Saturday, November 15, 2008

Halloween!




Yay! I love Halloween, I get to dress up, this year as a cat in Sheep's Clothing, last year I was the Ghost Shark; plus a bunch of strange children come by and I get to hand out candy! I am scared of football players though.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

bath day!

I am so pissed and spiky right now, I was just minding my own business and leaping out of cobweb covered corners at mom and dad while they waterproofed the basement this morning. And then out of nowhere dad grabs me and mom holds me down in the sink and they give me a bath! The nerve of these people. True this is far from my first bath but I was enjoying wearing those cobwebs. I was going to show them to the squirrel in my pee tree. (I like to pee under it) Now I am all spiky and my head looks huge and fuzzy. But I got a whisker-lickens so its all good I guess.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Stuff I love

1. going outside in my harness (although I would rather be free to go lay in the road)
2. catnip on my chirping bird
3. playing ball with my soccer ball
4. Can-o-moose
5. Bread, potato chips, cheese
6. the food game (one piece of food at a time that I get to chase!)
7. Cat fishing pole
8. windowsills
9. straws (especially when I was teething)
10. bags of socks
11. plastic straps that hold lids on concentrated juice
12. putting #11 under the oven and then getting it back out
13. biting hands, or gloves if you don't like to bleed
14. running around like a crazy weasel
15. clean litter box/digging
16. the highest spot in the room
17. climbing my monkey pole and then leaping off it
18. sleeping against Dad's butt
19. boxes and bags of any size
20. Antonio Banderas

cat in a box


whos a pretty kitty?


This picture makes me look like I should have a rainbow on my butt.

Why I love socks

Hi, my name is Shatner Chiba Wittenberg and I am a gray tiger cat who just turned 1 year old on June 12th! I know people like to call my kind "tabby" but lets face it I am a tiger, a little smaller than the ones at the zoo but I am working on it by eating whatever I can get my paws on.

One day my mom brought home a new bag of socks from Target, where my dad works. I instantly knew my role in life. I had to free those socks, with my teeth. So I stole the bag of socks and ran around the house, eventually eviscerating the bag and spilling socks out onto the floor one at a time. It was the best thing ever!