Stalker

Mom talks about stalkers sometimes.  I don't think THIS is what she means!  Don't I look just like a black panther on the prowl?  I love hide and to stalk things.  I'm an excellent mouser, but we don't have any of those here.  Now back at Papa's house it was a different story.  When you live in the country the mice always find you, and that's a good thing!

I'm kind of in the "doghouse" today.  I woke Mom up at 4 am because I wanted to play.  Then when she wouldn't play with me I started bashing around on my bag of litter, until she had to get up and move it.  I don't think "G.D. it Milkie"  is going to get her into heaven on Saturday when the rapture comes.  That's o.k.  someone needs to take care of me!  She says we're going to commandeer Auntie Kate's house because "Hey, we have keys!"

Slipper of Death

The Box of Anger

The last few weeks around here have been really strange.  First my Mom leaves me alone for five days.  FIVE DAYS!  She breezed in for about an hour every afternoon and then poof, gone til the next day.  Something about watching CeCe.  Then that darn dog came back for NINE days!  Well........at least there was company, Mom still didn't get home until late every night.  There have also been a lot of people coming and going.  Something about a funeral.  Then Papa came, but just petted me a bit, took Sam, and left.  I tried to go too.  I wanted to play with him.  No dice.  Is it any wonder "The Box of Anger" is almost shredded to bits?

Yes, I like to bite.  I am not ashamed of it.  Some people think I need to learn to keep my teeth to myself, so I have been trying really hard to be a good girl.  The anger box is allowed, and I have been ripping at it like crazy.  My favorite time to do so is 4 am.  It really gets my point across.

One of Mom's favorite games is called "Slipper of Death."  She raises the ugly purple slipper (which is on her foot) and says SLIPPER OF DEATH.  I raise my paw, and we battle.  It almost always ends with me loosing control and biting, but I have been getting better at just playing ..........sort of.  Last night was not one of my finer moments.  But I got her. OH, did I get her!  Leave me alone for days on end. Ha, I showed her.

Picture it!  Mom raises the slipper of death, I raise my one dainty cute little paw.  She falls for it and I lunge, both paws straight out, doing my best vampire imitation and sink my teeth into the top of her foot.  It was hilarious!  Of course the game was over, and she was done playing with me, but did I care?  NO!  Ahhhhh payback.

p.s.  I heard her snicker.  :)

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Got Milk?

Hey Milk Fans!  Mom got me my own blog.  She's too much of a diva to keep sharing hers......  Since this is page one I thought I would go back and share my original blogs with you.  Just in case you stumble into here, so it will be all in order and everything.  You can check out my Mom's blog too, if you want.  She is nowhere near as cute as I am. :)     queenie930.blogspot.com


Here's a link to my very first blog EVER!    http://queenie930.blogspot.com/2011/02/milk-report.html

I hope that works, cause I'm pretty new at this blogging thing.  Plus my blog is way more sophisticated than the Queen's.  I'm just that kind of gal.


Here's the one I wrote after Auntie Kate bought me the catnip!  http://queenie930.blogspot.com/2011/03/milk-report.html

In this one I am showing off my famous "Puss In Boots" innocent kitty look.  http://queenie930.blogspot.com/2011/03/milk-report_30.html

Finally here is my Easter humiliation.   http://queenie930.blogspot.com/2011/04/milk-report_24.html

Hope that works!  That should catch everyone up, and we can continue on in my next blog post, coming soon! 

Stay tuned Milk fans!