I thinks she just needs to get outdoors more. I know that’s how I’m getting rids of the belly fat I gots over the winter.

Since I gets outside daily now and for longer periods of time I gets to eat more greens. Go greens! It’s so nice to have a green yard again.

I also get to do hunting now, which is good exercise, because lizards are fast, and you have to be light on your feet to get them birdies. No sign of birdzilla around here either so it’s birdie season! I tried to get Mom to hunt with me and told her it’s good exercise but she just laughs and pets me, then sends me on my way and watches me at it. Mom doesn’t seem to understand that it is not a spectator sport.

And of course, climbing and stretching is very helpful too. Strengthens your legs and gets the blood flowing. Plus it gives you a chance to sharpen your claws too. Great fun!

This is the way to exercise Mom, not those funny things you do called “crunches”. At least she’s got the running and walking part right. Ah, I’ll teach her how to exercise right someday.

See, I thought I was hungry so I went hunting in the field and found me a mouse. But I wasn’t as hungry as I thoughts I was so I left it to the side in case I wanted to come back for it. Though I figures the little insects would get it first too be honest. Mouse just doesn’t taste as good when it’s leftovers. Like cold chicken from the fridge. Not as yummy.

Well, since Mom found it she’s been making funny faces at me and frowning a lot. She keeps it up and she’ll need to invest in that smelly white stuff humans call “wrinkle cream” before she’s actually, you know, an old human.

Still don’t get why she’s upset though. I should be upset really. She threw away my leftovers without even asking me if I still wanted them. How ruuude!

So what did I catch you ask? I gives you some hints:

• It’s a rodent
• They dig holes in the ground
• Humans who get sent on all the errands are sometimes called the name of this rodent

Do you know what it is yet?

It’s a gopher! Or at least it was a gopher. They taste very yummy and are very filling. Probably not the best thing to eat though if you’re wanting to lose belly fat though.

I think my eyes were bigger than my tummy though because I couldn’t finish eating him. Oh well, leftovers are nice too.

Birdzilla is back.

I saw him in the canal and just watched, waiting for him to come and snatch me up like the evil bird he is. Mom saw him and had to take pictures! She made sure not to get too close so not to startle him and make him fly away. Silly Mom, you should have scared him off! It started raining so the humans picked up the barbecue stuff and we went in. I was glad because that mean Birdzilla couldn’t get me today.

Mom says this is a Great Blue Heron and that it’s probably migrating to this place called Bosque del Apache to nest for the winter. Although, she admitted that he could decide to stay in the area too. He’s done that before! Last winter he stuck around here all the time and gave me such nasty looks for hunting birdies. Scarry!

Today I decided it was way past time to put Denali in her place. Instead of bringing icky buggies, snakes, and mice to Mommy I brought her something that was much more worthy of my pretty Mommy. I caught her a pretty black butterfly!

It was hard not to tear him up too badly. Even though I was carefully he still lost some parts. But look how pretty he stayed! Mommy thought he was pretty to, when she saw me bringing it to her she ran and got her camera to take picture of it. She was so proud! Mommy even said so, she said her “pretty kitty caught such a pretty butterfly”. Denali was sooo jealous! She started dancing at Mommy’s feet trying to take it, but I bopped her on the head and put her in her place. That butterfly is Mommy’s gift, not Denali’s!

Mommy has been looking at the prices of a bunch of different kinds of digital camcorders but she hasn’t found one she likes. So unfortunately you don’t get to see Denali throwing a hissy fit. Well, Mommy did record part of it with her digital camera, but it doesn’t capture sound so it’s not as funny.

I wonder if Mommy is going to put it one of those clear stones with the colored bottoms that hold down her papers. They’re kinda heavy so they’re called “weights for paper” or something like that. I hope she likes it enough to keep it.

She catches ‘em sometimes too. They don’t stop though. They like messing with her head. But it’s fun to mess with dogs so I can’t blame ‘em. I just think it’d be better to mess with Shizuku. Big Mama’s kinda crazy. I mean, she likes hunting skunks.

As much as I’d like to catch one, and really teach those punks what’s what, they’re too fast for me. And they’re kind scary too. I had one chase after me once and the Old Man had to throw some rocks to get it to leave me alone. It almost caught my purty tail! Damn rabid nut-eaters!

I pride myself as a huntress, but my biggest catch was a gopher and only a medium sized one at that. Birds, lizards, toads, mice – those are my usual fair. Today though I outdid myself.

Yes, I got me one of them nut-eaters! It was a lot of work too and, unfortunately, I had to have Grandma and Mom help me too. But in the end, I caught him! I had so much fun playing with him too. I batted him around for a bit, but then he got away under teh bushes. I thought I lost him and kinda started to cry. Grandma thought I was hurt and came to see what was wrong. In the end it took her and Mom working together to flush him out to my direction. But as you can see, I got him!

I think I need some sales training though because in the end I didn’t get to keep him. He made funny squeak-chirps for help and got some bigger squirrels interested in what was going on. Big Mama had a field day chasing those guys though. I thought Mom was gonna give the squirrel to Big Mama after all my hard work. She didn’t. Then, since he was squeaking and Shizu really loves to chew on things that squeak, I thought he was gonna get it. I felt I deserved him, he was a lot of hard work after all. I tried to sell Mom on the idea but she wasn’t buying.

I’d make a lousy car salescat.

In the end, Mom’s specimen collection got a new addition. Mom didn’t want to let him go, ’cause they’ve been trying to exterminate those nut-munchers, but she didn’t want me to eat him either. I think she was afraid I’d get hurt after he started growling and tried to eat my face off. I could have totally taken him though! Mom worries too much. I swear, I should have never run to her that time a gopher bit my paw. She treats me like a baby now!

So now I still don’t know what squirrels taste like. Plus Mom won’t let me back outside in case those rabid nut-munchers are still pissy. But! I got Greenies when I got inside and a can of my favorite kitty food all to myself so I can’t get too upset.

See, I was feeling kinda hungry this morning but I didn’t want kitty food. I wanted something nice and fresh so I went outside and sure enough, breakfast had already been delivered. Good thing too, ’cause it was around 5am and mom does not like getting up at this hour.

A succulent, plump field mouse, served just the way I like it. Frightened and ready to run but with no where to go. I loves playing with my food (yes I know, good kitties don’t play with their food) and it always makes the food taste that much better. Toss ‘em in the air, let them run then pounce – it’s all good. It’s especially fun when they really think they’ve escaped and then you go NOT!

Breakfast is served! Yummy! Scared plump mouse, let’s do breakfast.

She’s mean!

But I saw this picture teh other day and I thought it was funny.

I try to bring my mommy meals and presents too, but sometimes I don’t think I gets it right. A little while back I spent every hour camped out underneath mommy’s car waiting and watching for the birds that sit under the carport. It was a lot of effort and really hard to stay still too. I’m not that patient, but eventually I caught a plump birdie that I thought mommy might like.

Okay, yeah, I kept two others for myself, but I gave mommy the choicest bit. But you know what, even though she thanked me, and scratched my ears, brushed my furs, and told me how precious I was, I never actually saw her eat it.

Did mommy not like my gift? Maybe she prefers another kind of bird?