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Send more mouses!

October 18th, 2006 (11:52 am)
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Momma helps me sometimes, because the mouses in this house seem to live under things that I can't reach under, like the Hot Tumbly Cave and the Cold Box and the thing that Momma always scolds me for trying to jump on. She says it is hot, but every time I touch it it doesn't feel hot, and SHE touches it! >_<
ANYway. So Momma will call a Mouse Hunt, and she'll get the flashy-light and a big wooden spoon and fish out all the mouses for me. Then we'll have a couple of really FUN days where she'll throw mouses all day long. SO FUN!

Speaking of mouses, Momma told me that the thing that smells good and makes me kick it is also a mouse, but I can't bother to look too closely. I MUST CHEW AND KICK IT. I don't know why. I just hafta!

Also, I found a secret cave in the place Momma calls bathroom closet. It is warm and snuggly. Momma says that's because I'm sleeping in her underwear, whatever that means. Between that, the wonderful snuggly bed, and taking over Daddy's lap every evening, I think I've got all the best places to nap!

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catster

May 10th, 2006 (10:40 pm)

pee ess I have a catster now and you know you wanna see it

http://www.catster.com/?312436

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...You don't know! I'm the cat!

May 10th, 2006 (08:48 pm)

Dear Momma,

When I jump up on the counter and you have yummy foodses there, you are SUPPOSED TO GIVE ME SOME. Because I am cute. And I am The Cat, and therefore important and deserving of the meetloafs.
Washing all the meets off your hands then picking me up with the wet hands is WRONG! So wrong! And icky! I had to lick myself ALL over after that. And you called me a poopster! *pout*

And then - THEN! You LAUGHED AT ME. Because I fell did a spectacular leap off the counter when I tried to get back up there.
You don't know! You don't know that I meant to do that!


... I'm the cat. You don't know!

Mean ol' Momma.

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I ate it; it was good.

April 27th, 2006 (04:13 pm)

Momma is good to me - when she's not forgetting me while SHE'S getting food and leaving me SO HUNGRY and I have to cry and cry to get a tiny morsel of yummies. Momma brings me lots of things to hunt and chew. Lately I've wanted to chew a LOT. I dunno why! It feels good!
But she got me this thing she calls a "cat dancer" - I DO NOT DANCE! I LEAP MIGHTILY! - and it tasteded so good and was good to chew and I gnaweded and gnawded... and now is broke.
Momma said the other one is almost broke.
*pout*

Also, someone please tell Momma that when I bring her the mouse TO HER like she's always asking for, she's supposed to throw it!
Even if she is sleepin'. That's why I poke her with my nose!

Wake up and throw mouse, Momma! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.

squeegee_cat [userpic]

Momma, pay attention!

March 23rd, 2006 (08:44 am)
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current mood: MOUSE!

Momma, throw mouse!
Momma, throw mouse!
Momma, throw mouse!

Momma, throw mouse!!


...Momma?

MOUSE!

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March 3rd, 2006 (09:58 am)
bouncy

current mood: bouncy

Yesterday, Mama lefteded me in the bathroom and closed the door. She even turned out the light! I was sad, but she didn't find me for a looooooong time. Maybe days or years!
...I mean, how would I know, I was sleepin'.
When she found me, she was SO sad and she petted me lots and gave me a treat. I guess I forgive her.

Today I discovered that I shouldn't eat Mama's little plants. I didn't really like the roses, but they kept fighting back! I HAD to knock them over! Besides, Mama should just learn that all windows are MINE.


... Curtains are MINE too.

squeegee_cat [userpic]

whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

February 28th, 2006 (02:47 pm)
irate

current mood: irate

WHY won't Mama let me shred those dangly pieces of cloth in the windows? They aren't DOING anything! They're just hanging there, and everyone KNOWS that means they're trying not to get attacked!

Mama is *so* mean. Guess I'll have to kill my cat dancer instead.

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Mrow?

February 28th, 2006 (11:21 am)

Mama made this journal for me, because I begged her to let me play at the computer. She says it will keep me away from those "evil 'lectric cords" which I think means I was bein' bad again.

Is okay, she'll forgive me when I look at her all cute-like. The other kitties at the shelter taught me all about lookin' cute to get my way. Mama and Daddy have NO idea of my powers!

Oh, I hafta go. She just knocked a twistie tie-thing onto the floor! *pounce*

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