Happy New Year...And Other Stuff...

So the girl finally let me on here again. She has kept me away from the fun mousey for months and months...it has been horrible. Even when she left me with The Tall One I couldn't get to the computer...and I wanted to, trust me.
So apparently it is a new year...not that I really care though...same days to me. As long as the girl continues to fill my cat food bowl we're good to go! Oh, and cleans out the litter box...yeah, that is important to.

On the food note though, The Girl bought this new food...it wasn't all hard and crunchy like my normal food, and I still have my normal food, but it was soft and good, and I wanted more of it, but I have yet to see more of the yummy soft stuff...maybe she thinks I don't like it...I will have to get my thoughts directly to her brain...not sure exactly how yet, but I'm working on it...

So, before The Girl left, she put this green pointy thing in the window, blocking my access point to the nice window thingy...I like the window thingy. Anyway, even though The Girl is back now, the green pointy thing, with all the prett lights and shiny baubles is still up, and she keeps saying "I need to take the Christmas Tree down" but she makes no such movements. Sheesh...just put my table back already...

But it's cool...what I am a little worrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..Purrrrrrrrrr.....mmmmm scratches...I love those scrrrrrrratches...ah...

Ok, I'm back...what was I saying? Oh yeah, I'm a little worried...The Girl keeps telling me that we might be moving. Again. I am tired of moving. I mean, really. We've been here for the longest so far (well, at least I think so anyway, you know how my sense of time is...) She asked me if I wanted to help her pick out places to look at...realistically...I don't really care (see above re: my cat bowl and litter box being filled...) She seems to really care though, so I will try to be helpful (and by helpful, I of course mean sitting on her paperwork and in her way whenever possible...hey, its my job.)

Bah, the girl is coming now...I must go, but never fear...I won't be far away, I can convince the girl to be away from this machine for a few minutes at least...

--Baby Kitty

I Still Have Lots to Say

So anyways, the girl really hasn't let me write very much lately...even though she hasn't been using this computer thing-y...with the mouse....oooh, mouse...wait, no, must remain calm.

She left for a while, something about a birthday I think...but I am not certain what a birthday is...although, every now and then, she tells me it is my birthday...there is usually some sort of present involved, so that's good, and so, I am gonna go ahead and say "Yay birthdays, birthdays are good!" Anyway, when she was gone, the other one came and fed me...she stayed and did some other stuff too...she wouldn't let me use the computer either...whatever...but she fed me...

Then, get this...after she comes back, a few days after anyways, she brings home BOTH the other one and the tall one...I mean really...isn't this my home??? Did I SAY she could have visitors??? Nope...didn't think so. It is okay though, they actually aren't that bad, but I want to make sure that she knows whose home this is...Wait? What was that??? Hang on!!!

Okay, I am back...I don't think it was really anything, but I think I will keep my puffy tail for a while, just in case anyone thinks of trying to annoy me...

Anyway, I am bored with this now, but...I will write again soon...if I feel like it...

-- Baby Kitty

Mousy Toyz

ME-OW. The girl is in a bad mood...she doesn't even want to pet me. I was sitting on her shoulder, purring (like always) and she shooed me down. Shooed me. I never...well maybe that one time. Ok, so I did try to bite her forehead, but still...shooed? C'mon.

Whatever, I am over it, I found a mousy toy, I know it isn't a real mouse, but it is the closest I'll ever get to a real one...she doesn't even let me outside...ever. I suppose that is good though, there was a cat outside yesterday, and I had to puff up my tail so it looked more like the other cats. I also tried growling, but I don't think it heard me...oh, well...who cares.

But back to the girl...and her mood. I tried bringing her the mousy toy, but she didn't want it. She was trying to type for a while, but I am pretty sure I made her give up on that.. (well, so what if I felt like sitting on the keyboard...it is MY house after all.)

Now, sometimes she calls me monkey...and I am fairly sure she knows that I am NOT a monkey, but one can never be too careful, so I usually purr very loud when she calls me that...monkey's don't purr, do they? Oooh, wait.....I'll be back...

Sorry, she threw the mousy toy, and I had to run after it...then of course I realized it appeared that I was playing, so I left it alone and nonchalantly came back to the computer. She hadn't started typing again, so I am good.

I wish I knew what was wrong with the girrrrrrrl...oh, now she wants to pet me...she stillll seems upset, but who am I to rrrrrresist some nice scrrrrrrratching...

Laterrrrrrrrr

Baby Kitty

It Is All About Me

Well, the girl (hey, if she can call me "baby kitty" I can call her "the girl") finally let me get on the computer to type something...oooh, mouse. Wait, I know...not that kind of mouse. Fine.

So I spent the last few days pondering my existance here in this (yet again) new home. It is much smaller than the last one, but at least I have more than one room to be in. But the girl closes the door to the room with the most water...wait, shhh...what was that noise? Nevermind, I have puffed my tail in case anyone comes in...anyways, she closes the door to the water room all the time so I can't make any mischief in there...what is that about?

There are also none of those OTHER animals here, like there were after the scary ride...we may have even not been on the ground, I don't know...I felt really good during the ride, but I don't remember too much of it. So, basically, I like this place. I can control the world from the big opening by my chair, or sometimes I control what happens from my high perch near the ceiling. Whereverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......

Sorry, the girl came over and started scratching and I started purring...it was all over from then, but my mind control made her stop. I have to finish writing soon though, before she comes back again. Now, where was I? Eh...doesn't matter...oh, wait, controlling the world. Yeah...so I have decided that I will begin working on the girl, it takes a while with her, but eventually she learns. I like to have things a certain way. For example, the other day there was someone sitting on my chair. So I stared at them for like 7 hours...when that human refused to move I sat on the OTHER chair staring at the fuzzy weird thing for another 7 hours (or five minutes...whatever) Anyway, finally the girl moved the fuzzy weird thing and I could sit on the chair...even though it was the wrong chair. I thought the other human might be smart enough to realize she was on MY chair, but I guess not...oh well...

Uh oh, herrre comes the girrrrrrl again....must. Resist. Scrrrrrratching.....oh well...I was borrrrrrred with this anyway. Later.

-- Baby Kitty (hey, I didn't say I hated the nickname...)