tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304424002024-03-12T19:13:15.830-04:00The Yellow FogPFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-7459804484978626792007-07-12T00:22:00.001-04:002007-07-12T00:31:10.402-04:00tagI've been tagged. I will tag eight birds and small rodents. None of them have access to the internet though.<a href="http://lingofranko.blogspot.com/"></a><br /><br />Tag Rules:<br />1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.<br />2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.<br />3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.<br />4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.<br /><br />ROsie's 8<br /><br />1. I sleep on my own pillow. It's a full sized pillow and it is on my person's bed, up by her pillows.<br /><br />2. My person's sheets are the same color as my eyes.<br /><br />3. Although I am a gorgeous ginger cat, I have the occasional dark hair or whisker.<br /><br />4. I like birds.<br /><br />5. I climb things.<br /><br />6. I let my person's sister's boyfriend hold me.<br /><br />7. I used to eat pork strips from Chinese food. They were ordered special for me. I now like easy bird and roast of beef.<br /><br />8. I breathe very quickly.<br /><br /><span class="normal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204); font-family: Harrington;">- Rosie</span></span>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-24025456996177618742007-06-29T21:54:00.001-04:002008-12-12T22:54:36.672-05:00SmokeyA____'s kitty<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bEhKdJ6hnYWoNHptF-BH1OMe_8KvVNaL9lEGqdnt8XRGQeZWuOlkv-pfCLlvKqb4IRdpH4im78UN26Z_t0XJ6Cq4SK7Oz1EOl57cwk30jbjpeAeZjA2k2kaJvX0NNTduA-hnGA/s1600-h/SmokeyCute.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bEhKdJ6hnYWoNHptF-BH1OMe_8KvVNaL9lEGqdnt8XRGQeZWuOlkv-pfCLlvKqb4IRdpH4im78UN26Z_t0XJ6Cq4SK7Oz1EOl57cwk30jbjpeAeZjA2k2kaJvX0NNTduA-hnGA/s320/SmokeyCute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081670200842562546" border="0" /></a>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-91563622763177130332007-05-26T13:02:00.000-04:002007-05-26T13:05:25.022-04:00Laser Cats 2!There are two things that everyone loves. Cats and lasers.<br />For your viewing pleasure, the sequel to <a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/videos/snl_1445_lasercats.shtml">Laser Cats</a>.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3qUcPEIw2c"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3qUcPEIw2c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-51072844429602031072007-05-08T02:45:00.000-04:002008-12-12T22:54:37.086-05:00SnacksLittle tiny cupcake liners make lovely snack cups.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdGJFowwzA90MuVYw2qDBQHSz56DyoKbp8QT6_MxWJItxtLy_xzRbjtE_kdh8NoU9s9G3CC0IJJgAZu68gKoe54FMVty5aHz11f71TuAT3pg09zHM3nU5qjQNSU-SnUVhrR9KXw/s1600-h/MaxSnax.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdGJFowwzA90MuVYw2qDBQHSz56DyoKbp8QT6_MxWJItxtLy_xzRbjtE_kdh8NoU9s9G3CC0IJJgAZu68gKoe54FMVty5aHz11f71TuAT3pg09zHM3nU5qjQNSU-SnUVhrR9KXw/s320/MaxSnax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062078132035743538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Because dry food is so much tastier if it's in a little cupcake liner.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jFodAZZY001mp6IfHhzz6XXLBzW3gWBzYMeXjLzzE1O5geGksazUdVWUpiU64aty-mX81HU-YaBfYWsrfQvSswH-8-X-CJIICkJjK4roZJS89-mD-BMfBBNMX99v8xRQnJEITw/s1600-h/MaxYummy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jFodAZZY001mp6IfHhzz6XXLBzW3gWBzYMeXjLzzE1O5geGksazUdVWUpiU64aty-mX81HU-YaBfYWsrfQvSswH-8-X-CJIICkJjK4roZJS89-mD-BMfBBNMX99v8xRQnJEITw/s320/MaxYummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062078299539468098" border="0" /></a>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-26983806333630121722007-05-07T00:18:00.000-04:002008-12-12T22:54:37.680-05:00Don't hate me......Because I'm beautiful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSZ4l5ls6ZAEHUP_I3LhKDioitsTKWYTmIMhvoj7O2vlEB9-iBrn5bzMUkf3KOGxJBRfW4LhoSsLE86nW3s7e5K-hzzB7G2gta39szkX-8ejdbLpNDo2Vj1CVto7nk3naU4f78g/s1600-h/BeautyQueenMax.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSZ4l5ls6ZAEHUP_I3LhKDioitsTKWYTmIMhvoj7O2vlEB9-iBrn5bzMUkf3KOGxJBRfW4LhoSsLE86nW3s7e5K-hzzB7G2gta39szkX-8ejdbLpNDo2Vj1CVto7nk3naU4f78g/s320/BeautyQueenMax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062076113401114370" border="0" /></a>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-1158513315947254822006-09-17T12:55:00.000-04:002007-05-08T02:41:50.565-04:00Nipaholic<div style="text-align: center;">Note it is an <span style="font-style: italic;">empty</span> catnip container which Max has his face stuffed into. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/NipAddict2.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/400/NipAddict2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Although it looks rather uncomfortable, he will sit like this for extended periods... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/NipAddict1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/400/NipAddict1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>...until someone discovers him and laughs at him, takes one too many pictures, or otherwise disturbs his nip loving reverie.<br /></div>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-1155307976071932672006-08-11T10:09:00.000-04:002007-05-08T02:42:10.478-04:00cat tantrum - April 2004pay attention to me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/MaxBored1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/MaxBored1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Which of these do you need more? Paper under the left paw or the right?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/MaxBored2.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/MaxBored2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I see. You need this big pink rolling. The rolling makes a nice clatterclatter sound. We should call it the rollingclattering.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/MaxBored3.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/MaxBored3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Or we should call it the rollingclatteringunderthetable.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My work here is done.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/MaxBored4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/MaxBored4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-1152544968220527102006-07-10T10:52:00.000-04:002007-06-28T13:30:56.448-04:00OthersHere are some others the people know and visited this week.<br /><br />This is Jonah on a getoffthat. This is in fact a heygetdownoffthererightnow, which is possibly the best kind of getoffthat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/JonahBeam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/JonahBeam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Has anyone seen that movie "<a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/videos/snl_1445_lasercats.shtml">LaserCats</a>"?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/JonahWAaronS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/JonahWAaronS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is Mia. She is small like me and shaped like me. I wonder if we are related?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/MiaWindow6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/MiaWindow6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Rusty has chosen Bag and Closet themes. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/RustyCloset.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/RustyCloset.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is Gus practicing napping. He is a very committed napper and practices his technique several times a day. His hobbies include trips to Counter, knocking things off Counter, cuddling, yarn surfing, and being Inthewindow.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/GusCouch2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/GusCouch2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Gus is an accomplished pen roller.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/GusHeart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/GusHeart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="normal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Harrington;" >- Rosie</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Harrington;" ><o:p></o:p></span><span class="normal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Harrington;" ></span></span></p>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-1152543116683127162006-07-10T10:29:00.000-04:002007-05-08T02:42:43.554-04:00HomewardAmymom camedown this weekend. At first, I hidin the dark small places I wentto Closet and Underbed a lot. Then when I did comeoutto where the people were, I stayed shieldedbehind oneof the large Getoffthats whereI could keep an eyeon the people.<br /><br />Once I realized that the people had no plans other than to gorge themselves on pizza, watch noisy teevee, and talk nonstop, I came out to be admired.<br /><br />But in the morning, it happened. I knew there was a chance so I had goneto Underbed. This did not matter because the man camein and moved the mattress. My day was very unpleasant for a while. After I had been hunted and captured, I was bound (well, I was confined at least - they put me inside Catcarrier) then made to stayin Car for a long time.<br /><br />It was a harrowing experience. Please send easy bird and tuna. It calms my nerves and improves my grammar.<br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="normal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Harrington;" >- Rosie</span></span></p>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-1151956183284308672006-07-03T15:00:00.000-04:002007-05-08T02:43:03.797-04:00I love easy birdJust because I am cute and orange and small does not mean I will entertain you.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/WhyDonchaTakeAPicture.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/WhyDonchaTakeAPicture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wait a minute. What is that? <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/HamStand1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/HamStand1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> Is that "easy bird"?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes. I think it is.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/Tricks4Treats1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/Tricks4Treats1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(one slice of turkey later...)<br /><br /></span>I love easy bird. You have easy bird. Therfore, I love you.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/HamStand2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 280px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/HamStand2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/Tricks4Treats3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 278px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/Tricks4Treats3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />More bird please.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/Tricks4Treats2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/Tricks4Treats2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(No humans were harmed in the making of this post)<br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="normal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Harrington;" >- Rosie</span></span></p>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-1151943982237203382006-07-03T11:23:00.000-04:002007-05-08T02:43:25.149-04:00My heritageI sit like an Egyptian. When I do, I sit up very straight and I line up my paws in a row. I can sit up quite straight. I have extremely good posture.<br /><br />Hey, take the picture already.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/MomentGone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/200/MomentGone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />That's better. According to <a href="http://www.nhm.org/cats/C33/bastet.htm">this</a>, the ancient Egyptian depiction of cats was with the "tail... always placed neatly against the right side of the animal."<br />As you can see, <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> tail is indeed placed neatly against my right side. Further, "This reflects the Egyptian tradition of depicting all animals in hieroglyphics as facing right." And I am facing right.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/SitLikeAnEgyptian2Small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 204px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/SitLikeAnEgyptian2Small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This means humans should...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cats_in_Ancient_Egypt#Cats_in_other_religions">worship me</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/Basts.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/Basts.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cats_in_Ancient_Egypt#Cats_in_other_religions">The good old days.</a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">As cats were sacred to Bast, the practice of mummification was extended to them, and the respect that cats received after death mirrored the respect they were treated with in everyday life. The Greek historian Herodotus wrote that in the event of a fire men would guard the fire to make certain that no cats ran into the flame. Herodotus also wrote that when a cat died, the household would go into mourning as if for a human relative, and would often shave their eyebrows to signify their loss.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Such was the strength of feeling towards cats that killing one, even accidentally, incurred the death penalty. Another Greek historian, Diodorus Siculus, describes an interesting example of swift justice imposed upon the killer of a cat: about 60 BCE, he witnessed the chariot of a Roman soldier accidentally run over an Egyptian cat. An outraged mob gathered and, despite pleas from pharaoh Ptolemy XII, killed the soldier.<br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="normal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Harrington;" >- Rosie</span></span></p>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-1151805966021238632006-07-01T22:02:00.000-04:002007-05-08T02:43:41.774-04:00StinkyThis is Rose, reporting again from Connecticut. Today the people say I stink. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/IMGP1659.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/200/IMGP1659.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The man says he picked me up and cuddled me - this is what he calls the forcible restraint - and now his hands and shirt smell bad. Sometimes I do this. I do not think I am "stinky" during these times though. I think I am aromatic.<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="normal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Harrington;" >- Rosie</span></span></p>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30442400.post-1151593052403913442006-06-29T10:56:00.000-04:002007-05-08T02:44:09.392-04:00this is not camp<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/SpookyCloseUp.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 63px; height: 93px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/200/SpookyCloseUp.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Dear Person-mom Amy<br />Your sister (my so called "aunt") and her man are taking good care of me here in Connecticut. They call it Kitty Camp. I'm not stupid, I know it is not camp. For starters, there are no smores. Also, no birds inside. They brought me a feather but I did not care much about it. However, I did find the bird noises the man made at me to be very compelling. I considered attacking him just for fun.<br /><br />Here's a picture of him explaining that there is no bird in the house.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/AaronNRose1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/AaronNRose1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This is ok though because there is kitty chow for me to eat, as well as what Auntie calls "easy bird".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/KittyNumnums.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/KittyNumnums.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Have I mentioned how much I really <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> corners? Rooms should have more of them. Maybe six or seven. Auntie says you are good at math and can figure out what the dimensions for a room like that would be since the corners need to each be <span style="font-style: italic;">at most</span> 90 degrees. More than that is no good.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/ILuvCorners.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/ILuvCorners.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Your sister has some interesting ideas about fashion. I told her checks and stripes do not go well together but she insisted I try this on anyhow. I would prefer something with sequins and feathers.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/ChecksNStripesPG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/ChecksNStripesPG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We played with my toys. Auntie and her man are fond of Crab and Catnip pillow. I like Shoelace.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/Crabby.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/200/Crabby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/AaronNCrab.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/200/AaronNCrab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/WhereRMyToys.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/200/WhereRMyToys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/ILuvNip.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/200/ILuvNip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/MyShoelace.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/200/MyShoelace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I ate some catnip straight out of the bag. Then I looked like this. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/LaserCatArmed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/320/LaserCatArmed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />When I calmed down a little, Auntie gave me love and pats...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/PinHead1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/200/PinHead1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/RosiePat2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/200/RosiePat2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...until she fell asleep. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/1600/LaserCatAttacks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2275/1293/200/LaserCatAttacks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Look at her, so relaxed. So unsuspecting. Maybe I will go spit in her ear again.<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="normal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Harrington;" >- Rosie</span></span></p>PFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05474797771153272886noreply@blogger.com2