Joyful fun!

Dear Diary,

I had the most fabulous day yesterday! The old lady was working out front and she let me come out with her. Lance and Maggie were outside too! We all played in the grass and at first I was all like “What is this green stuff?” then she said it was grass and it was fun to walk on! I pounced on leaves and chased bugs, even did a bit of camouflage work with spider webs on my whiskers. I dug in the dirt and played chase the kitty with my fur family. There is a small jungle and cave that I got to play in. I couldn’t contain the pleasure of being outside and was running in circles and leaping for joy. The fresh air and the sun on my fur was simply lovely!  Lance, I found finally will play with me if I am outside! He was so much fun. First I would attack him (I am a wolverine!), then he would pretend he was a sheep dog and try to round me up and keep me up front. He did well, our role-playing games were fun! We were out there for a long time. Finally I was tired and asked to go inside. My window perch made a perfect afternoon snooze spot.

And then…

The girl came home and called me. I went running and she tossed me in the carrier and took me to that shady DOCTOR again. I cried and cried and she didn’t listen one bit! That evil doctor gave me ANOTHER shot. It really hurt and I let them know I was not into all this acupuncture voodoo hoodoo crap. My girl brought me home and I am safe. I did hear I don't have to go back again for shots for a year. Not sure what a year is but I have that much time to perfect my escape routes from being put in the carrier and going to the Doctors. 

Whack A Cat

Dear Readers,

My girl made me a game to work on my paw-eye coordination. She calls it “whack a cat”; I call it “Ninja attack simulation exercises for the inner monk kitten”. Maybe we will just refer to it as whack a cat, it’s shorter. Sometimes we play this game with the box on the floor, and sometimes she sets it up on end and I have to jump to get the bird (Swiffer). The training exercise ends when I kill the bird. I get a treat for doing this, so I give it my all! Once in a while I get so involved I jump out of the box and try to chase the bird. My girl says “cheating!” and the bird flies away. Back to the box, I want my treat!

Every once in a while Lance and Tucker think they can play “Whack a Cat”. Tucker actually jumps and tries to get me, but Lance knows how our relationship is and just watches. I know for a fact he would love the chance to get me. His nature is such a soft one he will never act on it. Can we say push over? (Insert evil meow)

Box Cave Part 2

Dear Diary,

Box Cave part 2.

I give this box cave a rating of 6/10. I think it has to many holes and all my girl does is poke me. This is not fun. The only part I really like is the bottom where I can lazily lay there and strike out here and there. I think the old lady said something about starting over. Plus I am a growing kitty; I need bigger holes! 

Props to the girl for cutting the nice "HI" in it, but reality bites and its just not working for me. Sometimes the humans are clever, this time, not so much. 

Swiffer Gymnastics

Dear Diary,

I started my kitten gymnastics training. Our first course is the Swiffer Jump. I have so much work to do, because the old lady says some day I will be able to jump on the washer and dryer and <as she gasps and sighs> the counters in the kitchen. Straight from the floor too! I won’t have to jump on the chair then the table and try to make it across. I am pretty sure they don’t allow me on the table because they yell and come running with the air can. That is a different story all to itself! Air cans are evil! I think I am showing I have the skills to succeed in this training session. If you watch closely I did a flip with a dismount on top of a box! 

Documentation exhibit 1. The beginning of an athlete, the Swiffer Jump. 

 As you can see I made them stop working on other projects to do this exercise.

Closed for the weekend

Dear Diary, 
The old lady and my girl say I chatter to much. I have to take the weekends off. Cya Monday! 

But just in case you miss me; here I am wanting a treat. 

BOO I SAID NO MORE... YOUR EGO IS ENORMOUS! Little lovey turd!

                                                               ~The old Lady