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SO yesterday I got into this big fight with a black cat named Giles who tried to steal my kitty treats! well, those WERE rightfully mine since he gave them to me. Yes, he did! About a month ago. And now he wants them back! So I said, "Look, Giles, we're friends, right?" And he said "No, we're not, Buster. You stole my cat treats. Prepare to die." and I got angry and said "Oh yeah? Okay, bubba, you asked for it!" And I gave him a big swipe of my paw and do you know what he siad? He said, "Buster, Buster, Buster, you will never hurt me!" And he scratched me on the nose! So I scratched him back. Which caused him to scratch me again because I scratched him, and I scratched him again because my feelings were hurt. So we caused a mini-chorus of scratching and biting and clawing. And that's why my body hurts. Good bye. |
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Hallo hallo hallo! I need you to vote on this:
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Short post. Just wanted to update my blog. Well... I was told that I have better grammar than a person. (Not mentioning names...) Well, gotta go. Bye! |
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Hi everyone! Today's entry will all be about cats. Cats are great. Cats are the smartest animals alive. They are smarter than humans and dogs and mice. Cats are so smart, they can do long division. (It's just hard for them to pick up a pencil) I And I'm so smart, I know what 2 + 2 is! It's 6! Well, anyway, please vote on my poll! (Vote for the first one!)
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Does anyone have a cure for claw biting? I've bit my claws so much you can't even tell they're even there! Well, anyway, there are some other kitties with a blog! Go to http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/profiles/fourkittys/ to see their profile! There are to very cute girl cats named Thomasina and Daisy and a boy cat named Johnny. He Johnny, wanna be buds? And Thomasina, um, I'm not doing anything tomight so would you like to come over? he he he Well, g'bye!
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Okay, this is a strange tag. The tag: So, you're caught on another planet... What do you do? The conditions: Well, it's blue all over and it's raining peanuts! What you have: Practically nothing but a space suit and a air tank. Time to survive 20 weeks (or you run out of fuel) try to be creative with the explanations Okay, I would totally freak out. Then I would look around to find any mice or squirrels or anything like that. If there was none, I would wish like crazy that I had a catnip mouse or a cat treat. Those solve all problems. Well, that was a strange tag. Uh oh, there's that dog across the street again. Gotta go! |
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Don't you just hate it when you have a very nice, funny entry and your mind was controlled by an evil scientist and you deleted that entry and two others? Just happened. >:( BAD EVIL SCIENTST!!!!!! Well, now I only have 8 entries and only 5 comments! :( PLEASE, HELP ME BY COMMENTING!!!!!! I will post more entries right away. Thank you, and keep away from those evil scientists! |
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:) I have been sitting out in the rain for a LONG time! :( (Five minutes!!) I hate being in trouble. *sigh* My humans just can't see my talents! I have many, many talents, you know. I can sleep for over fifteen hours, you have to love that! And, also, I can balance my catnip mouse on my nose for about a millisecond! And I know what you're thinking: "How can one cat have so many talents? Buster is amazing!" It's true. I am. Okay, I'm done blogging now. Do you know how hard it is to type with paws?
Ha! Another talent. |
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I have been chasing the same wind up mouse for over an hour and what do I get? I get a "No, Buster!" and a smack on the rump. Humph! I only broke eight things! |
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The title says all... (read the title) |
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Answer these questions with either a yes or a no. 1. Are you afraid of dogs? 2. Do you like catnip mice? 3. Do you "rock"? 4. Does your tail have brown splotches on it? 5. Do you have folded down ears? 6. Do you like to sleep? 7. Do you eat off the floor? 8. Is your fur in desperate need of brushing? 9. Do you have a purple catnip mouse? 10. Do you have a cat template? Now take all the questions you answered "yes" and multiply that number by ten. That's how Buster you are! I'm 100% Buster! (Of course!) |
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I have a new template! Like it? It was made by... ME!!!!! |
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It's GREAT to have my own account! I LOVE it!!! I am very glad to have my own blog and my own friends and answer my own messages and NOT have my owner do it for me! Woo hoo!! *sniffs the air and eyes get huge* I smell a mouse! Outa the way, people, I need to find that mouse! *sniffs air again* Wait, that's not a mouse, that's a DOG! AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! A dog!
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I am Buster Agnus McManus, the cooloest cat ever!!!!! Please read my story:
Buster Agnus McManus The-Soon-To-Be Millionaire By Ariel Buster Agnus McMannus the Scottish Fold cat wanted to be a millionaire more than anything in the world. “Because,” he figured, “I can buy anything in the world, and do anything I want, too!” He was a small calico cat with folded down ears, hence the breed name, Scottish Fold. When he found out that a cake decorating shop called “Perfect Desserts” needed someone to deliver cakes, he ran right in to be interviewed. The owner, a black labrador, agreed to hire him, as long as he didn’t eat any of the cakes. His first address was: Jimmy Jones, 123 Plymouth Pet Shop, Plymouth, MA So off he went, with the cake safely in a cardboard box. (He was balancing it on his back). About half way there, he thought: “It wouldn’t hurt to take a look,” . So he opened the box and gazed at the beautiful cake. But, unfortunately, Buster always was very clumsy, so as he was admiring the dessert, he fell into it, face first! ... Buster walked away with a heavy heart. He had just gotten fired. The black lab barked at him for over five minutes when Buster admitted he fell into the cake. But his spirits lifted when he saw that a clothing store had a Help Wanted sign in their window. He ran inside as quickly as he could. “Thank you so much, dahling,” the owner said to him when he explained he wanted a job. “I’ve been needing a new model since last Mahch.” Buster had never heard anyone with a Bostonian accent so he had to hide a giggle. The owner was a lady wearing a yellow dress printed with zebra stripes. “The first outfit is ovah here, dahling.” The woman ushered him to a mannequin wearing a leopard-print dress with feathery hot-pink lining. On it’s head was a neon orange sun hat.Buster thought the mannequin looked very, very embarrassed. “Now, dahling, I need you to stand theya while I dress you.” The woman said as she started to put the dress on him. “Absolutely not!” Buster cried. “There’s no way I’m putting that on!” The woman grew angry. “Eithah put it on, or you’re fiyahed!” ... “I can’t believe I got fired again!” Buster thought as he walked down the street. “I’m never going to be a millionaire!” When he got home he sat down to read the newspaper. “Wanted: Someone to feed animals in Plymouth Pet Shop. Will be paid. Respond immediately.” It read. “Oh, man, what are the odds of that!” Buster cried. “This time, I am NOT, and I mean NOT, going to get fired.” Buster was thinking. As he got to the there, he noticed that it was a very strange pet shop. He could hear whinnies, growls, trumpets, and moos coming through the front door. “Um, hello, I want to, um, maybe get a job here?” Buster said to the owner when he got inside. “Of course! My name is Jimmy Jones, but you call me Jim.” The Jim replied. He was a tall, muscular young man with blond hair. He smiled warmly and said “Let’s get to work.” He opened a door and lead Buster inside the enormous room. Buster was amazed. There were tigers, wolves, snakes, and even a elephant! There must have been every kind of animal alive, except there were no cats, dogs, or any normal pets. Buster knew this would be no ordinary job. ... “I need you to feed all of these animals twice a day, except for the snakes. Feed them once a week.” Jim instructed him. “I’ll give you a chart of all the animals and their diets. As you can see, a lot of them have unusual habits, so I’ll fill you in on those, too.” Buster listened carefully and took notes. “Um, sir?” Buster politely interupted. “How much are you, uh, paying me?” “$400 a week.” Jim said. Buster did a short calculation and gasped. “That would take over 50 years to be a millionaire! Oh man! Cats don’t live that long!” Buster grieved. Jim gave him a affectionate smile. “I guess you could work a little more. . .” He started to say. “Yes! Yes! Thank you, Jim, you won’t regret it!” Buster grabbed the food chart and started to get to work. ... Buster was exausted after his first day. He had been sprayed with water by a elephant, scared half to death by a tiger (who ignored his lunch and stared non-stop at poor Buster like he was made of marshmallow) and nearly trampled by a frightened Zebra. “At least I fed all the animals.” He thought. “I’m (pant, pant) done.” Buster told Jim. “Good, since you’ve worked for about three hours, that brings your total too... $210.” “Better than nothing”. Thought Buster. “I guess I’ll be a millionaire in about 50 years.” He told Jim. “Not including taxes,” Jim reminded him. “And you need to buy food and things.” Buster sighed and started to walk home. On the way there he had a brilliant idea. He would buy all the grocerys he needed once every two months. The rest of his money he would put in the bank. Eventually, he would become a millionaire! Buster thought this was a wonderful idea and set off as fast as he could for home. ... “What do you mean you’re going on vacation?” Buster cried one day on his second week. “Well, I needed a break, and it’s only for three weeks. . .” Jim said. “I’ll pay you a lot more for your extra work.” He added. “Okay.” Buster agreed. “What do I do?” “You’re going to have to make sure every animal is comfortable at night, they all have fresh straw to sleep on, and their cages are cleaned out.” said Jim. Buster wrinkled his nose, but then thought of all the extra money he would get. Jim picked up his suitcases, said a quick good-bye to Buster, and walked out the door. Buster opened the door to where the animals were kept. Unfortunately, all of the tigers, bears, lions, and that sort of thing all were staring a hole into Buster. And he knew what they were thinking. “All right,” he said loudly. “Jim is on vacation for a few weeks, so that means I’m in charge.” In the corner of his eye he saw the lions and tigers rolling their eyes. “Oh, boy.” he thought. ... Buster rubbed his sore tail. A lion had nipped it. Buster had gotten all the work done and it was around midnight. Very sleepy, Buster walked out the door and locked it. Then he started for home. As he arrived there, he heard a rustling sound in the bushes. “W-who’s there?” he cried. The rustling was joined by growling. Buster ran inside and slammed the door. With his heart thumping, he climbed into bed and turned out the lights. He pulled up the covers as he shivered and thought of what it could be. He fell asleep and dreamed of lions, tigers, and a huge monster that was hiding in the bushes. When Buster woke up the next morning he set off for the pet shop, but before he even got out the door, he heard the rustling sound again. It was getting closer and closer. Buster closed his eyes and imagined the big, scaly monster. . . ... It was a raccoon. Buster opened his eyes only to see a cute baby raccoon. It walked up to him and purred like a kitten. He picked it up and stroked its soft fur. “I’ll take you to the pet shop!” Buster exclaimed. When he and Junior, as he called the raccoon, got to the pet shop, he introduced him to the other animals. Even the tigers and lions liked him. Buster took very good care of Junior. He gave him a bed, (formely made for a red fox) toys, (belonging to a seal who liked to share), and plenty of food. In return, Junior followed Buster around and stood up for him when he was being stared at by lions and tigers. Junior also liked to help feed the animals. He would open the cage, drag in the bag of food, and pour it out. Sometimes it would be the wrong food, but Buster and the animals didn’t mind. Junior was very helpful. ... Buster felt sad when Jim came back. He missed having a full-time job, and he missed Junior. Even when Jim gave him a full $1500, he missed the little rascal of a raccoon. Jim had gladly kept Junior in the pet shop, but Buster was afraid someone could buy him and put him in a zoo or keep him as a pet. So one day, Buster had an idea. He saved up his money for weeks then ran to the pet shop early. “Jim! Where are you?” He called. “In the barn. I’m feeding the zebras.” Jim yelled back. Buster ran to him. “Jim, I would like to buy Junior!” He announced. Jim looked confused. “Don’t you already own him?” He asked. Now it was Buster’s turn to be perplexed. “No. . . I thought. . . you. . .” Buster stammered. “He’s yours, Buster.” Jim said. “Junior belongs to you.” A big smile sprang on Buster’s face. “I don’t need to be a millionaire now that I have Junior!” he cried. He picked up Junior and cuddled him all the way home.
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