Big world, small paws!

I am honestly not much of a baseball fan (B is literally been obsessed with the game the last two months.).  This is why:

1. It is too loud.
2. Someone is always screaming.
3. There are bats flying everywhere.
4. The boyz have cleats on.
5. There are too many commercial breaks.
6. I prefer B being less excited at night.
7. Kip moves too much around on the couch when the game is on.

But the Soxies won last night and I should have at least one post about it or B will be upset.  Since I did not watch the game (I was hiding in my upstairs room.), I will at least post some of my thoughts about the after celebration.

This guy is crazy and I hope he never visits us.  He seem really tall and loud and  have seen him dance.  Not pretty.  B thinks he is fun.  Sigh!

Veritek always jumps on Papelbon.  It is never the other way around.  Even though, one would think that the catcher is really the man and should be jumped on.  I personally would prefer to jump on Veritek over Papelbon.

Does Coco look like a black Richard Simmons in this pic, or what?

That is one big cigar.  I wonder if it is a Cuban and who is that guy anyway?

Dice-K is cute.  He seems gentle and humble.  He also has a special handshake that he does with Big Papi.  I would definitely let him pet me.

This is Jakoby and he is B’s favorite.  Mainly because he was called up from Pawtucket.  So, he is sort of a home grown hero.  By the way, why do they always say "called up from…".  They could "drive up from…" or "Fedex up from…" or even "Taxied up from…"

Kip likes Kashi, but this may change his mind.

Dearest friends and admirers (I hope I have some),

I am back and this time, I will stay.  My sincerest kitten meows for missing almost two months of blogging.  I had my reasons and I won’t make any excuses, just a big lion roar from Pawtown to let you know that blogs are forthcoming.

Yours pawfully,
Mizz S.

In case you were wondering why I have been so MIA lately.  I am so overjoyed with happiness that I am walking around like a trance kitten.  My favorite and much beloved B’s interview last week went smoothly like Creme Brulee (yes, I know what that is) and she has been recommended for approval.  What that means is that once GC’s become available again, she will be mailed one.  I am still dancing around every single day to celebrate this mountainous event.  Once the GC is delivered, Kip is throwing B a HUGE party.  I hope all you my lovely and dedicated readers can join us for that event.  More to come…

While I generally love bugs, I HATE spiders.  There are a bunch of them near our windows and some of them are really big - almost a smaller version of me.  They look at me funny and I am scared.  Kip says that he will protect me and B, who is an even bigger spider fearest than I am.  Apparently, there is a huge manifestation (don’t you love it when I use BIG words?) of little bugs and that causes the spider population to grow.  Now that it is getting colder, I am hoping they will quickly die out.  Of course, these spiders are nothing in comparison to what is going on in Texas.  Things are truly bigger down there.  (Another reason not to move there.)

Tomorrow’s is B’s big day at the INS.  She is being interviewed for her GC.  I am crossing all four of my paws and I am asking you to do the same with feet and hands.  Go B!

B often complains that I demand to play with her late at night or during the early morning hours.  Surely, I admit that I am bored all day and thus, sleep.  (Hopefully, that will change tomorrow when Kip gets back.)  So, I do need to play during the night.  B is usually pretty good about my needs, even when she is sleepy.  But last night she actually yelled at me.  I was touching her nose with my paw trying to see if she was awake.  Her eyes opened and looked angrily at me.  I immediately jumped down from the bed and ran away.  Later on, I came back and snuggled up to her.  What B needs to understand is the fact that there is a need for us cats to be played with.  I am smart kitten and intend to stay that way.

B went all wild at the salon this week and I officially got the longest hair in the house now.

Sleeping on Kip’s side while he is gone and making sure that B does not think the bed is all hers.

Dear Kip,

I miss you.  Europe? Forget about the beauty of Lake Como, forget about meeting George Cloony. Who cares about Italian pizza and wine?  Who wants to see old buildings and walk on cobblestone in Zurich and listen to music in Interlaken?  I want you to come back home soon. 

B is leaving me every day and I miss the time we spent on the couch every afternoon.  You must know that no one has brushed my fur or has allowed me to play with the plastic bags upstairs.  B has not let me sniff any fishy products and she insists that I "behave" myself while she is gone.

My days are lonely without you and your papers.  I miss sitting on them.  What about school?  Don’t you want to recite "boring" biology stuff to me?  You know I am such a good listener.

Worst… B has been playing with dogs and now talks about them all the time.  I worry that she will get one while you are gone.  Who is going to shake the sense into her?  My paws are too small and my legs are too short.  Come back soon.

With much admiration, respect, gratitude and lots of purrring.
Yours Truly and Alone, Mizz S.

I love this story.  I am sure Andrew really appreciates the effort or two female humans raising money to save him.  He will look so lovely in the big NE Aquarium tank and I wish I could visit.  But they never let kittens near a fish tank, even though I am one to despite all kinds of fish and seafood. 

By the way, did you know that B raised $90 to save me.  I think I was worth every quarter penny and have had the highest ROI of any shelter kitten ever.  ROI means Return on Investment, as B has been teaching me, but I like to think of it as React on Instinct.  Surely something she did when she saw my cute little six month old face.