The Further Adventures of Maobert Nichols, a cranky, middle-aged Siamese Cat who is tormented by his younger brother, Skeezix the Cat whom he refers to as "the wite rat".
The wite rat got sum noo clothes in the male, but they have to be alterd* by the Food Lady to fit him cuz he's a runt. I had a look: they were pritty stylish! So win the wite rat wuzn't looking, I tride on his noo Huh-why-un shert. I think maybe orange is my color!Labels: Fashun Show Friday, luau, wite rat
NOTE TO SELF: Not the optimal pozishuning for the heetid cat cup.Labels: hed to tale with Mr Poopy, stinky
The food lady orderd noo Red Catnip Harts frum Simeeze Reskyoo for us becuz Kaze got me one but after evrybuddy took terns steeling it frum me, Trip ript into it and went krazy and it kind of ixploded. So she got us all owr own harts and if Trip rips his to shreds, that's just tuff beens for him.Labels: ikea roks, kaze, my noo tunnel box, reely potent catnip harts, siamese rescue store
Heer's that psyko stray cat Tripper and his gerlfrend, Tiger. Tiger is not psyko like that stoopid Trip is -- she's pritty mellow and stays owt of the way. Trip loves her. Ixsept win he bunny-kiks the bejeesus owt of her. I don't think that's any way to treet a lady, but Tiger duzn't seem to mind. Pleeze notiss how big Trip's jowls are gitting to be. One morning, he'll wake up and realize he looks just like Winstin Cherchill. He's a porker. Labels: tabby tuesday, tiger, trip, tripper
Heer I am, watching my catcup, wich has the blankie frum my gerlfrend, Kaze, in it. Even tho it's bin washt a sqwillion times, I think I can still smell Kaze on the blankie. I am watching my catcup becuz that stoopid wite rat acts like it's HIS, and it's not: it's MINE, and I'm wating for him to leeve so I can ketch up on my napping. Just look at how all spred owt he is: he duzn't even make room so he can share the catcup with me --- even tho I shoodn't have to share it becuz, as I sed, IT'S MINE! Win he comes over win I'm sleeping in it, I always give him lots of room so we can share, but win he's in it, he duzn't even skootch over one INCH to give me room to git in. So I watch, and I wate, and maybe if he duzn't leeve soon, I'll go over and lay down rite on top of him!Labels: kaze, kaze's pink blankit, the wite rat is a cat cup hog
This is my Poang chare. My gerlfrend Kaze has one ixzaktly like it. I sit in mine aand imajin that Kaze is sitting in hers and we're sorta together even tho we're 3000 sqwillion miles apart.Labels: ikea roks, kaze, poang chare
It is with a vary hevvy hart that I share the nooz that owr vary deer frend, Fudge Ripple (one of DaisyMae's Feeline Amerikans) was helped to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday at 2:15pm. Pleeze drop by thare blog to pay yer respekts. Fudgie was a vary gentle, sweet cat and we will miss him vary much.Heer is a messije frum the wite rat. (Blogger's sik, too, and won't let him publish posts):
I haven't bin feeling too good, and I've blowing chunks and having bad sqwerts and my tummy's bin reely qweezy and I haven't bin purring AT ALL or even eeting, and all I wunt to do is kerl up in a dark korner and sleep. So the Food Lady put me in the prizzin box and took me to Bullevard Pet Hospitul and they torcherd me and I came home yesterday afternoon, but I mite have to go bak in on Munday. They give me flooids and wunt to make shur they keep me going wile I shake off whutever bug I have. All my bludwerk was okay, ixsept for my wite cownt, wich was high. So I'm also gitting antey biotix wich is a fansy werd for barfy medisin. I felt a littul better this morning. I kerld up with the Food \Lady and purred, and I ate a littul tiny bit of toona. So thare is progress!
Thank yoo all for yer good wishes and purrs and purrayers. It makes me feel a lot better! I mite not be blogging tomorrow if I'm bak in the hospitul, but I made Mao promiss to keep evrywun updated on his blog. I thank my lukky stars that my speshul frend Daisy is a dokter in trayning. She mite have to make a howse call!
Labels: hoo's gonna be my pillow?, sik, wite rat
The wite rat is bak, but he smells all medisinny and all he's doing is sleeping. The ladey brot him bak home this afternoon in the bloo prizzin box, and she had barfy medisin with her. He duzn't look so good. Well, at leest he didn't brake his skinny nek rok-kliming in Yo-semmitey.
Labels: wite rat
The ladey drest up the wite rat this afternoon and shuvd him into the prizzin box and drove off in the bloo masheen. She came bak, but he didn't. It's cold in my cat cup withowt him, and he also is a vary good pillow. And Rocky duzn't have anybuddy to play with him, so he's doing his whining thing wich is cutting into my nap time.
Bonnie Underfoot: Congratulayshuns! Yer the winner of the "Gess my 200th Post Kontest." Do yoo have a WhirlyBird? Let me know so I'll know whether to send yoo the hole set or just a bunch of extra berdies!
Labels: 200th post, bonnie underfoot
With upolujeez to Bob Dylan, the title of this pikcher is "Tangled up and Pink":
Labels: bob dylan, heetid cat cup, kaze's pink blankit, wite rat
My name is Mao. My full name is Maobert, but I go by Mao. Except when I git in trubble. Sometimes I'm called Maobert Schnickles, which I think is stoopid. I'm dignified. I'm a Simeze cat. I'm lowd. I have a little bruther named Skeezix hoo is the bane of my existence. I call him the wite rat because he looks like a big-eared lab rat. He duz undignified things with me. Sumtimes I get trapped in garages. I like Pitr Pats. I know lots of tricks like shake, high five, sit, git in the box.
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