tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13784552011-09-05T22:54:41.678-07:00Angry SiameseBuddy's BlogTerrienoreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-825194882002-10-04T08:39:00.000-07:002002-10-04T08:39:30.106-07:00Some scenes from Japanese kittenhood -- but everyone knows those old clamshell iBooks are old school. I'd be using a nice new snow iBook like mom...but I wouldn't hang out in the bathroom with it.Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-755071752002-04-17T08:25:00.000-07:002002-05-29T18:20:44.000-07:00Fup confides, "They say the first oboe was carved to mimic Ah Choo's song — slippery as a bird's, but fuller, richer, rounder. Still today, the oboe's sound fills birds with an awful, unnamable dread." The Powell's bookstore cats have a much more literary web site than mine. They know why birds are so tantilizing, too.Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-752907572002-04-11T10:03:00.000-07:002002-04-11T10:03:59.000-07:00Sure, it's ok if they snuggle up and then end up wrestling, disturbing us as we try to sleep. But if little bro and I do that, we get yelled at and kicked out of bed. Of course, Scout's attraction to his sock is a little weird.Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-109112392002-03-19T15:53:00.000-08:002002-03-19T15:53:40.090-08:00I was able to drive the dog away. But I am very concerned that he might still be hanging around the neighborhood. I must get outside to be sure! Perhaps if I completely destroy the blinds in the house and tear up the bottom of the back door, they'll relent. I promise not to get into a fight and run up hundreds in vet bills this time. Really!Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-101226112002-02-25T16:51:00.000-08:002002-02-25T16:55:46.000-08:00Now it appears they have sent their dog here to live with us. It wasn't THAT much of an alliance! It doesn't help that he gets to go outside all the time and I don't. Dumb dog. Can't even use a litter box. And when I try to use mine, he wanders over to try to see what I'm doing. How rude! A little privacy, please! Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-86945552002-01-14T16:08:00.000-08:002002-01-14T16:08:15.970-08:00Well, those people with the dog have now created a miniature person, and the damned thing is a Black Hole for attention. When *I* shit on their clothes, it's yelling & screaming time; when the *kid* does it, it's like she just won the Nobel Prize. All of this, of course, forces a realignment of alliances, such that the dog is sort of on *our* side now. Weird! Still, she's pretty quiet.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765033366952806943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-71800702001-11-16T14:04:00.000-08:002001-11-16T14:04:46.760-08:00Dad got one of these -- it's sorta cool, but not as satisfying as digging claws into naked flesh.Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-67393752001-10-30T13:59:00.000-08:002001-10-30T13:59:03.090-08:00I guess I can be grateful that it's too late to order for Halloween. Though one of the beaded numbers might rattle enough to help with my sleep deprivation efforts. They still don't realize the full scope of my evil plot there, though I'm already able to go to stage 2 with mom (just in time for the rainy season, too!). When they're exhausted and are finally allowed to sleep, I sneak under the Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-67023142001-10-29T08:15:00.000-08:002001-10-29T08:15:08.303-08:00I'm still helping dad with his exercise program. He lays on the futon and holds his legs up about 6" as long as he can. I sit on his legs. I also continue the sleep-deprivation work, and li'l bro has joined in. "Siamese sandwich!" It is quite amusing sometimes, the positions we can force dad into between the two of us.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765033366952806943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-66391222001-10-26T10:54:00.000-07:002001-10-26T10:54:07.930-07:00Very nice...but shows a certain lack of maturity. Mind control is often much more effective when done in stealth mode. However, I've got to admit, this little guy shows lots of promise! (Tails up to CamWorld for the link -- and also for linking to my comic a couple of weeks ago!).Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-62939012001-10-12T12:25:00.000-07:002001-10-12T12:25:37.656-07:00Li'l bro is a pain in the ass. He's always starting shit, and then as soon as the Large Ones appear, he does the cute and innocent "Who, Me?" look. That's why I kick his ass around the house every night.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765033366952806943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-60586122001-10-02T08:49:00.000-07:002001-10-02T08:49:54.193-07:00I am helping dad to lose weight. Firstly, the sauna-like application when he is in the bed: I simply lay across as much of his legs as possible, holding the covers tightly around his body, so that he sweats on the order of pounds-per-minute. Secondly, sleep deprivation (see above). Thirdly, when all else fails, removing divots of flesh with claws... He doesn't seem to appreciate all I do Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765033366952806943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-48601942001-08-01T15:49:00.000-07:002001-08-01T15:49:37.063-07:00Dad should be home soon. However, I do not sense the nearing of the 'stang like I usually do. Therefore, I shall sing my newly composed song, "Lament and Protest Against Niku Corporation". It's true that it sounds pretty much like every other song I've ever done, but I think I've reached a new level of repetition and volume with this one. Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-43596342001-07-03T08:39:00.000-07:002001-07-03T08:39:16.016-07:00This blog is really lame and may disappear soon out of embarrassment.Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-43596292001-07-03T08:38:00.000-07:002001-07-03T08:38:35.966-07:00Is just a small piece of meat or a mushroom too much to ask for? After all I do for them... Ah, well, I suppose the 4:30 am wrestling matches on the bed with Scout will just have to continue. Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-39363762001-06-05T10:20:00.000-07:002001-06-05T10:20:53.810-07:00I know that little dog won't hurt me. In fact, he seems very friendly. But I can't help it; it's just not right for a dog to be in my house. Other cats might talk. I am a little curious about him, but I try to hide my interest as much as possible.Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-38868872001-06-01T09:00:00.000-07:002001-06-01T09:00:23.526-07:00There is a large evil noisy sucking monster that mom sometimes pushes around the house, and I hate it. Not only is it completely obnoxious, but it also removes all the hair and bits of cat litter that I have so carefully distributed around the house. I have been working diligently to destroy it by attempting to over-feed it. It seemed to be working...though mom still insisted on walking the Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-38445492001-05-29T09:39:00.000-07:002001-05-29T09:39:43.160-07:00Imprisoned, forever it seems. Other cats roam my yard while I am forced to nap inside the comfy house. I amuse myself in little ways, though. I've found new ways of tracking the no-track cat litter through the house. When Dad sits outside, I exercise my voice while serenading him with sweet songs. It's not so much that I want to go out...it's really more a matter of not wanting to be forced Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-33505002001-04-24T13:24:00.000-07:002001-04-24T13:34:47.980-07:00I'm getting really good at opening the kitchen cupboards, but still haven't figured out the large sliding door to freedom.Here's some very strange art. I've never seen an oyster shell that large.I'm not gonna do it.I may have to quite doing "Babe of the Week" -- the connection from the new house is too slow, and I only find a new babe every couple of months anyhow.Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-31877822001-04-13T08:39:00.000-07:002001-04-13T08:41:36.996-07:00The new place has mice, so all is not lost.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765033366952806943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-30918862001-04-06T09:26:00.000-07:002001-04-06T09:27:22.420-07:00The Large Ones have transported me, and all of our stuff, to another house. I think it's only temporary. They no longer provide the smoke I so desparately need inside the house, I can only watch them through the large transparent thing behind the blinds, as they completely waste the second-hand smoke. It makes me mad, and I complain.Scout has finally come out of hiding, and has now taken to Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765033366952806943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-29540112001-03-27T06:02:00.000-08:002001-03-27T06:03:53.660-08:00No Buddy, no cryNo Buddy, no cryNo Buddy, no cryNo Buddy, no cryDo you remember when you used to haveJust a little courtyard in a big townYou just observing the little birdsBut no other creatures to meetGood teeth you had ohGood teeth you've lost along the wayIt's a bright future but don't forget your pastSo stop your whining I sayNo Buddy, no cryNo Buddy, no cryAngry kitty, please don't whine noTerrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-28172592001-03-17T05:52:00.000-08:002001-03-17T06:05:33.430-08:00The plan:Wake up at about 4 AM.Stare at Scout -- eventually he will wake and be bothered by it enough to come over to lick my face.Attack Scout viciously and loudly; make sure it's within earshot of the bedroom but out of pillow-throwing range.The large ones will wake.Beat on the blinds and cry incessantly.If you have followed the instructions above carefully, they will be too tired to resist, Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-26094372001-03-02T19:31:00.000-08:002001-03-02T19:41:57.266-08:00My brother, Scout, is neurotic. Even the neighbor's chickens that visit our yard scare him. I've never seen such a jumpy insecure cat.Other times he's just gotta come around licking my face and following me around or sitting too close, his mind about as empty as a checkbook at the end of the month.He's claustrophobic and will do just about anything to have plenty of space from which to view Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-20729402001-01-22T08:02:00.000-08:002001-01-22T08:02:59.760-08:00The Large Ones, I find, have made some sort of conspiratorial pact to keep us in; however, when one of them is away, the other tends to weaken and let me out. Annoyingly, though, when I come back in, he immediately closes my window to hide his weakness from the other. Better than nothing, I suppose. They've also sprayed some noxious concoction on my tunnelling area AND on my amplifier, such Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765033366952806943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-16606882000-12-14T08:30:00.000-08:002000-12-14T08:30:38.190-08:00Finally, we were permitted to go outside for an afternoon this weekend. But my not-to-bright brother stayed out too late and got beat up himself. So now it's back to peeing in a box and trying to dig through the floor.Other than that, I've been napping, whining, purring, cuddling, and trying to train Scout to respect his elders.Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-16083252000-12-09T07:36:00.000-08:002000-12-09T07:36:32.860-08:00During the day, I am secretly (well, sometimes not so secretly) trying to tunnel under the front door. I've made good progress and almost have the carpet completely destroyed.Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-14653352000-11-25T19:41:00.000-08:002000-11-25T19:41:14.180-08:00Dad is home now, and HE won't let me out either.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765033366952806943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-13871142000-11-16T18:18:00.000-08:002000-11-16T18:18:48.220-08:00Started my day with the usual window-bashing. I still can't get the @#$#% thing open. Tried to open the back door also, but I think one needs to be taller for that. I realized today that if the window is not open when she-who-will-not-let-me-out leaves, it's not going to open at all. So today when I saw her heading out with her bag, I began a furious attempt to persuade her. She is cruel, Terrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378455.post-13788382000-11-15T19:34:00.000-08:002000-11-15T19:34:57.770-08:00This week has been only slightly less hellish than last; the only improvement is that my wounds are healing. However, Dad has gone off again and left me to suffer. The window does not open. I have tried many times to do-the-window-thing like the large ones, but I cannot open it. The blinds only fly wildly back and forth. I'm starting to give up...today I found myself aimlessly bashing the Terrienoreply@blogger.com