Maybe I can be a musician?

Why not, that little kitty is doing well and I changed my mind about politics ... why would I want to run this broken country with so many problems?

Decided to run

I have been thinking. I am laying on this couch for hours a day, maybe it is time to do something else?

Would you leave me alone already?

i love my parents and their children, don't get me wrong
in fact I get bored every day of a week here in this big house by myself ... BUT
after some activity on the weekend, I tell you ... it is quite annoying not to get some peace of mind having a decent long enough nap on Saturday and Sunday ...

i tell you, these people never stop moving, this way or that, kissing my nose, rubbing my ears ...

i do like that occasionally and every evening when they come home ... but when I am sleepy! give me a break ... leave me alone for God's sake for one or two decent hours so I can get some everyday sleep! what, you are surprised?
if i was so hiper, how could i be here every day by myself for minimum 8 hours?'

I like naps!

I wish for a kittycat ...

I hear this name sometimes "Kitty Cat" and it is a very nice sounding name ... makes my ears prick up and I immediately think it is somewhere around and want to chase it ...
I noticed my clever parents caught up on this trick of mine and now are teasing me with this name sometimes ...

Anyway, here are some nice photos of my brothers and sisters (peace!) ... hope it makes you smile

Skunk

Wow, what a cool day!
My dad made this place in the garden when he does quite a thing that I just can's imagine one would do ... it really beats the heck out of me but he throws in that place some left overs and other good foods. I think he calls it "compost pile" ... whatever. The thing that concerns me about this place is that this is MINE food ...

I can't make my dad and mom share that food with me but it is over my dead body that some other animals in the neighborhood will get it ... specially those behind the funny lookign but unpenentradable (iron) fance ...

Yesterday I had an encounter with a Skunk ... one of those that came for MINE food ... It was strange ... I mean I was a little mad that he came for that food but really, I just wanted to play a little ... heck with that left over food, I can get anything inside I want ... who can resist the "crying puppy like golden retriever beging look"? .... but instead he pulled up his tail and ... well, I am a lady so I will not say it out loud ... baster got me a little ... my neck smells ... well actually kind of nice ... but my parents hate it ... they say it smell very strong gasoline-like ...
I don't know about that ... I think it is kind of cool ...

That's not what my mom thinks ...after Friday evening finally rolled in and they had some time, they got this other stinky thing and my whole neck smells much worse than before ...


http://www.ehow.com/how_3017_skunk-smell-pet.html

New house rules

PET RULES
To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height.

Dear Dogs and Cats,

• The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
• The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
• I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
• For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not required.
• The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
  

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:

To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:

1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it "fur"niture.
3. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less
2. Don't ask for money all the time
3 Are easier to train
4. Normally come when called
5. Never ask to drive the car
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
7. Don't smoke or drink
8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
9. Don't want to wear your clothes
10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and...
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

Is this all there is?

It's Wednesday and cold outside again. That means probably no walk for me tonight. I lay here all day watching the soaps and I get to thinking, "Is this all there is?". Have I missed out on things here on the couch? These are questions that come to me from time to time, but then my family comes home and all is well in the world.


I try not to let it bother me that they are so busy with the girls that I come last in attention. I drag out all my cute toys and do my best cute faces, but some days that's just not enough. I know they work all day and all I do is wait for them at home, but I want to be ready just in case they need me and want to play. Because that is my job, folks, to be there for my humans.

I am falling asleep

Time again to lay in bed with my parents ... I like to sleep against by dad's leg (mom will not tolerate although later on I can roll there and she will have to settle as I am too heavy to move ... )

Maya

I figure, since all in my family have a blog, I should start one too.

Hi there, my name is Maya ... that's how they call me ...

I was born in France. I remember all of my brothers and sisters look pretty much the same as I did ... and I wonder sometimes where they are. Chances are none of them is in USA, as I am now ... but I am getting a little ahead of myself here ...

Got to change beds ... I nap upstairs till around noonish, then go downstairs and occupy the couch ... I think it feels like it is noonish, so it is time to get up and change beds ...