the big fuzz

Monday, April 24, 2006

blonde boys bag

The blonde boy made me mad by trying to be a cat. I sat on his bag to crush his pellets. He will be mad when he looks inside. I'm hungry.

blonde boy

The blonde boy was here and slept in my spot. I hate that, so I ate more food to make me feel better. He has big claws like me. I think he wants to be a cat, but he is always awake, so he will make a bad cat. I sat on his bag to make him mad. I went to sleep.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

stuff in my water

I hate the boy. He put something in my water. I had to hit it to see what it was. It was cold and tasted weird. I hit it a few times and it didn't move, so I drank out of the other side of the bowl. The boy is mean to me. But it was fun.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

sleeping

It's bright in the upstairs room where I sleep.What's the big deal?

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

out for a drive

I hate it when the boy takes me in the car. This box isn't big enough for me, and the constant flashes are making my eyes hurt. I tell the boy how I hate car rides, but he doesn't listen. He just keeps talking to me about silly things like food, songs and how my box isn't a litter box.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

fat toes

I think my toes are fat. The boy says it sometimes. It makes me upset. I think my toes fit with the rest of my body, I'm a 15 pound cat, so of course my toes are going to be big. I think they are big because I used to fight so much. I also think the boy should stop eating so much, he's fat.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

2 Legged Dogs?

Dogs make me mad. They will do anything to be more like a person. This dog decided to walk like a human to fit in.

I hate him already.

You can see the video here.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

the high window

Sometimes the girl or the boy opens the high window for me to look outside. I like the smell, the birds, the sounds. I watch people walk up and down the street for many minutes at a time, but have to go to my other window often to make sure everything is okay in the backyard. The back window is close to my food. I like food. Sometimes the boy pokes my stomach. I don't like that.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Special Kitty

The girl fed me the orange food this morning, which is much better than the special kitty stuff that I was eating before, even though I know it's diet food.

I also found this picture of me. I think it makes me look dignified, how I'm looking a little off to the side. It reminds me of when I used to do catalogue modeling for Purina. Those were good days. I had the inside scoop on all the new products, access to the latest and greatest food, and they treated me well. Those days are long gone since they only seem to employ a few full figured felines. Most of their models are thin new cats on the block, who barely eat, and are up all night partying. The good old days are gone.

I think I'll go dig up my old Shaggs album and listen to My Pal Foot Foot. That song always reminds me of better days.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Lewis on a Rampage


I understand where Lewis is coming from.

WCBSTV article - Lewis The Cat In Hot Water After Alleged Attacks

My Story...

Since this is my first post, let me tell you something about myself. I was born under a set of stairs, next to a big white house. Many cats lived here. Most cats living here were very scared and didn't talk much, but there was lots of space to wander around on own. There were other animals there, including a few horses, and a pond. I spent most of my time in the barn or the white house, away from the other cats - they smelled. The girl was a little rough with me, but nice. After figuring out how to survive in the barn, the girl put me in a box and brought to a different house.

This house was shorter, and yellow, but it had stairs, a forest and a bigger pond. The girl here was good to me, but the food was terrible. I spent 2 years here, with most of my time spent fighting raccoons, keeping other cats off my property, eating rabbits, birds and squirrels. I came inside once every few days to eat the bad food and rest for my next battle. Then another girl put me in a box, and brought me to a different house.

This house was thinner and taller, with crooked stairs. There are many more houses around, and many more cats, raccoons, skunks, squirrels and birds. I'm not allowed outside without a string attached to me. The food is better. There is a girl and a boy living here. I sleep a lot and look outside, waiting for my chance to escape.