Gone!!!!

Wow, it's been great around here! The Male Lesser Species took the Slobbery Hound Things in the Rolling Box Thingy and came back WITHOUT THEM!!!! Could this be our Catmas Present? Did Santa Paws convince the Lesser Species that we didn't need Slobbery Hound Things here?
But, then, the Lesser Species got out some big bags and put their Fur Replacement items in them, and then went out the door and they haven't come back. I heard them say something about going to see the Female Lesser Species' parents, someplace called AreKansas - the Male Lesser Species seems to not like AreKansas, but he'll go when the Female Lesser Species tells him there's no choice!
So, here we are, Dizzy and I, all alone with no Slobbery Hound Things!!! But, we also don't have the Lesser Species to give us skritches. Good and bad together. Dizzy is still crying all the time. Here it is, Catmas, and no message from The Boy. Nothing. She is inconsolable. I'm starting to get a bit annoyed. She has a warm, comfy place with food, and the Lesser Species will pet her if she asks. What more can she ask for. Geesh.

Problems, problems, problems

Well, first of all, the Female Lesser Species came down with some bug called Flu. So, her laptop wasn't opened for a long time.
And then, well, Dizzy asked me to tell you out there in the Cat Realm... she's been too depressed to lift her tail. She cries constantly (and it's driving me crazy, but as her sister, I put up with it - some). She runs into the Lesser Species sleeping room and hides under the big comfy sleeping mat, and won't come out for nothing. Not even a cat treat. The Lesser Species have even tried the Fun Weed with her - it doesn't work.
You see, about a month ago, The Boy and the Lesser Species got into a pretty big yelling match. And then The Boy left. Gone. Not even a goodbye to poor Dizzy (or his mother). He left and moved to some place they call Canada.
Dizzy had been beside herself. She has lost weight, can't sleep, won't play. It's pitiful. And I'm actually feeling her pain too - I can't even get myself groomed correctly.
Please send happy meows to Dizzy. We're all hoping that Santa Paws might bring something nice to make her purr again. (like a note from The Boy telling her she is still his baby...)

Moving?

Oh man, the Boy got a job today - he starts next Monday. And he told me he was going to save up and move to his own place.
But - this time he says he's going to take ME! The Male Lesser Species told him that we have to take Sally if the Boy is going to take me. I guess that's ok, she IS my adopted sis.
At least we have a few more months here, and he won't be driving me too far - I really don't like the car - I get sick, very sick.
Well, we'll see what happens now!

From Sally

Well, it took the Female Lesser Species long enough to get the hint!
We were just getting into the Cat Blogosphere, and loving meeting all of you - and then she TAKES THE LAPTOP AWAY FROM US!!!
She says something about taking a class in something called digi-scrapping (what-ever!), and she's been doing "layouts" like crazy - and not letting any of us (not even the Slobbery Hound Things) on to the computer to even say hello!
So, I did something I normally don't do - I actually got up in her LAP. Yes, me - the Queen of Disinterest - got up on her LAP right next to her laptop and let her skritch me for a long time! (well, yes, THAT wasn't so bad!) So tonight, she FINALLY got the hint, and let me get back on and say hi to everyone! But, being the selfish pig-head the Female Lesser Species said I could only get on for a few minutes. What's up with that? I DESERVE time on the laptop - I LET her give me skritches! Doesn't that count for something?
Grrrr!

Geesh!

You would think the Female Lesser Species would get it - when she gets up in the morning, and sits on the Porcelain Litter Box, I expect to get skritches. She's not doing anything important. So, I need attention.
I try to tell her that - I tell her at the top of my lungs, and she yells at me that it's too early in the morning.
All I want is some skritches and then I'd be fine.
Stupid Lesser Species.

Sad Day

It's a sad day. We've been visiting some other blogs, and noticed something in almost all of them. The Female Lesser Species looked over our paws and started to leak water out of her eyes. Even tho we don't know them very well, we want to send our mews and purrs to the family of Violet "Sprout". We had the Female Lesser Species copy this purrty picture and hope no one is mad cause we wanted to send our sympathies to them.

I'm gonna go hug the Boy now.

What's the big deal?

Ok, that Boy is here and Dizzy seems to be in seventh heaven. I, on the other hand, have lost my spot downstairs.
So, now I'm spending time upstairs where the Slobbery Hound Things chase me, and the Lesser Species just doesn't understand that I do NOT want to be picked up, but they must pet me when I ask. And then I even grace the Female Lesser Species with my presence, jumping up to let her pet me, and she had the gall to tell me to get down! I guess this thing on tv has her full attention. I would think *I* would be given full attention, but no, we have to let the Female Lesser Species watch all these strange people walk around some track. She says this only happens once every four years, and not to bother her at all during the two weeks it's going on.
I don't know what the big deal is, there aren't any cats involved, so it can't be that interesting. I mean, the Female Lesser Species COULD keep her eyes on the big picture shower and just use her hand to smooth my beautiful fur.