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  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 11:29:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What the shit is this?</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/yamamymay/2988257977/&quot; title=&quot;Vera&amp;#39;s Halloween Costume by yamamymay, on Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/2988257977_e6cb979f15.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;333&quot; alt=&quot;Vera&amp;#39;s Halloween Costume&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really. What the hell is this thing on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/yamamymay/2989114680/&quot; title=&quot;Vera&amp;#39;s Halloween Costume by yamamymay, on Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2989114680_d343977c4e.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;333&quot; alt=&quot;Vera&amp;#39;s Halloween Costume&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, it&apos;s following me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/yamamymay/2988258851/&quot; title=&quot;Vera&amp;#39;s Halloween Costume by yamamymay, on Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2988258851_2dfca42d17.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;333&quot; alt=&quot;Vera&amp;#39;s Halloween Costume&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I stay real still, it will get bored and go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/yamamymay/2988259489/&quot; title=&quot;Vera&amp;#39;s Halloween Costume by yamamymay, on Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/2988259489_6ff83f40ba.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;333&quot; alt=&quot;Vera&amp;#39;s Halloween Costume&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah. Happy Halloween to you too, ass. &lt;small&gt;I know where you sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who may be concerned about my owner being cruel to me, I will let you know that I got rid of this abomination off a few seconds after that last picture was snapped, so I only wore the damned thing for about 5 minutes at most. And then she let me try to kill it. It&apos;s a bit indestructible, but the texture is quite nice on the tongue.&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 13:22:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Note to cat owners everywhere</title>
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  <description>We want to live &lt;a href=&quot;http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/2008/10/post-1.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 14:49:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Caught you unawares, I have!</title>
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  <description>Aha! I bet you&apos;d forgotten about me. I bet you thought I just sat around all the time doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you&apos;d be wrong! I only sit around doing nothing &lt;b&gt;half of the time&lt;/b&gt;! Like now, while I&apos;m resting on my  ottoman. Nanci will say it&apos;s her ottoman, but she&apos;s a filthy liar, it&apos;s mine, mine I say! I keep scratching it and shedding on it and adding my lovely scent to it so it must be mine. I wouldn&apos;t do that to other people&apos;s things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been up to? Well, I&apos;ve been helping mommy look for a new job. She finds something she thinks sounds interesting, and I jump on the keyboard and make all the things on the screen disappear so she knows I approve. I&apos;ve also been carefully guarding the boxes she brought home from the office. Oh boy, if anyone wants to see what&apos;s in those, they&apos;d have to go through me and make me get off of the boxes. And that ain&apos;t happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve also been trying to foil the plans of the evil secret spy ring. They meet in Nanci&apos;s room. So whenever I have the chance, I sneak in and try to root them out. Nanci doesn&apos;t like this so much, though, and she tries to keep me out of the room. Obviously, she&apos;s on their side, and I&apos;m getting too close for comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, all this talking about me has made me sleepy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 20:15:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My bubbles!</title>
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  <description>&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_theemdash&apos; lj:user=&apos;theemdash&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;theemdash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; apparently does not have enough to do. She&apos;s taken to blowing bubbles at me every evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn&apos;t realize the torture! I keep trying to attack them, pounce on them, terrify them into doing my bidding, and yet the moment I close in and attempt to swipe, they disappear! It&apos;s like magic. Evil bubbly magic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day there will be a photo of this, so you can all see my terrifying of the bubbles. Now, if only they could figure out some way to capture the sounds I make in mid-pounce.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jun 2006 21:00:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Le sigh.</title>
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  <description>This weekend was very trying for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I got closed up in the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/grass_stained/pic/0002qfeg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_grass_stained&apos; lj:user=&apos;grass_stained&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;grass_stained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn&apos;t know that I&apos;d snuck in there when she opened it. And I wasn&apos;t in there very long; I didn&apos;t even have to cry before she realized I was in there. Just stuck my paws out, batting at things. It was dark, sure, but I&apos;ve faced worse. Have you ever stared down a vacuum and lived to tell? Doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I was attacked by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_theemdash&apos; lj:user=&apos;theemdash&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;theemdash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s plethora of Coca-Cola boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/grass_stained/pic/0002pcr7&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I really can&apos;t complain. They do provide a nice hideaway when trying to nap in the middle of the day. That pesky sun can&apos;t get me under my protective cardboard shell!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 May 2006 14:41:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Help! Help! I&apos;m being repressed</title>
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  <description>I didn&apos;t do anything wrong (at least, not recently, not that I can remember), and yet I&apos;m caged up today. What&apos;s going on? Why am I being punished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it&apos;s that stinky Alli. She probably said I did something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I know you&apos;re wondering, I used the power of my cuteness (and a little bit of the Force) to pull the computer within typing range.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Apr 2006 14:35:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh, Poop!</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_theemdash&apos; lj:user=&apos;theemdash&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;theemdash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stayed home with me today and I was so excited that I left my litter box in a rush and well . . .  I dragged.  I tried to go back and fix it, but I couldn&apos;t get the ground to cover it and then I was yelled at.  I started to walk away, but something was still stuck on my tail so I tried to get it off, but it smeared and. . . .  I&apos;m so embarrassed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_theemdash&apos; lj:user=&apos;theemdash&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;theemdash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cleaned up after me (and she cleaned me, ew!) and I was yelled at again when I tried to sniff the water she was spread all over the floor.  It smelled weird, I just wanted to know what it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she&apos;s mad at me.  She won&apos;t let me snuggle.  Maybe she just needs some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*off to sulk*</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2005 19:28:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Some people &lt;small&gt;(my mommy, for instance)&lt;/small&gt; will tell you that I snore. I overheard someone telling Auntie &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_theemdash&apos; lj:user=&apos;theemdash&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;theemdash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I was so cute in the night because I was &quot;snoring, and making cute little noises.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to state for the record that that is not me. I do not snore. I have a serious medical condition that makes me breathe rather heavily in the night. It&apos;s called Runaroundalldayanddon&apos;tstoptotaketwobreathsitis. It&apos;s very serious, and I would appreciate it if people did not spread such vicious rumors about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what anyone says, I also don&apos;t occasionally make &quot;whuffling&quot; sounds when I sleep. I know this. Even though I&apos;m sleeping. I&apos;m just that good.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2005 01:18:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>O Christmas Tree...</title>
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  <description>O Christmas Tree O Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;How I like to eat your branches&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree O Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;How I like to eat your branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re yummy and you sparkle bright&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ll be my toy all through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Christmas Tree O Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;How I like to eat your branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/grass_stained/pic/0000rker&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/grass_stained/pic/0000hqhc&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/grass_stained/pic/0000k1sa&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/grass_stained/pic/0000ptdg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/grass_stained/pic/0000q01d&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2005 14:41:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Look how pretty I am!</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2005 12:25:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Whoa</title>
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  <description>So things have been really busy for me lately. Last week, I had surgery to be &quot;spayed.&quot; I have no idea what that is, but I came home with a shaved tummy and these things called stitches! They were fun to play with. Mommy says they look like they&apos;re healing well, and I have to go back next week to have them removed. Whatever, they haven&apos;t stopped me from attacking the evil blinds of doom. I have a new prey, actually—lamp shades! They&apos;re so very evil. Also, this &quot;cursor&quot; thing on this flat screen is driving me crazy. I can&apos;t hit it, even though I try to tap at it, and where does it go when it&apos;s at the side of the screen? I looked behind the screen, it&apos;s not there, I tried eating the frame around the screen, still no luck.... I&apos;M SO CONFUSED. Even the appearance of these words is baffling me. I can&apos;t attack them, I can&apos;t eat them, I can&apos;t bat them around like my treats, they just show up. This thing called technology seems very advanced. My aunt Alli got her &quot;computer&quot; back from some place. I wonder how it tastes.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 23:28:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Muahahaha</title>
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  <description>Fear me. I have discovered... BLINDS.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2005 21:42:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Being the center of attention is hard work</title>
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  <description>So &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_grass_stained&apos; lj:user=&apos;grass_stained&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;grass_stained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_theemdash&apos; lj:user=&apos;theemdash&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://theemdash.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;theemdash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had a &quot;housewarming&quot; party today. But really, it was a party all for me. Their friends and Alli&apos;s family came over to see me. What else would be the point? I got lots of toys, but I think they&apos;re keeping some of them from me. Something about &quot;overstimulation.&quot; Anyway, I played with all of their friends for a while. They&apos;re good people. They brought me toys! Did I mention that already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, entertaining these people is &lt;b&gt;exhausting&lt;/b&gt;. I finally had to take a nap. And then they kept staring at me, and saying how cute I am (naturally), and talking about me, but I ignored them and slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and my paws are purple now. I decided to start there and see how I like it. I&apos;m thinking of being Punk Rock Kitty for Halloween.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2005 17:24:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hm. Wet.</title>
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  <description>Last night, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_grass_stained&apos; lj:user=&apos;grass_stained&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;grass_stained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thought she might have a relaxing bath, with Harry Potter re-reading and hot chocolate. I had other plans. Who can resist a big vat of water?! Not me. She left the bathroom door cracked a bit because she knows I don&apos;t like to be alone when I know someone&apos;s home. Well, I had to check it out. I kept sticking my paw in. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump up on edge of bathtub. Perch precariously, almost fall in, and make my mommy freak out. Lean forward enough to get my paw in the water. Realize it&apos;s wet and I&apos;m not a fan of that. Pull myself back up to sit on the edge, shake foot off to dry. Try again with other paw. Realize it&apos;s still wet. Run away, because water = bad. Repeat from beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when I tried to get a drink, mommy was like &quot;No!&quot; Something about a bath bead and not knowing what kind of chemicals might be in it and not for kitties to drink. Silly mommy. Guess she doesn&apos;t know how often I break into the catnip, but I think she has started suspecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it&apos;s funny when I try to attack things and end up with my back leg stuck behind my ears. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a new permanent potty! Whee!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 11:03:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*yawn*</title>
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  <description>Yesterday afternoon, my mommy came home and took me to the vet. I&apos;m not too keen on vets, cos I don&apos;t like being poked with needles and stuff like that, but this vet was very nice. He and all his vet technicians think I am the cutest thing ever, and really, who can blame them? I got vaccinated against upper respiratory infection and feline leukemia (I think—it&apos;s difficult to remember these things when the vets give you a pen to play with). The vet told &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_grass_stained&apos; lj:user=&apos;grass_stained&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;grass_stained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that the injections might make me sleepy, but when I got home, we realized that they&apos;d given me a new toy in the &quot;New Kitten Welcome Bag&quot; they handed us. TOY! And we think it had catnip in it. So I defied that vet and got busy killing things, instead of being sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later last night, I was getting kind of sleepy, but then auntie &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_jandrew&apos; lj:user=&apos;jandrew&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jandrew.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jandrew.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jandrew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her fiancé came over to see me, so I had to be cute and put on a show. That was lots of fun—I miss them. They brought me a new toy, too! I bet mommy was thinking I&apos;d be up all night playing with my new toys, but instead, I curled up on her bed while she was watching Veronica Mars on that computer thing she has. And I stayed there &lt;b&gt;all night&lt;/b&gt;. I think I woke her up a couple of times, making my sleepy noises, but she didn&apos;t seem to mind, as that made her lean over and kiss me (so. annoying!). But today is a new day, I have new toys, it&apos;s time to kill things.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2005 23:58:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Belt!</title>
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  <description>&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_jedimara77&apos; lj:user=&apos;jedimara77&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jedimara77.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jedimara77.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jedimara77&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the best aunty in the world. She took off her clothes—well, just her belt, really—and played with me for a &lt;b&gt;whole hour&lt;/b&gt;. Silly Nanci, she thought I&apos;d get tired. But no! It takes more than a belt and an hour of amusement to tire me out. I think I&apos;ll go tackle my film canister now. Oh wait, there&apos;s a bag! No, film canister! Bag! Canister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vera&apos;s actual contribution)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0pp-[0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azerrrrrrrrrrrrrklllll</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 14:01:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am a trouble-maker, and I like it. This morning, I thought I&apos;d be all cute and run to &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_grass_stained&apos; lj:user=&apos;grass_stained&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;grass_stained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when she finally opened the door, and then cuddle with her for a few minutes. Of course, then I had to nibble on her hands, because she tastes good. I ran around for a little bit, making sure to jump on her any time it seemed appropriate (and a few times when it probably wasn&apos;t necessary, but it was fun). Finally, my big moment came, and I took advantage of it, emptying the contents of my bladder on her bed. SCORE! I win at life.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2005 13:08:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I had a really rough night last night.  I was chasing the plastic knife and then I ran right into &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_lord_varos&apos; lj:user=&apos;lord_varos&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lord-varos.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lord-varos.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lord_varos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s leg!  I was knocked flat on my back.  After that I was really tired so I had to fall asleep on him.  He didn&apos;t seem to mind, so I curled up in his lap and then stretched out.  Some hands petted me so I purred and it was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later my mommy &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_grass_stained&apos; lj:user=&apos;grass_stained&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://grass-stained.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;grass_stained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came home and she gave me lots of love.  I got lonely in the middle of the night and I called out to her.  I &amp;hearts her.</description>
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