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[16 Nov 2007|09:42am] |
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There's a new lady in the green room now.
For a while, Mommy had nothing but boys in there. One was really fond of me. Although he called me "K-Flo," he would often tell Mommy not to talk to me in her baby voice. He even recognized me - rightly so, I might add - as a mighty hunter, not some subdued puddy tat.
But this lady is just as nice. She doesn't allow for cuddles on the bed; she won't even let me in her room. But she chitchats with me, and gives me my tuna treat when Mommy's not home.
And speaking of Mommy not being home, she's been gone quite a lot ever since a new man has come around. He's also very nice to me, and Mommy is full of joy all of time now.
I think I might have to claw her feet in her sleep if he stops coming around.
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[05 Apr 2007|10:49pm] |
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There was a dog here for a long while.
Well, I don't know if it could have really been classified as a "dog," per se; it was smaller than I was, for Heaven's sake! For the first month I couldn't decide whether to chase it or simply kill and eat it like a common rat.
The dog and its lady are both gone now. Mommy's been a lot angry and a little wistful ever since, but I think she's finally over it.
There's a new person coming in to the room. He kind of looks like a younger version of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) blixameow's person, hacked. He comes with a smaller girly person who helps him and Mommy a lot. I have sniffed what few boxes he has brought over, and from what I can tell, he seems like good folk. Well, good for a back scratch and occasional bed raid, anyway. ;)
Tonight she called me her "Feasty Beastie!"
*SIGH*
I have chosen to overlook the ignorance (not to mention insult) she displays when she calls me her *shudder* "Bunny," but this is too much.
I may just have to give in, give up... and eat her face while she sleeps.
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[06 Mar 2006|06:48pm] |
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Here I sit, lord of my domain, flanked by a giant bottle of red wine and two amber-colored bottles of beer. If I were a person, I'd be in a drunkard's paradise.
Oh well. Back to the carpet for me. Maybe Mommy will stop clacking away and staring at that white screen and come snuggle.
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[30 Nov 2005|07:08pm] |
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I have a bad habit.
It all started when Mommy first took me in. I would see the silver shining at the bottom of my bowl, and scrape out pieces of dry food onto the floor. At first, Mommy thought it was cute, took pity on me, and refilled my bowl.
Over time, though, she started to get mad. Really mad. Like, waking up in the middle of a dead sleep to the sound of food hitting the floor and shouting at me.
Still, no matter how tired she was, no matter how angry she was, she would always refill the bowl.
Well I guess tonight she had enough.
I'm spoiled. I won't deny it. I've gotten to where, now, I scrape out the food when I can't even see the bottom, only when the bowl is a little bit full, almost empty.
Tonight while she was working, Mommy came storming into the kitchen and said, "So, you wanna eat your food off the floor, do you? Well, HERE YOU GO, little man!", and dumped my bowl of food out all over the floor.
She even put the bowl up on the counter where I couldn't get to it.
BITCH.
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[18 Nov 2005|01:02pm] |
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Mommy's handsome friend with the long hair, blueeyedsoul, asked me last night if I was getting wider or just "fluffier for the winter".
Hmph.
See if I ever rub up against HIS legs again.
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[20 Oct 2005|11:16am] |
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She has so many names for me.
Mama's Little Man.
Snuggle Bunny.
Chubzor!
Little Stinkbutt.
My Handsome.
I just call her The Lady with the Lap and the Food.
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[03 Sep 2005|02:15pm] |
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She thinks she's going to type.
She thinks she's gonna ignore me like every day when she's busy.
But I have other plans...
Yay for paws, or more accurately, yay for claws!
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[27 Jun 2005|11:18pm] |
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Soooo.... sleepy.
The lady with the child has come back.
The house is full of women again.
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[14 May 2005|11:55pm] |
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The tall man who likes men is leaving soon.
Mommy seems sad, though she tries to pretend she's not.
I just realized something: she has been my human now for over 4 years.
I'm glad I picked her.
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[09 Apr 2005|12:01am] |
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My water bowl is newly cleaned.
Spring is here, which means I get to shed that winter fur; maybe now people will stop calling me a fatty.
But when it comes to truly great things, nothing beats the "1! 2! 3!" jump into Mommy's lap for a nice long snuggle.
Mommy petting is the best, by far.
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[29 Dec 2004|01:13am] |
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The other woman has been gone now for over a week.
Though it's nice to have a huge bed all to myself for napping, I don't get to sneak in late at night and try to cuddle with her.
Plus, there's the additional petting I was getting.
I also miss hearing her call me "Misch".
*sigh*
Guess it's back to Mommy's love for now... that is, of course, until the new guy moves in... then it's "Hello, fresh meat!"
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[07 Dec 2004|12:43am] |
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I am on Mommy's lap.
I am being petted lots... mostly 'cos I keep butting her hands off the keyboard with my head.
All is right with the world.
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[21 Aug 2004|01:29am] |
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The new woman in the room that was once home to sinaesthesia... she's nice, but not much for sharing!
She speaks to me in a strange thick language, tosses me off the bed as soon as I start kneading myself a good place to sleep.
But she says I'm the sweetest kitty she's ever met... so she can't be ALL bad!
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[25 Jul 2004|11:38pm] |
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The child creature plays with lots of things.
Usually she tries to play with me... even when I hide under chairs.
I do, however, like the "grass" (thin strips of green construction paper) she has left behind on the floor.
Almost as fun to bat around and chew as those occasional rubber bands I find...
*sigh*
Where will I laze away the days when sinaesthesia's couch is gone?
Better get in as many naps as I can while the nappin's good!
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[06 Jul 2004|01:24pm] |
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*Ack!*
Hairballs.
Filthy foul knots of Hell.
Oh the joys of summer.
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[04 Jul 2004|05:17pm] |
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That funny-looking bloke who bangs and shrieks a lot is here again.
marksousa. That's what the ladies of the house call him, I believe.
I love him.
He's always good for lap loving and leg rubbing.
And he always seems so happy to see me.
Cries out "FLOYD!!!" and scoops me up baby-style.
I just wish his jacket wasn't so pointy.
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[21 Jun 2004|03:16am] |
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Mommy didn't get in 'till about 3 tonight, which meant that I stayed inside all day.
I couldn't see her at first when she pulled up outside; I was being blinded by the glare of endotoxin's headlights.
And my day?
Spent most of it comatose in a ball on the sofa.
I need bugs.
There's no sense of sport in my dry food.
It's just THERE... no chase, no pounce, no kill and shred.
YAY cockroaches!
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