Share

I was here furst.

(Pee ess, click it fur a BIGGER pichur.)

Sharing

Sometimes me an' Rascal do share. Here's proof.
We're sharin' Mom's afurghan.

Nip

Dad gived some catnip to me an' Rascal.

I wanted it too.

But Rascal wouldn't share.

So when him wasn't lookin'......

..... I hided it.

Them looked & looked & looked all over fur it.

Next time I'll find a better hidin' place.

To read Rascal's side of the story, click here.

Bloggie

I dunno how much bloggie time me an' Rascal is gonna get these days. Mom jus' got 'lected purresident of hers string guild! Dad wanted to know if thems gonna play "Hail to the Sheep" to her at meetin's. Her says no but is gonna be furry busy. Purrs.

Boxes

Rascal thinks hims got two boxes all to himself.

But I know better!

Hi.

Mine

Rascal can keep the dumb box. I gots all the toys!

Response

Response to what Rascal did. (Clickety here to see)

You can have the dumb box.

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.

Grass

Mom planted peas in pots on our balcony.
Rascal eated the tips!

Mom freaked out acuz kitties aren't supposed to eat 'em,
so her getted us organic kitty grass!

At firs' I letted Rascal share if wif me.

But it am really mine

Waitin'

Unison

We're takin' it furry easy.

Update!

Rascal's outta surgery but still sleepin'. Mom sez it went good. Details at him's bloggie.

Pleez Pray Fur Rascal!

My brofur Rascal wented to the V-E-T this mornin' an' him has a tumor on his tummy, on the flappy part Mom an' Dad call him's "poochy," acuz it pooches out from the rest of him.

Him's got surgery tomorrow mornin' at 8 o'clock fur the V-E-T to take away the tumor. Iffen ya clickety on him's name Mom has more details on him's bloggie.

Pleez, pleez pray fur Rascal!!!!!!!

Purresents!

Iffen yur jus' gettin' here, ya gotta start this story at Rascal's.

Clickety here

to get there.

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We gotted purresents!

Next

Please!

Rascal says, please read this impurrtant message!

Impurrtant Message

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Toy

Mom gotted a new toy.
An' it's not efun Christmas!

At firs', me an' Rascal thought the box was the new toy.

We liked it a bunch an' didn't want Mom to play wif it.
We wanted it fur us.

But then she started playin' wif the thingy she tooked out of the box.
It made furry strange noises.

I don't know what it's fur, but I'm keepin' an eye on it jus' in case.

Rascal's (Not!)

Rascal finded a 'nother box.

But I wants it.

Uh oh. Him seen me.

Him finks I wanna play.

But it am mine.

See?

Gotcha!

Happy Gotcha Day to me!!!

Today am the firs' annivursry of my gotcha. Mom gotted me from the shelter one year ago today.

This am me the firs' time I came home wif Mom.

This am me the firs' time I seen Rascal.

This am me the firs' time tryin' to play wif Rascal.

This am me bein' happy an' cute in my new home then.

This am me bein' happy an' cute in my home now.

I am specially happy to have so many nice kitty bloggie friens'. I am a furry happy kitty.

Toy

Mom gotted me a new toy.

I had fun.

Till ol' nosey Rascal came along.