Big world, small paws!

I am excited because B signed up for Blockbuster on-line today.  That means that we will be getting DVDs, which, if you would know if you had been to our pad, need to be played on a laptop.  This is because B has a TV from 1996 - a graduation gift to herself - that lacks the technology to connect to a DVD player.  Isn’t that lame?  Well, it may be lame, but it is good for me, because if the movies are seen on a laptop, it will most likely happen in bed.  And that, my feline and human friends, is the ideal spot for a tired tyrant like myself.  I can cuddle myself between Kip and B and purrr to my kitten heart’s delight.  I just hope that the movies in the queue are quiet love stories.  I just really hate anything with loud and unexpected noises.

By the way, Kip has been barred from the selection.  Point of reference below:

Boyfriend Not To Be Trusted With Netflix Queue

July 26, 2006       
    | Issue 42•30
           

ANN
ARBOR, MI—Area resident Megan Sands announced Tuesday that her
boyfriend, medical student Nick Kanis, would no longer be permitted to
make unsupervised decisions concerning her Netflix queue. "I just
checked it this morning, and Nick had added Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo to
the list of films we supposedly want to watch," Sands, 25, said. "When
I asked him about it, he said, ‘Well, didn’t you see the first one?’ I
don’t even know how to answer that question." Barring a sudden password
change or queue adjustment, Irish Jam, a 2006 comedy starring
Eddie Griffin as an L.A. rapper who beguiles an entire village in
Ireland, is slated to arrive in the couple’s mailbox on Thursday.

I’d like to think that all your animal lovers would do this if your pet was in danger.  B, would you?

I got a very nice email from a girl yesterday. She said that she likes my blog and that I offer a very different perspective on things. Well, I am flattered and if I did not have that much hair in my little kitten face, I would really blush. I thanked her for her email and told her that she can come by anytime my house for some kitten purring and mouse playing. I sure hope, she will take me up on the offer.

I got to hang out with Kip last night. As you know he went away last weekend and we girls had a “phat” time. But there is really nothing that can replace Kip’s soft hands and the way he pets my back. I just love that human boy - the only human boy! I am really looking forward to him taking care of me when B and her clan are going to Cali. Kip and I will have seven days to snuggle, play and eat greenies.

Unlike B, who gets easily bored when I play, Kip actually participates in my games. We run around the house and he chases me, then he rubs my belly and pushes the ball for me. He is very sweet.

B can be a bit rough with me. She likes to throw me on the bed, because she thinks I like to fly. How stupid is that? Have you ever known a kitten that would like to fly? I mean, we literally get motion sick and we like solid surfaces. But I think this rough housing is just part of B being German. I heard that Germans are a little more brutish in their behavior. Maybe I should talk to her. She does have have a bit of a strong head, though, and will probably be in a bad mood if I tell her. Ok, I will be teh adult and just suck this rough-housing up.

B and I are having a girl weekend.  It is so much fun to just spend time with each other.  Don’t get me wrong, we both love feline and human boys, but every once in a while you need to just be with the same sex.  Kip went to VT this weekend and while we miss his "snoring", we girls have been spending lots of time in the bed, watching movies, reading and napping.  I get the right side of the bed all to myself.  Yeah!

Toby came by to visit yesterday, but B said that if we really want a girl weekend, I should not invite him in.  So, I told him to come back on Monday.  Ha!

Have I told you that I ate my first bug this morning?  Now, that the rain stopped all the bugs are coming out again and I found one near the window.  I played with it for a little while and then I smacked it really hard with my paw.  B says that such behavior is cruel, but I read once that bugs don’t really have a brain.  So, in my opinion it is not cruel if they don’f even know what is going on.  Well, after it laid all smashed up on the floor, I licked it up.  B watched the whole thing and came running over, screaming that I should drop it.  But Kip told me once that there is lots of protein in bugs and that protein is good for little kittens like me.  I cannot say that I enjoyed eating the bug - it was really tasteless and B’s fuzziness over the issue took all the fun out of it.  Maybe I should try fo other sources of protein.

I am so relieved that temperature dropped by 20 degrees today.  Last night I got really sick from the heat and had a little accident on the living room floor.  I was so embarrassed about it that I tuck my tail between my hind legs and silently walked into the bedroom.  I thought B would be upset with me and demand me cleaning up the mess.  Instead, she came into the bedroom, picked me up, laid me down on the bed and rubbed my belly.  It felt so good.  When she left for yoga, I was sad.

Upon her return, the electricity went out in our house and we had to eat our dinner by candle light.  It was pretty romantic, but the food was cold, as we could not use a microwave.  Then we read by candle light.  It was pretty painful and so we went to bed early.  It was so hot, though.  I tried to find the co oles spot in the house, but whenever I laid down my belly started to seat immediately.  So, I got up and moved to a new spot.  The electricity came back around midnight and B got to turn on the AC.  We spent another night in the living room.

All this heat has left me tired and worn out.  I really have to force myself to drink my daily water rations.  But B urged me to do it, so I won’t get sick.  I think with today’s temperature drop we will sleep better and I will be back to my feisty self tomorrow.  Hope you all are staying cool!

Not only did I get an error message when I clicked on posting a new blog entry this morning, I was also annoyed at the fact that it is still like 100000000 million degrees outside and inside.  Unlike dogs, I cannot pant and thus, cool myself.  Instead, I have to stretch out and make myself really long to disperse body heat.  B has been laughing at me when she gets home, because I lay on the floor with my paws stretched out in the back and front and keeping my eyes closed.  She says that I look like a dead kitten - "Just a piece of kitten meat and fur". 

Last night we finally installed the AC in the living room and B made herself a bed there.  She closed the door to the rest of the house to keep the cool air in one place, but I needed out.  Kittens like me can feel a bit claustrophobic and even a cool room will not make up for that.  Nevertheless, we snuggled a while on the camp bed she made herself and then went to sleep.  I must have woken up every hour because I was feeling so hot and sweaty.  I tried to sneak back into the living room, but the door was shut tight.  I whined and scratched the door and was finally let in by a very unhappy B.  This morning I got an earful about not daring to wake her up again.  She tried to tell me that she needs her sleep so she can make us money.  Tsk!  This "making money" thing is really getting on my nerves.  It is not like I eat a whole bunch of food.  And I try to keep clean.

Well, it is supposed to cool down for tomorrow.  Hopefully, that will calm my lovely human down.  The heat makes her and me a little aggravated.

Life has become less exciting now that the world cup is over.  I surf the channels in search for Klinsman, Lahm, Klose, Schweinsteiger, Podi… but nothing.  B told me that American TV shows more sport fishing on average than soccer.  So sad!  It does not help that it has been raining for days again and B is not taking me outside for a discovery of bugs and birds.  What else can a little do than sob and moan?

I wonder what all those soccer players do now that the game is over.  Zidane has been explaining himself on TV and in the press, but what about the others.  Maybe the Germans are getting massages, eat Bratwurst and Sauerkraut, maybe they are out buying new cars from their 100.000 Euro salary, maybe diamon rings for their girl friends.  I bet you, though, that they nap alot now.  All that running after the ball must make you so tired.  I get already tired running up and down the hallway twice.  What would I give to snuggle up to Lahm under the covers!  Hehehehehe…  I better stop writing so I won’t get in trouble with the B.

I love the Chinese Backstreet Boyz, but lipsynching to this one shows that they cannot form German words with their lips.  So funny to watch!  B says that this song was very popular in Germany.  Don’t tell her, but I always thought the Germans are a bit cookoo.

B just told me that the DFB (Deutscher Fussball-Bund) confirmed late today that Herr Klinsmann will not extend his contract as the trainer of the German national soccer team.  It does not give any additional information, but I am wondering if Klinsi decided to go with the American team.  Wow, that would be a total upset for the Germans.  Or maybe he is totally whipped by his wife, who apparently, does not care much about living in Germany.  In either case, he would probably have to return his German passport.