RABID RANTS OF A MAD HOUSECAT

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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

When is a mouse in the house NOT a mouse?

( The House Mouse, continued) So the rodent I brought into the prison escaped my paws and scurried behind the stove, and warden Quirky was beside herself. What to do, what to do? I heard her talking on the phone to a friend, and when she mentioned she had a "mouse" living behind the stove, I laughed... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 12, 2006

How do you get a live rat out from behind the stove?

Beats me! The warden (Quirky to you) saw the rat get away from me and scamper behind the stove. I, on the other hand, pretended I didn't see anything. Rat? What rat? Hmmm…I never saw a rat in here, did you? I nonchalantly licked my paws and sauntered away. Mouth agape, the warden stared at my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 6, 2006

Rats, rats, rats in the house...oh my, whatever shall we do?

I'm stuck at the Fleabag with three other felonious felines. I don't know what they did to get imprisoned here, but I'm serving a life sentence for ankle-gnawing, butt-biting and various other "crimes." The Fleabag sits on an undeveloped five-acre parcel, where the mice, rats and gophers outnumber... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 16, 2006

What did she get new carpet for, if not for MY scratching pleasure??

Recently, I came back inside from my daily exercise time in the "big yard" to see that the warden had invited some guys to come over and put in a wall-to-wall scratching pad. Oooh, was I ever in kitty heaven!! I sniffed this oh-so-fresh carpet and rolled and rolled, and then, I went to town on it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Poor, poor little puddy tat--that "owie" has GOT to hurt!!

My fellow inmate here at the Fleabag Hotel, Mickey, got majorly wounded--apparently from a cat fight (it wasn't with me, I swear!). The warden hauled him off in the portable prison to see that nice man in the white coat, and Mickey didn't return home until the evening. Boy was he a sorry sight--his... Sign in to see full entry.

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