Saturday, December 09, 2006
YES, YES I DO. I hid in the closet to get away from it! I hate his "music!" It's awful!
It's twenty minutes later and I'm still edgey. My ears won't stop twitching and I could swear there's something spooky in the room. I feel like scratching someone's eyes out! Yeah Black Rob, that'll give you something to WHOA about!!!
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
It's scary when people walk up close to the window and poke at us though. This is how we look at people who get too close to the window:
Sure, the blinds are pretty loud, since they're metal. Simba seems to think if we sneak through slowly, there's less noise. But I prefer to just throw myself at the blinds and get it over with.
Simba's not very good at updating the blog, I think I'll be taking over for a while.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
We played innocent as Dad pointed it out. Me saying,"Whoa! What's this? Where'd it come from??" And Zoe's, "Who dat?!" We're pro's! We know exactly how innocent to act and how to flick our tails and walk away like it's nothing.
We deserve an Oscar for this performance!
-Simba and Zoe, partners in crime.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
We've learned that he now has an even better home, one with something like five rooms and friendly cats that welcome him with open paws. Zoe and I are a bit jealous since this new home is better than ours. He's living in luxury and we're stuck here in this one bedroom apartment! MEOWARRR!
Sorry we couldn't make it work!
-Simba and Zoe
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Sunday, July 16, 2006
I was really surprised, I don't know why he chased me. All I did was sniff his door! OK, I also opened it with my paw to look in, that's when he started chasing me all over and knocking things down and causing a big commotion! I could swear Dad was throwing things at us too. Later he complained, "I broke my remote." Well, serves him right! I just feel bad for Zoe, considering she has that nervous condition.
Zoe refuses to come out of hiding. When he first started chasing me, she ran into the closet and has not been seen since then. I think I heard her in there, but I don't know where she is exactly.
Hopefully she'll come out soon. I mean, it's been almost four hours now and she's still in seculsion. Damn women!
This is what she looks like when she's relaxed, a rare moment.
It only took me about 20 minutes to come out of hiding myself. After I inspected the apartment, I was back to my usual self.
Monday, July 10, 2006
So I live in the cupboard until night when they're locked away with the people. This gives me the opportunity to stretch my legs and run all over the place. One night, I managed to flip the rug over in the livingroom. I wish I could have been there to see the look on everyone's faces when they saw the mess I created!
Last week I finally realized the brown guy was cool. I remember the night, there were a lot of loud booming sounds outside. I kept hearing scary sounds but the brown guy was really soothing to me. He brought me my nightly plate of soft food, pet me gently and tried to explain "fireworks" to me. For the first time ever, I came out and opened up. It was great being myself!
Turns out it was a great idea. Brown guy gave me a lot of pets and even brushed me. It was like heaven! I hadn't realized how much I missed human contact. Even scared kitties like me need love!
Now every night I make sure to show my appreciation to brown guy. He scratches me in the right places, rubs my ears, and massages my stiff muscles. I even let the girl pick me up and pet me sometimes. This morning was really embarassing though. She picked me up twice and each time I farted! I acted casual and tried to pretend like it was nothing. Thank god for fur, nobody can see me blush! It's probably all this soft food, I'm still getting used to it.
Now if only the other cats in the house would realize I'm no threat. I just want to sleep my share of the day away, eat and get pet once in a while. Is that too much to ask for?
Friday, June 23, 2006
Adonis: Where am I? Do I smell other cats? Where's my litterbox?
Zoe: HISSSSSSSSSSSSSHISSSSSSSS SIMBA GET AWAY FROM ME HISSSSSSSSSSSS (Zoe removed quickly to the "Time Out Room" aka bedroom)
Simba: I said, "WTF?!"
Simba: !!! (hides on top shelf in closet)
Adonis: I'm a sweet, gentle kitty. Why don't you want to talk to me?? I guess I'll sleep all night by myself in the house under the cat tree.
Zoe: HISSSSSS SIMBA HISSSS BACK OFF! (Zoe hiding between curtain and blinds in window on cat shelf)
(Complete story to be told here tonight)
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
When he got it, I immediately started inspecting it. The lid is pretty cool. I think it would make a nice bed.
The grill itself is a lot bigger than we expected. This is isn't the top grill, this is the bottom one where the charcoal sits. Even it is huge!
Assembling the Weber grill was pretty easy. He only needed to attach the legs, wheels and ash can.
Attaching the frame for the ash can was the hardest part. And even that didn't take much time.
The new grill set up on the patio next to the smoker. As you can see, the smoker has had some use. It's also suffered some damage from condensation and rain. Obviously we don't get much of that here in SD but that's besides the point. :)
The good part about having a new grill is it's used almost every day now. This means Dad'll be walking past the catnip several times a day and will bring some in for us! Ahhh catnip!
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
While I feel bad because I threw up next to the face of the person I love most in this world, Zoe and I think this one deserves a score of 12 out of 10. Yes, you read right. 12. Not so much for quality of the hairball but for the delivery, timing and placement. I have to admit it myself, it takes balls to do such a thing. And since I am ball-less (my memory of this occassion is clouded), this in itself is an amazing feat.
I've spent most of my day congratulating myself by biting Zoe and slapping at her when I can. A few times I even bared my belly at her in a dare - of course she's too chicken to take that dare. Or should I say, I got lucky. Either way, with my 12 noted on the calendar, I am feeling pretty well accomplished.
If only humans could learn to appreciate the little things in life. It's interesting how they can accomplish something that was nearly impossible and then later downplay it like it was nothing and then mope around about how they don't have anything to show for their life. If only they would look at the small accomplishments rather than the whole picture.
In fact, humans might be happier if they stopped comparing themselves to other people and thinking so much about things like, "Where am I, what am I doing, why am I 30-something with nothing to show" and started appreciating the small feats in their lives. Like a well placed hairball.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Simba, on the other hand, is a finicky eater. Dad calls him a gentleman when it comes to eating and drinking. Oh sure, he likes ice cream, but he's very calm and collected about it. He usually likes to sniff it first just to be sure it's vanilla. He won't eat any other flavor.
Monday, February 27, 2006
I even have my bed set up in front of the aquarium so I can watch Fish TV-On Demand in between naps. I've even tried to get into the aquarium but without any success. I guess I'll just have to sit back and imagine the chewy little fish snacks that I'm missing out on. *sigh*
Thursday, February 16, 2006
At first when I heard The Pants, I fluffed up my tail, got a mohawk down my back and ran away. I sat at a distance and stared at him. I mean, I knew it was my Dad but he was wearing some scary pants! I wanted to lay in his lap but every time he made a move, that sound grated on my nerves and freaked me out. So I kept my distance and stared. Damn those pants!
Saturday, January 21, 2006
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Sunday, January 15, 2006
I've been meowing hysterically at my Mom all morning. She kept calling me over with that annoying clucking sound. She can be so dense. I mean, you'd think after years and years of training she would understand what I'm trying to say! Anyway, I've been frantically running from her to my hideout in an attempt to get her attention and she's been ignoring me! That incessant typing at her computer combined with ignoring me (who does she think she is, anyway?) really got on my nerves so I finally let out a loud scream. hehehe THAT got her attention.
When she came over to see what was freaking me out, she finally saw Simba in my hideout (one of many). You see, this purple box under the fish tank this is my special hiding place that I can go to when people scare me. And nobody makes me get out either! Mom told me they would only make me get out if it was an emergency and since they haven't pulled me out yet, I know I can trust them.
Anyway...Simba was in my hideout for the first time ever. And you know the only reason he was in there was because he could. He knows it's my hideout. I am the skittish one with bad nerves, not him! I tried asking him nicely, but he wouldn't leave. He pretended he didn't hear me! THE NERVE OF THAT ORANGE JERK!
There's something oddly familiar about my hideout, but I can't quite place my paw on it. Oh well, it's probably not bad. I have a really bad memory and attention span...oh look there's my feather and our Nerf ball!! It's great for rabbit-footing when you lie on your back.
Simba finally left after making me wait for eternity. I taught him a lesson by slapping him and then running around the house really fast. He's too slow and can never catch me - yeah, I like to push my athleticism in his face. Jerk.