Previous diary entries-10/11/05-10/13/05

Tues, October 11th, 2005

Yayyyyy!!! I get to have my very own diary. I'm Dakota and I'm a
Pixie-Bob. If you don't know what a Pixie-Bob is, I'll tell you. I
am a domestic cat that looks like a miniture Bob-Cat. Yep, a
Bob-Cat. Do I have any wild blood? Well, there is a legend and
there are legend cats, cats that came from mysterious beginnings.
DNA tests do not show any wild blood, though. Carol Brewer,
from the Pacific Northwest, developed my race.

What do I look like? I'm small for my breed. I am a long-haired
Pixie-Bob and my colour is brown-spotted tabby. I have tufted
ears, big feet, a tiny tail, long back legs, a mahogany coat with
dark brown/black spots, and a mischievious and playful personality.
Did I mention that I have gone to cat shows? I am a Quadruple
Grand Champion Neuter.

What am I listening to, currently? My favorite band is Litterbox.
You can check them out at http://www.eyeenvision.com. Take
a listen to "Four on the Floor", "Marked Territory", "Here Kitty,
Kitty", "On the Prowl", "Hiss of Death", and "Scratch". These are
some serious head-banging, heavy-metal cats! And now for my
first entry.

October 11th, 2005

I got in trouble AGAIN!!! Mom does not like me up on the counters,
stealing stuff, taunting Tucker (the aggressive shiba-inu who lives in
an x-pen under and guarding those tasty looking bird snacks), breaking
stuff while I rough-house with anywho-will-have-me, and plot with
Nimbus (my Maine-coon brother in crime) to take over the world.
He's Pinky, I'm the Brain!

Wed., October 12, 2005

Mom can be such a pain in the patootie. She really doesn't
have much of a sense of humor. She totally did not like it
when I dragged her undies out of the dirty cloths pile. It was
only a joke! Next she fed Velvet (that "Miss Thing" that mom
calls Love Scoobs) some nice fish before I got any. I tried to
fish (get it) the morsels from under Velvet's nose and boy, did
"MissThing" throw a queen sized hissy fit. I almost lost some
skin off of my nose!

Next, mom was cooking and all I wanted to do was help. Next
thing I know, out comes that nasty squirt bottle. Why can't she
see that I only jump up on the counter to help? I don't think that
a few hairs in the food will kill anyone. They can just hork-up the
hair-balls like we do. I told Nimbus that we need to get moving on
some of our finer plans. I think that he should distract Tucker
while I go for the bird snacks.

Thurs., October 13, 2005

What a rumble we have been having this evening! And all
because Velvet didn't get all of the human food she wanted.
Mom and Dad shared with her, but cheese and meat were not
enough.

She got really steamed when she was not allowed to eat
the ice cream directly form the bowl. Mom said she could lick
the bowl when they were finished, but nooooo! She got madder
and madder every time Dad diverted her away from his spoon or
the bowl.

Finally, full of feline fury she attacked Phoebe. Phoebe
ran, but Velvet was still mad so she tried to get Nimbus. Nimbus
ran, too. Oops, next thing I know, she's after me. She whaps me
upside the head a few times and I whap her back. She's too mad
though, so I run under the bed. I am not coming out until she
forgets about the ice-cream.