Millie Mittens

Millie was lost from her litter. A friend of mine's friend found her in a parking lot. She was covered in fleas and she was filthy. I had to take her in. We just lost a cat and my husband didn't want another, but I just couldn't let her die. My husand threw his hands up and took her in. He hated her, because we just lost his beloved Lulu. We named her Millie Mittens because she was so teeny, not tiny, but teeny. I took her to the vet and she was under a pound. Too little of a baby, but given instructions to care and nourish, Millie survived. When I told my husband she weighed only a mere few ounces, he felt sorry for her and instantly fell for her. Millie is now daddy's little girl. The most interesting two features about Millie is that she can't meow. She Mews and squeaks. Almost a moo, with a u...mu, mew. Not one meow has ever escaped her mouth, which makes her unique. The older she got, the more personality she obtained. A sassy personality at that. The stories to tell about my cat. When Millie speaks, Mille says....

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

How to Hunt Plane

video
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Hey Pretty Kitty

Mom!  Really?!
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A Place To Lay

I dare you to make move me.
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Now What?

What do YOU want?  Do you not fear the evil eye?  Bah!
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Fear the Cat

I'm not going to move...too afraid to move...what if she beats me up...what if she smacks my face again...I'm scared...look casual, look casual 
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Gone Fishing...

 Oooo...you would make a good samich.
 Oooo...you'd make a gooder samich!
 Ooooo...you'll make an even gooder samich!
 Oooooo!  You would make a super duper samich!
I can't make up my mind!
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Saturday, March 31, 2012

March 31, 2012

MY SASSY CAT...

 I have been ignoring Millie's squeaks and mews this morning. I just got up and she's making a lot of noise (not in the mood for it). I say: "I don't want to hear the mewing Millie! Stop, okay?" She follows me into the kitchen. I make my coffee...she squeaks. I ignore her. I'm now sitting here at the kitchen table drinking coffee and paying a bill. Millie keeps going to the kitchen counter and she squeaks to get my attention. I acknowledge her by saying her name "Millie, Millie" and I go back to ignoring her. Well, I should have never done that. She jumps up onto the table and glares at me, literally. I look right at her and I ask her: "what?" She raises her right paw, gives me her "F-U" look and pushes my purse off of the table. She sits there, tilts her head slightly to the left giving me a silent message: "uh-huh, squeak?" Well, needles to say she got what she wanted: her canned cat food.
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