Wednesday, November 29, 2006

My first big outing!

Yesterday I went to the vet with Kat and Mommy. Before we left to go to the vet, Wilbur was laughing at us and telling us that the vet was the most awful place in the whole wide world. He said that last time he went, he came home and couldn't walk for a few days because they poked him with sharp sticks and that Mommy just stood there and watched them do it. So it sounded really scary. On the way to the vet, Mommy made Kat and me ride in a box because she said the kennel is too heavy for her to lift into the car. We didn't like the box because it didn't have any windows, so on the way, we chewed a hole in the side of the box and made our own window! We're really smart, no matter what Wilbur says.

Once we got to the vet, Mommy carried us through Petsmart to the vet desk because we don't like to walk on the leashes. Kat and I made sure we were looking extra cute and everyone in the whole store was stopping Mommy and telling her how cute we were. I think she really liked it, but Kat was annoyed because people were calling her a boy. She even had a pink collar and leash, so they must have been not-so-smart people. They were smart enough to recognize that we were so adorable, but not to figure out that the puppy with the pink collar is a girl. Humans are weird sometimes.

At the vet, we got looked over by the nurse and then the doctor. The doctor said that we are very nice looking puppies and she liked us so much that she gave us two biscuits each! We even got poked with the sharp sticks, but it didn't hurt and we were so busy eating biscuits that we didn't even notice. Wilbur is a big baby if he thought it hurt.

So going to the vet isn't so scary. I tried to tell that to Wilbur, but he said to just wait and eventually we would go and they would do bad things to us. I think he's full of kitty poo.


PS. Kat and I both weighed the same. 7.5 pounds!

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Brothers are annoying

I’m outnumbered in this new house. When I was back at my previous house with my canine mom, I had four sisters and only two brothers. Now that I’m at the new house with my human mom and dad, I still have one of my canine brothers, but now I also have a feline brother. And all they do is pick on me! Wilbur just runs around and gets me to chase him and then just when I’m getting close enough that we can wrestle, he goes and runs into the bedroom where I am not allowed. Then there is Steve. He is such a pig. He tries to eat all of my food. (No wonder he got stuck under the table last night!) And when I lay down on our bed to chew on a toy, he will drop the toy he is chewing on to try to steal my chew toy. If I give it to him and go find another one, he does it again! He just has to do everything that I do. If I come when Mommy calls me, so does Steve. If I chase Wilbur, he has to chase Wilbur. If I play with a ball, he has to play with a ball. He’s such a copy cat… I mean dog.

Trying to survive around too many boys,

Puppy Games

I invented a new fun game to play with the puppies. Let me first describe the playing field. Mom doesn’t want the puppies to go into the bedroom where there is carpet since they go to the bathroom all over the place. (Disgusting, I know. Cats are so much smarter.) So Dave constructed this barricade in the doorway to the bedroom so that I can still go back and forth between the bedroom and the rest of the house, but the puppies can’t get over the barricade. (They don’t know how to jump. Again, cats are so much smarter.) So what I do is sneak up on the puppies. Then I let them chase me around for a while and then I make a mad dash to the bedroom and jump over the barricade. Then when the puppies are looking longingly over the barricade into the bedroom, I just stick my head up over the barricade so that they will see me and know that I am much more agile and they will never beat me. It’s so much fun. Usually I wait until they are chewing on something and resting on their bed and Mom is taking a break on the couch. Then I go get Steve and Kat all wound up chasing me so that Mom can’t rest because she has to follow them around to make sure they don’t go to the bathroom inside. It’s like a “Buy One, Get One Free” deal. Not only do I torment the puppies, but I torment Mom too at the same time. It’s great. I’m glad I finally figured out how to use these puppies to my advantage.


PS. Here's a picture of me hunting the puppies.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

So many changes!

Wow, in the last 24 hours, my life has completely changed. First these people came and took me away from my mom and siblings. Then they made me ride in the car in a cage while I made noise all the way home. At least my brother came with me. He didn't seem to be nearly as worried about what was happening as I was. Once we got to the people's home, they took me out in their yard for some play time. Then they brought me in the house and put me back in the kennel. After that, a cat came running out. Boy, was he surprised to see me! He walked round and round the kennel smelling us. I learned that he is my new big brother, Wilbur. He seems alright. I chased him around a little bit and he seemed to like it.

Today was a fun day. We played in the yard a lot. Steve and I just like to roll around in the grass. We even rolled around in the grass with our new dad. I like my new family. Even my brother, Wilbur, who just lays around and watches me. I have to go now because I have new places to explore and Steve just stole my treat so I have to go get it back!


Saturday, November 25, 2006

So this is what puppies are?

Tonight I was minding my own business when all of the sudden, Mom and Dave showed up with these two creatures. Apparently the creatures are the puppies that they have been talking about for so long. I'll be honest, I really didn't know what a puppy was. I mean, seriously, I've been living in this house for as long as I can remember and there are no other animals here, so how was I to know what they were.

I'll admit, they are kinda cute. They have more fur than me, which is hard to imagine. Here are some pictures of them. I have been smelling them and they don't seem too bad. They even kind of played with me, but I wasn't sure I wanted to play, so I didn't play too much. They are sleeping now, so I am staring at them in their crate. At least I don't have to sleep in the crate since I am the older brother and all. Oh, and the puppies are so uncivilized. They don't even know how to use a litter box and have to be taken outside all the time. (I'm a little jealous of the fact that they get to go outside.) If you want to see some videos of them playing with me, click on the link on the right side of this blog.


Thanksgiving Flop

Well, well, well. Apparently Mom and Dave do not know the rules of Thanksgiving. They are supposed to stay home and spend all day cooking a turkey for me to eat so I can fill my tummy and then sleep off my dinner. Unfortunately, they left me home alone while they went somewhere else to eat turkey without me. Did they offer take me? No. Did they bring me turkey when they came home? No. Did they act remorseful for their actions? No. I thought I had them trained better than this. Well, not Dave, I can't seem to get him trained. But I thought Mom was trained. I mean, she does everything else I tell her to do and also lets me bite her while she screams "Ouch!" in delight. I'm going to have to work harder on them. Mostly on Dave because I'm sure he's the one responsible. He never lets me bite him.


Tuesday, November 21, 2006

They're coming...

Bad news. Mom and Dave think it's good news, but I'm telling you, it's bad. Those huskies? The ones mentioned in the title of this blog? They are coming. Apparently I only have a few more days of solitude in my castle that I so kindly let Mom live in. Mom and Dave are going to go look at the huskies tomorrow and if they are anywhere near as cute as they think they are from the pictures, then the huskies are coming to live in my castle on Saturday. Uggg...

I will make sure some pictures of these little demons gets posted on this website. I'll warn you that they won't be as cute as I am, but maybe their faces won't completely disgust you.


Monday, November 20, 2006

Allow me to introduce myself

Hi, I'm Wilbur. I'm the "and their cat" part of this blog. I can't say I'm really happy about that for several reasons.

  1. Don't we all know that cats are really in charge? So really it should be titled "The Adventures of Wilbur and His Two Huskies".

  2. I'm much smarter than the dogs will ever be and therefore deserve top billing.

  3. I'm older.

  4. Finally, and most importantly, if you ask me, I'm the only one here right now. The huskies haven't joined the family yet. Sure, they already have names and toys at the house, but they don't live there yet. They are not yet big enough to join the family. (I hope it stays that way.) So doesn't that entitle me to have the right to be the star of this blog?

Well, whatever. Let me tell you about me. First, I'm a cat and really the cutest cat to ever exist. My talents include: sleeping, attacking Mom's feet and ankles, biting Mom's face in the night, fetching, and getting whatever I want. My birthday is April 1, 2005. That is the day my mom rescued me from the pound. I was actually born a few weeks before then, but I don't know when it was. I think I might have descended from African jungle cats because I stalk every where I walk and I'm kind of spotted underneath my stripes. And I'm brilliant. I'm not sure if I mentioned that yet or not.

I am excited because Thanksgiving is only a few days away. This will be my second Thanksgiving, and let me just say, last year was a hit. Mom cooked a bunch of food and Dave came over and helped eat it. I helped too. Turkey and gravy is really tasty! It also made me really sleepy. I fell asleep on one of the dining room chairs while Mom and Dave were eating. I stayed asleep all day! I blame the turkey. So I am definitely ready for some more turkey and gravy this Thanksgiving!


(No, I'm not named after Charlotte's Web. I'm named after Wilbur Wright, as in The Wright Brothers because my mom likes airplanes.)