Wednesday, October 15, 2008

You kitty bloggers is making mama cry

Mama is so happy to see that you remembered Miss Simone's Purrthday! Miss Simone is sure getting old...she was old as dirt, now she is older than dirt. She turned 17 last month. And she is crazier than ever. She's taken up residence in the laundry room because she's forgetting to use her box like a normal kitty and she's still getting her stupid baths. The staff needs to keep their eyes on her 24/7 cuz there is no telling what she might do!

I haven't been blogging, but I have loved your encouragement. There just was nothing happening to me. My imprisonment continues. I only get to on supervised walks around the prison, ehm, back yard once a day, on a good day. Now I can't even go into the bedrooms and sleep on Mama's bed because everyone's allergies are acting up and I'm "too furry." Whatever. I'm gorgeous and you know it. Life just isn't exciting when a man-cat is limited to one floor and the rest of beans have a whole house and world outside to explore!

My latest news is my big adventure. I am visiting my cousin-cats, Princess and Jack. Mama is watching them while their Mama (Mama's cousin) is visiting the grate state of Virginia. I thought I'd come along for the ride, since I was going a bit stir crazy. My cousins are not being the best hosts. Princess is just being a girl. What do you expect? I live with two of them so I understand and don't take the hissing personally. Jack-Man, though, I thought he'd be cool. It's just taking some time for him to warm up to me. I hope that we can have some real man-cat fun by the end of the week. Mama said that no kitty would play with me if I kept hiding under the bed (not hiding, I told her...staking out the territory and planning my attack strategies for when Jack decides to play with me. Mamas don't understand.)

Here's ME, then Jack is the one on the right with the gorgeous tail like me and Princess is the pouty one on the left. Mama tells me she's sweet, but I haven't seen that side of her yet.

Me 'n Jack, our first attempt at playing

They live on the first floor and have a balcony with a view of all the interesting things going in the 'partment complex. What I want to know is, Why can't I go to the beach? I can smell the fresh beach-y air calling me and Jack told me that kitties can't go to the beach unless we know how to play volleyball. Hmmm... what's volleyball?

Is it me or is Jack checkin' out the night?

I gotta go because Mama wants to watch the debate. Silly. I already know who I am voting for and so does she. Maybe Jack and Princess are swing voters?

I will try to get back to blogging and catching up with you. Mama has just been busy and I've had no life.