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