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Littleman's Mews: November 2009
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All the mews from my end of the couch. Sunday, November 1, 2009. I don't really like that. But the good thing is this: when they sleep, they don't take up much space, so I jump up and watch the baby sleep from the end of the bed. Together, we share a bed quite nicely. I'm not naming names, but somebody else takes up a LOT more room. Subscribe to: Comment Feed (RSS). There was an error in this gadget. Mama's Part of a Ment, It gets cold sometimes., United States. View my complete profile.
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Tiggie, a Faithful Orange Cat: Not so good.
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Tiggie, a Faithful Orange Cat. I'm a cat who was living with twenty other cats when one day a blond lady said she wanted me because I was orange. Now I live with her and her husband. I am a good and faithful orange cat, who used to live in Texas, and I have a lot to say. Like where in the heck am I now anyway? I'd like to meet you, but remember, look, but don't touch. I'm still a little bit feral, and I'm not afraid to draw blood. Ask anyone around here. They know. Monday, September 6, 2010. So now Berni...
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Tiggie, a Faithful Orange Cat: Them's is the rules...
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Tiggie, a Faithful Orange Cat. I'm a cat who was living with twenty other cats when one day a blond lady said she wanted me because I was orange. Now I live with her and her husband. I am a good and faithful orange cat, who used to live in Texas, and I have a lot to say. Like where in the heck am I now anyway? I'd like to meet you, but remember, look, but don't touch. I'm still a little bit feral, and I'm not afraid to draw blood. Ask anyone around here. They know. Saturday, June 27, 2009. Miss Kitty, NFC.
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Tiggie, a Faithful Orange Cat: White bellied types
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Tiggie, a Faithful Orange Cat. I'm a cat who was living with twenty other cats when one day a blond lady said she wanted me because I was orange. Now I live with her and her husband. I am a good and faithful orange cat, who used to live in Texas, and I have a lot to say. Like where in the heck am I now anyway? I'd like to meet you, but remember, look, but don't touch. I'm still a little bit feral, and I'm not afraid to draw blood. Ask anyone around here. They know. Sunday, November 22, 2009. My Uncle Ruf...
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Littleman's Mews: April 2009
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All the mews from my end of the couch. Friday, April 17, 2009. Heard Mama on the Phone. They are sleeping in MY bed. They are known to dispense treats freely. Must take both bad and good together, I guess. Maybe they will buy me a pony. Sunday, April 12, 2009. I have been reading on the internet that Easter is supposed to include ham. Can someone tell my mama because she made some vegetables and eggs stuff. Subscribe to: Comment Feed (RSS). There was an error in this gadget. View my complete profile.
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Mouse + Cat = Blog: I have my standards...
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Mouse Cat = Blog. They say a cat can't type. What part of "mouse" do they not understand? Thursday, April 1, 2010 2:34 PM. I have my standards. GoG put Greenies on the floor for me. They were stale. I am not going to eat them. Not even Henry wants them. I have been hinting by rubbing my chin on the NEW BAG sitting on the shelf. She doesn't get it. I have my standards. I love my Greenies as much as the next cat, but I won't eat stale ones any more. Stale greenies are not greenies. TOC ("That Other Cat").
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Mouse + Cat = Blog: April 2009
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Mouse Cat = Blog. They say a cat can't type. What part of "mouse" do they not understand? Monday, April 20, 2009 2:44 PM. Things are the way I LIKE them. All my hoomans are home. Stringpuller got back and I kept checking on her to make sure she didn't leave the bed. Soon it will be after-kitteh-crunchies time and all-hooman-wet time and she will come back to her bed. She is warm and her blankets are cozy. I am settling in to wait for her. I'll be right here. Waiting to get my ears scritched.
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Mouse + Cat = Blog: February 2009
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Mouse Cat = Blog. They say a cat can't type. What part of "mouse" do they not understand? Friday, February 27, 2009 7:41 PM. So Today is my two-year blogiversary. That is, February 27, 2007, I did my first post. And now I look back and see how far this blog has come. From a secret when GoG wasn't watching, to a co-blog with Henry. Wow. A big difference. So I am quite happy to still be bloggin'. Yes, most definitely. Wait, what's going on? My blogiversary, silly. Oh Dang. So that's what. Hmmm. I have had ...
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Littleman's Mews: June 2009
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All the mews from my end of the couch. Monday, June 1, 2009. Lots of strange stuff going on in my house. I have to be constantly vigilant. There is a new chair. I did not order it. Mama moved out one of my jumping stools. And girlkitty peed on the floor because mama blocked the door to her favorite litter box by accident. P-U. I use both of the litter boxes. I pee freely. Girlkitty only likes the white one. But that's all beside the point that I'm THREE! I am, you know, a very big boy.
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Mouse + Cat = Blog: Can Ping?
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Mouse Cat = Blog. They say a cat can't type. What part of "mouse" do they not understand? Sunday, June 19, 2011 10:06 PM. I do not know what Can Ping is, but the hoomans are verra verra busy getting ready to do that. They are putting up these flappy houses outside and talking about how they will survive the heat. I do not understand what Can Ping is that it requires heat. When I want heat I go hide on the hoomans bed or find a sunny spot. But I do not go outside. Humans are very strange creatures.