Apparently I wasn't in China yesterday. I guess I just head butted that door too hard and then fell down the steps. That concrete floor is pretty hard.

Since I'm still in prison I suppose it's time to expres my displeasure with some civil disobediance.

That's right, I'm going to get sick on the drum set.

Greetings from China!

The people are nice here and all but it's a little crowded. Still they really know how to prepare fish. I think I'm going to like it here.

More letters from prison

That is one firm door. It dosen't look to sturdy, but trust me. No matter how may times I head butt it, that thing is not moving. I can't race out when they bring me food because the man always carries the super soaker with him....And I'm SO unjustly imprisoned!

Seriously people. You wear clothing all the time. You should understand what it feels like to be vulnrable. That's how I feel when you touch my tummy. Of course I'm going to get defensive!
Now let me out of here!

Ahhh screw it. I'm going to tunnel to China.

So the woman and I were having a talk last night. She was wondering if I had fleas. I assured her I didn't. She didn't believe me, so she grabs me and puts me on my back holding my legs while the man stuffed a blanket down my throat! Then she starts pawing over my tummy looking for fleas. I mentioned to them at this point that I don't like being touched there and would you please get this blanket away from me?? Especially since it's a 101 Dalmations blanket! Honestly could you GET any more inslulting???

I guess you could. Because then they flipped me over and tried to search my neck.

I tried to be nice. I tried to talk it out. No more mister nice guy!

So I'm writing this from the basement where They tell me I'll be staying untill the three scratch marks and two bitemarks (one on each arm. I like things symetrical that way) on the woman heal.

They're joking, right?

Apparently I was "Fixed" a while back. Way before I got my people. So if I was fixed, how come there's a part of me that dosen't work?

I wonder if I need to get fixed again.

What the Crap is this thing? It's squishy!
















I think the man brought it home, though I don't know why.


Just keep it away from me!

Ohhhhh that was some bad catnip I had last night. I feel like I'm going to be sick for hours. We'll know not to get any more of that brand.

I think I'll give the rest of this bag to Bibs.

*edit*

Okay, perhaps that wasn't a good idea. My plan has backfired. Bibs has been howling all night obviously feeling the effects of second rate catnip....and keeping me up all night.

Spam

Just a heads up. I'm seriously considering turing on the word verification. I don't want to ban annonymus users because I know that there are some real people who post here who just arn't on blogspot.

I don't want to turn the word verification on. It's annoying when I have to go through that at other kittie's blogs, but the agressive marketing types out there may force me to do so regretfully.

When I rule the world though, things will be diffrent. No, spamming won't be outlawed, these people have to make a living too. But since we kitties usually have parts of our anatomy chopped off to prevent breeding I think it's only fair that spammers have to get something cut off as well to make it harder for them to reproduce. Something like thier legs. Thier hands I would allow them to keep as long as they stay in a little box in theier freezer.

And there will be peace throughout the land.....

The name contest will end on Monday 9/26. I will let the humans decide from the names I have been given. There's still a week left! Time for one more brainstorm!

The current submissions are:

Timmy

Razzberry

Jenn

sushi

Oreo

Rainbow, Noah

Ginger

SNACK!

Alias, Patches, Daniel, Lily Grace

Beowulf

Beau

Kite, BAITa, Blue, Bluebeard, BetaBlue, Jacques or Cousteau, FINnigan,Scales, Bubbles, (fish)Tankmaster

Edsel/The Pooch

Phinneas

Diva Kitty

Dinner

Orlando

Cranberry

Fiona

Pad

Graceful_Energy

Person Three

Anonymous

Opal, Croma-Solar

(Submitters in pink have no direct links to thier profiles)

I'm a little freaked out.

While I was making the man change my litter boxes, He was talking to the woman. Now that's nothing new, he does that all the time. But this time it was like he was talking to her and someone else. It was like he thought some one else was in the room; a she.

I didn't see anyone else. i didn't smell anyone else.

I don't like this. Not one bit.

I figured out what the people were talking about when they kept saying "So no Grahams." I saw on the TV that Billy Graham is retiring.

Well that's a relief now that it's cleared up.

Things should get back to normal now.

Is someone in trouble?

I keep hearing the people talk about someone losing thier graham cracker privillges. At least I think that's what they're talking about. They keep using the phrase "so no grahams."

I sure hope it's not me. I like graham crackers.

A list of things in the house that are not kitty friendly.

1. The rocking chair.

2. The swords on the walls (sure they look stable, but what if one of them falls off while I'm batting at them?)

3. The man.

4. The TV remote. Not kitty accessable enough. I don't know how Garfield does it.

5. The bathtub. At least when I'm in it it's not kitty friendly.


Now the question is: how do I go about changing these things....

Sleeping.

No blog today. Mabey later

The man accidentally left some anniversary cake in the car.

Did you know frosting could boil?

Just a reminder

The name contest is still going on. The current submissions are:

Timmy

Razzberry

Jenn

sushi

Beau

Kite, BAITa

Oreo

Rainbow, Noah

Ginger

SNACK!

Alias, Patches, Daniel, Lily Grace

Beowulf

Beau

Blue, Bluebeard, BetaBlue, Jacques or Cousteau

Anonymous

Opal, Croma-Solar

Keep submitting!

I see that the people are filling up my bowl, and they are making it REALLY full. That can only mean one thing: They are going outside for the the weekend.

It's only right. After inconviencing me all last weekend by mooking around the place it's about time I got some time to myself. Time to kick back with some sunbeams and some catnip.
















Waitaminuet! How do you get this thing open??

Hang on People! Don't leave just yet!!!!

They gave me a bath!

This is what happens when you let the people have too much time on thier hands. Don't they know that cats are self-cleaning??


























































No more Labor Days I tell you! I won't stand for it!

Okay, let me explain something.


I'm not cuddling. That's my bed. I just let you sleep in it.
















I'm really not cuddling. That's my couch and I just let you lay on it.
















Seriously. The people are just all over the place in my way! I end up HAVING to lay on top of them. It's not my fault!

And I'm not cuddling. Really.

Moses here.















I think I am going to take Timmy's advice and open the floor for names for our new Betta fish. Post your potential names in the comments section on any day in the next two weeks and at the end, the winner will recieve a fabulous prize! (and by fabulous I mean astonishingly dissapointing)

He looks more blue than green in real life, with lots of burgandy. He also VERY active. I think he may have A.D.D.

His predecessor was named Philmore, and he lives with Fleck (an algie eater) and Squieegie (a frog)















Name away!

Mad Moses Kitty will be closed for Labor Day. We will re-open on Tuesday to serve all of your blog reading needs

Thank you.

Labor Day

Now that we have gotten that out of the way, let's ask the important questions. What does Labor day mean to Moses? How am I affected?

I'll tell you how! The people are around ALL DAY. They just sit around on MY furniture and get in my way watching movies that either want to make you vomit because they aresom emotional and sickly sweet (those are the woman's) or that make you sick from all the blood, guts and decapitated heads rolling around (Those would be the Man's).

Forget Labor Day! I want my house back!

The Woman is sure giving off a lot of heat lately. That's a good thing because she keeps it pratcally freezing in the house!

So no, it's not surprising that I curled up by you in the afternoon while you were napping. It beats freezing my tokhes off....

Don't read into it or I'll be forced to bite you.