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Awhile ago I posted about this very nice Hugh Hefner robe that I REALLY wanted for my birthday. Well my best friend on the innernets, Skeezix, sent me a gift certificate so that I could buy it!!! Can you BELIEVE IT??? And it came in the mail TODAY!!! So, what do you think??? Here I am, putting my best paw forward. Here I am, experimenting with my "tough cat" face. You can kind of see my kitty manhood in this pic. I'm sorry. One of the things I REALLY like about this robe -- besides the fact that it is SO SOFT AND COMFY -- is that it lets a little bit of my chest hair poke out. Very important for a man cat. Here is a view of the back. In this picture you can really see how soft my robe is. This is my "come over here, pretty cat lady" look. And, this is me looking very thoughtful. If I was on a cat dating site, I think this would be the picture I would put on my profile. I feel it conveys a certain..."hello ladies. I am very nice, and in a robe. W...

On the weekends my Person and I watch feetsball. Feetsball is a game where boy persons wear colored capri pants and round hats and run around a big back yard with a pig skin. A pig skin sounds like it would be big and pink and floppy and delishus, but in fact it is small and brown and shaped like an eyeball. Anyway, there are different feetsball teams from different places. Since my Person went to school in Michigan, that is who we cheer for. One of my best person friends, Liz, gave me a Michigan shirt awhile ago. I wear it while we watch the games: Feetsball is very important and my Person yells at the person teevee and jumps around a lot and gets very worked up when we watch it, so I try to be the calm one. Here I am, sitting on top of the teevee, trying to send the team good vibes. My Person thinks I must be a good luck charm, because Michigan won this weekend! Feetsball is kind of confusing, but my Person says there are a lot more games to come, so hopefully I will understan...

A few days ago I was watching the cat teevee and my Person was on it! This happens sometimes, usually in the mornings or at night. She was downstairs talking to this guy who lives right next door to us. His name is Tommy. Tommy might be part cat, I think, because he is always outside with no shirt on, and he is VERY VERY furry. Sometimes I sit by the cat teevee and I talk to Tommy when he is on it, and sometimes he talks back. The cat teevee is a strange invenshun. Anyway, she was talking to Tommy about how there was this great chair down the street and would he please go get it for her. He was drinking some dark stuff out of a glass -- maybe it was Friskies grayvee -- and he seemed really happy (I would be too if I had a whole big glass of Friskies grayvee), and so he said he would go get it for my Person. And THEN my Person came off the cat teevee and inside, and she was carrying the big chair! Except, I think she was just talking in code so that I wouldn't know it was r...

Since I have come to live with my Person, I have not told her very much about my past. Some of it would make her sad -- for example, I wound up with her because somebody else abandoned me at the pet store -- and some of it she wouldn't believe (like before that, I was very well known on the streets for my man cat walk, and I ran with a gang of small chiwahwahs). Anyway, because of all of the mystery surrounding my past, my Person -- and me too! -- doesn't know exactly when my birthday is. So she decided to just celebrate it on the day I came to live with her, which was October 3. Before I came to live with my Person and after I got left at that pet store, I stayed with this very nice lady named Kara. Kara had never had cats before, but she did a really good job with me. I don't know if Kara reads my blog, but if she does, I want to say thanks for taking such good care of me. And for really turning me on to modeling for a camera. I mean, that has really changed my life. Like...

My best friend Skeezix turned two on Saturday and he threw a big party for all of his friends on the innernets. To help all of his friends celebrate, he sent out these GREAT party pax to them. We weren't supposed to open them until Saturday, but my Person had plans before the party started, so after I got into my PJs on Friday night we opened my pak together! Here I am in my nightshirt, very carefully pushing the party pak over to my Person. (It's important to make sure your person knows exactly what to do, or she might get distracted) And here I am digging into the goods! You'll notice that there were some delicious cans of the foods, a tinsel ball, two toy mice, a BIG BAG OF CATNIP, and some pins and magnets with Skeezix's face on them. In this picture, I am most interested in the plastic bag. I figured it was too small to put my booty on, so I just dug in it and smelled it real good for awhile. But then, I DID manage to get my booty on top of that plastic bag! ...

Here is my and my Person. This picture is from earlier this week. It is very rewarding to have a Person, but it is also a big responsibility. You have to tuck them in at night, and train them to give you the foods and the snuggles when YOU want them, and you have to make sure that they get up on time in the morning. I am just figuring out the best way to do that last one. I used to pee on the couch, but then I realized that the couch is not in the same room where my Person sleeps, so she would not notice the pee until she was already up, and that was not fun for anybody. Then I started jumping on top of her dresser and mraw mrawing really loudly, and then knocking things onto the floor, but that just made her yell "Kis-MET HONESTLY WHAT IS IT??" I couldn't think of another way to make sure she got up on time for a long time, but now I think I've got it. Listen closely, cats! First, you listen for the loud box to start beeping. The loud box will usually be rig...

I was reading my friend Skeezix's blog about cats who like boxes, and I realized that I have never really given boxes a chance. So I looked around our apartment and I couldn't find one. First, I tried to go in my room. My room is right next to my Person's room. Since she knows I like to lay on top of things, she puts the things she puts on her feets in there. Some of them are clacky and pointy and I do not lay on top of those, but a lot of them are flat and made of cloth, so I do like to lay on those. My room also has some things hanging in it, like my Person's things that she wears, and many of them have evil vishus ribbons or strings that hang down, so I fight them when I am in my room. But even though I really like my room, it is not the same as a box. So I left my room to look for one. I couldn't find one for a long time. But then, yesterday, like magic, ONE APPEARED!! I went to check it out immediately. First, I crawled inside and pawed at the paper tha...

Here are some more pictures of me sitting on top of some things. The first one is me on another one of my Person's cushy bags that she carries around. When she carries them around there is usually lots of STUFF in them, but when she gets home she moves the stuff from one bag to another, so there is always an empty one for me to lay on. It's nice of her to think of me like that. It is also nice of her to have such BIG cushy bags, because I would not fit on the small ones that some people have. And here I am on a plastic bag. I love plastic bags. They are my most favorite thing to sit on because they feel very nice on my booty. You can also see my big whisker humps in this picture, and my square jawline. The shirt I am wearing here is my OTHER Skeezix the Cat shirt. I have two. I have not been able to blog so very much lately because my Person packed up a big bag of things and left AGAIN. But I was okay with that because I sat her down and we had a very nice talk about it before ...