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Archive for January, 2015

Pluma says, “I will never understand humans!!”

Yesterday Mom said I was finally growing up and becoming a big boy.  Today she says I am her little baby.  What’s up with this? Can’t she make up her mind?

Here is what happened, maybe you can explain it to me.  It was cold last night, we got a dusting of snow, and I wanted to sleep unner the cobers wif Mom.  So I am sleeping, purring and her chin felt like a momma kitty and I started making nursing sounds and my feets started needing.  Mom said my claws hurted her and woke me up.  So finally I went back to sleep and it was so warm and cozy and her hair was near my mouth and in my sleep I started making nursing sounds again and my feet began to move and again she woke me up saying I was her little baby.

I tell you it is hard to get a good nights sleep with her constantly waking me up!

Growing up and eating people foods!!

Hi Everyone, Pluma here.  Hope you have had good holidays and are enjoying the new year!

Mom says I am growing up.  I will be 7 this month and will have a party Jan. 17th at the Funky Karma Shop.  I am not allowed to have cake, (and I wouldn’t eat it anyway) so I will be giving Birthday Cake Incense to everyone who comes in to see me that day.

Yesterday was New Years Day and Mom and Dad had special food to eat.  In all of my years I have never eaten people food, even when it was offered to me, I turn up my nose and walk away.  I only like my cat crunches, and some treats that Miss Ann brings to the shop.  BUT. . . now I LOVE real live fresh dead shrimp!  Many of my friends on the Internets have told me they love shrimps but I wouldn’t eat them until this year. Yesterday I ate 3! They were delicious and I want more but Mom says “You have to wait for a special day to have more” I said “Why?  I want more right now!”

After dinner and a nap Dad and I played fetch for hours.  He can throw the toy to the far end of the house, I like to run fast and slide on the hardwood floor, catch the toy then run real fast back to him so he can throw it again.  Mom throws like a girl, not very far and it’s not as much fun.

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