An' I ran up the screens on the front porch. An' Mom yelled at me to get off the screens, an' her ran outside. An' when her saw I was chasin' a chipmunk her made me come inside.
An' the chipmunk getted away.
Foo.
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Showing posts with label Mom. Show all posts
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Chipmunk!
I almost catched a chipmunk! Him ran an' ran, an' I chased an' chased, an' him ran up the screens on the front porch.
An' I ran up the screens on the front porch. An' Mom yelled at me to get off the screens, an' her ran outside. An' when her saw I was chasin' a chipmunk her made me come inside.
An' the chipmunk getted away.
Foo.
An' I ran up the screens on the front porch. An' Mom yelled at me to get off the screens, an' her ran outside. An' when her saw I was chasin' a chipmunk her made me come inside.An' the chipmunk getted away.Foo.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Purry Christmas!
Mom: Catzee, I need to take a picture of you with the Christmas tree.Catzee: Ya mean a Purry Christmas pichur to wish effurrykitty a Purry Christmas on my bloggie?
Mom: That's right.
Catzee: How's this?Mom: Too stiff. You need to relax a little. Why don't you lay down?
Catzee: How's this?Mom: That's too relaxed. Sit up a bit.
Catzee: Mmmmmm. The tree smells furry good.Mom: Never mind that Catzee, now smile for the camera.
Catzee: Mom, I think this here ornyments movin'. Ya want me to get if fur ya?Mom: No Catzee. Forget the ornaments. Forget the tree. Just smile for the camera!
Catzee: How's this?Mom: Purrfect.
Catzee: Aw Mom.
PURRY CHRISTMAS EFURRYBODY!
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Fev-vers!
Mom an' Dad wented on a bay-cation. Rascal can tell ya all 'bout that. I wanna show ya what they gotted me.
Fev-vers!
They finded 'em as they was walkin' around the lake.
I jus' wanted to sniff the fev-vers.......
..... but Rascal kept wantin' to give me a baf!
Him better not mess wif my fev-vers.
Fev-vers!
They finded 'em as they was walkin' around the lake.
I jus' wanted to sniff the fev-vers.......
..... but Rascal kept wantin' to give me a baf!
Him better not mess wif my fev-vers.Wednesday, October 31, 2007
A Scary Story
Catzee's Mom here. We don't celebrate Halloween, but today seemed like a good day to share this scary story about Catzee.
The other morning I woke up a little late. Sometimes Rascal and Catzee let me sleep in, sometimes they want me up for some reason or other. Rascal used to wake us up at 4 am, like clockwork, when he was allowed outside. Now that he has to be an inside cat, he doesn't bother. Even so, neither cat minds standing at our heads and meowing loudly if they want something. That morning however, I didn't hear a peep out of either one of them.
As soon as I realized that it was after eight o'clock, I got up, and went into the kitchen to push the button on the coffee pot. I puttered around for a few minutes, but no kitties appeared to see what I was up to, and whether or not there was anything in it for them. This isn't that unusual either, as sometimes sleeping is more important that seeing what I'm up to.
About halfway through my cup of coffee, Rascal showed up to greet me good morning. By the time I finished the cup, I realized that I hadn't seen Catzee yet. This was a little unusual, but not unheard of. When I went into the bedroom to get dressed for the day, I looked around for her, but she was nowhere in sight.
Wondering where in the world she was hiding, I began to call her. No Catzee. She wasn't in their cat tree, so I looked in all the windows. Then I looked on the dining room chair cushions and couch cushions. Still no Catzee. I looked in my loom room, where she likes to curl up on the floor. I even checked all the cabinets; had she accidentally gotten shut up in one of them all night??? No Catzee.
I was getting worried now. Had she hurt herself during the night? Had she gotten sick? Had something fallen on her? But surely I would have heard something which would have woken me up. I asked Rascal, "Where's Catzee?" but he just blinked at me.
All of a sudden I remembered her great escape. Was it possible that somehow she had snuck out the door last night? I knew from experience that she could zip through it like lightening. I also knew that she didn't think anything of jumping off the second story balcony if she got out there. Had she slipped out when I went to leave a few scraps for Opie?
With these thoughts in mind I began to panic. I couldn't get my shoes on fast enough. I ran out the door and began to call her.
Our apartment complex is quite large, with a dozen or so buildings of eight to sixteen apartments each. That means there are four large parking lots as well. A triple train track runs the length of the complex on the other side of the driveway; very noisy! The one nice thing about it is that it is nestled in a wooded area, so there are lots of trees behind the buildings, and even a little creek that runs through the woods between two of them. If you've followed Catzee's blog for awhile, then you may remember that I used to put her in her harness and take her for walks down there.
My plan was to start looking for her by following the path we used to take on our walks. I had deliberately always taken her on the same route, thinking that if she ever did sneak out, she would go that same way out of habit. What worried me was whether or not she would come when I called. Every other time she escaped, she had ignored me because she wanted to be out so badly. Those times however, we were after her as soon as she was out the door (or off the balcony), so I was able to chase her down until she finally let me catch her. This time, I didn't have a clue as to where she was, and whether or not she wanted to be caught.
I walked behind the buildings all the way down to the creek, calling "Catzee!" No Catzee. I walked back toward our apartment in front of the buildings, looking in the parking lots and under cars. Still no Catzee. When I got to our breezeway, I checked to see if she had showed up at our door, and then kept on going toward the other side of the building, calling "Catzee! Catzee!" If I didn't find her there, I didn't know what I would do. There was no other place to look. My only hope then, would be to put up flyers and hope someone had found her and taken her in. At least I hadn't found her little body run over by a car in the parking lot.
As I neared the corner of the building, I heard a little mew. I ran around to that side and there she was, standing on a downstairs window ledge. As soon as she saw me she jumped down and came running to me! I scooped her up and she purred, and purred, and purred. We went back inside and she immediately ran to the food dish.
After being out all night, she spent the rest of the day curled up, sound asleep on my bathrobe. I spent the rest of the day thankful that she was okay. Oddly, Rascal never even seemed to notice. Or if he did, he never let on. I reckon he had known all along that she was all right.
The other morning I woke up a little late. Sometimes Rascal and Catzee let me sleep in, sometimes they want me up for some reason or other. Rascal used to wake us up at 4 am, like clockwork, when he was allowed outside. Now that he has to be an inside cat, he doesn't bother. Even so, neither cat minds standing at our heads and meowing loudly if they want something. That morning however, I didn't hear a peep out of either one of them.
As soon as I realized that it was after eight o'clock, I got up, and went into the kitchen to push the button on the coffee pot. I puttered around for a few minutes, but no kitties appeared to see what I was up to, and whether or not there was anything in it for them. This isn't that unusual either, as sometimes sleeping is more important that seeing what I'm up to.
About halfway through my cup of coffee, Rascal showed up to greet me good morning. By the time I finished the cup, I realized that I hadn't seen Catzee yet. This was a little unusual, but not unheard of. When I went into the bedroom to get dressed for the day, I looked around for her, but she was nowhere in sight.
Wondering where in the world she was hiding, I began to call her. No Catzee. She wasn't in their cat tree, so I looked in all the windows. Then I looked on the dining room chair cushions and couch cushions. Still no Catzee. I looked in my loom room, where she likes to curl up on the floor. I even checked all the cabinets; had she accidentally gotten shut up in one of them all night??? No Catzee.
I was getting worried now. Had she hurt herself during the night? Had she gotten sick? Had something fallen on her? But surely I would have heard something which would have woken me up. I asked Rascal, "Where's Catzee?" but he just blinked at me.
All of a sudden I remembered her great escape. Was it possible that somehow she had snuck out the door last night? I knew from experience that she could zip through it like lightening. I also knew that she didn't think anything of jumping off the second story balcony if she got out there. Had she slipped out when I went to leave a few scraps for Opie?
With these thoughts in mind I began to panic. I couldn't get my shoes on fast enough. I ran out the door and began to call her.
Our apartment complex is quite large, with a dozen or so buildings of eight to sixteen apartments each. That means there are four large parking lots as well. A triple train track runs the length of the complex on the other side of the driveway; very noisy! The one nice thing about it is that it is nestled in a wooded area, so there are lots of trees behind the buildings, and even a little creek that runs through the woods between two of them. If you've followed Catzee's blog for awhile, then you may remember that I used to put her in her harness and take her for walks down there.
My plan was to start looking for her by following the path we used to take on our walks. I had deliberately always taken her on the same route, thinking that if she ever did sneak out, she would go that same way out of habit. What worried me was whether or not she would come when I called. Every other time she escaped, she had ignored me because she wanted to be out so badly. Those times however, we were after her as soon as she was out the door (or off the balcony), so I was able to chase her down until she finally let me catch her. This time, I didn't have a clue as to where she was, and whether or not she wanted to be caught.
I walked behind the buildings all the way down to the creek, calling "Catzee!" No Catzee. I walked back toward our apartment in front of the buildings, looking in the parking lots and under cars. Still no Catzee. When I got to our breezeway, I checked to see if she had showed up at our door, and then kept on going toward the other side of the building, calling "Catzee! Catzee!" If I didn't find her there, I didn't know what I would do. There was no other place to look. My only hope then, would be to put up flyers and hope someone had found her and taken her in. At least I hadn't found her little body run over by a car in the parking lot.
As I neared the corner of the building, I heard a little mew. I ran around to that side and there she was, standing on a downstairs window ledge. As soon as she saw me she jumped down and came running to me! I scooped her up and she purred, and purred, and purred. We went back inside and she immediately ran to the food dish.
After being out all night, she spent the rest of the day curled up, sound asleep on my bathrobe. I spent the rest of the day thankful that she was okay. Oddly, Rascal never even seemed to notice. Or if he did, he never let on. I reckon he had known all along that she was all right.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Yarn?
Mom: Catzee, where are you?
Catzee: In the kitchen Mom.
Mom: What are you doing?
Catzee: Playin'.
Mom: You're not playing with my yarn are you?
Catzee: Oh no! I'm playin' wif my fev-ver butt mousie!
Mom: I can't find some of my yarn. You haven't seen my ball of yarn have you?
Catzee: Well, iffen I did I don't know how it gotted into the kitchen.
Mom: Hmmm. Do tell.
Catzee: In the kitchen Mom.
Mom: What are you doing?
Catzee: Playin'.Mom: You're not playing with my yarn are you?
Catzee: Oh no! I'm playin' wif my fev-ver butt mousie!Mom: I can't find some of my yarn. You haven't seen my ball of yarn have you?
Catzee: Well, iffen I did I don't know how it gotted into the kitchen. Mom: Hmmm. Do tell.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Rascal
OOooooo, did you see what Mom did? Her putted some 'barrassing pichures of Rascal on her bloggie! Hee hee hee! What fun!
Monday, January 08, 2007
Snoozin'
I been snoozin' an not bloggin' cuz Mom is hoggin' the 'puter.I'm gettin' bigger an' I got lots to tell, but until Mom finishes teachin' her online class, I prolly won't get to blog or visit anykitty much.
I love you effurrybody!!!!!
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Village
This am Mom's Christmas Village. Rascal says her mom makes her somefing new fur it erfurry year, an Mom puts it up efurry Christmas. She am furry proud of it.
Now she says somekitty am messin' wif it. Her says these pichurs am proof.
She's not furry happy 'bout it. Her says her doesn't want all the little trees all chewed up.
What makes her fink I hadded anyfing to do wif it?Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Torti-tude
Mom said she gotted me somethin. I wanted ta play wif it.
But then she putted it ofurr my head......
.......... an did this......
I don't like it!
I don't fink she's bein furry nice ta me.
But then she putted it ofurr my head......
.......... an did this...... 
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Package
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Me
I was adopted on August 18, 2006 from the Greenville Humane Society. Someone had brought me there in June when they saw I didn't have a home. I stayed at the Humane Society shelter for over 2 months until Mom found me. The shelter thought I was about 4 months old by then, so I don't know my purrthday. I just know that now I have a furrever home.
My new home has a Mom and a Dad and a College Student and a big black Cat named Rascal. He thinks he doesn't like me yet but he will change his mind.
I love to play and run and chase and pounce and wrestle and ambush Rascal.
Dad calls me Little Cat Zee because Rascal is 16 pounds big and I am little. Dad said Rascal is Little Cats X and Y all rolled up into one, so I must be Little Cat Zee. Mom calls me Catzee (rhymes with Patsy.) Rascal calls me Hiss. But I don't care because now I have a family and a furrever home and I am happy.
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