Calimom's & Angel's Kitten

Dear Diary, Ok, I don't get it. My lady is ooooing and ahhhing over Calimom & Angel's little spotted squirt. There's only one squirt now. Don't know what happened to the ones the sick Dreamer squirted out. Well, she's not sick any more cause she got medicine and is now back outside. But the two-mom squirt is now looking like a miniature cat. Cali & Angel moved the thing out of the cat house and are now mothering under a piece of tin near the deck. I guess that's cause the little squirt is out and about and they needed more space. Well, whatever. My lady took some pictures so you could see what the little thing looks like. Go figure. It's got two moms looking out for it. When I was that size my mom was done with me and I had to go looking for a human to take care of me. Guess there's all kinds of situations in life.

Dear Diary, The other day was a perfect cat-in-the-tree day. I think they were having a gathering to discuss the loud, blue birds that we have flying about. Cat Balou was up there, and Orange Julius, Iggy, Baby Biscuit, Comfort, and even limping Butch. I was not invited. Thought about going up anyway, but instead I caught one of the loud, blue birds. In a flash I was encircled by Iggy, Orange Julius, and Lovey Bud. They followed me to the chicken fence, back to the small tin building, and around the big oak while I tried to protect my catch. Finally deciding my catch might be safer on the deck, I came up around the long walkway, looking over my right shoulder constantly to watch for the pack. Big mistake. My lady saw me when I passed in front of the big window. I froze in position when she came outside and started hollering at me. But she saw me even though I wasn't moving. It was the dang blue bird's fault that I was spotted. It wouldn't keep it's foot still, but slapped my face repeatedly with it's skinny little claws. She should have taken a picture of my moment of glory, but all she cared about was getting the fidgety feathered thing out of my mouth. My lady pried my mouth open, and off flew the bird into a nearby bush. Cat Balou and I both made a dash for it, but it was gone. My lady doesn't understand what an achievement it was for me to catch that bird. I was a cat to be envied, king of the world, a one-eyed god, at least for a brief, flickering moment in time.

Dear Diary, Sometimes in life ya just gotta love the one you're with. And it looks like I'm with Lovey Bud. Funny to see pics of myself when I'm sleeping. Most cats don't get that perk in life.
Well, suppose I should update you on the mini-cats and their birth mom Dreamer. Dreamer is in a cat travel box in my potty room. She's got to have medicine put in her mouth every day. Cause she's wild and will run away if my lady lets her out of the cage, she has to stay penned up for a while. Dreamer's not pleased with her situation, but oh well, she is after all an outside cat that gets to stay inside for a week or so. Her minis are doing okay. I peeked in on them and Calimom and Angel today. The three new minis and Cali's mini are all still warm and movin.'
Best of all, I still have my basket inside to sleep in, even if I have to share it with Lovey.

Dear Diary, Here's the deal. Today I'm gonna talk about money, something I know nothin' about. It's all my lady's fault. She's fretting cause another one of those darn girls outside squirted out three new mini-cats and the girl that did the squirting is sick with pneumonia. My lady put her in a cage to take her to the doctor place sometime later today. The mini-cats have been moved to where the other two girl cats are playing mom to a black and white mini-cat that is crawling around now and can see. The two playing mom are Angel and Calimom. They both did their mini-cat squirting on the same night and only one of theirs stayed warm and moving. All the others got cold and didn't move, so my lady put them on the fire to warm them up. I'm kinda confused about that fire thing, cause I never do see the ones again that get put on it. It's too deep for me. I'm sure my lady knows what she is doing. Angel says she'll take the new mini-cats, but the one mini of theirs that is still moving gets its food from Cali. Angel doesn't have any food to give these new minis. Calimom has food to give, but doesn't want to give it to the new minis. I'm very tired from thinking about all this. My lady is worried there is not enough money to give to the doctor place when she takes the sick cat in. The sick cat got a name today so she could go to the doctor place. My lady says her name is Dreamer, cause here she is, almost to where she will turn cold and stop moving, and yet she is dreaming of having a family. Anyway, maybe if you'd like to shop in my lady's store she could get some more money to pay for this stupid girl cat. Makes no difference to me. Too many cats around here anyway in my opinion. Dang boy cats are always fighting, and my dad's the worst one of the boys. Dang girl cats are always squirting out more mini-cats. Doesn't matter to me what happens to the outside ones. All I care about is that my lady keeps giving us six that live in the house plenty of food to eat and baskets to sleep in. I'm done thinkin' about this stuff. It's a bright sky day and I'm gonna go lay in a bright spot and sleep.