<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445</id><updated>2012-02-07T22:58:30.482-05:00</updated><category term='Easter Bunny'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Kaline'/><category term='The-Great-Treat-Depression'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='scary-stuff'/><category term='human-TV'/><category term='Carla'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Mr. Orkin'/><category term='licenses'/><category term='staff'/><category term='Behind-Green-Eyes'/><category term='games'/><category term='cat-nip'/><category term='computers'/><category term='mice'/><category term='logo'/><category term='Cat-TV'/><category term='cat-politics'/><category term='Imported-from-Yahoo'/><category term='Mommy'/><category term='Baggle'/><category term='Warm-things'/><category term='truck-stop'/><category term='reading-blogs'/><category term='people-news'/><category term='football'/><category term='people-politics'/><category term='Behind-Dark-Eyes'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='science'/><category term='medicine'/><category term='Santa-Paws'/><category term='obedience-school'/><title type='text'>Behind Orange Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>The very interesting world of Alexis Kaline!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-7139208754724873349</id><published>2012-02-06T00:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:24:51.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Behind-Dark-Eyes'/><title type='text'>I Love Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm6AYRurKno/Ty9j19EKwJI/AAAAAAAAFUA/CLke_VgOV_c/s1600/superbowl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm6AYRurKno/Ty9j19EKwJI/AAAAAAAAFUA/CLke_VgOV_c/s320/superbowl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Behind Dark Eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a holiday today, Super Bowl Day!  For the holiday, Daddy and Mommy pulled the short couch around in front of the TV and sat together to watch.  I love it when they sit together because then I get to walk all over the couch and the pillows and them.  Super Bowl Day is especially great because they don’t move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like people sports shows that have great cats and human people talking that aren’t afraid to admit that the tom is better at the game than the people.  We were all cheering for the Patriots because they have a tom named Brady who plays for them.  Everyone kept talking about how great Brady is.  So, I got in between Daddy and Mommy on the couch and it was nice and warm.  Then they both scritched my ears and my chin and all over my back and I just rolled over on my back and even let them rub my tummy.  It was so nice!  They just kept watching TV and petting me and wow, it never had to stop!  Cuddling on the couch between Daddy and Mommy isn’t Kaline’s thing.  She doesn’t know what she’s missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the game was over Daddy complained that the wrong team won. But I figure that all the petting I got means it didn’t matter because I was the biggest winner this Super Bowl Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-7139208754724873349?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/7139208754724873349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=7139208754724873349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/7139208754724873349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/7139208754724873349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-football.html' title='I Love Football'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm6AYRurKno/Ty9j19EKwJI/AAAAAAAAFUA/CLke_VgOV_c/s72-c/superbowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-2239750418813184759</id><published>2012-02-01T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T16:53:12.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Orkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mice'/><title type='text'>When Someone Breaks Your Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIxWRvfJRrQ/TymzpUkRyiI/AAAAAAAAFSg/U9O2aaqKW-s/s1600/kaline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIxWRvfJRrQ/TymzpUkRyiI/AAAAAAAAFSg/U9O2aaqKW-s/s320/kaline.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2 weeks ago and it still bugs me.  It always happens by someone you know.  Carla steals my treats. I know Carla.  That’s why she does it.  Because it’s always someone you know.  So Mommy has a friend that comes over every couple months.  It’s always on Thursday.  Daddy knows about it.  He’s opened the door for him before!  He is totally okay with what he does in MY house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, their friend, Mr. Orkin, I know his name because he wears it on his shirt, comes in with a can and walks all over the house, including our bathroom downstairs.  What an invasion of privacy.  What if I had to use the box?  I’d have to send Carla to see if it’s okay first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last time he was here, he came upstairs and told mommy something about “just a few spiders in the basement and no mice.”  He said it like he was happy about it!  I know when he sees spiders he puts the spray on them and they fall.  Kinda mean because they’re fun to chase and a tasty snack too, but Mommy is allergic to them.  It’s a people word that starts with an A and means she’s afraid of them.  She makes the same face when she tastes Daddy’s diet pop because there’s an A-something in it and she’s allergic to that.  I think Mommy is allergic to the letter A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mice don’t have As, so why is it good not to have them?  I think Mr. Orkin is why I can never find a mouse in the basement!  He must have broken the place the mice live.  I found a mouse in the basement before I moved here, when Aunt Azzie and I visited to meet Chester and Baggle.  I keep going back and haven’t found one more mouse.  Now I find out that Mr. Orkin does something with them when he visits.  What a lousy house guest!   No one ever asked us if it was okay to make the mice go away!  WHO are the cats here anyway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy are in some trouble and it’s going to take a LOT of catnip to fix this one.  Oh, and Mr. Orkin is NOT welcome in this house ever again.  Is that clear, Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going back to curl up with Carla for a nap.  We got the blankets on the bed fluffed just right!  Maybe now that I got this off my fur, maybe I can get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIxWRvfJRrQ/TymzpUkRyiI/AAAAAAAAFSg/U9O2aaqKW-s/s1600/kaline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-2239750418813184759?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/2239750418813184759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=2239750418813184759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/2239750418813184759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/2239750418813184759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-someone-breaks-your-stuff.html' title='When Someone Breaks Your Stuff'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIxWRvfJRrQ/TymzpUkRyiI/AAAAAAAAFSg/U9O2aaqKW-s/s72-c/kaline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-5318953344656877378</id><published>2011-12-30T15:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:27:40.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa-Paws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience-school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat-nip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Behind-Dark-Eyes'/><title type='text'>Resolutions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1krTfpYjLaY/Tv4rEuSQLZI/AAAAAAAAFGE/9GAVUqCVQ8I/s1600/carla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1krTfpYjLaY/Tv4rEuSQLZI/AAAAAAAAFGE/9GAVUqCVQ8I/s320/carla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692034339186945426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Photo credit: M. Lividini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Behind Dark Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s the end of the year and Mommy suggested we make a plan for the New Year.  Daddy called it “resolutions.”   I don’t know what resolution is.  Kaline doesn’t even know what resolution is and she graduated obedience school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaline thought it sounded like doing puzzles again.  Mommy does that!  She solves then again when she knows the answer so she can do it faster and get better scores.  But the human dictionary doesn’t have solution and resolution in it together.  Resolution is on a different page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it.  I know why we don’t know what resolution is.  Why would a cat need to know that?  Cats don’t need to fix anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe we need to make resolutions so Daddy knows what needs to be changed!  Kaline told me that maybe I was ready for school in the fall after all because that was pretty smart to know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had some suggestions.  He thinks I should not go into the train room with him every time he goes in because I knock things over when I climb.  I think that’s a good resolution, so my first resolution is that Daddy should stack things better in the train room so I don’t knock them over when I climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaline says the best resolution was already done when they moved the loveseat so there was a fresh side for her to scratch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Paws brought us a bunch of treats, so we should resolve to eat them all before they get stale.  That’s a good resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and paper balls!  I resolve to get more paper balls and remember where I put them so Mommy can find them when she cleans so I don’t run out of room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew Aunt Azzie, but Kaline tells me stories about her.  Papa gave her moist food every night!  I think we should resolve to do that!  Kaline told me we should wait until I graduate from obedience school because it’s gonna take 2 obedience school graduates to get both Mommy and Daddy to obey together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got canned food on Christmas!  It was very yummy!  After dinner we played chase around the cat-toy tree and played with the catnip mice Santa Paws brought in our stockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Kaline tells me I should make a resolution not to get distracted.  That’s why I lose my paper balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I need to make a resolution to not get distracted I’m I see my catnip mouse.  I’m gonna go play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-5318953344656877378?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/5318953344656877378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=5318953344656877378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/5318953344656877378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/5318953344656877378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2011/12/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions?'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1krTfpYjLaY/Tv4rEuSQLZI/AAAAAAAAFGE/9GAVUqCVQ8I/s72-c/carla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-1440760955371181851</id><published>2011-11-13T12:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T16:44:21.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>New TV Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcLd5EpxiJs/TsA6G2DGJ4I/AAAAAAAAEQk/VBYVaPAs2VM/s1600/kaliner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcLd5EpxiJs/TsA6G2DGJ4I/AAAAAAAAEQk/VBYVaPAs2VM/s320/kaliner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674599419748951938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, maybe it’s not a huge success in the making, but I think it’s pretty exciting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s a new movie on Cat TV called Leaf Terminator which is a sequel to Rake Man.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s exciting because it stars My Uncle Scott and My Daddy!  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the show, the leaves are the bad guys who are trying to hide the grass and the acorns from Chipmunk and Squirrely.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uncle Scott plays the Leaf Terminator, a hero from a distant land who brings a machine that will push the leaves in the street.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Daddy plays his sidekick who uses 2 rakes to help Leaf Terminator get all of the leaves away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not saying anything bad about Daddy or Uncle Scott.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are great actors!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the script is why it’s a Sunday morning show and not a summer sunny day show.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To make it work at all they had to get big names like Chipmunk and Squirrely in the show and Chipmunk and Squirrely don’t even make an appearance!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re just the reason why getting the leaves away is important.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the story is so simple.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last year we tried the Pay-Per-View, Leaf Grinder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It starred an actor I don’t know who is a popular paid actor from another street.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was okay, but Mommy didn’t want to get the Pay-Per-View again because we weren’t that interested.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the first movie, Rake Man, the leaves are raked into the street, but some of them stay and that’s enough to make more leaves.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You knew there was going to be a sequel!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You leave some, you get more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, duh!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We leave dog treats for Santa Paws and he leaves us treats AND toys in our stockings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s where that idea came from.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sequel has a little more action in it, but there was an intermission and an infomercial!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems Uncle Scott was paid extra to come in from the TV and tell about how you can get a noisy blower just like the Leaf Terminator.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that would, be scary.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it would scare Carla too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm… Does the infomercial sell earplugs?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sad thing is, Daddy is IN the movie and he is thinking about it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe he wants to be the star next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-1440760955371181851?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/1440760955371181851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=1440760955371181851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1440760955371181851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1440760955371181851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-tv-show.html' title='New TV Show'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcLd5EpxiJs/TsA6G2DGJ4I/AAAAAAAAEQk/VBYVaPAs2VM/s72-c/kaliner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-8145451178761836812</id><published>2011-11-02T06:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T07:01:31.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary-stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><title type='text'>Braver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0i7Rl1xZyw/TrEhGUYLvoI/AAAAAAAAEFY/WTdRnVwuvuY/s1600/kaline1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0i7Rl1xZyw/TrEhGUYLvoI/AAAAAAAAEFY/WTdRnVwuvuY/s320/kaline1031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670349798269238914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone!  I’m all better now, really.  There is a silver lining to my sore eye.  Mommy felt so bad about my eye hurting that she’s afraid to touch my eye dirt!  Okay, maybe not afraid, but she actually listens to me when I don’t want her messing with it.  I let her clean my eyes when I feel like it and I let her hold me and get really calm.  I think she and Daddy feel bad about putting stuff in my eye.  They said it was good for it, but how do they know it didn’t just get better and had nothing to do with the goop they put in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s another thing, silly Carla.  When I couldn’t type because the computer light hurt my sore eye, she told everyone my eye had an affection.  My eye had an INfection, they put stuff IN it.  I still would have liked it better if I had a outfection, so they’d have to stay out of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the scariest night of the year again.  Why is there an invasion every year?  Mommy made more candy bombs than ever this year and they worked, like they always do.  Mommy is my hero!  The swarms were pretty heavy for a while.  I stayed upstairs with Carla and listened to them coming to the door and heard them trying to trick Mommy into letting them in to pull our tails and those awful things they do when they run towards cats.  Mommy threw the candy bombs at them.  I think people kitten monsters have a candy addiction and when you throw the candy bomb at them the get so crazy about the candy they run off in another direction because they forget the wanted to get a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Zombies trying to come in the Cat TV screen is scary stuff!  But I was really brave again this year.  That picture is me checking on the extra ammunition.  Mommy throws those if she runs out of candy bombs.  She sits right in front of the TV screen so the candy zombies can't get in.  I stayed behind her.  Scary movies are okay once in a while, but the Candy Zombies are just too scary to want to be right by the screen like Carla and I usually like to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, it’s over for another year and the swarm of candy zombies trying to come through the TV is gone.  The scariest night of the year is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last note today – We have officially dedicated our blog to Baggle, Chester and Aunt Azzie.  Carla never met Chester or Aunt Azzie, but she would have liked them.  Chester was such a sweet brother and Aunt Azzie was the coolest old cat a kitten could know.  She taught me so much!  Sharing our happy cat world with all of our readers is our tribute to those three great cats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-8145451178761836812?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/8145451178761836812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=8145451178761836812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8145451178761836812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8145451178761836812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2011/11/braver.html' title='Braver'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0i7Rl1xZyw/TrEhGUYLvoI/AAAAAAAAEFY/WTdRnVwuvuY/s72-c/kaline1031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-1820403880034870557</id><published>2011-09-18T07:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T02:25:54.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Behind-Dark-Eyes'/><title type='text'>Kaline's Affection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JTsaqdHqJM/TnXaasJ-pII/AAAAAAAADhk/1kasyzm_u6w/s1600/carla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JTsaqdHqJM/TnXaasJ-pII/AAAAAAAADhk/1kasyzm_u6w/s320/carla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653665059297993858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Behind Dark Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, It’s me, Carla!  I know we haven’t written in our blog in a long time, but there’s been lots to get used to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I hope everyone reads our Mommy’s blog.  It’s over in the column of blogs we like because it’s our Mommy’s blog and there are pictures of us in it sometimes, so it’s a good blog.  Anyway, Mommy’s blog told all about our sad news in June.  Baggle went to the Rainbow Bridge.  He hadn’t been good.  He didn’t complain a lot, that wasn’t Baggle’s style.  He only complained when someone didn’t give him food and as the cat and people food taster, that was someone getting in the way of his job.  But as it turned out, he was very sick.  So we’ve been working on dividing up Baggle’s jobs and thinking about what we’d do for is memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Kaline is sick. She’s not sick like Baggle was, oh no!  I don’t think I could put paws to keyboard if she was really sick.  She has eye affection and Mommy and Daddy have to put stuff in her eye.  She doesn’t like it.  I don’t blame her.  It doesn’t look like fun.  I’m so glad I hid deep enough under the bed so Daddy couldn’t make me go to the doctor.  I like my eye affection.  It’s just that Kaline’s got so affectionate, it turned her eye pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should tell you about eye affection since it’s a cat thing and there are a lot of readers who aren’t cats.  I hope I got it right.  I don’t start school until next year, so I still have to look stuff up, I don’t just know, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows what eyes are.  The picture on top of our blog is Kaline’s eyes.  Everyone keeps saying it’s her right eye, but I watched them put stuff in the eye on the left.  But that’s the eye that’s rosey colored too, so I think Mommy and Daddy are doing it right.  Since I know what eye is, I looked up affection.  It seems Kaline just likes everything she sees right now.  Kaline is a happy cat, but not THAT happy.  When your eyes get rose-colored, everything looks really great, even bad stuff.  So, I guess I understand why you don’t want to look at the world that way.  I just hope they don’t fix Kaline’s eye too much.  I don’t want her to stop liking ME!  She didn’t like me living in her house when we first met and I like it a lot better now that we can curl up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are going to be some changes at Behind Orange Eyes. Kaline says it will be in tribute to great cats who we’ll meet again one day at The Rainbow Bridge.  The Rainbow Bridge sounds like a fun place and all, but my toys are HERE.  I think I’ll just stay here instead.  Kaline says I’ll learn more about the Rainbow Bridge in school.  She just graduated, so I’ll take her word for it.  I’m going to let Kaline tell about the blog changes when her eye is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-1820403880034870557?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/1820403880034870557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=1820403880034870557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1820403880034870557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1820403880034870557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2011/09/kalines-affection.html' title='Kaline&apos;s Affection'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JTsaqdHqJM/TnXaasJ-pII/AAAAAAAADhk/1kasyzm_u6w/s72-c/carla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-5800985147569957428</id><published>2011-05-11T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:39:11.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary-stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience-school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday?  Hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQUSmnOtrCM/TcsjQqZ6CZI/AAAAAAAADcA/EFCAKBbwjCo/s1600/blackcats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQUSmnOtrCM/TcsjQqZ6CZI/AAAAAAAADcA/EFCAKBbwjCo/s320/blackcats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605612930360543634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every few months, we're all black cats on Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke Mommy up way before her alarm to pet me.  You know what she did?  That’s right, she pet me!  I don’t even know if she really woke up.  I just said pet me and she did.  I think I have my final project aced for school!  Getting done early has given me time to ponder something else that is pretty huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like holidays, I really do.  But the holidays I like are the ones we share with EVERYBODY.   Thanksgiving and December.  There’s something for everyone in December.  Opening Day, which is totally an everyone holiday.  Baggle says to ask Mommy because he is sure there is baseball in the Jungle Book, just like in Dances With Wolves.  It got edited, but it was there!  Memorial Day and Labor Day are good because we usually get to see our Grandma, unless the weather is bad and Mommy and Daddy stay home.  I like the Fourth of July, but more in the daytime than at night.  There are a lot of loud noises at night.  There are personal holidays that you get, but they’re better to share too.  That’s the important thing about holidays.  SHARING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla says she gets a holiday Friday.   “It’s a black cat thing,” she says.  What?  She is gonna have a special holiday that she doesn’t share?  That’s so street cat!  I decided to do some internet research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that HUMANS are the ones that made black cats all that on Friday The 13th.  Not all cats scare people, just the black ones.  That’s just silly!  Maybe that’s why they declaw cats, afraid of them.  Well, why they’d declaw the black ones anyway.  It’s all so dumb.  If a human can tie us down and knock us out to declaw us, how scared can they be?  Boy some humans are just out there.  We are kind and benevolent rulers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s what I think humans should do on Friday.  Wake up on time, have a good breakfast with some milk and share it with your cat.  Go out for lunch and bring some salmon home for your cat.  Then when you come home, watch a baseball game with your cats and give them extra treats.  (Daddy, are you reading this?)  And if a black cat crosses your path, give it a scritch behind the ears and send it home to its people.  Unless it doesn’t have a home, then you should consider adoption.  Feeding cats and giving them good homes to rule is the best way to keep the bad luck away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll all celebrate on Friday.  It’s the day when,  just like the people are all Irish in March, we’re all black cats on Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lucky day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-5800985147569957428?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/5800985147569957428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=5800985147569957428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/5800985147569957428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/5800985147569957428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2011/05/holiday-grumble-grumble.html' title='Holiday?  Hmmmm...'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQUSmnOtrCM/TcsjQqZ6CZI/AAAAAAAADcA/EFCAKBbwjCo/s72-c/blackcats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-6278651342239836793</id><published>2011-04-01T19:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T19:55:16.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Behind-Green-Eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behind Green Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwRe7TjZC8k/TZZamc3AaJI/AAAAAAAADYo/rDNOUd0-adY/s1600/Baggle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwRe7TjZC8k/TZZamc3AaJI/AAAAAAAADYo/rDNOUd0-adY/s320/Baggle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590755604055484562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it that long ago that I was a tiny little kitten, born in a barn in rural Virginia? Mom and Dad say it's been 15 years. But just like people say about their own birthdays, time just flies, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen years. They say that's old for a cat. I don't feel old. Well, OK, a little. I can't jump quite the same as when I was younger, and I can't run as fast. But I can still nudge my crazy sisters away from the food dish any time I like, and tonight that birthday cake is going to be mine, all mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says he's a little worried about my health. Yes, I did get sick a few months ago, so sick I lost my appetite for a while (no, really, that actually happened). But Mom and Dad gave me some pills and, while I didn't really like that part, that did make me feel better. So what if I'm lighter than I used to be? Isn't that supposed to be a good thing? And if not me, who's gonna keep Dad's lap warm while he plays poker on his computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me my daily treats (and Kaline's, and Carla's), some kibbles, some critters to watch on the big cat-TV, and a warm spot to sleep, and I'm sure I'll have a few miles left on the ol' pawdometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2T0q86zfYd4/TZZcEGswYTI/AAAAAAAADY4/MdkjUs96IH0/s1600/Baggle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2T0q86zfYd4/TZZcEGswYTI/AAAAAAAADY4/MdkjUs96IH0/s320/Baggle3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590757213014614322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHAdkBL1H6U/TZZam2vUvsI/AAAAAAAADYw/-AYKOtCuGGA/s1600/Baggle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-6278651342239836793?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/6278651342239836793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=6278651342239836793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6278651342239836793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6278651342239836793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwRe7TjZC8k/TZZamc3AaJI/AAAAAAAADYo/rDNOUd0-adY/s72-c/Baggle2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-8935460675902577898</id><published>2011-03-08T17:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:26:16.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Behind-Dark-Eyes'/><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmoHssxlbEw/TXaspfcD25I/AAAAAAAADXw/6Q2jkFtxnQY/s1600/CarlaCozy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmoHssxlbEw/TXaspfcD25I/AAAAAAAADXw/6Q2jkFtxnQY/s320/CarlaCozy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581838616986114962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Behind Dark Eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat TV is getting ready for the new season of all the great shows!  I excited because that means we’ll all watch TV together again.  Kaline and Baggle don’t watch The White Show.  They like the comedies better, I guess.  Don’t get me wrong!  I like the crazy antics of Wild Birds of Ohio as much as any cat and who doesn’t like Chipmunk?  But The White Show is a good show too!  I like the drama and suspense as all of the things get covered in white, cars with humans in them creep along and skid and you know it’s cold and wet on TV!  It makes me happy I’m warm and dry.  There is also a sneaky artist on The White Show called Rabbit.  Rabbit comes on and paints paws all over the white.  It’s neat when you watch and see his works but even cooler when you look real close to the screen when it’s dark and can see him painting.  I guess Kaline and Baggle aren’t in to art as much as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaline says proud is a human word that means, “you did something, so I get something.”  I’m proud of Kaline and how good she’s doing in Obedience School because she’s getting us extra treats all the time!  I can’t wait until I’m 4 and get to take Obedience School classes!  I haven’t decided if I’m going to let Kaline and Baggle be proud or if I’m going to keep all the treats for me.  I’ll probably let them be proud. Kaline says if you do well, there is ALWAYS more treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaline told me that she was up early with Mommy and heard Cardinals!  It would be so cool if I could catch a Cardinal!  When Cardinals lose, it’s cat treats for everyone, but if CARLA wins, it’s cat treats for ME!  I’m gonna keep watch.  If I see that Cardinal, I’m gonna catch him and trade him in for my bounty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Carla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-8935460675902577898?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/8935460675902577898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=8935460675902577898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8935460675902577898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8935460675902577898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmoHssxlbEw/TXaspfcD25I/AAAAAAAADXw/6Q2jkFtxnQY/s72-c/CarlaCozy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-7012188450048314137</id><published>2011-01-26T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:53:04.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warm-things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience-school'/><title type='text'>Creative Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/TUDqwLhd4YI/AAAAAAAADVk/gGJOaz2fvlU/s1600/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566707252877713794" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/TUDqwLhd4YI/AAAAAAAADVk/gGJOaz2fvlU/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy needed good words to make a scrapbook page of this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I am, Mommy even says so.  She called me a muse.  That’s a creative genius person.  I helped her make a scrapbook page and we wrote a song, a GREAT song.  I think I’m going to make it my theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what we wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaline’s Favorite Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treats made in Iowa for this whiskered kitten,&lt;br /&gt;Blankets to sleep on and sunshine to sit in&lt;br /&gt;Brown plastic shopping bags, chasing a string.&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream flavored liquid and ham by the oodles,&lt;br /&gt;Catnip filled mice when they mess with my noodle&lt;br /&gt;Chipmunk on TV and when Mommy sings,&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Mommy that I needed to add the cable box in my song.  I love to sit and sometimes sleep on the cable box because it’s warm.  Note to all my readers who are also cats, I bet you have a cable box.  It’s a cat-sized box with cable-strings coming out of it.  It’s warm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy’s in school again.  She’s taking computer classes like me, so she’s on the laptop a lot and doesn’t like me calling attention to important things like, it’s Kaline time!  Hmph.   While she is learning how to make computers do stuff, she’s messing with my final project in obedience school.  She does okay with stopping to pet me, but then she says I have to stop nudging her because she has school work to do.  Boy they weren’t kidding about real life obedience being harder that the book learning!  I’ve got until May to finish my project.  I AM going to get an A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to work on that project.  I think we need extra treats…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-7012188450048314137?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/7012188450048314137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=7012188450048314137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/7012188450048314137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/7012188450048314137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2011/01/creative-genius.html' title='Creative Genius'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/TUDqwLhd4YI/AAAAAAAADVk/gGJOaz2fvlU/s72-c/IMG_0814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-774790837845536636</id><published>2010-12-19T07:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:43:43.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa-Paws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience-school'/><title type='text'>Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/TQ326CkneOI/AAAAAAAADQg/sRSu_2B18jY/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552365392600987874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/TQ326CkneOI/AAAAAAAADQg/sRSu_2B18jY/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! Yeah, I know I’ve been neglecting my blog, but it’s been a tough semester at feline obedience school. This semester I learned math science. Match Science is all about being able to know if you have enough room before you jump. I do that pretty good, but the formulas are tough. I bet when Carla gets to obedience school, that will be a tough class for her! She’s so clumsy, but maybe it will teach her grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has a sore arm and Daddy has a cold. It’s hard for things to get done with a decapitated staff. Wait. I don’t think that’s the right word. I take human language ethics next semester. The e-textbook is called “When To Care.” I think the word is INcapitated. When you can’t do stuff so your head isn’t in the game. Something like that. Anyway the cat-toy tree isn’t up yet, but they’re planning on finishing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my next semester of school is my last! Since I have a summer birthday I’ll graduate just before I turn 6. Obedience school is 2 years, but Baggle says that even after school, they don’t necessarily always obey. But he does have Daddy trained pretty well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll let my brother and sister write what they want later, but for now, I’m hungry. I need to practice on Daddy to get him to feed us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope Santa and Santa Paws are good to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-774790837845536636?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/774790837845536636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=774790837845536636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/774790837845536636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/774790837845536636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/TQ326CkneOI/AAAAAAAADQg/sRSu_2B18jY/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-6316157556503743396</id><published>2010-09-04T22:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T06:41:42.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Behind-Dark-Eyes'/><title type='text'>Busy Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/TIMH0NM_gHI/AAAAAAAADIw/q6Y5Cv722h8/s1600/5thbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 251px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513258962310365298" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/TIMH0NM_gHI/AAAAAAAADIw/q6Y5Cv722h8/s320/5thbday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me and my birthday cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just celebrated my 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday on August 12!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mommy served chicken birthday cake to all three of us and she and Daddy sang to me.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s always very cool!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Carla will be two this week and she’ll get to have her birthday cake in the family bowl of honor.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I bet she'll like that!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The bowl of honor was Aunt Azzie’s bowl.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We kept it for birthdays to remember her.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We’ve had a lot going on around here this summer.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Things have been okay, cut there have been some really bad things too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In July, a bunch of worker men took over our bathroom!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mommy and Daddy had to bring our litter boxes upstairs for a few days and a bunch of noisy men invaded our house in the basement!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;made so much noise my ears were throbbing!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We all stayed upstairs while they were making all that noise in the bathroom.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mommy and Daddy said it was for waterproofing.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What a great idea!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s gotten wet in the basement before and I don’t like it when my paws get wet one bit!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m so glad we have such a great staff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then a bug-guy was in the house.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think I like him!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s good that he kills the spiders that scare Mommy so much.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not that we can’t do that!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In fact, spiders are pretty tasty.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But Mommy gets all grossed out when she sees us eat them.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Steenkey treats still taste better, so it’s okay for the bug-guy to kill the spiders.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But what he does that is so NOT cool is that he makes it so mice can’t get in!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Baggle and I like to play with mice and we’ve been telling Carla about the mice we’ve found in our basement.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, okay, I’ve found one mouse down there since 2006, but there’s always a chance to find more.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I look for them all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, the bug-guy came and used some stuff to chase them away.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Like they weren’t having a hard enough time getting in before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Baggle and I have decided that we wanted to share Behind Orange Eyes with Carla too.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Her parts will be called Behind Dark Eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Her eyes aren’t dark&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they’re yellow, like mine, but she’s dark like I am orange, so that works okay!&lt;span style=""&gt; Sh&lt;/span&gt;e has put a lot of work in on studying how to type in human and she’s not too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The other big noisy thing that’s been going on is the Reds!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Boy they are doing good this year and that makes Mommy happy, really happy!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like it when Mommy is happy and if baseball makes her as happy as she has been, I always want the Reds to win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I’ll let Carla tell you about the Reds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind Dark Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat Treats For Everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think you all know that we are a huge baseball family.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How could we be anything else?&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kaline and Me are both named after famous baseball players!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Baggle wasn’t named after a baseball player, but Kaline says he’s shaped like an old-school umpire.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know what that means,&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but Kaline says I should Google “fat umpires.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, we love red baseball things a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We like blue things and orange things too, but we really love red things.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Reds, in Cincinnati and the Red Sox in Boston.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Carl&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yastrzemski used to play in Boston.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s where Daddy got my name.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He liked Carl Yastrzemski when&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he was little.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This year the Reds are doing really good!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When the Reds win, Mommy yells, “Reds win!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cat treats for everyone!” and gives us all treats.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then when the Cardinals lose, she does it again!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Cardinals lose, cat treats for everyone!” and more treats!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Baseball&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is SO cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO RED BASEBALLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Carla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/TIMHiOhQvUI/AAAAAAAADIo/hcJ0GGVB4uw/s1600/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 226px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513258653426171202" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/TIMHiOhQvUI/AAAAAAAADIo/hcJ0GGVB4uw/s320/sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-6316157556503743396?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/6316157556503743396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=6316157556503743396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6316157556503743396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6316157556503743396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-summer.html' title='Busy Summer!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/TIMH0NM_gHI/AAAAAAAADIw/q6Y5Cv722h8/s72-c/5thbday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-5911830469990364590</id><published>2010-05-14T07:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T19:38:15.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience-school'/><title type='text'>Finally, A New Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/S-9lxZcD-kI/AAAAAAAAC-0/Jpoi20QepMo/s1600/IMG_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471703971595024962" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/S-9lxZcD-kI/AAAAAAAAC-0/Jpoi20QepMo/s320/IMG_2195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The BEST show on CAT TV is back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow, it’s been too long since I’ve put paws to keyboard, huh? It’s, of course, all Mommy’s fault. When she gets obsessed with school stuff, the cats suffer. I try to be understanding, but jeez, really she is SLOW! I take my Obedience School classes online too, so what time I could manage to get on the computer I had to go to school, not blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did really good for the winter semester, of course. Baggle was so excited because I took religious studies. That was his favorite class. I didn’t get the same message he did from that class. Cats were once worshiped as gods by people but they aren’t anymore. It’s the last part that he doesn’t believe. I got that cats are the next best thing to God. That’s why people need us. They share their thumbs and we put a good word in for them. It’s funny how there are so many ways to be religious but they all end up meaning the same thing. If I’m good to other animals and people, God will be happy. That’s not always easy. I figured out I even had to be nice to Carla! But that’s okay. When we gave being nice to each other a try, we found out we like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Carla, Baggle and I have been talking about her writing for Behind Orange Eyes. He thinks it would be a good idea. I don’t. I learned to write in human as a little kitten writing on my kitten website. Carla still uses a translator program and those things are not quite right a lot of times. They can make pretty funny sentences sometimes. She sent me an email, in human, to prove she could write in human. There were a couple of sentences that were so funny because the translator didn’t now the cat-slang, so they came out half in human and half in cat. Hilarious! Baggle says he’s going to help her learn human so she can blog. We’ll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the really important stuff, they almost cancelled my favorite CAT TV show, Chipmunk! Baggle and I were all excited about sharing our favorite with our new sister, but it was late getting back on. Mommy was very upset. She was looking for ways to protest, she was going to call the network and demand they cancel Lawn Spray Guy if they weren’t gonna have Chipmunk anymore. Lawn Spray Guy is a scary show. Lawn Spray Guy is a master of disguise who always looks like a new stranger and he gets really close to the screen. It’s too scary for me and I don’t watch it. But then Chipmunk came back so Mommy wasn’t so mad anymore. Daddy said Lawn Spray Guy was better than Dandy Lion. I guess Dandy Lion is an older show that Lawn Spray Guy replaced, but I don’t ever remember a TV show with Lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baggle will probably want to write some later since Mommy isn’t hogging the computer for school. So, I’ll finish here. Chipmunk comes on soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-5911830469990364590?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/5911830469990364590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=5911830469990364590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/5911830469990364590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/5911830469990364590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-new-blog.html' title='Finally, A New Blog!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/S-9lxZcD-kI/AAAAAAAAC-0/Jpoi20QepMo/s72-c/IMG_2195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-7610413108952479020</id><published>2010-02-25T14:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:06:15.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>Afghans at The Rainbow Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/S4ble6axghI/AAAAAAAACxo/8omAIwayVio/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442289518964212242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/S4ble6axghI/AAAAAAAACxo/8omAIwayVio/s320/IMG_0995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of sad things have been going on lately. Mommy and Daddy were sad. Grammy went to Heaven. I bet she’s at the Rainbow Bridge making afghans for all the animals there. She was so good at that. In the picture today, I’m sitting on the one she made Aunt Azzie. That one is Baggle’s now. She made me a pretty one when I was a kitten too. Aunt Azzie always sat next to her when she made afghans and I did sometimes too. She called my Snicklefritz and told me not to chew on the string. Then she’d pet me. Grammy never got to meet Carla, but Mommy brought home some string that she said was Grammy’s string. Maybe Mommy can make an afghan for Carla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma that I never met, Daddy’s Mommy, went to Heaven too. Daddy said she loved cats and that’s why Daddy loves cats so much. She taught him how to be smart!! If my Grandma loved cats, I know we would have gotten along great! I wonder if she’ll make afghans at the Rainbow Bridge with Grammy? Maybe Chester and Aunt Azzie will show them around Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get along better with Carla now. She’s clumsy and pushy, but she can be fun too. She plays a lot rougher than I do, but it’s fun to rabble rouse a little. I just get tired of it and want to sit with Mommy before she calms down. Mommy said I was a hyper kitween too; Carla is only a year and a half old, three years younger than me. Maybe she’ll grow up to be a calmer cat. But for now, I still have to hiss every now and then and even growl sometimes when she gets out of line. Kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Baggle kitten-sits her during the day and they sleep on the bed together so I can get an uninterrupted nap, but sometimes, she’s quiet and we can sleep together. I really don’t mind when she cuddles Mommy during the day because I know she’ll stop when Daddy gets home to cuddle him. Carla is smart enough to know that Mommy is still mine first! Carla sleeps next to Daddy at night and I sleep on Mommy, so we don’t get in each other’s way. It’s okay. Baggle comes in in the morning and we all sleep withy them until they wake up. Then Daddy gets our breakfast. I'm happy to say, we're all adjusitng well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-7610413108952479020?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/7610413108952479020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=7610413108952479020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/7610413108952479020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/7610413108952479020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2010/02/afghans-at-rainbow-bridge.html' title='Afghans at The Rainbow Bridge'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/S4ble6axghI/AAAAAAAACxo/8omAIwayVio/s72-c/IMG_0995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-8828671924993076616</id><published>2010-01-05T08:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:33:57.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa-Paws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carla'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/S0NE-rIU8KI/AAAAAAAACsI/PJAui49nFXE/s1600-h/PICT1476_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423254219804438690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/S0NE-rIU8KI/AAAAAAAACsI/PJAui49nFXE/s320/PICT1476_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Christmas morning after we all opened presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I got Iowa Party Mix treats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 2010! Mommy says it’s my first new decade and Carla’s too, but not for Baggle. Baggle was born when it was a 19! Can you imagine being so old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice Christmas. Mommy and Daddy got a new Christmas playscape for me, but it’s the wrong size! What a disappointment after the one I had as a kitten shrunk! I tried to climb it once, because I still want to get that angel, but nothin’ doin’! I have to settle for the fact that I knocked the angel off the top of it when I climbed up a little. That’s all I was going to do once I got to the top anyway, knock the angel off, so I think I won the game! Daddy put the angel back up, but after you win the game, what’s the point of playing more? I just spent some nice time sitting under it in the glow of the arcade lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting kinda okay with Carla. They have to! On Christmas, when we all opened our stockings, there was 4 bags of treats for us! The Steenkey treats had “everyone share” written on them, then on the other bags, one said “Baggle to share” and one said “Kaline to share” and the last one said, “Carla to share!” That settles it. If Santa Paws is bringing Carla presents and bringing them here, she is first off, not bad, second, he figures she lives here and third, if I’m not nice to her when she’s nice to me, I’ll end up on the naughty list and get no treats from Santa! I’m NOT letting her cost me treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s getting better. She still plays mean. I mean she plays chase, but doesn’t respect the neutral zone! Once I beat her to the desk downstairs, she’s supposed to just accept that I’m faster and she lost. But she stays there like she’ll chase me again when I get out from under the desk. Chase is a fun game, but I don’t want to play all the time. That’s why I don’t play with her a lot or try to cuddle with her. She’s crazy and she plays rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes she goes on the table when Mommy is studying and Mommy will pet her. I’m okay with that. She’s not Mommy’s kitty sunshine and Mommy only sings to me. I only get bothered if I’m with Mommy already and she tries to butt in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re all doing okay though. Mommy and Daddy are doing a good job as staff for all of us. It takes more food and litter box duties from them, plus we need their thumbs for treats more, but they are doing well! I can’t help but love them even more for taking that crazy rough cat off the streets. What great felinitarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Baggle and I just have to teach her how to be a better housecat and calm down. I think I need Baggle to sit on her. I gotta go talk to my brother now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-8828671924993076616?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/8828671924993076616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=8828671924993076616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8828671924993076616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8828671924993076616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/S0NE-rIU8KI/AAAAAAAACsI/PJAui49nFXE/s72-c/PICT1476_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-7002572833983459151</id><published>2009-11-18T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T07:16:31.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Behind-Green-Eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carla'/><title type='text'>Carla Needs to Learn Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SwS5pAqo6AI/AAAAAAAACjg/ftK2jE467Rs/s1600/PICT0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SwS5pAqo6AI/AAAAAAAACjg/ftK2jE467Rs/s320/PICT0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405649566956054530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Carla  &lt;/span&gt;^&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.....................  .&lt;/span&gt;^Baggle&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking at my butt, we could be twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! This is Baggle and it’s my first official post as a writer for Behind Orange Eyes. Behind Green Eyes is my column because I have green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today's column I want to talk about sisters. The orange kind who let you write on their blogs are cool. The ones who look like a skinny you from behind are maybe cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I think about Mom or Dad saying “It looks like Baggle, but it’s too skinny. Must be Carla.” I think they need to see my cousin, Tori about some sensitivity training. She understands how awesome fat cats are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the insults disguised as cute things about Carla aside, I’m just wondering what will become of this. I don’t want to be a hater. I’m just a lovable kind of guy as long as you aren’t stealing my food or treats. Heck, I’d even let you have a fight with Kaline I’m so easy going. She can take care of herself. She has great claws. See? I’m not one of those cats who treats girls like they’re wimps! But this Carla, well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla is young, so she's like a cow in a shop in China. Cows are big and Chinese places are little, so cows tear things up because they don’t have the sense to know they shouldn’t try to shop in China. It’s the same thing with Carla. She didn’t have the sense to know not to look at me and Kaline until we gave her permission. But other than being too young to have sense, she doesn’t seem all that bad. I know Kaline disagrees with me on that and she and I have had a few hisses about it too. Carla is just wrecking our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she’ll grow up and learn how to have sense, though. But the first thing she needs to learn is that Kaline is boss. I’m retired, so making nice to me is okay and I can put a good word in for her, but I don’t make the call. I’m just the senior advisor. But she really hasn’t made THAT nice to me, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I’m meowing the company line and agreeing with Kaline. I just don’t know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-7002572833983459151?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/7002572833983459151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=7002572833983459151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/7002572833983459151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/7002572833983459151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/11/carla-needs-to-learn-sense.html' title='Carla Needs to Learn Sense'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SwS5pAqo6AI/AAAAAAAACjg/ftK2jE467Rs/s72-c/PICT0785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-3641732654599071486</id><published>2009-11-17T12:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T07:21:02.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carla'/><title type='text'>Help Carla Out - Where's The Door?</title><content type='html'>I still haven’t decided if this is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Mommy I wanted to assist her, NOT a sister! Now, Baggle and I are living with a nasty black cat interloper. She’s the spawn of Basement Cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, maybe she’s not THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, maybe she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m locked out of the bedroom at night, where I have ALWAYS slept with my Mommy because SHE’S there. Really, I go in and get on the bed and there she is! I can’t stay because she’s there, all snuggled up with MY Daddy and in between him and MY Mommy! It just disgusts me to see her sucking up to them. I have to leave my own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived here less than a week and she was in Mommy’s lap. MY Mommy’s lap! Like a black cat could ever be Mommy’s Kitty Sunshine, likes she sings to ME and ME alone! She walks on my table and around my laptop. Mommy is the only one I let type on my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s dinnertime. Mommy and Daddy put a third bowl down for her – and she eats out of the matching bowls that belong to Baggle and me! She drinks our water too and BREAKS the milk rings!! There is some kind of venom in her mouth that causes them to break when she bites them! Personally, I don’t bite the milk rings, but I don’t have spit that makes them break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a room of her own when she first came to live here. I’m not so upset about that because I know that room is actually the people litter room. Can you imagine being locked in a room that smells like people-waste? She had a bowl of food and water and a private box. Private box? As if! This is the realm of Queen Kaline, NOT Queen Carla! There is no Queen Carla, just Queen Kaline! So, I fixed that. When the door is open, I go in and use her box and dig a lot so she knows she isn’t so special. Talk about purrtenshis pooping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s sick too. I don’t mean good-sick or bad-sick, I mean sick-sick. She has a cold and sneezes all the time. There’s another good reason to keep my distance. She’s a little black germ-factory. Baggle and I like to watch the show when Mommy and Daddy give her pills, though. She doesn’t like it, who would? I have to admit I really do admire her ability to spit the pills out a bunch of times before they manage to make her keep it in her mouth and swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and I kinda feel bad for her too. I had to take nasty medicine when I was a kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right! All right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true that Mommy doesn’t sing My Kitty Sunshine to her and they give us more food so we can share and Carla even brought food with her when she came home. I think we get even more attention too, but I’m not sure there. I don’t always come when Mommy and Daddy call. I’m mad at them for bringing her here. Baggle says they call us all for more treats, but Baggle always thinks there will be more treats when they call any of us. Mommy and Daddy also tell me that they brought me home when I was just over a month old and I don’t know what it’s like to live on the streets all of my kitten life and get pubity with no doctor to fix me. I guess she had a rough life before she came here. Mommy and Daddy seem to think we have enough staff to take on another cat in our house. I just don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know. I need to go munch some kibble from one of MY bowls and think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-3641732654599071486?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/3641732654599071486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=3641732654599071486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/3641732654599071486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/3641732654599071486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-carla-out-wheres-door.html' title='Help Carla Out - Where&apos;s The Door?'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-4182945811359103715</id><published>2009-11-01T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:20:22.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary-stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baggle'/><title type='text'>I Was SO Brave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/Su5V9YfUvTI/AAAAAAAACfk/cXTKnWW5SUg/s1600-h/PICT0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 &lt;/span&gt;Then there was one who tried to trick us into thinking he was a dog, but I saw a people face!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a small people in a dog suit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was really scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I might have come closer and been nice to a dog and then, bam, they take me away from my home, family and treats to live in the TV.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I do not want to live in the TV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s fun to watch, but I bet scary to live in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I trust Mommy and Daddy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They threw those candy bombs at the spookies and the spookies ran.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of them made threats or anyway, they said “thank you.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like “thank you” is sincere when you say it after someone throws a candy bomb at you to make you run away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I stayed downstairs mostly, except when I went to check on Baggle, who was still hiding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him it was safe with Mommy and Daddy on the front lines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, right behind the screen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They said it was warmer last year when they were in front of the TV screen on the other side.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course it was warm last year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They put fire in the pumpkin!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This year Daddy painted with marker on the pumpkin and they put the pumpkin on the other side of the TV screen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No fire in it meant it wasn’t warm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Parents over-think things sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the spookies swarm ended and lights went out on TV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We used up all the candy bombs Mommy made and some of the extra candy ammunition, but there was a lot left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mommy says those are treats for people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They don’t smell like much, but Daddy sure seems to like the pills rolled up in little tubes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They call them Smarties.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess if he eats enough of them, he’ll remember that fire makes it warm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So Baggle and I survived another Halloween together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s a good brother, even if he is still chicken on Halloween.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Baggle wants to write a blog too, but we decided we could share mine.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I want to ask Mommy to make him a logo so you’ll know when he’s writing and when it’s me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That might take a little while because Mommy and Daddy are very busy right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They keep telling us that we might even have to help out!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the last week they’ve been talking about something Mommy is going to do and that Baggle and I will have assist her tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t imagine what is so important that we have to help, but we kinda owe Mommy and Daddy for getting us treats in Iowa during the honey moon, so well get ready for assist her tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Well, I have cat manager stuff to do before I cuddle up with Mommy and Daddy in bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-4182945811359103715?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/4182945811359103715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=4182945811359103715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4182945811359103715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4182945811359103715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-so-brave.html' title='I Was SO Brave!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/Su5V9YfUvTI/AAAAAAAACfk/cXTKnWW5SUg/s72-c/PICT0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-4822000687882474465</id><published>2009-10-21T10:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:05:26.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary-stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baggle'/><title type='text'>Sad News and Dog TV??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/St8hk7h8zsI/AAAAAAAACeE/cMcd_1tNB38/s1600-h/PICT7601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/St8hk7h8zsI/AAAAAAAACeE/cMcd_1tNB38/s320/PICT7601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395067796952239810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you ever get the feeling you were being watched by a dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some really sad news today.  One of the feline stars of cat TV went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scaredy Cat was a great actor.  Some cats thought he was typecasted because he was a black cat, but I think it was just that he was a really great stunt-cat.  He prowled around yards on Cat-TV, stalking the bugs and checking things out, but if there was the slightest noise, he broke into a comic sprint, scrambling to hide from whatever it was that made the noise.  Mommy and Daddy sometimes used the interactive screens to make a door noise and that would set him into his act.  Yesterday a stunt went terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a normal stunt he’d done so many times before.  He hears a noise and makes a sprint across the street and gets barked at by Neighbor Dog.  But yesterday he was off his game and a miscue brought a car coming down the road seconds too soon.  It was Scaredy Cat’s last stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mommy came home after dark, “Mr. Dad” from the House Across The Street Show met her by her car.  I think he was in shock.  Scaredy Cat did his stunts so good, how could it have happened?  He had heard that Baggle was a mostly black cat and thought maybe he was doing a screen test or something.  Mommy got scared.  She was gone most of the day.  Did Baggle run off to be on Cat TV when she was leaving??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so happy to see Baggle when she came in as she was last night.  I was a little jealous, but we both got treats, so it was okay.  Sadly, though, it really was Scaredy Cat that died in the show.  Mommy just kept saying “That’s why you’re HOUSE cats.  That’s why you don’t go outside near the busy streets.”  I think she was in shock too.  I mean, if a skilled actor like Scaredy Cat can get into a terrible accident, well, Baggle and I aren’t trained in stunt sprinting at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scaredy Cat was a shy cat and didn't say a lot about his family, so Mr Dad has been trying to find his next of kin to make sure they know.  Please say a prayer for Scaredy Cat and his humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find out one weird thing, though.  Dog, from the House Across The Street Show, is a fan of Baggle and me!  Can you imagine?  He sees us watching Cat-TV and likes to watch.  It creeps me out a little.  We don’t do anything but relax and watch TV, but Mr. Dad says he watches us all the time!  I think I’d probably get bored with the action on Dog-TV, but I won’t insult my fans.  I guess if you have talent, you really can make it on reality TV, and we watch Cat-TV REALLY WELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can’t disappoint my fans.  Falling Leaves is on and they are counting on me watching it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-4822000687882474465?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/4822000687882474465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=4822000687882474465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4822000687882474465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4822000687882474465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-news-and-dog-tv.html' title='Sad News and Dog TV??'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/St8hk7h8zsI/AAAAAAAACeE/cMcd_1tNB38/s72-c/PICT7601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-1999475319422933228</id><published>2009-10-13T15:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:32:48.151-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary-stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience-school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The-Great-Treat-Depression'/><title type='text'>Finally Back to Normal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/StTVAnNzwZI/AAAAAAAACdE/XbuuuouMUJg/s1600-h/PICT0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392168860372943250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/StTVAnNzwZI/AAAAAAAACdE/XbuuuouMUJg/s320/PICT0410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.  It’s been a while since I’ve blogged.  There has been so much going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grammy, who makes the cat afghans, got really sick.  She was in the people hospital for a long time and Mommy stayed with her a lot.  I think her voice got the most sick because Mommy doesn’t talk to her on the phone on Mondays now.  She leaves for a long time to go see her on Monday instead.  It’s nice to go see Grammy when she can’t talk, but Mommy doesn’t give us attention when she goes away. Grammy got sick in August, just before the world’s cat treat supply dried up.  That was awful!  But Mommy and Daddy came through for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August this year, there was a honey moon.  I’m not really sure what a honey moon is, but I know that blue moon is when it is full moon twice in a month.  They call the second one blue because it gets werewolves depressed because they have to be dogs again before the month is even over.  Maybe the honey moon is when bees get depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mommy and Daddy were talking about the honey moon and Mommy said they’d bring us back treats.  I didn’t realize how serious the honey moon was!  It took them TWO WEEKS to find us treats!  Our Grandma who visits us when Mommy and Daddy pack suitcases visited us while they were gone, but this was different.  This time they were on a mission to find cat treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one bag of Steenkey treats on the dining room table.   I thought to myself, since Mommy and Daddy had to go far away to find treats that weren’t killed by the honey moon, that bag of treats may be the last one ever!  After they’d been gone for a while, Baggle and I had to take matters into our own paws.  If those treats stayed in the bag and dried out, we’d have killed the last cat treats there were.  We had to get the treats out before the honey moon killed them!  So, we dragged the bag on the ground and chewed our way into it.  If we were never going to get treats again these ones weren’t going to get wasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mommy and Daddy finally came home with a bag of treats they found in Iowa.  Imagine.  The honey moon destroyed so many treats they had to go to Iowa to find some!  But do we have great staff or what?  They braved travelling during the honey moon to make sure we have treats!  Even if they could only find one bag, we love them for their loyalty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s good news!  Mommy was washing people dishes the day after they got back and she said “The honey moon is over!”  YAY!  I heard Daddy agree that the honey moon was over when he was cleaning our litter boxes.  Our parents are awesome staff!  They really went the extra miles going away to find treats during the honey moon and now that the honey moon is over, MORE TREATS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things are back to normal.  I’m catching up on the work I got behind on in my online cat obedience school classes.  It’s hard to concentrate on school when your system is getting used to not having treats.  We had to ration the bag under the table.  It was hard times for cats, but our great staff pulled us through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-1999475319422933228?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/1999475319422933228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=1999475319422933228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1999475319422933228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1999475319422933228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-back-to-normal.html' title='Finally Back to Normal!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/StTVAnNzwZI/AAAAAAAACdE/XbuuuouMUJg/s72-c/PICT0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-4343399490652346300</id><published>2009-08-12T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:52:49.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kaline!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SoOM8fY_6GI/AAAAAAAACX0/Xab5BfobJFk/s1600-h/1PICT9186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369290151602153570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SoOM8fY_6GI/AAAAAAAACX0/Xab5BfobJFk/s320/1PICT9186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, Mommy tells me it’s purrtenshis to talk in third person, but I’m a cat. I purr when I’m happy, so it’s good when I purr and on my birthday, I definitely purr, so I guess I am purrtenshis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really remember being born, I was really young then but I remember that I lost my Mommy, so I had to find her. I was scared...and cold! I still don’t like being cold. I found someplace warm to take a nap and I remember waking up and hearing someone near the car I was sleeping in. I cried. Remember, I WAS a baby. I was crying because I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as luck, or maybe fate, would have it, I found exactly what I was looking for. I wanted my Mommy and I got to meet my Daddy when I found her! It wasn’t until a couple years later that I found out that I was adopted. That’s why Mommy doesn’t look like me. Daddy doesn’t either. We don’t know where my first Mommy is or where I got lost, but I don’t worry about it. I love Mommy and Daddy whether or not I was actually in their litter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Kaline is four years old! Yes, I’m totally purrtenshis about it. Heck, I’m probably purrtwentyshis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy sang to me tonight and Mommy dished out the birthday cake. I got Surf and Turf birthday cake and boy was it yummy! That’s me eating my birthday cake in the birthday bowl on top of this blog entry. Mommy had to hold on to Baggle after he finished his part of my cake because he always steals my treats if she doesn’t hold him and, after all, it is MY birthday! I ate about half my piece and then I was feeling generous, so I let Baggle clean the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I watched some baseball. The Tigers weren’t doing well, which made me mad. I was named after a Tiger and it’s my birthday – they are supposed to win on my birthday! So I went to see Mommy and got a nice cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as my birthday ends, it’s time for birthday Steenkey treats and maybe some more petting from Mommy and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have even get purrthirtyshis! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-4343399490652346300?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/4343399490652346300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=4343399490652346300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4343399490652346300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4343399490652346300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-kaline.html' title='Happy Birthday Kaline!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SoOM8fY_6GI/AAAAAAAACX0/Xab5BfobJFk/s72-c/1PICT9186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-4109015187817588970</id><published>2009-08-08T00:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:49:58.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading-blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat-politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people-news'/><title type='text'>Say NO to kitten porn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/Sn0Bh5guNuI/AAAAAAAACXc/cpaR8q1B74w/s1600-h/PICT3238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367448012780877538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/Sn0Bh5guNuI/AAAAAAAACXc/cpaR8q1B74w/s320/PICT3238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read a story at &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090808/ap_on_fe_st/us_odd_child_pornography_cat_6"&gt;Yahoo News&lt;/a&gt; that was just shocking and shameful. A guy in Florida got in trouble for nasty kitten pictures on his computer. There were 1000 nasty pictures of people kittens on his computer and he says his cat download them. He said he was downloading music and his cat jumped on the computer and downloaded people-kitten pornography pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW! Ew-ew-ew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off cats only like stuff like that when they get pubity and if they get surgey it stops. The two diseases work together that way and they end up breaking a kitten’s insynct for that stuff. Of course, when your insynct is broken, you have to get fixed. Thankfully, doctors know how to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if his cat has never been broken, cats don’t look at pictures of people kittens, not like that. Back when I had pubity, which is a VERY common sickness, I wasn’t an unclean kitten, but back then, when I had it, I thought boy CATS were cute. I thought I liked my men furry. Then I got surgey and was broken so I had to be fixed. Now I don’t care about boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most suspicious thing about accusing the cat, have you ever tried to download without a thumb? It takes a long time to download something and no cat has the time to pay attention long enough to download 1000 of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the guy downloaded nasty pictures of people-kittens, which is against people-law and he is framing the cat because cats are above people-law. No human is dumb enough to believe his lies and I’m going to sign the petition to go to the First Dog to file a defamation suit against him too! A typical hairball trying to blame the more fortunate. This guy gives good humans a bad name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-4109015187817588970?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/4109015187817588970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=4109015187817588970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4109015187817588970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4109015187817588970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/08/say-no-to-kitten-porn.html' title='Say NO to kitten porn!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/Sn0Bh5guNuI/AAAAAAAACXc/cpaR8q1B74w/s72-c/PICT3238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-5578109810313921440</id><published>2009-07-22T18:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:14:03.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading-blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience-school'/><title type='text'>Dog Brings Bug Back From Dead in Indy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361422157758227346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SmeZC-QWY5I/AAAAAAAACS4/nHVxrfmesag/s320/FRUMJJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been so busy with my homework for obedience school that I haven’t had much time for blogging. I’m sorry! But I think I’m going to get an "A" in Cat Rule 101, Making Them Obey. I’m getting ready for fall. I’ll be taking a religious studies class. Baggle tells me I’ll love the religion classes, but he likes the old time religion. Catally, I don’t need to be worshipped. I just want to be a good master for my people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you like my title for this blog? It’s what Daddy calls a headline. Mommy says Daddy would not call it a headline because it’s sensationalism. Now, I haven’t taken any advanced human words classes yet, but I know that when you add “ism” to a word it means it is that way. Sensational is really, really good. So…. Thank you, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the headline, I got an email from my cousin in Indianapolis on Saturday. I have a bunch of cousins in Indianapolis now, but this was from my canine cousin, JJ. JJ’s not so good at typing in human, but his cat is worse, so we send emails to each other in human. I think JJ revived a dead bug. I would have asked Mommy to help me read it, but she and Daddy were gone all day Saturday and part of Sunday. JJ’s email said, “ANT UNKILL HERE –JJ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to have to show Mommy the funny email her nephew-dog sent! JJ is one of those dogs that give people a funny idea about what they actually mean in other languages. That’s where the people-site with lolcats came from. They have loldogs too. I like how, for the most part, they do have a good idea how we think. It’s a great educational source for humans. I don’t like the way they write the captions, though, like we all type like JJ. Most four-legged domestic companions type human pretty well. It’s a little insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lolcats are fun and good information that humans should read, so I‘m not going to complain to them about the insult to our species. Cats have thicker fur than cavemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said it was a good idea to put a link to the lolcats and dogs. Just remember the spelling is done by humans…or maybe JJ. &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;Lolcats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-5578109810313921440?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/5578109810313921440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=5578109810313921440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/5578109810313921440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/5578109810313921440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-brings-bug-back-from-dead-in-indy.html' title='Dog Brings Bug Back From Dead in Indy'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SmeZC-QWY5I/AAAAAAAACS4/nHVxrfmesag/s72-c/FRUMJJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-4464474786648950170</id><published>2009-06-13T14:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:01:47.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience-school'/><title type='text'>School Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SjP0z52iv9I/AAAAAAAACNQ/9rmTJ6-kvk4/s1600-h/PICT8413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346886355159007186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SjP0z52iv9I/AAAAAAAACNQ/9rmTJ6-kvk4/s320/PICT8413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mommy and I do our schoolwork on the heated seat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just sending a short hello today from my heated seat with a computer before Mommy chases me off. We share the seat too. I like sharing things with Mommy as long as she waits her turn! Mommy doesn’t sit on it though. She warms up her wrists with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baggle and I watched Lawnmower Man, starring our Dad, this morning and I HOPE we get to see Chipmunk this afternoon, but it could get bumped for Saturday afternoon Terror Theater. They might be showing Wet World again. It’s an okay show, but I don’t really like scary movies. Last weekend, they cancelled all the regular shows for the miniseries, Carnival at the Catholic Church. That’s a noisy show and all kinds of humans walking in shorts and eating cotton candy gets old by Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy uses the heated seat with a computer all the time! She says she’ doing school work. I understand that. I’m taking online classes for obedience school too. I think I’m doing better in school than Mommy is because she keeps reading that book over and over. It’s not because it’s a good book either, I looked at it. In fact she made me get off it when I was looking. I think that’s because I understand it better than she does and she’s embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are puzzle pictures and you have to figure out what they are. They’re a bunch of computers. Mommy looks and still has to go back and read other pages to know that. She says she needs to know what kind they are. Well duh! They’re paper computers and paper computers don’t work, so the kind is “broken.” That’s not fire truck science! Maybe learning just isn’t for Mommy. I don’t have the heart to tell her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also plays a video game that she says is for school...yeah. In the video game you pick out computers and put wire on them. Then you have your cat come and step on the right buttons to undo the wires and see if you can remember where they go. There isn’t anything like THAT in cat obedience school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In MY class, I’m leaning about the word “obey.” Obey is what dogs and people do, but not together. Dogs do it for people and people do it for cats. Our homework is to get our people to write about “obey” and put it on a blog. Mommy is typing for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I’m doing much better than Mommy is in school! I guess I’m gifted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-4464474786648950170?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/4464474786648950170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=4464474786648950170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4464474786648950170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4464474786648950170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-online.html' title='School Online'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SjP0z52iv9I/AAAAAAAACNQ/9rmTJ6-kvk4/s72-c/PICT8413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-1299512619409469930</id><published>2009-05-14T18:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:25:13.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warm-things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>I Got A New Lap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335807397703687650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SgyYjtIHneI/AAAAAAAACJQ/B2X4Yb7s5Fk/s320/PICT8055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy got me a present!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy got a laptop computer.  Too cool!  If you don’t know what a laptop is, it’s a heating pad that does computer stuff.  It’s like a lap you sit on, but you can blog too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m not advertising laptops, but they were created especially for cats and small dogs!  Mommy’s is a 15.6 inch laptop.  Even Baggle could sit on it!  It’s warmer than just the table and it has a motor that keeps it warm and vibrates a little massage too.  It purrs like Mamma Cat!  The humans that work for us are so good with stuff like that, making things that make all nine of our lives better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they made the can opener to get out food out of the cans.  Then they fixed the cans so they had lids that could come off when the can opener wasn’t working.  Then, oh then, they put the cat food in bags that we can open with our claws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then humans went electronic with cat world improvements.  They made the phone thing that rings to remind them to give us treats.  Then they made the internet so we could blog and talk to other 4-legged domestic dignitaries.  Now they have laptops in all different sizes to keep us warm while we chat or blog.  Hey are just too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that wasn’t so cool though, Mommy laughed because I look at the keys when I type.  It’s not funny!  All animals look at the keys when we type!  We don’t have thumbs to type like people do when they don’t look.  She should be glad.  If we did have thumbs, we wouldn’t have needed them to use the can opener.  The world might be a lot different now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to take advantage of my new multi function computer and now that my blog is done, I'm going to take a nap on the lap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh..  Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-1299512619409469930?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/1299512619409469930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=1299512619409469930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1299512619409469930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1299512619409469930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-new-lap.html' title='I Got A New Lap!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SgyYjtIHneI/AAAAAAAACJQ/B2X4Yb7s5Fk/s72-c/PICT8055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-6297982124561858496</id><published>2009-04-30T10:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:29:52.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warm-things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>Blanket Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SfnCcQf_yNI/AAAAAAAACGw/XM0RghXHdgY/s1600-h/PICT7814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SfnCcQf_yNI/AAAAAAAACGw/XM0RghXHdgY/s320/PICT7814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330505424690989266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY Tigers blanket with me, where it should be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is a sneak and a thief!  Two weeks in a row Mommy has left before Daddy got home and she’s taken my Tigers blanket both times!  She says she’s going to see AAA Tigers and needs the Tigers blanket to keep warm because she’ll be outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s too cold for tigers to be outside!  She took my Tigers blanket to the zoo?  I’m so confused! Then she comes home after it gets dark with Daddy.  I bet he goes to the zoo and gets her because she’s still sitting in front of the tiger place waiting for them to come out.  I’m glad the tigers are smart enough to stay in!  Silly Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they come home and I get my stolen blanket back, it doesn’t smell like a zoo.  It smells like hot-dogs.  The hot dogs are people food and  they are not really made out of dogs.  I don’t think people eat dogs.  It’s not politically correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baggle says the blanket smells like a mud hen.  Mommy has cooked a hot dog before and it smells like that, but I don’t know what mud hens smells like.  I wonder how Baggle knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don’t like it when she takes my blanket and makes it smell like hot-dogs, ew!  If she’s gonna steal my blanket, she should at least make it smell good, like salmon or something.  Now I’m hungry.  I think I need to get Mommy to apologize for stealing my blanket with a treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-6297982124561858496?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/6297982124561858496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=6297982124561858496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6297982124561858496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6297982124561858496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/04/blanket-thief.html' title='Blanket Thief'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SfnCcQf_yNI/AAAAAAAACGw/XM0RghXHdgY/s72-c/PICT7814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-8809963133659256863</id><published>2009-04-11T16:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:26:47.777-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter Bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baggle'/><title type='text'>Staff Troubles and New TV Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SeVT0yP0qcI/AAAAAAAACAA/AWGKT8Lflpc/s1600-h/PICT7596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SeVT0yP0qcI/AAAAAAAACAA/AWGKT8Lflpc/s320/PICT7596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324754300741921218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could they leave darling kitties like us without staff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kinda mad.  Mommy and Daddy went somewhere and I figured out how to turn the computer on so I can blog, but I don’t know how to upload pictures!  I’m the cat!  I have staff to do that.  I delegate.  But my staff isn’t in the office.  Something about Easter weekend and Saturday dinner. Anyway, I’m going to have Mommy add the picture when she gets home.  I need to talk to Baggle.  We just can’t have staff take the day off at the same time.  Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat TV has been really good this year.  The new spring season started and there is a new show that is so cool!  We see Squirrely every day in the big front screen on Cat TV. Squirrel, the star of Squirrely is just one of the best actors ever. He is a super hero who scaled trees like he is a giant bug, only he’s faster than a bug.  He saves nuts in distress and carries them up the big oak tree to put them back where they came from.  I just love action shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have the Weekday Morning Fights.  Animal sports are cool and quicker than people sports.  They don’t require a ball either.  The current champion is Northside Robin.  He has beaten Southside Robin lots of times.  Southside Robin is a tough guy though. He keeps coming back to challenge again.  Sometimes they have a comedy show between matches.  It’s kinda like the people clowns at the rodeo,only its bird clowns.  This team of clowns called the Sparrows fly in and mess with Northside Robin.  He’s a cool champion.  He plays along like the Sparrows are a that and the Sparrows fly off.  It makes me laugh so hard I almost fall off the tale I sit on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh an great news!  Remember how I told you about Mommy and Daddy getting married? Well, now they said they got some money for getting married and they're going to get us the paid channel for Wild Birds of Ohio!!  I guess they're going to stay home for dinner and spend the money for this wedding on us instead of getting married again.  I guess that means I should forgive them for wanting to go out for Easter dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, I have a question.  Why was it getting married when they dressed up before, but it’s Easter now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baggle says that a rabbit will come and leave us treats tonight.  I wanna see this!  I also want to stay up to see him because I know Baggle and he probably wants to eat that bunny.  I know the Easter Bunny is supposed to leave chocolate for Mommy.  I want to make sure he leaves Mommy’s chocolate before Baggle eats him.  That way Mommy will be happy and give us more Steenkey Treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who ordered bunny chocolate, Happy Easter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-8809963133659256863?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/8809963133659256863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=8809963133659256863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8809963133659256863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8809963133659256863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/04/staff-troubles-and-new-tv-shows.html' title='Staff Troubles and New TV Shows'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SeVT0yP0qcI/AAAAAAAACAA/AWGKT8Lflpc/s72-c/PICT7596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-8653955393935627540</id><published>2009-03-02T22:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:20:11.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licenses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people-politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat-politics'/><title type='text'>Stuff From The Newspaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/Sayna7wL4xI/AAAAAAAABz4/Nw1nelDzmwk/s1600-h/PICT7064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/Sayna7wL4xI/AAAAAAAABz4/Nw1nelDzmwk/s320/PICT7064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308802141921207058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What next?  A license to have cat TV on a big screen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy brought me home a newspaper yesterday.  The newspaper is where people who don't have computers at home go to write.  They print the articles they like and give them to people to read.  They have a website too, but the newspaper is cool to read if both of your parents are hogging the computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a section of the paper where people who don’t go to the Newspaper to write can have their articles printed in the paper too.  I think the newspaper plays favorites with the people who go there to write because you see a lot of the same names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one article in the section for people who don’t go there to write really caught my attention.  You can see it here: &lt;a href="http://toledoblade.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20090301/OPINION03/902280356"&gt;Letters To The Editor&lt;/a&gt;.  It’s the second article called, “Cats Never Sought Human Contact.”  It’s written by an expert on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What troubles me is what the article is about.  Licensing for cats!  The city wants me to have a license to keep Mommy and Daddy in my home!  I don’t think cats should have to have licenses.  That’s just silly!  What's next?  Will I have to get a license for hunting mice in my own house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Baggle what he thought about it.  He told me, “Cats were once worshiped as gods.  I'm still keeping the faith.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not as religious as my brother.  I believe that humans are equal to cats, they’re differently equal, but equal.  I read a political book about equality.  If you don’t respect that all species are equal, the pigs take over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m just kinda upset about having to get a license for Mommy and Daddy.  They are staff, not servants.  I don’t own them.  They work for me.  Yeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the mayor comes to my door and makes me get a license to have Mommy and Daddy, I’ll just have to write a letter to the First Dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-8653955393935627540?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/8653955393935627540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=8653955393935627540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8653955393935627540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8653955393935627540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuff-from-newspaper.html' title='Stuff From The Newspaper'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/Sayna7wL4xI/AAAAAAAABz4/Nw1nelDzmwk/s72-c/PICT7064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-233621536150612390</id><published>2009-02-27T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:42:02.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frenzied Feline</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to make a short post to direct you to one of my favorite sites for reading, &lt;a href="http://thefrenziedfeline.blogspot.com/2009/02/pet-policies-pleading-your-case.html"&gt;The Frenzied Feline.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says when the human economy is bad, a lot of people have to move from the houses they are in to an apartment.  Would you believe some people apartments say you can't have a have four-legged partner with you.  What?  I mean "no pets" apartments?  What a bad idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Frenzied Feline has an article today about how to avoid those nasty places and find a good apartment where you can live with your cat, or even your dog.  Noble four-legged domestic partners should not have to have their staff in another place.  We need the live-in help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-233621536150612390?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thefrenziedfeline.blogspot.com/2009/02/pet-policies-pleading-your-case.html' title='The Frenzied Feline'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/233621536150612390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=233621536150612390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/233621536150612390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/233621536150612390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/02/frenzied-feline.html' title='The Frenzied Feline'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-4098808440453233482</id><published>2009-02-25T16:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:12:24.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat-politics'/><title type='text'>The Wait Is Half Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SaW7oSr5wBI/AAAAAAAAByw/XyMl3r0EqdM/s1600-h/PICT6899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SaW7oSr5wBI/AAAAAAAAByw/XyMl3r0EqdM/s320/PICT6899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306854036811137042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from my Daddy today telling me to look at a website.  Well, I wasn’t taking calls at the time, so my assistant took a message.  It seems that the breed of Domestic Mammal Companion President has been selected.  The First People-Kittens, Sasha and Malia, will be our President’s executive staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kinda starting to get this whole politics thing.  It is kinda exciting.  Now we’ll wait for the new First Dog to come home so the whole country will get to meet him.  It’s all pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Dog will be a Portuguese Water Dog.  We won’t even talk about the water thing, but I thought I heard Mommy say the President had to be born in America, not Portugal.  I’ll have to do some Internet research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open a new can of Steenkey Treats, this could take a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That works for people, especially on people-tv!  But no one brought me a can of Steenkey Treats!  Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying for the new season of Cat-TV!  The White Show has FINALLY ended, same as it usually does, the climax and only real action, where a dog and his human walk right past the white that’s melting away like kitty ice-cream and doesn’t even notice, then a couple ladies walk by talking and don’t see the white and then the white is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were some commercials for the new season on Cat-TV!  I saw a promo for Squirrel.  That looks pretty cool.  Mommy says that they should get a bird feeder so we can watch Big Ohio World of Birds.  That would be SO COOL!  I’ve heard about that show on the Internet.  I’d love it if we got that on our TV!  Then Mommy said she’s gonna make a show called Kaline and Baggle Go To The Vet.  Ha-ha, very funny Mommy.  The ratings will be pretty lousy if she makes that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before the new season starts, we got the season that’s even worse than the White Show marathon.  RERUNS!  NOOOO!  Why do they rerun dumb old documentaries anyway?  I want to see that Squirrel and, oh, Big Ohio World of Birds would be so cool!  I need to start a writing campaign.  See? All the politics stuff is really getting to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, when we do the final vote on the First Dog, I’ll let you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-4098808440453233482?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/4098808440453233482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=4098808440453233482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4098808440453233482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/4098808440453233482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/02/wait-is-half-over.html' title='The Wait Is Half Over!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SaW7oSr5wBI/AAAAAAAAByw/XyMl3r0EqdM/s72-c/PICT6899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-3315736713722178669</id><published>2009-02-08T18:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:13:15.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat-politics'/><title type='text'>Happy SUNday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SY9lLF-VwlI/AAAAAAAABvI/DxU9PvCrdL4/s1600-h/kaline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SY9lLF-VwlI/AAAAAAAABvI/DxU9PvCrdL4/s320/kaline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300566527694979666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stopping by to say "hello!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday friends!  And I mean Sunday too!  There is just enough sunshine coming in the windows in our office to make Me and Mommy smile, but not enough to make Daddy smile.  Daddy says it’s not enough dependable sun to go see trains, so he’s playing on his fold-up computer downstairs grumbling.  He says to the computer something about trips and flush and pears.  I think it means that the trip to see trains got flushed down the water box so he wants fruit.  Sometimes, I just don’t understand Daddy!  Fruit is icky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy understands better.  She’s great staff...well, they are both great staff.  I love them a lot.  But Mommy listens!  I came in and rubbed her leg because I wanted a cuddle.  Now I’m a big girl now, I don’t need cuddles like I did when I was sleepy when I was a kitten, but every now and then I like a good cuddle.  So, I rub Mommy’s leg and she tells me she always has time to scritch me for a couple minutes.  I’m not kidding!  She really said that to me.  Cool, huh?  Well, I sat on her chest and got  scritches, but I didn’t stay long enough for her to sing the Sunshine Song to me.  I love it when she sings that to me, but I wanted to blog today!  So I got on the desk and moved the mouse so she knew to take a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat TV is getting better.  The White Show is slow, like most documentaries are, but there are points when things start to happen, and those are cool!  Right now is one of those times.  It’s a sad part of the show when the white starts to fade and colors show up.  That’s sad because the show is about white.  Myself, I like all the different shades of gray!  It keeps things interesting!  During the show last time I was watching, a dog and his guy walked right past all the white like he didn’t even see it!  It wasn’t the First Dog though.  They’re still counting ballots in that election.  Elections for the leaders of the fur and feather domestic world are a little more complicated than human elections.  But don’t worry, we’ll elect a First Dog soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to check in and say ”hi.”  I’m feeling a little hungry.  Think I’ll go down and see if Baggle left any kibble in the bowls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-3315736713722178669?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/3315736713722178669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=3315736713722178669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/3315736713722178669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/3315736713722178669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-sunday.html' title='Happy SUNday!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SY9lLF-VwlI/AAAAAAAABvI/DxU9PvCrdL4/s72-c/kaline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-5218387779621962545</id><published>2009-01-12T23:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:33:48.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people-politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>"I'm Catman?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SWwYB9D4wxI/AAAAAAAABls/NSTljbDGj8I/s1600-h/kaldad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SWwYB9D4wxI/AAAAAAAABls/NSTljbDGj8I/s320/kaldad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290630084103291666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my Daddy, even if he doesn’t know how to turn on a computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a people movie.  Well, I watched part of one.  They really aren’t that good usually, but I had to watch it because Daddy said something confusing.  And I watched some and it still makes no sense.  He said he couldn’t help me with my blog because it would be like another Batman.  HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.  I just need help to get on the computer.  I can type.  I can make a mouse do anything.   I like catching mice and making them do things!  But I can’t turn on the computer!  I don‘t know where the turn on button is.  I see Mommy just reach behind the computer and it turns on.  When I do that, it doesn’t work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think Daddy helping me blog would be like another Batman at all because I’m way better than a people movie about bats.  I think Daddy doesn't know how to turn the computer on either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has been very busy with her scrapbook store stuff and I have been very good about not being bossy, but when I realized that Mommy was the only one who knew how to help me, I had to bug her.  Besides, she needs a break from her busy stuff, says Kaline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Happy New Year to the cats, dogs and people who read my blog!  I guess everyone else can have a happy new year too, but if they aren’t reading here, they don’t matter as much.  I want everyone to be happy, but I want them to read about me more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going on since the last time I blogged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I’ll mention that the new dog house STILL isn’t done for President Bark!  Yeesh!  I heard that he’ll finally move in this month.  It’s about time!  Mommy and Daddy both think it will be a good thing for the country and well, I have friends that are dogs now, so I guess a First Dog is okay.  As long as the importance of sharing with other species is represented and the puppy has good staff...well, you know what I mean, dogs don’t really have staff.  They aren’t known for their management capabilities, but as long as he is a good representative for the luxurious treatment of other species by humans, I will give my respect to the First Dog of the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst time of year for Cat TV!  Mommy and Daddy don’t open the big screens as much, but that’s okay.  This is the time of year for The White Show - I hate documentaries!  They are too low action.  Older cats seem to like it, but I need more going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the cat toy tree again this year.  I think Mommy and Daddy put it up so we have something to do during The White Show.  But the tree shrunk!  I went to climb in it, to try to catch the angel, and I got just a couple branches up and just couldn’t get through!  I didn’t know trees could shrink!  I think it’s just getting old.  Things shrink when they get old.   We need a new tree that’s as big as the one we had when I was a kitten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe Mommy and Daddy got married again last month?  Yep, they dressed up one day to go out for a while, and when they came back they said they were married.  I heard Mommy call her friend and tell her.  They sure made a big deal about it this time.  It’s not like they never got dressed up before.   Parents are so silly, but I kinda like that they made a big deal about getting dressed up this time.  We got extra Steenkey Treats that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Mommy has had an awful cold!  I changed my name to the same last name as Daddy and Baggle right after I moved to Ohio.  It was easier when we went to my new doctor’s office if I had an Ohio last name.  One day when Mommy went out, she came home with her new name on papers.  I guess she must have had to go to the doctor for her cold, so they changed her name to an Ohio name too.  Well, we are really all Ohio residents now.  We all have the same last name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , I think I’m caught up now.  I need to figure out how Mommy turns the computer on so I can do this without help next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-5218387779621962545?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/5218387779621962545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=5218387779621962545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/5218387779621962545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/5218387779621962545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-catman.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Catman?&quot;'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SWwYB9D4wxI/AAAAAAAABls/NSTljbDGj8I/s72-c/kaldad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-2429989317479592596</id><published>2008-11-12T11:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:19:06.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people-politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>What's This World Coming To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SRsBDpzuESI/AAAAAAAABSg/HCi8gNWvUWA/s1600-h/tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SRsBDpzuESI/AAAAAAAABSg/HCi8gNWvUWA/s320/tv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267805351413944610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cats are getting squeezed out!  I don’t think I like people government!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know too much about people government and I don’t really care about people politics. I really don’t.  As long as they aren’t going to disband the SPCA, I don’t care.  At least I used to not care.  This year the people hired a new president and I’m worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Azzie was really big on people politics.  She used to watch them on the people-TV with her Mom.  Aunt Azzie told me wonderful stories about President Clinton.  He was one of  the Dem Cats and the First Cat was named Socks.  Then there was President Bush, she said everything he did was someplace else, nothing in America, so he wasn’t anyone important to an American cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new president is President Barack, which just sounds a little bit too much like “bark” to me!  And to make it worse, when he thanked everyone for hiring him, he said he was going to get his daughters a puppy.  A puppy?  A PUPPY?  I KNEW it!  His name IS too much like bark!  They hired a dog-person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, Mommy and Daddy were both very happy about it.  They helped to hire a guy who likes DOGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it’s bad.  Let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy have that big people-TV, it’s not quite as big as our big screen cat-TV, but it’s big. It’s big enough that my friends Puff, Don’t Panic and Little Bear live on top of it.  Well, it quit being a TV.  Mommy and Daddy said it became a big blue radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided they didn’t want a big radio.  Mommy needs to make a phone call to see if they can have someone make it a TV again.  If they don’t make it a TV again, they’re going to get Papa to bring one of my Uncles to help take it away!  Where will my friends live if they take away their home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like President Bark will help a CAT’S friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last night, before Daddy got in, Mommy moved the metal box with the strings that is on the table next to the people-TV and put it on top of my blanket on the seat I watch TV on!  It took up almost half the space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, THEN, Daddy came home and instead of yelling at Mommy for doing that, he brought down another people-TV and used up the rest of my seat!  He really did!  Can you believe it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, this morning while I was TRYING to get a little space around that dumb old people-TV to peek at Cat-TV, Daddy finally did yell at Mommy.  He told her not to open the screen on Cat-TV so much because the people-TV is in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m at a loss for words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people hire this dog-guy for their president and they start abusing cats.   Their new president guy hasn’t even started working yet.  He’s been hired, but he’s waiting over two months to start.  It’s something about time to move to the city he has to work in, but the house isn’t finished yet.  President Bark is moving into his house in Washington in January, after they paint it. I guess the PUPPY has to have a white house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s this world coming to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-2429989317479592596?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/2429989317479592596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=2429989317479592596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/2429989317479592596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/2429989317479592596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-this-world-coming-to.html' title='What&apos;s This World Coming To?'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SRsBDpzuESI/AAAAAAAABSg/HCi8gNWvUWA/s72-c/tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-6405140156888245030</id><published>2008-11-01T19:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:00:44.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary-stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>Oh The Horror EVERY Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The best I can figure is Mommy and Daddy used to be in the army or something.  They were undercover agents. They took out their old spy uniforms last night and went out on enemy soil!  I watched them set up just outside the Cat TV screen with all of their ammunition!  I guess they meant business when they decided that no giant ladybugs were coming out of the TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SQztIrw2WRI/AAAAAAAABKI/SB8lxaKtCw4/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SQztIrw2WRI/AAAAAAAABKI/SB8lxaKtCw4/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263842797931616530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An old army picture I found of Mommy&lt;br /&gt;and Daddy and one of their army pals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s a seasonal swarm as best as I can tell, Halloween is when they all dress up scary and swarm houses.  Mommy and Daddy were sitting in front of the screen.  I guess it got pretty bad because they didn’t even want me to watch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When Daddy came home he said that the pumpkin face Mommy made would scare away evil spirits.  So that’s what those scary guys that look like human kittens are!  I swear they look like young people.  But the pumpkin didn’t scare them away either.  Daddy put a fire in it and everything and they still came, for TWO HOURS they came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I scratched at the glass a couple of times, begging them to come out of the TV and just close the screen maybe move the big people TV in front of it.  That seems like the only screen the spirits try to come in through.  But they were so brave!  They had to protect us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was bad this year.  Mommy used up all her candy bombs and the swarm kept coming.  They had to use the candy in the bowls, like little bombs or sprinkling firecrackers. When the swarm was all done, Mommy and Daddy came in, the ammunition was almost GONE!  We couldn’t have taken another strike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m glad the evil spirit swarm is only once a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-6405140156888245030?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/6405140156888245030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=6405140156888245030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6405140156888245030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6405140156888245030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-horror-every-year.html' title='Oh The Horror EVERY Year!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SQztIrw2WRI/AAAAAAAABKI/SB8lxaKtCw4/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-7095758393586246887</id><published>2008-10-26T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:08:00.303-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warm-things'/><title type='text'>A Warm New Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SQUFeHYm3SI/AAAAAAAABFs/jP0EUaTdSSc/s1600-h/r2d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SQUFeHYm3SI/AAAAAAAABFs/jP0EUaTdSSc/s320/r2d2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617754588765474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My new pal, R2D2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ve been having some problems, until today.  You see Mommy has a friend that sits with her when she types during the day.  His name is R2D2.  I don’t like him!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, anyway, I used to not like him!  You see he is loud, I mean really loud to my sensitive kitty ears.  I don’t like noise and he makes a lot of it.  He hums and goes grr a little.  Maybe it’s like purring really loud, like a tiger or something.  Anyway, he’d be quiet, just sitting there with his lights glowing, like the computer, then without warning, he’d start growling!  It scared me when he did that all of the sudden and I’d leave the room, quickly.  I was NOT running away!  Sissies like Baggle do that, but not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, today, Mommy was working on scrapbook stuff on the computer and there was music on.  I like music when its not too loud and Mommy usually listens to music at a nice volume.  I found out today that I don’t like Ludacris.  That’s who Mommy said was playing when I wasn’t purring while she was petting me.  When the music changed, I started purring.  She says that was Hawaiian pop music, a song called “Puanani.”  That means pretty flower, so now I can type in THREE languages, Cat, Human and Hawaiian!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While the pretty flower was playing, R2D2 started his really loud purring.  I guess he likes Hawaiian music too.  His nasty purr didn’t hurt my ears so much because the music was nicer, so I didn’t leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While I was sitting on Mommy’s ... (Mommy says I shouldn’t say “boobs,” so I’ll just say I was sitting on Mommy.)  While I was sitting on Mommy, I found out why R2D2 purrs so loud!  He purrs like that when he’s making HEAT!  How cool is that?  He makes heat when he purrs and blows it on Mommy’s feet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, I spent a lot of this afternoon curled up by Mommy’s feet or trying to find a good place for a kitty afghan near R2D2.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A warm friend is a good friend for a cat to have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SQUFeULBD2I/AAAAAAAABF0/j_EwarHzAVg/s1600-h/kalinezzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SQUFeULBD2I/AAAAAAAABF0/j_EwarHzAVg/s320/kalinezzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617758021422946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-7095758393586246887?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/7095758393586246887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=7095758393586246887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/7095758393586246887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/7095758393586246887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/10/warm-new-friend.html' title='A Warm New Friend!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SQUFeHYm3SI/AAAAAAAABFs/jP0EUaTdSSc/s72-c/r2d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-841682733838510390</id><published>2008-09-17T08:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:12:07.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truck-stop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>My Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SND1lz3c_yI/AAAAAAAAA24/X91EAv_GYPY/s1600-h/PICT4467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SND1lz3c_yI/AAAAAAAAA24/X91EAv_GYPY/s320/PICT4467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246963595813388066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Parents are so silly!  My Mommy has a baby picture of me posted on her blog today!  Yeesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess it’s a pretty big day.  It’s my Anniversary!  It’s 5 weeks after my birthday, the day I came home!  Mommy and Daddy were asleep at the exact time, though.  They kept telling me that at 1:30 in the morning it was three years.  I remember that it was a Saturday though and no one had to work in the morning.  Okay.  I didn’t remember that.  I looked at that link in Mommy’s blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m glad I lived in Michigan first.  Daddy’s basement was flooded!  Where would my litter box go?  It’s not flooded now.  I guess they had to wait until the kitty-bathroom was dry before I could live in Ohio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I forget about the truck-stop.  It’s not that I don’t want to remember where I come from!  It’s just that I don’t want to remember not having Mommy and Daddy.  I don’t want to remember not having Steenkey treats either!  I don’t want to remember being cold and I DON’T want to remember fleas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, I’ll just think about the last three years.  I haven’t been hungry.  I haven't been cold.  I haven’t been lonely.  I’ve been happy and loved!  Life as a house cat is still VERY good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-841682733838510390?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/841682733838510390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=841682733838510390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/841682733838510390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/841682733838510390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-anniversary.html' title='My Anniversary'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SND1lz3c_yI/AAAAAAAAA24/X91EAv_GYPY/s72-c/PICT4467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-6638913066178837300</id><published>2008-09-14T20:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:23:11.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baggle'/><title type='text'>My Brother the Baseball Player?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SM3FcLPu9wI/AAAAAAAAA14/23eO0PDczhg/s1600-h/PICT4975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SM3FcLPu9wI/AAAAAAAAA14/23eO0PDczhg/s320/PICT4975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246066228802287362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See?  He won't even face the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi there loyal readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you believe my cousins turned 14 yesterday??  Boy are they OLD!  They are teenagers again like I was last year.  Now I’m a full mature adult.  It’ll be neat next year.  We'll all be adults and can do adult stuff when they visit.    Happy birthday Emm and Tee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But now for some more serious stuff!  Baggle has decided to play baseball.  They have open camps for the Mud Hens in the spring and he wants to try out.  Oh he didn’t say so, but I know.  Personally, I think it’s because he heard about Muddy.  Muddy is a GIANT bird!  I think Baggle just want to hunt him down and eat him.  Baggle eats everything.  But he going about this being a baseball player the wrong way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Baggle was having some trouble and he had a spot on his back that was losing hair.  He went to the vet.  They left me home alone, but I’m a full adult cat now, I wasn’t scared or anything.  But when Baggle came home he smelled funny.  He said he got a jection in him.  Now I read on the internet.  I know what jections in you are for!  And that’s what he smelled like too.  Bad juice!  Daddy says juicers are bad, they are cheaters.  The bad juice makes you hit things hard, like that home run guy or the one in New York.  They are bad cheaters!  And now Baggle is going to cheat too.  And for what?  So he can hit Muddy hard enough to eat him and probably get too full and get sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don’t want my brother to get sick, or play baseball or have bad juice jected in him! It all makes stealing my treats seem so silly a thing to get upset about!  We need to tell the doctor not to shoot Baggle with steroids anymore.  Say No to juice!  I gotta go help my brother change his mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-6638913066178837300?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/6638913066178837300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=6638913066178837300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6638913066178837300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6638913066178837300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-brother-baseball-player.html' title='My Brother the Baseball Player?'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SM3FcLPu9wI/AAAAAAAAA14/23eO0PDczhg/s72-c/PICT4975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-6008685551322365106</id><published>2008-08-12T08:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:59:39.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SKGBO0_aFAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NSdpncs7HmQ/s1600-h/PICT4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SKGBO0_aFAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NSdpncs7HmQ/s320/PICT4292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233606333723972610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resting up for my birthday with my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I was to excited to fall asleep right away!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is August 12, MY BIRTHDAY!  I am three years old today!  YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yay me," is because I am three. That’s pretty much a record in the truck stop.  I’d be a veteran feral cat!  I guess it’s  good thing that I quit being feral.  I didn’t want to be a doctor anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says birthdays are a good day to think about how lucky you are and be thankful for all of the love you have.  I am pretty lucky.  I have a Mommy and Daddy who love me and a brother who loves my treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Baggle is good for playing with and cuddling with, but what he really does well is steal my treats!  Tonight I’ll get the big treat bowl with my birthday cake in it.  That’s a tradition.  The big bowl with the cat shape was Aunt Azzie’s bowl.  She left it to us when she went to the Rainbow Bridge, but Mommy and Daddy say we should use it for special times, like birthdays.  When it’s your birthday, you get the special bowl.  I wonder what flavor of cake I’ll get?  I hope it’s salmon or lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m thankful for Lobster Bisque and Steenkey treats.  Steenkey treats are my favorite treats!  They are a very good brand of treat, very delicious and they smell like pure Heaven!  When Mommy or Daddy smell them, they lean their heads back and look at the sky, like they are saying “thank you.”  They’re THAT good!  Maybe we’ll get extra Steenkey treats tonight since it’s my birthday.  I’ll have to talk to Baggle, we can at least try to get more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am three.  I’ve had almost three years with Mommy and Daddy, yummy food and lots of it, treats, cool toys and NO FLEAS!   Tonight, I get birthday cake and I hope extra Steenkey Treats!  Life at three is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-6008685551322365106?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/6008685551322365106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=6008685551322365106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6008685551322365106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6008685551322365106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SKGBO0_aFAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NSdpncs7HmQ/s72-c/PICT4292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-8050729382052966251</id><published>2008-07-17T14:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:10:05.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading-blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Science Cat and Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SH-V6xdn3yI/AAAAAAAAAeU/YBywHqOGMLs/s1600-h/PICT3514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SH-V6xdn3yI/AAAAAAAAAeU/YBywHqOGMLs/s320/PICT3514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224058929715601186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Science Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experiment shows cats get pretty liquid&lt;br /&gt;on this surface when it's heated up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven’t blogged in a long time, well in about a month, which really is as much as I blogged when I was a kitten, so it’s not so bad, but I know a regular blog like grownups have is easier to do.  hehe...  I did not call grownups dumb!  My Daddy is a busy guy with his TV show and that other job he says he has.  I have no idea what he’s talking about.  I thought TV WAS his other job!  His full time job is ME!  Well, okay, Baggle too, but cat-staff anyway.  But I have seen Daddy type, so he could write if he wanted to.  Mommy has a blog, so everyone knows she can write.  I think it’s easier for me because I don’t have to worry about taking care of the cat, because I AM the cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, summer has been pretty cool.  Our favorite show is back on Cat-TV.  Don’t tell my Daddy that Lawnmower Man isn’t my favorite.  I love his show, really I do!  I even like it when he comes on the other screen and does the knocking gag to promote Lawnmower Man.  I just never get tired of the knock-gag he does.  He comes right up to the screen and knocks on it like he could walk through it if he wanted to.  It’s just funny!  Sometimes he talks, sometimes not, but he always acts like there is a cat right there and I can’t help but cuddle the screen because, well because I see my Daddy on TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about our favorite show, Baggle and I could watch Chipmunk all day!  The actor who plays Chipmunk, the title character, is so good!  We sit on the Cedar Chest right by the screen and they do close-ups.  You can’t help but get into the show!  It’s like he’s RIGHT THERE, like he’s sitting right next to you.  It’s just so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that you don't think we do what Mommy worries about, rotting our kitty-brains in front of the TV all day, we don’t do that!  I’m studying science!  I’ve been doing experiments on Feline Viscosity on Solar Powered Synthetic Fibers!  I’ve been reading blogs too!  In one of Mommy’s blog pages about blogging, she put a link to a word blog.  At dictionary dot com, I got to find out exactly what my science project was called!  The Dictionary is a cool blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stopped back at my old Yahoo blog, which is where I visit my friends from the old neighborhood.  My pal, Nylablue, another fine feline blogger, is on Multiply now!  I sent an email to get the address to add to Mommy’s reader.  I know she has her friend Dutch, who is at Multiply, on her reader.  I’ll put Nyla’s address on my blog when I get it so everyone can read more cat-blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Mommy says her break is over and she needs to use my computer.  Parents, yeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-8050729382052966251?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/8050729382052966251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=8050729382052966251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8050729382052966251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8050729382052966251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/07/science-cat-and-stuff.html' title='Science Cat and Stuff'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SH-V6xdn3yI/AAAAAAAAAeU/YBywHqOGMLs/s72-c/PICT3514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-1142437830726337465</id><published>2008-06-12T18:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:49:42.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>It's Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SFGmPAg9wWI/AAAAAAAAAak/uwJhrDuXzuI/s1600-h/PICT3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SFGmPAg9wWI/AAAAAAAAAak/uwJhrDuXzuI/s320/PICT3104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211129020610888034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love to play!  Games are fun!  I play stalking games with Baggle and I like to play stair chase with the furniture.  I tag something in the basement, run upstairs, through the kitchen, over the dining room table, across the cedar chest in the living room, up the stairs and through the hall into Mommy and Daddy’s office, tag my housie and do the whole thing in reverse a few times.  It’s good exercise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I like to play quiet sometimes too.  I play flinch with Mommy and Daddy on the bed and I jump at hands before they get me.  I also like to play blog games!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, I’ve never played a blog game.  But now I am.  &lt;a href="http://chroniclesofnani.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mommy&lt;/a&gt; tagged me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In this game I get to tell you seven random things about me.  I didn’t think I could do it, because I don't think I have any random things.  At least, my doctor never found any, not even the new Ohio doctor.  Mommy told me random is saying just anything about me.  It’s not something you see.  Whew!  I didn’t want to think I had randoms I didn’t know about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, I do get to play!  I just tell you 7 anythings about me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.  I don’t like dogs.  I’ve only met one dog that  I was introduced to, but I don’t like him.  I hissed at him and he growled back.  It’s a mutual thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.  It bugs me that my brother doesn’t respect cat ways!  When I scratch by my treat dish to say I’m done but I’ll be back to finish the rest, he eats it anyway!  Aunt Azzie taught me manners when I was a kitten!  Fortunately Mommy respects cat ways and puts my treat away for later for me before Baggle gets it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.  I still like to play with milk rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.  I like to be brushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.  Baggle and I are both adopted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.  I like to crunch my treats and my kibble one piece at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.  Even though I call my blog Behind Orange Eyes, Mommy says my eyes are yellow.  It’s my fur that’s orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I want everyone that reads to play too!  If you’re a cat and you don’t have a blog of your own, well, why not?  If you don't want to start a blog, I understand.  My Daddy doesn’t really ever blog either and he types way better than Mommy!  So, if you don’t have a blog, leave your 7 things in the comments, or borrow one of your human staff member’s blogs!  It’s fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-1142437830726337465?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/1142437830726337465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=1142437830726337465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1142437830726337465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1142437830726337465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-fun.html' title='It&apos;s Fun!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SFGmPAg9wWI/AAAAAAAAAak/uwJhrDuXzuI/s72-c/PICT3104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-8737295605466904774</id><published>2008-06-08T12:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:21:35.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat-nip'/><title type='text'>Sweet Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SEwMhKvZHOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Q593X6p8o2A/s1600-h/PICT3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SEwMhKvZHOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Q593X6p8o2A/s320/PICT3318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209552632919170274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy called it “cat nip.”  I call it "sweet leaf!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We got a treat Friday, but it was a trick and it’s not even the scary holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mommy told Daddy she had a...a...what is that word she said, a puhductive week.  She said she got a lot done, so I guess puhductive is tired.  Why do humans use so many words that mean the same thing?  If she was tired she could just say “I’m tired, I’ll stop working early.”  Anyway, since Daddy was home Friday, because he went out Sunday he stayed home Friday, he asked Mommy if she waned to go chase trains after lunch.  I think that’s like chasing mice for people.  I think it’s a good idea for them to do that.  It’s good exercise and it lets them find sweet leaf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy calls sweet leaf ”wild cat nip,” but it doesn’t nip at cats so it’s silly to call it cat nip!  Sweet leaf grows near trains and Mommy and Daddy brought some home Friday night.  Dumb old Baggle eats sweet leaf when he gets it.  There is nothing to be gained from EATING sweet leaf!  When Mommy brought it in, she laid it on the counter in the kitchen.  Oh that smell!  I couldn’t help myself!  I jumped up on the counter to inspect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, just plunging my face into it and inhaling the wonderful smell!  It makes me feel all cuddly and squirmy.  I purr and rub the sweet leaf all over me.  Ahhhhh!  It makes me feel SO happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now of course, I wouldn’t want to play with sweet leaf while I’m doing my cat-manager duties.  It makes me not even care about mice or bugs!  My house would be taken over in a week if we had sweet leaf all the time, but as soon as my responsibilities are done, GIVE ME MY LEAF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There is a word of warning to all cats - don’t, I repeat, DON’T let your people be exposed to sweet leaf for too long.  It makes them crazy!  Not long after Mommy and Daddy came home with the sweet leaf, they collected a flashlight, our treats and Daddy’s laptop and went down into the basement!  How weird is that? Daddy brought Baggle and me down too and Mommy gave us treats and sweet leaf while they watched the weather on the basement TV.  Loopy parents or what?  If they wanted to see the weather, they could just go outside.  I wouldn’t do that, it was raining and windy, cats don’t like water, but they could look out the window upstairs and see the weather.  The siren was even drowning out the sound of the thunder, so there weren’t even any boom noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When Baggle and I got tired of being in the basement, we went back upstairs and Mommy and Daddy yelled!  Like the basement is a good place for family time!  PLEASE!  Then they came up caught us and put us in our carriers to go back downstairs!  Talk about pushy parents.  Sometimes I don't understand them!  You know we could report them to the Society for the Protection of Children from Authority!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We protested being in the carriers in the basement.  The TV said the lights were out.  That’s why cat TV is better than people TV.  The lights go out on Cat TV every night and it’s not something amazing to the humans and animals on TV.  Humans on people TV act like its news when the lights go out!  They said they had generators to keep the computers going.  They need a laptop like Daddy!  After a little while longer, Daddy said the radar looked like it was okay now.  Again, look out the window for the weather!  Then they opened the carriers and let us go upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The moral of the story for cats is not to let your people smell sweet leaf!  What makes cats feel really good, make a human brain do weird things!  But by all means, keep some sweet leaf for yourself!     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-8737295605466904774?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/8737295605466904774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=8737295605466904774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8737295605466904774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8737295605466904774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-leaf.html' title='Sweet Leaf'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SEwMhKvZHOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Q593X6p8o2A/s72-c/PICT3318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-6675787394088917040</id><published>2008-06-02T12:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:12:02.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat-TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>My New Logo and Lawnmower Man on Cat-TV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SEQfizTX8qI/AAAAAAAAAYc/iQLGEPJ1r6M/s1600-h/PICT3298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SEQfizTX8qI/AAAAAAAAAYc/iQLGEPJ1r6M/s320/PICT3298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207321751894618786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my first official Blogger-blog!  Isn’t my new logo COOL?  Those really are my eyes.  Mommy does such neat things with that PhotoShop button on our computer.  I call it “our” computer because she does such neat things with it, I feel like it’s nice to share it with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope my friends from Yahoo are visiting me here.  I’d hate for them to not visit me anymore!  Mommy says there is a way to 'scribe to my blog.  She says people can sign up with a reader and always know when I write a new blog.  I want everyone to do that!  You should ‘specially do that if you work for cats in their house so hey can read!  I sometimes have some really good ideas and stuff to show other cats.  Besides, I think other cats can understand some of my troubles.  Labor disputes - Mommy says she wants to work.  I say she does work, who’s gonna give us treats during the day if she goes out somewhere all day?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday is the day that Daddy works the day shift.  He usually goes out somewhere during the day and comes back to work at night, I think maybe he plays poker.  He even plays poker on the computer during his breaks when he’s here at night!  But on Mondays he works during the day with Mommy.  Today was really cool, because of TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SEQfj5il66I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6FnVgT-fq1g/s1600-h/PICT3297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SEQfj5il66I/AAAAAAAAAYk/6FnVgT-fq1g/s320/PICT3297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207321770748930978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The "Lawnmower Man" series is back on Cat-TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Baggle and I were sitting in front of the cat-TV.  I was at the door screen and he was watching the window screen on the Cedar chest.  We have surround-TV, so we can see a different part of the show from anywhere in the house!  Today we got to see one of our favorite shows!  I only really like the bird-show better!  Today was Lawnmower Man!  Lawnmower Man is such a cool show because it stars MY DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so cool to have a parent on TV!  He pushes a noisy lawnmower across the grass and it chops it up!  Sometimes, he looks right into the camera and smiles.  It’s like he’s looking right at me!  He’s just such a good TV star!  Yeah, Mondays are the coolest when our whole staff is working and we get to be proud of our TV star Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you leave me comments so I know you came to visit!  Mommy says I’ll get a counter some time this week, but until I get one, I don’t know if you’re reading, so please say “hi!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Blogger.  I like my new logo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-6675787394088917040?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/6675787394088917040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=6675787394088917040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6675787394088917040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6675787394088917040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-logo-and-lawnmower-man-on-cat-tv.html' title='My New Logo and Lawnmower Man on Cat-TV!'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SEQfizTX8qI/AAAAAAAAAYc/iQLGEPJ1r6M/s72-c/PICT3298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-3137843769924809560</id><published>2008-05-14T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:27:06.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported-from-Yahoo'/><title type='text'>So, It's Gonna Be Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCtm-SSXFJI/AAAAAAAAATI/MIlS8JHMcFE/s1600-h/PICT2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCtm-SSXFJI/AAAAAAAAATI/MIlS8JHMcFE/s320/PICT2890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200363414976140434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kitty of the sunny spot to kitty of the blog spot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember I said I'd let everyone know where I was going to end up when Yahoo went...  Well, when it went away.  Mommy said that it wasn't nice to say "teats up."  I don't know why.  It just describes what you look like when you lay on your back, like in the sunny spot, but she says I shouldn't type "teats up."  So I won't type "teats up" anymore, although "teats up" is what is happening.  Yahoo is lazy and they aren't fixing anything - "teats up."  But I didn't say "teats up."  That was a quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I'm going to blog at blogspot now, same as Mommy.  Mommy put all my Yahoo blog on my new blogspot page already.  But I haven't moved there yet.  I need a logo, so Mommy's making me a logo!  Cool or what?  Kaline Cat Business Solutions, or Kaline Inc.  Like a big company with a logo!  Or maybe I’ll be the Kaline Cats track and climbing team!  Yeah, a team logo!!  But I’m not gonna wear a jersey!  Mommy can put my logo on a blanket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mommy says I'll need a logo to join the Simply Davine Group, a web network.  I know what a network is!  I must be going on TV!!  Simply Davine is Mommy’s web page that she hasn't done anything with in a while.  What does that have to do with TV?  It’s part of that web outline she was making.  Whatever.  I just wish she’d make a mistake on it so I can get a paper ball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, when I get my logo, I’ll be on blogspot, alexiskaline.blogspot!  I like that!  I like to blog and well, spot makes me think of the sunny spot.  I LOVE the sunny spot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ll let you know when I’m officially a blogspot cat.  I can’t wait...I’m gonna get a LOGO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-3137843769924809560?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/3137843769924809560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=3137843769924809560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/3137843769924809560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/3137843769924809560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-its-gonna-be-google.html' title='So, It&apos;s Gonna Be Google'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCtm-SSXFJI/AAAAAAAAATI/MIlS8JHMcFE/s72-c/PICT2890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-3332991291595323511</id><published>2008-05-12T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:18:54.890-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported-from-Yahoo'/><title type='text'>Same Old Stuff and New Stuff  (5/9/08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCjB9iSXFGI/AAAAAAAAASw/t63CTZfAW1M/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCjB9iSXFGI/AAAAAAAAASw/t63CTZfAW1M/s320/010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199619032719234146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi everyone! It's the middle of the afternoon. I should be asleep! But, Mommy is taking break, so I have to take advantage when she’s not hogging the computer. &lt;yawn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s been busy since Mommy and Daddy came back from Iowa. Mommy really did need that vacation. She seems more relaxed now. She’s been recording longer samples on her phone-thing. I still don’t see how that will help her get a job. She said there was someone on the other end... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uh huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think maybe Mommy needs more corn. I can see the whole phone-thing she’s talking to, She is the only one there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But, I like Mommy’s voice. It makes me purr when she sings to me! She could get a job as one of the guys who talks in the radio, but she’s to big to fit in the radio. That’s too bad. If she had a job in radio, she’d have a job and I’d always know where she was. It’d be a win-win situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mommy made a drawing, she calls it a web outline, whatever that is. She says it will make her web page a portal and my blog will be part of that group. I’m not sure what that all means, but Daddy wondered if I’d move my blog when Yahoo goes teats up. That confused me! I mean, when I am teats up, it means I feel safe and it makes me look really cute when I wiggle around! But I couldn’t possible get my blog done that way! I think that’s the point. Yahoo 360 is going to retire and just relax and be safe and cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mommy says I’ll probably be moving my blog to Google when she gets the “Simply Davine Group” site done. I’m just going to trust Mommy. She knows Internet. I know blogs. I could know Internet if I wanted to, but I want to know blogs. Mommy can do Internet for me if I need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, Mommy is back and I’m sleepy! I’ll let everyone know when I move!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-3332991291595323511?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/3332991291595323511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=3332991291595323511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/3332991291595323511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/3332991291595323511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/05/same-old-stuff-and-new-stuff-5908.html' title='Same Old Stuff and New Stuff  (5/9/08)'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCjB9iSXFGI/AAAAAAAAASw/t63CTZfAW1M/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-1129809355516586694</id><published>2008-05-12T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:16:12.426-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported-from-Yahoo'/><title type='text'>NOW I Get It! (3/11/08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCjBPySXFFI/AAAAAAAAASo/DwNft7x9XEA/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCjBPySXFFI/AAAAAAAAASo/DwNft7x9XEA/s320/009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199618246740218962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, Mommy AND Daddy left us for almost a week! But Mommy wasn’t going for therapy at all! She was trying to tell me they were going somewhere, not that she was distracted! As it turns out, there is a state called IOWA! Daddy had to go with Mommy because she had never been there before, so he had to show her how to get there! It was a vacation. Daddy decided to make Mommy have a rest BEFORE she needed one! Daddy is so smart like that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was looking on a map and saw where Iowa is. Let me tell you, I‘m really glad Baggle and I stayed home! We don’t like the ride to the doctor’s office and Iowa is farther away than our vet! I don’t know a lot about Iowa, so maybe they still shoot cats in Iowa too.  I’ve said before that I don’ like shots! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, I guess they have a lot of stuff to make you relax in Iowa. Corn is a really big deal there, so corn must be good for stress. I’m glad Mommy got to have corn. Now she won’t get dentia after all! Mommy and Daddy found trains there too, so that was a bonus for them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our visiting help was nice. She gave us food and brought her job description so we knew she was our new contract staff. That was a nice touch, very professional. Baggle and I were impressed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now Mommy and Daddy are home and things are back to normal. Daddy left in the morning today and Mommy spent the day looking at computer job stuff and recording samples of her voice for companies. Most important of all, now I know that if she get stressed, I need to make sure she eats corn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-1129809355516586694?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/1129809355516586694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=1129809355516586694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1129809355516586694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1129809355516586694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-i-get-it-31108.html' title='NOW I Get It! (3/11/08)'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCjBPySXFFI/AAAAAAAAASo/DwNft7x9XEA/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-1950010754366304401</id><published>2008-05-12T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:13:25.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported-from-Yahoo'/><title type='text'>Rough Week! (3/4/08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCjArCSXFEI/AAAAAAAAASg/3crbG6GLqGw/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCjArCSXFEI/AAAAAAAAASg/3crbG6GLqGw/s320/008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199617615380026434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am NOT letting my poor dented Mommy go anywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How tough can it be for a little kitten, anyway? I found out that I was adopted. Mommy and Daddy aren’t my real parents. I guess it does explain a few things -- like how they are so not furry and don't use the sand box. Mommy and Daddy love me though and Baggle too, just like if we were their own offspring. That’s what really matters anyway, right? I think Baggle is adopted, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mommy packed a suitcase today. I don’t know where she’s going. I don’t think she does ether! Every time she starts to tell me where she’s going, she remembers money problems. She says, “We’re going to...I owe a....” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m kinda worried about Mommy. She needs to get one of those job things she keeps talking to people and writing them letters about because she is way too worried about debt! I could let her go away for a few hours a day if it would make her stop worrying about what she owes so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And what’s this "we" thing anyway? She can’t take Daddy too! He doesn’t owe a...whatever Mommy owes. He's gone lots of hours a day working out of the house. If Mommy goes away because she owes a, it’ll leave Baggle and me short-staffed as it is! Daddy will have to stay home all day to take care of us. She may be worried about owing something, but that’s a lot to put on Daddy, taking care of us all by himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, I know sometimes they go away together and we get a cat-sitter who comes to visit. They usually get us good cat-sitters, but it’s just not the same as a full time staff. We NEED a full time staff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think she’s getting dented! Dentia is something people get when they get old and Mommy is way over 40 now! I think Aunt Azzie had a little dentia and she was old too, not as old as Mommy though! Maybe if she pays whatever she owes the dents will go away too. I hope so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I need to go do a little cat-management stuff before bed, but I wanted to stop in and say “hello.” Also, if anyone knows how to get Mommy over her dentia so she can remember what she owes, I’d really love it if they’d help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-1950010754366304401?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/1950010754366304401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=1950010754366304401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1950010754366304401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/1950010754366304401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/05/rough-week-3408.html' title='Rough Week! (3/4/08)'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCjArCSXFEI/AAAAAAAAASg/3crbG6GLqGw/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-3256059096040566200</id><published>2008-05-12T18:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:06:35.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported-from-Yahoo'/><title type='text'>So Much For Super! (2/4/08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCi-sCSXFDI/AAAAAAAAASY/JFInmDb9JVM/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCi-sCSXFDI/AAAAAAAAASY/JFInmDb9JVM/s320/007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199615433536640050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me with Daddy and Baggle watching the Super Bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baggle and I watched Super Bowl with Mommy and Daddy yesterday. It was fun. I like football! I usually watch from on top of the TV with Puff and Don’t Panic so I can chase the players when they run across the screen, but yesterday Daddy looked so comfy to sit on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t a happy ending! We all cheered for the Patriots. There was no way I was going to cheer for an under&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;! Besides, the Patriot wanted to be like cats. They were on the verge of perfect! But I guess it just wasn’t meant to be, even with cats watching and cheering for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January was a quick month! Mommy and Daddy put away my tree. Now I’ll have to wait until Christmas again to play in it! Phooey! I didn’t even get a lot of play time this year! Would you believe they even yelled at me after the party, where I did NOT get a chance to show off my climbing skills? That’s because of Baggle. He gets scared when there are people over, even people we know if there are a lot of them. He stayed upstairs under the bed and I had to go and comfort the woose. He is my brother, ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mommy and Daddy were a little disappointed that I didn’t come and show off for their friends and that’s why they kept yelling if I started to climb. After a while, I just thought “the heck with it.” I got to climb a little when they were taking it down, but I sure miss having my tree up. Now the corner is just Daddy’s silly old projector screen. He shows trains on it, but they don’t move like the football players do! His screen also doesn’t have anyplace to sit like the big TV does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my new Ohio doctor for the first time this week. He says I’m 9 1/2 pounds. That’s 2 pounds bigger than my Aunt Azzie was! The doctor says that I’m normal, not too fat, like Baggle. That’s what he gets for hogging all the treats! I don’t like going to the doctor! Mommy and Daddy put us in our carriers and took us out to the car. IT WAS COOOOOOLD!!!! How could they be so mean?? I had my afghan that Grammy made me, but it wasn’t enough to keep me warm like when I sleep near the heat vent at home. I admit, I cried like a kitten when I was out in the cold! Then, I got shot. They say it’s supposed to keep me from getting sick, but that shot always makes me feel sick and sleepy for a day or so after. I just sleep until I feel better. Mommy and Daddy pay a lot of attention to me and try to get me to feel better, but I just need time to get over getting shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now Super Bowl is over and the next big holiday is Valentine’s Day. I like Valentines Day better than Super Bowl. Nobody loses the Valentine game! Mommy and Daddy have lobster bisque and usually that means Baggle and I get a lick, well I get a lick if I’m lucky. Baggle takes the whole bowl! But our doctor says nicer stuff about me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-3256059096040566200?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/3256059096040566200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=3256059096040566200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/3256059096040566200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/3256059096040566200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-much-for-super-2408.html' title='So Much For Super! (2/4/08)'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCi-sCSXFDI/AAAAAAAAASY/JFInmDb9JVM/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-2588007655547727752</id><published>2008-05-12T17:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:01:52.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported-from-Yahoo'/><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year! (12/19/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCi9IySXFBI/AAAAAAAAASI/voyzwxZa06M/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCi9IySXFBI/AAAAAAAAASI/voyzwxZa06M/s320/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199613728434623506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just LOVE Christmas! All the toys and everything moving around and it’s all new and all fun to inspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first Christmas way back when I was a kitten. I had so much fun with tinsel to roll around in and paper balls on Christmas Eve and THE CAT-TOY TREE! WOW! That was the coolest climbing toy ever! I would have never gotten a Christmas toy like that at the truck stop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I moved to Ohio at Thanksgiving time. I didn’t get to play with the cat-toy tree. When I was little, I wanted to try to get the angel on top. That was my goal. Last year I didn’t even get to try! I thought that maybe it was only a toy for kittens. Imagine my happiness this year! They put my toy back up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy both said they didn’t think I’d climb it or that I couldn’t because I was a lot bigger now. When I first climbed it, I was 3 pounds. Now I am a grown up 8 1/2 pounds. Heck, I’m bigger and stronger now! I can get that angel tis year for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show Mommy and Daddy, when they got the tree up, before all the lights were on and when it didn’t have cat toys on it yet, I jumped a full half way up and started climbing. I stopped for a rest and they YELLED at me! They yelled a few times when I’d go back on it to warm up for the games. I guess they want me to wait until all the cat toys are on it. We’re having a party Saturday and I think they want me to wait so they can show off how well I climb to their friends. Maybe they don’t think I can, but I can do it again. Daddy yells and I think it scares my brother more than me...but it scares me too. I don’t like noises and when Daddy yells, he makes a lot of noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it won’t be easy, but I’ll try to wait until they have all the cat toys on it to climb it again...I’ll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCi9fCSXFCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/R-0wUhChvUs/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCi9fCSXFCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/R-0wUhChvUs/s320/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199614110686712866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love Christmas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-2588007655547727752?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/2588007655547727752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=2588007655547727752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/2588007655547727752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/2588007655547727752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/05/most-wonderful-time-of-year-121907.html' title='The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year! (12/19/07)'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCi9IySXFBI/AAAAAAAAASI/voyzwxZa06M/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-8952022766076724813</id><published>2008-05-12T17:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:10:34.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported-from-Yahoo'/><title type='text'>And Now A Word From My Brother.... (11/7/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCiwYiSXFAI/AAAAAAAAASA/1l9yaziC8TQ/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCiwYiSXFAI/AAAAAAAAASA/1l9yaziC8TQ/s320/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199599705366402050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi everyone!  Baggle is very excited about an educational video he saw on the computer.  So, since he's been nice to me today and he even said "please," I'm going to let him write in my blog today.  Here's Baggle!      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Hi.  I'm kinda new at this blog thing, but if Kaline can do it, I sure can!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you this video I saw.  It's  a great "how to" video with lots of great ideas!  There are things I've never even tried, and I thought in my almost 12 years, I'd done it all!  This is just such a great video.  Well, I'll let you see it yourself.  It's just great.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-8952022766076724813?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/8952022766076724813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=8952022766076724813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8952022766076724813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/8952022766076724813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-now-word-from-my-brother-11707.html' title='And Now A Word From My Brother.... (11/7/07)'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCiwYiSXFAI/AAAAAAAAASA/1l9yaziC8TQ/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-6745228123050512192</id><published>2008-05-12T16:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:58:58.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported-from-Yahoo'/><title type='text'>Halloween, Happy?? (11/1/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCivFiSXE_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/OR_WeQtFkW4/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCivFiSXE_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/OR_WeQtFkW4/s320/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199598279437259762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Any other time of year, it's a nice cat-TV!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I made it through my first Halloween in Toledo! Whew! I don’t know if Daddy, Baggle and I would have made it without Mommy’s heroics! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You see, on the two Halloweens I’ve had so far, I was living at Papa’s house. I never understood what Mommy was talking about when she said there wouldn’t be any kids because the houses were so far apart. We had kids at Papa’s house! Tori, Rina and Eddie all came over. JR and GR were over too. We had lots of kids and I didn’t think how big Papa’s yard was mattered! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But then last night, I found out what she meant! Halloween is a scary holiday! Kids you don’t even know dress up in scary costumes like vampires, wizards, giant lady bugs and cheerleaders! The first one came running towards our door to scare us, and boy did she! Baggle and I almost ran each other over running up the stairs trying to get away from her! But Mommy knew what to do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mommy sprang up from the couch and grabbed the loaded ammunition! She made kid-bombs out of plastic bags, ribbon and candy. She knew that if you give them candy, they’ll stop scaring your cats. But they kept coming!  For TWO HOURS they swarmed on our house! I think Daddy was afraid of them too. He sat on the couch that could see the door and called for Mommy every time they came near, just like Mommy calls him when she sees a spider! Well, Daddy would get scared and tell Mommy more were coming and Mommy would throw more candy bombs in their bags and made them run away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was worried Mommy would run out of candy bombs and they’d get into the house, but the swarm ended just as the candy bowl was getting close to empty. Thanks to Mommy's know-how, Daddy, Baggle and I were safe! I think next year, maybe we should turn off the porch light. It didn’t work to scare away the scary kids in costumes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-6745228123050512192?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/6745228123050512192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=6745228123050512192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6745228123050512192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6745228123050512192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/05/halloween-happy.html' title='Halloween, Happy?? (11/1/07)'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCivFiSXE_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/OR_WeQtFkW4/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-6635295631850222147</id><published>2008-05-12T16:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:55:52.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported-from-Yahoo'/><title type='text'>The Red Socks Nation (10/21/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCityiSXE-I/AAAAAAAAARw/5jh9O0y5BUU/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCityiSXE-I/AAAAAAAAARw/5jh9O0y5BUU/s320/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199596853508117474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was certainly a confusing day!  Mommy and Daddy were gone all day.  They do that a lot when it's really sunny out.  They left really early, talking about trains again, and got home just in time to see baseball on the big people TV.  Daddy’s team is playing.  He likes the Red Socks.  What I don’t get about that is you can’t see anyone’s socks and they all have gray socks from the games I watch!  The people TV is cool.  It's big and I sit on top of it with my friends, Don't Panic Bear and Puff the Magic Dragon.   I can lean over and see when they hit the ball.  I try to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, when Mommy and Daddy got home, Daddy tried to turn on the big TV and it kept turning right off.  Mommy knows TVs and she came to see what was wrong and asked Daddy to give us our Sunday treat.  Daddy gave us Salmon and Crab dinner!  That’s one of my favorites!  I ate a bunch of mine and then Baggle ate the rest.  He didn’t eat it because I said okay!  He ate it because Daddy had to run downstairs to turn on the other TV to see baseball because Mommy was still trying to make the big one work.  She called Daddy.  She thinks there was water in the TV.  How did that get there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she did get the TV to stay on but said the picture was really bad.  It had messed up shapes and color lines or something.  Like I said, Mommy knows TV, but I don’t.  Daddy came back upstairs and they decided that it was good enough to watch.  Then they said the picture was getting better.  Mommy said it must be the little bit of water burning off and drying out.  They were happy that the TV was going to be okay.  I still can’t figure out how the water got in the TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things got okay and Baggle laid down next to Daddy and I jumped onto the top of the TV to watch the baseball game with Puff and Don’t Panic.  I watched a little TV, washed and then went back to the middle of the TV.  I had to do some looking and I still haven’t found them!  Mommy bought Daddy some baseball carnations Monday and she put them in a glass on the TV.  I laid them down this afternoon so I could eat them during the game and now they’re gone!  Someone moved my flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...Go Red Socks anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-6635295631850222147?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/6635295631850222147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=6635295631850222147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6635295631850222147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/6635295631850222147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-socks-nation-102107.html' title='The Red Socks Nation (10/21/07)'/><author><name>Nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06376476093305279684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md6PKqOzfZE/TwYQuXO1riI/AAAAAAAAFJo/NP4tETtXDYw/s220/nani12-11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCityiSXE-I/AAAAAAAAARw/5jh9O0y5BUU/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692829583104361445.post-614710369322697549</id><published>2008-05-12T15:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:27:12.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imported-from-Yahoo'/><title type='text'>My First Yahoo Blog! (10/14/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCiZ1ySXE8I/AAAAAAAAARg/o9rtKjJWqy8/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwpAODE1dZ0/SCiZ1ySXE8I/AAAAAAAAARg/o9rtKjJWqy8/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199574919110136770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hello there everybody on Yahoo!  And welcome to all of my friends who read my “growing up” photoblogs on my website, &lt;a href="http://alexiskalinekitty.tripod.com/"&gt;“Alexis Kaline - My World”&lt;/a&gt;  I just switched to doing a Yahoo 360 blog so I can write stuff more often and because Mommy and Daddy can help me sign in.  It was a lot more time to do my website and Mommy and Daddy are very busy, so I had to wait longer to write!  It’s the thumb thing.  I need thumbs for some of the stuff and I have to borrow theirs.  I might even get lazy from time to time and get Daddy to type for me.  I’d get Mommy to do it, but I type better than she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I just wrote in my website photoblog, I don’t have a bunch of stuff to say.  Definitely go there and check it out!  I figure I can tell you all when things are interesting here or when Mommy and Daddy just don’t understand and I have to tell someone!  I also think I may let my brother, Baggle, write every now and then if he’s nice to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be fun and I hope you’ll all think about joining me on my friends list!   For now, this is Kaline signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692829583104361445-614710369322697549?l=alexiskaline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/feeds/614710369322697549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6692829583104361445&amp;postID=614710369322697549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/614710369322697549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692829583104361445/posts/default/614710369322697549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexiskaline.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-yahoo-blog-101407.html' title='My First Yahoo Blog! 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