murrffftt, by shubert:

i guess i got her figured out.

one way to get her to let me out quickly so i dont have to wait.. and wait.. and wait.. till she's good and ready to let me out...



climb up on her precious little table.. sit my butt down.. and make really annoying noises.

i get out real fast that way.
except i gotta watch out for that helpful foot of hers against my butt on the way out.

snooozz : by dibey

the other night.. she walked through the dark room.. (smart that one) slowly. no point in going over to turn on the room light just to go through the room then have to go back and turn off the light and go through it dark again.. duh... geez what looney put in the lighting arrangement in this house?

and there i was .. having positioned myself directly in her path.
a soft bump against me.. and she said hello.. stroking my fur acoupla times.

yeah. so what if i kept her from crashing into the footstool. it didnt stop her from banging her toe against the chair in her even darker bedroom on her way to her bed.
check out that nasty dark bruise on her liddow toe. too bad she dont have fur to hide it.. otherwise i'd never have known.

ssnnifff : by dibey

another day.. another bit of me time.

never mind what she's doing.
never mind that she thinks its important.

when i come in the house.
its all about me baby!

make room on your lap because i want some attention. and i'm so cudely cute she just cant refuse me.

she doesnt need to use her hands to type some silly ole thing on the keyboard..
she needs to put her hands to better use by rubbing and petting on my wonderful well kept fur - aside from those few hangers on of those sticky-ball thingies.. it seems the change of season has made them scarce now.
and by the way.. i wonder if she's noticed that bare spot on my tail yet.. where there is no fur.. ::cough:: never mind how it happened.. ..

anyway.. and she can just forget about finishing up that fruit-flavor oatmeal. cus its mine now..
even though i only had a sampling of it.
but that'll teach her not to quickly do my bidding..
while she takes her time doing some frivolous good for nothing thing.. that bowl of oatmeal is mine... and in sampling.. i've made it mine forever. haha!

ahem. and now, if you'll excuse me..
i have some furniture to go and spray on.

ignoring : by dibby

getting alittle tired of that constant combing that "meowmie" does whenever i come over for my usual petts..
so.. i only go over to "hub" or "rson" when i want just petts and lap time.

and like any bonafide feline meowmie.. she doesnt seem to let my "brushing her off.. er.. cold shoulder" bother her in the leasst.

for the last coupla days i've been coming in wet and rubbing up against her bare legs.. haha! cold wet fur.. haha!.. but trying to get her back somehow does no good, she just gets a towel and wipes me off.

or maybe i'm ignoring because shubigg (snicker) he is so fat that.. (snicker).. wait.. i just gotta say this.. he can barely clean himself without falling over.. he's become a real roley poley! i roll around on the floor just thinking about it!
LOL.. .. ..

well anyway.. he's ignoring her too. but i'm curious why he's doing it.

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punishment : by shubie

lately whenever any of them go into the kitchen to eat, whether a snack or regular meal time.. i follow them in.. sit down at my mushie dish and wait.

and wait.. i either get ignored.. or my tail gets stepped on and yelled at cus i'm "in the way".

i cant figure if they cant see me there.. or they just dont get why i'm there.. gee whiz i'm at my dish.. i'm specifically facing it.. what more could i do.. holler alot?

i tried that. it just gets me put out. i even go so far as to lay down in humble submission.. begging to stay in. but it does no good. meowmie takes a moment to pet me .. for my efforts.. but out i still must go.
sometimes.. when i'm really pushed into sniffing around for something.. anything.. i jump up on the table to see if i can raid the butter dish.
but meowmie always catches me at it. and she makes loud noises with her hands and feet.. chasing me to the door where i crouch in fear, resigned to being put out.

when ever i ask for more.. they say. i've "had (my) allowance of food rations already. they say extra rations are what makes (me) fat".

what is it with this double standard? they have there's.. where's my snack?! ?!

so okay. if i'm ignored. then i ignore.

p.s. pipsqueak.. just wait.. your nurdler snip turn is coming. until then. i ignore you too.

by shubie:

ok. he returned yesterday. but i've been putting off reporting it. thinking that maybe if i gave him enough time he'd take off again.

so far no luck.

by shubie:

ahem..

pipsqueak is missing.

i tried to tell him not to go places he shouldnt. but does he listen to my wisdom?

right at the height of "the season" too. must be he got alittle carried away with amore. and forgot to come home. wonder if he'll think to invite his cutey home like i did when i was young.
uh.. second thought. its better if he doesnt. i wouldnt be able to stand any new faces around my territory.

i threatened to go awol when they brought the pipsqueak home.. so i know i'd go bulistic if he brought his cutey here.

me?.. i've had my "seasons".. now i'm retired.