Hehe, I got to computer today before Isis did! Today is the first day that we are offurcially “ungrounded”.

See, someone *cough*Isis*cough* made a mess of the living room by knocking over a bookcase and all the stuffs that was on it. It was a small black metal one and Isis managed to tip it over when she jumped onto it trying to get to the treats she found there.

We were just lucky that there is a nice comfy chair there in fronts of it, otherwise we’d have been in bigger trouble. When the bookcase tilted over, the figurines and snow globes mostly fell on the chair and didn’t break. One statue did fall to the floor, but it’s metal on a wood base and probably did more damage to the floor then the floor did to it.

When Mom came home and found the mess, and the opened bag of treats that Isis got into, she was very upset. No treats for a week, no walks, no outside, and we got baths. We also kept getting removed from rooms with lots of shelves and stuff to knock down and kept separated to “keep us out of mischief”, Mom said.

I didn’t do it this time though and was very upset to be punished alongside Isis. Mom didn’t believe me though, and I will admit to helping myself to the treats when they were already on the floors and opened. But I didn’t make the mess! And they were such yummy treats too. They were healthy kitty treats Mom got from the vet’s office that tasted and smelled sooo good. Better then the nip! And came in a white plastic bag with really big funny human words on it. I’m so glad Mom gave them a try! At first she was gonna pass ‘em up cause the information was on one of those folded papers you finds in the waiting room and she’d picked that up a while ago and forgots about it. She found it again mixed in with those folded papers for things like prenatal vitamin (Mom will never need these!), diabetes (human sickness I hope Mom don’t get), and other medical stuffs I don’t understand.

Mom is bad about picking up things to read and then forgetting to throw them away. Mom almost didn’t get the treats for us ’cause they were very, very expensive. I think that’s why she was so upset with us, they didn’t last us very long at all… That’s okay though, I think those Feline Greenies cat treats tasted justs as good and are cheaper too.

I hopes Mom isn’t upsets anymore though. I spent the week curling up in Mom’s lap whenever I could, I tries to show her how cute I was and completely innocent.

See, that’s my innocent face. It’s marred by brutally mauled whiskers that those mini-humans did to me, but it still works on Mom!

Hehe, Isis has nothing on me. I gots the computer first and got kitty treats this morning. Isis didn’t want to get up from her bed so she never realized what she missed out on.

I’m so smart. Score is now: Isis 270, Denali 120.

Eh, I’m catching up to my sistah.

ARRRGGH!! I can see why Mom doesn’t like and doesn’t want to have human babies of her own and says we’re the only babies she needs or wants.

Human babies, they’re just horrible! They’re cruel, vile, and smell horrible! They pull your fur out by the handful, yank and twist your tail ’till it feels like it’s gonna fall off and then, horror of all horrors, they cut your whiskers!

I tried to run the minute the vile creatures said “just a quick trim kitty” and picked up some scissors from Mom’s desk, but I was outnumbered and the oldest little beast was stepping on my tail too! I growled, but they weren’t scared, and eventually I said goodbye to my pride and hollered for Mommy, and Mom came a runnin’ too. She got them off me real quick and then carried me to safety. That’s the only reason I didn’t loose any other fur or the rest of my whiskers. Now I look lopsided and you can see spots where those, those monsters pulled clumps of fur out of my coat too.

I hate human babies. grrrrrr

One of Mom’s friends came by earlier and brought her… devil spawn. Isis was smart and hissed at them right away and ran. They called her a “demon cat” and refused to go near her. I tried to be nice to make up for my older sister’s behavior, but being nice to those things wasn’t worth it. As soon as they carried me out of my Mom’s sight they began the torture. Evil things! Hiss!

Mommy, please, don’t let them come back ever again!!

Eh, heh, oops.

Mom noticed I was up to no goods earlier ’cause I kinda left a little evidence behind.

See, I still have yet to master teh art of “jumping on teh stove” in order to finds yummy treats and crumbs.

Well, I jump up just fine, I just kinda always leave a very obvious hint behind.

I burned the furs on the top of my tail and the tip. You can see in the photos above how it’s all browned and curled now. I didn’t even notice I had done that! So when I demanded hugs from Mom I had no idea I was abouts to give myself away. See, sometimes there are yummy crumbs and drippings on the stove, I just can’t resist checking it out! But I always manage to burn my whiskers or furs. I thought I did so good too, ’cause my whiskers are long and pretty still, but when Mom was holding and petting me she just froze then smiled a creepy smile like that “Bob” human on those t.v. commercials for enzyte (it’s for male humans) and said “Denali, what happened to your tail, hmm?” in that very sweet voice of hers that is very, very scary and says “you are soooo dead meat” without saying it. That’s when I noticed my furs was burned.

My beautiful tail! Why can I not jump on the stove without burning my furs?

Does anyone have any tips or tricks for me?

Our Mommy has been on the look out for employment wherever she can find it. Well today while Mommy was in town she saw one of those fold-up signs offering “Cash for Cats”.

I know what you’re thinking, ’cause I thought it too when I heard Mommy talking on the pone. But no, Mommy isn’t going to sell us. Actually, the people don’t want to keep the cats they buy either. It’s a modeling agency for pets and they’re in need of feline models!

Mommy gave them a call and now Denali and I have appointments for Friday. I have no idea what’s going to happen or what they’ll do there, but I’m nervous and excited about it!

Denali is grumpy though and not looking forward to it all.

While in town Mommy saw something sad and frightening. There was this white pickup truck weaving in and out of the busy traffic and there was a doggy in the back getting knocked around!

I’ll be honest, I don’t like doggies much at all, but even I know that leaving a doggy in the back of a truck while speeding down busy streets and coming to quick stops is dangerous and cruel to doggies.

Mommy was very upset to see the doggy almost fall out of the truck several times while she was behind it.

I hope the doggy made it home alright. I know humans like to let doggies ride in the back of trucks, but in the city and going real fast is not a treat for the doggy, it’s a murder attempt.