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<title>My Story: Bringing up Daddy</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:10:45 PST</pubDate>
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		<title>A  Poem</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 16:19:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Dashiell ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>Daddy bought me a catnip mousie
I get to chase it around the housie
When I give it to Dad, he toss ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daddy bought me a catnip mousie
I get to chase it around the housie
When I give it to Dad, he tosses it now, see
But when I can't find it, I feel lousy.
 
Sometimes Pops gives me a treat
Sometimes with cheese, sometimes meat
I always finish it up real neat
So Dad will give me something else to eat.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cookie!</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Nov 2008 15:32:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Dashiell ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>So dad came home tonight with a plastic bag (an open invitation).  This particular bag had a cookie  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So dad came home tonight with a plastic bag (an open invitation).  This particular bag had a cookie from Quiznos that he did not eat for lunch.  I guess you know what happened next.... and it was GOOD and BIG.  I even figured out how to get the saran wrap off the cookie.  Another favorite food group.  I'll tell you, it is cool to be a kitten and discover all this new stuff!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>hello world!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 02:47:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Dashiell ~ writing at catster.com</author>
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		<description>OK, so the grumpy human and I have been together for a little over two weeks.  It took a while, but  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK, so the grumpy human and I have been together for a little over two weeks.  It took a while, but I  have learned how to manage him effectively.  To tell the truth, he is kind of slow and more than a bit of a soft touch so it's really not that hard.   For example, I have learned how to remind him of my bridge-brother Joshua which makes the primate cry.  I have filed that information away to use to my advantage in case there is ever an issue concerning a seafood morsel.  I have also decided that I like to sleep snuggled with or on top of Dad.  He seems to like it too, not that what he thinks matters to me.  Then I started thinking about things that I can do to make sure I keep this job.

Which led me to realize that this family needed a good feline-human tradition, and that it was up to me to institute that tradition.  I decided to see if Dad were trainable.  I have concluded that training humans, while frustrating at times,  can be very rewarding.   In our case,  I taught Dad to throw a ball he had made out of a sheet of paper.  I tracked,  attacked, and forced the "training aid" into submission, returned to Dad and dropped the thing next to him.  Pops picked that  ball up and tossed it again.   I crept on my little cat feet and captured the ball.  I brought the thing back to the old boy and sat on my silent haunches and watched the lightbulb go on in his head as he once again threw the sphere. I then moved on and ambushed the toy.  We repeated the excercise several times, and Daddy came through each time.   Had I not finally hidden the ball,  he would still be throwing that thing. Anyhow,   I am so very proud that my very "slow" (if you know what I mean) Dad has learned a really useful skill.

Boyoboyoboy I have talked for a long time.  It's time for a nap.

Later,

Dashy]]></content:encoded>
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