Pimp My Cat

This is my favorite hat, even more favorite than my cowboy hat.

Pimp My Cat

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This is a passover photo. The Food Lady wanted me to pose, but I'm not Jewish, so I didn't want to. My big bruther Mao will pose for anything, so long as the Food Lady gives him Pitr Pats, his favrut treet. He said the gefilte fish was good, too.

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Barfus

I went barfus today, in big puddles on the floor, in my bed, in my big bruther Mao's bed, and on the Food Lady and Food Dude's bed. The Food Dude pretended like he was busy in the office and waited to make the Food Lady clean it up. Poor Food Lady. It reeked. Afterward, I felt better, and then I ate a couple more cans of cat food.

Barfus

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Anuther Pikchur

I'm the little white one.

Anuther Pikchur

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Smelly Dreams

Here is a pikchur of me and my big bruther Mao --- I'm the little white one. This was one afternoon when I had really smelly dreams.

Smelly Dreams

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The Picky Thing

Sometimes I think that maybe the Food Dude and the Food Lady aren't that smart. For example, there have been two times this last week when they have tried to feed me something besides Fancy Feast Sliced Chicken in Gravy (pink can), or my second favorite, low sodium toona with lots of juice. Well, one of the things they tried to feed me --- the beefy bits in gravy stuff --- was actually pretty good, and I started to scarf it down, but then my big bruther Mao reminded me about the picky thing, so I had to act like I didn't like it, then make them open up a new can. And then later when they weren't looking, I went back and ate the beefy bits (purple can) thing. You can get way more food outta them if you act picky! My big bruther Mao is so smart.

The Picky Thing

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Urges

I don't know what's been happening to me. I get these urges that I can't quite explain. They make me jump on my big bruther Mao's back, straddling him like a horsey, and then I bite his neck. I just can't help myself. My big bruther Mao doesn't like it much and it makes him real cranky, but I don't have any control. The Food Lady was telling the Food Dude that it's time to have me fixed (like an old vacuum cleaner?), which sounds kinda scary. Every time they say that, my big bruther sounds giggles under his breath, but I don't get the joke.

Urges

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Let your fingers (er, paws) do the walking

Wow. I musta been born wtih the geek gene. I walked across the keyboard of the Food Lady's G4 laptop (which is like the cat heater, but without the heater part --- it just comes with the keyboard and a flat TV thing that she looks into --- I don't really understand what the point is of having the cat heater without the heater part), and in one walk-across I succeeded in ejecting the silver circle thing from inside the keyboard, turning the sound on (and way loud, too), and turning off the TV part to just black. Of course, you know what the Food Lady said when I did that: "OH SKEEZIX!"

Let your fingers (er, paws) do the walking

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More brown starbursts

When the Food Lady was all dressed up for church this morning, I jumped up to tell her how much I'd miss her while she was gone. And I got all snuggly becuz she seems to like it, and it makes me feel real nice inside. But when she put me down, I heard "OH SKEEZIX!" Why? because her nice new yellow sweater was decorated with little brown starbursts. She said to me, "Can't you WIPE????" But geez, I'm just a cat. What am I supposed to wipe with?

More brown starbursts

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All aboard!!!

I think I rode the rails in a former life, because I really love playing with the train set. For some reason, the Food Lady and the Food Dude don't like for me to do that, and when they see me, like in this pikchur, they yell, "OH SKEEZIX!"

All aboard!!!

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Me and the Woody

For some insane reason, the Food Lady decided I should dress up in a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses so she could take a pikchur. Well, the shirt is a hand-me-down frum my big bruther Mao, and you can see it's a little on the enormous side. And it was hard for me to concentrate because there was this palm tree sitting there for the eatin', and couldn't keep my face out of it. It wasn't as scrumptios as Fancy Feast sliced chicken in gravy, but it got the food lady to give up and take the Hawaiian shirt offa me.

Me and the Woody

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Cat Heater

Here's a pikchur of me in my favorite spot on top of the cat heater. You can see the Fancy Feast sliced chicken in gravy on my nose.

Cat Heater

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Squirts!

Well, I kinda had the squirts last night -- not bad, but bad enough to need a bath. They're starting to call me Squeezix. I got into trouble yesterday, too (so what's new, right?). I really like typing on the keyboard by the cat heater, but something bad happened, because not long after I did, the Food Dude asked the Food Lady why the home page on his Web site was screwed up. And the Food Lady went to by where the keyboard was, and she looked into the lighted part of the cat heater, and the first thing out of her mouth was "OH, SKEEZIX!" I guess I had typed "111111111111111111" into the code part and it made the pictures on the web page go all wacky. They couldn't be mad at me for long, because, let's face it, I'm adorable, but I still worry that maybe they'll make me go live somewhere else.

Squirts!

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Sittin'

Here I am sitting in the Food Dude's lap. This is one of my favorite poses.

Sittin'

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Hide and Seek

Oh, how I love the weekends. The Food Dude and the Food Lady are home for two days, and they play with me almost non-stop. The Food Lady holds me like a baby and calls me her sweet little angel boy, which is really nice, but my big bruther Mao says that I shouldn't put up with that becuz it will turn me into a sissy. Mao showed me how he recoils and scowls when she tries to kiss him. I dunno about that. I like when she kisses me. Beats the heck outta, "OH SKEEZIX!"

The Food Dude plays a fun game with me, where he runs through the house, and hides, and I have to chase after him and find him. I'm pretty good at it, becuz I find him every time.

Good News! Two whole days without a bath and squishy-poop feet. Life is good.

Hide and Seek

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OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!

I was up on the window sill in the office this morning chasing one of those little buzzy flying things and just when I got it cornered and was about to eat it: BAM! Lightening went off in my head, and it felt like my little pink nose exploded. I knocked the shutters down and jumped straight up in the air, and ran down the hall into my cat bed, but the fire on my nose didn't go out. It just got worse and worse, and I felt like there were fire ants in my bloodstream, and I started to feel a little woozy. The Food Dude chased me down and even he couldn't make the fire on my nose go away, and he called the Food Lady, and then he put me in the box and took me in the car to the place with the metal tables that smells like medicine where they used to torture me with needles. A nice lady in a lab coat poked around my nose, and did something that made it feel a tiny bit better, but the fire feeling hasn't gone away, and I'm going to miss some of my nap time, I'm sure. The nice thing is that the Food Dude comes to check me and my nose about every ten minutes, and he says nice things, and I like that.

OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!

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