, mama has not given up very many times.  

First it was playing in the sheer scarfy things on the dining room windows.  I would get behind the scarfy stuff and bite it and play with it.  Sometimes I would get a toy and play with it in the curtains.  Mama yelled at me so many times I thought my name was "Gunnarr No." I finally got tired of that game.

Next I decided to jump up on the table with the doll house on it.  Mama was not pleased when she would look up and see me with my head and one paw inside the tiny porch.  I might not have given up that fun, but I got too big to fit anymore.  Sigh...

Answering machines; oh how I love the answering machines.  We have two, one for when mama is working and a regular one.  Whenever somebuddy calls and leaves a message especially if it is my grampster, I run to the machine.  Now I have learned how to play the messages and how to turn the machines off.  Unfortunately for mama, I have not learned how to turn them back on.

Then there was the little matter of the high leaps onto the armoire in the living room.  It is more than 5 feet tall, and I feel really grown up and sneaky when I am up there.  I gave that up when mama put duct tape on some cardboard and put it on the seat and top of the phone table that I was using as a springboard.  Boo!

I was watching a birdie one day.  It flew across, and I needed to look out a different window, so I leaped up onto the miniature cabin in the dining room.  My grampster made it for mama out of real logs.  Mama says it is a good thing grampster built it, or it would be a pile of kindling now.  :)  I love sitting on the roof and playing panther.  Know what?  My big sister, Missy Mups, did the very same thing when she was a kitten, and I saw the pictures.  So, you see; I am not so naughty after all.

My newest obsession is using the front step on my new stroller to leap up on top.  I think it is a good place to nap.  Mama wants me to love my new stroller, and I do.  I know it is mine.  Mama does not want to do anything that would make me afraid of the stroller or think there is something bad about the stroller.  She has been coming over very calmly and picking me up and holding me and kissing me, but then she puts me down or inside the stroller.  Mama tried to tell me it is dangerous to nap on the stroller because I might fall off and hurt myself.  Mama also said the stroller instructions said not to put "anything" on top of the stroller, and mama says I am "anything."  Mama, I don't care. I want to play and nap on top of my stroller!  

Sooo, if you see a blue stroller with a flag patch, tiger heads on either side, rainbow flames on either side, and a "this side up" patch on the top with a squished in roof, you will know it is me, Gunnarr T, Warrior Kitten!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Stuff</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/659526</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Mar 2010 14:39:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday I pouted because mama and daddy left me in my room and went to town.  It seemed like they  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday I pouted because mama and daddy left me in my room and went to town.  It seemed like they were gone FOREVER, but when they came home, they held and loved and kissed and petted me while I purred and squirmed with joy.  Mama said I sounded like I might explode.  I was so happy I stretched out REAL long and rolled around on the floor purring when they first came in the door.  

Mama and daddy had packages, and mama was carrying a new pet carrier!  The pet carrier I inherited was so old I think dinosaurs rode inside before me.  Mama is working on getting me a new BABY SISTER!!!!!, and she said we will need two carriers when we travel with mama and daddy.  Mama said to daddy "I don't want to buy a new carrier until I'm sure we're getting the new kitten; I just want to look."  Mama got sticker shock when they looked at the pet taxis.  Then they found a carrier the right size, and it had a big SALE sign in front of it.  It was a $70 carrier on sale with a PALS card for half price!  Mama decided it was too good to pass up, and there was only one left.  Daddy got it down off the high shelf, and mama said "what's that brown stuff on the top?"  Daddy said "it's bird poop.  Haven't you noticed the birds flying around in here?"  First mama said "no."  Then she said "yuck."  Then she said, "oh well, for $35 I can wash the bird poop off."  

Ooh, I hope I get the new carrier and they put the pipsqueak in the old carrier.  She won't know any better, so it won't matter to her.  I loved the new carrier so much I was trying to climb in, but the door was closed.  Finally daddy opened the door so I could get inside and give it a good sniff.  Yeppers; new carrier smell.  Ahhhh; it was wonderful.  My picture and name are on the old carrier, but maybe I can use my teeth and get them off and use my paw to stick them on the new carrier.  Do you think mama and daddy would notice?

I do hope they decide to bring the pipsqueak home to be my baby sister.  If you want to see her, check out <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Catster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.petpaw-see.com/gallery/Kittens/Petunia_Friend">Petunia</a>.

There was another bag, and daddy opened it up and took something out and started unfolding it.  It went "sproink" and popped up.  It is a pop-up DAWG kennel.  Daddy said it is made of something called "nylon" and spring steel.  The back doesn't have a window, but the sides have big meshy, see through windows, and the door is a meshy thing that zips shut.  Mama said the pipsqueak (if they bring her home) and I can go out on the deck when mama and daddy are barbecuing and eating outside this summer.  My big sister, Missy Mups, would sit in her chair like the princess she was, but mama does not trust me.  Even the yellowjackets catnot sting us because the mesh is too small.  The kennel was under $20, and mama loves it because it only weighs a few ounces.  It can get squished into a tiny package again for storage.  

I played in the new CAT kennel to break it in.  I jumped on top of it once.  Mama and daddy were having dinner.  They heard a noise, and mama said "Well, Gunnarr jumped on the kennel."  They came to look and there was a pawprint still in the top.  They went back to their dinner and heard an even louder noise.  When they came back in to check on me, I had squished half of the kennel to the floor, and I was laying on top to make sure it did not get away.  Mama says the best part about being owned by me is I make her laugh out loud every single day.  When mama and daddy finished laughing at me, mama carefully picked me up because they thought the kennel might sproink back out.  No, I did a really good job.  It was down for the count, and mama had to pop it back up again.  After that I decided to play inside.  I have to admit it was more fun.  Mama threw some toys inside, and I played with a mousie and enjoyed the view out my new windows.  I think I'm gonna like summer.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Less Flies and More Friendship Circle</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/658808</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Mar 2010 14:28:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>It was an even more boring day today.  We only had one fly that mama killed and another one who scap ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was an even more boring day today.  We only had one fly that mama killed and another one who scaped somehow.  I never even got to play with them.

Instead I gnawed on the roof of an old birdhouse that is very special to mama.  It is SO special she never put it out.  It is old and weathered and has bark on it.  Mama said it went through some hard times at a cabin up in the mountains, and a special friend of my grampster's gave it to her.  Why didn't she tell me before I put a bunch of tooth marks on the roof?  One of my nicknames is "Rodent," and that is why.  Anyway, I am KINDA sorry I did it but not TOO sorry.

After mama finished working, I went to Friendship Circle and played the games.  Then I made up a new game.  I will not tell what it is; the Friendship Circle kitties must discover it.  I made it up my very own self, and I hope it will be fun.  Thanks to the kitties who have stopped by to play the games I started.

We are having a Friendship Circle St. Paddy's Day Stroll.  Any member of Friendship Circle can put their "wearing of the green" photo in the stroll on our group page.  Feel free to post your pictures, and we will leave the stroll up at least until after St. Patrick's Day and our first group party.  Check out our group page for a full description of the event.  I will give you a hint; Chef Rooster + salmon.

Did anybuddy notice the cool new Uncatster green background on our page?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Boring Day AND Some Games for Friendship Circle</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/658631</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Mar 2010 14:43:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I thought it was a boring day.  There were only two flies in the office today.  I chased em both.  I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I thought it was a boring day.  There were only two flies in the office today.  I chased em both.  I cried real pitifully when one fly was on the ceiling, and I could not reach him.  Later the fly started smashing himself against the screen trying to go outside.  I tried to help him get smashed more with my paw, but he was too fast.  Mama calls me reckless, and she was beginning to wonder how she would move the big heavy daybed if I leaped at the fly and slid down between the daybed and the wall and got stuck.  Me...stuck!  Puleeeeez, mama.  

I am happy to announce that although I slipped a BUNCH of times while chasering that darned fly, I am too big to fit between the daybed and the wall.  I guess I am all grown up now.

Because it was a boring day, I went to Friendship Circle and started two game threads.  They are easy games to play, and if you meow and no other kitties are there, you can post and then come back later or the next day to see how the game is going.  We have more ideas, but it will take awhile to get everything going.  My mama wishes she could spend more time at Catster (me too!), but sometimes it is not possible.  

We know everykitty is busy these days, but please stop by now and then, add something to the games, and see what else we have in store.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Calling all Friendship Circle Kitties</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/658420</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Mar 2010 17:00:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, kitties of Friendship Circle.  The admins of Friendship Circle want to make the group more fun  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, kitties of Friendship Circle.  The admins of Friendship Circle want to make the group more fun so kitties will come more often.  If we had some contests and games to play, would you come to the group more often?  I have some ideas, but they are a secret for right now.  If you think contests, games,and parties  are a good idea, please paw-mail me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Flames and Flies</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/658396</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Mar 2010 14:59:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I have been driving mama nuts.  Whenever there is a fly in the office, I race from window to window  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been driving mama nuts.  Whenever there is a fly in the office, I race from window to window chasing the hapless fly who enters MY domain!  If the fly gets on the ceiling, I sit and cry and cry and make that funny little quiet quacking sound like my cousin, Merry.  I shake all over, and my whiskers tremble, and I sound so plaintive mama feels sorry for me.  She says it sounds like my little heart is breaking. Mama does not like it when I start leaping on things, anything and everything, heedless of precious spensive things.  Nothing matters but the fly.  I just have to have the fly.  It is my destiny to catch that fly!  Last night I got stuck chasing a fly, and mama had to do what she called "extricating" me from a tight spot.  I could not go up or forward, to either side, or back either.  I really didn't even care because I had that fly cornered, and I was NOT gonna let him get away.  Finally I got the fly out and was pouncing on him while he was trying to walk on the carpet.  See, I wore him down so he could not go up in the air anymore.  Then my mean old mama got tired of the game.  She walked over and stepped on him.  Mama, how could you!  I ran off and pouted for a while after mama murdered my fly.

Mama and daddy ordered the patches for my stroller on Saturday night.  Mama was very excited about the patches.  Because I am an Americat, mama and daddy chose a waving American flag patch to go on the front of my stroller.  Daddy wanted my Gunnarr Hotrod to have flames on the sides.  Mama found some flames, but they were pretty small.  Daddy took us to E-Bay and found some rainbow flames 7 1/2 inches long.  Oh, gosh; they are fabulous.  Then mama and daddy looked for wild cat  patches.  The panthers were not very cool, and some of the cats looked really  mean.  Mama said I can be a wild cat but not a mean one.  Finally mama and daddy found a tiger face.  The tiger is not being mean, just "regal" according to mama.  I do not know what that means, but the tiger face is really cool.  Mama and daddy got two, one for each side of my stroller.  Then mama found a vintage round red patch that says "This Side Up."  She started laughing and told daddy I needed one of those for the top of my stroller, so daddy got that one too.  

The coolerest thing is my flames got to daddy's house yesterday.  Mama could not believe it.  Daddy had to come down for some supplies for a job he is doing up north, and he brought my flame patches.  Ooh, kitties; they are so wonderful.  I am so excited.  Mama and daddy held the flames up against my stroller, and they are SO cool.  The flame patches are almost as exciting as a fly.  I catnot wait for spring to go strollering around in my new stroller with the cool patches.  Mama and daddy looked at license plates too, but daddy thinks they are too small, so he is going to make me a license plate and make some sort of thingie to fit on the front step so everykitty and everybody else will see who I am, Gunnarr T, Americat, when I come strollering along.

P.S. Mama put some new pictures of me with my stroller on my Catster page last night.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a Weekend!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/658197</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Mar 2010 15:12:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>My daddy showed up on Friday afternoon, and I had to stay in my room while mama and daddy went to to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My daddy showed up on Friday afternoon, and I had to stay in my room while mama and daddy went to town.

Saturday morning we got up and had some breakfast.  Then daddy and grampster started doing "something" in our bathroom, and I had to go to my larger room, which is mama's bedroom.  I had my toys and potty and food and water and everything, but I wanted to be a man-cat and help daddy and grampster.  Mama was so nervous about what she called the "demo" that she went into her office and started working to make extra money just in case daddy and grampster broke something they were not supposed to.  There was lots of pounding coming from the bathroom.  I could hear doors opening and closing and daddy and grampster talking. I tried and tried to get out of my room to see what was happening, but the door was "up tight," and I could not escape.  

When somebody finally let me out of my room there were cool tools everywhere.  There was a big bucket with pockets on the outside, and almost every single pocket had something in it.  I stood on my hind legs and snooped around inside the bucket.  There was a huge wrench.  It looked fun, but it was too heavy, and I could not lift it. I hopped inside to take a really good look at everything, and daddy and grampster laughed at me.  Imagine that.  I was pretty serious about using the tools.

When I scampered into the bathroom, there was a new sink and top on the cabinet.  It was real pretty, but it smelled kinda funny.  After a while I got bored and went off to play with something else.  

Saturday afternoon mama put me in my carrier, and she and daddy took me to see Dr. Mike.  Mama had noticed that my left eye reflects light different than my right one, and she was worried about what it could mean.  Dr. Mike says I have a cyst in my eye.  It is not growing any larger, but it is not going away neither.  It does not affect my vision, and Dr. Mike said mostly they do not cause any harm.  A kitty opthalmologist comes to the Best Friends Animal Hospital about three or four times a year, and Dr. Mike said maybe Dr. Roberts can look at my eye next time he comes to town.  I think it might be fun.  Dr. Roberts has a mobile kitty cat eye van that he drives around to different towns.  Hey, maybe I could even go in my stroller!  That would be pretty cool.

Sunday daddy finished up something he called "plumbing" in the bathroom while mama was glued to the TV watching the hockey game.  She could not believe that daddy wasn't very interested.  Congratulations to our Canadian friends for a very, very exciting and fast-paced game.  Of course, mama felt bad that the USA lost the game, but everybody played really hard and made it exciting, and mama said there is no shame in a silver medal.  

Today it is really nice here, almost 60 degrees.  The sky is blue, and the sun is shining.  Our snow is melting, melting, melting, but the ground is still frozen, so there is mud everywhere.  If it was not for the mud, I might get to try my new stroller out, but mama says it is not a mud wagon.

Speaking of my stroller, mama and daddy catnot wheel my stroller around the house without me in it.  When I see somebody go to my stroller, I run as fast as I can and jump in to make sure I don't miss a ride, even if it is very short.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh, Canada</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/657553</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 05:35:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/657553</guid>
		<description>I wanna congratulate all my Canadian kitty friends on the Canadian women's hockey team gold medal vi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I wanna congratulate all my Canadian kitty friends on the Canadian women's hockey team gold medal victory last night at the Olympics.  Mama said the game was real exciting, and she cheered AND groaned a lot.  We love our red, white, and blue, but mama said we just got outskated.  Mama said the Canadian goalie was "awsome," and grampster said she was "in the zone" the entire game.  

Now we are waiting to see what happens with the men's teams.  Maybe it will be another USA-Canada matchup for the gold medal.  

GO USA!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sunshine on My Shoulder</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/657028</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 14:50:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/657028</guid>
		<description>First of all, thanks to that nonnamus kitty who keeps giving me treats.  Feel free to snag a few if  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, thanks to that nonnamus kitty who keeps giving me treats.  Feel free to snag a few if you visit my page.  I think I know who this nonnamus treat giver is. It is somekitty who knows the trick for giving lots of treats real fast.  His mama is probably REAL smart too. I think his name starts with an "M" and ends with an "o".  He has a brother whose name starts with a "T." If I am wrong, but the nonnamus treat giver does not fess up, then you will never know for sure if I am wrong or not.

Today was a quiet day.  We are having a mini-chinook, and the snow is slowly starting to melt away.  Pretty soon it will melt down to the ice.  Mama says she hopes we do not have more cold weather or another storm after that happens.  We have been skating on some not-so-thin ice for weeks now.  We had a bad ice storm, and our mergencee room at the hospital had 140 patients the next day; half of them had fallen down on the ice.

This morning I took a long nap on mama's pillow. It was right in front of the window, and there was a sunbeam shining through the window.  I gotta tell ya; it felt SO good on my fur.  I stayed there until the sunbeam left.  

This afternoon I took another long nap in a sunbeam that was coming in the window in the office.  Mama put a little Gunnarr blankie down in the sunbeam.  She said I looked so happy.  Mama said the sunshine made my whiskers sparkle. I guess sunshine is good for everybody, not just people.

When mama was leaving to get the mail, I leaped into my stroller.  I was disappointed because mama did not have a treat, but she gave me a kiss through the mesh on the front of the stroller.  It was not as good as a treat, but it wasn't bad either.  Maybe this evening I will get to stroll around the house.  Mama says for indoors at least my stroller is not much like a sports car; it is more like a semi, and trying to turn it around inside is hard.  Maybe I will have to learn reverse.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fishy Treats</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/656883</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 18:41:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/656883</guid>
		<description>Wow, I thought I had lotsa treats yesterday.  Today I have 300 TREATS!  Wooohooo!!!!!!!!  I would li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow, I thought I had lotsa treats yesterday.  Today I have 300 TREATS!  Wooohooo!!!!!!!!  I would like to sincerely thank my nonnamous donor for all the delishus treats on my page.  Feel free to sample one anytime you visit my Catster page.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Nicknames</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/656817</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 12:30:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/656817</guid>
		<description>Mama says I don't have enough nicknames, so I've been given two more.  Mama's friend, Steve, calls m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama says I don't have enough nicknames, so I've been given two more.  Mama's friend, Steve, calls me the "Pantherator."  I like that one.  It makes me feel sleek and wild(ish).  I am mostly black on my back, and I have both tiger(ish) stripes  on my back, sides, and legs, and leopard(ish) spots on my tummy.  Mama says I look like something wild.

My second new nickname is "Gunnarrator."  I think it makes me sound real dangerous.  In truth, I am; just ask my mama.  She hopes I will get less dangerous as I grow up, but I think I'll keep her guessing...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm in Training</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/656796</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 10:59:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/656796</guid>
		<description>We got my new stroller yesterday afternoon.  Grampster brought it in the house folded up.  I found a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We got my new stroller yesterday afternoon.  Grampster brought it in the house folded up.  I found an open flap and climbed in before mama could set the stroller up and push it into the living room.  

Once the stroller was in the living room, mama got some treats and threw some of my favorite toys into the stroller.  The back was open, and I dived right in after the toys.  Mama started feeding me my favorite treats, making me come out of the stroller and follow her around the house, then go back and jump into the stroller on "command."  She thinks I was obeying her commands; silly mama.  I did jump in and out of the stroller, but it was only a fun game for me.  Then mama started feeding me treats from the front so I would go WAY far into the stroller and look ahead.  After a little while mama took the brake off and started moving the stroller REAL slow with me in it.  I could have told her I would not be afraid.  After all, I like to leap on her steno chair and make it spin around and around until mama says she gets dizzy just watching me.  All the while I just there watching things spin around.  I always knew the world revolved around me.  MOL. I stayed in the stroller even though I was not zipped in.  We went out into the kitchen and turned around real slow.  We did a few trips around the house, and mama fed me more treats.  I had to make mama think I was just a teensy bit nervous to make sure I got plenty of treats.  Mama gave me a rest and then later we did the getting in and out of the stroller again.  This time mama put the back flap down and wheeled me around the house.  I didn't cry or try to get out.  

This morning we did the getting in and out of the stroller for treats again.  Mama was having a hard time getting me to get out of the stroller.  I thought I should stay there, and she could feed me treats all day long.  Today mama put the back flap down like I was zipped into the stroller, and we wheeled around the house at almost a normal walking speed.  I thought it was pretty cool. More treats, mama!  More treats, and I will ride in the stroller all day.  

Later I got my harness on to practice wearing it.  I don't really mind it, but I always think I can't jump when I first get it on.  Mama threw a treat in and got me to jump into my stroller wearing my harness.  She said that was a mistake because later she found me on top of the miniature log cabin my grampster made for mama.  I looked like a giant panther on the roof, and I could see out the window real good.  ;)  Course, mama yelled and made me jump down.  I did it a few more times and got yelled at, but then I got too tired to be naughty anymore.

I helped mama put clean sheets on the bed.  I am VERY good at bed making.  Just ask mama; she will tell you all about it.  

The sticky duck tape is still on the phone table, and I have not tried to leap onto the armoire.  Just in case, mama put a rope basket where the very breakable vase was and put the vase WAY UP HIGH where even I catnot reach it.    I guess you could say I am an interior decorator now too.  I am helping mama find the most pleasing (and safe) arrangement for her stuff.

Hey, how bout that hocky score?  Will we have another miracle on ice?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whoa!  Treats</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/656620</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 12:40:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/656620</guid>
		<description>Jeepers, somekitty gave me a TON of treats!  Whoever you are, THANKS A BUNCHY!   Fishy snacks are on ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, somekitty gave me a TON of treats!  Whoever you are, THANKS A BUNCHY!   Fishy snacks are on me, everybuddy.  :)

I am getting my stroller this afternoon.  Mama is looking at patches and license plates for the stroller, and she is also looking at some doggles for me.  Sometimes I get real squinty in bright sunlight.  Any kitties have doggles?  If so, do you like em?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stroller, Stroller!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/656477</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 16:26:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/656477</guid>
		<description>My stroller got here yesterday, and mama could not wait for daddy to come and put it together, so ma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My stroller got here yesterday, and mama could not wait for daddy to come and put it together, so mama asked my grampster if he would put my stroller together.  Grampster said yes, so he is putting my stroller together today!  Mama checked on his progress this afternoon, and my stroller had two wheels on it already, and grampster said he had not been working on it very long.  I am just SURE my stroller will be finished so mama can bring it home tomorrow after work.  

My grampster is 83, and I think he is the very best grampster in the whole world!  When the weather is bad, he takes me to my doctor appointments, and when he comes to our house he scoops me up and holds me and pets me and calls me his little buddy.

On another subject, mama and I are VERY tired of winter.  We know we have not had the terrible weather like some parts of the country, but we are tired of white.  There is white stuff on the ground, white stuff on the trees, white stuff on the road, white stuff coming out of the sky, and even the sky is white.  We always get snow, but mostly the snow comes, it gets really cold, and then all of a sudden it gets really warm and all the snow goes away.  It is called a chinook.  

This winter the snow just came and stayed here, and we are getting pretty tired of it.  Mama has been clomping around outside in Yak-Trax for months now.  Mama says the preferred color is green.  I am not sure what green looks like, but as long as it is not cold, I think I would like it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Drain Thief</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/655981</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 17:09:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/655981</guid>
		<description>Last night in the middle of the night I could not sleep, so I invited mama to play with me.  She was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night in the middle of the night I could not sleep, so I invited mama to play with me.  She was not very enthusiastic about it, but she did pick me up and hold me for a minute. Then she kissed me and put me in my room.  She walked out and shut the door and locked me in my room!  I wailed a couple of times, but she did not come to let me out, so I took a kitten nap.  Later mama was sort of awake.  She could hear me playing in my room, but she thought I was playing with my toys.  This morning she came into the bathroom and saw a funny-looking thing on the floor. She bent over to inspect it. Then she started laughing.  I sat in the sink and pulled on the drain thingie until I got it loose.  Then I carried it over to the edge of the lav top and threw it off onto the floor.  Later I played with it and batted it around on the floor.  Mama said "Yuck, Gunnie!  I hope there weren't any deadly germs or mold on that."  I just looked at her and pretended I didn't understand.  She was shaking her head when she walked out, and I heard her muttering "What will he think of next?"  That is my secret...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Booby Traps</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/655980</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 17:03:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/655980</guid>
		<description>Mama has booby-trapped the armoire! I never would have thought my mama could be so mean.  I have onl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama has booby-trapped the armoire! I never would have thought my mama could be so mean.  I have only been on the armoire three times, and she is already trying to stop me.  Last night she moved the little phone table that I was using for a springboard.  She moved it way back and thought I couldn't jump that far.  Later she heard a noise and then a big thump as she was walking into the room.  Yeppers, I dived off the top again before she could catch me.  Mama did not say much.  She kind of shook her finger and told me I was naughty.  Then she went and ate some dinner.  Later she was very bizzy finding cardboard.  She went to her little toolbox and got a big roll of silver stuff.  Then she started unrolling the silver stuff and putting pieces onto the cardboard.  When she finished, she put a piece on top of the phone table and laid one on the seat.  I waited until she was not watching, and then I went over and sniffed at them.  It is TAPE!  STICKY, STICKY TAPE!  I thought my mama loved me, but she has booby-trapped my phone table springboard with yucky, sticky tape.  I do not know if I can ever trust her again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kiwees</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/655748</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 15:32:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/655748</guid>
		<description>Last night I didn't get my playtime because mama was trying to get rid of a nasty computer program c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night I didn't get my playtime because mama was trying to get rid of a nasty computer program called "Kiwee Toolbar."  Mama felt bad.  She thought we got it from surfing places looking for toys for my Catster page.  It turned out it came from Webshots.  My mama was hopping mad.  Kiwee is a bad little "aggressive add-on" that does not want to uninstall.  Mama fought with it for four hours using some instructions from my uncle Gary, who built our computer.  Finally Kiwee "appears" to be gone.  I guess last night was not the time for me to learn naughty new tricks.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oops...Busted!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/655745</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 15:26:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/655745</guid>
		<description>Last night mama was fighting with a nasty little unwanted program on our  computer until late.  When ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night mama was fighting with a nasty little unwanted program on our  computer until late.  When she finished, she went to the kitchen to get something to eat.  She heard a noise and came into the living room to find me.  She looked all around the room, but she couldn't find me.  Then some movement caught her eye.  She looked up, and I was on top of the oak armoire that daddy made for our TV.  It is almost six feet tall.  I hopped onto the little old phone table and leaped almost straight up about three feet onto the armoire.  When mama first saw me, I was sitting right next to a very spensive Roseville vase.  Mama walked over real slow and took the vase down.  I looked scared, and she hoped it was because I didn't want to be so high.  She got me down, and then she told me how naughty I was.  She decided to leave the vase somewhere else for the evening.  This morning while mama was eating breakfast she heard a noise.  She came into the living room, but I was too fast for her.  She heard a loud THUMP.  That was me leaping off the top of the armoire.  Mama is worried because there is a huge picture of my sister on an easel up there.  It has glass on it, and she is running out places to put spensive and breakable things where I can't find them.  She is also worried that I will hurt myself  jumping so far while I am still so young.  I think she is planning some mean trick like putting a tape covered piece of cardboard on top of the phone table so I can't use it for a springboard.  Mama says who needs Sodoku to keep your mind sharp when you have a kitten?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Getting a Stroller!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/655557</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 14:30:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/655557</guid>
		<description>I am so excited.  For Valentine's Day mama and daddy decided to buy me a stroller!  They ordered it  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am so excited.  For Valentine's Day mama and daddy decided to buy me a stroller!  They ordered it last evening, and it has already been shipped.  As soon as it gets here and daddy puts it together, mama will start innerducing me to it.  Mama and daddy talked it over, and they both agreed strolling is something they think I would like.  I am not a fraidy cat, and I like to be with mama and daddy as much as possible.  I will be traveling with mama and daddy with the camp trailer when they go on vacation this summer.  They usually stay at a KOA, and every evening after dinner they take a walk around the camperground.  Instead of staying home by myself, I will get to stroll around the camperground and see all the people and other pets, but I will be safe in my stroller.  The new stroller is made to go on grass and gravel too, so mama and daddy can take me just about anywhere.  I am already thinking about places I want to go in my stroller; to see my doctor, to shop at Petco, campering, and to the park.  Mama let me join the Super Strollers group so we can get advice from seasoned kitty strollers.  Mama wants me to LOVE strolling.

Daddy is already planning to put a license plate with my name on it on the stroller,  and he thinks it should have flames on the sides like a hotrod.  I catnot wait to get my stroller and become a "super stroller."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Innerducing...My Cousin Cats!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/654499</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 15:13:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/654499</guid>
		<description>My cousin cats have come to Catsterland!  I am excited.  My cousins live in Nevader. I was packing m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My cousin cats have come to Catsterland!  I am excited.  My cousins live in Nevader. I was packing my little kittycase to go visit when mama told me it was WAY too far to coyote trot to Nevader.  I was sad that I couldn't go to visit but now we can visit and play in Catsterland.

My first cousin is <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/1109200">Angel Cake</a>.  Angel's name was Angel even before she left for the bridge.

My second cousin is <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/1087483">Oliver Pippin</a>.  Ollie was rescued from the desert when he was just a kitten.

My third cousin is <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/1087495">Meredith</a>.  Merry thinks she is a princess.

If you would like to get to know my cousin cats, just send them a friend request.  I am sure they would love to know you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Am A Sneak Thief!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/654496</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 15:05:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/654496</guid>
		<description>Mama has discovered another of my talents.  I am a sneak thief.  I wait until mama is busy, and then ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama has discovered another of my talents.  I am a sneak thief.  I wait until mama is busy, and then I get into things I am not supposed to play with and carry them off.  Mostly they are little things that she would not notice until she finds them on the floor.  First it was the little antique leather hair curler thingies.  She found one on the floor and put them away in a drawer.  Next it was an antique celluloid hairpin.  I should not have played with it and then left it where mama would see it.  Now the hairpin is gone too.  What's a kitten to do?  My toys are OK, but mama and daddy's toys are better.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I've Been Tagged...Again!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/654181</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Feb 2010 14:33:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/654181</guid>
		<description>My good friend, Kibbles, has tagged me for the Valentine game.

1. Do you have a valentine? Yes.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My good friend, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/750290">Kibbles</a>, has tagged me for the Valentine game.

1. Do you have a valentine? Yes.  Her name is <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/1064552">Zoom</a>, and she is a very beautiful kitten.

2. If not, do you wish you did? Is there anyone particular? Or would you rather be single? Why?

3. What's your favorite love song? Who sings it?  Well, Zoom and I are too young for love songs.  We just want to play kitten games together.  

4. What would be a perfect Valentines Day for you?  Well, in my dreams Zoom and I could be together.  We would share something yummy to eat and then play kitten games until we were sooooo tired.  Then we would nap together in a sunbeam.

I am tagging the following four friends.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/249660">Nemo</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/56453">Smudge</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/366645">Teebo</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/758911">Alexander</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am SO Spoiled!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/653970</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Feb 2010 15:13:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/653970</guid>
		<description>My daddy came Friday.  He knew all about the broken lamp, and he was not even mad at me.  Mama and d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My daddy came Friday.  He knew all about the broken lamp, and he was not even mad at me.  Mama and daddy were gone most of Friday evening, so I was kinda pouty.  I thought they should have stayed with me so daddy and I could play games.  I mean how could food be more important than me?  I had plenty of food!

Saturday morning mama and daddy left again.  I pouted all day long.  I thought I was mad at them, but they came home with new toys and salmon oil for me.  Mama wanted some fish oil capsules to keep my coat gorgeous and shiny, so she and daddy went to Petco.  They could not find any  fishy oil capsules, so I got a squirty bottle of salmon oil.  It is so yummy!  Mama was also looking for more kitty teasers like my favorite one.  It has feathers but some little foil stuff that sparkles and gets me all excited when the teaser is waving around.  Mama was very disappointed in the teasers.  They were not very good ones, and the "sticks" were too stiff so they do not get wild action when we play.  Mama said the teasers were not good ones so she started looking at different toys.  Mama knows I love feathers the very best, and she found a toy called Da Fur Thing.  It is a piece of black bunny fur with some catnip in it and feathers sticking out of the top.  Then she found two little toys called Flutter Spout toys.  They look like little fishys, but they have lots of feathers hooked to them.  Mama always inspects the toys to make sure there aren't things that can come off and hurt me, and she likes toys I catnot tear apart right away.  The Da Fur Thing and the Flutter spout toys passed mama's test.  

The Pet Paw-See was doing an adoptathon at Petco, so mama was talking to my aunt Leslie and some other nice ladies.  Mama got the best news.  My last brother found his furrever home!  We had been feeling sad because my brother, Jackson, was living in a cage at Petco trying to find his furrever home, but every time mama and daddy went there, he was still in the cage.  Now he has a real home with people who will love and protect him.

While mama was chattering away with aunt Leslie, daddy leaned against a display, and the toys started talking!    Somebody activated the battery in a Ferret Babble Ball.  Daddy showed it to mama, and she said "You know, Gunnarr always runs to the answering machine when he hears voices.  I think he might like this, and I don't think he'll be afraid of it."  Me...afraid.  Hmpf!  When mama and daddy got home, I had four new toys to play with.

My ferret babble ball says "Meow, meow, meow.  Then it goes "Psst!"  After that it says "Whoops! Here we go again."  The next thing is a birdy going "chirp, chirp, chirp."  After that the ball says "squeak, squeak."  The last thing it says is "Here kitty, kitty, kitty."  The balls rolls real easy, and anytime you make it go, it starts making all the noises.  I keep playing with it and trying to figure out how they got all those people and animals into that tiny little toy.  Mama is real happy that I like the toy, but she is even happier that the battery is replaceable, and she says she thinks I can't break it.  Hmmm... is that a dare?  

Saturday evening I was playing with one of my Flutter Spout toys.  Mama took the second one and hid him so I would not wear them both out.  Daddy noticed I was laying in front of the stove with my paws underneath.  They could see one tiny little piece of feather sticking out.  Mama tried to pull it out, but it would not budge, so she got the yard stick.  Mama got the toy out, but then daddy said "I think there's something else under there."  Daddy started working the yard stick.  Guess how many toys were underneath the stove?  I catnot even count that high yet, but mama said it was about a dozen little mousies of all colors.  Daddy laughed and said "No wonder you have to keep buying more."

Sunday evening mama and daddy and I had a picnic in the living room.  Mama and daddy were eating baked brie in puff pastry and some yummy left over roast chickie.  Unfortunately, I had to take a short break in my room because I would not leave the chickie alone.  Mama and daddy were both eating with one hand and using the other arm to keep me out of the chickie plate. Later mama let me out, and the food was gone.  At first I was disappointed, but then daddy proved that men can multitask.  He was watching the Super Bowl and playing with me and my kitty teaser.  Mama missed a few plays because I leaped into the air right in front of the television.  Mama said some of my plays were the most spectacular of the night.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>But Mom...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/653104</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Feb 2010 14:42:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I have really goned and done it this time.  I have been being so naughty in the office during the da ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have really goned and done it this time.  I have been being so naughty in the office during the day while mama is trying to work, she decided maybe I would be happier and better (not well) behaved if she let me have more freedom.  This morning she left my food and water in my room, but she took some toys from my little blue basket and left them in the living room.  Both my favorite kitty teasers were in the living room, but she brought a few mousies and foam balls into the office in case I came in to visit.  I was pretty excited about being loose in the whole house, but I missed mama and came in to see what she was doing.  She thought it was so cute that I brought in my very favorite, very ratty looking kitty teaser.  It only has a few feathers left because I play real wild with it. It is not easy getting it through small places; sometimes the handle can get in the way.  I played with my teaser for awhile, and mama seemed really happy.  Pretty soon I got bored with the teaser and sat patiently at the door.  Mama opened the door, and I scampered out.  Kitten things, kitten things.  I gotta go do kitten things. Mama was engrossed in her work when she heard the crash.  She came running out of the office and found her favorite early 1920s antique lamp with the beautiful pink shade, fringe, and pull tassel flat on the floor.  But, mama; I just wanted to play with the pull tassel.  It was hanging there all fluffy, and it was teasing me.  All I did was climb on the love seat (no-no) and swat at the pull tassel (no-no).  Then I thought maybe I could get closer, so I stood up on my hind legs and put my front paws on the lamp.  All of a sudden the lamp took off, and it crashed right to the floor all by itself.  People say cheetahs are fast, but I was nowhere to be found when mama got to the lamp.  Mama was NOT happy.  She told me I was bad.  Can you imagine?  Me...Bad.  No, I do not think so.  It was just an accident.  Stuff happens, you know?  Mama took the lamp to grampster.  She did not know if he could fix it, but grampster fixed the lamp, and it is as good as new.  Maybe even better, who knows?

During my loooonnnnnng time-out, I made a list of the naughty things I have learned how to do:

I can open the glass shower doors, hop into the tub, and scamper around.  This means that when the tub is wet, I get all wet.  Then I usually have to use my potty. I catnot help it if the litter sticks to my wet fur.  I am just a kitten.

I have learned how to sit on the trash can in the kitchen and jump up on the counter.  I only do it when mama is not there to see me, but I have been caught a time or two.

I have learned to sit in the middle of the dining room table and gnaw on mama's orchids.

I have learned how to leap into the bay window and set the hanging antique leaded glass dec-ration dancing.  It makes mama scream.  

I have learned how to pick up my water dish in my teeth and tip it upside down.   The water looks so interesting when it's soaking into the carpet.  If I do it in my room, it makes a wonderful puddle on the floor. 

I have learned how to climb up on both computer desk hutches and throw things off the top.  That makes mama scream too.

I have learned how to scoot into any closet door that opens real fast and real sneaky.  Then I wail to be let out because I changed my mind.

I have learned how to make the pictures on the wall swing back and forth.  See, if you can just find something to climb on, you take your paw and bat at the picture until it starts to go back and forth.  It makes a cool noise too, kind of a squirtch, squirtch sound.

I have learned how to knock over vases and how to pull the most funnerest things out from the rest and drag them around the house.  

I have learned how to hop onto the dressing table and dance in mama's perfume bottles if she does not get up early enough.  When she hears the bottles clinking together, she is happy to get up and give me breakfast or...not.  Sometimes I end up in my room.  Then I wail so she feels sorry for me and catnot get back to sleep.

I have learned how to do some good things too, but that is a shorter list.  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Light a Candle for Alfie</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/652708</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Feb 2010 18:00:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Thanks to our friend, Bobcat, for starting a candle page for our dear Alfie.  If you would like to l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks to our friend, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/338395">Bobcat</a>, for starting a candle page for our dear Alfie.  If you would like to light a candle for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/418058">Alfie</a>, here is a link:

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Catster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/candles.cfm?l=eng&gi=Alfie">A Candle for Alfie</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Sad Day in Catsterland</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/652658</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Feb 2010 14:29:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday mama and I were all wrapped up in our problems, which seem pretty minor today.

This mor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday mama and I were all wrapped up in our problems, which seem pretty minor today.

This morning we hoped for a better day, but when we came to Catster. we found out our dear friend, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/pet_page.php?i=418058&j=t">Alfie</a>, crossed the bridge a few days ago after a terrible, tragic accident.  

Alfie was only four.  He had a loving mom, grandpa, and siblings.  We didn't know Alfie very long, but he was kind, generous, and loved his family and friends.  We will miss him SO much.

Please say a prayer for his family.  His mom especially needs our support now.  Please make her feel the magic of Catsterland.

So long, Alfie, until we meet again.  I will never forget you.

Gunnarr T]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh, Boy, Oh Boy</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/652377</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Feb 2010 14:39:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>I have a valentine!  Her name is Zoom, and she is beautiful.

See Zoom's page. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a valentine!  Her name is Zoom, and she is beautiful.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/1064552">See Zoom's page</a>.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>HEY!  Where's My Background?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/652373</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Feb 2010 14:24:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Mama says today sure is Monday.  This morning we came to Catster for a quick look around.  My beauti ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama says today sure is Monday.  This morning we came to Catster for a quick look around.  My beautiful red heart background was gone.  I did not even have the pea-green Catster background left.  She told me we would have to investigate that later; it was time to go to work. 

Then mama started her usual morning virus scan on the computer.  She sat down and started working, but she heard a noise.  When she looked at our computer, it said in scary red letters "Infiltrations 1."  Mama thought, oh, boy.  Here we go.  She started thinking about the epidemic of computer viruses that have infected our Catster friends' computers  in the last few days.

Mama decided to sit down and work and try to stay calm until the scan was finished.  About that time I decided to act up.  That did not make mama a happy camper.  I was leaping on things and getting into stuff.  I was still trying to look cute so she wouldn't get too mad, but it did not work.  I went into time-out so mama could concentrate on work and the "maybe" virus we had on our own computer. but a "Monday" kind of thing happened when mama was trying to move my potty.  Her hand slipped, and about half of my kitty litter went in a big pile on the carpet in the office.  Poor mama; the only way to get it up was to scoop with her hands.  I bet she was real glad she changed my potty just this weekend.  Anyway, mama scooped double handfuls of kitty litter up off the carpet.  I was locked up after that, but I could hear the big sucking machine.  Later all the kitty litter was gone, so I guess the sucker took it away.

When the virus scanner quit, it told mama it had cleaned the file.  Mama didn't believe it, so she ran another scan and then ran Windows Defender.  Everything came out OK, so mama breathed a sign of relief.

Awhile later mama was missing me, so she came in to get me and let me try to help her.  She made a face when she noticed I had dumped my big heavy water dishy out of his wooden holder and into my kitten chow.  The tray my dishes were on was full of water, and my little chows were swimming!  Mama said they were stinky too, but I thought they tasted pretty good, especially after they soaked up all the water.  They were fat and mushy and smelly.  YUM...

I came into the office and was pretty good for awhile.  I found my sunbeam and took a nap.  Then I got all excited and leaped up on one of mama's saddles.  I started crying for something that mama could not see.  She came over and peered intently where I was looking.  Then she said to me, "Gunnie, I think you're hallucinating. There's nothing there."  I do not know what that means.  I only know I saw something there.  I kept crying and reaching for something.  Mama decided to ignore me and see if I would stop.  It wasn't long before she heard a little noise and looked over to see me launch myself straight up like a rocket.  Up, up, up I went.  There was nothing to hang onto, so I skidded all the way down the wall and into a corner behind all the horsey gear.  Mama leaped up from her desk and came over to make sure I was OK.  

I guess I shoulda thought more about the landing part; it was a long way down.  I ended up in the middle of some old branding irons and several walking sticks mama and daddy use when they go hiking.  That was just too much for mama.  I went into time-out again, and now mama is calling me Maniac Kitten.  I still swear there was something there, but I will never tell what it was...

P.S. More than just my background was missing, and mama didn't even notice until now.  My little gray kitty cursor is MIA too.  We tried to go to mbif.net, but the site is down.  The plot thickens.  ;)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daily Diary Pick...and Shots!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/652120</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 11:00:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/652120</guid>
		<description>Woohoo! Thank you Catster, for making me one of the daily diary picks of the day.  Thanks to my frie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woohoo! Thank you Catster, for making me one of the daily diary picks of the day.  Thanks to my friends for the beyootiful rosettes you have bestowed on me, and thanks to the kitties who have told me they enjoy reading my diary.  A very special thanks to my auntie Eva, who made me a lovely kimi for my page.

Yesterday I went to see Dr. Mike for my last set of kitten shots.  I was wearing my big-boy harness, and mama hooked a leash to me for the first time.  Mama says I am getting so big and strong and FAST that if I dashed out an open door, no human could catch me. 

We were Dr. Mike's last appointment of the day.  My doctor is very smart, and he is real good at multitasking, so he has several patients at a time, and he is running back and forth.  We waited, and waited, and waited.  I loved it.  I came right out of my carrier when mama opened the door.  The nice lady came in with the scale, and they weighed me.  I am 5 1/4 pounds!  Mama says I look long and lean, but I am just growing really fast.  Mama says I have the "gangles."  

Anyway, after the nice lady left with her scale, I wandered around the exam room.  I leaped on the chairs, went under the chairs, leaped from the chairs onto the exam counter, got on my carrier, tried to work the TV mounted on the wall (mama would not let me), wanted to work the computer (mama wouldn't let me), strolled all around the exam room, pawed at the storage cabinets (hmmmmm...wonder what's in there?), and even flopped on the floor and rolled around and stretched. 

Then Serena came in and told mama I did not need any more shots.    There was a discussion about the shots, and Serena went off to ask Dr. Mike.  I was hoping, hoping, hoping.  Dr. Mike said oh, boy did I ever need more shots, so after about 100 hours of waiting, Dr. Mike came in to say hi.  He washed his hands and started talking to mama about some dog that ate sugarless gum.  There is some stuff in it that is poison, and the doggies can die from it.  Anyway, Dr. Mike was standing next to the chair.  I hopped on the chair and stood up on my hind legs and started pawing at his hand.  "Hey, remember me, Gunnarr?  I don't wanna hear about dogs, I want my attention now.  It is my turn."  Mama started laughing, and Dr. Mike scooped me up like a baby.  I was so cute he forgot all about the dogs and their gum eating.  Unfortunately, Dr. Mike found the shotter and gave it to me.  I didn't like it much, but the bad part did not last for long.  Afterwards Dr. Mike looked in my ears and eyes.  Then he felt my tummy.  I was pretty squirmy; I did not wanna be restrained.  Dr. Mike said I am "perfect," but mama said he was talking about my physicalness, not my behavioralness.  My weight is perfect for my age, and my coat is beyootiful and shiny.  Dr. Mike also said I have a "dog heart."  I am not afraid of my carrier, the car, the animal hospital, or any of the nice people who work there, so my heart just keeps plugging along like when I am at home.  Dr. Mike says I am a very well socialized kitty.

I am so lucky; I went from a tiny kitten that nobody wanted to a very lucky boy who has a mama, daddy, grampster, doctor, vet techs, auntie, and cousins who all love me, and I have lots of great friends on Catster.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Very First Catster Game</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/651925</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 30 Jan 2010 10:14:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh, my gosh!  I've been tagged by the sweet and byootiful Athena to play the Valentine game.

1. d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh, my gosh!  I've been tagged by the sweet and byootiful <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/358568">Athena</a> to play the Valentine game.

1. do you have a valentine?... if so... who?

Nope.  Girls are OK, but I'm just a kitten. 

2. if not... do you wish you did? ... is there anyone particular?... or would you rather be single? ...why?  

I'm too young to even THINK about that stuff.

3.What's your favorite love song?... who sings it?

Love songs?  What are those?  

4.what would be a perfect valentines day for you?

The perfect Valentine's Day for me would be mommy and daddy here with me, not working, and paying me ALL their attention.  I would snuggle with mama and play wild games with daddy.  Then they would eat something that smells REAL good and let me have some. After that we would watch a movie, and I would get to nap on BOTH their laps.

Now I am tagging: 

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/134878">Klemy Q-Tip</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/257538">Punkin Pooh</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/492791">Callie Rose</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/1087483">Oliver Pippin</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.catster.com/cats/563634">Honey</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sometimes I'm Good, Sometimes I'm BAD!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/651538</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 14:38:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>After two whole days of being good, I decided to change my ways.  I spent a good part of today in ti ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ After two whole days of being good, I decided to change my ways.  I spent a good part of today in time-out.  Last night I jumped up on a shelf while mama was sending friend requests to the kitties of Friendship Circle.  I did my first REAL damage since I came to live with mama.  I knocked down one of her hand-carved birdies and broke a teeny-tiny piece off his beak.  Mama didn't notice the piece laying there until this morning.  She was NOT happy with me.  Things went from bad to worse as I repeatedly jumped where, according to mama, I do not belong and did things, according to mama, that I should not do.  She chased me with the blue squirt monster, but I just kept doing the bad stuff over and over.  She told me several times that it was my "one last chance," but I did not believe her.  Was I surprised when she scooped me up and put me in time-out?  Well, yes, of course.  Precious, adorable, playful little me in jail?  Mama says we do not call it jail, but jail it was.  Mama said it sounded like somebody was being murdered when I started to wail and leap at the door.  I had my food, water, potty, and toys.  Mama said that was everything I needed, but I wanted my FREEDOM!  I have a blankie that belonged to my big sister that says "Freedom is not Free."  Believe me, kitties, it is NOT!  I would waaaaaiiiiilll for awhile.  Then I would stop and play or nap or snack.  Then awhile later I would waaaaaaiiiiiil some more hoping that mama would feel sorry for me and come and give me another chance.  It did not happen.  At least it did not happen until mama was done working, and she said she lost so much time chasing me with the blue squirt monster earlier that she didn't get two breaks today.  Too catgone bad...I was not happy either.  Now that mama is finished working and I have my freedom, I am being a perfect angel.  Keep those human peoples guessing; that's what it's all about.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Almost Perfect!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/651387</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 16:28:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Jeepers, I went two whole days without getting a time-out.  I was not perfect, but I was as perfect  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jeepers, I went two whole days without getting a time-out.  I was not perfect, but I was as perfect as Gunnarr T can be.

Yesterday I did a couple of naughty things.  OK, maybe several.  It's hard to keep count. I beat up on the stuffed platypus until mama made me stop.  Then I decided to chew up Mr. Kangaroo's tail.  I couldn't help it; mama says maybe I'm still teething.  Anyway, the leather tasted real good, and it felt good on my teeth.  Mama made me stop that, but then I discovered Calvin Coyote's whiskers.  I decided I would chew them off.  Mama screamed for me to stop because Calvin can't grow his whiskers back cuz he is...dead.  Mama said I was trying to assert my dominance over the stuffed and the dead.  Whatever, mama.

Today I was even better.  I admit I jumped on some things I wasn't supposed to.  I batted some artwork and made it make a funny noise as it moved back and forth against the wall.  I even leaped up and knocked some cowgirl gloves down behind one of mama's saddles.  She found one; the other one is still MIA, but I know where he is.  Pssst...he is between the saddle and the wall.  Mama will have fun getting him out. I wanted into my carrier, so mama opened the door.  I went in and sat there and purred and purred.  Then I came out and decided to fight with the door.  Bang, clang went the door as I batted him back and forth.  Then I decided to pull my special cushy bed out.  I worked and worked until I pulled him about halfway out of the carrier. Then I lost interest and decided to play jump on the wicker picnic basket game.  That's the one where I leap onto the picnic basket and make a noise to make sure mama knows I'm there.  Then mama yells and tells me "Gunnarr, down!"  I pretend not to hear her.  Then she gets up with the blue squirt monster and tries to squirt me.  I run past, and she squirts and sometimes  gets my tail, but mostly she misses completely.  I let mama rest for awhile, and then we play the game again, over and over.

I was getting pretty wild, and mama was considering giving me time-out when a magical thing happened.  Mama saw how blue the sky was, and she said "Gunnarr, would you like to look out the window?"  Well, sure; I'll try anything to keep from being SOOO bored.  Mama opened the curtain, and the sun was shining down onto the beautiful white snow, and the sky was very blue.  Mama stood me up so I could look out the window.  No, I don't wanna.  I jumped down and stalked off, but then I walked into Mr. Sunbeam.  This is where the magic happened.  All of a sudden I chilled out.  I wasn't psycho kitty anymore.  I smiled and laid down in the sunbeam and let him warm me.  I napped in him.  Ooh, sweet sunshine, warm and sweet as honey.  I turned my face to Mr.  Sunbeam and let him kiss my fur with his warmth.  I sat and let Mr. Sunbeam turn my fur all silvery and make my whiskers glisten.  I turned to mama and smiled.  Then mama said "who are you, sweet kitten, and where is my Gunnarr T?"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Monster in the House!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/651015</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 18:54:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>This afternoon mama brought out a monster.  It didn't look that scary when it was quiet in our offic ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This afternoon mama brought out a monster.  It didn't look that scary when it was quiet in our office, but then she brought it to the dining room.  She took a string and hooked it to the wall.  Then she pushed a button, and the monster started to growl real loud.  Then mama took papers and started feeding the growling monster.  He eats PAPER!  Oh, my gosh; he is a very scary monster.  He eats big papers and little papers and even old checks.  Every so often, mama would stop feeding the monster.  He would be quiet while she took the shredded paper out of his tummy, but then she would start feeding him again, and he would growl real loud and eat more paper.  

That was bad enough, but then when the monster had eaten all our paper, mama got out the big sucking machine.  I do not like the sucking machine.  He is big and scary, and I am pretty sure he will suck up kittens if he gets the chance.  Mama said I was very brave today because I didn't run away and hide.  I sat on a dining room chair and watched the big noisy sucking machine.  I was ready for a quick escape if he got too close.  Finally everything was quiet.  The sucking machine and the monster were both locked away, so now I feel safe again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why Am I So Naughty?</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/650601</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 16:32:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/650601</guid>
		<description>That's what mama keeps asking me:  &quot;Gunnarr, why are you SO naughty?&quot;  I don't know.  I simply do no ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's what mama keeps asking me:  "Gunnarr, why are you SO naughty?"  I don't know.  I simply do not know.  I don't set out to be naughty; it just happens.  I guess I have a rare talent for doing things that mama considers "naughty."  

This morning we started working at 6:30.  By 7:08 I was headed for time-out.  I had been leaping on everything, swatting at artwork on the wall, chewing on saddles, and the prize naughtiness, trying to shinny underneath mama's flat screen computer monitor to check out the router sitting behind it (where mama thought it would be safer from me - HA!!).  I spent an hour or two in my room, napping and playing with toys.  Then mama felt sorry for me being all alone.  I secretly think she was missing my wonderful company.  She came and got all my things and took me back into the office with her.  It was only about five minutes before I started acting up again.  This time she thought she could outsmart me.  She remembered something she had before for kitties who like to leap up where she thinks they don't belong.  It is a battery operated squealer called a Tattle Tail.  Mama put the Tattle Tail on an office chair because that's where I start most of my naughtiest adventures.  From the chair I can go to the saddles, artwork, or computer.  Maybe a whole minute passed before I jumped on the chair. The Tattle Tail screamed at the top of his lungs.  Mama turned around to see me sniffing and pawing at the Tattle Tail.  It screamed again, and I batted at it.  What a fun new toy!  

Mama thought, OH NO!  Maybe Gunnarr is deaf!  She ran to pick me up and cuddle me.  Then she did a spearmint.  She waited until I was interested in something else and not looking at her.  She said my name very softly.  My ear twitched, and I turned around and looked right away.  She was relieved that I am not deaf, but she figured I would be if the Tattle Tail kept screaming in my ear, so she turned it off and put it away.  

After work mama was real bizzy working on our computer.  She heard a crashing sound and went to investigate.  I had dumped an expensive pottery vase with all the dried and silk flower things in it.  Mama said she didn't know how it missed a big piece of Roseville when it fell, but nothing was broken.  You guessed it; I went to my room for awhile.  After mama let me out, I disappeared for awhile.  Later I came into the office with something in my mouth.  When mama looked to see what it was I had carried in, it was a willow rose from the arrangement I dumped over.  Here, mama; I brought you a flower.  Game over.  I win...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Terrible Two's</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/650412</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 15:47:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/650412</guid>
		<description>Mama thought I was going through the terrible two's awhile ago.  Nope; I was just getting ready to b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama thought I was going through the terrible two's awhile ago.  Nope; I was just getting ready to be the kitten from hell.  I am still sweet and lovable, but in between snuggles I'm very bizzy doing mostly naughty things.  I have become infatuated with the bay window and the antique leaded glass hanging window.  I race into the dining room and leap into the window.  During my landing, I give the hanging window a good shove so it swings back and forth wildly.  Mama screams "Gunnarr, NO!!!," but it doesn't really faze me.  I sit in the window and look up at some peacock feather decorations and waaaaiiilllll.  Mama, I want those!  Waaaaaaillllll!  I WANT those! Then I stand up on my hind legs and paw at the hanging leaded glass window.  When I put my weight against it, it moves, and I think that's fun.  When I get bored with that I stand up in the window and cry and paw at things that mama says aren't there.  Today they were there; snowflakes, and I was gonna get every one.  I could have caught them all except they wouldn't come in where I could touch them.  I had to settle for playing games with mama while she was cleaning house.  She felt sorry for me because I was so unhappy about the snowflakes, so we played with my kitty teasers, foam balls, and some mousies.  After all the running, pawing, and wailing today, I'm worn out.  I'd better take a nap so I can be refreshed and wild at bedtime.  Mama has to work tomorrow, so my job is to keep her awake late with my kitty hijinks.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A New Trick</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/650038</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Jan 2010 16:29:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/650038</guid>
		<description>Mama said I was a much better boy today; I didn't get a single time-out.  I did learn a new trick, t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama said I was a much better boy today; I didn't get a single time-out.  I did learn a new trick, though, and it is a REALLY good one.  Mama has the answering machine on while she is working so she doesn't have to stop when the phone rings.  Today the phone rang and rang. Mama wondered why the machine did not pick up.  When she checked, the machine was "askew" AND turned off!  To tell the truth, I am not sure how I did it, but do not tell mama.  She thinks I am REALLY smart!  The world is my oyster and every day a new adventure.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Do Not Leave Me...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/649808</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 17:24:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/649808</guid>
		<description>Today mama got up earlier than usual.  She said she had a &quot;meeting,&quot; whatever that is.  She worked f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today mama got up earlier than usual.  She said she had a "meeting," whatever that is.  She worked for awhile and then took all my things to my room.  I thought "hmmmm, wonder what this is all about."  I didn't get to wonder for very long.  Mama scooped me up, deposited me in my room, and shut the door before I could run out.  Waaaaaaiiiiiiilllll!  Mama, don't leave me.  I only wailed until I heard the door shut, and it was quiet.  No sense wearing out my wailer; I might need it later.  After a couple of hours, I heard mama come home, so I tuned up again.  She let me out, got all my things out, and we went back to the office.  Mama said it was precisely 15 minutes before I was sent to my room again.  This time I was being too naughty and distracting.  Mama only had one more hour to work, and she wanted to be productive, whatever that means.  When mama was finished working, she opened the door, and I streaked out.  Now for some fun.  I will run and run and run up and down the hall.  I only ran a time or two before mama scooped me again.  Jeepers, I think I should get smart enough to run away.  Back into my room I went.  I waaaaaaiiiiiiillllled some more until it was quiet.  Mama come back!  Silence.  I decided to take a nap so I could be really wild when mama came home.  I did a most excellent job of being naughty when mama came home again.  I chased a fly. I played in the curtains.  I ran full speed into the dining room and leaped into the bay window.  I stood on my hind legs and put my front paws on the hanging leaded glass and stretched and leaned against it until it swung back and forth.  I leaped on the furniture. I made things tipple.  Nothing fell over and broke; I just made sure the things danced around a bit to scare mama.  I was being so wild that finally mama got up from her supper and started throwing my little foam balls up and down the hall.  I love to chase them; mama says she wishes I would learn to fetch, but it is good exercise for her, and she needs exercise WAY more than me.  Sorry, mama, but it is true.  I chased the balls back and forth until I finally flopped in a heap on the living room carpet.  My work was done for awhile at least.  Tomorrow is another day and another adventure...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Bizzy Weekend</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/649580</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 15:07:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/649580</guid>
		<description>I hope everykitty out there had a good weekend.  I had a great weekend. My daddy was here, and we pl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hope everykitty out there had a good weekend.  I had a great weekend. My daddy was here, and we played and played and played!  Daddy plays the very best kitty games.  When I was not leaping and chasing things, I napped on daddy's lap while he was sitting at the table.  

Mama and daddy were working on giving our bathroom a face lift, and I helped!  I chased the screws, dumped things over, knocked things down, got under mama and daddy's feet, tried to run off with stuff, climbed into boxes, hid my toys under parts mama and daddy needed, and then yowled when mama told me to go play.  I WAS playing, and it was REALLY fun.  

For revenge, I bit daddy's wrist on Sunday morning.  I'm not sure why I did it.  I love my daddy, but it just seemed like a good idea at the time.  Daddy told me no, but he didn't realize blood was coming out of his arm until later.  It was not much blood, only a coupla drops.  Maybe I was just teething...    ;)

On Sunday I got to go for a ride in mama's car.  I was practicing wearing my red kitten harness, and mama said to daddy, "I think we should put Gunnarr in his carrier and go for a ride."  We got in the car, and away we went.  I cried a little bit at first, but then I was a very good boy.  It was not a long ride, only about 30 miles altogether.  Mama put me in my potty right before we left, but I hopped right out.  We had about five miles to get back home when I started to howl something terrible.  Mama and daddy were just sure I needed to go potty, so mama kept telling me we were almost home, and daddy was doing some real serious driving.  We pulled into the driveway, and daddy jumped out and ran for the door while mama grabbed my carrier.  Mama flung the door open, and I came strolling out.  She scooped me up and put me in the potty, but I just looked at her like "what the heck?"  That did not win me any prizes neether.  

Anyway, now it is Monday, and mama says we are back to "racing the rats," whatever that means.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Askew</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648900</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 18:51:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648900</guid>
		<description>Who is this &quot;askew,&quot; and why does he keep telling on me?  Mama was straightening up the house this e ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Who is this "askew," and why does he keep telling on me?  Mama was straightening up the house this evening.  She walked over to the parlor table in the living room and said, "Gunnarr, you have been naughty.  Why do you keep jumping up here and playing with the dried arrangement in great grandma's vase?"

Well, I didn't know it was great grandma's vase, and I have never met her anyway.  Of course I keep jumping up to play with the arrangement.  There are little skinny birch branches with dried leaves on them. They make the most WONDERFUL toy. I could have tried to tell mama all this, but instead I just looked at her like "SO?"

Then she said something about how she could always tell when I'd been up there because things were "askew."  I wish askew would quit tattling on me.  He is ruining my fun.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Getting Lost AND Stuck</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648852</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 14:42:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648852</guid>
		<description>Mama was surprised at how good I was today.  It might have something to do with my shots the other d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama was surprised at how good I was today.  It might have something to do with my shots the other day.  I have been sleeping a little more since I got my rabies shot on Tuesday.  

I slept and played nice with my toys until this afternoon.  Then mama heard me talking like I do to my toys sometimes, a cute little conversational tone I use instead of my usual yowling.  Mama started looking around to see where I was.  She started talking to me, calling me, but I would not come.  She got up and looked all around.  No Run and Gun anywhere.  She started getting kind of scared because she knew I was somewhere I wasn't sposed to go.  She finally found me sort of behind and under the daybed.  I can't really get under it because there is a pop-up mattress underneath, but somehow (it was hard, let me tell ya) I got underneath the edge and went back behind.  I guess I forgot I'm not a pipsqueak anymore.  I had to squirm and work to get my long, lean big boy self turned around.  Mama looked pretty relieved when I finally made my escape from the big bad daybed.  I guess pretty soon I'll be too big to hide anywhere fun except in the closets.  

I love my new kitty cursor.  Mama found it last night.  It is a little gray kitty playing with a red ball.  Oh, it looks wonderful on my Catster page!

Thanks to everykitty who signed my guestbook.  My little TV looks lots better now.

Special thanks to Kibbles, Francis, and Yoda who comment on my diary entries.  It's nice to know somekitty is reading them!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It was Terrible</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648418</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 18:23:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648418</guid>
		<description>I got my shots this evening.  It was terrible!  

First they weighed me.  I am 5.06 pounds already ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got my shots this evening.  It was terrible!  

First they weighed me.  I am 5.06 pounds already, and I am about 18 weeks old.  That part was OK.  Then we waited...and waited...and waited.  Finally my doctor, Dr. Mike, came in.  Mama asked him to look at my eye because at my well-kitten check he saw something.  He told mama there is something in a kitten's eye that has to fuse.  Mine wasn't done yet.  He said today both my eyes looked fine.  We played a few games, and Dr. Mike gave me some treats.  I should have known it was too much fun.  Then he  got the shot things.  Oooooweeee.  The rabies shot made me cry.  I didn't care much about the other one.  When we were done with the shots Dr. Mike listened to my heart and felt my tummy and my bladder and looked in my ears.  I didn't mind that either.  Mama demonstrated how long I am by holding me up like they do in cat shows.  I just looked around.  Then she showed Dr. how I will hang upside down.  She says I am like a rag doll.  Dr. was pretty impressed with that.  He also said I had world record whiskers.  They are kinda cool; they are black coming out and then turn white.  They are pretty long and kinda curvy.  I was looking sleek and shiny and pretty grown up.  I am not a baby anymore, and Dr. was impressed.  In fact, he was so impressed that he can't wait to see me in three more weeks.  I think "something" might be going on...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stealth</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648218</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 18:19:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648218</guid>
		<description>My friend, Klemy. would be proud of me.  I have mastered the art of pouncing, so I've added to my re ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My friend, Klemy. would be proud of me.  I have mastered the art of pouncing, so I've added to my repertoire.  I am now working on stealth.  Mama was walking through the living room, and the lights were off.  It was real dark, so I sneaked along right behind her until she got right in the middle of the room.  Then I POUNCED, not AT her feet, but right on her feet.  She screamed, and I ran like a maniac kitten.  Mission accomplished.  I am ready for my first assignment.


LATER:  Busted!  Why does the cushion on the ottoman have to skid everytime I leap on it?  I get away with the actual leaping around on it, but mama always knows what I've been doing because she says the cushion is always askew.  What does "askew" mean, and how do I make it stop?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Have a Guestbook</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648179</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 15:09:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648179</guid>
		<description>This is an open invitation to any kitties who might be reading my diary to visit my page and sign my ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is an open invitation to any kitties who might be reading my diary to visit my page and sign my guestbook.  It is pretty cool, and you can be on TV!  I am feeling lonely being on the TV all by myself.  If you have a guestbook, I would be happy to sign yours.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>SHOTS, SHOTS</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648170</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 14:10:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/648170</guid>
		<description>Oh, NO!  I have to see Dr. Mike for my rabbit shot!  Oh, mama says that is a &quot;rabies&quot; shot.  She sai ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh, NO!  I have to see Dr. Mike for my rabbit shot!  Oh, mama says that is a "rabies" shot.  She said that is not the only shot either; I need more kitten shots.  I think I have already had hundreds!  

I also heard my friend, Milo, is going for his "big boy" surgery as his mom put it this week.  It's OK, Milo.  They will just make you take a nap, and when you wake up it will be all over.  I already had mine before I came to live with mama, so she did not have to worry about it.  

I have discovered catnip!  Mama thought I kind of liked it even though I am so young, but today I have been chewing and licking my wonderful fleecy rat over and over again.  I hold him lovingly in my paws and gnaw on and lick him all over.  Mama says it is because he has some kitty nip in a pocket in his tummy.  

Move over, mama and daddy.  Rat is my new best friend!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Viruses Abound</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647975</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 15:01:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647975</guid>
		<description>What's a kitten to do?  While searching for toys to put on my page last night, mama went to mixpod.c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What's a kitten to do?  While searching for toys to put on my page last night, mama went to mixpod.com  Lots of my friends have music players from this site, and I REALLY wanted the theme from Cops (bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do?) on my page.  While mama was working on the music player, our ESET antivirus severed the connection, saying there was a virus.  Mama had to dump the player and get off the internet.  Pout; I really wanted a music player.  Mama ran a full scan on our computer, and sure enough, ESET had quarantined four threats.  It is too bad such smart people use their intelligence for "bad" things.  :(]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Housework, Always Housework!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647974</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 14:56:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647974</guid>
		<description>Is kitten labor illegal.  If not, it should be. Mama made me help clean the house this weekend.  Fir ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Is kitten labor illegal.  If not, it should be. Mama made me help clean the house this weekend.  First she picked up all my toys from the middle of the living room.  How's a kid sposed to play anyway?  She took the toys and put them in a little basket.  I thought she made a new game, so I tipped the basket over and started pulling toys out like a maniac kitten.  I can't imagine why she was yelling so loud.  You put the toys in, you take the toys out, you put the toys in, you take the toys out...

Mama said I had to help clean the house, but then she locked me out of the bathroom.  I like anything with running water, but she said something about cleaning products, whatever that means.  Anyway, I had to sit outside the closed door and wail until she finished.

The only fun I had was helping make the bed.  Now everybody knows kitties are really good at that.  I leaped and ran and leaped off the bed and back up on the bed, leaped at the covers as they were moving, and finally got caught under the big heavy quilt.  Mama was going to take a picture, but she said I'm still too little; I don't make much of a lump in the bed.

I am even getting braver about the giant sucking machine.  I don't like it; I'm afraid it might get ahold of my tail and suck me up, but this time I only sat and glared it from across the living room.  Before I would run like, well, you know; I am not sposed to say the word, and then I would hide under the bed until it was quiet again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nip and Fishies</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647602</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Jan 2010 15:21:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Mama says she thinks I'm gonna be a &quot;nip&quot; boy.  She found a nice homemade toy that had some good cat ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mama says she thinks I'm gonna be a "nip" boy.  She found a nice homemade toy that had some good catnip in it.  I'm only 16 weeks old, but the nip made me kind of stoned.  I loved the toy.  I held it in my front paws and bunny-kicked the heck out of it.  When I finally got too tired to fight with it anymore, I fell asleep.  Mama said the toy was very damp.  I guess it made me drool.  I LIKE nip!

Fishies, fishies.  I got my first taste of fish oil today, and it is very quite delishus.  Mama put some on my afternoon snack, and I gobbled it right up.  Now I am gonna be even more shiny.

P.S. It is too bad mama would not let me help her eat smoked oysters last night.  I tried really hard, but she would not share even one!  What's up with that?  I would share my stuff with her, even my kibble.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>They're On My Page!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647601</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Jan 2010 15:16:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647601</guid>
		<description>Ooh, ooh; my guardian angels appeared on my page like magic.  They are both VERY special kitties, an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ooh, ooh; my guardian angels appeared on my page like magic.  They are both VERY special kitties, and I'm honored to have them watching over me.  Thanks, auntie, for helping mama with my page.  It is looking spiffier and spiffier.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Army Assignments</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647381</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Jan 2010 16:09:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I'm proud to say I have been practicing the assignment Klemy Q-tip gave me.  I am pouncing on EVERYT ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm proud to say I have been practicing the assignment Klemy Q-tip gave me.  I am pouncing on EVERYTHING!  I've pounced on  mama, chairs, mousies, beds, kitty teasers, tables, books; anything that gets in my way.  Not a single thing has escaped my pounce.  I am ready for the big-time.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Busy Thursday</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647379</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Jan 2010 16:07:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647379</guid>
		<description>Today I learned something  new.  I can open the glass shower doors in the bathroom and play in the b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I learned something  new.  I can open the glass shower doors in the bathroom and play in the bath tub.  Mama kept the shower doors instead of getting a shower curtain because it always kept kitties out.  She could take cleaning supplies and put them in boxes in the tub if she had a plumbing problem or something.  Can you imagine this; she was using the tub as a temporary storage area. Now I'm happy to say I have foiled her evil plan of keeping me out of the tub.  She has told me no many, many times today, but I just keep going back.  Not only can I get the door open and get in the tub, I take the drain thing in my teeth and pull it out and play with it.  Mama says nothing is safe anymore.  I have napped and played with mousies and leaped on mama's lap while she was trying to work and scattered kitty litter around the office.  It was a busy kitten day.  Now I'm off to open that shower door again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>OH MY GOSH!!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647208</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Jan 2010 17:39:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647208</guid>
		<description>I just got the best present of all, a subscription to Catster Plus.  Some wonderful friends gifted m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just got the best present of all, a subscription to Catster Plus.  Some wonderful friends gifted me with Catster Plus.  This is the nicest thing anybody has done for me in my whole life.  A huge thank you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Angels Here, Angels There, Angels, Angels Everywhere</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647201</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Jan 2010 16:52:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647201</guid>
		<description>Now I have two guardian angels.  Dear, sweet, and dare I say BEAUTIFUL, Sweet Angel Sydney Rose&amp;hear ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now I have two guardian angels.  Dear, sweet, and dare I say BEAUTIFUL, Sweet Angel Sydney Rose&hearts will be watching over me.  She was kind enough to put my picture on her page.  Thanks!

I don't think I could have too many angels.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Guardian Angel</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647184</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Jan 2010 15:27:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647184</guid>
		<description>Last night Buddie offered to be my angel and watch over me.  He looks like a really, really good ang ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night Buddie offered to be my angel and watch over me.  He looks like a really, really good angel.  I said yes, I would like him to be my angel.  Maybe he can help me stay out of trouble.  Someday I would like to not hear the NO!! word so often.  I am still very little, and there are way too many rules around here.  Sometimes even if I know the rule, the no-no thing is just too much fun to do, so I do it anyway.  I have only lived with my mama and daddy for about six weeks now, but I know mama will never do anything but yell or give me time-outs.  Even when I run from mama, she always gives me kisses and snuggles when she finally catches me, so the yelling isn't so bad.  

Thanks, Buddie, for offering to be my guardian angel.  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In the Army Now - My First Assignment</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/647182</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Jan 2010 15:12:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Hey, everybody.  I am in training for Klemy's army.  My first assignment is pouncing.  Oh, I am SO e ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, everybody.  I am in training for Klemy's army.  My first assignment is pouncing.  Oh, I am SO excited.  I can't wait to practice my pouncing.  I have been pouncing on everything today; mama's feet, my mousies, my kitty teasers, oh, just everything that moves gets a pounce.  

Tonight I will work on my stealth pouncing.  Stealth pouncing is really hard because sometimes I get so excited my little behind starts wiggling.  I must practice pretending to be a statue.  Once my victim has been lulled into a false sense of security, I can pounce.  A few days of pouncing practice, and I think I'll be ready for my next assignment.  I wonder what it could be...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Catster Daily Diary Pick</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/646983</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Jan 2010 16:00:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/646983</guid>
		<description>THANK YOU, Catster for picking my diary, Kitten Tales, as a daily diary pick.  I am new here, and it ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ THANK YOU, Catster for picking my diary, Kitten Tales, as a daily diary pick.  I am new here, and it is very nice to be recognized.  Thanks to all the kitties who gave me presents and concatulated me on this wonderful honor.  I am humbled...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In The Army Now</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/646978</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Jan 2010 15:51:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/646978</guid>
		<description>Yayyyyyyyy!  I am in Klemy Q-Tip's army now.  I will volunteer for every covert mission, and Klemy w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yayyyyyyyy!  I am in Klemy Q-Tip's army now.  I will volunteer for every covert mission, and Klemy will train me to be stealthy, cunning, and vicious.  Well, maybe not vicious.  That would not be nice, especially for a little kitten like me.  I will watch and learn from those more experienced.

Thank you, Klemy, for letting me join up and thank you BUNCHES and BUNCHES for the beautiful trophy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>People are SOOOOOO Dirty</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/646791</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 Jan 2010 15:33:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/646791</guid>
		<description>Last night when mama and daddy went to bed I noticed daddy was really dirty.  I started washing his  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night when mama and daddy went to bed I noticed daddy was really dirty.  I started washing his hair; then I washed my bottom.  I washed daddy's nose; then I washed my paws.  I washed daddy's chin; then I washed my face.  Finally I washed daddy's ears; then I washed my chest.  By the time I got daddy clean, I was too tired to even play my leaping on the bed game.  I snuggled down between mama and daddy, and the next thing I knew it was morning.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am Naughty!</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/646789</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 Jan 2010 15:30:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/646789</guid>
		<description>I got time-out again today.  Mama's work computer died, so she had to go get another one.  Mama and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got time-out again today.  Mama's work computer died, so she had to go get another one.  Mama and daddy came home and hooked up the computer, and mama started trying to work.  She said something about "configuring" it.  I think it would not do what she wanted.  She was getting kind of freaky about things, and then I started leaping all over and chewing on stuff.  Finally I did my best trick and dumped my water dish upside down on the carpet.  Every single drop of water was out of the dish.  Mama started yelling, and then I had to go to my room.  She said I'm going through the "terrible twos," whatever that is.  I was sure glad when mama finished working.  Now I get to write in my diary, and I promise to be good...for five whole minutes.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weekend Fun</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/646693</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 Jan 2010 06:47:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/646693</guid>
		<description>Boy did I have fun over the New Year's weekend.  Mama and daddy were doing something they call &quot;proj ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Boy did I have fun over the New Year's weekend.  Mama and daddy were doing something they call "projects," and I was real sure they needed my help.  I wanted to help set up the wireless router for mama and daddy's computer network.  I did help some before they locked me in my room.  Mama said I would be in the way.  I couldn't imagine they could do this technical stuff without my help, but when they let me out, everything was hooked up and it even worked!

I tried to help mama and daddy win games they were playing on the laptop, but mama kept scooping me up and putting me on the floor.  Now how could I see which moves they should make from way down there?

While mama and daddy were watching a movie, I ran and leaped on their laps.  When they reached for me, I leaped down and ran across the living room and leaped on the ottoman.  I am only supposed to be on the furniture if mama and daddy let me sit with them, so they yelled Gunnnnnnaaaaaaarrrrrrr NO! Then I jumped down and raced through the living room, up the hall, back into the living room, and back onto the ottoman.  They yelled at me again, and I raced over to the couch and leaped on their laps.  They reached for me, and off I went again at top speed.  I don't think they enjoyed the game as much as I did.  Mama even threatened me with a time-out.  Finally I wore out and came up on their laps and napped through the rest of the movie.  

Yesterday I helped take the medicine cabinet down.  Daddy's tools were electric, and they were kinda scary.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to use the drill or not, especially after daddy turned the screwdriver part on real slow and showed it to me.  Nuh-uh; I don't think so.  I scampered away.  Each time I came back I swatted at some of daddy's tools, but they jumped at me and scared me, so I had to run away.  Finally mama closed the door and locked me out.  

I think my mama and daddy try really, really hard to make sure I don't have any fun, and I have no clue why they don't want my help.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Early Daze...</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/645802</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 07:21:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/645802</guid>
		<description>I was a kitten without a home.  The lady who was taking care of my fur mama did not want us.  She to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was a kitten without a home.  The lady who was taking care of my fur mama did not want us.  She told some nice people she would take us to the shelter (shudder) if they did not take us.  My fur mama and two brothers and I went to a wonderful foster home.  The lady had lots of other foster kitties of different ages and two big dogs.  She also had a little boy and girl.  The boy and girl loved us and played really nice with us.  We had lots of playmates with the other kitties, though I growled at them a lot when they had a toy I wanted. The dogs made sure we stayed clean.  I grew fast.  They called me Truck because I was so much bigger than my brothers.  

One day my fur mama was gone, and I was put up for adoption.  My mama now saw my picture on the rescue website.  I was big and bold and beautiful, and mama filled out an adoption request.  She came to see me and my brothers.  She played with us and wanted me AND my brothers, but she could ony bring one of us home.  She held and played with all of us, but in the end she chose me.  :)

I had to do something called "neuter" (what the heck is that?) and get a bunch of shots (ouch!).  Then one night I came home from the vet's office with my new mama.  I was  having a bad day.  I cried and cried until my new mama cried with me.  

When we went to bed, a strange thing happened.  As soon as mama turned out the lights I snuggled right next to her neck and fell asleep.  I never cried at all.   See, I was used to sleeping with the little boy, so that part was the same for me.  It was warm and quiet, and I slept all night.

The next morning I learned how to do something called "work" with my new mama.  Every morning we get up and have some breakfast.  Then we come into the place she calls an "office."  She puts on some funny looking things that stick into her ears and starts banging on what she calls a "keyboard."  I think it's kind of strange they pay her for this, but it buys my kitten chow, so I guess it's OK.

I have discovered the bay window in the dining room.  I can sit there for hours and watch the wind blow things around.  There are birdies and the neighbor's dog and sometimes people walking by on the road.  I keep track of everything so I can protect mama from anything bad that might happen.

I have lots and lots of toys.  I have mousies, little foam balls, some sort of rat things made of bunny fur, kitty teasers, and, of course, anything mama doesn't want me to play with looks like a toy too.  I even have a little rubber chicken thing with feathers that makes strange squeaky noises.  My daddy plays really cool games with me.  I think he is part cat.

Mostly I am good while we're working, but sometimes mama calls me the "kitten from HELL."  One day I leaped on the printer, leaped up on the hutch and threw stuff off the top, tried to climb on the keyboard shelf, slinked behind the computer monitor and peeked out, and generally wreaked havoc on mama's morning.  

Sometimes if I'm TOO terrible, mama gives me a time-out.  That means I have to take all my kitten stuff and spend time alone in the bathroom.  After about a half hour I get to come out and try it again.  It doesn't happen very often, but sometimes I am just too terrible.  

I have been teething, and mama calls me "Rodent" when I start gnawing on things.  So far I have gnawed on the barrier to keep me in the office, table legs, my water dish, and even mama's Celtic harp.  Mama and daddy bought me little rawhide chew sticks, but I don't like them.  I like wood better.

My best trick is dumping my water dish.  Because I am so little, I have to have all my things; food, water, potty, and toys in the office with mama.  The other day I got the water dish in my teeth.  It is very heavy, but I worked and worked to get a good grip.  Then I pulled and tipped the water.  Mama already didn't trust me, so the water and food dishes were on a plastic tray.  Mama decided to see how much water the tray would hold and make sure there was less water in my dish.  Mama thinks I stayed awake all night figuring out how to get around that one.  

Yesterday I hatched the perfect plan.  While mama was typing away on the keyboard thing, I got the edge of my water dish in my teeth.  Then I pulled real hard until the dish came up over the side of the tray and onto the carpet.  Then I flipped it upside down so every single drop of water went right on the carpet.  That was when mama yelled GUNNNNNAAAARRRRRR NOOOOOOO!

Mama called me something bad; I think the word she used was "unrepentant" because I just ran to a different part of the room and started playing with a mousie while she blotted up the water.  

It was pretty much the perfect ending to an almost perfect day.  Anytime I get the best of mama, it is a good day... ;)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Get My Catster Page</title>
		<link>http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/645797</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 06:56:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Gunnarr T ~ writing at catster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.catster.com/cats/1085598/diary/Kitten_tales/645797</guid>
		<description>Wow!  Mama made me a catster page.  Now I can pursue my dream of becoming a kitty writer.  I have be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow!  Mama made me a catster page.  Now I can pursue my dream of becoming a kitty writer.  I have been begging for a chance to put my thoughts down on paper (or a computer screen) ever since I came to live here and found out mama is a "word" person.]]></content:encoded>
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