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Sunday, May 27, 2007

FINALY I GOT MY OFFICE BACK

It seems that Evinrude got a piece of foxtail, a local wild grass seed, in his eye. Well Bill being as he is had to take care of him and I got kicked out of MY office again. This is my home. I live here so why do I get kicked out?

Bill says that it is because he is afraid that if he leaves Evinrude in the shop that he might damage something and he trusts me. Did I tell you that Bill is a ham radio operator? So he has some very delicate equipment in the shop. Wait until sees the wire I chewed through and the little deposit I left in the middle of his work bench. Maybe next time he won’t trust me so much.

Evinrude got better and is back outside.

That is enough on that subject. Bill now sings his little song to me again. I guess I didn’t tell you about Bill’s song. He made it up just for me. He says the tune is something called “Nick Knack Paddy Whack” or something like that. It goes, “I love you, you love me were as happy as a flee on a cat’s back we nothing lack we live a life that’s free and go along so merrily.

Speaking of flee I have an itch and think I will go scratch. I will try to get back quicker next time if some one doesn’t kick me out of my office again

Monday, May 7, 2007

OK SO I MADE A MISTAKE

Okay so I made a mistake last week. I don’t get out much so how was I to know those were skunks?

Bill saw last weeks post and explained to me that they were only adopted by the mother cat that had just launched her brood into the world. The baby skunks’ mother was killed so the little stinkers were adopted by the momma cat. He also explained that the smell that was so bad the other night was from a skunk that had been frightened.

Tom kitten (boy) is that mother cat in for a surprise.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

IT JUST DON’T LOOK RIGHT TO ME


It sure feels good to be back in my office and Bill moved my long eared room-mate.

I was looking in Bill’s computer My Picture file and ran across the above photo. There is something in that photo that does not make scents. Those kittens sure did not get their looks from their mother. I just don’t understand what kind of cat their father is and why should they all look like him? There is something that just does not smell right about that picture!

Well I have to go now.

Friday, April 27, 2007

I FEEL UNLOVED

Well I am late again but really it is not my fault. The last few days I have not been able to get to the computer. Bill kicked me out of my office into the shop in back of my office so he could bring Evinrude inside. It seems Evinrude had an infection and Bill wanted to keep him in so he could watch and treat the infection. I still can’t believe he kicked me out of my own office. Evinrude is better now so he is back outside and Bill has let me back in my office.

I learned something while Bill was watching the history channel on TV. They were discussing some place called Egypt. They were talking about how they built pyramids something in which I have no interest but then they said that they worshiped cats. They really were smart. They really knew the value of the cat. To bad people don’t still understand just how great we are.

I can’t believe what I just saw on TV. Channel 10 in Sacramento has a section in their 10 PM news called buy it and try it. The idea is to try products that are advertised and see if they really do what they say they will. Well tonight they tried a product called Ssscat. It is a pressurized can of water with a sensor. The idea is when a cat goes where humans don’t want them they set one of these devises there and when the cat approaches the area and crosses in the sensing zone it sprays the cat with WATER. I say that is no way to treat a cat but Bill says it does not hurt the cat and it can be used to protect the cat. Doesn’t he know that spraying a cat with water is torture? Check it out for your self at http://www.ssscat.com/ and tell me what you think.

Well it is time for a cat nap.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

A LONG EARED ROOM MATE

A week ago Sunday Bill came dragging a cage into my office there was a long eared creature in it. My first thought was that it must be a Vulcan cat or something like that. Bill set the cage on the floor while he cleared a space for it and I got close enough to get a good smell of the thing. I knew then that this was no cat of any kind. Some times the eyes can be fooled but not the nose because the nose knows. The smell would be closer to a big mouse then a cat but it wasn’t a mouse smell either. That means it smelled more like food then friend.

Bill then took a dish out of the cage and poured some food in it. I thought it might be interesting to try a little cross culture dining so I jumped up on the desk where Bill was pouring the stuff into the dish and it was my nose that saved me from what has to be the worse possible excuse for food I have ever smelled. There was no way I was going to taste that stuff.

Bill said it is a rabbit but to me it is just a long eared room mate and I don’t need a room mate with long or short ears. What really makes me mad is the attention Bill gives that thing. He will take it out of its cage and hold it and pet it. I am supposed to be the only one he holds and pets. I let him know that I am the cat here. When he holds that thing I claw his legs then I jump on his shoulders and squall in his ears but it does not seem to faze him because he will pat my head and go on living that long eared short tailed excuse for a pet.

As I have said before I am the office cat and I am doing every thing I know to do to convince Bill that we don’t need an office rabbit.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

WHEN YOU WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE

Human readers let me give you some advice. If you want someone who will eat anything you give him; if you want anyone who will go with you anywhere at anytime for as long as you want; if you want someone who will lay right next to you and snuggle up as close as possible and watch anything on TV you want to watch; if you want someone who considers it a privilege to warm your feet while you are in bed and wont complain or claw and bite your foot when disturbed by you moving your feet; if you want someone who doesn’t care who you are, what you look like, how much money you make, how old you are or how young and no matter what will always cherish you with an unconditional love; if you want a sellout, spineless, and just plane disgusting individual like that then get a d-o-g.


But if you want someone who is strong, brave, and independent, someone who ignore you totally when you want some attention; yes if you want that outstanding individual who will leave hair all over the house and knows that your only reason for existence it to make her happy then you need a cat.

This totally impartial and unbiased opinion is brought to you by Sadie Cat.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

HUMANS ARE WEIRD!

Hi it is me again. I am sorry I have not been keeping up with my blog. Bill has been so busy at the computer the past few days that I have not been able to get to it. He starts on it at 6 or 7 in the morning and keeps at it until midnight, something to do with starting a business.

Something is on my mind today. I just can not understand humans. When I say humans are weird I mean totally weird. You humans reading probably won’t understand but cats will understand exactly what I mean. If there are any d.o.g.s. reading this you won’t understand because you are a complete sell out to humans unlike us cats who keep our independence.

Well here is the thing that happened yesterday. The night before a mouse, yum, came sneaking in the office. He thought he could get past me and find a warm place to spend the night. No mouse gets past me. When I got tired of playing with it and started having a late night snack it came to me that Bill really does treat me nice but don’t tell him I said that. He gives me food, water, and lots of love so here is my chance to show him I appreciate him.

I left the back half of the mouse and that, as all you cats know, is the best part. I am drooling just thinking about it.

When Bill came in at 6:30 that morning I presented him with my delicious treasure. He made some comment about it being grouse and then he swept it into a dust pan and took it to the outside trash. He never said thank you or any other words of appreciation. The least he could have done was give it back to me. What a waist of perfectly good mouse hind quarters.

What is it with you humans? Don’t you like little treats? Humans are just plain weird!