Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Now I have been looking over my posts and realized that many of you are going to think I am a nice kitty. Gosh I realized that I share stories about myself, write on people's blog, talk nice to dogs, I'm turning into a big old sap!

Quick Puddles bring the beer you stashed in the laundry basket today and come over!

I will call some friends and get the music going!

Oh good Lady Gaga came with her meat suit!

We must drink all the beers and be super rowdy til the policemens come and tell us to turn the party music down!!!

There now that should do it, I'm bad again thank goodness.

Ps. I should also mention that I have been working hard on training Grandma, she has proved to be harder to train than my Mom and the roommates. But I managed to do it, she now brings me treats every time I come inside, I mean every time, gives me milk every day, opens the door to go outside for me when ever I want even at 3am.


  1. Wow! Your Grandma must be really tough. usually those older humans are a soft touch. Glad you got her trained up.

    BTW - Any furry that hangs with Puddles just has to have a bad streak.


  2. I wondered when that "bad" side of you would be exposed. You have been so polite in your comments over on my blog, but yet I should have known when you encouraged my naughty "Grandkitty", Darcy to just do what kittens do. I have covered her eyes when reading your posts, but I enjoy them very much! I would like to know what that meat tasted like that Lady GaGa was wearing? Ann

  3. Hi Remington here! Thanks for stopping by my blog. Nice to meet you! So you and Miss Puddles party? She is one cool lady! I am going to follow, not around your kitchen, just in Blogland! I hope we can be great friends!

  4. Blair I have come back here because although you are an important kitty, you don't have an email to which I can reply. Thank you again for stopping by and adding your two cents re my attempts to reign in my commando kitten. I read them to her and she laughed! Laughed, because she knows what you say it absolutely true! I NOW suspect that while she pretends to obey the sprayer when we are here, that she dances around it and just has a field day on the table and counters (and tree - NO) while we are out. It's a Cat-conspiracy. But, I've been through this before with 4 previous cats, so I'm no dummy and I will have MY day too! Love you Bad Blair. You and Erika brighten my day. Ann

  5. Hi Blair, well you must be related to our cat because she looks like you and also wants us to let her in/out in the middle of night. Maybe we should call her Bad Penny. No worries, love Carol.

  6. knows I always has da beer ready!
    Unfortunately withs bloggin' you will have a tendency to turn into a sap sometimes...but, then you makes up fur da sappiness on da other days...hehehe!

    Mango so gets me! Oh and I just loves my Remington.