Meowy Krissmuss

I shuddn't be cute, but I am. hss hss hssss laff riot!

The big green tree is upp with lites and I sleepe under it. Verree reelakkseen.

Rehrehh is happy agin. Granmom is heer, too. I dont knoo her nayme, shees just Granmom. A biggr vershun of Rehrehh. No biggee, she letz me jump on the cowch. Obveeusly a cat persun, too. Yay for me!

Kashi the brat has takin Poof's spot on the cowch. I'll haff to knok her off later today. Brat.

It's almust Noo Yeers! 2007, I just turnt 14. I'm an Elder now. Who is this Dikk Clarkk persun...I'll ask Granmom later.

bye!

love
dexter

Itz Almost Turkee Tyme!

hello.

this is dexter.

Miss Muffins is gone. Ive lukked and she izn't heer aneemore. Rehrehh told me Poof wuldn't bee comeen home. Her bed is emptee, so I lay in it now. Onlee Kashee annoyz me on the Krissmuss box. Poof went to the Summerland wher Elder cats who haff passt go. Poofs mouse is neer the bed. I wont play with it, I promiss.

Thersday is turkee day. Rehrehh is haveen deeliffery. Shee hass ben in bed much laytely, sumtheen abut her leggs herting. My leggs hert sumtymes wen I try to jump on the wendoo, so I hope shee ken pikk me up still. We had sooshi on Saterday and it wuz fun! I like yelloo tayle fish. and the rice, too.

So, that'z my updayte. Itz ben a while, but I was waiteen for Poof. Now she'z gone.

16 is an elder gift.

Miss Muffinz

hello. this is dexter.

i haffn't ben arund for a wile, itz ben a gud summer. Reh rehh wuz whoopeen and hollereen last nite sence the pikture box wuz on. She told me iff a huhrikane ever happint, she wuld lift me in a bakpak and tayke me with her. thatz nyce.

In uther newz, Miss Muffinz is sikk. Lyke, not eateen or moveen sikk. Reh rehh is goeen to the vett this week with Poof. (thatz miss muffinz nikname.)

She told me Poof alwayz had trubble with her teeth sence her kittentyme. I also knoo that Fluffy, my predesesser, died becuz of his teeth. I dont knoo whut an absess is. I knoo what OBSESS is, sence i like catnip. maybee this is not the tyme fer joakes.
i'm sorree.

Reh rehh haz ben lyeen downe a lott laytely sence her back hurtz. i wunder if itz becuz she haz no tayle? why do too-leggerz not haff tayles...i haff always wundered this. so I jump up to stay by the pilloo. Reh rehh cant lift me all the tyme, i gess. i'm happee to haff a home, tho.

i hope Poof is ok. Is thee absess contaygess? i hope not. i dont lyke brusheen my teeth. i haff no thums.

I'll haff to ask Reh rehh. Raynee day, too. Tyme to napp, I gess.

by fer now!

love
dexter

Happee Berthday, Kashi!

Its Kashi's berthday tooday, shee's 4 yeers old! So I wont smakk her or bite her tayle.

I haffn't ben bloggeen beecauz I've ben lookeen at the sparroos in the treez and stayeen in the cool roome. Rehrehh put the cold box on and itz ben so hot laytely. Rehrehh gave us treets tooday for Kashi's berthday. We playd with streeng and it wuz fun.

I heerd that Julee and Q mooved frum Ohio to Kentuckee. Q, arr yoo okay? Do they haff sparroos wherre yoo are? Noo Yark sparroos are verry kwick and fly away. I want too ketch them, but Rehrehh wont let me outside. Shee sez that Im herr "boo" and iff shee lost mee, it wuld be horrebble. Sumtymes I thenk shee needes to lytenn up. Maybee sum catnip wuld help...

Aneeway, its gud to bee bakk and thenks forr all yoor kwestyuns. Bloggeen is funn!

Molly is Free!

Yay!

it's dexter. And I haff gud newz!

Molly the black cat--just lyke myselff--is free! She got out of the wall and is in gud helth. A nice man pullt her out sence her leggs wer stukk. All the sillee stuf lyke mice, kittenz, sardeens, and that god awfel noo age moozik didn't werk, it wuz a gud ole fashened too legger who pullt her out! I saw it on the pikkture box and meeowed with gleee!

Rehhreh cheert, too. She pikkt me up and huggt me. Effery one is goeen to visit Molly on Hudson Streete in Noo Yark Citee. I dont knoo wherre that is, sence Rehhreh doeznt tayke me on the trayn. It reminds me of Susie, so maybee itz better.

But tooday is Eester and that iz a nyce gifft for Molly's too legger. Whut a nyce theng! I heer she's eeteeng sardeens, so I wish her the besst. I preffer antchoffees. I hope the nooz keepz up with her storee. Black cats onlee get press arund Halloween, which is jusst rottin! We're more emportent than that.

Now whut is all thiss abote bunnees and eggz today? Paygen sumtheen or uther...whutever. Im jusst happee that there are sparoos nesteen in the tree akross the way and I can see them wiggel! Rehhreh keeps me away frum the windoo so I dont jump, but maybe later when she's not lookeen, hss hss hss...i'm so sneekee.

Anyway, say a whisker blesseen for Molly and Happy Eester.

(i still dont like bunnees tho.)

It's Spreeng!

hello.

this is dexter.

I'm back and itz ben fun. Rehhreh told me about eemails I wuz getteen. Well, she wuz getteen them, and told me. Hi, Q and Clark Gaybel!

Sence I usially talk on the fone, I did not knoo whut comments are. Rehhreh told me peeple of too and foor leggs want to make comments on my blogg! I'm so xsited.

I had Rehhreh tern on werd verifekation so no spamm happens. I don't knoo what spamm is, other then that slimee stuff in the metal can. Yuk! It has goop on it. I prefer baycon frum reel piggs, not imetaytion. Yuk, it maykes me wanneh kawf up hairballz.

Sparroos haff moved in akross the way in a big tree. I hert my nose jumpeen at the windoo agen. Owch! Berds, yarn, baycon. That's hevven. Oh, and I incloode Hallee Berry. Rehhreh told me she wuld not be doeen anuther CatWoman movie, but she will be in Xmen III. And weereen a black lether suit! I thenk I'm in luv all over agen. Now if Hallee cud breeng me a sparroo coverred in yarn with a syde of baycon? Well, I cud die a happee kittee. Lyke, rite there on the floor, paws up. I dont knoo how to werk the DeeVeeDee playeer, so I'll haff to ask Rehhreh to rent mee sum movees with Hallee in them.

ahh, it feelz gud to thenk abut Hallee.

Xcuze me, I haff to go lay in the sun and dreeme...

purrrr....

love
dexter

It's the Olimpikks!

hello
this is dexter again.

It's the Olimpikks! I am veree xsited. Rehrehh's ben comeen home every nite and watcheen all the sportz. Ther is cheereen, yelleen, and ribbens for peeple! I lyke ribbens. The skeers and skaters are goeen fast, jumpeen arond and my too-legger is nutz for it all. She yells and skares me off the cowch, but i jump back up. i enjoy hockee. They are lyke littel waterbuggs across the skreen. Sasha Kowin is in ferst place. She pulls her legg up hi over her hed like me! I hope she doesnt get hairrballs. hss hss i'm so funnee i sware.

Rehrehh calls me her Olimpikk cat becuz she tukk me home wen Oksannah Baeeul wun the gold. I wuz an older kitten at 1 yeer. She held mee in her arrms that second week and it felt lyke home. Thats wen I ferst beecame awayre of skateen. Susie uzed to do that, to. Its nice to bee luvved!

Skeeing is on tonite. Aaayreels? Is that how yoo spell it. All I knoo is they fly and tern like Kashi jumpeen the walls and get ribbens afterwerds. It's fun to watch and I am goeen to tap the skreen with my paw.

Rehrehh's makeen popcorn, too! I hope therr's lotz of butter.

more to say later...

love
dexter

Yoor as yung as yoo thenk yoo are

I heer that frase a lot. But I am 13! Now that I thenk of it, I am almust an Elder like Butchy was. He made it to 21, whitch is Xsepshunal. I hope I mayke it to 21.

In Catdom, yoo are an Elder when yoo reech the age of 15. Miss Muffin is theer now, and Kashi hass a loong way to go. All of Rehhreh's cheldreen are kensideered "old" cats. I dont lyke the werd 'old', I am wyse. I lern noo thengs every day and pryde myself on keepeen my stretch, my pownce, and eyesite. Wunce yoor fysical chaynges begin, a noo tipe of xsistence begins. Its almust lyke anuther sense. And no, we dont haff nyne lyves. That's just silliness creatid by the meedia. Our will to liff is very strong. Thats why yoo cant jusst tayke it away. I thawt too-leggers knoo these thengs, but not so!

As I was sayeen, Elders are abel to sleepe more, emote frum a distence, and charme less. Its semple reespect that alloos us the best dish, the best windoo, the ferst brush. Wee are not dogs and run aroond, so beeng a houscat has its adventeges. That may bee anuther reeson why Eldertime comes to us eesily. Of corse, Rehhreh alloos us to fully be cats. I dont thenk too-leggers wuld allowe jusst any cat to run the roomes lyke we doo. Shee is very gud to us, even if we get skwooshed. It goos with the terretory.

Now iff she wuld just take the cold box out of the windoo, I culd see those sparroos better! Hss hss hss i kill me, i sware!

It's Friday!

Rehhreh got up eerly tooday to go skateen. I haff seen it on teevee but not reel life. I don't lyke the cold. I did lyke the teevee last week. She watches everee yeer in the winter. The white serfass has littel peeple jumpeen and goeen fast. I tap my paw on the pikkture box. It's fun! Then they go and sit and a voyce talks over whut the skateers did. I don't understend that part. I just lyke the jumpeen.

I must kunfess that I haff chooed her skate lases. I can't reesist anytheen that luks lyke streeng, so I bite them. I can't help myself and wish I cud stop. Oh well. Don't tell my too-legger. She's theenks it's Kashi. Hss hss hss i'm so misscheffus!

A straynge habbit of mine latelee is sitteen under the lamp. It's warme and I lyke it. Rehhreh trys to skwoosh me, but it dussn't werk. I go back to my orijinel position. It makes me feel like Eejypt's Sfinx. After all, cats suppozedlee came frum Eejypt, so I medetayte. It's very reelakseen. It's gud to find yurr inner panther. Veree groundeen. Butch always told me that yurr eether a lyon or a panther--prowd or stalkeen. He wuz deffenetly prowd. I lyke to pownce on theengs. I'm funnee that way. The other cats lissened to him, thoo. I don't haff that talint. Not yett, aneeway. Maybee I shud werk on been more prowd? Theer's a thaut...

Well, I haff to go back to the wendoo. Sparroos haff arrived. Hopefelly, they haff babee nests.

See yoo later!

love
dexter

I kind of like this pikkture

I'll chainge the pikktures as I go alung. I haff to get one wheer yoo can see my white whisker!

Arrn't I handsum in profyle?

hss hss Rehhreh sez I'm a diva. What does that meen??

Wow Whuttah Week!

hey there

dexter again.

I fergot my passwerd, so I culdn't get in. But today I rememberd. oh this is fun i like bloggeen.

Anyway, my too-legger's ben in bad mood fer the hole week. Sumtheen abot her jobb. I dont knoo whut a jobb is, Im self-emploid. I ketch buggs and muskitos and Rehhreh lets me stay heer. That's whut I call my too-legger-Rehhreh. Cats give niknames, too, yoo knoo! hsss hsss i'm feeleen funnee today. We all slept layte. Verry peecefull.

Kashi the brat is climbeen into the lawndree agin. she's weerd like that. I preffer pilloos. After all, I am thee male cat heer, I deeserve the hed of the bed. That rhimes! Well, in eenglish. In catspeak, wee haff less vowals.

We gott treets before, I guess my too-legger is feeleen better. That's gud. It was cold last night, and I culdn't go by the windoo. I miss that sumtimes. Butchy always sed that you can't always see the werld thru the windoo, but I haffn't gotten to travell mutch. Xcept the hallway, whitch skares me! I did get to see a dog, thoo. Butch saw plenty of them in his kittentime, big onez, small onez... he uzed to clime trees and go in the gardin. Come to theenk of it? the only tyme I haff seen flowerz is when Rehhreh puts them in glass bole with water. Rozes and karnashens. In spreeng. it's winter now, so I gess flowers r hard to find.

Rehhreh's goeen out to bye us food later, I haff to ask fer more treets.

I miss the bigg grene tree in the other roome. It was nise to sleep under. Whut is Valentyne's day? I'll haff to ask my too-legger.

well, I'm off fer a napp, see u later!

chow and meow,
dexter

Wow! Day Too

Of blogging. I'm so xsited. I'm haffing a hard tyme pikking out a pikture of me. I don't knoo if I like the lying down pikkture or the one wen I wuz a kitten. My face is very black and all yoo ken see is my eyes. I haff to choose carefilly or I will lukk like a lump of kole.

As for the links, one that I like is the Brooklyn Animal Resource Coalition (woo hoo gud spelleen!) You can kut and payste after yoo Google it, like my human says. They place kittens and doggs in gud famelies.

I came from Muffin's Pet Listing service. My too-legger herd of me in February 1994 after the deth of her other black cat, Fluffy. He had a thyroyd condission and it wuz verry sad. It wuz snooing outside that morneen. Big wite flakes on the window and then I went into the trane staytion. Susie Kantek wuz my preevius human. I did not lyke her boyfrend. He was meen to me and he knew I didn't lyke him. So, they plased me in the listeens until a noo home wuz found. Susie was hartbrokin. They were veggeteriens, too, which wuz weerd. (I lyke bred and cookees to thiss day, but I did not knoo whut to do with stayke and shrimp. It tuk tyme.)

I reemember goeen up the stayrs and it wuz cold. Then a too-legger in a black cote came neer me and Susie. She was cryeen and holdeen me, and the boyfrend didn't even keer. I don't miss him at all. I went into a noo carryer, and I started to yowl at the persson in the black cote. Then I went up into this small box with lit buttons, down a hall hi up, and into a noo plase. I kud smell other cats. (Wen yoo are a cat, yoo just knoo. It's a scent theeng.) I wuz angree. No Susie? Whoo is this? Why!!! I emmediatly hid behind a cabinett. A man from Muffins came to tayke my pikkture, but I wuldn't come out. The other cats weer lookeen at me funnee. I felt straynge. The black cote persson let me keep my name, which was nice. At leest I still hadd my identety. I staid behind the cabinett that nite.

I hissed and yowled. I wuz still angree the next morneen, but it got better. I had my own bole of food, and a noo sand pan, and my own bed. I did not haff theese thengs with Susie. The black cote persson let me sleep at her feet that nite. I still did not knoo her nayme.

The next morneen, I jumpt on her pilloo and patted her fase with my paw. She woke up and did not push me off the bed or get angree at me. She smiled and laffed like I was funnee. I smiled back at her and desided to be frendly. She rubbed my hed and put meet in my bowl. Like drippy meet this wuz. No vegetibles! I snifft, and tryed some. It was gud. I ate the hole theng, and tukk a nap. It wuz still snooing outside. She lifted me up to the windoo and I saw the flakes. I wuz hi up, all the peeple lukked small like antz. Then she got a black box with a silver lite and clikked at me. Later, I saw pikktures of me. She sent some to Susie, but wuldn't let me travell with her. Oh well. I gess it wuz a noo life for me. I haff no reegrets and haff had some happee tymes sence then.

The other cats in the plase were Butch, Taffee, and Joopiter. Butch wuz the oldesst at 20. He told me tayles of all the plases he lived and travelled in his kittentime. He had a kink in one eer, and wuz almost blind in both eyes. He wuz the ferst elder I had met. I haff lotz of storyes about Butch. I will haff to rite them heer. He wuz a reel fillosopher.

And thatz the beginneen of my life with my too-legger! Wow--my paws are tired. I shud go--Animal Planet's got sometheen about berds on later. I like sparroos and pengwens.

Bye!

love
dexter

Happee New Yeer!

hello.

This is Dexter.

I haff my own blog! I'm very xsited and I hope my spelleen gets better with tyme.

I think of this as Filosophikal Mewsings from the Liveen Room Window....

Tomorrow, I will add some links. This html stuf is reely hard!

love,
dexter