Sunday, August 24, 2008

A message from Sadie

Hewwo evewyone,

My name is Sadie and I fot I would use Kiwwoy's bwog. He says to evewyone dat is he vewwy sowwy he has not been visiting uvver bwogs. Mommy's been bizzy wif wotsa stuff. He supa misses evewyone and feews (feels) bad about bein' away.
I am bwogging today because the nice woman who saved me, Jessica, is twying to waise money for the Chawotte (Charlotte, NC) Hoomane Society.
Kiwwoy sez dat so many kitties and woofies who bwog needs help too, so I don't wanna take gween stuffs away fwom dem. But for anyone who wantsta give gween stuffs to Jessica, pwease know dat dis is also a vewwy worvy (worthy) cause via a vewwy worvy hooman. She's only twyin' to waise $1000 in gween stuffs.

Fanks you! I wook fowward to da day when we no wonger haf to wowwy (worry) about kitties an' woofies bein' mistweated.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

No eye surgery here!

We are so very touched by anyone coming to see us and wish mommy well, but the truth is that our blog has been confused for someone else's. (Let me know who it is and I'll link them!) No one here is having eye surgery.

Here is a picture of the inside of mommy's eye. This is apparently a good eye, even though she's blind as a bat without glasses or contacts.

My sexah eyes are purrfectly feline fine. I like to play "hunter" at night, where I stalk mommy and daddy in the dark.

Hmmm... Macy seems to be another story. Lasers off, Macy, Lasers off! Maybe we need some anti-laser goggles to put on you?

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Life is Hilarious

Disclaimer: This post is rated PG-13 today because of one delicate word.

My Woman says that her rough week from H-E-double-hockeysticks is over. However, she won't tell me who this Mr. double-hockeysticks fellow is so I can go claw him. I've been wanting to try out my latest "DEATH FROM ABOVE!" meowneuver.

First, her Aunt Margaret died on Monday. While this is very sad, Margaret has been fighting the cancer and mommy says it's good that she stopped suffering. So mommy had to leave us lots to go to the funeral and wake and family stuff.
Second, she had already made plans to go camping with her friend Melody and her family this weekend, so she looked forward to getting away with my daddy for a little bit. Melody has an almost-2 year old named Matthew and an almost-9 year old named Joanna.

Here's mommy setting up camp. I wonder what that blur is? I'll bet it's a ghost! She says she kept threatening Melody that she'd tell zombie ghost stories.

They also took a train! She says there were oddly painted statues of bears, cougars, zebra and turkeys all living in harmony in the forest. Until they got to the tunnel of circus animals hanging from the ceiling by their necks. She still doesn't understand that one.

At the camp's water feature, little Matthew decided he was going to go insane on the fountains. He liked to try to divert the water by stickin' out his belleh. Not pictured: He kept sticking his face into the shoots of water and the snot went a-flyin'. Even strangers were doubled over with laughter.

Here's the pg-13 part. At the campfire, Joanna sat next to momma and began singing that song, "You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel." I know that mommy likes that song too, but it's not really great for a 9 year old... so my woman tried to explain that the song was dirty and Joanna should be careful about singing it. "What's 'dirty' mean?" was Jo's reply. "Um, that means it's raunchy," mommy tried to explain. "It's about sex." "What's sex?" Jo asked inquisitively.

"Oh shoot," mommy thought. "That's for Melody to explain in several years." So mommy said, "Ask your mom," thinking that Joanna would ask later when no one else was around. No such luck. Joanna could be heard throughout the campground yelling, "MOM, WHAT'S SEX?"

Mommy turned to daddy, not sure what to do. His face was red from laughter. Later that night, they slept on hard rocks and kept waking up because the tent advertised itself as being 5'x6' on the box but was more like 5'x4' in reality.

It was apparently a great trip.

Anyway, I am so mad that she went camping without me. I even got an award from that most byootiful of girl cats, Tesla!

Ohhh, my heart goes pitter-patter whenever I sees her. We has so much in common: She was named after a famous inventor, I was named after a name in a famous Styx song. She's creative, I'm creative. She says, "Mommeh, I kill yoo" while I say "Geez woman! I gonna live with gramma!" or something like that.

I would like to give this award to Aunty Caitlin over at little animals and to Mr. Hendrix for being so cool.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008


I is certainly glad that my mommy isn't the only weird mommy in the cat blogosphere. *snicker* Last night, she dreamed that she was a ninja who could pull power from the sky in order to vanquish her targets. But a princess got mad at her because she thought mommy killed her father, but the father actually killed himself in a way that looked like homicide. And there was a chess-like game involved.

(here I is, thinkin' about a certain girl kitteh.)

I wonder if there is such a thing as robot ninja chipmunks. Mommy used to threaten people that she would send them to their house to toilet-paper their cars for various reasons. Geez mommy, I'm gonna go live with gramma. She doesn't threaten to send over her robot ninja chipmunks. All she has is deadly acrobat squirrels.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Strange (but cool) Dream

Mommy has the weirdest dreams. While I've been dreamin' about Tesla, she had a dream that we was neighbors with Daisy the Curly Cat and her family.

The premise of the dream was that our robot vacuum escaped from our house and hid in Daisy's garage. Daisy's mommy (in the dream) found him and let my mommy come over to pick him up. So in the dream, mommy drove her car up into Daisy's driveway and she got out to be nice to Daisy's mommy and apologize for the bad robot. Daisy was with her mommy and I was sitting in the passenger seat of my mommy's car and we communicated with each other by staring at each other with our big eyes.
Did I mention that my wooman has weird dreams? I still love her with all my kitty heart.

Friday, August 1, 2008


Hai everkitty! I is so sorry that I am not visiting blogs lately. My wooman won't let me on the puter cuz she's terrible and mean to me.

First, I gots an award from the St. Louis Meezers! Sam, Sabrina and Simon are some gorgous and super-cool Siameseses.
"The 'Arte y Pico' award was created and to be given to bloggers who inspire others with their creative energy and their talents, whether it be writing, artwork in all media's. When you receive this award it is considered a 'special honor'. Once you have received this award, you are to pass it on to at least 5 others."
I would like to pass this award onto the inexorable Tesla the Kitty (seriously, I think I'm in love with her cuz she's just so cute and spunky and goofy), the supercallifragilistic Quasi for making his human work so hard for him, the supertasmigorcal Jan and her entire funny farm, the super duper all-always inspiring Daisy the Curly Cat that I love dearly and the incredibly charisma-tastic cats Laila and Minchie over at the Cat-a-holic. I apologize if you've already recieved this award! I would give it to all blogging kitties if I could.