Showing posts with label Being a Little Bit Bad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being a Little Bit Bad. Show all posts

Hi Kitties,

I had some fun adventures this weekend. I decided to go out for lunch instead of eating in so I learned how to open the door to my room. It is not very hard - I just have to stretch really tall and turn the handle. Then I went downstairs and had some kibble from my cousin Missy's bowl. It was pretty good. Then I went to the basement to hang out and surprised everyone. Especially my mom who was painting the basement pink.
Then I had to sit in the bathroom for a while, but I decided to leave so I opened that door too and walked around some more. I wasn't really hungry for dinner since I kept snacking on the kibble in the kitchen, that was very fun. Last night though my Mom put a new doorknob on my door. This one isn't a lever so I'm going to need my sister Veronica's help to open it...
Love,
Figaro

My Nursing Home Visit

Hi Kitties,

This morning was another successful nursing home visit. I am all tuckered out now that as soon as I finish blogging I am going to go take a nappy. I saw my friend R.A. again, and my friend E. There was also another new lady there named G. She was very nice but she could not see so everyone tried to describe all my colors to her. E. was so excited to see me that she clapped and laughed out loud (she lol'ed). I also got to see the birds for a little bit who live in the nursing home. I tried to hunt them and then we had to leave.
My sister Veronica had a very fun birthday party yesterday. She got to eat a lot of tuna and got some of our favorite visitors. She says, "meow, thanks for all the birthday wishes"!
Love,
Figaro

Hi Kitties,

I had another nursing home visit yesterday. My mommie almost FORGOT about it so good thing I made sure she checked her calendar! I had a great time as usual. A lot of people came out to pet me. One of my friends called me "Gretel" though. I think that is a girl name. But I still came to her because I got treats.
Also, I was thinking for a long time and I decided that I should have a Russian name since I am part Russian and I have been learning some Russian words. My mommie visited her friend N. who has Russian kitties and they have Russian names, so we think we should have some too. When my mommie was out of town, my grandma came to feed us and always said the Russian word "kushat" which means "eat." That's why "kushat" is my favorite Russian word. I decided my Russian name is going to be Vasilliy. I like that name because there is a poem in Russian about a cat named Vasilliy who gets to eat a lot of cream. This sounds like something I would like to do! My sister Veronica did not pick a Russian name yet but I think she might go by Vika for fun.
Here is another funny thing I did yesterday. I found a stash of moneys that my mommie uses for experiments on the desk and I decided to take it for myself. I did not get far because I got caught on my way to my cat basket. I was going to buy some fishes at the grocery store. There is some Canadian money in there too in case I escaped to Canada.
Love,
Figaro

Dear Mommie, I'm Sorry.

Hi Kitties,

This morning I visited an Assisted Living center, for the first time. I have been making a lot of visits for this holiday season. I met a lot of nice people. One lady told me that she cannot pet me because then she will love me too much. But she told me that she already loves me a lot and that I am very beautiful and wonderful. I really liked her. Another lady petted me a lot and told me that her cat is also very soft like me. Then I met a nice man who told me all about how he used to live in Chicago during the Great Depression and babysit two babies for a Doctor. I really like to find out stories like that. He said the babies had a stroller that looked a lot like my stroller.

However, then I did a Bad Thing. When the lady petted me who has a cat at home, I smelled that cat and made a Big Hiss and scritched my Mommie's arm. I am very sorry about that. I usually am a very good kitty, but that is not good kitty behavior. Then we had to go because I was getting nervous.

Love,

Figaro


 

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