This thing still on?

Rolled out of my fleece pet bed this morning and for some reason thought of my blog. I've been reading on the interwebs that personal blogging is dead and people are moving to a quicker/lazier method of self infatuation like Twitter and Facebook.

ack. My female human and the darn dog are back. I shall now be let outside so I can eat the migrating poultry this spring time weather provides.

One year update.

It has been an entire year since I've blogged. Very little has actually happened in that passing year. I'm a bit fatter, but who cares. I've grown accustom to fine fresh catnip (no more dried stuff during the summer please). The darn dog has gotten bigger, yet somehow more wiggly. I've moved houses. Ya. I remember now. This new house has slippery floors. No carpet to dig my claws in as I chase the dog around. I just slide; skid around. Ya, not a fan of that.

So. Here I am. Sitting. Looking out the window at the dirt pile I'd like to roll in. You see.. I'm a bit more country now and we all know country people don't blog very often. Country bumpkin.. yet highly refined. Hmm. Or just lazy. Where's the dog?

Ha!

I just ate a rubber band right in front of my male human. I showed him! Now off to poop it out. Snicker Snicker.

Happy Birthday Cassie

Stttreeeeetttchhh... My. It has been awhile. Well, don't worry, I'm sure it won't last long. Since the humans are gone at work and I read on the calendar and recall from my amazing memory that it is indeed Cassie's birthday. On that note, I didn't flop on her face this morning to wake her up. There. Happy birthday.

Now, I figure I should let that slobbery mutt in now so he can say his piece. Good god. Ug. Well... here goes.

Dumb Dog

Despite what that stupid teenager of a dog said, I haven't blogged much because I've been too busy studying Zen buddism. Not because I'm too lazy. Honestly. All HE does all day while the humans are gone is lay in his doghouse sleeping with his drooly tongue hanging out of his mouth. I do not comprehend why my servants - er, I mean my humans - insisted on getting him. Perhaps I should encourage them to study the art of Zen as well. It might help them understand the lack of logic in their decision. And then they'd get rid of him, and I wouldn't have to worry about avoiding his un-meditative presence in the house anymore. Although I might miss the exercise I get from letting him chase my around. Soooo amusing, him thinking that he actually has any chance of catching me! Meow! He he he.

OK, go away now, all of you. I'm busy elevating my consciousness. And don't forget to feed me again like you did the other night, or I'll do cat yoga on your chest while you're trying to sleep.

Chin Chin and Worms

First off... Welcome Chin Chin. My owner's Grandma was itching to get a kitty. She decided that she liked Siamese kittens (who knows why). Not sure how I feel about that. But, he is a cute little booger.

On another note. My female human took me to the vet awhile back (I've been too embarrassed to post about it). The damn vet, after they shoved a thermometer up you know where, she had the nerve to inform my female human I had worms. How embarrassing. I consider myself a clean cat, and after all that work. Sigh.

The vet tried giving me a pill right then and there to help with the problem.. I spit it out. Ha! Then my humans tried giving it to me later that night by sneaking it inside a piece of cheese. Sneaky devils, I didn't notice it until I crunched... and then it was too late. The worse part was what happened next. Along WITH THE PILL, I had some liquid crap I had to eat. They tried forcing it down my throat, that didn't work... I squirmed too much. Then they tried the cheese, but I'm too concerned with cheese pounds. Finally, I gave in and licked a bit of it off my owner's finger. You can live on it.. but it taste like .... My owners then kept trying to make me finish it.. Blah!!! Finally they got so fed up, they wiped the rest of it on my paw. They know me too well. I have a cleanliness fetish and I just had to lick it off. Arg... Humans 1, Bonsai 0. For now anyway...

Charlie? Charlie who?

Who's this Charlie I keep hearing about? I have yet to see any proof that he is a cutie. Perhaps he is a little young... but what's wrong with that? ;) ;)

Perhaps I'll search Flickr for some pics of big tough male tigers in the mean time...