tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309486832024-03-07T02:22:29.220-06:00Baby Brat Boy's BlogB-Cubed is a member of The Tuxedo Timmy Gang. He lives in a nice air conditioned house in Oklahoma (except when he runs out) with 4 humans and his sister, Mischief. Two big ones (really big) and one middle sized and one small. He likes chasing bugs, watching the fish, eating and sleeping.
He is also a member of catnipanonymous. Here is a link. www.catnipanonymous.comUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-7611119731778872202007-07-12T20:04:00.000-05:002007-07-12T21:35:05.756-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianGRz4SO8PvVpp3S4d3n4YjIWD9HXTC-UWw4WaKX6uVsc83h2b42Fnn44X5NDh7IwiFHce3hqMuQZEywL449KWxfnZYleMNgGLWh22OeRsJhTfqlv5RQMUDgmLSfawYBdoiFc/s1600-h/100_0830.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086504348060968514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianGRz4SO8PvVpp3S4d3n4YjIWD9HXTC-UWw4WaKX6uVsc83h2b42Fnn44X5NDh7IwiFHce3hqMuQZEywL449KWxfnZYleMNgGLWh22OeRsJhTfqlv5RQMUDgmLSfawYBdoiFc/s320/100_0830.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8OYMEgyORH2-hRN8K_Z_bpOweM48Anax2gzZKu6MFDZWcQU-24b9y3qUI3sd6d_xPdBbguuBXyu-l5ZYznGLF-mhxlKQIHpqp_K-rp9NlIuCgjpwzaFp4UJi-2T6zvnfLI42/s1600-h/100_0835.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086504352355935826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8OYMEgyORH2-hRN8K_Z_bpOweM48Anax2gzZKu6MFDZWcQU-24b9y3qUI3sd6d_xPdBbguuBXyu-l5ZYznGLF-mhxlKQIHpqp_K-rp9NlIuCgjpwzaFp4UJi-2T6zvnfLI42/s320/100_0835.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0YT80XQQWXimz9B4GV1jQGTCovWQ24MUrZI1aJNAJFGo51Rn-cp7O6f7XNFwWrE2u2wflzV3dZKu23_AvfM12l21KtXguUQmpKo5x66A_zFRlfHcZSc_hyU13RgX9HhVQ728/s1600-h/100_08361.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086504352355935842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0YT80XQQWXimz9B4GV1jQGTCovWQ24MUrZI1aJNAJFGo51Rn-cp7O6f7XNFwWrE2u2wflzV3dZKu23_AvfM12l21KtXguUQmpKo5x66A_zFRlfHcZSc_hyU13RgX9HhVQ728/s320/100_08361.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have decided I am moving. My peoples have losted their minds. Manly Monday was anything but Manly for me. My mommie camed in the house and grabbed me and MissChief. As she was throwing us in that little room in the back, I herd something about something named Lady and Pups. Apparently, my peoples comed home with a funny smelling thing. And there is lots of other little squirmy funny smelling things too. And they putted them in some sort of blue bowl that is just huge. They all layin in there..squirmin and whinin. Today theys finally letted us out of the bedroom, and that huge thing WOOFED AT ME.. ME... can you magin???? It is a big woofin thing. And hairy and black. Mama letted me out but I is scared so I is hiding in the bedroom till maybe it leaves.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-32600429205111533062007-06-24T22:44:00.000-05:002007-06-24T22:48:50.063-05:00Various other kitties....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4xevlsLYHFb15QhN5jsO0ptMv5aWrcFWdrDev6wzM-7K-LYtbIdAgOSyD2yvkt-bkw-vUk8Sdmpj1NMK5uj4L6Ckv3Ouq5D4mBX-Jm2sYwXOCbv0_EPbbfbmSTshBj65Pirq1/s1600-h/pic12570.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079843757039128658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4xevlsLYHFb15QhN5jsO0ptMv5aWrcFWdrDev6wzM-7K-LYtbIdAgOSyD2yvkt-bkw-vUk8Sdmpj1NMK5uj4L6Ckv3Ouq5D4mBX-Jm2sYwXOCbv0_EPbbfbmSTshBj65Pirq1/s320/pic12570.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xh6CN8Iyu2sFO6v9buAc7QGFTVQzpS3iabonwHZAa4ls7EUxbP8u62tlYTFbj8DF-R2N3lfY-zl046QdhiWAsfpOzmt0_BrDQp9K_Wi2ApGZOT-OEi16cZ4xokg6yxUZH8KK/s1600-h/pic00330.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079843761334095970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xh6CN8Iyu2sFO6v9buAc7QGFTVQzpS3iabonwHZAa4ls7EUxbP8u62tlYTFbj8DF-R2N3lfY-zl046QdhiWAsfpOzmt0_BrDQp9K_Wi2ApGZOT-OEi16cZ4xokg6yxUZH8KK/s320/pic00330.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4B6JNw_3P4W4BdnG5fxwfc2rMVQwbZ-de9q-mdm2_rGAyUtPDjsU_zpvgtlwcUSZMtCgi-Su7e1E1Sfq5RgV-qB2rCO9bH1hw0HecS5x_0ssu5fy1w8wUFWWoc0mJB3DXKo7/s1600-h/pic26946.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079843761334095986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4B6JNw_3P4W4BdnG5fxwfc2rMVQwbZ-de9q-mdm2_rGAyUtPDjsU_zpvgtlwcUSZMtCgi-Su7e1E1Sfq5RgV-qB2rCO9bH1hw0HecS5x_0ssu5fy1w8wUFWWoc0mJB3DXKo7/s320/pic26946.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9loWSHPXIBsVf5lFaccYXzl7ltZtA4bA2W8v7UqWn8lnEVYj-7p95gCRdQWl2gQq4hlqziLRuW8SgONpviKkyw60UVi-yME4LFf3xRSiY1d_JV3sh6lQaKKsvDDomQ2FxwCr/s1600-h/pic23146.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079843761334096002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9loWSHPXIBsVf5lFaccYXzl7ltZtA4bA2W8v7UqWn8lnEVYj-7p95gCRdQWl2gQq4hlqziLRuW8SgONpviKkyw60UVi-yME4LFf3xRSiY1d_JV3sh6lQaKKsvDDomQ2FxwCr/s320/pic23146.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My mom has been browsing the internet, like she has time to do THAT. She should be spending her time scritchin my ears and making sure I get plenty of treats. Of course, she don't. Here are some pictures she found that are just to cute for words.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-29773467624684359412007-06-23T18:02:00.000-05:002007-06-23T18:08:04.781-05:00Do you ever hate your kitty parents?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQ68EZ5fjsq7Zg0mnwWHwRYc9hZ_3doU3ZVJWUSUZYJvKy9T9ObTUMghDpNtzS7JrN62ohFnpfMqF_MIm83YTFS3xHIDAnC5RhpkAFUdq5YwBXrPpRvqYuSfxDlTtgAoJi3SK/s1600-h/madashell.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079400297370849346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQ68EZ5fjsq7Zg0mnwWHwRYc9hZ_3doU3ZVJWUSUZYJvKy9T9ObTUMghDpNtzS7JrN62ohFnpfMqF_MIm83YTFS3xHIDAnC5RhpkAFUdq5YwBXrPpRvqYuSfxDlTtgAoJi3SK/s320/madashell.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My Mommy and Daddy don lik me any more. An I don lik dem eider. Do dey ebber put dat horrible nasty stuff on de back of ur neck? Dey keeps tellin me it is supposedly to keep de flees offa me but I don lik it. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-13171043038437271712007-06-19T05:23:00.000-05:002007-06-19T05:40:44.290-05:00Everyone seems to want...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBYjsWv7GJ6HiVEV2Xn28woYvO7hUibqjbxPPvXOIC-Gz3pyFaGcD138_8ZngGK5WCAs6ypuY2AshhRPstyWMaQ8Ygsj1ZTyKN4OR_QT1-kVMHJRAkJUpsz5B2oBk2onyqQ3q/s1600-h/pic12549.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077723284440453154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBYjsWv7GJ6HiVEV2Xn28woYvO7hUibqjbxPPvXOIC-Gz3pyFaGcD138_8ZngGK5WCAs6ypuY2AshhRPstyWMaQ8Ygsj1ZTyKN4OR_QT1-kVMHJRAkJUpsz5B2oBk2onyqQ3q/s320/pic12549.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOcDozuInFf8LojK77WB4Jg0h9gh6-lCY6g8Xcu_5147Fg7qK_DAv60T9TRXiar5oOaByrZbkWx8KFo7l63zq-LeGBYpmXdTCDi3pj5m_XdJM2cHTzqF-83Q-1BX7cMe-XWGe/s1600-h/100_0803.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077723293030387762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOcDozuInFf8LojK77WB4Jg0h9gh6-lCY6g8Xcu_5147Fg7qK_DAv60T9TRXiar5oOaByrZbkWx8KFo7l63zq-LeGBYpmXdTCDi3pj5m_XdJM2cHTzqF-83Q-1BX7cMe-XWGe/s320/100_0803.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTZkg0i4GFiSXUrxK2el4U8D4mjhII3BpPs0IylATIO0CEQ0etj6rz4DgKQbJ8C1PNKhIyPZyBw2c5Z9YCOMZ63zprkNPmnmxsIAToYbTjfIpJCAshrfL-cCg6lSigwikinny/s1600-h/100_08071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077722567180914706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTZkg0i4GFiSXUrxK2el4U8D4mjhII3BpPs0IylATIO0CEQ0etj6rz4DgKQbJ8C1PNKhIyPZyBw2c5Z9YCOMZ63zprkNPmnmxsIAToYbTjfIpJCAshrfL-cCg6lSigwikinny/s320/100_08071.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">Well for the last while mom ain't felt like writing anything. I have bugged her and bugged her but it don't seem to matter. I kep tellin her all she had to do was turn that pewter thingy on and back away from the keyboard. I will do all the rest. She told me I had lost my everloving mind and that SHE did all the writing/typing...don't you KNOW that BBB? Yeah right. If SHE does all the typing/writing around here how come I get all the credit??? Well.... cause no one wants to know what a middle aged blond fat woman is thinking? Cause all she can do is talk about Girl Scouts and her fat cats? Or possibly Gin? No not the drinking kind, the card game silly. At the time of the last post, Girl Scout Cookies were all we could do. Mom worked and worked on those darn cookies. But summer is here and there are no more funky smelling kids coming around the house, just the same old ones. Pretty soon even those will be gone. They are going to GIRL SCOUT CAMP!!!!!!!! YEAHHHHHHH No one around to pull my tail and think I have to sleep with them for 2 whole weeks!!!</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">And they even want to dress me funny... they think I am a baby doll or sumfin. BLECK! She got funny with that flashy thingy this mornin... God I hate that thing. I just noticed she put up a picture of a kitty that ain't even me!!! That hussy. Why would she do a thing like that?????</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-71828503408644981622007-02-27T22:52:00.000-06:002007-02-27T23:10:01.226-06:00My house is getting smaller.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2QLyn_cEN7qBL94Ydm1Rg6i8ZzGChFfjf2RJlyirUJ50-PeTDsNNDvxqta2UeXebaAkZxK_1KmCKjHyr6VzokToVSfl0C2zn4B3myD4WmdgeKf6bE3wpaMNHHUSobeQZ11Br/s1600-h/cookies2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036447429776828162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2QLyn_cEN7qBL94Ydm1Rg6i8ZzGChFfjf2RJlyirUJ50-PeTDsNNDvxqta2UeXebaAkZxK_1KmCKjHyr6VzokToVSfl0C2zn4B3myD4WmdgeKf6bE3wpaMNHHUSobeQZ11Br/s320/cookies2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1KEF52_zWV62Nc16VzaPBzzAMDG5XIZtw88G57tLFcmvYlbkPVIUUmaTplMnYyO-6Dk0INBDBAzNGqylK3Rk29bge5HQc816SSFONNsjIzUZcXCod19e4Z4l5jNPTc6E74c4/s1600-h/cookie`.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036446948740490994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1KEF52_zWV62Nc16VzaPBzzAMDG5XIZtw88G57tLFcmvYlbkPVIUUmaTplMnYyO-6Dk0INBDBAzNGqylK3Rk29bge5HQc816SSFONNsjIzUZcXCod19e4Z4l5jNPTc6E74c4/s320/cookie%60.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">For some reason my mom is bringing in all these things. They taking up the room in my house. The thing is they smells good to lay on and sometimes I even getted in one of them that is opened. They sure do smell good opened side. When mom opens the "boxs" she takes some in and out. She puts them in bags and takes them away. Then she bringing more in big boxes. MissChief likes the things too. She says they smell good and she likes lickin the outsides of the boxes. That is when she not trying to give me a bath. :( I keeps tellin her I don't like baths, but she don't listen much to me. If I keep hissin at her maybe she will one day though. Maybe. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">B-Cubed.....FullaCookies</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-24006033456445235262007-01-02T15:38:00.000-06:002007-01-02T15:49:57.213-06:00Where did she go?<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Today I looked around and my MissChief was gone. I looked and looked. I looked in the Christmas Tree where she likes to hide. I looked in the bedroom where she likes to sleep on my mommies bed. I looked in the laundry room where sometimes she sleeps in the laundry basket. She wasn't no were to be founded. I went to mommie and cried and cried. Where's MissChief????? Mommie just told me to go lay down. Then I realized that the crate was goned. The one that they use to take you to the DOCKTOR in. OMG OMG OMG WHERE DID THEY TAKE MY MISSCHIEF???? Finally, she camed home and she was with daddy. He had taked her to that mean Docktor that shotted her. She said she growled at him and hisssssssed at him but he shotted her anyways. She was happy though because he gived her a fancy thingy to go on her collar. Daddy says it proves she got shotted. Well I could have proved that. It hurted enough to prove it. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">B-Cubed.....Relieved</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-40552385736512792762006-12-28T22:02:00.000-06:002006-12-28T22:21:10.081-06:00I had a pretty good Christmas... Did You?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQUWptUVxSIcblHl-LfZrQJ2vd7pEJpTa_fvFcXjmYfXyar3SgYWbk2FnUPgwKH8fQCLJfj2TxcyONhqGxvUzrMrhwVzsZztxXxiqAToFqT-PhP8Oaw6oKM4U3PDceg9GIQ8XK/s1600-h/100_0159.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013798926649899106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQUWptUVxSIcblHl-LfZrQJ2vd7pEJpTa_fvFcXjmYfXyar3SgYWbk2FnUPgwKH8fQCLJfj2TxcyONhqGxvUzrMrhwVzsZztxXxiqAToFqT-PhP8Oaw6oKM4U3PDceg9GIQ8XK/s200/100_0159.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraFnUvr4nlZBSyz709gZbdSBams_tv35WX09J8pjw7IF7n8qVhqaj6-MzHBsG48z-Bu_CTGUuikO0WX0gngpCvTqMXKy1nKUGUJ46fRDEOmgvBbUN2Ew4ORaY2BNDsDwp05vY/s1600-h/100_0160.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013798935239833714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraFnUvr4nlZBSyz709gZbdSBams_tv35WX09J8pjw7IF7n8qVhqaj6-MzHBsG48z-Bu_CTGUuikO0WX0gngpCvTqMXKy1nKUGUJ46fRDEOmgvBbUN2Ew4ORaY2BNDsDwp05vY/s200/100_0160.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVvydP_cj4btE99X-AWzpGO-DmCtoSc-PtoxUHdvyfNqNegO-B5R-188lEK3wg8YcPjQUwHqo64XQzOSdREbE4MW7gSo7a9YPpo-nAt5lUK7MMmeCxLdCCnNmauaiyoLWYd6i/s1600-h/100_0163.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013798943829768322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVvydP_cj4btE99X-AWzpGO-DmCtoSc-PtoxUHdvyfNqNegO-B5R-188lEK3wg8YcPjQUwHqo64XQzOSdREbE4MW7gSo7a9YPpo-nAt5lUK7MMmeCxLdCCnNmauaiyoLWYd6i/s200/100_0163.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I had a pretty good Christmas. My Mommie and Daddy lefted us at home and went to various places for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. But they did bring us home some Stinky Goodness. The canned kind that omg omg omg is goooooood. Me and MissChief stuffed ourselves on that and on the Turkey that Dad's Mom fixed. That was pretty darn good too. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Yesterday I runned out and Dad had to get out the Greenies to get me to come back in and then I had to take a bath. I didn't wanna take one so MissChief got me downed and gived me one. I was beyond shock. She has never bathed me before.<br /><br />B-Cubed...Humiliated.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-73119846734231272912006-12-24T00:13:00.000-06:002006-12-24T00:27:25.108-06:00This is fun.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwm6uKOC8mfd2jZOXVOpKawUl7B_gDwa3u7mc_2UiFw3xZ4WKozuHQMFKyaXp4Z5zWWFtLDJyds8z4PMdjiRgo94DMy0B8HLHBL3ytrJHmGWgPpqEl4926G9odwKvkc6Ij4A3v/s1600-h/100_0104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011975841881765890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwm6uKOC8mfd2jZOXVOpKawUl7B_gDwa3u7mc_2UiFw3xZ4WKozuHQMFKyaXp4Z5zWWFtLDJyds8z4PMdjiRgo94DMy0B8HLHBL3ytrJHmGWgPpqEl4926G9odwKvkc6Ij4A3v/s320/100_0104.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmunTgoL2kYKOODEgfOuX8FQCU0LbBf9W9E3IS9VL-wvz7gX30HBFC_Wpe6ZAdwNvNCeyw58bhuBJrS6eEIh32ZmxeR7IJ0o1cDN78Ed8Sygd3LKBhX-LJBEAlF4E2Gzvzd7hy/s1600-h/Card1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011975846176733202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmunTgoL2kYKOODEgfOuX8FQCU0LbBf9W9E3IS9VL-wvz7gX30HBFC_Wpe6ZAdwNvNCeyw58bhuBJrS6eEIh32ZmxeR7IJ0o1cDN78Ed8Sygd3LKBhX-LJBEAlF4E2Gzvzd7hy/s320/Card1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44LE1IzbPy7PW5ifmBNlrS2EWzqkljiP3KBtP47X0X_xekY2dtf_Udjj_Fm4_64oniv3Nsyc79jXt7XM8Uau6KVL44061Ynt2PWlne3CY1tp4X9Oy2pwJL3eeUp3jZwv3vKcx/s1600-h/TheKing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011975850471700514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44LE1IzbPy7PW5ifmBNlrS2EWzqkljiP3KBtP47X0X_xekY2dtf_Udjj_Fm4_64oniv3Nsyc79jXt7XM8Uau6KVL44061Ynt2PWlne3CY1tp4X9Oy2pwJL3eeUp3jZwv3vKcx/s320/TheKing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Ok,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">So I have been beaten. She is fun. She beated me down and now I think that she is pretty fun. (I think it is her eyes glowing like that...) We sure do like rasslin. She is good at hidin and jumpin out onned me. My mommie took some pictures with that new fancy camera. Santa broughted it to her. I thought Santa looked an awful much like Daddy. One thing I do like about Miss-Chief is that she don't like those little humans. She likes Mommie and Daddy enough but she sure don't want them other two picking her up and messing with her. That is so funny. They haul me around like a stuffed kitty or something. Here is a picture of me being "The King" and her being "The Queen" and us rassling... gosh it was fun. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">B-Cubed..... </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1166596421890194422006-12-20T00:26:00.000-06:002006-12-20T00:33:41.903-06:00I does not like this.Well peoples and beans. While I have been getting used to my new brat sissy, I guess some ugly peoples or beans (Probably peoples) have been leaving comments and links to UGLY things in my blog. I had to have my mommie delete them. Now since we can't be good little boy and girls and beans and beaners, we are on moderation. I hated that. But I can't have ugly things in my blog. So when my mommie checks the mail she will tell them if a comment can or cannot be put on there. :( <br /><br />I will update you on the silly sissy I gotted. So far, she is ok. We been playing together for a day or two and she has taughted me alot of new games. BUT she whopps my behind in all of them. She can run faster and wrestle better than I can!!!! I cannot believe it. She is turning into alot of fun. I still won't share my mommie, but she can share everything else. OKOKOK not my litterbox or food bowl. AND she don't get my treats either, but then again she don't like them (YET)!!!<br /><br />B-Cubed....Perturbed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1166235402494227032006-12-15T20:13:00.000-06:002006-12-15T20:28:17.550-06:00Here Is MissChief<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/706/3329/1600/274909/audery%20%26julie%20%26%20tiger%20cubs%20014.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/706/3329/320/522429/audery%20%26julie%20%26%20tiger%20cubs%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Well.... I have decided. She is ok. She can be in my house. She can sleep on the back of my chair. BUT she CANNOT have my MOMMIE to sleep on. She can sleep on Daddy, as long as I don't have to share him at the same time. BUT when she sleeps on my MOMMIE, I come running and HISSSSSSSSSSSSS Her out of there. I have to draw a line SOMEWHERE. <br /><br />B-Cubed.... Accepting.. Somewhat.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1165986814771406482006-12-12T22:43:00.000-06:002006-12-12T23:16:37.310-06:00Well I don't like it.....<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/706/3329/1600/921622/3_0001.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/706/3329/320/971102/3_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/706/3329/1600/454525/2_0001MamaMischief.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/706/3329/320/103461/2_0001MamaMischief.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I don't like it at all. As a matter of fact, I hate it. I HATE HER. But. She won't go away. Even when I HISSSSSSSSSSSS at her. She just looks at me and says, SO WHAT???? HISSSSSSSSSSS AWAY BIG BOY... SEE WHERE IT GETS YOU!!!! And she hisssssssssssses back. Geez. So we both go hide. But I did get my revenge. I ripped apart the scratchy thingy. The one my so-called Mommie puts Daddie's dirty uniforms in. HE HE HE HE. I DID I DID. So what? This is MY Mommie (Supposedly) taking HER picture. Ain't that awful?? MY MOMMIE??<br /><br /><br />B-Cubed.... PISSED.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1165899737065554172006-12-11T22:49:00.000-06:002006-12-11T23:02:17.076-06:00THIS IS NOT GOOD.I HATE THESE PEOPLE. I HATE EVERYTHING. I HISS AT YOU ALL. <br />HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br />HHHHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br />My MOMMIE brought a STRANGE KITTY INTO MY HOUSE. <br />I DON'T LIKES IT. <br />I HISSSSSSSS AT HER. <br />I HISSSSSSS AT EVERYONE!!!!!!!! <br />TOMORROW I AM GOING TO FIND A WAY TO GET RID OF HER!!!!!<br /><br />B-Cubed.... PISSED OFF!!!!!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1165807474057639042006-12-10T21:19:00.000-06:002006-12-10T21:24:34.066-06:00I have another litter box...Today Mommie put a second litter box and food dish in the big peoples litter box. I wonders why? I already have mine. They are being so confusing. Mommie said she is going to go pick up Mischief tomorrow. What do that mean? What is a Mischief? I don't know if I want a Mischief. I guess I's will see what it is tomorrow. You all have a good day tomorrow.<br /><br />B-Cubed.... Concerned.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1165545003651327632006-12-07T19:55:00.000-06:002006-12-07T20:30:03.663-06:00Hmmmm. Somethings going on.....I am not real sure what is happening. My Mommie today was so excited. She took the cage thingy and left. Her and Dad been whispering alot. AND they smell suspicious. They smell like a GIRL KITTY. This makes me nervous. I don't know whats they are doing, but I know for sure theys up to sumpin. She told Dad that the Mischief is at the Vet. I thinks the Vet is the same as that awful DOKTOR. Now I am not real sure about that, but it could be. I ain't going back to no DOKTOR. But my cage thingy isn't here anyway so I thinks I am safe for that. I don't know where Mommie left it though. I am sure she will bring it home soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1163542504376180672006-11-14T15:32:00.000-06:002006-11-14T16:15:04.390-06:00For many days last week there was alot of activity. Packing activity. My Mommie kept telling the smaller Humans to bring her stuff. "Bring me the canteens." "Bring me the Sleeping Bags." "Bring me the backpacks." She packed it alllll up. Then she took them and some other human kids with her in the big car and wented away. And she stayed away. She called it camping. They were gone Friday, Saturday, and FINALLY on Sunday she commed home. I was left there... alllll alone with Daddy. He is ok, but just not as good as my mommie. I didn't like it very much. When we sleeped, I couldn't get as warm as I usually do cause I sleep between thems and when she gone, it just wasnot tha same. So I cried to my Daddy but he didnot listen. He just tol me to go to sleep. But I cannot go to sleep. AND He do not give me treats like Mommie does. He makes me stand up and grab them. He wants me to do tricks like his dumb dumb dog does. I gots news for him. I DO NOT DO TRICKS. Mommie just gives them to me. But she commed home. I was really happy. I licked her hand and smelled her all over. She smelled like that outdoors place. She said she had taken her "Girl Scouts" camping. They must have had alot of fun. She sure was in a good mood. <br /><br />B-Cubed..... Happy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1162251898311600492006-10-30T17:41:00.000-06:002006-10-30T17:44:58.326-06:00Mommie got me a new bottle of TREATS!!!I love treats. I love them. They is soooo goodness. She boughted me a new bottle of them at Wal-Smarts and then when she opened them she held them up and made me sit up on my back legs to get one. That is ok I grabbed her hand with my claws and made sure I gotted it good. MAN it was good. She gived me about a dozen (she says) I didn't think it was enough but she say she can't give me too many or that docktor guy will get mad. Phooey on the Docktor. <br /><br />B-Cubed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1161824993292320962006-10-25T20:05:00.000-05:002006-10-25T20:09:53.303-05:00New Pictures....You would THINK that woman would come up with some new pictures of me if she is going to post them here. I mean really. Those pictures are so old that I have visibly aged since she took them. Maybe SOON she will get off her behind and take some new pictures. If she does I might have to hide though since I really hate to have my picture taken. When she does, if she does, I might let her. We will see. <br />All you kats out there have fun.<br /><br />B-Cubed....Miffed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1161641414884340742006-10-23T16:51:00.000-05:002006-10-23T17:10:14.896-05:00OUTSIDE!!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010003.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/320/P1010003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/320/P1010059.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/320/P1010001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010066.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/320/P1010066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />That little human opened the front door this morning and I RUNNED OUT!!!! FREEDOM!! It smelled soooo good. I runned all the way to that big blue thing the man calls a car. Then I realized it was COLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS!!!! I turned around and runned right back into the warm house. It was so nice. I went and laid down on my Secretary/Mommies bed. Her electric blankie was still on so it was really nice and warm. I snuggled up all tight and got warmed up. I won't do that again for awhile, maybe. Well, I won't do it again until I forget how BRRRRR it really was.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1160507144977700112006-10-10T13:57:00.000-05:002006-10-10T14:05:44.986-05:00Snack Time.......Today Mommie had something really really good. She called it "sausage". MMMMM It was such goodness. She gave me bites. Just tiny ones. She says it wasnot nuff to make the Docktor mad. I donot thinks she meaned for me to steal it though. She got really mad when I swipeded it from the counter. It was really goodness. Maybe she will give me somemore later.<br /><br />B-Cubed.. fullUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1160258805883836122006-10-07T17:03:00.000-05:002006-10-07T17:06:45.893-05:00Mama Found a Picture...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/dontgoalone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/320/dontgoalone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I knew it was a bad place out there but I never thought somebody this tiny should be let out alone muchless as protection...<br /><br />B-CubedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1160031773070291002006-10-05T01:54:00.000-05:002006-10-05T02:02:53.080-05:00I think I need new peoples.Yesterday my mommie and daddie left me and wuz gone all day. I heard them talkin before they lefted and they was talkin about dads brudder. He is real sik. Sumthin about Docktors. Now see. When they starts talkin about Docktors I just went and hidded. I DON"T LIKE DOCKTOR. That man shotted me and I donnot like him. I figgur if'n they gonna go seed the Docktor they gonna take me back and I ain't gonna go. The only thing is I looked around and they wuz gone. They didn't come back for hours and hours. I don't like that. My mommie is supposeded to be home wid me. When dey gotted home I fussed at dem. I started with Daddy and fusssssed and he petted me and told me he sorry he had to go to see the Docktor about his brudder. I guess it is ok since mommie petted me too and then she gived me this stuff that I likes alot. Not the usual stinky goodness. This is special goodness. The treat goodness. And she played with my goodsmelling mousie with me. Yes, I admit it I am a NipHead. The mouse has Nip in it. By the time we got done I didn't much care I was all alone all day. I gotted to sleep on the bed anyway. <br />B-CubedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1159644782859289522006-09-30T14:23:00.000-05:002006-09-30T21:13:34.296-05:00Hummmph....THAT MAN.. the Docktor said I was OVERWEIHT. Wat do that mean? Mommie say she KNEW IT. That is why she puted me on a diet. Well I donnot like a diet at all. She fat, what do she expected from me? She say they cannot feed me exceptin 2 times a day. NO matter what those kids do. If she catches them she says she will tell the Docktor on them. Geez that is too hard. I gets hungry. Then she gets mad cause I gets to begging. Especially at 3 in the night when she is sleeping she gets mad. I jumps on her head. It always wakes her and Daddy up. He gets madder than she does.<br /><br />Darn it.<br /><br />B-Cubed..... Hungry.<br /><br /><br />PSed. I forgotted to tell you that he SHOTTED ME. Where does that Docktor get off? HE SHOTTED ME AND IT HURT. Well that is ok. I got him back. I scratched him, and bited him too. I hope it hurt. The Jerk. Hummmph.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1159535683238536162006-09-29T08:10:00.000-05:002006-09-29T08:14:43.256-05:00Don't know about this...My mommie keeps talking about da vet and goin to da docter. Wat does dat mean? Sumthin about tomorrow is five dollar day? I am not sure wat dat means but mommie put my harness back on and says I have to wear it till after tomorrow.<br /><br />B-Cubed..... confusedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1159051287898160002006-09-23T17:35:00.000-05:002006-09-24T13:48:15.646-05:00Cats Kitty Gatos MemFURship....<a href="http://www.catskittysgatos.shabbykat.com/"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/320/TUCKSpic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Lookie whats I gots!!! I is now OFFicial, like I wasn't off before. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1157300802162546922006-09-03T11:20:00.000-05:002006-09-03T11:26:42.246-05:00The Camera is BrokenAnd boy is my mom upset. Something about it costing to much to fix. Well personally, I am glad it is broken. I hate her taking pictures of me all the time. It gets to be SO ANNOYING. She finally decided to make a post for me without a picture. It is about time that woman decided to do it. I have been wanting/waiting for her to make a post for DAYS. I think it is time I fired her and got another woman for my secretary. She isn't doing her job properly. Can you believe she has even decided to only feed me twice a day??? OMG ONLY 2 times. That isn't enough. I have been getting skinny. :( I am so skinny that my harness slipped off yesterday when mom wasn't looking (hahahahaha that was a trick) while we were in the yard walking. We went for a walk then she put me on what she calls " the stake out leash" while she played with her pond. It is a really long leash so I can walk around and investigate everything. Almost all the way around the yard. I was out of that harness and gone before she could say Lickety Split. It was fun hehehehe. Well right now I am laying on top of mom's desk, hiding from the vaccum sweeper that that medium kid is running in her bedroom. I was on her bed when she started it up and I took off. Man that thing is so loud it hurts my ears. <br />All you cats out there have fun.<br /><br />B-Cubed.... DictatingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0