tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165349492011-04-21T19:21:25.727-07:00I'd like to kill the humans, but if I do, who will feed me?Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-61003037095321370982008-03-18T12:42:00.000-07:002008-03-18T12:43:03.332-07:00

I'm high as a kite right now.

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1143885239366052042006-04-01T01:51:00.000-08:002007-01-18T00:27:00.283-08:00

I turned the big oh-two today! Recently the human has been taking me outside. I've got this big blue harness (pretty stylin') and a 16-foot retractible leash. It's pretty sweet, except when the dogs come out. And then there was that time with the lawnmowers...

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1136856946995563292006-01-09T17:34:00.000-08:002006-01-09T17:37:17.000-08:00

Really, it’s just the greatest material known to feline science. It’s noisy, and light, and tasty! Mmm… plastic…

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1130699836957119302005-10-30T11:17:00.000-08:002005-10-30T11:20:10.543-08:00

The humans keep running around putting things in boxes and rubbish bags! I think something's up. I better not go into one of those boxes, too. They keep disappearing, and I don't think I feel like disappearing on a Sunday morning.

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1129785374321455862005-10-19T22:16:00.000-07:002005-10-19T22:16:14.340-07:00

Today, while the humans were gone, I dyed my fur pink! I didn't get all of it, though; I ran out after doing the back of my neck. Maybe next time I should try something other than rolling around on the spot of dye I made on the floor. Damn those humans and their opposeable thumbs.

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1129703712190693322005-10-18T23:35:00.000-07:002005-10-18T23:35:12.213-07:00

The human is all excited about my site coming up second if you Google my name. I'm not quite sure what the big deal is. The first result is who I was named after, though. Humans are stupid.

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1128149312376631972005-09-30T23:48:00.000-07:002005-09-30T23:50:30.200-07:00

Man, I am so high right now.

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Purrrrr...?

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Yesterday morning was going pretty well. I was just chilling around the house. Then the human got home. Boy was I excited! He could totally feed me! But did he? Oh no. Instead, he picks me up and puts me in the plastic cage. What the hell was he thinking? I tried to get out, but I couldn't. I knew where this was going—the vet. Once we got going, it wasn't so bad. It's not like I get to be

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1126857931013375932005-09-16T01:05:00.000-07:002005-09-16T01:06:44.320-07:00

Today I spent time with the Female human. She smells vaguely like the Human so while he's gone, she has to do, really. She's warm and much closer to my size and very affectionate so in a pinch she's fine for napping on or near. However, this afternoon I noticed her appalling lack of grooming skills and decided to take matters into my own paws. While she sat on the couch reading my blog (of

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1126718064568279852005-09-14T10:14:00.000-07:002005-09-15T15:26:38.786-07:00

Because I know you just can't get enough baby pictures of me...

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As promised, here's the picture I found of a Ragamuffin kitty who looks a lot like me! ...and here's an old photo of me. See? Neat, huh?

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Ever since I was born, my human and I have been trying to figure out what breed I am. So after stumbling across another cat's blog and being introduced to a name for a breed I hadn't heard before, I looked around and discovered that I'm a Ragamuffin! Looking around on the descriptions of us is pretty neat; I apparently behave like most other Ragamuffins. And I even found a photo of a Ragamuffin

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1126552768542753592005-09-12T12:17:00.000-07:002005-09-15T15:25:59.526-07:00

This morning I decided to sit on the couch. It felt quite comfortable, so I continued to sit there for a while, occasionally licking myself.

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1126543852392472592005-09-12T09:32:00.000-07:002005-09-15T15:25:46.223-07:00

Last night I fell asleep at the keyboard on my human's chest. I think at first he was annoyed because he couldn't really move or type well or anything, but then he fell asleep. I was having this really nice dream where I was ginormous, and the humans were really small, and I was able to hunt them and eat them. I like those dreams...

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1126509465234557492005-09-12T00:17:00.000-07:002005-09-15T15:25:34.736-07:00

It turns out the human has a lot of pictures of me, going all the way back to when I was just a little kitten! This one was when I was about five-and-a-half weeks old. The human had just gotten me, and had the other human over, as well as the spikey-haired guy. They were all watching Star Trek, and I fell asleep in the human's hand. I don't really fit in his hand anymore, though.

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1126507804751272142005-09-11T23:50:00.000-07:002005-09-15T15:25:17.623-07:00

There was another large truck that just went through the alleyway. They make loud noises, and I don't like them. I stayed in the hallway for a bit thinking about how nice it will be once we move and I don't have to deal with that any more. On a good note, I've been finding other cats on Blogger! I hope they'll all be friends with me. It's been a while since I've talked with other cats.

Postmaster P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01115111024736737137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16534949.post-1126505135362653622005-09-11T23:05:00.000-07:002005-09-15T15:25:03.086-07:00

If the human dies, I'm totally eating his eyeballs. I wonder how long humans live...

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I'm just trying out a new Dashboard widget that the human downloaded for me that's supposed to let me post new entries.

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I just knocked over something in the bathroom. It kinda scared me, but then I started licking myself again and everything was better. The humans seemed kinda worried, but whatever.

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Meow meow, meow. Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow.

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