My Kitty Alarm Clock.

Apparently I'm not the only one who has a cat for an alarm clock.

I think she's happy - what do you think?

Kitty in Blue

Like a duck to water

Here Kitty, Kitty.

What do you mean I can't sleep on the bed?

Really, it's hard to get much done.

Good Mormon Kitty

For those of you who don't get the joke... a little Mormon 101. Twice a year, Mormons watch (or attend) General Conference, during which, all the leaders of the church give general guidance about what we should be doing with our lives...feed the poor, go to church, be nice to kitties and puppies etc. General Conference is not always the most exciting event and it is not uncommon to fall asleep.

Apparently, even my kitty couldn't stand the excitement.

Bianca makes her get away...

OK

I promise to stop blogging about my cats. I now know why people post 8 million pictures of their kids. But my grandmother sent me this (she is trying to be supportive as I have only given her grandkitties and not grandkiddies) and it is pretty funny. Especially if you have cats.

* Excerpts from a Cat's Diary*
Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...

Back to the Kitties.... pictures...

Bianca

Chloe

Kitty Watch

So... Bianca (kitty little) is doing a bit better. She is so needy. I'll play with her and pet her and then when I leave and shut the door it's like bloody murder. She sticks both paws and half her face under the door and screams! I have taken to wearing her out before bed time and giving her a nice big meal so she will sleep.

Chloe got out of her room yesterday. She hid behind the washer for hours. I finally caught her and put her BACK in her room. I decided against clipping her nails as she had probably had enough drama for one day. I also bought her a scratching post so she would not have her way with my leather chair.

The drama continues.

Here kitty kitty

I just adopted two kittens. Big kitty is adjusting nicely. Big kitty is 4 months old. Kitty little (11 weeks) is having a hard time of it. The poor little thing won't stop crying. I spent the night in the bathtub with her so she would not be so traumatized. Oh man is a bathtub not a fun place to sleep.