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|Friday, January 6th, 2006|
|My madness has expanded....
There is no telling what I might get my paws into now. http://www.myspace.com/smithers_g_tortorici
I am hoping this new account will open the door to new companions. I am quite lonely, you see. Here I sit...all day, by myself. I've tried to voice my kitty opinions to my humans, but they do not seem to understand my feelers. I shall keep trying, for I am determined to make friends.
That having been said, I hope you are all well and I hope you all received many of those colorfully wrapped boxes with stuff in them that I always see around this time of year. My humans still have not unveiled this object they keep whistpering about...this unknown object that I have only heard referred to as a "gift for Smithers". What can this mean I wonder? Perhaps I too shall receive a colorful box. I like boxes...pizza boxes, litter boxes, shoe boxes. Ahhhhh...the finer things in life. Current Mood: contemplative
|Wednesday, September 21st, 2005|
LJ Interests meme results
- cat burglars:
My former profession.
Pussy of my dreams.
- deep thinking:
Ah yes, and I love philosophy too.
A figure we must all look up to.
- insex music:
My papa's band.
MMmmmmm...it does a kitty body good.
- pizza boxes:
Bring it on!
- sharpening my claws:
Couches are fun. My mum says they cost a lot. What does "cost" mean?
I've got a long one.
- wearing collars:
Hmmrmph...my mum and pops make me wear one that is stinky and one with a heart and words on it. I also have a bell.
Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your interest list. Current Mood: bouncy
|Friday, April 29th, 2005|
|Do you ever feel kind of out of sorts?
TGIF! It has been one long week of scratching, eating, sleeping, pooping, and licking myself in interesting places. The weekend is here, and I am glad of it, for this is how I feel after my exhausting week.. Current Mood: In need of a catnap
|Monday, March 21st, 2005|
I ~think~ I'm dry now. Those god awful pig bastards dunked me in warm water. Yes, and all the way up to my hind quarters. My tail just couldn't be helped. Then they started rubbing this green goo all over my coat. I'm usually not a cat for cuss words, but WHAT-THE-FUCK?
This--this is what a "bath" is all about?
But still I sit...pondering...plotting my vengeance. I already splashed the hell out of that eyeliner wearing hump....my pops. And that evil wench woman with the ungodly bottle of green goo...well, I'll get her good...though she is a wiley minx!
Well, go I must...I've still much more fur and licking to do. Current Mood: angry
|Thursday, September 9th, 2004|
|Thursday, August 19th, 2004|
|Like Ice Cube..today was a good day...
Today my mama and papa bought me some catnip and a new collar. First they held me down and put it on me, and then mum squealed and said, "Who has the cutie-est little face in da whole world? YOU DO!" Papa looked at her as if she was crazazy and gave mum and playful whack on the behind (as he does quite often). Mama always says I am quite handsome. Or as she says, I am the cat's meow.
I heard the word "bath" once again...I am quite frightened but for now I must visit my litter box and then I have a hot date with a sack of catnip. Current Mood: mischievous
|Friday, July 30th, 2004|
Yesterday as I was licking myself, I overheard my mum and dad talking about giving me a "bath". What could this be, I wonder. Such strange goings on here...... Current Mood: scared
|Wednesday, June 30th, 2004|
|Introducing the Diary of a Mad Kitty
Meow....that's "good evening" in cat.
Please allow me to introduce...uh..me. I am Mr. Smithers. I could tell you my first name, but then I'd have to kill you....and slowly, mind you. First I would scratch you, then I'd deliver the mad nibble to your face, only to finally strangle you with my tail, or perhaps suffocate you with my sack of catnip. But it need not come to that...just call me Smithers. Before residing in my current residence, I was a high profile cat burglar, you see. So secrecy is important.
My current style of living is no where near as exciting nor as dangerous as my previous lifestyle, and so that is my reason for opening a livejournal. Already I love the 'click, click' sound as my claws strike the keys.
Please help me if you can. My daily routine is quite repetitive, but I tend to mind not so much, because, after all, I am a cat.
Everyday I wake up in one of several places. Either on the bed, down around da feet of my momma and papa. Or the couch. Or sometimes curled up in my papa's sock drawer. Or the couch. Or on the rug. Or the couch. Then my momma's black box makes an ungodly ringing noise at 6:00 in the morning. That is when I wake up. The house is emptied of those stinky humans I reside with, and that is when the real fun begins...
I go over to eat my breakfast, take care of a little "business" in my litter box, moisten my kitty tongue by drinking from the bathtub, I chase my tail for a bit, and then I rush off to my important appointment... To go to sleep on the couch. Then, several hours, feedings, and poops later, my parents get home. My mum feeds me and tells me I'm fat. Being a feline, I've no idea what that word means. My favorite things to play with are my shoestring, and my paper bag. Is there anything finer in all of your nine lives, than a bag and a string?
Occasionally, I'll send out a cat call to the squirrel in the tree and to the dog down the street, inviting them to my pad for a bit of a hoedown. My papa is musician so I have full use of his instruments when he is not around, which he doesn't know about. You would think he would suspect, given the amount of fur I have shed on his keyboard. But I can't help myself people. When these paws start singing to me, I must oblige. I'm only a slave to my mad talent. I'm so inspired to sing my kitty song: meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.
Did you feel that? I'll bet you did.
That's all for now, so I bid thee a meow. That means "goodbye" in cat.
With Kind Regards,
Mr. Smithers ^..^ Current Mood: curious