My writer mommy mayded me a Twitter acct.! In the furst hour I gitted sum followers of my furry own! There is a hole pet commewnity on there, this is gonna be fun! I is SkittleDee if you want to follow me.
Furst myne Mom wat playz da vyolin n my Dad was gone to War, cuz dey duz the Renaysonz reenaktment, then awl of owr peepul went ta Texas! Now bof’ Moms are in Wizkonsin fur a singin’ thing. Dad iz furry nice, but I needz a mommy. <snif> And we has ta stay inside awl day, cuz he gits home after dark. I has ben teesing Spats, cuz I’m bored. Her is hissing at me. <snicker-purr>
Mommy helped me made dis bloggy wen I was a baby! Now I is all growed up an’ will soon be 2 yeers old. I is a very busy yung kitty, I has a boyfrend named Mr. Meeps an’ I spend a lotta tyme wif my mommies. My daddy works mos’ of da tyme but he gives me lovies and feeds all three of us kitties effurryday. I has a furry good lyfe.
Sumwun sez dat I sed a bad thing, but that iz wut happened! IM sorry if I sed things sum kids think are bad, but my moms think it iz important to have your animuls fixed so they don’t make more babies that might not finda home! I didunt have a home until my Daddy Meal Man choze me frum a box. We lived behind da offis where he works an sumwun brot me and my sisfurrs and broffurs in so we could get peepuls! My peepuls are so nice to me, they get me the good food with no by-prah-dix in it and I have lotz uv toys too. I woodint want to have babies that had to live on the street like I almos’ did!
Sorry abowt the spellink, I spell bad wen IM sad or whirreed. I hope you will awl forgive me.
Oh yah, I got to go owtside without a mom or dad watchin today! It wuz my firs’ time and I wuz onlee skared wen the big truks went by. So I goed under the howse and hid to be safe frum them.
My writer mom sez…the wunderfull thing about Skittle iz dat IM da onlee wun!
Skittle the Wunder Kitty
Wow, my mom says it’s funny that I got so many ansers to the last post, she says as soon as you mentshun S-E-X everyone pays attenshun! Wut does that mean? I got fixed, altho I don’t understand wut waz wrong with me. The moms took me wheer it smelled funny and I had pokey things and a bare patch on my tummy when I woked up! Then we back to the funny smell place and a big man took the pokey things out. After I wented to the funny smell place, Spats kept hissing at me. Wut waz that about?
Other than that, riding in the car has been very interesting and I don’t mind it at all! I guess Tyler always yells for a long time when she rides in her cage, hehehe. She’s not so big! I am starting to go outside again and that’s very fun. I will post again next time writer Mom has time to share her lappytop with me.
My moms say I am not afraid of anything! Sometimes when they tell me to get down or off, I try to bite them, or I swipe my claws at them. My writer mom is trying to just distract me, that kinda works better.
So what is heet? Now I can’t go out becuz I ben in heet. Maybe they mean becuz itz summer? I look out the windows and the front screen door alot instead.
Yours in furrendship,
So I am so smart, I just amaze my moms and my dad! I am also super fast and I like to play with water. I watch TV too! Writer Mom says those are all things that Maus and/or Bengals do. She did reeserch online. I hates it when my moms and dad go away for hours, how can I servive without my peepul? When they get home I run up to them and then I show them that my food bowl is empty. See, that’s what happins when you are all gone, don’t you get it? You have to stay here with me! But, they don’t lissen to me. Still, I know that they love me and that they will come back. I hardly ever think about being in the alleyway behind the big offis bilding now.
I know I said I wantid to be a New Year’s baby, but my moms say I was reelly a Crissmuss baby. They said that makes the most sense for how old I seem to be. I’m 5 months old now and they are saying I have to get sumthing called spayd soon. I don’t like the feelings that they give off when they say that. But I also feel that they think it is good for me. Does anyone else know about this? If you do, my emeow is email@example.com. Fangs!
Skittle D. Squee (D is for December)
One of my moms said I have a big head! Well, she said my head is as big as all of me was when I first got here. I not sure if that is bad or good. I can’t get all the way into my fort anymore either. I know I am pretty, though. My moms say that all the time! My dad, he’s the MealMan, says he can’t get over how triangular my head is. They think I might be Bengal and/or Egyptian Mau, a friend who has lots of cats says that’s what my pictures look like. You can see my pretty markings in this picture, but not much of my head! That’s my other mom, not the one who helps me do my blog.
Why do I get in trouble all the time? Seems like every other thing I do is bad. Get off the table, leave the electric cord alone, don’t scratch the furniture. -SIGH-
Spats is my friend now, and we even stand up and wrestle. But she pops me in the head when I bug her. I wish I knew what that Tyler cat has against me, she’s the one who looks like my real mommy did. She still growls at me and sometimes she chases me. I’m not so scared of her anymore, but I’ve almost given up on making friends with Tyler. She’s just mean and nasty. Anyway, for now my motto is, “I’m the baby, gotta love me!”
I am getting so big, I am about 4 times as big as I was when I came here! So my mom says we should put down some of the cute stuff I did, before she forgets it. For instance, when I drank my bottles, both of my ears twitched in time to my sucking. I have watched the big kitties a lot to learn how to do stuff but before that I used to wash my face by sitting up on my hind legs and using both paws at once. I still sit up and look at stuff that I’m holding in my front paws, but I am getting pretty good at that bath thing now.
My other mom talked to someone at the store where they get my food and now they think I am a feral cat. I don’t know about that, but I do know I likes to bite! I bite clothes, the other cats, both of my moms and the MealMan guy. I also bite papers that are on a table I can reach. I gotted my first furry mouse and that was pretty fun, but mostly I likes round stuff that rolls. I also like cords and material scraps that I can bite and roll around with; we has lots of those, cuz the other mom made dresses for some war that her and the MealMan guy went to last week; my writer mom stayed home with alla us cats. MealMan guy broked my one rolly toy that had a bell innit, but the bell is almost as fun!
The black an white cat plays with me, she even plays ruff and bites me. The cat that kinda looks like my fur mom is still mad that I is here. I don’t like the outside so much, it makes me think of when I had ta sleep out in the cold, so I’m not leaving. Besides, I have a fort under the file cabinet and a whole bunch of toys here!
My writer mom laughs and says that when I drink from the big cat water bowl or use the big kitty litter box, that she can just see me inna Pull-ups commershell and the music is playing…I’m a big cat now!
Purrs to all,
Skittle the Squee
My one mom has been taking lots of pictures of me and the other mom says that her friends online all want to see one of me drinking my bottle. I almost managed to drink my bottle by myself last night! The kitty food is good, now I have a dry food for kittens. I did have kitten canned cat food, but I ate all of that and they can’t find it at the grocery store. Maybe they’ll go back to the PetSmart store to get more. But I got big cat tuna, so I’m happy!
The big cats still hiss at me, but I mostly ignore them. They don’t scare me. But the people are much nicer. They say things to me like, “no bites” and “no kitties on tables, or “no kitties in the kitchen.” I’m trying to learn the difference between nibbling and biting on mom fingers. And why can’t I get milk from my bottle when I bite it? The big cats seem to know this stuff, but they’re not helping me. I guess I’ll learn eventually.
My favorite right now is my one mom’s electric blanket. I like to lay on it and drink my bottle, that’s as close to what it was like to drink milk from my real mom. Sometimes we snuggle together, one of my new moms and me. I also like their lamby blanket and I think there will soon be more pictures of me online, some are of me snuggled in the lamby blanket and some playing with my special gold cord that they wiggle around for me. My new people rock!