Thursday, August 20, 2009

Penny Candy

So, the woman took the kitty away. I heard the kitty crying and saw the woman carrying the box that she puts me in to take me places. Then, I took a nap and she came back with the kitty and said it was okay for the kitty to really meet me and that the kitty didn’t have bad diseases. So, she let the kitty stay in the carrier for a little while then she opened it and I saw it and smelled it and ran. Once the kitty started running and I chased her and tripped her. It was fun. But then the woman said be careful.
I didn’t like the kitty at first cause it so loud and cried all the time but then I liked it and gave her a bath and cuddled her for a little while. I think the kitty is fun. Now if the woman would just give me my mouse back.
So, the kitty’s name is Penny. Penny Candy.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Small Things

I like chasing crickets and pushing them around and holding them down and biting off their legs. It makes the woman squeal, no kitty. I also like mice. I like to stalk them and stare them down and wait for them to sneak out from under the stove, and I chase them. The other night, I caught one and the woman was reading and the man said, what has she got, and the woman said, whore doll, and the man said, unless whore doll grew a tail, I don’t think so, then I ran to give it to the woman and when I jumped to get in her lap and give her the wiggly mouse, she screamed, oh my god, she has a tail hanging out of her mouth, get it. The man, laughed, and I dropped my mouse at her feet and she went nuts. (I’ve said, she has issues). But, when I dropped the mouse, it ran and I chased and caught it and it was fun. But, the man took that mouse and put it outside. Then the woman said, I’m putting out poison. I don’t care about PETA.
Then, they left and were gone for hours and I was worried but when they came home, they had a carrier, like mine, and inside was this little squeaky thing, and I thought, yeah, they brought me a mouse, and I ran down the hall. They put it in the spare room and I tried to look under the door and could barely squeeze my paw under and I meowed and then I heard it: a kitten. A tiny kitten going meowwwwing and the woman holding it and snuggling with it. The man went in too and they said, no Ginger, you stay here. So, all weekend, I’ve had my nose to the floor trying to catch a glimpse of this new kitten. The woman said, after we know that she doesn’t have diseases, you can meet her. Where did they get this kitty that it would have diseases? EWWWW.