Posts made in March, 2006

I discoverd a new creecher

I discoverd a new creecher

I discovered a new creecher today. The Food Lady sez it is called a skwerl. I couldn’t quite figure it out. Its ears are almost invisible, they’re so tiny: how does he hear? And would ya get a load of that amazingly huge fluffy tail? What a waste of fur! When he eats, he holds the food in his hands instead of sticking his face down in it like me and my big bruther Mao do. I was...

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Happy St Patrick’s Day!

Happy St Patrick’s Day!

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Back to the Torture Chamber

Well, it was another worst-day-of-my-life day, (and they seem to be increasing in frequency). They starved me again this morning (even though I told them LOUD and CLEAR that it was past my brekfast time and I’d already gone over eight hours without a single morsel of food), and then the Food Lady took me in the blue plastic prison box to the place with the cold metal tables and barking dogs...

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Another pikchur of Mr Tasty Face

Another pikchur of Mr Tasty Face

Here I am, licking Mr Tasty Face. As you can see, my tekneek is to put my arms around his head to hold his face in place, and then I just lick and lick and lick until he makes me go down on the floor.

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Catastrophe begins with "cat"

Last nite, I was on my usual patrol of the premises when I made a dizaster. I was up on the cownter in the kitchin, heding thru the little pass-thru door into the dining room (from there, I patrol the living room and the family room, and the big downstairs piano, and then upstairs, and then back down to the kitchen again), wen sumthing spooked me. I usually try to be brave, but this was reely...

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