Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Deer Diary


Deer Diary

Day Elebenty Five of the "starve Miles" campaign by that ebil "the mom" person.  While she SAYS that she is giving us the same amount of foods in our dish, there is a marked decrease in edible foods from her plate.  This is concerning and a bit terrifying. The Orinch Meniss and I are fading fast.  Orinch Meniss has been seen to lay down in the middle of a room while he walks through it, and just stare that the ebil "the mom" person.  She just looks at him and laugs the ebil maniacal laugh of the insane.  I have tried to make my pathetic look even more pathetic - if i make mine eyes any bigger they will be bigger than mine head, and that might scare her.  I have given up hope of ever getting a bite of something edible from her plate ever again.  Most of what is on her plate now is begetables or pasta.  I even brought mineself down to her level and stole a piece of pasta.  It did not have sauce or butter on it. It was nasty. The Orinch Meniss said that the "zit" last week with the tomato sauce was good.  I could not bring mineself to even sniff it.  The ebil "the mom" person called it "ziti".  I am not about to eat anything that sounds that gistusting.  

I find that I am eating more of that awful, dry, kibble stuff that is mounded up in our big bowl. It is supposed to taste like some sort of dead animal, but I can't figure out which one. The psycho Sammy and that little rat Nicky are all "OH BUT IT'S SO GOOD!! NOM NOM NOM".  They need to stop because the ebil "the mom" person says that they are getting FAT like ME. If the mom does not start eating some form of real, live, dead animal this week, I am afraid that I will have to either sell her, or put mineself up for sale to some human with a heart.  

Note from the ebil "the mom" person:  I am not starving you Miles. You have plenty to eat in your bowl that is healthy for you and delicious. I am just choosing to eat a little healthier to see if that will help some of my medical issues.  Believe me, I miss the real live dead cow and the real live dairy products too. 

Hey you, ebil "the mom" person - GET OUT OF MINE DIARY! Sheesh, nosy human. 

Monday, September 28, 2015

Meezer Monday Diary Entry


Deer Diary

I have continued to seek out ways to get more food from the mom. Previously I have wandered around the house hollering at things like the fridgerfrator, bath tub, cabinets, tables, tv and couch, thinking that the mom would give me foods to shut me up.  This has failed.  This past week I have taken to wandering around behind her, following her all over the house and putting on mine bestest pathetic look - and pathetic meow. I open mine mouth and no sound comes out.  All I get in response to this is "Oh sweet pea, what's wrong? are you ok? oh sweetie pie". But NO FOODS.  

The die-t that she has us on is slowly sapping all of our strength from us - we can barely make it across a room without passing out.  

I have to try and figure out how to get more food of that horrible woman. 

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Update on the orinch meniss


Mine breathing is getting a little better- ME is breathing again wif mine mouf closed, but the mom lady person says it's still "labored".  But, that could just be the way ME breathes, she says Gramma Trixie used to breathe like this too.  Maybe it's an orinch meniss thing.  She says mine eye is the next thing that needs to be taken care of.  The nice v-e-t did not want to do too much to me at one time, so ME would not get stressed out.  ME says ME is fine just the way ME is. But the mom lady person says that mine bad blind eye may be very bad for me.  Oh well, ME will just do whatever the mom lady person wants.  

In the meantime, ME is back to trying to escape from here.  

Monday, September 21, 2015

Meezer Monday Miles Report


well crappity crap crap crap, it's been like elebenty squillion sleeps since I was last allowed to post.  

I hopes you all had a great time on your flying mystery condo trip.  Looks like you all went some great places. 

Here is mine report for the day: 

The Foods Report:  Well, the mom has this whole "DIET" thing going on again 'acause she says all of us except Nicky are FAT.  So, I got exactly 2 bites of bacon, 1 bite of steak and NO LICKS OF ICE CREAM last week.  I'm dying here. 

The orinch-meniss report:  Well, he seems to be doing somewhat OK,  he is breathing with his mouth closed again, but the mom says that he seems to be breathing hard still.  But he has not wheezed so that is good.  Maybe the plucking will be the only thing he has to have done.  Although, I was thinking that if he had to have more surgery, they would like cut his head in half and put it back together with a zipper - then he could be a zipper head.  That would be kind of fun.  The mom says I'm mean.  Really it was Sammy's thought.  

Speaking of Sammy, here is Mr Psyho-Murderer with his psycho report:   ::AHEM:: well  the aliens were not out much in the real hots the last few weeks, but they are coming out again now.  I am still disturbed that the one next door ate his family and then moved to another state. ::shudder::  Back to you rice pudding thighs

Well, that's about it for the Meezer Monday report.  

Saturday, September 19, 2015

The last groups!


Well group 3 found a new trick - floating heads!!! They had a BLAST in the desert - you know, that giant sandbox!!! MOL

Group 4 meanwhile, found an interesting place - does anyone know where they are? they are trying not to get too wet - except Tommy, he loves the water.  although this may be a little cold.  Do you think they will find polar bears or penguins where they are.
 This has been a pawsome trip!!! I am so glad you all came along!!!

Thursday, September 17, 2015

finale - group 2


Group 2 has found a landing spot.  It looks a little familiar to me..........

Does anyone know where they are? 

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Tour Finale - group 1


well well well, look at where this group landed!! We all set our magical condos on "random" and landed all different places!! Where are these kitties? Looks like fun! 

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

The finale is tomorrow! and Thursday! and Friday!!!


The kitteh hood of the flying condo has flung its way around the world - east and west and north and south! See the conclusion of our trip tomorrow, Thursday and Friday!!!  You won't BELIEVE what you see! 


Thursday, September 10, 2015

We Remember

For all the turmoil, hatred for anyone who thinks different thoughts or lives life differently, vitriol being spewed by the left and the right, and the complete intolerance this country has come to, stop and remember.  

Remember how it felt that awful day 

 the gut wrenching pain for all of those lives lost.  

The fear that outside enemies killed our fellow countrymen.  

Think about how we all came together - to stand as ONE NATION.  

What has happened to us in the 14 years since that awful day? Have we learned nothing?  The world watches as we just devour each other with our intolerance.  

  It CAN get worse than this.  Let's pray it never does. 

This is a repost of my 9/11/2006 post,

I did not personally know anyone in the Towers, on the planes or in the Pentagon that lost their lives that day. However, I signed up to be part of the
2,996 bloggers to remember an individual who was lost on September 11, 2001. This is a rememberance of one of the lights that was snuffed out that day.

There are not enough words for me to begin to honor or remember. I hope that I can do a little justice to Marlyn's short life.

Marlyn C Garcia
Age: 21
Location: World Trade Center, Tower 1, 100th floor, Marsh and McLennan Cos, Inc

Miss Garcia was the valedictorian of her high school class at Bay Ridge Christian Academy. She was described as mature beyond her years. Smart. Sweet. Prom Queen. A young woman with character. Always smiling. Always nice to everyone. She turned down a scholarship to Syracuse University to remain close to her family, going instead to John Jay College, where, again, she touched so many lives with her kindness and smile. She was attending college as she worked at Marsh and McLennan. She would arrive an hour early each day so that she could leave to attend school in the afternoons. She wanted to work for the United Nations, travel, advocate for those who could not speak for themselves, to spread her light to others.
She had an entire lifetime ahead of her.
She had potential.
She was small. She was fearless. She was determined.
She loved her family. Her parents, her 2 sisters, her Uncle, to whom she wrote on Monday night, Sept 10 " I hope I get to see you Tuesday, I am going into work a little late because I want to vote" September 11 was New York City Mayoral Primary day.
She was a person that any young woman should look up to as an example of a caring and loving person. Someone to stive to be like. A loving Daughter, Sister, Neice, Cousin, Friend. A shining light.
In every rememberance of Marlyn that I have read, everyone has described her as being one thing - an Angel. She was an Angel on earth to so many. She was, sadly, in Tower 1 when the plane hit. One of the 2,996 called Home that day. Called Home to be an Angel looking down on everyone she knew and cared about. To now spread her light from above.

9/11/2013     It's now been 12 years.  It's as fresh in my mind and heart and soul as it was that day.  I know that we are all here on earth for only a blip of time in the grand scheme of things.  But all those who died that day were here for a far shorter time than they were supposed to be.  Marlyn would be 34 now.  Probably married and or a mother.  I'm sure she would have achieved her goals, made her family and herself proud of her accomplishments and made a difference.  I can only hope that she is still shining her light here on earth and making a difference in someone's life.  Although I never met her, she has made a difference in mine.  I just wish that we would all strive each day to live up to the possibilities of all those souls that we lost.  And by "all" I really mean politicians and the people we have chosen to run our country.  They really need to open their hearts and live up to the dreams and goals of all those we lost.  

On the night of 9/11/2001, we had a candelight walk in our neighborhood, led by the children. Then we all put our candles out on our porches to burn down during the night. When I light a candle tonight, as I did that night, and as I do every September 11, I will light it in Marlyn's memory.

Marlyn Garcia I will never forget you.



ME does not haf those nasty boogery things anymore - we will know in a couple of weeks if ME needs to haf more surgery or if ME is ok.  ME is still breathing hard, but it could be 'acause ME is nervous, or 'acause there is swelling from the plucking, or any number of other things.  BUT, ME is OK!!!!

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

Nose Picking and other stuff


Billy is getting his nose picked.  EWWWWWW

The kittyhood of the travelling condo is flinging its way to its last stop - and boy howdy is it going to be FUN FUN FUN till our mommys take the condo away!!!!


Friday, September 04, 2015

last day at that holy bast big butt wall thing


Ok, THoE is a fun game, but NOT on the Great Wall of Holy Bast.  SHEESH, this thing is LONG. 

Here is group 3 relaxing after a long game of THoE.  Just wait till you see what trouble we all got in here in China..........

Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Group 2!


Yes!  We are at the Great Wall of China!!!

Group two made it to the wall - somewhere, it's a LOOOOOOOOOONG wall. And not much to whap off - the bricks are kind of heavy

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

wow, this place is BIG


Well group 1 has landed - and they are having fun on some sort of ruins.  All we can say is that this place is BIG.  really really really BIG.  Any guesses? 

Update on us

SAMMY I had a v-e-t appointment last week and the v-e-t is kind of werried 'acause i might haf another skin cancer starting.  she will...