My lovely friend Richard’s bday was last week and here is my official: Happy B-Day! Wishing you sunshine, romance, love, happiness, success, frienships and most of all fun. And just look how cute that Richard is. If you want a date with him, just email me. Only hot, smart and sophistimaceted human women should apply… 
It’s been a cold weekend and I have been sleeping most of the time. March and thus, Spring is just around the corner, but it certainly does not feel like it. If you don’t know yet, March is also my bday month. This year, my birthday will only be half as much fun, because B will be in Germany and thus, not be able to celebrate with me. I am a bit sad about it, but I hope that Kip, who is taking care of me while she is gone, will have a little party for me. I am hoping for a large bowl of greenies and a special belly rub. Have I told you that I got one big present already? It’s is the most amazing kitten carrier ever. It looks like a Burberry and B tried to sell it to me as one, but I know better. There is no way that she could afford a Burberry kitten carrier for me. Nevertheless, I am grateful. There are so many open compartments that allow me to look outside and a soft bottom where I can snuggle. B is really the best human one little kitten can have. I should be a bit nicer to her and not be such a rebel anymore at night.
I think I am entering my terrible “two’s”, which in itself is funny, because I have two more weeks to go till my 2nd birthday. But the symptoms are obvious. I get all riled up at night when it is time to go to bed. I pounce onto my human while she tries to fall asleep, I have the urge to play when the sun sets, I pretend to chase monsters by running up and down the hallway, I imagine to be a mountain cat while climbing up the pretty curtains we have in the bedroom and I posture wailing my tail in the air when B starts telling me to be quiet. I don’t know what it is, but I have the urge to be the queen of the house, wanting B to follow my lead instead of me following hers. Then, when I finally settle down and try to sneak under the covers, my little toes are so called that I rub them against B. Of course, she hates that. In the morning I am so tired and I can hardly get up to say Goodbye to B when she leaves to work.
I have been trying so hard to surpress this urge for supremacy, but something in me tells me to play this all out and act. I am hoping it will go way once my bday passes. Otherwise, B will probably put me on some ADA prescriptions for kittens.
I have spent most of the weekend being jealous about a new picture that appeared last Friday on the mantlepiece of the fireplace. Jealous and angry that another kitten is held in such high esteem that it deserves to be framed with MY human and put on a very prominant place in the most sacred of all rooms - the bedroom. There it is placed right next to a picture of Eric and B, a picture of Kara and Anshul, a picture of Mama and Papa Schellenberg. B says that I should not be jealous. That I am still her favorite. That since I actually live here, there is no need to have a picture of me and her up anywhere. I guess she has a little bit of a point there and there is actually a picture of me and Kip. But another kitten? I may have not had such strong reactions to a dog picture. But we are talking here feline competition. Doesn’t B know that all female kittens have a very strong sense of ownership. How can she just ignore that?
Well, the picture has not come down after two days of me acting neglected and angry. I have withdrawn support to warm feet and backs and have selected to sleep on the sofa instead of the bed. But the picture is still there. Maybe I have no other choice than to accept it. Well, I could push it down and break it tomorrow when B is at work, but likely she will blame me when she gets home. The worst thing of all this is that it is a picture of another very beloved kitten, a kitten she has petted and cared for when it was sick. A kitten that B likes very much. It is Puff or Mr. Meowy Face as he is called in Cali. An older male kitten who belongs to Kip’s family and with whom he has grown up. In the end Puff won’t be really able to take B away from me due to distance and in fact, Kip now spends more time with me as well. So, I guess I should put my jealousy in the drawer. Jealousy… schmealousy! Maybe I lay next to the picture tomorrow. That spot on the fireplace mantle is after all one of the best seats in the house.
This has to be a fake picture? Is the cat wearing a suit? I think so, because no one’s belly has this one color.
BTW: The run-off dog I talked about yesterday is still missing. I hope she is ok.
Check this out -> http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/02/16/missing.dog/index.html
A whippet named Bohem C’est La Vie snuck out of her transportation box at the NYC airport while en route to a kennel show in Cali. The police was called and they even used a helicopter to locate Bohem (I am skipping the rest if her name because it is stupid and way too long.). Bohem was seen in the wetlands around the airport, but could not be caught. I say “Yeah” for Bohem. She probably was so sick of being a beauty queen, sick of being flown around in big airplanes, sick of not being able to eat what she wanted and sick of not being allowed to grow out her hair. Finally, she had enough and now she is roaming the wetlands. This is pretty courageous, because Bohem probably has no idea how to gather food and find a warm sleeping place. The temperature is good right now and I hope Bohem will learn her way around the wetlands before it gets snowy and cold again. I also hope that once she is found, her owners will recognize that Bohem does not want to be a show dog anymore. Brave, brave Bohem!
Today is the big day - my date with Max. See, he replied positively to my valentine’s wish. Oh, I bet you believers of chivalry are so upset right now, because this proves that girl kittens should go after what they want. I was forward and I succeeded. What a super dooper good feeling that is!
If all goes well tonight, Max and I will be smooching the night away. B is going to be busy till after 10pm and this will give me a chance to indulge in my Valentine fantasy. I think there is a big gift basket designated for me with catnip and toys and a big red rose. For dinner, I will make Max a wonderful plate of my favorite food - salmon bites and greenies. Greenies are yummy, even if they look funny. Afterwards, I hope that we will play chase and that I can show Max how fun it is to climb up the curtains. I will be a fabulous and delightful date. I will ask Max about himself, offer subtle opinions and make him feel like a real kitten man. I know how to treat my men. 
Well, I hope you will have as much as I am tonight. If not, try to remember it next year and pick a better boy or girl, no matter if they are human or feline. Happy V-day, y’all!
We got so much snow. I like watching it come down, but when B brought some in, I ran away. It is just too cold. And despite the warm hat, I did not shovel….
Four more days to Valentine’s Day and I yet have to find a date. It is not easy to find one when you are locked in a Cambridge apartment all day and you can only use the internet to “solicit” other kittens. B said that a girl kitten should not ask a boy kitten out, but rather wait until she is asked. I think that is silly and stupid. I should be able to go out and get the one I want. (In the end that is what B did with her man.) So, I emailed Max, who is Renee’s kitten. He is a big man already, but still quite young and from what I heard very charming. I emailed him last night, by using this cute “Send Valentine’s” feature on Friendster. No news yet and I wonder if he just not had the time to read my request or if I should feel rejected. I tend to think that I am quite the catch, but in the end, I never really understood boys and their decision seem so unnatural to me. So, in case, Max does not write back, if you know of any cute boy kitten that is kind, intelligent (no someone who chases after a fake mouse on a stick), appreciates fine food (no “Meow Mix” eaters, please), does not take drugs (this includes catnip) and knows how to treat a kitten lady (cat chivalry is appreciated), please let me know. Kisses from me may be included in the Valentine’s date! (And please, don’t mention this to B or I will have to listen to another let-the-boy-cat-ask-you-out lecture.)
You would think that I am the one that needs the taken care of in my relationship with B. But, I gotta tell you, sometimes this is not the case. For example: Last night, B started to read Calvin and Hobbes. (Of course, she would read that. It is about a boy and his imaginary tiger friend. Sorta comparable to me and her, except that I am quite alive, even if I am much smaller than a tiger.) There is a part in the comic strip where Calvin is so scared of monsters that he demands that his parents look under his bed. They do not, because they think he is silly. But Calvin is so scared that he imagines all these big monsters coming to eat him. The pictures are quite graphic (even though, I think human grown ups should be able to handle a little fright). Well, B got a little shaky and demanded that I get out from under the cover and look under the bed. What a silly girl? I stayed right put, because it was freezing in the apartment last night and I am not willing to feed into her fears. Today, while she is at work, I will hide that comic somewhere. There is no reason for a kitten to go through this every night.
