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Friday, February 3rd, 2012
11:17 am

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Wednesday, October 5th, 2005
5:56 am
Okay, so maybe Awful isn't so bad after all. We chase and jump and I'm teaching her how to coo instead of meow all the time, and sometimes we bat paws!

I guess she's tolerable.

But I'll keep my eyes on her. Kittybits can be sneaky.

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Friday, September 30th, 2005
5:07 pm
I will NOT be swayed by the new kitty. She has plans to take over! I know it, I just KNOW IT. She wants my food and my kittycurl space by daddy!

I mean "it", not "she".

It's an it.

I will not be swayed by it's repeated attempts a play, or by that cutesy thing it does when it rolls on it's back and wiggles and then looks at me.

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Thursday, September 29th, 2005
2:35 pm
It looks funny, and it's noisy like my brother.

At least it has stripes.

Dad calls it "Awful" and says it's a girl like me.

I'll agree on it being awful. It keeps trying to SNIFF me.

Still, I want to know more about it. Just to, you know, show daddy how lame it is and get it sent back to wherever it's from.

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Wednesday, September 28th, 2005
10:10 am
There is another kitty in this house.

Daddy is not allowed to touch me.

I am not pleased.

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8:50 am
I can smell it.

I can hear it.

I do not like it, and daddy is no longer my friend.

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Tuesday, July 5th, 2005
8:04 am
Daddy slept and slept and slept all weekend. I think he was feeling icky, but I didn't care, because I got to sleep by daddy ALL WEEKEND LONG. =^.^=

And then he up and left last night and went to work. =o.O=

How stupid is that? There was a perfectly fine bed and a perfectly willing kittycurl partner all here and ready to make it day three. When he gets home I'm going to give him a talking to he won't soon forget. I'll be so mouthy he'll think I was Siamese. =-.- =

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Wednesday, May 25th, 2005
8:00 am
Daddy stayed home with me all night last night. =^.^=

I don't remember the last time that happened.

He always says he's got to go out to this work place so he can bring home the kittyfood. Kittyfood should just magically appear at the door every day. Daddies and mommies shouldn't have to leave their kitties to go get it. That's just not right.


I think he just leaves to be in the car.

When I was a kittybit I rode in the car daddy had, on the back of the seat behind his head. It was a big car, but I was smaller then. He keeps saying he'll take me for a ride in the car he just got, but he's always out and busy. He said something about a horse, but I don't know. I've seen horses on TV and it seems silly for people to drive a horse. A couple of times when he went out he was gone for days and came back smelling like other kitties and FEMALES and the place where I was born, but he doesn't take me because there are so many kitties and doggies where he goes, and he knows I have my fill of others pretty quick, like him. I'm my daddy's daughter like that.

But still, he says because he's gone so much at work he's thinking about bringing home another kittybit. I sort of like the idea of having company. I miss being able to watch the kitties that were outside my window last year, but at the same time, I don't know that I would want some little fuzzy thing running around and taking daddy's attention away from me. We do well together.


The other day, Daddy says this place called the bank owns his soul now.

That's silly.

I own daddy's soul.

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Friday, December 24th, 2004
4:08 am
The world has been crazy!

First for some reason daddy and I had to leave and we stayed at this other place with these people and this dog and a BAJILLION kitties, and I couldn't go out so I had to stay locked in the bathroom for a WEEK, and in the box half that. At night though, when the dog and kitties were put away he'd let me out and we'd play for a while and then kittycurl sleepwise. And then just when we got home, like, a couple days later, I got shoved into the box again and spent the next MONTH riding around all over. There was another dog and an old grumpy cat and two little girls that wouldn't stop touching me! The bigger one learned fast and was nice, but the little one wouldn't stop chasing me around, so I hissed at her and then scratched her to put her in her place. But I got to play with their toys. They had a HOUSE inside the room with little people in it, and tables too small for me to sleep on, and I climbed inside and knocked everything out so I could lay down all comfy-like. From there I could see the WHOLE ROOM and watch the door and make sure daddy was safe while he curled up all kittywise and slept.

Then after a couple of weeks we drove around some more and stayed in another place in another city. That place had lots of smells, and I was protect-o-kitty, and sat window-watching people.

After that we finally went home, and then just as I was getting all back and settled in and not all jumpy every time a bag rattled or something moved, there was a BIG STORM, and daddy put me in my box and sat with me in the closet all night long while everything around shook!


That time daddy protected me, and he sat there all night singing to me and petting me through the front of the box to make sure I wouldn't be scared. =^.^=

After, I couldn't see outside for the longest time, and then when I could again, bunches of the trees with the squirrels and birds I watch during the day were GONE.

Slowly things have been getting back to normal, just how I like it, but daddy left last week and didn't take me with him and he was gone for days. I wasn't happy when he got back, and I let him know.

I was angry he didn't take me with him, but I knew he was coming back, he had to come back, because daddy and I protect each other.

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Monday, March 29th, 2004
12:09 pm - Today there was LIZARD
It got in through the window, but daddy caught it.

Daddy never lets me catch anything.

What am I supposed to do with this? Let it out and then we'll talk.

And so daddy let it loose.


grr. I should have been more specific.

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Saturday, March 27th, 2004
10:28 am
First daddy broke me of my Q-tip interest.

Now he's trying to break me of my rubber band interest.

He calls it an addiction, but I can stop at any time.

I don't need the fluffy Q-tips. All white and fuzzy and cottony soft. All tile floor slidey and up-wall batty. All easy to get wet in the tub and drop on his foot.

I don't need the wriggly, snappy, fighty rubberbands.


I have discovered the magical taste sensation...of licking envelopes.

And stamps.

And post-it notes.

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Saturday, March 20th, 2004
10:18 am
Daddy has been drawing rodents.


I cannot chase rodent drawings.

If I cannot chase them or eat them then what good are they?

There is only one other purpose. I have decided to remedy this situation by laying on them. If I can't see them, and he can't get to them, they don't exist.


Daddy keeps saying that having kitty is like trapping a squirrel and letting it loose in the house.


I'm still not quite sure what that means, but I think I'm insulted.

I will inform him of my feelings...when he's good and asleep, and then I will POUNCE his head. :3

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Friday, March 19th, 2004
8:40 am - =O.O=
I am the great furry hunter!



In my attempt to defend my home I have taken out two mosquitoes and one moth this week.

Well, okay, so with the mosquitoes I just mrowred until daddy came in, and then I stared REALLY HARD at them until he saw them and smacked them. But they knew, so they count. The moth I got all on my own, though. Daddy doesn't like it when I get the moths but he doesn't understand that if they report back then OTHERS will follow. =o.o=

Or maybe he does, I'm not sure.

Sometimes I think daddy gets stuff just fine. It's like he has magical powers. He can make me yawn just by him yawning. =o.O=

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Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003
5:49 pm - Go! Go! Hyper-velocity protectokitty!
Now that daddy's denied me the love of the Q-Tip, the tub is the bestest fun late a night when the windows are boring. Well, when I'm not tearing around and digging in the papers daddy lays on the bed for me, at least. I can smack the water, and the back of the tub is just right for things sliding back down after I smack them up.

Daddy doesn't understand the invisible monsters. I see them, because I'm specialsuperkittygirl, and even though daddy sometimes thinks I'm crazy when I mew at the wall, he doesn't understand that I'm there facing down the forces of EVIL. Of course, after I've saved the universe...I require sleep, and daddy's toys are toastified and snuggly.

Sometimes I require LOTS of sleep. But no matter where I kittycurl...I'm always ready in an instant. I am always watching.

Unfortunately, daddy doesn't understand that when he puts me in the other room, I can't protect him...though I try.

The tub makes a good fortress for launching sneak attacks, too!

I am ever vigilant.


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Sunday, June 8th, 2003
1:06 am - =o.O=
Daddy had people.



They smelled like the old place, like where I was born. They had lots of smells. Mmm...shoesmells.

But they were nice. They gave me fuzzy mice and played with me LOTS. They took daddy away, but not long, and then they played with me more. And then they took him away AGAIN...but came back.

I'm glad this doesn't happen lots. I'm all worn out from entertaining them with my running and jumping, and the POUNCING of the mice.

I like the fuzzymouse that looks like daddy's hair. I think I will kittycurl with it and go sleepies.

current mood: tired

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Monday, May 26th, 2003
8:23 am - prey
I have run of the house.

I climb on everything.

Daddy chased me, and then daddy started acting like...kitty =o.O=

So I chased daddy around and around the house!


He thought he was so fast! I jumped up on the couch and ran across it and took insaneDoomkittyflyingleapofDOOM!

I always catch my prey.

Now...I must bring daddy band-aids.

current mood: amused

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Wednesday, May 14th, 2003
8:58 pm - =O.O=
Oh dear GOD...

It's my first birthday. Daddy spent the morning in bed with me all kittycurled under the blankets. Then later he ABANDONED ME.

Took me into the other room and left me there.

Sure, it has the kittysleep cabinet that's all high and comfycool, but STILL.

I was there forever!

And then he brought me back into my room and NOTHING WAS RIGHT.

The bed's all broken in half and part leaning against the wall o.O

And...and...all the STUFF is gone. And...and there are all these SHELVES all up one wall.

Nothing crinkles when I walk.

But, well, I can walk across the part of the bed that's all tilted high.

And, you know...those shelves look like they could be crawly fun.



Maybe this will be okay.

Oh...new fuzzyballs!


current mood: anxious

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Tuesday, April 29th, 2003
1:40 am - ZOOM!
Daddy says it's getting close to time to celebrate my birthday. He says it's not my really real birthday, just the day he brought me home, but I was such a little bit that it's pretty close.

I have just gotten done running crazykitty.

I hid some of daddy's pens again.

OH! And there is the BEST place to sleep, right by the window, on top of this big metal filing cabinet! I can see everything EVERYWHERE. Sometimes I think I can see mommy if I squint hard.

Bath time. Crazykitty always means messy fur I have to lick straight afterwards.

current mood: accomplished

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Monday, March 3rd, 2003
5:22 pm - Daddy has been ignoring me for weeks!
He's been all intent and stuff, like I get watching the water drip in the tub. And then he just ABANDONS me in the middle of the night, gone and then back again, not just once but bunches of times, and I don't understand. He should be getting kittymunchies or here. That's it.

But he made up for it by being here today, giving me combs and curling kittynap like with me for a bit.

He needs to do that more often. Every five minutes would be good.

Daddy also says I have a Q-tip problem. I don't know what he's talking about, I can quit any time I want.

current mood: calm

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Thursday, December 19th, 2002
10:29 am - I have BIG EYES
And big eyes means I'm all about trouble right now.

I have discovered the wonders of having my chin rubbed. Before I didn't want anyone touching me there, but now...I just want to lay and have my chin rubbed.

I have also discovered that daddy likes it when I make the cooing noise. It makes him smile. And so I make the cooing noise when I run around and knock stuff over, because if he's smiling, he can't get mad at me.

Mommy brought pictures when she came:

This is Tweaker!:

And daddy with me when I was just a little bit:

And mommy telling the whole world to watch out, because Misha and I were on the loose!

And my brother Misha and I:

Daddy says that Misha looks like that because on the way home there was a BIG truck that drove by and Misha was closer to the window so it scared all the stripes off of him.

I think he's just adopted, but we're not supposed to tell him that.

Either way I love him. He's one of the few boys that isn't ick.

current mood: mischievous

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