<?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-2264336621024250989</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:48:07.774-07:00</updated><category term='Just for Fun'/><category term='Sickness'/><category term='Thank you'/><category term='Parties'/><category term='Tag Games'/><category term='Catsmas'/><category term='WTFrick'/><category term='Thumber'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Catsmas Carols'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Cat Soap Box'/><category term='Me Time'/><category term='Special Occasions'/><category term='My Kind of Toys'/><title type='text'>Baby Doodie</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a 10 year old seal point siamese cross. Follow me and view the world through my eyes. Experience my trials and tribulations as I live with the Queen of Halloween and my great, great grand daughter Thumber.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-7747502054386505775</id><published>2008-02-14T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T06:24:47.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R7ROt9oWtpI/AAAAAAAABJg/rwu9V83uh5E/s1600-h/catheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166841224045704850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R7ROt9oWtpI/AAAAAAAABJg/rwu9V83uh5E/s400/catheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And to our human family also...Love Suki &amp;amp; Thumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2264336621024250989-7747502054386505775?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7747502054386505775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=7747502054386505775&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/7747502054386505775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/7747502054386505775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-to-our-human-family-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R7ROt9oWtpI/AAAAAAAABJg/rwu9V83uh5E/s72-c/catheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-6742594284711004551</id><published>2008-02-02T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:31:24.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat Soap Box'/><title type='text'>GROUNDHOG DAY ...MY WAY</title><content type='html'>Mommy said that today is groundhog day? It's supposed to mean this rodent comes out of the ground and looks for his shadow...why would he do that? I can see him being concerned about whether or not I would be around to make his day an unhappy one! But really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they get special days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is CATS DAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be my take on this day...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R6SolUyDchI/AAAAAAAABIo/tfyXC1Aphdc/s1600-h/kitncarlyle20050202.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R6SolUyDchI/AAAAAAAABIo/tfyXC1Aphdc/s400/kitncarlyle20050202.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162436432060707346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an indoor cat...so why would I care???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-6742594284711004551?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6742594284711004551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=6742594284711004551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6742594284711004551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6742594284711004551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2008/02/groundhog-day-my-way.html' title='GROUNDHOG DAY ...MY WAY'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R6SolUyDchI/AAAAAAAABIo/tfyXC1Aphdc/s72-c/kitncarlyle20050202.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-5533434144575195830</id><published>2008-01-23T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:54:07.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>WORDFUL WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R5di6UyDcPI/AAAAAAAABGY/Z7rFhpvIjZA/s1600-h/cat+protest.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158700652326777074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R5di6UyDcPI/AAAAAAAABGY/Z7rFhpvIjZA/s400/cat+protest.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2264336621024250989-5533434144575195830?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5533434144575195830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=5533434144575195830&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/5533434144575195830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/5533434144575195830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2008/01/wordful-wednesday.html' title='WORDFUL WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R5di6UyDcPI/AAAAAAAABGY/Z7rFhpvIjZA/s72-c/cat+protest.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-3693269316697981436</id><published>2008-01-22T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:46:38.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'>MY FIRST JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R5Y5nhG4jzI/AAAAAAAABGQ/C7JyqZGN_18/s1600-h/wishful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158373774264405810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R5Y5nhG4jzI/AAAAAAAABGQ/C7JyqZGN_18/s400/wishful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What did the cat say to the elephant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Meow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do elephants have grey skin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.......To keep their insides together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-3693269316697981436?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3693269316697981436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=3693269316697981436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/3693269316697981436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/3693269316697981436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-jokes.html' title='MY FIRST JOKES'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R5Y5nhG4jzI/AAAAAAAABGQ/C7JyqZGN_18/s72-c/wishful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-8791519938154315702</id><published>2008-01-19T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:06:23.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>50 FACTS ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R5SzeBG4jxI/AAAAAAAABGA/YmbLxD9Ays0/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157944801520815890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R5SzeBG4jxI/AAAAAAAABGA/YmbLxD9Ays0/s320/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mommy said that she saw something on her friend, Jeannie site and said that it might be an idea for me to talk about, seeing as it's one of my most favorite subject! Hers were 100 facts and I don't think I have that many [or mommy might be too bored to go that far] so here they are in no particular order: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I was born the same day as my human-sister's [PoD] daughter [AJ], so we share the same birth date. Which is good because then nobody will forget it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am a third generation incarnate...my previous names have been: Simco &amp;amp; Spooky! Notice they're all S's? I've always been part Siamese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Everybody in my family [&amp;amp; Thumber] has blue eyes including my humans: QoH, Pod, BillyRoo, AJ &amp;amp; JD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I cross my eyes when I want to confuse someone when they are looking at me...this brings the subject around to me. I do it to mice so it will confuse them...also so I can pounce on them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I was born in Alberta on my mommy's sister's farm making her my first mommy and she called me "Eenie".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I had only one sibling, a sister, who was called "Meanie"! She lived up to her name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Meanie and I moved to Saskatchewan with my now mommy and Meanie went to live with a neighbor who changed her name to "Cruella DeVille". She took a trip on the "Rainbow Bridge" a couple of years later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. My most favorite thing to do in the whole world is to be with my mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. My next favorite thing to do it to catch and play with mice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I also share my living space and mommy with my great, great grand daughter "Thumber" and human brother BillyRoo [when he's not away working].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I DON'T PLAY WELL WITH OTHERS! I love chasing Thumber and keepinf her on her toes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. 1 DON'T LIKE TO SHARE MY TOYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I DON'T LIKE TO SHARE MY BOXES! All boxes are mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I DON'T LIKE CLOSED DOORS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I own a blog called "Baby Doodie" [kind of a silly name but mommy likes it]. I'd write more but mommy has to be talked into it and doesn't listen A LOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I like to be the first one into the litter box after it has been cleaned...just to make sure that Thumber understands who's top cat in our house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I don't like to be dressed in clothing...I will lay down until it is removed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I refuse to be walked on a leash or wear a collar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. My mommy has never had to bathe me...I'm that clean of a cat and she finds that she is not allergic to me or Thumber so she feels that we don't need extra cleaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I've learned how to puke everywhere just to get attention. Although it backfired on me once and I ended up in the vet's office with a thermometer shoved where it's not supposed to be! It turned out I was sick and had to have medicine but now I still use the puke thing to make my mom worry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I used to be an outdoor/indoor cat for the first 5 years of my life. Now I'm just an indoor one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I pretend that I don't like Thumber but I would really miss her if she was gone. Don't tell her I said that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I don't like human food! I will nibble on somethings but most just to see what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. I LOVE to bug mommy when she's trying to cook a meal...I ask lots of questions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. I LOVE to the center of attention and I have this cute begging thing that I do that gets me the attention that I need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. I sleep 20 hours out the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. I KNOW when my mommy is sick...I like to comfort her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. I am always waiting at the door when she comes home full of questions that need to be answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. I love it when mommy decorates. She takes out her toys and I get to play with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. I hate car rides!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. When we lived out in the country mommy and I used to go for walks. Now that we've moved into Dodge we don't do that any more :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. I don't like the place where we are living right now...not enough windows to look out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. I loved to sit on the edge of the bath tub when my mommy is soaking in the tub, trying to relax. I still play with the bubbles. Mommy says I ask too many questions when she's trying to relax?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Right now I am the same age [human years] as my mommy which is 56...she doesn't mind if I tell someone her age cause she doesn't let age bother her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. My most favorite food is called "Salmon, Tuna &amp;amp; Shrimp" by Fancy Cat. Mommy has tried tricking me by giving me others...but I know the difference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. My favorite treat that mommy makes for herself is a cream cheese dip with crackers. I sit watching her until she gives it to me [on a plate of course] and it has to be on little bits of crackers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. My favorite thing to do while playing [after a long nap] is to sit in a box and have mommy throw toys into it. I then scoop up the toy with my claws and throw it out. It's a game we like to play together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. My most favorite toys are these three stuffed cats and I like to try and pull their legs off but I never can as they are made way too tough!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157944127210950402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R5Sy2xG4jwI/AAAAAAAABF4/-5MjTN0P3XA/s320/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. I like to play with the yarn as mommy tries to knit something [she doesn't do that to often].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. I like to be at my mommy's feet when she's trying to make her food but not when she is washing her dishes...she's way too messy and I get wet every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. I love to eat grass. In the summer mommy brings in fresh stuff...she says it's like feeding rabbits...whatever that means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. I love to look out the window and miss my other place where there were LOTS of windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. I love to climb trees but since I've been made into an indoor cat I don't get that pleasure any more and mommy keeps promising me that she will build me something soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. I love to watch my mommy do stuff and I try to give her lots of hints but she never listens much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. I like to meow at my human brother's door when ever he's at home. I don't know why her keeps the door closed from me...he says that I puke on his bed too much...which I've only done once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. I love unwrapping presents! I love the sound of paper being torn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. I hate being cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. I like to sleep under my mommy's blankets at night...we sleep together until she gets too restless and then I have to sleep somewhere else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. I don't like having my picture taken as mommy never knows when to quit flashing that thing in my face...I see spots for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. I never went to school and I know I'm smarter than most animals/people that I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's all I can think of for now. If my mommy had let me do more things then maybe I would have more to tell you...&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/2264336621024250989-8791519938154315702?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8791519938154315702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=8791519938154315702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/8791519938154315702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/8791519938154315702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2008/01/50-facts-about-me.html' title='50 FACTS ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R5SzeBG4jxI/AAAAAAAABGA/YmbLxD9Ays0/s72-c/DSC00699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-6323355836790234208</id><published>2008-01-14T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T05:27:52.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank you'/><title type='text'>SOMEONE LIKES ME...THEY REALLY LIKE ME!</title><content type='html'>I've just received my first award from one of my new friends - BJ from Serendipity. It's called the "Thinking Blogger's Award:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155337872336260738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="79" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R4twexG4joI/AAAAAAAABE4/50cTABdKTe4/s400/ThinkingBloggerAward.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first person who really has read between the lines on my blog and has accepted my thoughts as thoughts instead of just attitude...I really am a deep thinker! One has to be in order to live with my mommy QoH who is the deepest thinker I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in turn who do I think are BIG THINKERS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://calistablu.blogspot.com/"&gt;BJ -Serendipity&lt;/a&gt;: for inspiring me to keep thinking and for really being understanding! I like her stories cause it makes mommy read to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://misspeachsmeowz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Peach's Meows&lt;/a&gt;...with all of her problems she just keeps on going and going and going! She is an inspiration to all us cats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://daisythecurlycat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daisy the Curly Cat&lt;/a&gt;...she's got my kind of attitude and always leaves me with kind thoughts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://simplysiamese.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simply Siamese&lt;/a&gt;...Kaze, Latte &amp;amp; Chase. The have my most favorite topics and I especially like their "Meezer Rules". It takes a lot of thinking to do all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last but not least...my mommy Queen of Halloween! If it was for her and her fingers I wouldn't be thinking at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-6323355836790234208?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6323355836790234208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=6323355836790234208&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6323355836790234208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6323355836790234208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2008/01/someone-likes-methey-really-like-me.html' title='SOMEONE LIKES ME...THEY REALLY LIKE ME!'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R4twexG4joI/AAAAAAAABE4/50cTABdKTe4/s72-c/ThinkingBloggerAward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-540535328041006853</id><published>2008-01-09T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:06:53.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTFrick'/><title type='text'>HAM COOKIE UPDATE</title><content type='html'>As you might of guessed...Mommy should have looked before jumping to any conclusions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She figured that  the ad took too much effort and a lot of designing [she should know cause that's part of her job] to be a bogus thing...well she was wrong! If you click on the ad the heading reads "Save good people from bad products"...some ads leave you wondering "what were they thinking"? It was advertising for opinions on misleading advertising and what people thought of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a great idea for a treat and it has great wrapping for what could be something tasty for cats and dogs. Some of you out there already make animal treats for your own pets! What would be so wrong about adding diced ham to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might even like one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-540535328041006853?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/540535328041006853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=540535328041006853&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/540535328041006853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/540535328041006853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2008/01/ham-cookie-update.html' title='HAM COOKIE UPDATE'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-940249772567117297</id><published>2008-01-08T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:08:53.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTFrick'/><title type='text'>SOMETHING NEW FOR THE HAM LOVERS</title><content type='html'>I have been known to nibble on a peice of ham and maybe a bit of cookie but normally I perfer just cat food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was browsing through the internet when this ad suddenly appeared on the screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153199305040367218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R4PXdxG4jnI/AAAAAAAABEw/r72YkjWLb1s/s400/hamcooki.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This just blows my mind...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What will they think of next?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy hopes they are just meant for animals....?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-940249772567117297?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/940249772567117297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=940249772567117297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/940249772567117297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/940249772567117297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2008/01/something-new-for-ham-lovers.html' title='SOMETHING NEW FOR THE HAM LOVERS'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R4PXdxG4jnI/AAAAAAAABEw/r72YkjWLb1s/s72-c/hamcooki.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-8366597368694555431</id><published>2008-01-06T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:46:23.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>THE MEANING OF MY NAME</title><content type='html'>This is a quiz on blogthings concerning my name and the results are something I do have to agree with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries.&lt;br /&gt;You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy.&lt;br /&gt;Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things.&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-8366597368694555431?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8366597368694555431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=8366597368694555431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/8366597368694555431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/8366597368694555431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2008/01/meaning-of-my-name.html' title='THE MEANING OF MY NAME'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-6215301386537000025</id><published>2008-01-04T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T06:54:49.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat Soap Box'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R35IfhG4jlI/AAAAAAAABEg/N-lPNUCz6bU/s1600-h/SukiYama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R35IfhG4jlI/AAAAAAAABEg/N-lPNUCz6bU/s320/SukiYama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151634730058813010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Better late than never...so mommy says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has been going on and on about this thing she calls a new year's resolution! She's says that one has to make a list or have at least one item to change about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one is so perfect that they never have to change anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I change perfection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that maybe I could change the way I feel about Thumber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does she know that I haven't? She's not home all day long...maybe I've been good to her while she's been gone? Thumber is still young and she still has a lot of learning to do and maybe she isn't smart enough to get it right the first time? How does she know it isn't a game we play with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that, maybe, I could share my boxes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody know that all boxes in this household belong to me...the only box that I'm willing to share is the litter box! Even that has rules that applies to the use of it! That brat never covers properly...so the task is left up to me! Besides the one upstairs can be hers...climbing stairs is getting hard on the hip joints and she's the younger one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that, I could be okay with her sleep in my favorite spots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been letting her already or hasn't she noticed that? Besides it's a lot to ask with the way she drools when she sleeps and leaves the bed messy with all of her long hairs...so she's already pushed the limits on that issue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that, maybe I could let her eat first, instead of me? Then I'd starve to death cause that little piggy would eat it all and then I'd only have crumbs left from her throwbacks...yuk! If she thought I'd up-chucked a lot now...she'd see what would happen if I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that, maybe I could be less vocal when company comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would mean I'd have nothing to say and it's not like there's a lot of company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that, maybe I could let mommy eat in peace without always asking her "what's that...can I see"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only trying to see to her welfare...what if it wasn't good for her or she might be mistaken and eat my stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as to my new year's resolution....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I say to you all out there...HOW CAN I CHANGE SUCH PERFECTION?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-6215301386537000025?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6215301386537000025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=6215301386537000025&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6215301386537000025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6215301386537000025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R35IfhG4jlI/AAAAAAAABEg/N-lPNUCz6bU/s72-c/SukiYama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-3465482358389233211</id><published>2007-12-26T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:07:21.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catsmas'/><title type='text'>CATSMAS AT MY PAD</title><content type='html'>Mommy finally put out all of presents [&amp;amp; Thumbers] and placed them under the tree, telling us that we'd better not peek...we didn't&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MpcBG4jZI/AAAAAAAABDA/Imtt6xI0kmU/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MpcBG4jZI/AAAAAAAABDA/Imtt6xI0kmU/s320/DSC00973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148504360324992402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeing as Thumber and I were good and didn't snoop she let us look at them for awhile and I figured I'd test mine out to see how it would be come opening time...seems mommy wrapped mine well, cause I couldn't get it open! Look at all the bows...they're my favorite!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MuaBG4jdI/AAAAAAAABDg/PPuuYMoLmSY/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MuaBG4jdI/AAAAAAAABDg/PPuuYMoLmSY/s320/DSC00956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148509823523392978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumber just sat there sniffing at her's, so naturally I had to go over to give her some hints on what to do! When I got a look at her's I saw that her's were bigger than mine and I'm sure she got more! So giving her the evil eye I managed to psychic her out and snitch one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MrMhG4jbI/AAAAAAAABDQ/8xZWNw3VeP4/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MrMhG4jbI/AAAAAAAABDQ/8xZWNw3VeP4/s320/DSC00961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148506293060275634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3Mr-hG4jcI/AAAAAAAABDY/h85F205CiJE/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3Mr-hG4jcI/AAAAAAAABDY/h85F205CiJE/s320/DSC00963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148507152053734850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3Mu_BG4jeI/AAAAAAAABDo/4q78rBKtWok/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3Mu_BG4jeI/AAAAAAAABDo/4q78rBKtWok/s320/DSC00965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148510459178552802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy called me a bad kitty and I tried to hide it...but she said that wasn't fair to Thumber so I told her that I was only trying to show her how to open it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MwFBG4jfI/AAAAAAAABDw/ca2y0FYJR9A/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MwFBG4jfI/AAAAAAAABDw/ca2y0FYJR9A/s320/DSC00971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148511661769395698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MwihG4jgI/AAAAAAAABD4/rVQJwO-puro/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MwihG4jgI/AAAAAAAABD4/rVQJwO-puro/s320/DSC00972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148512168575536642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Catsmas morning came and we got to open all of our presents....I had to open Thumber's cause she wasn't smart enough and obviously never listened to my lessons...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MxhxG4jhI/AAAAAAAABEA/ai372kMNN34/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MxhxG4jhI/AAAAAAAABEA/ai372kMNN34/s320/DSC00982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148513255202262546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3Mx9xG4jiI/AAAAAAAABEI/5MIkcoC9xP8/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3Mx9xG4jiI/AAAAAAAABEI/5MIkcoC9xP8/s320/DSC00987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148513736238599714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy spent the rest of the morning getting her food ready for the supper later that evening and I helped her by asking lots of questions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Catsmas was as good as mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Catsmas to all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-3465482358389233211?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3465482358389233211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=3465482358389233211&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/3465482358389233211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/3465482358389233211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/catsmas-at-my-pad.html' title='CATSMAS AT MY PAD'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R3MpcBG4jZI/AAAAAAAABDA/Imtt6xI0kmU/s72-c/DSC00973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-282142102872486803</id><published>2007-12-23T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:18:15.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag Games'/><title type='text'>My Desert Island Disc</title><content type='html'>Jackson from &lt;a href="http://jacksonsworld-jackson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jacksonsworld&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to see if I could come up with my most favorite  "Desert Island Disc". I'm not sure if this is on a disc or not but it's one of my all time favorite..."The Siamese Cat Song" from the movie "Lady and the Tramp" sung by my fav characters "Si and Am"....hopefully the you tube link works [mommy's such a incompetant with these things]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxpN2XrYDLM"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxpN2XrYDLM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R26YPBG4jWI/AAAAAAAABCo/o-66Hx7Sp1A/s1600-h/si+and+am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R26YPBG4jWI/AAAAAAAABCo/o-66Hx7Sp1A/s320/si+and+am.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147218807893822818" 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/2264336621024250989-282142102872486803?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/282142102872486803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=282142102872486803&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/282142102872486803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/282142102872486803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-island-song.html' title='My Desert Island Disc'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R26YPBG4jWI/AAAAAAAABCo/o-66Hx7Sp1A/s72-c/si+and+am.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-5550488619384647134</id><published>2007-12-23T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T06:57:04.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catsmas Carols'/><title type='text'>My Newest Theme Song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hork The Hairball"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hork the hairball we all sing,&lt;br /&gt;Find the spot for best puking!&lt;br /&gt;Make sure it doesn't sit a while,&lt;br /&gt;Warm and wet will make us smile!&lt;br /&gt;When mom steps  in it without her shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Cats score one and she will lose!&lt;br /&gt;Hork the hairball we all sing,&lt;br /&gt;Find the spot for best puking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What more can one say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-5550488619384647134?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5550488619384647134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=5550488619384647134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/5550488619384647134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/5550488619384647134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-newest-theme-song.html' title='My Newest Theme Song!'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-2560164220494877296</id><published>2007-12-21T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:08:14.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catsmas Carols'/><title type='text'>SINGING THE NIGHT AWAY....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R2wq0xG4jUI/AAAAAAAABCY/XUe4p51ejc4/s1600-h/singers.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146535560201407810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="139" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R2wq0xG4jUI/AAAAAAAABCY/XUe4p51ejc4/s320/singers.gif" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Half of this was written by some other cat and I added my version to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Jingle Balls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      Jingle balls, jingle balls, jingle all the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh what fun they are to swat, and watch 'em dart away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jingle balls, jingle balls, jingle all the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh what fun they are to swat, under the couch they'll stay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashing through the house, chasing Thumber all the way,&lt;br /&gt;Over the chairs we go, I’m laughing at our play!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy’ll be home soon, time to play our part,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what fun it is to run and hide, we’re oh so very smart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a note to those who left me messages [TY your all great] about the pile of presents that I am sitting on in my last blog...they aren't mine! I was looking through them and not a single one of them was for me! Mommy said that she has hidden ours because she knows that Thumber and I will find them and open them while she's not home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I'd do that.....?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-2560164220494877296?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2560164220494877296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=2560164220494877296&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/2560164220494877296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/2560164220494877296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/singing-night-away.html' title='SINGING THE NIGHT AWAY....'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R2wq0xG4jUI/AAAAAAAABCY/XUe4p51ejc4/s72-c/singers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-5490684169208066549</id><published>2007-12-18T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:58:49.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catsmas Carols'/><title type='text'>SANTA CLAWS IS COMING TO TOWN done my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R2hB6hG4jTI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Tw8Ytv7Ng-I/s1600-h/sukigift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145435047846251826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R2hB6hG4jTI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Tw8Ytv7Ng-I/s320/sukigift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="Santa_Claus_Is_Coming_To_Town"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa Claws Is Coming To Town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I better watch out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I better not cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I better not pout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy’s telling me why…cause&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa Claws is coming to town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's made a list,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And checked it twice;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna bring me toys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and lots of mice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa Claws is coming to town &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He sees me when I’m sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He knows when I’m awake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He knows that I’ve been good enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So he’ll make no mistake! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I better watch out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I better not cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I better not pout,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy keeps telling me why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa Claws is coming to town!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To see me......and okay....maybe Thumber too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-5490684169208066549?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5490684169208066549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=5490684169208066549&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/5490684169208066549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/5490684169208066549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-claws-is-coming-to-town-done-my.html' title='SANTA CLAWS IS COMING TO TOWN done my way'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R2hB6hG4jTI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Tw8Ytv7Ng-I/s72-c/sukigift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-2889057310368509540</id><published>2007-12-18T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T05:43:48.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catsmas'/><title type='text'>CATSMAS VERSIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the tune of JINGLE BELL ROCK: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty bell, Kitty bell, Kitty bell Cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kitty cat swings and kitty cat rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Purring and zooming and bushels of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the Kitty hop has begun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty bell, Kitty bell, kitty bell Cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kitty cat's happy cold's where it's at!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kitties are zooming and playing with toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the frosty air! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the right time! It's the night time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to zoom the night away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kitty Cat time, it's a swell time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To go zoomin over sleeping hoomins! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up lazy hoomin, get out of that bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time for zoomin cats to be fed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mix and mingle with the cats at your feet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the Kitty cat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the Kitty cat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the Kitty cat ROCK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW FEED ME!&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/2264336621024250989-2889057310368509540?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2889057310368509540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=2889057310368509540&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/2889057310368509540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/2889057310368509540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/catsmas-versions.html' title='CATSMAS VERSIONS'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-6824689001000124937</id><published>2007-12-12T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:07:10.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag Games'/><title type='text'>A XMAS SONG TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R2BoB5YqTFI/AAAAAAAABCI/t_nUhCNd6LE/s1600-h/sing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143225156250520658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R2BoB5YqTFI/AAAAAAAABCI/t_nUhCNd6LE/s400/sing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My human friend &lt;a href="http://ifonlyifonlyid/"&gt;Blue&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for my favorite christmas songs with questions that I need to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather list my all time favorites instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wreck the Halls&lt;br /&gt;2. Jingle Balls&lt;br /&gt;3. Fluffy the Snowman&lt;br /&gt;4. Silent Mice&lt;br /&gt;5. Santa Paws is Coming to Town&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh Come All Ye Purrful&lt;br /&gt;7. The First Meow&lt;br /&gt;8. I Saw Mommy Hiss At Santa Paws&lt;br /&gt;9. Joy To The Curled&lt;br /&gt;10. Have Yourself A Furry Little Catsmas&lt;br /&gt;11. Rudolph, The Red-Haired Tabby&lt;br /&gt;12. Yark, The Furry Angel Sing&lt;br /&gt;13. Oh Catnip Tree&lt;br /&gt;14. Silver Bowls&lt;br /&gt;15. All I Want For Catsmas is My Two Front Fangs&lt;br /&gt;16. Jingle Bell Howl&lt;br /&gt;17. Frost On My Toes…Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of my new friends can add more to my list instead of me tagging them? I just might tag Jackson to see if he can come up with some doggie ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'd like to take credit for the creativity of these new titles but mommy says that I should give credit where credit is due [whatever that means]...so I don't remember where I saw them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-6824689001000124937?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6824689001000124937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=6824689001000124937&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6824689001000124937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6824689001000124937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-song-tag.html' title='A XMAS SONG TAG'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R2BoB5YqTFI/AAAAAAAABCI/t_nUhCNd6LE/s72-c/sing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-5570112677072512804</id><published>2007-12-11T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:00:41.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>CHANGE THE WORDS MOMMY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R17azJYqTEI/AAAAAAAABCA/RrNepx_044I/s1600-h/12_days_catsmas_song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142788396731223106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R17azJYqTEI/AAAAAAAABCA/RrNepx_044I/s400/12_days_catsmas_song.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found this on the &lt;a href="http://nels-ed-nitro-xing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meowsers from Missour&lt;/a&gt; site and hopefully Mommy will change from her sounds to ones that I can appreciate more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I like what they call mommy's Xmas to what they call "Merry Catsmas" where we will all wait for Santa Claws to drop the goodies into our "Booties".....&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/2264336621024250989-5570112677072512804?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5570112677072512804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=5570112677072512804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/5570112677072512804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/5570112677072512804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/change-words-mommy.html' title='CHANGE THE WORDS MOMMY!'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R17azJYqTEI/AAAAAAAABCA/RrNepx_044I/s72-c/12_days_catsmas_song.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-1051636091350670347</id><published>2007-12-10T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:02:45.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>DECKING THE HALLS?</title><content type='html'>Finally the last ornament is in place and there isn't a space that hasn't been "decked"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what mommy calls it when she hangs up all of her stuff! She even wails [she calls it singing] as she's doing it! I'm never sure whether Thumber and I should run and hide or check her out to see if she's okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, mommy has this obsession with putting up all of the decorations that she owns and can't rest until she does! This year I helped her [mostly when she wasn't looking]!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12VQpYqSyI/AAAAAAAAA_0/4cfeAgI9WyE/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142430462746708770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12VQpYqSyI/AAAAAAAAA_0/4cfeAgI9WyE/s320/DSC00929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12Vo5YqSzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/THUiCqo7rFQ/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142430879358536498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12Vo5YqSzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/THUiCqo7rFQ/s320/DSC00930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She finally got the tree all together and only changed it around twice. The place is too small to put up her big one [she put that one up in the store] so she use Trebor's small one and put it on one of her end tables. I had fun chasing the lights around the tree as she was putting them on. The balls this year are unbreakable and I played with them while mommy was hanging them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like the tree sitting on the table because I can't hide under it anymore or snoop for my present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday when mommy was decorating outside I got to sneak out when mommy forgot to close the screen door! I forgot all about that cold stuff on the feet! I definitely didn't go too far...too cold and wet for me! It's hard to walk and shake your paws at the same time! I did crab a lot when she picked me up and put me back into the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy never has to worry about Thumber trying to get out cause she knows Thumber is too much of a scaredy cat to even stick her head out to look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's what she finally accomplished...with my help...of course...&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12ZmJYqS0I/AAAAAAAABAE/sRW0R7DapiY/s1600-h/DSC00925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142435230160407362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12ZmJYqS0I/AAAAAAAABAE/sRW0R7DapiY/s320/DSC00925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12aJZYqS1I/AAAAAAAABAM/vNAi2PiTw9k/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142435835750796114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12aJZYqS1I/AAAAAAAABAM/vNAi2PiTw9k/s320/DSC00939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12aoZYqS2I/AAAAAAAABAU/RjIsQUFnDRw/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142436368326740834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12aoZYqS2I/AAAAAAAABAU/RjIsQUFnDRw/s320/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last pictures I want to show you are part of my Mommy's Tea Pot collections. The Santa one is the teapot with creamy and sugar, plus two mugs. The one is the tea sets that I would have liked to taken and shown Miss Peach's mommy...this one is my favorite, only I wished it could have been painted to look like me. It comes with a salt and pepper shaker. It did come with a cup but that got broken in the move.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12cDpYqS3I/AAAAAAAABAc/EembWAQ51ko/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142437935989803890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12cDpYqS3I/AAAAAAAABAc/EembWAQ51ko/s320/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12ciZYqS4I/AAAAAAAABAk/vVKhy-t8m08/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142438464270781314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12ciZYqS4I/AAAAAAAABAk/vVKhy-t8m08/s320/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2264336621024250989-1051636091350670347?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1051636091350670347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=1051636091350670347&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/1051636091350670347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/1051636091350670347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/decking-halls.html' title='DECKING THE HALLS?'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R12VQpYqSyI/AAAAAAAAA_0/4cfeAgI9WyE/s72-c/DSC00929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-7135912968158446534</id><published>2007-12-09T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:03:19.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>THE DECORATING THING?</title><content type='html'>Mommy has been busy these last two weeks putting more stuff on the walls and out in the porch! It's really kind of strange because she just finished taking down stuff from the walls from those areas and put them away. I do have to admit that this new stuff she is putting up looks better than all of those scary faces! It was really creepy when I'd go out there to look out the windows...having all those faces looking at me! Mommy called that stuff her Halloween Decorations? These new ones are called her Xmas ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all humans nuts that way or is it just my mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these new ones she has added a prickly tree that doesn't even have thick enough branches to climb on? What good is that? It doesn't even smell like a tree! Then she put all of those shiny things on it! I like shiny things but mommy doesn't let me play with them...yet she tells me to share my things with Thumber! She should have to share like I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to play with these new things drives both Thumber and me crazy! Some of the stuff moves on that tree and we like things that move...after all aren't we supposed to catch them for her? I don't see the sense of looking and not touching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1xs7JYqSuI/AAAAAAAAA_U/9v3qYTwATRM/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142104637937699554" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1xs7JYqSuI/AAAAAAAAA_U/9v3qYTwATRM/s320/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1xtWJYqSvI/AAAAAAAAA_c/WUgEHdqZHac/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142105101794167538" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1xtWJYqSvI/AAAAAAAAA_c/WUgEHdqZHac/s320/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumber and I did have some fun chasing the stuff as she dragged them around the floor while she was trying to put them up! Mommy even wrapped me up in some of it and I even got to play with my stocking...what ever that means...I don't wear socks...she does? I tell you it gets harder and harder to figure humans out by what they are doing?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1xuYJYqSxI/AAAAAAAAA_s/k2bB54_sh6I/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142106235665533714" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1xuYJYqSxI/AAAAAAAAA_s/k2bB54_sh6I/s320/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1xt1ZYqSwI/AAAAAAAAA_k/dGRMX_bAhBk/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142105638665079554" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1xt1ZYqSwI/AAAAAAAAA_k/dGRMX_bAhBk/s320/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend she says she's going to hang stuff outside if it gets nice enough? Why outside...we can't see it out there! Mommy says that it's for the enjoyment of others? See what I mean by being crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been getting pretty cold in here! Mommy says that she's been trying to save energy [whatever that means] by keeping the heat down. She says that were lucky that we have fur coats to keep warm in and she has to put on sweaters? She should try wear my fur! It's not very warm! You'd think by me huddling under my favorite blanket would show her how cold I am and cause the fur thing just isn't working! Thumber is trying to keep warm by sleeping under the chair that sits over the heat thingy...her furry coat isn't working either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy has also figured out that I've been throwing up my food because I am upset with her! She's right! She moved us here into this place and now we have nowhere to run around in like we used to do like in that other place and that's what is making us lazy! What else have I got to do all day long but lay around and eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was telling me the other day that she's going to think of how we can go outside without being able to run free and get hit by a car? Sounds strange but knowing my mommy she'll think of something! So I'll keep reminding her constantly and maybe it will get done sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now as I think she's getting ready to go outside....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-7135912968158446534?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7135912968158446534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=7135912968158446534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/7135912968158446534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/7135912968158446534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/decorating-thing.html' title='THE DECORATING THING?'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1xs7JYqSuI/AAAAAAAAA_U/9v3qYTwATRM/s72-c/DSC00913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-1267857242838283725</id><published>2007-12-05T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:02:16.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank you'/><title type='text'>MISS PEACH'S TEA PAWTY TIME</title><content type='html'>I spent the morning getting myself ready for the special tea pawty! I made sure my fur was nice and sparkly clean! Mommy said that she would make me an outfit for the outing but I said no thank you...after all she should know how much I dislike dressing up!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1cYJJYqSoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/RiCnLWqBQLs/s1600-h/sukiclen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140604045083953794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1cYJJYqSoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/RiCnLWqBQLs/s320/sukiclen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue and Jackson picked me up in Blue's Limo-Broom [which by the way was lots bigger than Mommy's old standard] and we got there in record time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue was just as nice as Mommy said she'd be and Jackson was on his best behavior and never once got into my face! He's okay...for a dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should have seen the pretty garden that we had tea in...isn't it gorgeous?&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1cZMJYqSpI/AAAAAAAAA-s/roe3ycIknbY/s1600-h/page4-1006-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140605196135189138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1cZMJYqSpI/AAAAAAAAA-s/roe3ycIknbY/s320/page4-1006-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to meet Miss Peach and I really love her curly fur...so much more different than mine. I was happy to see the she was well enough to host this party for her Mom's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1cbopYqSsI/AAAAAAAAA_E/CUNdhECJKwc/s1600-h/miss+peach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140607884784716482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1cbopYqSsI/AAAAAAAAA_E/CUNdhECJKwc/s320/miss+peach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Peach had lots of different tea sets and I got to use the one that my mommy said was her favorite...Isn't it nice.... It would be so perfect for Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1caQJYqSqI/AAAAAAAAA-0/5qjs0CWzdJI/s1600-h/13f1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140606364366293666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1caQJYqSqI/AAAAAAAAA-0/5qjs0CWzdJI/s320/13f1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had so much food there that I was afraid to eat because I might have pigged out and then up-chucked it, making a spectacle out of myself. They were gracious enough to let me take home a kitty-bag so I could eat it here and maybe share some with Thumber. I did nibble on a couple of minty mice and tried to drink the tea but the tea wasn't to my liking so they got me iced water instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1cbYpYqSrI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Yj3XH0Ql0xs/s1600-h/Peach+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140607609906809522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1cbYpYqSrI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Yj3XH0Ql0xs/s320/Peach%2B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were ready to go we were given a beautiful gold rose as a thank you for attending...isn't mine pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1cfYZYqStI/AAAAAAAAA_M/pYyjPz5IZNs/s1600-h/rozahx0vu1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140612003658353362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1cfYZYqStI/AAAAAAAAA_M/pYyjPz5IZNs/s320/rozahx0vu1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in it was a great time and I have to thank my hostess for inviting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thumber said she never missed me when I was gone but I know she was fibbing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2264336621024250989-1267857242838283725?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1267857242838283725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=1267857242838283725&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/1267857242838283725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/1267857242838283725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/miss-peachs-tea-pawty-time.html' title='MISS PEACH&apos;S TEA PAWTY TIME'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1cYJJYqSoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/RiCnLWqBQLs/s72-c/sukiclen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-2091674756989574824</id><published>2007-12-05T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T05:58:40.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><title type='text'>MY FIRST INVITE!</title><content type='html'>Today I'm catching a ride with &lt;a href="http://ifonlyifonlyid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blue&lt;/a&gt; on her Limo Broom and we are going with &lt;a href="http://jacksonsworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jackson&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://misspeachsmeowz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Peach's&lt;/a&gt; Tea Party that she is hosting for her Mommy's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to be asked over and I will be on my best behavior and not demand too much attention for myself. Mommy says that I should take Thumber also but she wasn't invited and I told her that it would be too crowded. Besides this is a grown-up thing and Thumber might be to young. I told Thumber that I will ask if I can bring her back a treat instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I'll wear as I hate dressing up and I think my fur is lovely enough to be shown off by itself. As to wearing a hat or bonnet...no way...might mess up my ears and I might not be able to hear anything and I hate missing out on any gossip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll write you later on how it all went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to hurry as I'm not sure when Blue will be here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-2091674756989574824?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2091674756989574824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=2091674756989574824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/2091674756989574824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/2091674756989574824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-invite.html' title='MY FIRST INVITE!'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-3221865939571955492</id><published>2007-11-28T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T04:46:50.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>WEIRD FACTS ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>This is my response to this Tag Game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Tag 7 random people at the end of your post &amp;amp; include links to their blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was asked by &lt;a href="http://thetigerlilypad.blogspot,com/"&gt;Tiger Lily&lt;/a&gt; if I would like to play this game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This my first tag game and I hope I get it right....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weird Facts About Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1FXSJYqSnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/eL9j8oVt1zE/s1600-R/SukiYama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1FXSJYqSnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/3K_TeK0tCW0/s320/SukiYama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138984619075062386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Mommy and I believe that I am a re-incarnated cat. Through my mommy's past she said that we have always been together. People who read this will think that we are nuts but we don't care. Mommy says that I am too much like these other cats and she's gone through enough cats in her life time to know the difference! She says that I was with her as a black/Siamese cat, named Simco [1962-1967], when she was a child and we didn't meet up again until I came to her life again in 1978-1996...again as a black/Siamese, named Spooky. We were again reunited in 1997 but this time I have just the colorings of a seal point Siamese. She says that all of my traits and personalities have always been the same and throughout the years I have always shown-up when she has needed me the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I always know when my mommy is sick! When she had her heart problems and her heart hurt, I would lay on her chest where her heart is and purr so loudly that it would calm her down and the hurt would ease. She finally got her heart fixed but I still come to her every night and purr until she is asleep...or I fall asleep [after all...I'm a cat].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I like to be the center of attention! If I see that I'm not the center, then I have this trick that I do to make sure that everyone notices me! I stand on my hind legs and stretch up as high as I can and bring my front paws up beside my ears and give them the cutesy eye look...this makes everyone go awwwwww...then they talk about me! Works every time.....smart huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. When mommy cleans out our litter box, I have to be the first one to use it! It doesn't matter that I really don't have to pee, it's just that I get the clean one first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The other weird thing about me and the litter box is whether I'll let Thumber in it or not? If I catch her using it, I will chase her out of it and then completely over-bury her offerings! Mommy tried once to give us seperate boxes to use, but I still took control over both boxes! It's a wonder that Thumber doesn't have bladder problems!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I don't like human food! Although, I will pester mommy while she's making it because I have to ALWAYS know what she's doing! I even have this special meow that sounds just like I am saying "Whatcha doing? Can I see?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I LOVE ICE CUBES IN MY WATER! Mommy and I both have this thing about having to have ice cubes in our water. If she forgets to put some ice cubes in my water, then she knows that I'll drink out of her cup instead. So she makes sure I have fresh cold water. I up-chuck more when the water is old and warm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Now you know some of the weird things about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Who do I tag now......hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://ifonlyifonlyid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blue&lt;/a&gt;.....to tell about her "one true love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://deathbedmoment.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wilma&lt;/a&gt;...to tell about the "evil demon spawn"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://jacksonworld-jackson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jackson&lt;/a&gt;...cause I want to know more about him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4,5,6,7. The &lt;a href="http://catsnmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;hot(m)bc&lt;/a&gt;...all of the cats that live there "they sound like they would be lots of fun [if only I could let other cats into my space]&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/2264336621024250989-3221865939571955492?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3221865939571955492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=3221865939571955492&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/3221865939571955492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/3221865939571955492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/11/weird-facts-about-me.html' title='WEIRD FACTS ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/R1FXSJYqSnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/3K_TeK0tCW0/s72-c/SukiYama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-1957048270123608888</id><published>2007-11-22T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T04:55:32.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank you'/><title type='text'>IT WAS ALL ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>Now it's not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This about all of the caring "Animals With Blogs" and "Blue"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank all of the 56 people, cats and dogs that left "Get Well Wishes" for me! You guys/girls are the greatest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still having some problems with up-chucking but not as much. My mommy has tried all sorts of different food from over the counter to vet-selects and yet I still leave her reminders that all is still not normal. Some of you have left comments that it might mean that I am not chewing enough and I'm afraid that you might be right. It might also be a case of being a little piggy some times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy has been having a BIG problem with not being able to log on to Blogger to leave comments or write updates but she is trying hard to figure something out...hopefully soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG THANK YOU GOES TO ALL OF YOU WHO CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be back to being my interesting self soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All stay well!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-1957048270123608888?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1957048270123608888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=1957048270123608888&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/1957048270123608888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/1957048270123608888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-all-about-me.html' title='IT WAS ALL ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-8927817847728433385</id><published>2007-11-15T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T05:15:43.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>I'M BACK...</title><content type='html'>I'm finally starting to feel better and I'm happier now that Mommy's finally turned the heat up! It was really starting to get cold in here and I've had to sleep under my favorite blanket...&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rzw8jH5hvvI/AAAAAAAAA9w/CxMljBrFpZM/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133044249408945906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rzw8jH5hvvI/AAAAAAAAA9w/CxMljBrFpZM/s320/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rzw87n5hvwI/AAAAAAAAA94/0TBii5j9_z8/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133044670315740930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rzw87n5hvwI/AAAAAAAAA94/0TBii5j9_z8/s320/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few weeks I've been feeling pretty poorly, still throwing up and such! Mommy changed my food again and I'm slowly getting used to it. I tried to rebel at first and wouldn't eat it but then I'd get really hungry and eat too much and then I'd have to throw it up...this made mommy even more worried. One day maybe things will get better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all my puking it's made me pretty tired and so I sleep the day away waiting for mommy to get home from work. Since we've moved here there hasn't been any windows to look out now mommy has had to close the windows because of the cold! I miss my old place where we had lots of room to run around and Thumbers and I could chase each other...all we do now is sleep!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rzw_rH5hvyI/AAAAAAAAA-E/_WkD6SQ-duE/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133047685382782754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rzw_rH5hvyI/AAAAAAAAA-E/_WkD6SQ-duE/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RzxAQ35hvzI/AAAAAAAAA-M/aBjWMF6ypB4/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133048333922844466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RzxAQ35hvzI/AAAAAAAAA-M/aBjWMF6ypB4/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I had some fun with mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy was busy getting her supper cooked and was trying to feeding us at the same time. She was being really scatter-brained and was leaving the cubboard doors open...this is a no-no with me around! Of course I had to check out what was being kept inside, as I was checking it out...she closed the door on me!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RzxFpn5hv0I/AAAAAAAAA-U/ux1WqBi6b94/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133054256682745666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RzxFpn5hv0I/AAAAAAAAA-U/ux1WqBi6b94/s320/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These doors are spring loaded and are hard to push open with me just using my head...I would push it... then it would bang shut. I did this a couple of times and I could hear her go quiet and listen...I did this a couple of times more before she finally checked to see what was happening. She sure moved slowly...it took her forever to open the door and when she finally did I jumped out before it would bang shut again. This apparently scared mommy cause I heard her yell at me saying that I'd scared her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to hear her laugh again! She told me that she had hoped that it wasn't a ghost playing tricks on her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly mommy...the ghost only lives upstairs!&lt;/div&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/2264336621024250989-8927817847728433385?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8927817847728433385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=8927817847728433385&amp;isPopup=true' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/8927817847728433385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/8927817847728433385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK...'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rzw8jH5hvvI/AAAAAAAAA9w/CxMljBrFpZM/s72-c/DSC00628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-7195258103070915448</id><published>2007-10-23T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T05:40:29.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank you'/><title type='text'>A Get Well Gift From Blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rx3qPN4RzGI/AAAAAAAAA5E/OGkCUTZfdCM/s1600-h/halloweentreat.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124509498162138210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rx3qPN4RzGI/AAAAAAAAA5E/OGkCUTZfdCM/s400/halloweentreat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A BIG THANK YOU for my treat and the well wishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Jackson are the only ones who cared to wish me well...mommy said "better two than none"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be writing again soon as I am feeling much better...&lt;br /&gt;Hope you both stay well also!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-7195258103070915448?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7195258103070915448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=7195258103070915448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/7195258103070915448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/7195258103070915448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/10/get-well-gift-from-blue.html' title='A Get Well Gift From Blue...'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rx3qPN4RzGI/AAAAAAAAA5E/OGkCUTZfdCM/s72-c/halloweentreat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-4390281781900225989</id><published>2007-10-18T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T07:31:14.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT HER...Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RxdswN4RzFI/AAAAAAAAA48/LhHCDzruhQU/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122682676772457554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RxdswN4RzFI/AAAAAAAAA48/LhHCDzruhQU/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queen of Halloween here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suki is now back from the vet clinic and is definitely happier! Her first response to being home was to run to the food dish! I guess animal hospitals have terrible food also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that food that's supposed to be good for you...doesn't taste good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...Suki was diagnosed with a urinary infection and was given medicine to help cure it. Thankfully I took her in when I did because things could have gotten worse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to find a natural cure for urinary problems in humans is bad enough...we can help ours by taking mega doses of cranberry juice...etc. I don't think Suki would have like drinking cranberries?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blood work came back, verifying the vet's diagnosis and added that her levels of sodium was fairly high! The change in her diet is also a low sodium diet...so I did good that way but I now figure the enemy can possibly be Dodge's drinking water! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cats had stopped drinking out of their water dish, which consisted of a water bottle attached to a bowl, so I started using another bowl placed further away from their food source and they liked that better. This meant me replacing the water constantly but it also gave them fresh water each time and I cleaned it out more often! I had left the bottle system sit there [too lazy] intending to try it again when I noticed that the remaining water had dried up leaving a white grainy residue...it was salty [no...I didn't taste it]! I have found this in some glasses at work that had gone unnoticed and this I tested...it indeed was salty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what does one do now? I absolutely hate our bottled water made here in town...too metallic tasting and it is made by using the town water! Have they removed the sodium? There are a few other bottled water manufacturers that I don't mind but are costly in the long run and can you trust how much is REALLY in them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can one do to remove the sodium from our water source without boiling the minerals out of it? Hopefully I can figure that one out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suki will now have to take medicine for a week and then have to be urine tested again to see if the medicine took? The vet said that I should take a urine sample and bring it in...this way stress won't be added to Suki. My question is...how does one take a sample from a cat? I don't think she'll want to pee in a cup? The vet suggested I put a plastic bag over her litter box and she will pee on it and I can eye dropper it from there???? Can't see her doing that either! Other problem to solve...anyone out there with a suggestion or answer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have a week to figure that one out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all...I had a good nights rest last night, as Suki is no longer laying on my face or complaining! Seems the hospital threat is still in her mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medicine taking this morning was okay for the first half of the dose but the second half made her quite mad at me...hopefully she will have forgotten in 12 hrs before I have to give her any more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suki will be back soon, reporting on her "take" of the upsetting time in the hospital...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-4390281781900225989?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4390281781900225989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=4390281781900225989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/4390281781900225989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/4390281781900225989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-all-about-herupdate.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT HER...Update'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RxdswN4RzFI/AAAAAAAAA48/LhHCDzruhQU/s72-c/DSC00532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-6353697994836416326</id><published>2007-10-16T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:08:05.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT HER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RxVEB94RzEI/AAAAAAAAA40/m5rxlepMtfQ/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122074951784975426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RxVEB94RzEI/AAAAAAAAA40/m5rxlepMtfQ/s400/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suki's not here right now to blog...so me, her mommy, has dropped by to let her friends know how she is doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT WELL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems I've been waving my magic "health wand" in so many other sick animal's directions that there's only a thin trickle left for her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six weeks ago [during the heat spell] she was throwing up a lot so I changed her food to a different ph balanced type and all seemed to be well...the throwing up stopped! But it seems not completely? I would find the occasional vomit spot, but there would be signs of hairball crap in them. Some of the food I was giving to her was for hairball problems so I figured that this might be expected? Her energy levels changed from feeling ill to lots of fun times with Thumber. I thought all was well? Seems I might be wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These last few nights, Suki has been acting strange? I will be sound asleep only to be awaken by her leaning the back half her body against my exposed ear? She normally sleeps beside me but never around my face! It was like she was trying to tell me to listen to her tummy? Suki also prefers to be petted only on her head/face...never her stomach but this time she was offering her tummy up for rubbing...just like you would rub your stomach if it was aching? She was very demanding for me to pet her...just like you would comfort a child in pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't sure whether she had been peeing or not...as I have two cats who use the litter box. So I made one especially for Suki to use. Suki's habit has been to make sure that she gets to mark the litter with her scent first and can even be annoying with her jumping in before I am finished filling it. Not this time! She scratched around in it a couple of times but never tried to void either way? My thought was a bladder/bowel blockage...which can be very deadly to any animal! Upon further checking even her nose was warm and dry! Up goes the worry level!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you others out there who are just like me and cannot afford to take their animal to a vet, this can be very distressful! It's not that we don't care enough to go deeper in debt for them it's just that we just "can't" go deeper in debt...plain and simple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully I have kids who do step in and are now helping me to save something that is very, very important to me! This morning PoD and I took Suki to see the vet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vet has physically checked her out and outwardly, she seems to be fine. She's not over or under weight, her gums are pink and her bladder is a normal size. She wasn't crazy about having a thermometer violate her but I was happy to see that she had no fever. The next recourse is to have blood work done up, urine tested, etc....meaning she has to stay overnight. I hated leaving her there to suffer all alone...I know what it's like to be shut up in a hospital...even if you are sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now all we have to do is wait and see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-6353697994836416326?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6353697994836416326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=6353697994836416326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6353697994836416326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6353697994836416326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-all-about-her.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT HER'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RxVEB94RzEI/AAAAAAAAA40/m5rxlepMtfQ/s72-c/DSC00530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-4969952869522900332</id><published>2007-10-03T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:23:18.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat Soap Box'/><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN COSTUMES</title><content type='html'>My Mommy just happens to be the "Queen of Halloween" and she has always tried to get me to dress-up...no sir-e-e-e...not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every times she tries, I fool her and just lay down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't budge until she takes it off...nobody's gonna make a fool out of ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thumber is even too smart to put up with that indignity! I guess were both smart &amp;amp; dignified cats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have pictures of the foolish animals that don't mind...notice that they are mostly dogs?&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQDxt4RyiI/AAAAAAAAA0w/YVsYEcXjeCM/s1600-h/darthdog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117219229263841826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQDxt4RyiI/AAAAAAAAA0w/YVsYEcXjeCM/s320/darthdog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQFOd4RynI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/cnTxRH-Ajoo/s1600-h/yodadog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117220822696708722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQFOd4RynI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/cnTxRH-Ajoo/s320/yodadog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQEeN4RykI/AAAAAAAAA1A/c99_uF8rL6E/s1600-h/liahdog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117219993768020546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQEeN4RykI/AAAAAAAAA1A/c99_uF8rL6E/s320/liahdog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQEWt4RyjI/AAAAAAAAA04/h3VFhs0XkeQ/s1600-h/knightdog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117219864919001650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQEWt4RyjI/AAAAAAAAA04/h3VFhs0XkeQ/s320/knightdog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQE2t4RylI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Fz1ez8l4jTA/s1600-h/superdog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117220414674815570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQE2t4RylI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Fz1ez8l4jTA/s320/superdog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQFBN4RymI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/epqto5SKLqo/s1600-h/vampdog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117220595063442018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQFBN4RymI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/epqto5SKLqo/s320/vampdog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQDgt4RyhI/AAAAAAAAA0o/wFpTaaDtwC0/s1600-h/bananadog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117218937206065682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQDgt4RyhI/AAAAAAAAA0o/wFpTaaDtwC0/s320/bananadog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQGA94RyoI/AAAAAAAAA1g/GYK9uyfuALE/s1600-h/pottercat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117221690280102530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQGA94RyoI/AAAAAAAAA1g/GYK9uyfuALE/s320/pottercat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup...never gonna be caught wearing anything like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can be pretty scary dressing as myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2264336621024250989-4969952869522900332?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4969952869522900332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=4969952869522900332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/4969952869522900332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/4969952869522900332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-costumes.html' title='HALLOWEEN COSTUMES'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwQDxt4RyiI/AAAAAAAAA0w/YVsYEcXjeCM/s72-c/darthdog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-3082780959055356651</id><published>2007-09-30T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:22:58.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thumber'/><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwEsId4RySI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1W-XiPzA-2c/s1600-h/meowing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116419175640844578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwEsId4RySI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1W-XiPzA-2c/s400/meowing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My throat is sore from all of the meowing I have to do to get mommy to let me have my turn on this machine that she seems to spend so much time on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thumber and I have so much fun in our new place! There is this one cat that likes to visit us a lot. She likes to try and surprise us by jumping up on the window screen downstairs! We think she is trying to be an indoor cat like we are...but mommy won't let her! Mommy says there is too many cats in here right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...when this cat jumps up it scares both Thumber and me and it makes us go into the "attack" mode. As you can see by the picture below, Thumber just hates this cat and it drives her crazy because she can never get at her! With all the noise the both of them makes it scares me and I have to go and see what's going on! See how fluffed both our tails are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116068354122172610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rv_tD94RyMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/-hTkADX3IIo/s400/fight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mommy said that later this cat had a litter of kittens in the bushes that is beside our place and she would occasionally leave some food and water out for her. One day the kittens were gone and mommy said that the mother cat must have moved them to a safer place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night mommy heard this kitten meowing real loudly and she just had to go out and find it. Mommy said that it was bitterly cold out and when she found the kitten it was shivering from the cold! Mommy called PoD and she came down and got it...mommy wasn't sure that the kitten would be safe around Thumber and me? Like we would hurt a baby...? The next day mommy heard more meowing outside and went out and found four more! BillyRoo was home at that time and had to help her catch all of them. They tried to find the mommy cat but she was now where to be found...someone had said that a black cat had been killed crossing the street!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy said that the kittens were too young to be out on their own so she decided to take them to the SPCA in a big town near us, so they can find homes for them. Mommy said the kitten were pretty wild and hopefully they can be tamed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy was pretty sick at this time and I would sit with her to try and keep her calm...her heart didn't sound too good and she said that my purring made her feel better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day she went away for a long time and Thumber and I were really unhappy!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwEpKd4RyPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/4bD82VNjzYE/s1600-h/together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116415911465699570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwEpKd4RyPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/4bD82VNjzYE/s400/together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days were pretty sad for us until she finally came back! Her heart sounded a lot better and she was like she was before. Then she started coughing a lot and had to go away again...this made us unhappy again! She spent a lot of time coughing and having to go away...I was becoming really worried that I would follow her everywhere...more than I've ever done before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day she started the "packing boxes" thing again and she said that we were moving...again! I made her laugh when I brought her toys that I though she should pack! The next thing I know Mommy took us to our new house! This house was so much smaller than our last place and had hardly any windows where we could look out! Thumber didn't like the move too much and she pouted by stay hidden from mommy for a few days until she couldn't take it anymore and had to go pee! After that everything was fine and mommy stopped her coughing. She said that the other place was making her sick and no one was going to live there until it was fixed up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of liked the place as Thumber can't away from me when were playing "chase each other" and I don't have to run as far! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a pic of me getting ready to scare Thumber!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwEqJ94RyQI/AAAAAAAAAyg/pABwGR5s8a8/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116417002387392770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwEqJ94RyQI/AAAAAAAAAyg/pABwGR5s8a8/s320/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one shows Thumber being mad because I scared her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwErXt4RyRI/AAAAAAAAAyo/b51uLGR92Rk/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116418338122221842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwErXt4RyRI/AAAAAAAAAyo/b51uLGR92Rk/s320/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rv_tD94RyMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/-hTkADX3IIo/s1600-h/fight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2264336621024250989-3082780959055356651?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3082780959055356651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=3082780959055356651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/3082780959055356651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/3082780959055356651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-all-about-mepart-8.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 8'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RwEsId4RySI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1W-XiPzA-2c/s72-c/meowing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-2882526367279772566</id><published>2007-09-19T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:44:35.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Kind of Toys'/><title type='text'>If I Owned A vehicle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is what it would look like....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112048774596616498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RvGlRpRNYTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/shdq1DzCafA/s400/catcar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Only I'd have it painted to look like ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-2882526367279772566?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2882526367279772566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=2882526367279772566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/2882526367279772566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/2882526367279772566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-owned-vehicle.html' title='If I Owned A vehicle!'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RvGlRpRNYTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/shdq1DzCafA/s72-c/catcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-6978810674678893041</id><published>2007-09-14T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T07:31:06.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT ME ...Part 7</title><content type='html'>Finally! I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mommy has been soooo busy at the stuff that she does and hogging all of the computer time that I haven't had my say...which is quite a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I figured I would rather show you pictures of just ME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me working with mommy....I make sure she gets things right!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqNil6_FVI/AAAAAAAAArw/Ebe6VHN8Qko/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110052352639833426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqNil6_FVI/AAAAAAAAArw/Ebe6VHN8Qko/s400/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqOMV6_FWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ErVdQQ4Yfls/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110053069899371874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqOMV6_FWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ErVdQQ4Yfls/s320/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to ask lots of questions....like...Whatcha Doing?...Can I see?....Whatcha Doing?...Are you sure your not eating something I'd like?....Whatcha doing?.....Can I help?....Whatcha doing?....&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqPZ16_FXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/SE5hU3AswzA/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110054401339233650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqPZ16_FXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/SE5hU3AswzA/s320/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqP1V6_FYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/9Fy5mxBMhIM/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110054873785636226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqP1V6_FYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/9Fy5mxBMhIM/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I make sure all of her papers don't fall off the desk! I'm always alert to make sure mommy misses nothing! Sometimes I have to make sure the computer doesn't fall off the desk so I stretch out in front of it....I can even turn it off for her...&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqRk16_FZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bOzpj875H1Q/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110056789341050258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqRk16_FZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/bOzpj875H1Q/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This makes her really excited and she says I have to sit in the corner? Sometimes I show her how I feel about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqSgF6_FaI/AAAAAAAAAsY/wWtVeFiCo68/s1600-h/IM000630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110057807248299426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqSgF6_FaI/AAAAAAAAAsY/wWtVeFiCo68/s320/IM000630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqURl6_FbI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ACYxDwYJp8M/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110059757163451826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqURl6_FbI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ACYxDwYJp8M/s320/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes mommy gets her stuff in things she calls "boxes"...these are neat places to hide in and I make sure that NO ONE...including "the Brat" gets to go in them!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqViV6_FcI/AAAAAAAAAso/SUbmTCQ-pZw/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110061144437888450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqViV6_FcI/AAAAAAAAAso/SUbmTCQ-pZw/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqV0l6_FdI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ulnhQNkXc3E/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110061457970501074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqV0l6_FdI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ulnhQNkXc3E/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy likes rocks and she has lots of them in her shop? She says that they remind her of things so she puts this stuff all over them so other people can see what she sees....I help her by rubbing them clean for her...I can't help it if some of my fur gets on it...I think she should appreciate the cleaning and quit complaining!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqX_l6_FeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0RWauAyfxcs/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110063845972317666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqX_l6_FeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0RWauAyfxcs/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When other people come over and no one is listening to me I have this "cute" thing that I do so they will stop yakking and pay attention to me...I get lots of ooohs and awes when I do this...&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqY816_FfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/H0Z70q2svC4/s1600-h/cutesuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110064898239305202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqY816_FfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/H0Z70q2svC4/s320/cutesuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqZOF6_FgI/AAAAAAAAAtI/J8imU67Qm7Q/s1600-h/MOV00353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110065194592048642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqZOF6_FgI/AAAAAAAAAtI/J8imU67Qm7Q/s320/MOV00353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after a hard day at the office...one needs to take a break...&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Ruqah16_FhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/d_Ei5keJnIo/s1600-h/sukislp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110066633406092818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Ruqah16_FhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/d_Ei5keJnIo/s320/sukislp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2264336621024250989-6978810674678893041?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6978810674678893041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=6978810674678893041&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6978810674678893041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6978810674678893041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-all-about-me-part-7.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT ME ...Part 7'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RuqNil6_FVI/AAAAAAAAArw/Ebe6VHN8Qko/s72-c/DSC00199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-6296983590976364351</id><published>2007-08-30T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:30:07.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1rxPKqLNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/5H6Ski9u93M/s1600-h/together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106356046137011410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1rxPKqLNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/5H6Ski9u93M/s320/together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thumber and I moved to this great big house! My mommy said it was her new work shop! We now had lots of room to run around in and lots of stairs to climb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was finally getting used to Thumber...mainly because she was getting bigger and wasn't as cute any more...nobody was oohing and awing like before. She started to not like other people and she would run away whenever anyone came over...she would let BillyRoo hold her and mommy but nobody else! That was ok with me...I was center star again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This big place was lots of fun! Thumber and I could play this game where she would hide and I would try to find her then I would hide and she'd try to find me! My mommy, daddy and BillyRoo started making a mess downstairs and Thumber and me had to stay upstairs while they were doing this. A lot of the time we played "chase us" with the humans and it was fun but it also made Thumber especially afraid of PoD, the girl human that came over once in awhile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sad thing was that my mommy said I could no longer go outside and that I was now an indoor cat like Thumber. Thumber and I had lots of windows that we could look out of but I never was allowed out again...except this one time when someone left the back door open and I sneaked out. It was different out there now and there were these big scary moving things that mommy called cars and I didn't know where I was. She finally realized that I was gone and came looking for me! When she opened the back door I rushed inside and boy was I happy that I was out of that scary place! I still want to go out side but I would like it to be back where I was before and not out where we are now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once in awhile Thumber and I would find these moving toy things that mommy called "mice" and we would bring them to mommy to show her how good we were at catching them. I remember some really big ones where we used to live and I would bring them also to mommy and she called them "gophers"...I called them "big mice" except that they tasted different! One day my mommy was really excited and she called Thumber and me to see what she found. It was one of these big mice! Somehow it got inside mommy's new shop and she wanted us to play with it! Thumber was scared of it so she ran away! This one was different than the ones I found before and I really wasn't interested...besides mommy had just woken us up from our nap time and I was still sleepy. I guess mommy didn't want it either as she ran around trying to catch it...she wasn't very good at it! She did finally get it into a box and carried it outside. She said that she let it go back to it's own home! Silly mommy...she would have had something good to eat if she had only kept it! Maybe I could have played with it after I was more awake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to tell you that my "before mommy" would come to see me once in awhile! She always oohed and awed over me and Thumber never liked her to pick her up so I had her all to myself! I liked it when she would visit cause then I had two mommies! One day I heard lots of screaming and crying and it was coming from my mommy! When I went to see what it was all about mommy picked me up and hugged me really hard and made my fur all wet with this salty stuff that came from her eyes. She told me that her sister had just been killed and my other mommy would never see me again...I wasn't sure what was going on but it hurt me to see my mommy so sad! I don't like it when this salty stuff comes out of her eyes and so I made sure after that to always be there for her when it did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy also said that I would never see my other mommy again but she was wrong. Thumber and I always play with these round things that float in the air and fly around us...we like to chase them! Mommy always laughs at us when we do that because I don't think she can see them! One day she showed me this picture and it was the day that my other mommy came and gave me a kiss on the forehead. Most people think mommy is crazy when she tries to tell people about the round spots that she calls orbs. Thumber and I can see them!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1kwvKqLGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/RoOBSrjYuN4/s1600-h/kiss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106348340965682274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1kwvKqLGI/AAAAAAAAAlo/RoOBSrjYuN4/s320/kiss1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1k6PKqLHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jIF2DhFBZaA/s1600-h/kiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106348504174439538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1k6PKqLHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jIF2DhFBZaA/s320/kiss2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1lBPKqLII/AAAAAAAAAl4/jDGDDCWZLyY/s1600-h/kiss3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106348624433523842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1lBPKqLII/AAAAAAAAAl4/jDGDDCWZLyY/s320/kiss3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thumber and I also like to fight sometimes...mostly playing but Thumber has big feet and she likes to scratch. She also curls up into a ball and I can't wrestle her when she does that. She has always played like that! She puts her back feet over her shoulders and I can't bite her belly!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1nlvKqLJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/sk7EtkaDbBY/s1600-h/thumbut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106351450522004626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1nlvKqLJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/sk7EtkaDbBY/s320/thumbut2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1ntvKqLKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/1Rcs_L62o54/s1600-h/thumbutt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106351587960958114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1ntvKqLKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/1Rcs_L62o54/s320/thumbutt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day BillyRoo brought Thumber and me a new place to hide in but the only problem was that it was too small for us to get into. I could fit part of my body into it but Thumber couldn't.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1owvKqLLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/M2oUz9wc4a0/s1600-h/sukihide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106352739012193458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1owvKqLLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/M2oUz9wc4a0/s320/sukihide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1ptfKqLMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/tWNcRhkQbn0/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106353782689246402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1ptfKqLMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/tWNcRhkQbn0/s320/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I liked sitting on the top of this thing and wait for Thumber to go by and then I would jump on her...I liked scaring her! I also used to climb around the sides of it scratching it and pretending that it was Thumber. But after awhile it got boring and mommy gave it to PoD because she said that PoD had a kitty that would really get some use out of it. I was mad at first but then I still had my other scratching post that I could climb and sleep on...Thumber and I really like that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to go now...mommy wants her turn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course there is still more about me...so "I'll be back"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2264336621024250989-6296983590976364351?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6296983590976364351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=6296983590976364351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6296983590976364351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6296983590976364351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-all-about-mepart-6.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 6'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rt1rxPKqLNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/5H6Ski9u93M/s72-c/together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-6161652772778696191</id><published>2007-08-26T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:53:21.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thumber'/><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMrSPKqK8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/PNyKNAzKEW0/s1600-h/thummer7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103470395049782210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMrSPKqK8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/PNyKNAzKEW0/s320/thummer7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next part about me is not a subject I am too crazy about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thumber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy says the reason that she has more pictures of Thumber when she was little was because she got a new "Digital" camera and could take more pictures without the expense of buying film for the camera she had when I was little. As far as I'm concerned the expense would have been worth it...who wouldn't want cute pictures of me when I was little. I don't really like having my pictures taken by her new camera as it shines a light in my eyes first then flashes again and then I get to see more spots later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...Thumber had to stay out in the porch at night time cause mommy said that I wasn't to be trusted around her until she was older and could defend herself...like I would pick on a baby....? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little creature took over everything that I classify as mine and I got pictures to prove it:&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMd8_KqKwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/fw4tgtwYKy0/s1600-h/thummy7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103455736326400770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMd8_KqKwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/fw4tgtwYKy0/s320/thummy7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMeEfKqKxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qO8ZT61smUk/s1600-h/thummy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103455865175419666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMeEfKqKxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qO8ZT61smUk/s320/thummy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This used to be my spring ball toy! Mommy said that I didn't play with it any more so that I should share it with the little brat! I did break it and it no longer stood up properly anymore...so I gave in and let her have it. Mommy said I still had my toy mice to play with as Thumber wasn't old enough yet to bother with them. The one thing I did like was that she slept a lot [believe it or not...more that I did at that time] and kept away from me when she was awake.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMf7vKqKyI/AAAAAAAAAjI/otGkZ26YpwI/s1600-h/thummy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103457913874819874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMf7vKqKyI/AAAAAAAAAjI/otGkZ26YpwI/s320/thummy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMgEvKqKzI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/hYLfNkqnwW0/s1600-h/thummy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103458068493642546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMgEvKqKzI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/hYLfNkqnwW0/s320/thummy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMgxPKqK1I/AAAAAAAAAjg/ySdG3WdT09g/s1600-h/thummy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103458832997821266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMgxPKqK1I/AAAAAAAAAjg/ySdG3WdT09g/s320/thummy6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMhRfKqK2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/aYBlFt6ovXQ/s1600-h/thummer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103459387048602466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMhRfKqK2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/aYBlFt6ovXQ/s320/thummer1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she got older she even found out the warm spot of my mommy's work chair and began to take over that place also. I got so sick and tired of anyone oohing and awing over her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMi4vKqK5I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Q9tInncaoBA/s1600-h/thummy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103461160870095762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMi4vKqK5I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Q9tInncaoBA/s320/thummy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMomfKqK7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/BYxVH3fHZuA/s1600-h/thumber2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103467444407249842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMomfKqK7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/BYxVH3fHZuA/s320/thumber2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thummer had big feet but this kitten had bigger feet and looked different from his and mine!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMiV_KqK3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/40Ifjti7QCY/s1600-h/lgfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103460563869641586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMiV_KqK3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/40Ifjti7QCY/s320/lgfeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMievKqK4I/AAAAAAAAAj4/i5R6dZ4Dg2M/s1600-h/babyfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103460714193496962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMievKqK4I/AAAAAAAAAj4/i5R6dZ4Dg2M/s320/babyfeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mommy said that Thumber had an extra pad plus toes whereas Thummer had actual thumbs and could grab for things like a human. Thumber's just made her feet and legs bigger! She also looked funny with one of her toes being black while the others were white!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thumber had a bad habit of chewing on my boxes! Can you imagine the slobber all over the areas where I would rub my face...to mark it as mine...yuk! One day mommy noticed that Thumber's mouth was swollen and it looked like someone had punched her in the mouth...I swear it wasn't me! Seems her chewing habit rubbed her mouth sore and then it got infected...serve her right for slobbering all over my things!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMk0PKqK6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/WKFDbHYWLr0/s1600-h/thummy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103463282583940002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMk0PKqK6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/WKFDbHYWLr0/s320/thummy9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The box chewing, happened quite a lot until the infections got really bad! Mommy said that it was abscessed [what ever that meant] because the side of her face got really swollen! She called the vet and they said that it happens a lot with some cats and not to worry too much about it and that it would probably burst on it's own...which it did! There was this gross and yukky smelly stuff all over the house! Thumber did eventually stop chewing my boxes [actually every time she got in my boxes after the pus incident I would chase her out]! Thumber hated having it cleaned daily and would run a hide hoping that mommy couldn't find her...stupid kid...Mommy always knows where we are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day Thumber and I were put in the car again and I was worried that we were going to the "smelly place with the man who hurts you" and instead we found ourselves in a really big place with lots of room to run and play in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy said this was our new home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All about Me...part 6" will be about my new home...oh and Thumber's also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2264336621024250989-6161652772778696191?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6161652772778696191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=6161652772778696191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6161652772778696191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6161652772778696191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-all-about-mepart-5.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 5'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtMrSPKqK8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/PNyKNAzKEW0/s72-c/thummer7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-1191834869269170516</id><published>2007-08-25T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:01:42.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtBNUPKqKiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/atjW7M-n_QM/s1600-h/thumer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102663387874732578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtBNUPKqKiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/atjW7M-n_QM/s400/thumer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Continuing with my saga [as mommy calls it] I left off where this big orange and white cat comes to live with us. The boy human, BillyRoo, moved back in with us and brought his cat with him. Mommy said that BillyRoo had a job far away and needed a home for his cat, Thummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thummer was a big boy cat and he had big feet! One day my mommy showed me his paws and I saw that they didn't look like mine! He had an extra toe pad on the side of his leg and mommy said that made him a "polydactyle" meaning he had 6 toes on all of his feet. She called it his thumb? This made him look real strange and I got to feel the bigness by how hard he would hit me with those big feet! Mommy was always breaking up our fights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtBNEvKqKhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IwZhWOSlDP0/s1600-h/thumbpaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102663121586760210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtBNEvKqKhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IwZhWOSlDP0/s400/thumbpaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never liked Thummer cause he was always trying to wrestle me like the outside boy cats used to do and he would also leave his smell all over the house. This made mommy angry! She told BillyRoo that if he wasn't going to get his cat fixed [whatever that meant] he had to go outside. I was hoping for the outside part!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside he went...yipee! He didn't come in the house too often after that, except for when BillyRoo would come home and to eat. Mommy said that he wasn't a good mouse catcher and that he preferred the wrestling than to earning his way[what ever that meant] by keeping the rodent population down!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtBPXfKqKjI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mmI66yaQO94/s1600-h/IM002068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102665642732562994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtBPXfKqKjI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mmI66yaQO94/s400/IM002068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Thummer was in the house he would steal my blankets and spend most of the day sleeping it away! The Daddy human liked this a lot because Thummer liked doing what he liked doing the most...sleeping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thummer would sometimes stay away for a couple of days and this would make mommy worry about him...which was crazy as far as I was concerned...he always showed up after awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until this one time...the daddy human came into the house with sad news...Thummer got hit on the highway and was now dead! I never really wanted him to die! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The news made mommy really sad and made her feel bad that he had to go outside, against BillyRoos wishes for him not to. Poor BillyRoo had to bury him and mommy attended cause she liked Thummer also! Mommy said that Thummer has a nice new resting place under the trees where BillyRoo used to have his "fort" when he was little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye....Thummer&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtBal_KqKkI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8PXWWRI8vfk/s1600-h/thumer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102677986468571714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtBal_KqKkI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8PXWWRI8vfk/s400/thumer1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy said that Thummer left his legacy [whatever that means] in the population of the cats out in the yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day she found that one of my kittens was a mommy also and that one of the kittens born to her was a "poldactyle"! When it was old enough to be away from her mommy, my mommy brought her in to stay with us and become an indoor cat! She called her "Thumber" and she was my great, great grand daughter and Thummer's daughter! What was so great about that? Now I have to share my mommy with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mommy says I got to write about her...so I'll start with just a picture that mommy says is real cute?&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtC0gvKqKlI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ffVXboWQcHs/s1600-h/thumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102776852320758354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtC0gvKqKlI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ffVXboWQcHs/s400/thumber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So stay tuned for part 5...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2264336621024250989-1191834869269170516?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1191834869269170516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=1191834869269170516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/1191834869269170516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/1191834869269170516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-all-about-mepart-4.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 4'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RtBNUPKqKiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/atjW7M-n_QM/s72-c/thumer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-5423250649868693915</id><published>2007-08-23T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:05:39.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>I Just have to tell the world that I have two new friends and they are Blue from &lt;a href="http://ifonlyifonlyid.blogspot,com/"&gt;http://ifonlyifonlyid.blogspot,com&lt;/a&gt; and Jackson from&lt;a href="http://jacksonsworld-jackson.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jacksonsworld-jackson.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; they left comments for me on my site! Blue is a human friend and Jackson is a wire fox terrier...you know...a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I said that I didn't like "dogs who got into my face" but he doesn't count as he lives far away across the ocean in the UK [where ever that is?] and can't get into my face and there is NO WAY my mommy will get on a plane [what ever that is?] and fly there! I know I can't fly cause I don't have wings! We will be keyboard pals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue even wrote about me in her blog to you all must go and read about me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG MEOW WELCOME to my new friends!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-5423250649868693915?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5423250649868693915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=5423250649868693915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/5423250649868693915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/5423250649868693915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-3875325510968554822</id><published>2007-08-23T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T07:39:37.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 3</title><content type='html'>Finally I was old enough and bigger that my mommy let me go outside! That was pretty scary for me! Mommy and I would go for a walk around the yard and she would keep the other cats away from me...they were the scary things! I loved exploring the best! There was grass and bugs to eat, trees to climb, things to chase...it was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After awhile she let me go out by myself and that's when the other cats learned to leave me alone! They tried picking on me but I stood up for myself and they saw how sharp my teeth and claws are. They even learned to run away when they saw me coming! I was boss of the yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also found out that I only like boy cats when I start feeling crazy...something makes me go nuts! I liked wrestling with them! But one day I noticed I was getting fatter and my tummy made me waddle a lot! Not too long after that I was having these pains and I wanted to find a safe box to hide in. Mommy must have known what I was thinking cause she gave me a real nice box that had a soft blanket in it. That box made me feel better but not long after that the pains in my tummy got worse! They hurt so bad that I thought I needed the dirt box but I didn't want to leave my comfy box. Then there was this big pain and I just had to go when all of a sudden this thing came out of my butt area...it was all wiggly and something in me told me to clean it...so I did! While this happening my mommy and boy human [BillyRoo] were all excited! They were oohing and awing while this was happening to me...crazy humans! The little wiggly thing was a baby me...humans called it a kitten? Well, this happened to me 5 times and then they started to suck on my boobies and it felt so good that I fell asleep cause I was so tired after all of that messy stuff! My mommy said that I was now a mommy and that I had to look after those things called kittens! I loved all of them...but couldn't tell them apart cause they were all black! Here's a picture of me and my babies...mommy liked putting them outside the box after they were old enough to they could learn to more around more...this only made me worry more!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rs2Wz_KqKaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/NA2XXCjNgFM/s1600-h/sukibaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101899772754274722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rs2Wz_KqKaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/NA2XXCjNgFM/s320/sukibaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my babies were old enough and didn't need me anymore they went outside to live. After awhile I forgot about them and them me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this happened to me one more time and I knew just what to do...this time I had 5 more babies [again] and they were all white! These ones Mommy said looked just like me and she said that they were Siamese crosses also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this happening mommy decided that she didn't want any more kittens so she took me to a weird smelling place and left me there? That was a scary place and the man human poked me with this sharp thing that made me go to sleep and the next thing I remember was waking up to pain and throwing up! I needed my mommy! Finally she showed up and took me out of there! I was sick on the ride back to our place and mommy had a nice soft box for me the lay in! After that I didn't like to wrestle with boy cats anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was always the boss outside until the outside cats started to have babies and then the mommy cats got really mean! They were acting like Meanie did all of the time and every time I would go outside they would drive me out of the yard. There was an empty building across the road from us and I liked to go there and it had lots of living play toys that tasted pretty good also! So when the cats drove me away I would go there and stay out all night. Sometimes my mommy would come and get me and take me back home. She didn't like me going there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day this boy cat came to live in our house and he was an indoor cat...I didn't like him! My mommy said this cat was BillyRoo's cat and they came to stay for good!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rs2bYfKqKbI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/u1wMy7oFKg0/s1600-h/thumer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101904797866011058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rs2bYfKqKbI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/u1wMy7oFKg0/s320/thumer3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy says she need the computer so when you come back I will tell you the story of "Thummer"...the cat with the big feet!&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/2264336621024250989-3875325510968554822?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3875325510968554822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=3875325510968554822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/3875325510968554822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/3875325510968554822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-all-about-mepart-3.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 3'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/Rs2Wz_KqKaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/NA2XXCjNgFM/s72-c/sukibaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-6622685966140419730</id><published>2007-08-22T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T13:13:43.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>IT'S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyXnfKqKXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dSqRmGB5jzI/s1600-h/sukiby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101619182540826994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyXnfKqKXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dSqRmGB5jzI/s320/sukiby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day after Meanie and Me got to our new home we spent most of it looking around. It was strange not having our mommies around but I just love my new human mommy. I follow her everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanie is not too happy being here...last night we slept in a strange thing called a box and we got closed up in a room that wasn't like our barn [it smelled nicer] and there were no cows around...which I kind of like cause nothing will step on me. I wonder where the cows are? Although my new Mommy nearly stepped on me cause I like hiding under that long thing she wears! I don't know why I always want to be around her but I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new mommy gave me a new name and she calls me Suki...she says my full name is Sukiyama but I like Suki better...cause it sounds familiar to me like I've heard it before? Our new mommy didn't change Meanie's name cause she says that it suits her...I wonder why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy wasn't to happy with Meanie cause she says that she keeps peeing everywhere except in the dirt box. I like the dirt box better cause then I can hide where I've been and nobody gets mad at me like they do to Meanie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have some neat things to play with and they smell really good! My mommy calls them toys? Meanie always wants to take my toys away from me and even beats me up when I don't let her. She always gets her own way cause she's bigger than me and can be really bad to me when she is angry which seems to be all of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day a new female human came into our house and said that she really liked Meanie! My mommy said that she could have her cause she didn't like Meanie's attitude...whatever that meant? She picked Meanie up and for the first time I heard Meanie purring...she really liked that new human and never tried to bite her like she did everyone else. This new human even gave Meanie a new name...she called her "Cruella Deville"...Crue for short. Meanie left with that human and I never saw her for a long time after that and when I did I didn't know her any more and we always growled at each other! Crue also became an outdoor cat and my mommy took me to Crue's new place to visit once and I got to see where all the cows went cause she now lives on a new farm. I heard later [after a couple of years] that Crue died trying to give birth to her 3rd batch of kittens...poor Crue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mommy spent a lot of time in one room that had lots of boxes in it...she called it her "work" room. I liked that room cause I could hide in these boxes and mommy would throw toys in them for me to find. Sometimes I would scare her by touching her leg when ever she stood by my boxes or pop out when she was trying to get something out of the full ones.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyPMvKqKOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Gok8nIIMjXA/s1600-h/Scan0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101609926886303970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyPMvKqKOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Gok8nIIMjXA/s320/Scan0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyPy_KqKQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9M8eJU5B2iU/s1600-h/sukiby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101610584016300290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyPy_KqKQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9M8eJU5B2iU/s320/sukiby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't I look cute here? Mommy always had an extra chair in her room and I spent sleeping on it. I liked my mommy's chair the best and whenever she got off of it I would jump up on it and make myself comfy. This of course bugged my mommy cause she always had to put me down. I don't know why cause I was only keeping it warm for her!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyRovKqKRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/teUvVi7Nucg/s1600-h/suki6mA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101612606945896722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyRovKqKRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/teUvVi7Nucg/s320/suki6mA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyR0fKqKSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/d3fg4YaCDLc/s1600-h/sukiby4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101612808809359650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyR0fKqKSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/d3fg4YaCDLc/s320/sukiby4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyR_PKqKTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/u52XWPVrPh0/s1600-h/suki6mB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101612993492953394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyR_PKqKTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/u52XWPVrPh0/s320/suki6mB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've noticed my face has changed. In the above pictures my face is mostly grey with a white space just before my ears and my tail has stripes? As I got older I lost the white space and my tail is no longer striped...my mommy says that because of my genes...I don't wear genes so what's she talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My most favorite time of the year is Halloween and Xmas cause that's when my mommy takes out all of her toys and puts them all over the house for me to play with. Although she says that I'm not supposed to play with them...but what she doesn't know after she goes to bed doesn't hurt her! After all she's always playing with my toys when we play together so why can't I play with hers when she plays with her toys? The one thing she does let me do is play in the paper after they tear them off the boxes at Xmas and I can also play in the boxes...I have so much fun! Then they ruin it all by doing something that they call "cleaning"...this is a confusing times for me also. I hate it when she has to put all of her toys away!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyWGfKqKUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/88y7gQbRL3c/s1600-h/xm2000-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101617516093516098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyWGfKqKUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/88y7gQbRL3c/s320/xm2000-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyWYPKqKVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/bpzHZNZfBQ0/s1600-h/xm2000-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101617821036194130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyWYPKqKVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/bpzHZNZfBQ0/s320/xm2000-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyXOPKqKWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/CbTv8FQSjXQ/s1600-h/xm2001-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101618748749130082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyXOPKqKWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/CbTv8FQSjXQ/s320/xm2001-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how my fur has changed by the next Xmas? A my mommy says that it's strange how I am darker in the winter than in the summer...I haven't noticed the difference...it all tastes the same to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go now so Mommy can get back to work...got to stop wasting time...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2264336621024250989-6622685966140419730?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6622685966140419730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=6622685966140419730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6622685966140419730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6622685966140419730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-all-about-mepart-2.html' title='IT&apos;S ALL ABOUT ME...Part 2'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsyXnfKqKXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dSqRmGB5jzI/s72-c/sukiby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-477546763165122867</id><published>2007-08-20T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:18:27.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>ITS ALL ABOUT ME...Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsmvNvKqKAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/HkUa7ZZMAu4/s1600-h/sukiby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100800703508129794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsmvNvKqKAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/HkUa7ZZMAu4/s320/sukiby3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took a long time to scrape up some photos of me when I was little because Mommy QoH is still in the process of unpacking and there is lots of boxes to go through to find anything and waiting on other humans to get her the other photos that were given to the other human that used to live here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one makes me look wacky but it's how I looked at 8 weeks and this is my curious look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now start my story which begins on a farm near Fleet Alta. I was born to a litter of 3 and one of my brothers didn't live very long. That left me and my sister. My human mommy called us Eenie and Meanie, me being Eenie. She actually name my sister first cause she was so mean to everybody...not my human...my sister! We were born in the loft of what my humans call a garage and there was lots of room to play. But was also a dangerous place and if you got too close to the doorway you could fall out and that is just what happened to my brother...falling out means you don't come back! One day my mommy Cuddles moved my sister and me to a place they call the barn and we didn't have to worry about that doorway any more. I don't like moving too much as it hurts and mommy had to grab us around the neck and carry us there...that wasn't nice at all! But we had lots or room to play after that and we didn't have to worry about no doorway to fall out of. We did have to worry about these big animals that my human called cows cause they didn't watch where they put their feet and I almost got stepped on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my human mommy cause she liked to pick me up if I meowed at her long enough and carry me around so I could see what she was doing...she said she should have called me nosy...what ever that means...I'm just curious and I need to know what everyone is doing...that's all! My sister Meanie didn't like being carried around too much and that was okay with me...we didn't like the Man human cause he said that there was too many cats around here and that they should get rid of us...we stayed away from him. Meanie and I had to watch out for the daddy cats cause they were mean to us also and we would run and hide if they came around. We got pretty good at hiding! The boy human was okay and liked to play with us sometimes when he wasn't busy but we would only let our human mommy pick us up! They had a dog that liked to chase us and if we got caught he would slobber all over us and I hate having to clean myself after that cause he taste awful...I don't like dogs too much...they scare me and there always barking at nothing! I don't like being there toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My human mommy like to play in the place she called her garden and Meanie and I would play with her. We would hide behind these plants she was playing with and jump out and try to scare her...I liked hearing her laugh! Sometimes she wasn't too happy with us if we did it too much or jumped on those things she was playing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we saw this big machine stop at her garden and we both ran to hide cause we didn't know who it was and we had learned that some humans aren't nice...especially the little humans! First this female human got out and was walking down talking to my human mommy, something about her made me feel like I knew her but how could I when I never saw her before. Then the boy human got out and I felt like I knew who they were! I decided that I would check them out and left Meanie who wanted to keep hiding. I couldn't keep from running up to them...the feeling I got was too strong and they made me feel happy. I don't know why...they just did! I ran up to the boy and I let him pick me up! He felt so good that he made me purr...something I only did when my human mommy petted me. He carried me to the other human and she wanted to hold me also and I let her. That surprised my human mommy because I don't normally let strangers touch me? But these didn't feel like strangers to me...somehow knew them! Even Meanie let them hold her [when she finally came out of hiding] and that made it even more strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My human mommy carried us to the big machine, gave us both a big kiss [she did that a lot] and the next thing I knew we were sitting on this boys lap and we were now inside. I wasn't scared at all...cause they made me feel like I was at home and for once Meanie wasn't complaining either! The loud noise scared us at first and then we started moving. I felt so happy to be there and the boy felt so nice and warm that my sister and I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew we weren't moving anymore and the boy carried us into a big building that we hadn't seen before but it felt like I knew this place cause I wasn't scared. Meanie was and she peed on the floor as soon as the boy put her down! I had to go also but something about the place told me that peeing wasn't allowed inside and I wanted to go downstairs. Why...I don't know? Somehow I felt that I'd been here before! I was right because there was a place for me to pee in downstairs...that even surprised my new mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I was home...again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to stop talking so she can get to work....so I'll be back as soon as she lets me again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-477546763165122867?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/477546763165122867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=477546763165122867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/477546763165122867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/477546763165122867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-all-about-mepart-1.html' title='ITS ALL ABOUT ME...Part 1'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHbeKLooBo8/RsmvNvKqKAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/HkUa7ZZMAu4/s72-c/sukiby3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264336621024250989.post-6699703859992465208</id><published>2007-08-13T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T11:39:21.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Time'/><title type='text'>FINALLY...MY OWN BLOG</title><content type='html'>My mom, Queen of Halloween [QoH], got my human-sister [PoD] to set up a place where I can finally have my say! I figured my continual meowing would drive her nuts enough to get my turn on this thing she calls a blog...cause she really doesn't know what's going on in my head and I want to set the world straight ABOUT EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I want everyone to know that my name is Sukiyama but you can call me Suki! Baby Doodie is my mom's pet name for me and that was the only name the blogger accepted! Seems there is a lot of Suki's out there and I'm number one as far as I'm concerned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to let every cat out there know that I'm ready to complain/praise about anything or any topic out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lots to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all...what do you expect from a Siamese Cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most siamese have a bad rep and I'm not one of them...I'm the nosy kind! I figure that if your talking...I need to be in the conversation and if you don't agree, then I will keep bugging you until you notice me! Anyone who is a nice person, I'll let them pick me up but if your a nasty person, I'll let you know also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PoD couldn't figure out how to change the history on me cause every time she tried QoH lost her info and mine appear instead...QoH wasn't to happy about that and they figured they'd keep hers instead. You think she'd be happy about bring 10 yrs old instead of the old age of 56! Granted she said that my age equaled hers in human years so what's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my next post I will give you more about me and my life history....cause I am one unusual cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all cats are welcome to visit and maybe even some nice dogs who like cats and need some hints on how to deal with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2264336621024250989-6699703859992465208?l=babysuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6699703859992465208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2264336621024250989&amp;postID=6699703859992465208&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6699703859992465208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2264336621024250989/posts/default/6699703859992465208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysuki.blogspot.com/2007/08/finallymy-own-blog.html' title='FINALLY...MY OWN BLOG'/><author><name>Queen of Halloween</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807364278129253054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
