sigh I am very disappointed in my person. She brought a Sticky Little Person into the house the other night. I thought we were past all that nonsense, but apparently the last SLP grew up and had an SLP herself. When will this end? Pulling my hair, tweaking my nose, refusing to share her toy. I just don't know what I'm going to do about it. But I have some ideas....
For the sake of the uneducated hoomins out there, I will explain how noms werk for kittehkind. There are different levels of Hungrumblies. It ranges from mildly aware of possibly being hungry soon to feed me or I'm going to explode into little bits of orange tufts RIGHT NOW (and take you with me!) This morning was the first stage.
I woke up before the hoomin and lay there awhile (on the 'lectric blankie) and started thinking about my morning noms. I remembered that we were very, very low on kibbles in the dishes. Only a few bits in there! Unacceptable, I tell you. So I started to focus my concentration and will on the lazy person who was still asleep, when I had needs to be filled! Aha! She's awake now! Sort of. I moved up a few inches and collapsed. I was faint with hunger by this time but she, being the clueless person that she is, thought I was just being cute.
It took one more move upwards before I really got her attention. I had to lay on the pillow next to her and just look at her with my great big eyes, blinking out the message FEED ME FEED ME. After a few head and chin scritches she finally got her lazy ***** out of bed and actually dished out some kibbles!
All that werk for a handful of measly dry kittehfood. Sheesh. She's lucky I stick around, I tell ya!
I am a lady kitteh. Not just female, mind you, but a true lady. I have good manners, and I'm very polite. (Just ask my Mom). Not like Toby, who is sooooo not a gentleman mancat! He's very rough around the edges, you know.
Why, just look at my picture here. I'm sitting very pretty, tail in the proper position, front paws tucked in just so. I'm ready to be asked to a Christmas tea!
Well, the Mom brought home this thing; it had good smell and was very lickable. We spent quite a bit of time thoroughly investigating it. You just never know, when the hoomins bring something home: is it alive? Will it eat us? Can we eat it? Will it make a mess on the floor?
And the most important question of all: is she gonna embarrass the tar out of us with it???? HOOMINS!!!!
Good morning, furrriends! It's a bit chilly here. Sadly we're getting more men with power tools today. Mom says it's necessary. Hmpf. We think she just wants to keep us from getting our proper rest. Cuz, y'know, she's jealous that SHE has to go to werk and WE get to stay home.
Anyway, we wanted to give an update on Marty the kitten. Recently we helped pass the word on his needing ultra expensive, lifesaving surgery. He got it! And he's doing really well now. He's going to have a normal, pain-free life.
Homes Needed for: Beau Beau & Noni. Please go by their blog! They are two beautiful kittehs who are ready to leave Petsmart for a real home. Thank you!
There are many, many fine kitteh blogs out there. We've been privileged to meet quite a few awesome, outstanding felines of great merit. Today we wish to honor two exceptionally special blogs.
Max the Psychokitty: Max was the first kitteh blogger our Mom showed us. We were immediately deeply impressed by his incredible snarkiness and worldly wisdom, yet he also has a soft side he tries to hide. And we quote: "I'm snarky, not mean". We insisted Mom buy his books and learned much thereby. He is an inspiration to us all, we think so!
Eric & Flynn's Adventures: We have a special place in our hearts for the orange ones, and here are two! We luff to visit them and find out what escapades they've been up to. The pictures they post are amazing - we think all of us get a bit wistful looking at all that luscious green grass to walk through, chew on and barf up (when needed).
So we say: Two paws up for Max, Eric and Flynn!!! (We'd make it four paws but then we'd fall over cuz we couldn't stand).
I'm a stud. I admit it. People see me and the first thing they have to ask is whether I'm male or female. (I'm a short dog, what can I say?) Then, when they find out, the second question is whether or not my person is willing to let me, uh, fulfill my manly duties with a female they know. If it wasn't for the fact I'm fixed, my person could retire and spend all her time with me. We'd be living large on my stud fees. Hehehe. - Cousin Max
Wait... is it... it's getting closer... YES IT IS!! It's Santy Claws' reindeer!!! They are getting worked up for the Big Day!! I can hear their sleigh bells jingling from here. I hope they're coming here - have I been good enuff this year?? Hmm... I think so.
Hi, it's me, Leia! And I'm taking over today. I've watched the blog posts with concern - I don't get nearly enough time here. Between Toby and cousin Max... but I know they want to keep me quiet cuz I am so much cuter than they are. I'd steal the show. So here we go!
Things to Know About ME:
1. I LUFF my Turbo Track. Beyond reason. It's completely my reason for living. I lay on it, sleep on it, sit on it, scratch it... just everything. And I know the TT totally.. you know... gets me. Unlike Toby. I luff him too but he isn't kind to me like the TT is!
2. My two fav nap places: the TT and the washing machine. My Mom put a nice purple down throw there just for me.
3. I used to be...well... between homes, shall we say. My Mom found me in the office of the Stabby Place on the counter, in a carrier. I really hated that. It was so horrid to be stuck in that plastic tomb. I watched people come and go but then one day... My Mom was there. She took me home, introduced me to Toby and let me adjust to my Forever Home in my own way and time. That was FIVE YEARS ago. That's like a squillion years ago!
4. I luff Porch Time. I have my very own space out there: my tent. I like to sit there like the Princess I am, and watch the world go by. Toby never goes in there, cuz he's too.. well... :whispers:: fat. Doesn't fit in it at all. (Don't tell him I said that. He'll sit on me and SQUASH me!).
5. Oh, yeah, my Mom calls me Princess cuz she thinks I'm totally regal and refined. And I'm a petite girl, a bit under nine pounds. She says I have the prettiest green eyes ever!
Well that's all for now... with a regal wave of my paw, I bid you all a good Thursday!!!
I'm a very patient and tolerant pup. I'll put up with growls, kittehs, Sticky Little People, etc. And just look on with the wisdom of my (13) years. But when a larger, meaner terrier who has been growling at me for a full year on my walks decides to charge *my* person, it's time to stand up and take action. So I did. And sounded larger than my real self, if I do say so. Too bad both people had good grips on their leashes. It was time to teach that mean dog a few lessons!