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Familiar smell and the case of the old new person. [Mar. 22nd, 2009|06:30 am]
It was a cloudy Tuesday afternoon when two shadowy figures stepped into the house carrying large bags. The first person I recognised as my mother, tall with squirrely hair, but the second one I did not know immediately. Worried about the motives of this mysterious figure, I darted under the bed and waited patiently to see if this person stayed and, if they did, what they would do.

I waited until nightfall, when the house was quiet, before venturing out from my saftey. I wandered over to the office, where the mysterious figure was sleeping, and smelled the air outside the door. Something seemed different. Maybe it was the smell coming from the litter box? Something seemed to linger on the tip of my head, something I'd experienced before.

Pondering on what the smell was and who this person could be, I ate, drank and returned to the office door for another smell before I pooped in the litterbox. I retreated to the bedroom once more, this time sleeping with my mom, all the time wondering about the strange smell.

The next morning, when the mysterious figure was out, I thought I would take a look to see if I could remember anything in concordance with the strange smell coming from the office last night. I was a bit scared at first, and my mom was surprised to see me out, but I couldn't ignore the fact that I have smelled this person before... but I can't put my paw on it still.

I test the mysterious figure and cautiously go to eat and drink. She doesn't move, but she sees me. It is as though she doesn't care. My little brother, Zissou, is fawning over the figure like Garfield fawns over lasagne. Cats are funny about their interests; I'm glad I don't exhibit such reckless behavior, since I'm a trained bounty hunter, I know better than to trust people immediately.

Watching Zissou lay in this person's lap I closed my eyes to let the smell rush my head. Bingo. It dawned on me that the smell is familiar because I have, indeedn, smelled this mysterious figure before, three years prior.

It was in my old house when it was just my mom and me, in Memphis, TN. This person wasn't just another mysterious figure, but my mom's friend, Claire. Having realised this, I went over to say hello and apologise for being scepticle of her being here.

Another case solved, no gun-slinging needed. Mrew.
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Shoot me now. [Mar. 10th, 2009|09:47 am]
Zissou has been running around the house all morning like some sort of meth addict. I have no idea what his deal is, but it's really annoying. I was trying to snuggle with mom this morning since she's home, but he kept pouncing me and I couldn't stand it so I ended up chasing him around the bedroom and he was knocking things over. Super annoying. Now the guests are up, so I'm hiding in the bedroom again. Poo poo.
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(no subject) [Mar. 9th, 2009|06:34 am]
I just kicked stevesyzissou off of the computer so I could post.

Speaking of, that's my little brother. As most little brothers are, he has too much energy, too much time and is extremely annoying. I'll be minding my own business, just chilling out doing my own thing and all the sudden this black DEVIL jumps out of no where, on to ME while I'm watching TV or something like "HAI HAI HAI" and I'm like "NO NO NO," but he doesn't get it.

Don't get me wrong, I love him and we play together a lot, too. Whenever we wrestle, I always win. A few weeks ago, he pissed me off so I got him in a head lock and accidentally bit too hard so he got a boo-boo but it's all scabbed and healed now, aside from the bald spot there, but it's growing hair slowly.

We have guests over at the house so Zissou has been sleeping with them, which means I can have mom and dad all to myself again. I don't really like guests because I'm leary of who they are, where the come from, their motives, etc. I hide under the dresser all day until night when I can get something to eat and drink and poop. Man, it's hard to not poop all day, let me tell you. Anyway, so I've been doing that and then cuddling all night until my parents go to work at like 5:30 in the morning.

Right now I'm on the couch where Zissou had the computer and I think I here one of those people getting up, so I'm going to finish this post to go back under the dresser.
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(no subject) [Mar. 8th, 2009|02:25 pm]
Oh hai. Have you added stevesyzissou?
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It's been a while. [Oct. 7th, 2008|09:05 am]
[Current Location |living room]
[Current Music |Magic Numbers - Take a chance]

I took an unexpected leave of absence from my blog to save babies from burning buildingz. That's right, I'm a reskew kitty.

Okay, no, not really. I have no meowscuses other than I'm just fat and happy. A lot has happened since my last post, many moons ago.

Let's see... I go outside regularly now and all summer I helped mom and dad water flowers and I ate their grass they're trying to grow. Since I've been going outside, I've gotten more athletic to the point that these human things actually notice. I've also made a lot of friends outside and even gotten into some trouble. If I stay out too late or too long, I'm stuck out; I hide on the porch near the door when I'm scared or if it's raining.

I got a new collar; it has a felt bird on it, which is cute but also annoying ironic. We've taken trips places; most recently we went to Oregon where I got to play with kitty cousins. And by play I mean avoid, growl at, hide from or maintain distance from while playing.

Lately, I've been spending my time in a basket on the window in the bedroom. We used to have two skirrels but now there is three of them; I like to watch them and play peek-a-boo with the little one.

I got a new dish thingy-doo. It's like this... big... thing. Or something. It has this water and it like... spurts out and trickles down this thing into a thing where I get it. I don't quite have a handle on it but I like it since there's fresh water. One time I was pawing at the big thing and knocked it over and mama got mad and had to put it back together; I got water all over. I was just curious! Anyway, this doo-dad also has a place for goosheh foodz; I like eating. It doesn't hold as much as my old dish so I have to meow more when it's empty -- which is rare because mom and dad take pretty good watch on it. I also got these new green treats which mama says I need to chew. I like to swallow them whole. They're sposed to like help my teef or something and that's why mama wants me to chew but they're so tastey! She says they don't do any good for my teefs if I don't chew them. :/ I have pretty teef, though, the evil lady at the doctor always says so whenever I go in.

I'm going to go sit on dad's face now. ^_^
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Oi With the Poodles [Apr. 13th, 2008|07:35 am]
Pictures? Oh, yeah. One day.

Mom let me outside yesterday. Correction: Mom picked me up and took me outside yesterday. I thought it was a trick when she set me down in some grass. It wasn't. She followed, at a distance, as I explored. It was weird.

I ran back to the door wanting in and she said, "That's what I thought, so why do you run out?"

I have no idea, because I'm a rebellious kitty who can?
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Fleas. [Apr. 3rd, 2008|08:00 am]
I gots them.

Mom and dad took me to the vet a couple days ago. Yuck. I have to take this stupid medicine, one pill and this naaaaaaasty liquid stuff. Whatever. As long as it makes me stop scratching because it's super annoying.

In other mews, mom putt a fleece blanket up on my spot on the window in their bedroom. It's soft. It's cuddly. And I totally love it. I need that blanket like there is no tomorrow. I'm pretty sure the blanket loves me back.

In sadder mews, I found out one of my incestual cousins was murdered by a dog. That's to the Chaz Figure for that one.

Cheers.

P.S. Hot sexy cat pictures of yours truly, coming soon.
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Oh, what? [Mar. 30th, 2008|07:41 am]
What? What? Like you don't get busy?

Mom and dad moved me (again) and I love this new playground. They got this new bed that I sleep on all day and its got a great crawl space underneath. I like to lick up the water in the shower and have my butt scratched. There's nothing wrong with being busy having said butt scratches instead of being online.

Speaking of butt scratches, I've got some sort of... itchy problem. I'm like missing a huge chuck of hair on my tookus from scratching. Ick. I have a looming feeling that I'll have to go have a stick stuck in my bum by a strange lady in order to get better, which does -not- make me happy.

Mom and I have been sleeping a lot. She's ultra cuddly. Dad kind of smells like butt, which I normally appreciate, but this is like... nasty booty. D:

Anyway, I'm only here to prove I've not been put on a skewer and eaten. I've got naps to take, you know.
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Busy Kitty [Jan. 21st, 2008|11:45 am]
I've been busy. Busy being fat and happy, lounging around with mom and dad. They have been home more and that's kind of spoiled me. When mom got up to get ready for work I sat and watched her and she cuddled me a lot before they left.

I've been staring out the window all day. It's pretty bright outside considering it rained all day yesterday and was grey as can be. It's a nice break from the gloom of this season.

I've been working out more. I've been regularly chasing this feather-string and all these mice toys laying around as well as bottle caps. I like the noise they make when they bounce off of things. I was running laps last night from the bedroom into the living room and back again. I was wheezing a little bit so mama made me stop and we played Animal Crossing together.

Anyways, I guess I should go eat and I'll most likely take a nap as I enjoy sleeping. :D
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(no subject) [Jan. 11th, 2008|02:41 pm]
Le Sigh.
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