*facepaw*

I've got nothing to say but *facepaw*....

What is this thing tickwing mine feet when I'm twying to sweep?
What annoying tail is that!
I'm going to nom nom nom nom nom nom nom it all up!
Why does That Thing move his tail away!
I haven't finished nomming up his tail you know!

That Thing squeaks!

That Thing, he squeaks!

finawwy, a post after a wong hiatus...

Hewwo evewybody!

I know I'd been a weawwy bad bwogger, but you see, it's all mine Mummy's fault.

She thinks the compooter bewongs to her and when she cwaims that she is working, she wefused to wet anyone else touch it. So I had not been bwogging for a wong wong time, and it's totawwy not because I was wazy or anything because of course I was not.

But I have some vewy good fwiends who misses me when I is not awound. So one fine day, dearJan emailed mine Mummy to ask how we were. And of course mine Mummy cannot wefuse to wet me bwog now because I do have to wet all mine good fwiends out there know how we are wight? So I have dear Jan to thank because I could cwaim some compoooter time to bwog again.

Well, so what's been happening here?

Actuawwy, nothing new.

I'm still vewy busy taking care of mine Mummy, and That Thing is still as annoying as he always is.

Oh, something swightwy exciting happened yesterday, because That Thing had to go to the V-E-T for his wooster shots. And I didn't have to!

And he whined and whined and whined and whined and at the V-E-T, he was so scared he kept pushing his face into mine Mummy's armpit.

And you know what, wemember the wast time I was at the V-E-T, the doctor and evewyone there wemembered me because I almost scweamed the pwace down, but yet the doctor said I was cute.

You know what, nobody wemembered who That Thing was when he went yesterday. The weceptionist had to ask mine Mummy for That Thing's name! And you know what, no one said he was cute!

Well, of course, it's natuwal since I'm definitely MUCH cuter than That Thing.

And here is a pigshure of handsome me for your viewing pweasure.

nomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom...

why do I have a weird bwother?

That Thing, he talks in his sweep!

it's wooster time again...

It's that awful day of the year again when I have to hiss at the V-E-T while she gives me mine Wooster Shot.
The onwy good thing about all this is I get to have about an hour without That Thing whining away at mine side.
He has to stay all by himself at home, and That Whiny Thing he is, he kept whining away when mine Mummy and I got home and now he wefuses to wet any of us get out of his sight!

There were 3 giant woofies who were seeing the V-E-T before me and big cwumsy things they were! I gave them the best hiss I could and the V-E-T assistant said I was such an awesome kitteh who wasn't afwaid of anyone! Of course I wasn't afwaid! They were huge, but they sure can't beat a genius bwain wike mine.

When it was mine turn to see the V-E-T, she had 3 assistants together in the woom with her.
But I didn't think those assistants were any much help. One of them asked mine Mummy (in a shout because I was hissing and gwowwing at them all woudwy so that evewyone outside in the waiting woom can hear what tortures I'm going thwough) if mine Mummy could hold on to me while the V-E-T examined me.
And then the 3 assistants simpwy stood at the other end of the woom, and wooked while the V-E-T attempted to poke and pwod at me while mine Mummy held me.
That took out all the fun. I would have wiked to scare the V-E-T a wittle!

The V-E-T pwodded and squeezed me and after a wong time, finawwy said to mine Mummy, "he's vewy good for his age!"
I totawwy disagwee with the V-E-T.
First, I think the V-E-T should have the courtesy of talking TO me, instead of talking ABOUT me to mine Mummy wike I wasn't awound! After all, it's ME she is discussing with mine Mummy isn't she?
And I totawwy disagwee with the V-E-T saying I'm vewy good for mine age because I'm not just vewy good.
I'M PURRFECT!
Get it?
I'M PURRFECT!
And I'm PURRFECT for all ages.

I didn't have a good nap today

I know I have been a vewy bad bwogger wecentwy.

There are so many things that keeps me busy and mine Mummy being the world's waziest mummy doesn't help things.

But just wook at what happened today!

Wooky here!

While I was bwissfuwwy asweep, That Thing pushed his head wight up to mine!!!!

I weawwy do not appweciate sweeping with mine head touching his!!

Don't you think he's a bit too much? Give him an inch and he takes a foot, no, a mile, no a squiwwion wight years!

First it was shawing mine bed, then touching mine paw, mine butt, and now this!

one more day...

Sigh....Just one more day...one more day and Mine Mummy will be home and That Thing will stop whining away.
I've been weawwy good to him. It's his purrthday and I do know it's somewhat unfair he has to have his purrthday while mine Mummy is away, so I especiawwy gave him some vewy nice whaps on the head because he woves them so much.
It did stop his whining for a while though he wooks a wittle bit cwoss-eyed now.
Mine Mummy has forgotten all about the secwet paws thing - she bought the pwesents and weft them awound and fwies all over the world, but thank goodness I've got good fwiends. I've gotten mine good fwiend Mimi's Mummy to send the pwesents for me a few days ago.
I do do do hope they can awwive at mine secwet paws' pwace in time for Chwistmas, but just in case they don't, I'm vewy sowwy, just wait a wittle bit more. They will get there!

Thank you evewyone for coming to wish me happy purrthday...

Thank you evewyone who dwopped by to wish me happy purrthday. I had a gweat day with wots of noms and all of you wonderful fwiends awound. Mine Mummy gotted wots of tweats for me and even That Thing was somewhat nice, giving up his pwace on mine Mummy's wap for me. How I wish evewyday is mine purrthday!

Well anyway, after all these wonderful purrthday cewebwations, just when I'm so happy, guess what mine Mummy told me?

She.is.going.away.next.week.again!!!!
She'll be going to Xiamen for 4 days, and then coming back for a week, and then going off to Beijing for a week, and then coming for a while, and then going off to hongkong! And she wouldn't be here for mine Gotcha Day or That Thing's purrthday and I'm sure there's going to be a wot of whines awound here! Arghhh...

I hate Mummys who fwy all over the pwace!

no pictors of me today but....

So sowwy evewyone, because today there is not going to be pictors of handsome me.
I'm posting a pictor of That Thing on mine bwoggy today.
Because.....This is because why.
Wooky!!!!
He is weawing a......baby DWESS!!!!!!
It's all in pink and he thinks it's oh so pwetty.
Oh my goodness....
I cannot stop waughing.
WAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA
A pink baby DWESS!!!!!!
WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA
Oh help me help me....I can't stop waughing.....

a busy night

Wittle bwothers weawwy are a huge bother!
Today, I was happiwy taking a nap when That Thing scweamed wike his beehind is on fire.So I had to go and take a wook, just in case his beehind weawwy is on fire (you can never tell what sort of stoopid things That Thing will do).And I saw the pwobwem at once.It wasn't such a difficult pwobwem at all but I had to show That Thing how to solve the pwobwem because with his wimited intewwigence, he's going to scweam the whole night wong if I do not help him.So for the sake of peace tonight, I had to do all this work.Wook over there.Yes! This is the pwobwem That Thing is faced with.
Mr George the wizard.If I never showed him the business of wizard catching, how is That Thing going to gwow up to be a wespectable member of the famiwy?Sigh, a big bwother's work is never done!

kids nowadays...

Sigh...

What's with kids nowadays?

Wook at That Thing, I simpwy stwetched out a paw at him...
and he thought I was pwaying with him,and it entertained him so much!Sigh...I weawwy don't know what kids nowadays are thinking!

a wittle bit bwue...

Can you see I'm feewing a wittle bwue here?

Sigh....That Thing has wearnt a thing or two and now he knows that when mine Mummy starts to take her cwothes out of the wardwobe and put them in her bag, it means no Mummy for many many sweeps, even though mine Mummy may not necessawiwy bwing a huge bag.

And That Thing has started whining.

Gosh, I can't even sweep in peace tonight and mine Mummy hasn't weft yet! What's going to happen to poor me tomowwow?

Someone pwease shut That Thing up for me!

goodness....

Wook at That Thing! He's weawing this howwendous pink bwing bwing cowwar and he thinks he's so pwetty in it! Goodness...why can't I have a wittle bwother who is more...NORMAL?

See, he was twying to get the cowwar fwom me.Goodness, does he think I want a pink cowwar wike that???That goodness mine Mummy didn't make me wear it or I think there'll be bwoodshed over here...

missing the times I'm an onwy kitty...

I know I'm awesome and all that, but why does That Thing has to imitate evewything I do???
Sometimes I wish I'm an onwy kitteh again....

See this Stoopid Fwower...

Mine Mummy came back fwom China with so many toys for That Thing and see what she gotted me!
This stoopid fwower!
I don't even know what to do with it!

Mine Mummy is home, and That Thing is still bonkers...

Mine Mummy is back!
I twied posting up mine Mummy's pictors but bwogger isn't coopewating as usual, so pictors will have to wait. Sigh...
That Thing has been fowwowing mine Mummy awound since she stepped into the house.
But I think he's still bonkers.
We talked and talked and talked to our Mummy because we've to tell her what happened all those time she's not at home. Then mine Mummy went to bed, and That Thing, he continued talking to the wall!
And he talked so woudwy to the wall until mine Mummy woke up and asked him what's the matter. I told mine Mummy That Thing's gone bonkers and he's been bonkers for a few weeks alweady. Does anyone know how to cure a kitty who's gone bonkers?

it was an accident...

Wook here, I fell asweep and I didn't know I stwetched mine handsome paw out too far and accidentawwy touched That Thing.
It so totawwy wasn't intentional, don't you guys get any wwong ideas there.

That Thing has gone bonkers...

You know, I weawwy hate to say it, but I think That Thing is not quite wight up there in his bwain.
Wet me tell you evewything fwom the beginning.

You see, both of us wike to talk to our Mummy.
Even though our Mummy isn't the bwightest of beans, and even though she's never managed to wearn even the basics of our wanguage even after wiving with genius me for 16 years, well, at weast she's someone to talk to.
Sometimes though, our conversation can be wike this.

Me: I'm a bit tired of this fwavour of stinky goodness, do you think you can get another fwavour for me tomowwow?
Mummy: Oh my dear Boy...you cute thing....
Me: So you'll get it for me? Oh and talking about it, we're almost out of BBQ pork.
Mummy: Aren't you a cutie sweetie pie....
Me: Uhm yes, but BBQ pork, you know, it'll be a huge disaster if one day I feel wike having some and there's no more!
Mummy: Oooh...come here let me give you some chin scritches...
Me: Hey thanks, but BBQ pork! Wemember!
Mummy: Oh Boy, there's a bug there! Go catch it!
Me: Hey, I hate bugs! Get That Thing to catch it!
Mummy: Get that bug get that bug!
Me: Haven't you heard me? I HATE bugs!
Mummy: Why aren't you catching that bug?
Me: I HATE bugs!!!
Mummy: You want to play with that furry mousie?
Me: I do not want to pway, I do not want to catch bugs, I want you to wemember to get BBQ pork tomowwow!
Mummy: Or that jingly ball? Play with that jingly ball?
Me: I....do...not...want...to....play....I...want...BBQ...pork!!!

So here's what our usual conversation is wike.
As you can see, mine Mummy is a bit dense, but well, we still talk to her because at weast she's better than no one to talk to.

So then, mine Mummy goes away to Hong Kong and China wight?
Wight.
Onwy me and That Thing weft awone wight?
Wight.
No one to talk to wight?
Wight.
So, I shut up. I wait until mine Mummy comes home before talking again.
But what does That Thing do?
He.....talks....to....walls.
Evewyday I'm wike twying to nap and I'll hear That Thing talking and talking and talking, to the wall.
I think That Thing has weawwy gone bonkers, don't you think so?

wonderwing about things...

Sometimes I wonder why we need our gwandpapa to cat sit us. I wike mine Gwandpapa well enough but he is after all not a cat, and how can a cat sit be called a cat sit if it is not sat on by a cat? And as for That Thing, I can sit on him well enough, I do not understand why we need anyone to cat sit him. After all, who better to cat sit on That Thing than a genius cat wike mineself?