Monday, April 20, 2009 2:44 PM

Things are the way I LIKE them


All my hoomans are home. Stringpuller got back and I kept checking on her to make sure she didn't leave the bed.

Soon it will be after-kitteh-crunchies time and all-hooman-wet time and she will come back to her bed. She is warm and her blankets are cozy. I am settling in to wait for her.

I'll be right here. Waiting to get my ears scritched.

King Henry
The King gets what he wants.

Sunday, April 19, 2009 1:54 PM

mrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooo?

Things are very bad here. Very. bad.

I am very sad. Stringpuller is not here. I knew something was up when I saw an uitcase-say in the hall. So I sat in it.




Then she got a different one and put things in it and LEFT. ME. I have been looking and looking for her. GoG gave me Greenies and promises she will be back.

I am not happy. I hid.




I think my hoomans should not leave me. Ever.

Henry
The First.

Saturday, March 28, 2009 3:02 PM

My Shelf

Bearded Scritcher installed a shelf
Of wood that has a comfy wealth.
















So very nice to sit upon
And very nice to snooze upon.
















It is a very nicest thing
To have when it is nearly spring!

















I do enjoy my box, though
It is too small as here I show.



(You can just
barely see the box,

it is so small!)











All in all my shelf is great
And something I really appreciate!

























~King Henry the First~

Did you like my poem?
I am very proud of my poetic skills!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009 6:52 AM

Looks Nice Out

Yes, very much so. The grass is so very... green! I had forgotten grass was green during the... hmmm... how many months of winter? Wait a moment, let me count... Let's see... December, January, February... Does march count? Well, I'll count half of it... Well, anyways, 3 1/2 months of winter. Ick. I had forgotten that the sky was blue, the grass was green, the sun was warm... But the humans have something called "Al Urge Ease" that makes them sneeze and cough, so the windows cannot be opened on certain days when GoG recieves an Alert that the "Pol un Count" is high. Even when it isn't, they usually don't open windows because they say it is too cold. Then again, they have no fur coats. So, I guess it is justified. Sometimes, Short Girl opens The Window next to The Shelf. Bearded Scritcher installed The Shelf for me. It was very nice of him. So sometimes she will open it, and I can sit and sniff for a while. It's very nice. I wil upload pictures later when GoG puts them on the computer. *hint hint*

Friday, February 27, 2009 7:41 PM

Blogiversary: 2007-2009

So. Today is my two-year blogiversary. That is, February 27, 2007, I did my first post. And now I look back and see how far this blog has come. From a secret when GoG wasn't watching, to a co-blog with Henry. Wow. A big difference. So I am quite happy to still be bloggin'. Yes, most definitely.

Tiria
The Shadow Princess

Pssst! Tiria!
What?
Wait, what's going on?
It's my blogiversary, silly.
Oh. Dang. So that's what. Hmmm...
*pounce*
Arrrg! Go away! NO I DON'T WANT TO PLAY!
Please?
NO, Henry!
Fine. Spoilsport.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009 5:34 AM

I have banished them!


I have banished them!

GoG went away with uitcases-say. Now she is back.

I, Princess Tiria, have banished the evil things back to the dungeon where they belong! Be gone from my domain! When the evil things come out (I can't even say the word!!) it makes my hooman beans disappear. This is NOT acceptable!

Tiria
The Shadow Princess

I ban them, too. Because I am the King.
King Henry the First

Tuesday, February 10, 2009 7:12 PM

Soft paws, soft thoughts

I don't like it when my hooman beans leak. They get wet faces and then seem to want to dry them on me. But tonight it's OK. My hooman bean told me that Molly my RevPetBlogPal friend was hurting and had bad pains. And that Molly's hooman bean was sad because this afternoon Molly was not around any more.

I have had other RevPets who are og-days. I think they are nice, but it's probably because I can smell 'em. Occasionally Short Girl comes home smelling like Short Dog, but it still makes me skeert. There's a smell about og-days that doesn't sit right.

Anyway. Molly's hooman bean wrote about her here. And I wish I could let her use my fur to dry the leaks off her face, too.

prrrrrrs for a game of tag in heaven, Molly.

Tiria the Shadow Princess
and Henry
(and Polgara - but she's sleeping.)

My Peeps

Bearded Scritcher ("Dad")

Giver of Greenies or GoG ("Mom")

Stringplucker (Beth)

Stringpuller (CJ)

T.O.C. ("That Other Cat")

N.C.P. ("New Catly Presence")

My Mews

Blogger Templates