the big fuzz

move over ms bithy

2007-02-28T09:47:00.000-08:00

I think Ms Bithy is crazy for thinking she is gorgeous. Ms Bithy is stupid. All cats are stupid. I'm WATCHING YOU Ms Bithy!!! I'm tired and hungry... I am going to sleep until the boy comes home and feeds me.

a day in the life.

2007-02-17T11:50:00.000-08:00

technical difficulties

2006-10-23T06:13:00.000-07:00

I haven't posted in a while because I'm experiencing technical difficulties. The boy changed computers, and now uses a silver one. It works differently. I hate it. I'm learning to post with the boys help. When I figure out how to post, I will kill the boy in his sleep. I have to poo.

excersize makes me mad

2006-06-28T17:10:00.000-07:00

The girl makes me excersize. I don't like it. It makes me crazy. She runs around with a long white snake and I try to kill it. Sometimes I fall because I'm tired, then fight on my back. It is not sad that I fight on my back. I am giving the snake a chance to win. It always loses. I'm sleepy.

too hot

2006-05-31T22:13:00.000-07:00

The other day it was too hot outside. I had to lay outside on the deck, in the shade, to keep cool. The boy pointed the mechanical eye at me and captured my struggle to keep cool.This photo reminds me of when I was in the army. We had to roll and roll, then fight and fight, then roll and roll, until you were so tired, you had to eat. I normally rolled and rolled, then fell asleep. I was tired.

fat camp

2006-05-21T16:03:00.000-07:00

The boy sent me to fat camp for a month. Another fat cat was there. A mean skinny cat was there. And a dog I know. The people running this fat camp put me in this white room with a sheet and a hole and made me sit and look into the hole. The hole is really small. I lost 1 pound.At fat camp, they had many trips where I went to a lake. It smelled good there. The man at fat camp scratched my ears, I liked that.

blonde boys bag

2006-04-24T15:09:00.000-07:00

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

2006-04-24T15:02:00.000-07:00

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.

stuff in my water

2006-04-22T18:31:00.000-07:00

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.

sleeping

2006-04-12T17:58:00.000-07:00

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

out for a drive

2006-04-11T06:53:00.000-07:00

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.

fat toes

2006-04-09T13:47:00.000-07:00

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.

2 Legged Dogs?

2006-04-06T06:26:00.000-07:00

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.

the high window

2006-04-05T18:05:00.000-07:00

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.

Special Kitty

2006-04-04T04:30:00.000-07:00

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.

Lewis on a Rampage

2006-04-01T20:01:00.000-08:00

I understand where Lewis is coming from.

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

My Story...

2006-04-01T19:37:00.000-08:00

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.