Tuesday, December 21, 2004

I love to lick the catnip banana.

I lick it and lick it and lick it and it gets all wet and soggy.

Then I get really hungry and I go into the kitchen and eat and eat and eat.

Then I take a good long nap.

Then I go lick the catnip banana again.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

I singed my tail on the stove.

I pretended it didn't hurt because mom is forever taking me off the stove and telling me NOT to go back up there.

I will not let her know it hurt when I accidentally stuck my tail in the fire under the pot of boiling water.

I will have NO reaction when she rubs balm into my tail to cool it off.

I will NOT let her think she was right about this.

Screw her.

P.S. Ouch.

Wednesday, December 8, 2004

I have been especially loving and snuggly with my mom this week.

I keep jumping in her lap, putting my paws over her shoulder and rubbing my face against hers.

At night I sleep curled against her belly under the covers.

When she's in the shower, I peek around the curtain and gaze at her adoringly and meow a lot.

I am being particularly attentive.

Probably because I have done something very bad that she has yet to discover and I'm trying to soften her up...

Tuesday, December 7, 2004

Something is going on.

There is a big crate in my living room.

It smells like...well, I don't know what it smells like, but the scent has been referred to as "Siri" by my mom.

I do so hope this Siri thing is not going to inhabit the crate.

If I had hair it would be standing up right now!

Wednesday, December 1, 2004

I love to lick butter. Grover does, too.

It is a very tasty treat.

Not quite as tasty as licking mom's plate of brisket when she's not paying attention, but rather quite luscious all the same.

Tuesday, November 30, 2004


It's Grover.

Listen, if you sniff a piece of cotton, sometimes it sticks to your nose and you can't get it off and you run around shaking your head like crazy and you bump into a wall and fall and then you bite and scratch your mom when she tries to hold you still to pull the piece of cotton off your nose and then you run away and you are breathing so heavy now you almost inhale the piece of cotton and you start snorting and finally your mom grabs you and pulls the cotton off your nose and puts you back on the floor.

I'm just sayin'.



Tuesday, November 23, 2004


It's Grover.

Listen, I am not the one who made the pillow cases all dirty and smudgy.

That was Piggy.

He does not know how to leave the litterbox with a clean butt.

I do.

Piggy = Dirty Butt.

Grover = Clean Butt.

It was NOT me who dirtied the bed!




Wednesday, November 17, 2004

I like to sit on the stove, especially when something is cooking and it's all warm and cozy and what not.

I particularly like it when the tea pot is full of water that is boiling and steam is pouring out the spout. I put my face right there with my chin high in the air and I just LOVE it!

I do not understand why my mom makes me stop. I haven't gotten burned yet, but she keeps saying I will if I don't cut it out.

She has NO idea what she's talking about or how good it feels to have steam on my face or how mad I get when she makes me stop!


Friday, November 12, 2004

Yo, mom!

It's insulting to say as you clean our litterbox, "Ewwww! What the fuck have you cats been eating??????"

Thank you.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Week in review thus far.

One little black pottery bowl from Istanbul. Broken.

One little cream colored handmade bowl from a potter in New Jersey. Broken.

One white coffee cup. Broken.

I'd say it's been a pretty productive week and it's only Thursday.

Tuesday, November 9, 2004

The best time to express your love is at 3:00 in the morning.

And, the best way to express your love is by purring.


At 3:00 in the morning, the house is very quite so your purrs sound extra loud, even though they already sound like an idling Mac truck to start with.

Make sure you also pat your mom on her face with your paws every three minutes or so, just when you think she's fallen back to sleep.

Alternate that with licks on her eyelashes.

Ignore her when she says, "Piggy! Go to sleep!" and tries to hold you close.

Do not be fooled by her affection. She is just trying to contain your exuberance.

Keep purring and patting and licking her.

She will appreciate being shown just how very much you adore her.


Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Mom wanted to know why I kept sticking my paw under the front door.

So, she opened the door to see what was out there and I dove out so freaking fast she didn't even have time to stop me.

The reason I've been sticking my paw under the door is there is a GIRL CAT out there and she's been tormenting me for DAYS!

I jumped on her, hard, all 23 pounds of me - and I started to pummel her and mom screamed at me and had to pull me off.

Then I got yelled at and tossed back into the house while mom went to make sure the girl cat was OK.

Mom said, "How can a cat with no fur who couldn't even survive outside and loves to snuggle be so freaking mean?"

I'm not mean. I'm just territorial.


And if that girl cat knows what is good for her, she won't be coming 'round my door no more.

Because I will kick her ass again.


Tuesday, October 19, 2004

I haven't been here in a month.

I've been very busy.

I had toys to play with, food to eat, a litter box to dirty.

I had bugs to kills, Grover to beat up and cheese to sneak off my mom's plate.

I had dirty paw prints to leave all over the bathroom, a bottle of cranberry juice to break and spill all over the floor and a plastic bag to get tangled up in.

I had a beaded earring to steal (hee hee, no one has found it yet!) and a sweater to shred and a lightbulb to break.

I had to get used to sleeping under the covers again (it's COLD!).

I also had to get used to something new - I got some hair! Well, not hair really, more like little tiny stubbly bits. I know, I know, how scary. Don't worry, they'll fall out soon.

So, you see, I've been very busy.

But now I'm back.


Monday, September 20, 2004

Ah, cool weather!

My favorite time of year!

I get to climb under the covers with my mom at night and sweat and make us both all sticky.


Wednesday, September 8, 2004

Oh my gosh! The most amazing thing has happened to me!

My brother Rocky has found me!

I know, I know, it's unbelievable. Two years after we were born and went home with our own moms, he tracked me down.

And he even forgives me for torturing him when we were kittens!

Oh, he is gorgeous! Looks just like me, but is only half my size (I can't help it, I'm big boned!). Also, I have a dark patch on the tip of my nose and he has a dark patch to the right of his instead.

Oh, I wish you could see him - he is so very cute. His mom is named Lisa and he has her wrapped around his little paw just like I have my mom wrapped around mine. These humans, such suckers!

And, guess what?

He wears CLOTHES. I'm serious. I saw him in a Hawaiian shirt and in a costume. He told me he was rather embarrassed by it and from the look on his face (that same look of utter disdain I give my mom after she wipes my butt with baby wipes) I'd say he was telling the truth. But he looks awfully adorable!

I also saw him sitting on Santa's lap.

I wonder if Santa brought him presents?

Suddenly I'm thinking I may have been given to the wrong mom...

Tuesday, August 31, 2004

This morning I got sneak attacked!

Usually I get my bath in the kitchen sink - and I'm wise, so when I see my mom taking the scrubby gloves out of the bathroom and the baby shampoo out of the closet and putting a towel down on the floor, I run and hide under the bed.

This buys me at least a half hour more before I eventually get dumped in the dreaded sink, but at least it's a bit of a break.

Anyway, so today, this morning actually, my mom was in the shower and, as I always do, I jumped on the tub and walked around the back and peeked into the curtain.

And, the bitch grabbed me!!!

And took me in the shower with her!!!

And, she had her scrubby gloves on already!

I could NOT believe it.

She knelt down with me and scrubbed me all over and tried to talk all soothing-like to me, but I was not fooled. Harrumph.

I have to say, it wasn't really so horrible. I mean, the shower wasn't hitting me or anything, but I freaked at one point. Baths are bad enough, but SHOWERS?

So, I freaked and jumped out of the tub and she had to chase me, both of us all wet and naked, across the kitchen.

Well, she got what she deserved.

But, of course, she caught me.

Then I got rinsed off and dried in a big, white towel.

Then I cleaned myself with my tongue for the next forty-five minutes until I felt like me again.

At least I know tonight I won't be getting a bath.

But she's got another thing coming if she thinks I'm peeking at her in the shower again.

Friday, August 27, 2004


It's Grover.

Listen. I eat the same food Piglet does.

And I am not a stinker, no matter what he says.




Wednesday, August 25, 2004

My favorite blanket is blue and black plaid and I love it.

I like to drag it under the computer chair and curl up in it.

Sometimes I drag it over by the bookcase and curl up there.

And, if I see Grover curled up on it I chase him off and curl up in his warm spot.

It's MINE!

Monday, August 23, 2004

I don't know what Grover's been eating, but he just pooped and I had to run from the room! Sheesh!

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Me and Grover keep smelling each other's butts.

I mean, a LOT.

So much so, that mom came over and checked both our butts to make sure nothing bad was going on down there.

It's not and we were both pretty insulted with the scrutinizing.

It's just really fun to butt sniff and you get a lot of information about a cat that way.

I have officially declared today "Butt Smelling Day".

Go smell a butt!

You'll learn something new every day!

Friday, August 6, 2004

You can say what you want about me and Grover hating each other, but when he's standing there hacking up a hairball, who's right beside him licking his head?

That's right. ME!

Monday, August 2, 2004

OK. I have discovered a new way of sitting.

It is very relaxing and soothing.

I think you should all try it right now.

It looks like this.



Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Today I woke up at 5am and wanted to play.

I jumped off the bed and went to the closet to get my favorite fishing pole toy.

I was having a hard time getting it out of the closet, so Grover came to help me.

Neither one of us could get it out though - it must have been caught on something.

Grover went into the closet to investigate at the same time mom got out of bed, said "No, Piggy. It's not playtime." She firmly shut the closet door and I got back into bed and we went to sleep.

About an hour later we heard a scratching sound coming from the closet. We both sat up and looked at the closet door. Then mom looked at Grover's pillow and noticed he wasn't there.

"Oh, Grover!" she said and opened the door and he got all sorts of kisses and hugs.


I can't figure out why it took the stupid furry thing a whole hour to complain about being locked in there!

Maybe he fell asleep in there like I did once on that pile of snowboarding clothes.

Hmmm...maybe it's more comfortable in there than on the bed.

I'm going to have to try it out!

Monday, July 26, 2004

I am back to sleeping in the bed with Grover and my mom.

I didn't have a choice - it was either get back in bed or let Grover gloat about how HE gets to sleep against mom's belly every night.

And you know I don't want to be hearing that.


Thursday, July 22, 2004

I have not slept in the bed in a few days and my mom is sad.

I don't know why I haven't. Maybe it's the fan. Maybe it's the AC. Maybe I'm just feeling cranky. I really don't know.

However, I still make sure to come into the bedroom in the middle of the night, jump on the bed, wake up Grover and make him get off the bed before I go back to sleep on the chair in the studio.

Why should he be comfortable if I can't be?

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

I'm cranky.

I had a bath last night.

The whole works - ears, nails, etc.

I'm getting sick of it.

Grover never has to take baths. Not once since I've known him as he been stuck in the big kitchen sink and rubbed all over with scrubby gloves and Baby Shampoo.

But me, happens all the damned time!

Not fair.

Sunday, July 18, 2004

I do not like the fan blowing on me.

I had to sleep in the studio last night because it was annoying my ears.

And, Grover, if you are reading this, I know you snuck under the covers into my spot against mom's belly and I'm not happy about it.

Tonight, fan or no fan, I am sleeping there, so don't get any ideas!

Friday, July 16, 2004

I like rolling.

It's fun.

I roll on my back and then I lay there with my paws in the air and my neck bent all funny and then I swish myself back and forth like a fish out of water.

I like to wag my tail. Sometimes it forms a giant question mark. I like to hit things with it, particularly Grover.

I like to chew on hair clips.

Or just hair.

Thursday, July 15, 2004


This is Grover.

Listen, Piggy is a brat.

Last night I was sleeping all nicely and what not next to my mom and at 2:00 in the morning Piggy wakes up and starts romping around.

So of course, he has to jump on me and wake me up and make me get off the bed, too.

Then we started playing with the crinkle ball.

Then mom got up and hid the crinkle ball in the basket in the bathroom (we saw where you put it!).

Then we started rolling around in the studio.

Then we got squirted with the squirt bottle.

Then mom got really mad and screamed, "Grover! Piggy! STOP IT!"

Notice how she said MY name first, as if I had anything to do with it.

I got lucky though, because a few minutes later, after we had knocked over the garbage can and I started hissing loudly, she got up, grabbed Piggy and took him into bed with her. She held him tight and said, "NOW STAY HERE AND GO TO SLEEP!"

Then she said, "Grover, get up here and go to bed."

So I did. Because I'm a good boy, not a bad boy.

Piggy's face was full of disdain as she held him there.

And I just smiled and went to sleep.



Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Cherry tomatoes still on the vine.

They are fun.

And cute.

And, I must look especially adorable sleeping next to them, because I didn't even get yelled at for carrying some into my mom's bed and curling up around them.

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

I like the little wire twisties that come on loaves of bread.

I untwist them from the bread myself and take them over to my blue plaid blanket where I chew and chew and chew...

Until my mom realizes what it is I'm eating and then she takes it away because she thinks I'll get poked with the wire or choke on the thing.

Good thing she doesn't know about the secret stash of them I've got under the bed.

Sunday, July 11, 2004

I had a bath today.

And my ears cleaned.

And my nails clipped.

And my eyes wiped.

And I got yelled at because I knocked the lamp over and the bulb broke.

Some days nothing goes my way.


Friday, July 9, 2004

Oh my gosh! The BIGGEST THING EVER was on the wall near the ceiling!

I was napping all comfy-like on the computer monitor and this thing was so freaking gigantic it actually woke me up with the noise it made as it undulated along the wall.

It was HUGE!

My mom saw me wake up and stand up and stare (I'm sort of like a Pointer dog that way) and she screamed.

I was so excited because I thought for sure she'd let me kill it for her, but no.

She ran into the kitchen and got her camera and a big can of Raid.

I don't know if she got any good pictures of the creature, but she sprayed so much Raid that the house smells like a chemical factory.

Then she was on the floor with Clorox Bleach Wipes, picking up bug carcass and cleaning any Raid residue and telling us to stay away.

She ruined all the fun!

Thursday, July 8, 2004

I like the little silver balloon on a stick.

It is fun to play soccer with.

I pick up the stick in my mouth and carry the balloon around with me. I like to take it into the bed.

I like to look at my face in the reflective surface of the balloon.

I am a handsome devil.

Wednesday, July 7, 2004

There is a fly in here and he's driving me CRAZY!

He teases me. He taunts me.

He flies right near me and I bat at him and almost hit him, but then he sits just high enough on the wall where I can't catch him.


You just wait, fly.

You just wait...

Tuesday, July 6, 2004

I like to jump on the windowsill and wrap myself up in the long, muslin curtains.

I do this all the time and I think I look really cute all snug as a bug in a rug.

Yesterday though, I got a bit over-zealous in my twisting about and I pulled the curtains down.

Then I had to go meow loudly at my mom to fix them.

She's good like that.

Saturday, July 3, 2004

I was spared a bath this morning because there is no hot water!
Ha ha!!!

Thursday, July 1, 2004

You need to know this.

Do NOT lick the bar of soap.


Monday, June 28, 2004

The grocery delivery man took one look at me and asked, "Is that a dog or a cat?"

My mom said, "He's a cat.

The man said, "He's got a big belly."

If I could talk I'd tell him he's got a pretty big belly himself!

I'm SUPPOSED to have a pot belly. It's my breed's standard and I live up to it fully.


Friday, June 25, 2004


It's Grover.

Listen, does anyone want a pot-bellied, pink, bald, so-called cat?

He drives me crazy with his constant need to bother me and pounce on me.

I should also warn you that he smells like mushrooms and potatoes. Maybe you won't mind that.

He also likes to lick stuff, especially me.

He gets stuck in high places because he has to follow me everywhere I go, but he's too much of a big lug to get himself back down.

He is very good at catching spiders and he is a strong wrestler.

He is also good at making sure I'm OK when I'm coughing up a hairball, which is something he never gets because he doesn't have any hair.

He can be very warm and snuggly sometimes, when he's not being a big, evil brat.

He learns well, too - like, I taught him how to knock things off of shelves and tables and he's really good at it now.

And, he's a very good at tipping over garbage cans and stealing used Q-tips from them.

Hmmmm, on second thought, you can't have him.

He's mine.



Wednesday, June 23, 2004

I wake up every morning at 3 o'clock.

I don't know why.

But it's very annoying.

I have to run around like crazy trying to tire myself out.

Doesn't work.

I have to paw at my mom and pounce on Grover until the urge to sleep returns.

That's usually about 6 o'clock.

Just when my mom has to get out of bed.


Thursday, June 17, 2004


It's Grover.

Happy Birthday Piggy! You are two years old today. I bet you didn't even remember it was your birthday.

Even though you forgot my birthday last week (I turned 6 and I will always be older and smarter than you!), and you smell like mushrooms and potatoes, and you like to torment me, I still love you.

I just wish you didn't actually live here all the time.


Usually, I get my bath at night.

I hate it.

But today I got one this morning.

You know what though? It's so damned hot in this place I didn't even mind when my mom called me sweaty and stuck me in the sink.

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

This morning I discovered I really like peanut butter and rose jam on wheat bread.

But I had to drink a whole bowl of water afterwards.

Now Grover says I smell like peanuts, instead of his usual comment that I smell like mushrooms and potatoes.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

I really enjoy licking...myself, my mom, Grover when he lets me, the catnip banana, the computer monitor, the scratching post, the windowsill, the floor, the blue and white striped rug under the desk chair, the stove, the bathtub, the round silver mirror, the cell phone, plates that had food on them.

Licking. It's good.

Monday, June 14, 2004


It's Grover.

Listen, I don't know why no matter where I am sleeping, Piglet has to jump on me and scare me, but I am sick of it.

He did it again in the middle of the night last night. I was sleeping very comfortably on two pillows and he just gallumps onto me like a big horse and scares me.

As soon as I ran away, he went back to his usual spot against mom's stomach and went to sleep.

He's a brat.




Friday, June 11, 2004

Yesterday it was so hot that me and Grover didn't even want to move.

Grover said we couldn't just lay here and do nothing. He thought we should protest the heat.

So, we did.

First, we knocked over the big cup of tea that mom had left undrunk on the kitchen table. It was especially fun because the white curtains had blown onto the kitchen table and they got totally soaked in the tea. Tea ran across the table and onto the chair and raced across the floor. It got really sticky later, but we kind of liked how it felt and we also liked the little sticky paw prints we left all over the kitchen and bathroom floors.

Then, we went into the studio and knocked over all the cups of pencils and pens and crayons and markers. Then we played with them, mostly knocking them under the computer desk. I made sure to chew on almost all the pencils. Tasty.

Then, we went into the living room and knocked the heart milagros off the wall.

And, of course, we kicked litter from the litter box all over the floor.

We were very tired when we were finished, but I think we got our point across because it's much cooler in here today.

Wednesday, June 9, 2004

It is so hot in here that I think I should climb into a roasting pan and stick an apple in my mouth.

Monday, June 7, 2004

Just because I swoon when I hear my mom sing me Barry Manilow's 'I Can't Smile Without You' does not mean I'm a big old sap, no matter what Grover says.

Tuesday, June 1, 2004

We had a visitor this weekend. I really liked him and I curled up on his stomach while he read on the couch.

Then he went to sleep and I climbed under the covers and went to sleep, too.

I thought everything was going really well between us, until about 3 o'clock in the morning when he INSISTED on moving around and disturbed me so much I had to get up and go into the bedroom to sleep with my mom.

These humans, they just don't get it. I'm King of the Universe, not them.


Wednesday, May 26, 2004

As far as I am concerned, this is an insult to Sphynxs everywhere.


Monday, May 24, 2004

I like to chew on Q-tips.
I like how they bounce.
I like the fuzzy stuff on the ends.
Mom said I'm not allowed to play with Q-tips because I might choke on them.
But I always find where she hides them.
I cannot be stopped!

Sunday, May 23, 2004


This is Grover.

Me and Piggy played with a giant roach!!!

Oh my gosh, it was so much fun!!! We must have played with it for two hours before it stopped running around.

And, really, it was very good of us to do, as our mom is not a fan of prehistoric creatures running around her kitchen.

We did leave its crunchy carcass outside the bathroom door though, so she couldn't miss it.

She screamed when she saw it, then kissed us and told us we were very good boys for killing it and saving her the trauma.

She picked it up in a pink-flowered paper towel and threw it out, all the while making a disgusted face.

That made me think we did the right thing by leaving it outside the bathroom instead of bringing it to her in bed.



Monday, May 17, 2004

I caught a spider but I wasn't allowed to eat it. Rats!

Hmmmm...I wish there were rats. I'm in the mood for a good battle!

Sunday, May 9, 2004

Lying in the sun is very good.

Lying in the sun after you just ate fresh tuna is very, very good.

Lying in the sun next to Grover, who didn't get to eat any fresh tuna, and telling him about it, is very, very, very good.

Thursday, May 6, 2004

I do not care if you've already played with me and my favorite toy for three hours.

I want MORE!

Tuesday, May 4, 2004

Question: What is the most comfortable place in the house to take a nap?

Answer: Any place Grover is sleeping!

Is it my fault if he hisses and swats and runs away as soon as I try to lay next to him?

Anyway, when he runs away, I curl up in his warm spot for a good nap.

Friday, April 30, 2004

Yet another bath yesterday.

This time I escaped!!!

I waited until I was all wet and soapy and slippery, then I gripped the edge of the sink with my claws and leaped right out of mom's hands like a wet sausage!

It worked!!!

I ran across the kitchen floor and made it all the way into the living room before mom caught me.

Hee hee.

Wednesday, April 28, 2004

Today I learned that if I am going to sneak something out of the garbage bag and eat it and not get caught, it better not be the day-old cinnamon rolls.

Six hours later and I still smell like a bakery.

Tuesday, April 27, 2004

I heard my mom ask if I must poop in the box every single time she has just finished cleaning it.

Yes, yes I must.

Friday, April 16, 2004

I do NOT like to get my ears cleaned.

I do, however, like to steal dirty Q-tips from the garbage and chew on them.


Monday, April 12, 2004

Today I dragged a blanket under the chair and made a tent and climbed in and went to sleep.

Now if my mom would shut up about how cute I am, I could maybe get some rest.

Tuesday, April 6, 2004

I just had a bath on Saturday but I was in the kitchen a second ago and saw my mom getting the baby shampoo out again!

I am going to hide!

Monday, April 5, 2004

I met our neighbors and they asked if I was a dog.


Friday, April 2, 2004

Ok, so how was I supposed to know the apple crisp just sitting there on a plate wasn't for me to lick? Geez...

Wednesday, March 31, 2004

10:30 am - Wake up from a good night's sleep. Eat some food. Drink some water.

10:35 am - Poop.

10:35 am - Have my butt wiped with babywipes.

10:36 am - Reclean my butt with my tongue.

10:38 am - Burrow under the covers for a nap.

Tuesday, March 30, 2004


It's Grover.

Listen, every time I get comfortable someplace, Piglet comes over and annoys me so much I have to jump off. Then, he curls up in my warm spot and goes to sleep.

He's a jerkstore.



Monday, March 29, 2004

I turn in circles at least three times before I settle down to sleep. This is important to do, because it's important to be very comfortable and sometimes it takes a while until you know just what exactly will make you comfortable.

Friday, March 26, 2004

I love sitting on the windowsill in the sun. I also love licking the paint off the windowsill, but I keep getting yelled at for that.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004


It's me, Grover.

Listen, Piggy is a bully. He's three times my size and he is always bothering me and taunting me.

I discovered that if I jump on him from the back and bite his neck while howling at him, he is rendered pretty much defenseless.

Of course, then I get yelled at for hurting him, but he deserves it.



Monday, March 15, 2004

All day today, Grover kept trying to ride me like a horse.

He kept making this loud screaming sound and mom got pissed off.

Grover is a freak today.


Monday, March 8, 2004

I puked two times. I hate puking.

Before I puke, I cry.

After I puke, I feel better.

But I really hate puking.

Thursday, March 4, 2004

Mom's been sleeping on the couch where I like to be. I had to shove myself in there so I could take my nap, too.

What a hog.

Wednesday, March 3, 2004

Today there was a cat outside the bathroom window. We live on the third floor so I'm not sure how he got up there, but he did.

He was striped and he hissed at us and we do not like him.

He better go away.

Monday, March 1, 2004


It's me, Grover.

I have been keeping very good watch over my mom's foot. I sleep on it. If anyone tries to touch it or me, I hiss at them.

It's hard to be a guard cat, but someone's got to do it.



Friday, February 27, 2004

It is so nice to have our mom home all day, every day, for endless, endless days.

We're not so sure she thinks so, but we are loving the all-day snugfest!

Thursday, February 19, 2004

I'm getting a bath later and I'm none too pleased with the idea.

I'm going to find a very good hiding place!

Friday, February 13, 2004

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

I did not want to get up today.

I can't wait until my mom leaves for work because then it will be quiet here again and I can go back to sleep.

Friday, February 6, 2004


It's Grover.

I like licking the icing from chocolate cupcakes.

And, this time, I made sure to clean my whiskers well so no one knew it was me who did it.




Tuesday, February 3, 2004

Grover taught me to drink from cups.

It's fun.

Every time mom leaves the kitchen and there is a cup with something tasty in it, Grover and I jump on the table and drink some.

We jump down before mom comes back so she never knows!

Wednesday, January 28, 2004


This is Grover.

Piggy licked my head this morning.




Tuesday, January 27, 2004

I know we should be thankful for all these pretty new toys.

The thing is, I don't care what the package says, I'm telling you, some of those catnip toys are full of leaves for sure, but not catnip leaves.

They don't smell like it, they don't taste like it, and they don't make me hungry and sleepy like it either.

The catnip banana is the best toy. I'm going to lick it now.

Thursday, January 22, 2004

The other night I was sleeping on the bed and Grover jumped up and laid down behind me and put his chin on my back and fell asleep. I pretended I didn't notice.

But I did notice! I think he is starting to like me!

Tuesday, January 20, 2004

Note to mom:

We love catnip! Get us more!


Grover and Piggy

Thursday, January 15, 2004


It's Grover.

I just want Piggy to know that I found the catnip banana stuffed under the couch.

Good hiding place, dork.



Monday, January 12, 2004

Thursday, January 8, 2004

We've been getting a lot of new toys lately.

The other day we got a catnip banana. Oh my gosh, it is so fun!!

I thought it was for me alone so I licked it and licked it and it got all soggy and Grover told me I was disgusting.

I told him to get his own catnip banana.

Then he jumped on me. So I smacked him, hard. Then he grabbed the banana and ran away with it and started rubbing his face against it. But I pounced on him and got it back.

When he wasn't looking I hid it so that he couldn't steal it anymore. Guess where?

The litterbox!

Tuesday, January 6, 2004

The only problem with not having whiskers is this morning when I stuck my head into a big orange mug to sniff what was in it, I got a noseful of tea.

Monday, January 5, 2004


This is Grover.

Listen, I know the red dot is coming from something my mom holds in her hand.

I am not an idiot.

But Piggy is.




Friday, January 2, 2004

New toys! We got new toys!!!!

My favorite is this little red dot thing that runs all over the place and up walls. I know it's not a mouse because me and Grover used to kill those and this isn't at all like they were. Doesn't make any sound either.

I don't think it's a bug because when I hit it with my paw I don't feel it and when I lick it it doesn't taste like anything but the wall or floor or chair or whatever it was sitting on.

I have no idea what it is, but it is FUN!