little bit my friend

hi

this is my friend little bit the cat she is warm and soft

i think we are related but i am not sure but i do know she is a republican which is good

when i first came to live here she did not like me at all and little bit ran away for some days

i felt horrible then she came back and we kissed and now we are the best of buddies

she makes me nervous somtimes when i am on the couch and she comes and lays next to me i have to go and grab a ball or a kong

her newest trick is drinking all the milk from mr hollister's cereal bowl in the morning i have so much less to clean i don't like it

i am the dog in charge of cleaning bowls i got even i chewed her cat toy bird's beak right off his face

i should bury that thing somewhere

gosh some fuzz

bye

I am Sheba

Hello dear readers.
I am Sheba. I felt compelled to defend the slanderous attack from my little canine cur Trouble. She would have me appear as a monster when in fact I am quite gentle (to gentle fur people and the like) and I am much smarter than that pee brain hyper active nit wit. Does she really think she can intimidate me with a bone she is "making into a dart?" Hearty cat laughter here! As far as bowling for cats, she simply made that up. She has never even come close to hitting me with her ball on purpose. As far as running me off to ingest MY snigger snags, true. Consider the following: a polite feline is enjoying her human given snigger snags when suddenly a rambunctious, barking, flea laden hair bag jumps in her face and barks with fury and halitosis! Sure, you would run too! What a shock!
I would like to close, dear reader, leaving you assured that I am not the horrible lion Trouble makes me out to be. I am cuddly, warm, clean and honest. In some remote region of my heart, I can tolerate that dog, but she is going to have to mellow out if she ever wants to attain the status of Tulip, the dog every fur person loves.
Love and purrs,
Sheba

sheba the cat

hi

this is the cat the hoomans call sheba so i call her sheba too she is mean

she reminds me of a mean sister hitting me all the time

i bark and bark at her but she obviously does not understand what i am saying she sits there and makes windy hissing sounds

i really do like sheba in some ways i can run her off and get her cat snigger snags

she lives in mr hollister's room on a carpeted pole apartment where her fude is sometimes i have been known to sneak up there and eat her food mr hollister whanged my nose with her fude bowl and said no so i don't do that anymore

sheba the cat doesn't roll on dead things i wonder why

gosh a kong

bye

my ball

hi
last night when mr hollister got home from work he wanted to throw my outside ball for me but i couldn't remember where i had left it
mr hollister went into the woods and found it he is my hero
i have a kong chewy thing that has a hole in the bottom where lovely mommy puts dog snicker snags when the hoomans want to go somewhere
i have a kong ball that lives inside and it is fun to run in the house and let it go it rolls fast and hard
i have aimed for the cat but so far i have missed her i call it bowling for cats
it is fun to get it all slimey with dog spit and make mr hollister throw it for me he says blah blah blah trouble blah blah i think that means he likes the ball slimey
i have my own tickle your nose water bowl and my fude bowl and many collars the green one is my favorite
gosh tulip the wonderdog
bye

the photo

hi

the hoomans gave me a camera to put on my collar and i must say i am quite a good picture taker

here is one looking at lovely mommy's truck called black beauty (it's a chevy - -yay) from one of my favorite spots down by the fire pit

i have many pictures of my nose and i think it's mr hollister's pant leg

hoomans are tall

i tried to take a picture of that gray squirrel who torments me but of course he would not stay still so i had to chase him up a tree

trees are tall

the camera is easy to break so i only wear it from time to time i hope to wear it again soon and get a sneaky picture of sheba the cat doing some evil thing and i will be able to use it against her

gosh a bug

bye

the bone

hi

every morning the hoomans have quite a ritual they drink coffee and mr hollister fixes his lunch then we all go to the couch to watch tv news

every time i get all settled down mr hollister shouts where is your bone

my bone is a dog toy bone made of a really really hard plasticy stuff and i have been gnawing on this one for months now

i have a secret agenda that the hoomans don't know

i have discovered (because i am smart) that if i chew the bone just right i can create a dart

so while they say nice white teeth trouble chew your bone brush your teeth i am building a cat weapon

this is what it looks like today

i am not sure when it will be ready to launch at a cat but i think soon it will be ready

gosh sheba the cat

bye

hello i'm trouble

hello i'm trouble the dog
i am a year and a half old and live with two hoomans and tulip the wonderdog and two cats more on the cats at a different time
my lovely mommy and mr hollister (the hoomans) tell me i am very smart i am too
i watch everything very closely and learn stuff
i can change blades on the mower and just the other day i learned how to take the electronic brain out of the stove
i help around the house by cleaning lovely mommy's bowls after mr hollister has eaten his cereal i even have a special bowl cleaning dance
so i have been watching the hoomans on this computer for long enough
now i want my own blog
i wonder if they will see it
gosh a squirrel
bye