Finally, we have an online connection. It took the People long enough. They kept blaming the cable guy for not showing up, but really, they should have figured out a way to get me online long before now. Right? Right.

Look at the nice wide window sills. I don't even need the People to put up my special window seats, there's enough space I can sit here and look outside, or even lie down if I want. I can't curl up, but that's all right. The sofa is nearby if I want to do that. Or in the other room there's the big floppy comfy chair; the Woman put it right in front of two huge windows that look out front.

It would help if they would finish putting all their stuff away, but the place is still cluttered. The Woman says she can't do a lot during the day because the Man is asleep and she doesn't want to wake him. That's just an excuse. She could tidy up quietly if she really wanted. I think she just wants to sit there and read or play computer games all day. Buddah and I would like everything off the floor ASAP, because it seems to be prime floor material, and we can run and slide like crazy on it.

I know the People didn't want to move (heck, neither did I) and Buddah was freaked out beyond belief at first, but all in all, I think this is going to be a much better place to live. And that's coming from a kitty who liked the last place! I mean, sheesh--I have a private litterbox room! What more can a kitty ask for, besides a never ending supply of Stinky Goodness???

Dictated for the Woman to post while being lazy at the library:

Yeah, we don't have internet access at the new place yet. You should hear the people complaining about that...but the library does, so the Woman is going to post this for me once she gets there.

The house is sweet; it has stairs and it echoes when I meowe and we have a private kitty litterboax room under the stairs. I think I'll like it here (once they get all their crap put away.)

Buddah freaked out the first day and was so scared he climbed up inside of one of the peoples' reclining chairs and wouldn't come out. He was even shaking really hard. But once he realized this place is like a kitty jungle gym, he clamed down. And he'll put pictures on his blog when we have access at home.

But some bad news...Merlin, the little kitty we were pulling for, went to the Rainbow Bridge. He was at home with his Woman when he decided it was time, and he trotted off on his own terms. I'm sad, but I'm also glad he didn't suffer too long. FIP is not a fun thing to deal with, not for the kitty or the person.

And I'm sad to hear that Ullrick also went. Dammit.

I should be back online by this weekend, if not I'll dictate another missive and make the Woman go back to the library.

It has begun...but we actualy have computer access today. Why? Because the Man and the Younger Human, while they move the stuff out, not only locked Buddah and me in the bedroom they locked the Woman in here, too!

So she's sitting here, complaining about me complaining about being locked up, and she won't let me growl and hiss at Buddah (well, I do it anyway and she keeps saying to stop it, like I'm going to listen...) and I bet pretty soon she's complaining about sitting on the floor.

She says she's in here because she's not much help with the heavy stuff due to her back, but really, I think she whines so much they wanted her behind a closed door where they didn't have to listen to her.

Judging from how it looks around here, I think I am not going to have a computer available for a few days. So think of me while these People are TORTURING us and LOCKING US IN A ROOM ALL DAY while they take all the stuff out of the house. I heard the Man say he would leave the cable router plugged in, so I might be able to get on later tonight and surf through some kitty blogs. I hope so. I haven't gotten nearly enough surfing time lately. They OWE me that, if they're gonna take the computer away for UMPTEEN days.

Oh, and now I have to give the little monster some of my hard earned money. Who knew Satan really could ice skate???

And one more thing...Merlin the little kitty we've been pulling for isn't doing so hot. He has FIP and the outlook is not good. So please throw some more Mojo and prayers and good thoughts towards his Mom, to help her get through this. She hasn't had him very long but she loves him like crazy. You know, sometimes a kitty comes into a Person's life because the person needs the kitty, and sometimes the kitty needs the Person. Merlin really needed a Person, and she's been exactly the Person he needed...so ton's o'good thoughts, and when I get my computer back I'll hope the news is at least palatable...

There are boxes all over the freaking place.
I know what it means and I don't like it.
So why are you surprised that I growled at a box this morning?
It was there, I was ticked off...end of story. No use getting your panties in a knot.

I don't care if you're all tired and sore from moving stuff.

PAY ATTENTION TO ME!

Right. Now. Let me sit in your lap and then you scratch my chin and tell me how wonderful I am.

DO IT!

Hey, remember Merlin, the kitty I mentioned before that was sick and needed mojo? Well, he's finally starting to feel a little better, but he still needs mojo and prayers and 62 kinds of good thoughts. It's his Mom's birthday, and the best present she could get would be a heavy concentrated dose of Kitty Healing Brainwaves aimed right at the little guy.

The M word begins implementation tomorrow...Buddah and I will try to get on this week, but I'm not sure how much blogging we'll be able to do.

It occurred to me last night that it's been a long time since I've sat on the stairs and sung (sang? singed?) my little heart out. So I waited for the people to be asleep, planted my furry little butt on the landing between the two sets of stairs, and let it rip.

A few minutes later the Woman stumbled out and asked, "Are you all right? It's four in the freaking morning. Why are you making all that noise?"

Sheesh.

Because you missed it, lady, that's why.

Man, what a difference an hour makes.

I used to try to get the Woman up at 7 on the mornings she needed to get up to feed me us. But then she added crunchy food back into our diets, so I could eat a little in the middle of the night, and I wasn't starving by 5 a.m.

So now I don't wake her up until 8. And she doesn't seem to mind.

But she's still not exactly with it in the mornings. Like today. I jumped up on the bed and said "It's eight now. We're hungry."

She sighed and her eyes sort of fluttered open. "What time is is?"

"Eight."

"Move and let me see the clock."

"It's eight! It's eight!"

She leaned over and pushed my head down so she could squint at the clock. "Wow. It's after eight. "I bet you want to eat, don't you?"

Duh.

At least in her density, she's not grumpy about getting up, even though she does insist on going to the giant literbox before going downstairs...

I hope that lasts.

Lady, you can shake that finger at me all you want and tell me no all you want, but I know you're not gonna hit me, and growling works. So, there.

:::licks paws and chops:::

Mmmmmmm...chicken...

The People had baked chicken tonight, and they gave me some. They gave Buddah some, too, but he didn't want it, so the Woman said, "Go ahead...you can have it, Max."

So I ate it.

And it was good.

There's pie for dessert later, but I bet I don't get any of that.

Oh yeah, the sound of thundering elephants, that was me. I saw that wiggly white snake that the Woman had by the tail, and I went for it. It was flopping all over the place, making a ticking sound on the floor, and I felt compelled to kill it before it did her in.

Better yet, Buddah sat by watching, wanting to get in on it so badly, but it was my kill, so watching was all he got to do.

I think it's good and dead now. The Woman left it there on the floor and said I could play with it some before she tossed it out. I let Buddah take a bite then and he said "Ick. That tastes like plastic. Isn't it supposed to taste like chicken?" But you know, if she hadn't cut it off the stack of flat, empty boxes she brought in, it wouldn't have been a problem for her.

This is what happens when a person begins to implement the M word. White snakes that *I* have to kill.

It's The PsychoKitty Caption Game!

Just think of a caption, and submit it in the comments.

If the first kitty playing assigns a name to the kitty in the picture, then that's the name everyone has to use!

The packing has begun.
They are in the throes of implementing the M word.
Shoot me. Shoot me now.

I'm not really sure what prompted her to do it--the Woman gave us a Stinky Goodness snack at TWO IN THE MORNING--but I'm not complaining. And beause she was so nice, I did not try to wake her up this morning when we normally eat. No, I sat on the bed and stared at her quietly, letting her sleep.

Then Buddah jumped up on her, and even though he was quiet about it and just plopped down there to curl up, it woke her up.

She opened her eyes and mumbled "My bladder says good morning..."

Yeah, I didn't hear anyone say anything, and neither did Buddah. I think what she heard was one of the voices in her head talking to her.

So we were really good and didn't wake her up, but was she happy? No, she got up, went to the giant litterboox rom, and then went back to bed, mumbling something about three-thirty in the freaking morning and dying if she didn't get more sleep. She went back to bed, and we were left to just sit there and wait.

Hey, just because a guy gets a middle of the night snack that doesn't mean he's not hungry in the morning.

What good is being good if it doesn't get you some Stinky Goodness???

Ohhhhh...I looked out the upstairs window this morning and there's a sign in the front yard that says FOR SALE. The Woman saw me looking and she said "Yep, it's official," and then went yammering on about how there are so many houses for sale in the neighborhood and the owner is going to be lucky to just get people to come see it and how we're probably going to like the new place a lot more...

Yeah, I mostly stopped paying attention, jumped onto the bed, and started licking myself. It seems to me that's the most appropriate response to any talk involving the M-word.

I have a MySpace page.

I don't know exactly what I'll do with it.

But it occured to me...we kitties, in our quest to take over the world, can start by making our presence known in massive droves on MySpace.

We're already doing pretty good at taking over the blogosphere. Perhaps MySpace is the next logical step.

Join me, catizens of the blogosphere.

Heck, just create a page and friend me so I don't look so pathetic with my 3 friends over there...

Heyyas...one of my kitty friends--his name is Merlin but he doesn't have a blog--is sick and he needs all the good thoughts, well wishes, Mojo, and prayers we can give. He's just a little guy, and his Woman really needs him to get better.

Kitty Mojo is a powerful thing. The more we give, the more we have left, right?

Because We All Need To Smile, and Because The Man's Mom sent These, I Present:
Tiny Things That Aren't All Cats To Make You Smile
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OK. Didja smile?