We have two litterboxes.
They are in the same little room under the stairs, about 3 inches apart.
Last night someone pooped right in that little space between the two boxes.
Almost the exact center.
And it was a good one, too.
The Younger Human discovered it, and laughed his a$$ off.
The Woman wants to know who the culprit is.
Like we'd ever tell...

Bonnie tagged me and then others did, so I finally got the Woman off the computer so I could do it too...

A) Four places I have lived:

1. Travis AFB, CA
2. Evil, Ohio
3. In an apartment
4. In a house
5. In another house

B) Four things I love to watch:

1. People doing stoopid stuffs
2. Buddah running into a wall
3. Water swirling in the toilet
4. Any People opening a can of Stinky Goodness

C) Four places I have been outside my home:

1. In the car so we could move--MORE THAN ONCE!!!!
2. the stabby place, lotsa times
3. In my plastic tomb, outside, where Sticky Little People play
4. The stabby place counts way too much t only mention once

D) Four websites I visit daily:

1. FARK.com
2. The mows, best comic EVAH!
3. The blogs on my blogroll, even when I don't comment, I go to them all. Except that one. You know who you are. ;)
4. The Woman's blog, to see if she's talking about me

E) Four of my favorite foods:

1. Stinky Goodness
2. Temptations crunchy treats
3. Fancy Feast crunchy food
4. Shrimp!

F) Four places I would rather be right now:

1. In the kitchen, eating Stinky Goodness
2. In the office, eating crunchy food
3. In the litterbox, making room for more food
4. On a warm lap

G) Four toys I have owned and played with:

1. The sneaky red dot
2. A tribble
3. Cat dancer
4. Buddah, especially when he doesn't expect it

H) Four nicknames my staff have tried to assign me:

1. Big Guy
2. Snarkmeister
3. Bottomless Pit
4. PSYCHOKITTY!!!!

I) Regarding Catnip:

Love it
It's nice
Could take it or leave it
Don't like it or can't have it

J) Regarding Cat Grass:

Love it
It's nice
Could take it or leave it
Don't like it or can't have it

K) First four things I'd buy after winning the lottery:

Shrimp
Kitty Crack
Alla da Stinky Goodness
A new Rumbly bike for the people, cause when they're out riding, they're not bugging me

L) Four things I do besides eat, sleep, and litterbox:

Write about how horrible my life is
Push Buddah down the stairs
Stick my nose up the Woman's nostril
Sing at 3 a.m.

M) Four things I want to do this summer:

Eat all the stinky goodness, and then find some more
Push Buddah off the wall cutout
Write a best seller
Deposit the Worlds Biggest Poop into a litter box

N) My four most prized possessions that have limited value to anyone else:

Buddah
The Woman
The Man
my Tribble

O) What I’m going to do before tomorrow is over:

Step on one of the Woman's nipples
Meow loud enough at night that she'll think something is wrong
Eat Stinky Goodness
Push Buddah down the stairs

P) Which of the following is your favorite place to hide and play?

Paper bags
Plastic bags
Boxes
Other (please describe)


Q) Four other "pets" your staff have kept with you:

Lots of fishies
Hank the Dog
Buddah Pest
The Younger Human

R) Four furiends I tag to respond:

Everybody has been tagged it seems...I'm always late to the party...

You Lookin' At Me?



Buddah is always jumping on the bookcases so he can get up to these wall cutouts, so tonight I decided to go up there and see what the big thrill is.

I dunno...I was up there long enough to make the People think I didn't know how to get down, and to get Buddah all riled up, but I couldn't figure out what the big deal is. It's up high and all, and that's nice, but I don't see why Buddah gets such a thrill out of it.

Maybe if the cutouts were wider and it were easier to stretch out...

I might get back up there sometime. It's worth it just to see the People go all nutsoid over wondering if I can get down. I can get down! I just didn't see the point of making the effort to get there and then turning around and going the other way.

Sheesh, Buddah's up there all the time and no one gets their panties in a wad.

Oh, and this had nothing to do with being up there, no matter what they think. She had the fuzzy blanket! It was warm! Wrm is very important when they don't have the heat up.

Ya know, when a kitty hocks up the Hairball of All Hairballs, it's not nice to ask "Is your tummy empty now?" Of course it is! Clean up the mess, and then open a can! The kitty depends on you!

Hungry...so hungry...

Sometimes, you just gotta pin them down for a nice nap...

Did anyone stop think think maybe that Brittney pop queen lady just wanted to be furless and get a couple of tattoos and that's all there is to it?

I wonder if I'd look good furless.

I have a kitty crack habit, too.

If I got all furless and went into rehab, maybe I'd be famous, too. And rich. A rich, famous, crackheaded, furless, p....

Oh. I better not go there. That would be rude.

But do ya think I'd look good furless? I'd probably just get really cold and my nipples would get all puckery, and that's not the bad boy image I really want.

I was gonna complain about how the Woman said this is my year, and then I found out it's the Year of the Pig and how rude that is but now I don't feel like it. Please go to William's blog and say something to try to make him feel a little better. I don't think we can make him feel better, but he's sad right now and could probably use his friends.

Last night I was blog surfing to wish everyone a Happy VD, and the computer started going all wonky on me, and the Woman couldn't make it stop no matter how many bad words she said to it. I only got to half the blogs...I feel bad, not being able to spread my VD cheer around. She says she's got to back up her hard drive and then do a restore, but that doesn't help me any. I had VD joy to spread around! Lots of it.

Ok, she says that's not funny anymore...I think it is, but she says it reflects badly on her. All the better, eh?

Buddah didn't get to blog at all yesterday, but he doesn't even know about VD, so I suppose that's all right...

May there be lots of shrimp and kitty crack and crunchy treats and Stinky Goodness for you today!

Oddz N Endz N An Apology

The Woman invades Max's space...

I owe Beau a huge apology; actually, an apology won't be nearly good enough, because what happened was entirely my fault, and if it had been me, I would have been more than upset, I think.

I left Beau out of the book. He submitted several poems, got his publishing agreement in way ahead of time, emailed me to make sure I got everything, and I still managed to screw it up. It is inexcusable--seriously--and I don't think I can apologize enough.

At this point, with the book well into distribution channels, I can't afford to pull it again. I would if I could, because this was a mistake that even a novice shouldn't make. As it is, I'm also catching typos that I never should have let slip past.

I'm hoping--if there's enough interest--to publish another kitty anthology this fall, and if Beau will allow it, his work WILL appear then. With the next one all contributors will get an electronic proof copy before it goes to the printer, to make sure there are no screw ups.

Now, back to Max...

• We finally got tri-tip last night. For those who have never had it, triptip is a chunk of dead cow. I don't know what part of the cow, but it's very tender and tasty. The Woman says it's kind of like bris-kitt.


• If you can't bid on the auction, please don't feel bad. It wasn't meant to make anyone feel bad.I'm sorry if that happened.


• Bones, the model for the book cover, is offering an 8 x 10, to be signed by both the model and the photographer, and we'll auction that next.


• Buddah has started to beg for food between meals; I have taught him well.

View From The Kitty

And people wonder why we run from them a lot...
Look at that! Who wouldn't run?!?!
Oh...and blow your nose, Woman...
Sheesh.

AND WE DIDN'T GET TRI-TIP EITHER! THEY LIED!
I want my freaking meat!

Don't forget the auction!

I think the Woman feels bad about the whole steak thing. As she should. She says she was just so ticked off that she dropped it that she didn't even think about giving it to me and Buddah. And she's too wussy to rinse stuff like that off and eat it. Supposedly sometime this week we're going to have Tri-tip and we'll get some. I'll believe that when I see it.

OK...are you ready for the very first Psychokitty Sooper Dooper Auction??? It starts as soon as I can get the page up and runs for a whole week. There's lots of goodies in this auction, including something for your favorite People. All the money we get from this will be combined with money from the pre-sales of WATK for donation. I swear, I will not take it and run out and buy kitty crack and shrimp and Stinky Goodness. Well, maybe... Ack, no, I will not. I'll just guilt the Woman into getting those things for me.

Ohyeah. If you read the Woman's blog you know about the Great Steak Incident. She had this wonderful, juicy, beefy, delicious hunk of meat practically in her hands (ok, she had this shiny thingy she was holding it with) and she dropped it! Right there outside the back door. One second she was going to bring it inside, and the next it was on the ground.

And you know what she did then? Do you? Do you???

SHE THREW IT AWAY!!!!

I don't care if it had dirt on it! It was steak! FILET OF MINIONS!!! I would have eaten it! I would have been perfectly fine with a little dirt here and there, but noooooo she just tossed it into the trash and ate smashed ta-toes and corm for dinner.

What the heck is wrong with this woman? There are kitties starving all over the world! You don't just throw steak away!

I am just so upset, I can barely think straight.

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If you ordered a book or two, check your snail mail in a few days. Unless you live across the pond, in which case check in a week or two.

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Coming soon: The Sooper Dooper PsychoKitty Auction to benefit those to whom we will donate!

Lady, I am sniffing every inch of you that I can because you've been outside all afternoon, apparently playing in dirt, and it smells funky and intriguing and invokes my inate curiosity about all things stinky. Plus, it annoys you.

Feed me now.

Go on... open a can and I'll stop sticking my nose in your armpit.

Really now...does a person really need an explanation why two kitties would switch plates right in the middle of breakfast? Just because we each had the same thing, that doesn't mean we didn't want to taste what the other one had. His can of Salmon Stinky Goodness mighta been a touch tastier than mine, and vice versa. Right now, if I was a teenage girl, I'd be rolling my eyes with a deep "Duh!" sigh through my nose.