I think I've got it. He's recruiting voices. They intend to stand outside of the house at night an wail so no one gets any sleep.

I don't get it though. He said he wasn't trying to disturb the people in the house because (and I qoute) "Pretty soon, they won't be getting any sleep anyhow"

So who is he trying to keep up?

Bibs is talking to a couple of girl kitties. I'm not sure about what, but it can't be good. Especially since I don't think he's fixed. We don't need a bunch of little Bibs running around here.

I snuck outside to talk to the dog next door. Yeah, I know it's demeaning, but dogs will talk to ANYONE so they usually know whats going on in the neighborhood.

It seemes that Bibs got scared about the whole opossum thing, and he's gone to ground. But he's planning something while in hiding.

I must discover more!

I've decided not to be mad about the robot cat thing.

Humans and dogs are such simple creatures, surely it's easy to duplicate them. Cats on the other hand, what could possibly replicate our magesty?

Now I'm off to soil a bathroom towel.

Sci-Fi inside joke alert!

I asked the man why there was a robot dog on Doctor Who but no robot cats. He said it was because a robot cat wouldn't work.

I bit him and then went to watch Red Dwarf.

The People had Chinese last night. They say that was chicken, but I don't believe them.

They left the fortune cookie paper on the refrigerator, stating "You are the crispy noodle in the vegitarian salad of life."

They don't look that crispy to me.

The people left on Sunday, like they always do to go to "church". I don't know what "Church" is any more than I know what "Work" is, but I'm pretty sure "Church" is better. they come home sooner and in a better mood.
Anyhow, they left on Sunday morning AND FORGOT TO FEED ME! I get a scoop of food every morning. EVERY MORNING!!! There are NO exceptions.
No it dosen't matter that there was still a little food left in my dish. What would have happened if I had eaten that? I'll tell you what would have happened. I would have STARVED. That's what would have happened.
They filled up the bowl when they got home but that's no excuse.

I think I need new people.

What the people don't understand is that I know "opening can" does not automaticlly equal food. Nevertheless, it's my duty to come and check it out because it could mean food. The one time I don't check it out it will mean food. Besides, if I didn't come running, they'd think something was wrong with me and then shlep me over to the stabby place again, and no one want's that.

So when you open a can people, I'm going to come running. Get used to it. It isn't going to change.

Hey! What's that noise?

Gotta go!

A note to Spammers.

This is not, as you might expect, going to be an angry rant about how spammers are even lower life forms than dogs or how they destroy the peace and beauty that once was the internet.

No, this is a thank you.

Some of you may have noticed that this site is still "Word Verification" free. No typing in a code to post, and all are welcome, registered, non-registered, lurkers and guests. This has been made possible because I've had no spammers for months. So thanks guys, for not ruining it for the rest of us.

And if you do decide to come back, if you do force me to turn on word verifcation, don't be surprised if you wake up one day with a rabid possum in your bed.

You know what my favorite thing to do after a nap is?

Take another nap.

-off to do that right now.

I got Roast Beef last night! Obviously the people are trying to make up for the intrusion of the blurpy thing over the weekend.

But not all is well. The woman continues to blimp out and we have a new neighbor. It's another dog. Ugh. He's all black, but he's not all that loud.....

I'm watching him all the same.

The people had houseguests over the weekend. They were here to give the woman a shower since she has apparently gotten to fat to do such things herself. I don't like houseguests. But worst of all the strangers brought this blurpy sloppy thing with them.
















Isn't it horrible? I'm sure glad the strangers took it with them when they left.

Shut up.

The bad thing about hired thugs is that they work for anyone who can pay them better.

I gave the Opossum half a scoop of catfood and a rubber mouse to go after Bibs instead of me. Problem solved.

What....the.....Crap

is this thing?

One of these things was in my garage last night. I don't think I like it. I think he's an assasin hired by Bibs. Ohhhh one of these days that manxy little kitty is going to get it!

Look! I'm laundry!

Of course, Christmas was not without it's humiliations.














No, look away. I don't want yout se me like this.















*Sigh* Where's my catnip bag?

Whacha eatin? I want to try some.















Um, I suggest you rethink that "no" before some toothy wrath comes your way.

Heroic Cat Dials 911

Do you think a dog could have managed this?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10663270/?GT1=7538

And in my home state no less!

This is what they got me for Christmas. I could smell it throught the Sticking. I tried to get at it but they hung the stocking up on the fireplace to thwart me until december 25th.
















Love the catnip bag! Love it, love it.......
















AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh.... catnip bag........















I'm going to be so hung over in the morning....

but I love the catnip bag......

A public service announcement

When playing with ribbions, it's nice to swat at them they are fun to chew. but never, never NEVER actually eat them. That's fun at first, but you'll regret it later!

However, being the considerate person I am, I did finally return that ribbion to the rightfull owner (After I dusted the kitty litter off of it....)