A daily journal by the ugliest, stinkiest cat ever born.
If it's Friday, it must be time for anuther frootbat foto. In keeping with an erlier theem this week of showing off baby fotos, I've puld anuther one frum the arkive that shows me with my big bruther Mao. The stuff on my noze and ears? Either Fancy Feest or poop.
My Catster frend Rasta (hoo sum of yoo mite remember frum her Ranebow party 'fro wig at my berthday party -- it was groovy) has posted mooveys of her going after the party pak I sent her. The mooveys are very very funney. After she broke into the party pak and got the nip she got kinda loopy and ran up on the roof, then jumped acrost to the naybur's roof. The next day her food lady got her a harniss and leesh. Anyway, yoo can clik heer to see theze funny akshun-pakt dramas with yer own eyes. And yoo can clik heer to see the other party and party pak videyos.| You Are: 40% Dog, 60% Cat |
 You and cats have a lot in common. You're both smart and in charge - with a good amount of attitude. However, you do have a very playful side that occasionally comes out! |
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Heer is a foto of a baby vishus deer hoo is livving with nice horsies. Obveeusly, the horsie heer has no cloo abowt the terror that awates her win this baby vishus deer will grow horns and vishusly attak the horsie. Heer is whut the news story sed (frum the Bloomsburg Press Enterprise):I am too a white-tailed Appaloosa: A fawn that thinks it's a filly grazes in a pasture near Bloomsburg, Pa. Janine Engelman of Engelwood Paint Horses thinks the mother may have been killed along nearby Interstate 80 about two weeks ago. "The horses are definitely taking care of her," she saysSo shoor, they look kyoot win thare littul, but they grow up to be killing masheens!
My frend Sindri has a blog. She is the sister of Lucky Boo, hoo was one of the winners of the Party Hat contest. Her blog is mostly like a millyun pikchurs of her, and sum of them are very good, like the one of her doing a meerkat impersunayshun wich yoo can see heer.
...And heer is one of the ferst fotos ever of me likking Mr Tasty Face's tasty face:
Luxor's baby foto is very much nicer than mine, becuz he looks irresistibly KYOOT. I'm only kyoot in a ragamuffiny kind of way. Still, thare's no getting away frum the fakt that we're both froot bats!
Do yoo beleeve in miraculs? I do! Becuz Luna, the Spanish cat (wich meens she's a gato), whoze bin missing for a munth has finely been fownd!!! Pleeze take a minit to vizit her blog and give her a big welcome home! I'm so happy yer bak, Luna!!
This is how me and Rocky play win we're too pooped out frum a lot of playing. We both lay on the the floor, and we paw at eech other with our top legs. If yoo clik this foto, yoo can bigify it and see better. We can even kinda nap wile we're doing it. It's a good alternutiv if yoo still wanna play, but yoo also need a nap.
I saw a nice outfit today. It was worn by Mylon LeFevre, hoo is confyoozing. Yoo see, he has long fur on the top of his hed like the Food Lady, wiskers on his chest like Mr Tasty Face, and he wares a coller arownd his nek like a cat. This is sumthing called an "album" cuver, wich is a thing thay used to put CDs in a long time ago win CDs were bigger and bend-y and blak -- not small and shiney and non-bend-y like they are now.
My best frend Kaze sed I shood put a pikchur up for Frootbat Friday. Evry Friday the big-eared Oriental Shorthares will put thare fotos up in thare blogs. This is a pikchur of me with a Fancy Feest Go-Tee and mustash. (I'm a littul emberrussed to show the close-up of my wisker humps, becuz thare more like wisker sink-holes thare so tiny.) |
If yoo hed over to Kimo and Sabi's blog (9/20 post), yoo can enter thare capshun contest. Thare's a prize involved. It looks like it cood be a lot of fun. The Food Lady and Mr TF enjoy the Noo Yorker capshun contest evry week, even tho they say it's rigged becuz they have never ever wun it and the wuns hoo win are never as amyoozing and pithy as thare entreez are. I don't know whut "pithy" meens. I looked it up at m-w.com, but they just say it meens "consisting of or abounding in pith," wich sownds like it has sumthing to do with Rocky's pee problim.
...to start thinkin' abowt Halloween!
know him immediately - he's the giant blur whisking across the room! When he meets you, he likes to stand up on his hind legs and headbutt your hip - and he can actually reach! That's how tall he is. But as much as he loves humans, he gets along less well with other cats. In fact, he has been known to have a 'disagreement' or two. And he always wants everyone to know what is his, so he marks his territory in order to avoid any confusion. It makes perfect sense to him, but some people don't quite understand!
with a racer's speed! This cat is fast! In fact, it may be safe to say that Thumper doesn't consider herself handicapped in the least. She moves just about as quickly as any other cat - and doesn't seem even remotely self-conscious about her legs. She is bright and attentive, always looking about to see what people are doing and making sure she's included in the activities. There's something chipper about her. She has a very upbeat presence.
I'm going to be posting all of my party fotos sumtime this week, but I coodn't wate to show yoo whut my frends Gimme and Ele' got me for my berthday: a berthday cake with MY FACE on the top of it! It was the most inkredibul thing! Gimme has a Harley Davidson hat that I covet, and Ele' has the most byootiful PINK tutu that caused the Food Lady to buy me a pink tutu for my berthday!
I got in trubbul tonite. I got a presint today frum my frend Icon Baxter-Bentley and his sister Kateri, and win the Food Lady put the box down before she wint to hide it (frum Mao the Presint-Eeter) I just had to sneek a peek at whut was inside the exsellent box it was maled in. I just got started poking arownd win the Food Lady came and skolded me for peeking and she took the box away.
One of the games yoo can play at home on Saterday is PIN THE TALE ON THE MAOBUTT.Heer is a moovey I made planely showing Mao eeting my berthday presints.
(Post #393)
It was a good day after all. My best frends Shabby and Kalin emaled me a ginormous gift certifikit. It was unbeleevubul! Then, both the man in the bloo shorts and the kyoot guy in the brown shorts brot me berthday presints. Heer I am, ixamining them. WOW! is all I can say. The party pooping Food Lady refyoozes to let me open them until my party, and she promist (cross her hart) that she wood put them ware Mao coodn't eet them. (She gave me the "Didn't yoo tell them no presints?" speech, too.) I got one frum Rosie & Cheeto, Grover, Grr & Midnight & Cocoa, and Kaze & Latte. WOO HOO! I cannot cannot cannot WATE until my berthday. Thanks, evryone!
I'm just so mad and upset. The Food Lady has bin putting my berthday presents in a box and saving them for my berthday. It's hard for me to wate that long, but I gess she knows whut she's doing.
Well, last nite, my big bruther Mao BROKE INTO THE BOX, opend it, and tride to eet my presints!! He put the bitey on them and shook them reel hard, and then started taking them out of the box. CAN YOO IMAJIN???
Now all my byootiful berthday wrappings have Mao's fang marks all over them, and thare praktikly ripped to shreds. I think the Food Lady needs to let me open all my berthday presints rite away before Mao deestroys them!
(POST #391)
Mr Tasty Face has a littul hand compyooter wich sumtimes he calls a blakberry and sumtimes he calls a crackberry. He takes it with him evryware he goze. This is a pikchur of me and him looking at my website on it. It has littul teeny tiney keys that yoo press for the letters. I don't think I cood tipe my blog on it becuz the keys are only like three molecules wide and my paws are much wider than that (even tho I don't have big man cat feet like Kismet).
It took a littul longer than I planned becuz I made a fort out of the boxes, and put my sleeping bag over the top for a roof, and played for a wile:
Anyway, evrywun shood have thare party paks in plenty of time for the party. I have a cuppul left, so if yoo didn't send me yer address, yoo still have time. If not, Rocky sez he has dibs on all the leftover nip.
Bumpy the Cat has been busted as a kleptomanicat. Heer is sum of the stuff he stoled:
Kaze's bruther Latte ternd one yeer old today. HAPPY BERTHDAY, LATTE the MEEZER! Yoo shood drop by his blog and wish him a happy day!
Look hoo just wanderd in to the blogosfeer! It's Luxor, hoo looks like he cood be my green-eyed bruther! Go to his blog rite this minit, and add a link to him frum yer blogs, too! Welcome, Luxor!
This is the resepshunist at Bullevard Pet Hospital. Yes, it's a dawg. I'm not too happy abowt it, but then win I'm in my prizzin box, I don't have much say in the matter.
This is one of the rooms at the vet man's place. I like this room the best, becuz the Skeezix Gallery is in this room. It's ware my frend Jeen puts all of my greeting cards that I send her. Jeen is very nice but I didn't see her win I wint today.
And heer is the star of the show: the vet man, aka the man in the bloo kote. He's always trying to figyur out a way to git in my blog. OK, Mr Nice Vet Man, heer yoo go!
Sumtimes I don't understand him very well. For igsample, win we wint to take his pikchur, he sed if he'd known he was going to have his pikchur taken, he wood have fixed his hare. Whut duz that meen? As anywun can planely see, he has even less hare than I do. Whut's to fix?(You'll notis he has very nice whisker humps.)
He's done a pritty good job of fixing my sqwerts. I just had a littul relapse resently. Now I have to put barfy stuff on my food agin. I can garuntee that will not go over well. Except that I notist it was made by Purina, hoo makes Fancy Feest sliced turkey in gravy, so maybe I won't notis how barfy it tastes.
My frend Mark took Rocky in the bak. Forchewnitly, they brot Rocky back into the room after they took him in the bak. They mite have stuk needuls in him. Rocky was not as lowd on the way home. Mark was waring a very nice teal colured jakit. I wore my sporty Hang Ten tshert with the bloo collur. The vet man asked why I ware clothes. The Food Lady explaned that I have a highly developt fashun sense and not much hare. The vet man understood.
Heer's me and my big bruther Mao in our catbed. I'm the littul wite one. As yoo can planely see, Mao is snuggling with me reel nice. Further proof that he duzn't hate my guts.
Is this not the most byootiful outfit yoo've seen in yer life? This was in a parade in Brooklyn, wich meens my frend Kismet probly saw this womin in all her pinkniss.
I proklame today "Kiss yer big bruther/big sister" day. Put yer arms arownd his/her nek and give 'em a big wet one. Even I know that big bruthers and sisters have to put up with a lot frum us kids, and so it's nice once in a wile to say "Thanks fer putting up with me!"
Do yoo see ware the krokodile hunter was killed today by a stingray? I reely liked watching the krokodile hunter on teevee. He was always taking chances with very danjerus kranky animuls like snakes and krokodiles, but I never ever once saw him with vishus deer, wich gives yoo sum idea of how vishus the vishus deer must be if even the krokodile hunter won't go neer them. The krokodile hunter was evry animul's frend, and we will miss him.
Winever Mr Tasty Face is werking (wich is praktikly evry minit of the day), I stay close to him in case he needs help. Win I'm not on his sholder, I'm sitting with him in his chare. This also makes it eezier for me to take over the chare win he gits up. I like pretending like I'm the CEO, sitting in the CEO chare. In this pikchur, I'm just hangin', wating for my next asinemint.
Last week's pole asked, "Whut scares yoo most?" The kleer winner was "Lowd toy-sucker-upper masheen" with 26.8% Heer's the rundown:
Lowd toy-sucker-upper masheen: 26.8%
Strange peeple: 22%
The innernet braking so I can't blog: 14.6%
Vishus deer: 12.2%
Win the peeple bring owt the big box and put thare clothes in it: 9.8%
Running out of treets: 9.8%
Lightning: 4.9%
Thanks for participating. Watch this space for a new pole soon!
This is my sleepin bag wich is IXAKTLY LIKE KISMET's sleepin bag (wich yoo can see in his 6/6/6 blog). Akshully, I don't use it so much for sleepin, but for hidin. It's a good hidin' bag. And they have littul mowsies on top that akt as cammofloj so that whutever I'm stalking can't see me, and I can pownce like the mitey tiger win they leest ixpekt it. Yoo can planely see in this pikchur that the stuffed mowsie heer hides me so well, yoo can barely see me. This is importunt to know if I ever have to lern to servive in the wild. Wich I hope I won't have to do, but it pays to be prupared.
My good frend, SLJ, finely got the FOS (Frends of Skeezix) shert I sent him, and he agreed to poze for a pikchur with me wile he's waring it. Given how bizzy he is promoting his new hit blokbuster moovey, Snakes on a Plane, it ment a lot to me for him to take the time out to do this. I think yoo'll agree, he's the best!
Heer I am, bizzily gitting all the party paks reddy to send owt to my frends so that they can sellubrate my berthday with me. As yoo can planely see, theze are reely good party paks that have stuff in them like Catnip and toys and treets and Mane Lobster and Filay Mignon (whutever that is) and best of all, FOS swag. So, I'm still wating for the man in the bloo shorts to send me the boxes to male them in, but they shood go out sumtime this week.
I was born the runt of the litter, and I'm still a scrawny little runt. Altho I'm allejidly a purebred Simeze/Balineze (I have "papers"!), I used to think maybe my mom was a ho and my dad was not the same dad that my byootiful sisters had until my best innernet frend Shabby pointed me to the Wikipedia entry for Oriental Shorthairs, and I fownd the Skeezix Family, including my twin, Mighty Mite. I have crossed eyes, a crook in my tale, satellite dish ears, a very lowd voice and really screwed up splotchy coloring. In short, I'm a mess. But I'm a kyoot mess. The Food Lady pikt me insted of pikking one of my byootiful sisters becuz I was spunky and outgoing and the butt-ugliest thing she'd ever seen. I make up for these shortcomings by being extremely personable, affekshunit and funny. Every morning, I lik Mr Tasty Face's tasty face to thank him for letting me stay. And I'm lucky becuz I have a big bruther, Mao, who teeches me things like how to be a picky eeter and how to project my voice frum the bottom of the stares to wake everybody up. Mao's the best big bruther in the entire werld.
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