rawr! meow. purr.

brr. it's cold out there... there must be some Cody in the atmosphere!

Sorry it's been so long since I posted. I've been watching a lot of cheerleader videos, mixed with high school musical and old Superman cartoons. I find this to be a good way to spend my time. Mostly because I have nothing else to do, and if i'm in front of the TV, the family doesn't bother me a lot.

Speaking of which, they've really been getting on my nerves. They act like I need to be outside most of the time, but let's be honest here, it's dangerous out there, and it's also getting a little bit cold! So, I try to spend a lot of time hiding under people's beds. It's safer down there, and no one notices me.

As far as the secret mission goes, it is certainly going. Some things were put into play last week that I have been waiting for for a long while. I can't disclose that information right at this moment, because I have been alerted to the fact that this is not a secure site. But when I have more things put together, it won't matter. The plan will already be in motion.

Bartholomew. I will avenge you.

meow, meow, meow, oh!

hello again.

I realize that it has been quite a while since I last posted on this blog. This is because it is summer, and I'm outside almost all the time. Honestly, it's not that bad. I just do my own thing, and ignore the other cats and my family. They are always gone anyway.

Recently I have been catching lots of mice. I don't know how I do this, except that I see a mouse, and suddenly it is dead in front of me. I think I must have a superior skill. Annabelle has also noticed my success, and is trying to outdo me. Although, I think she counts Penelope's mice as her own sometimes. She's a jealous type.

The mission Bartholomew gave me has not been going well. Due to my outside time, and my catching of mice, I seem to have forgotten about it.

But I think it's all right. I have discovered something amazing. Something possibly better than Celine Dion.

Justin Bieber.

meow?

Ok, maybe this is going to be embarrassing, but I feel the need to tell you all what happened to me yesterday. Just further proof that my family is crazy and I am unfortunate enough to live with them.

I was sleeping soundly on the top of the huge blue car. It was comfortable and warm, and I admit that I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings like I should have been. Suddenly, I realized that wind was blowing my ears back, and looking around, I was struck with the idea that the car was moving!

Down the street it was going. I stood up and stumbled around, trying to decide what to do next. I wanted to jump off, but the ground looks farther away when it is moving quickly. We turned and started going down the hill, which is when I really lost my balance. I was trying to find anything to hold onto (kind of hard with no thumbs...). Then, I decided that I should try to get down the front and then jump off because it would be easier. So, I slid down the glass window on the front.

The car came to a quick stop on the side of the road, and I jumped off, running in the direction of home. I heard a voice call my name, and turned around to see the big man. He looked perplexed at what I had been doing. I gave him a quick meow to say I was fine, just going home, and he seemed to accept that.

So I ran home.

I may never live it down.

hissssssssssss

I know it has been quite a while since I posted anything. My family is very controlling, and they are determined that I never come inside. Sometimes I wonder why I live with them and not the neighbors... but then I go over to the neighbors house and I remember.

Annabelle and Penelope have been insufferable. Especially now that Penelope is going to have babies. Which I am thrilled for. Not. Why would I want a bunch of tiny cats exactly like Penelope crawling all over the place? So not cool.

And you just know they are going to steal my bed, just like the other cats did. And I'm sorry, but is it so wrong for a cat to want his own bed? I would have to say no. And if you have an argument, I would like to hear it.

You know, I am all about rolling in the dirt. Sometimes, the day is so warm that all I want to do is roll around in the dirt. And sometimes it is very cold outside and I feel like rolling in my bed.

So this is just a post about how much I need my own bed. Family, if you read this, please do something about it.

me-ow.

Last night was worrisome. I spent most of it hopping from rock to rock in an effort to not touch the snow. My efforts were fruitless, however, because I slipped. Enter a face full of snow and an aching nose. I spent most of the evening trying to win my way back inside by meowing as loudly as possible at the front window. My family gave me consoling looks, but I wasn't able to get in until the oldest girl left.

Once inside I was faced with the choice of which direction to walk in. I could either go left and down the stairs to a comfortable bed and this computer, or I could go right and head into the garage to sleep on my own. Obviously I chose the right or I wouldn't be writing about this.

I was plagued with the little cats climbing all over me, until finally I meowed in their ears loud enough that they relocated. But at night I had a dream. I dreamt that Bartholomew had come back. He was disappointed with the way the mission is going. He swiped at my head and I woke up. He was always a little intense.

Now I really have to get to work. I can't have another dream like that.

rawrrrrrr scratch

Once again it has been a while since I have gained access to the computer. This is not because of my family forcing me outside. It is because I have finally squeezed my way into the nicest human's room. She is never at home for some reason I haven't been able to figure out. Her bed is the most comfortable, and since she is gone no one notices I am there.

She came home last night and we shared a few hours together. When it got dark outside she picked me up and put me back in the garage with the others. This was not her fault. It was the mother's idea. Penelope and Annabelle were less annoying last night. They gave me the cold shoulder for the most part. I don't really care. They are both fat.

The plan is not going well. Bartholomew's last words to me still ring in my ears... I haven't been able to get through, and it has been a year since his death. I still shudder when I think of how it happened. If it hadn't been for... well, I can't say it here, but let's just say he would still be alive if certain things hadn't happened.

And now I have to make it right.

meow

It has been a while since I've written.

My family has been keeping me outside for the most part. It's really hard to gain access to the computer.

As soon as Dad let me inside again, I came right here.

This holiday season has been terrible. There is snow everywhere, so none of us cats want to be outside. We are confined to the garage. It makes me very irritable.

The two younger cats think we should all sleep in the same bed. I moved the heating pad to my side, to persuade them to find somewhere else. They weren't convinced. I'm always too tired to argue with them about it.

Annabelle has gained lots of weight. It's pretty embarrassing for a good-looking cat like her. She gets worried that the family is going to kick her out because of it. The other family did that.

My mission is still underway. Stay tuned for updates.

The family is home. I have to go.