<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683</id><updated>2012-01-20T00:07:00.511-06:00</updated><category term='Girl Scout Cookies'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='Girl Scouts'/><title type='text'>Baby Brat Boy's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>B-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.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-761111973177887220</id><published>2007-07-12T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:35:05.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RpbkwU6nZkI/AAAAAAAAADI/m3eJGDcuixc/s1600-h/100_0830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086504348060968514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RpbkwU6nZkI/AAAAAAAAADI/m3eJGDcuixc/s320/100_0830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rpbkwk6nZlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/w-qMTFrGU3A/s1600-h/100_0835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086504352355935826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rpbkwk6nZlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/w-qMTFrGU3A/s320/100_0835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rpbkwk6nZmI/AAAAAAAAADY/EqiGsyOw6Nk/s1600-h/100_08361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086504352355935842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rpbkwk6nZmI/AAAAAAAAADY/EqiGsyOw6Nk/s320/100_08361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-761111973177887220?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/761111973177887220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=761111973177887220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/761111973177887220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/761111973177887220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-decided-i-am-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RpbkwU6nZkI/AAAAAAAAADI/m3eJGDcuixc/s72-c/100_0830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-3260042920511153306</id><published>2007-06-24T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:48:50.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Various other kitties....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn86-5zNkFI/AAAAAAAAACo/5oLPoSAmbNA/s1600-h/pic12570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079843757039128658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn86-5zNkFI/AAAAAAAAACo/5oLPoSAmbNA/s320/pic12570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn86_JzNkGI/AAAAAAAAACw/LwrpRjH3nR8/s1600-h/pic00330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079843761334095970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn86_JzNkGI/AAAAAAAAACw/LwrpRjH3nR8/s320/pic00330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn86_JzNkHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/shJ9syhVVy8/s1600-h/pic26946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079843761334095986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn86_JzNkHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/shJ9syhVVy8/s320/pic26946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn86_JzNkII/AAAAAAAAADA/XcWdw8mMARM/s1600-h/pic23146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079843761334096002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn86_JzNkII/AAAAAAAAADA/XcWdw8mMARM/s320/pic23146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-3260042920511153306?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3260042920511153306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=3260042920511153306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/3260042920511153306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/3260042920511153306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/various-other-kitties.html' title='Various other kitties....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn86-5zNkFI/AAAAAAAAACo/5oLPoSAmbNA/s72-c/pic12570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-2977346762468435941</id><published>2007-06-23T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:08:04.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever hate your kitty parents?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn2nqJzNkEI/AAAAAAAAACg/RpawJws9LgU/s1600-h/madashell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079400297370849346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn2nqJzNkEI/AAAAAAAAACg/RpawJws9LgU/s320/madashell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-2977346762468435941?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2977346762468435941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=2977346762468435941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/2977346762468435941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/2977346762468435941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-ever-hate-your-kitty-parents.html' title='Do you ever hate your kitty parents?'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/Rn2nqJzNkEI/AAAAAAAAACg/RpawJws9LgU/s72-c/madashell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-1317104303843727171</id><published>2007-06-19T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:40:44.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Scout Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Scouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>Everyone seems to want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RneybJzNkCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Urvyml4FZyo/s1600-h/pic12549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077723284440453154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RneybJzNkCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Urvyml4FZyo/s320/pic12549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RneybpzNkDI/AAAAAAAAACY/IeVHBuBcasQ/s1600-h/100_0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077723293030387762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RneybpzNkDI/AAAAAAAAACY/IeVHBuBcasQ/s320/100_0803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RnexxZzNkBI/AAAAAAAAACI/6Hx6oPUvXFI/s1600-h/100_08071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077722567180914706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RnexxZzNkBI/AAAAAAAAACI/6Hx6oPUvXFI/s320/100_08071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;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!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;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?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-1317104303843727171?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1317104303843727171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=1317104303843727171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/1317104303843727171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/1317104303843727171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/everyone-seems-to-want.html' title='Everyone seems to want...'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RneybJzNkCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Urvyml4FZyo/s72-c/pic12549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-7182850340864498162</id><published>2007-02-27T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:10:01.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My house is getting smaller.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/ReUOQM3G5wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q-_OGeJSy58/s1600-h/cookies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036447429776828162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/ReUOQM3G5wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q-_OGeJSy58/s320/cookies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/ReUN0M3G5vI/AAAAAAAAABs/kqfWG5k79hY/s1600-h/cookie`.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036446948740490994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/ReUN0M3G5vI/AAAAAAAAABs/kqfWG5k79hY/s320/cookie%60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;B-Cubed.....FullaCookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-7182850340864498162?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7182850340864498162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=7182850340864498162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/7182850340864498162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/7182850340864498162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-house-is-getting-smaller.html' title='My house is getting smaller.....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/ReUOQM3G5wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q-_OGeJSy58/s72-c/cookies2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-2400603345644523526</id><published>2007-01-02T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:49:57.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did she go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;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.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;B-Cubed.....Relieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-2400603345644523526?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/2400603345644523526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/2400603345644523526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-did-she-go.html' title='Where did she go?'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-4055238573651279276</id><published>2006-12-28T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:21:10.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a pretty good Christmas... Did You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RZSXjz4zuGI/AAAAAAAAABI/pTiCsYA5m5U/s1600-h/100_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013798926649899106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RZSXjz4zuGI/AAAAAAAAABI/pTiCsYA5m5U/s200/100_0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RZSXkT4zuHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yV9D-zpN6gE/s1600-h/100_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013798935239833714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RZSXkT4zuHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yV9D-zpN6gE/s200/100_0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RZSXkz4zuII/AAAAAAAAABY/8xfm-K5p2o8/s1600-h/100_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013798943829768322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RZSXkz4zuII/AAAAAAAAABY/8xfm-K5p2o8/s200/100_0163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed...Humiliated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-4055238573651279276?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/4055238573651279276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/4055238573651279276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-had-pretty-good-christmas-did-you.html' title='I had a pretty good Christmas... Did You?'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RZSXjz4zuGI/AAAAAAAAABI/pTiCsYA5m5U/s72-c/100_0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-7311984673423127291</id><published>2006-12-24T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:27:25.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RY4deT4zuAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eIXNvbyWva0/s1600-h/100_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011975841881765890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RY4deT4zuAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eIXNvbyWva0/s320/100_0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RY4dej4zuBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eHIcSsTRQLU/s1600-h/Card1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011975846176733202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RY4dej4zuBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eHIcSsTRQLU/s320/Card1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RY4dez4zuCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e-wWzzX4fgg/s1600-h/TheKing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011975850471700514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RY4dez4zuCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e-wWzzX4fgg/s320/TheKing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B-Cubed.....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-7311984673423127291?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/7311984673423127291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/7311984673423127291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-fun.html' title='This is fun.'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jBo9r1x6sw/RY4deT4zuAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eIXNvbyWva0/s72-c/100_0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116659642189019442</id><published>2006-12-20T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:33:41.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I does not like this.</title><content type='html'>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. :(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed....Perturbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116659642189019442?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116659642189019442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116659642189019442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-does-not-like-this.html' title='I does not like this.'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116623540249422703</id><published>2006-12-15T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T20:28:17.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Is MissChief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/706/3329/1600/274909/audery%20%26julie%20%26%20tiger%20cubs%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed.... Accepting.. Somewhat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116623540249422703?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116623540249422703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116623540249422703&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116623540249422703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116623540249422703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/here-is-misschief.html' title='Here Is MissChief'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116598681477140648</id><published>2006-12-12T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:16:37.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I don't like it.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/706/3329/1600/921622/3_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/706/3329/1600/454525/2_0001MamaMischief.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed.... PISSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116598681477140648?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116598681477140648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116598681477140648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116598681477140648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116598681477140648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-i-dont-like-it.html' title='Well I don&apos;t like it.....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116589973706555417</id><published>2006-12-11T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:02:17.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS NOT GOOD.</title><content type='html'>I HATE THESE PEOPLE.  I HATE EVERYTHING.  I HISS AT YOU ALL.  &lt;br /&gt;HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;HHHHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;My MOMMIE brought a STRANGE KITTY INTO MY HOUSE.  &lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKES IT.  &lt;br /&gt;I HISSSSSSSS AT HER.  &lt;br /&gt;I HISSSSSSS AT EVERYONE!!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW I AM GOING TO FIND A WAY TO GET RID OF HER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed.... PISSED OFF!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116589973706555417?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116589973706555417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116589973706555417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116589973706555417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116589973706555417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-not-good.html' title='THIS IS NOT GOOD.'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116580747405763904</id><published>2006-12-10T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:24:34.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have another litter box...</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed.... Concerned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116580747405763904?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116580747405763904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116580747405763904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116580747405763904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116580747405763904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-another-litter-box.html' title='I have another litter box...'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116554500365132763</id><published>2006-12-07T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:30:03.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm.  Somethings going on.....</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116554500365132763?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116554500365132763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116554500365132763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116554500365132763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116554500365132763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmmmm-somethings-going-on.html' title='Hmmmm.  Somethings going on.....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116354250437618067</id><published>2006-11-14T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:15:04.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For 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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed..... Happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116354250437618067?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116354250437618067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116354250437618067&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116354250437618067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116354250437618067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-many-days-last-week-there-was-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116225189831160049</id><published>2006-10-30T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:44:58.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommie got me a new bottle of TREATS!!!</title><content type='html'>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.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116225189831160049?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116225189831160049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116225189831160049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116225189831160049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116225189831160049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/mommie-got-me-new-bottle-of-treats.html' title='Mommie got me a new bottle of TREATS!!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116182499329232096</id><published>2006-10-25T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:09:53.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures....</title><content type='html'>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. &lt;br /&gt;All you kats out there have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed....Miffed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116182499329232096?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116182499329232096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116182499329232096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116182499329232096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116182499329232096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116164141488434074</id><published>2006-10-23T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:10:14.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTSIDE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010059.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010066.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116164141488434074?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116164141488434074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116164141488434074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116164141488434074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116164141488434074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/outside.html' title='OUTSIDE!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116050714497770011</id><published>2006-10-10T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:05:44.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snack Time.......</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed.. full&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116050714497770011?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116050714497770011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116050714497770011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116050714497770011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116050714497770011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/snack-time.html' title='Snack Time.......'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116025880588383612</id><published>2006-10-07T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T17:06:45.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Found a Picture...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/dontgoalone.jpg"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was a bad place out there but I never thought somebody this tiny should be let out alone muchless as protection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116025880588383612?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116025880588383612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116025880588383612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116025880588383612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116025880588383612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/mama-found-picture.html' title='Mama Found a Picture...'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-116003177307029100</id><published>2006-10-05T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T02:02:53.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I need new peoples.</title><content type='html'>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.  &lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-116003177307029100?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116003177307029100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=116003177307029100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116003177307029100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/116003177307029100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-i-need-new-peoples.html' title='I think I need new peoples.'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115964478285928952</id><published>2006-09-30T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:13:34.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummmph....</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed..... Hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115964478285928952?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115964478285928952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115964478285928952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115964478285928952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115964478285928952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/hummmph.html' title='Hummmph....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115953568323853616</id><published>2006-09-29T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:14:43.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know about this...</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed..... confused&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115953568323853616?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115953568323853616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115953568323853616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115953568323853616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115953568323853616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-know-about-this.html' title='Don&apos;t know about this...'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115905128789816000</id><published>2006-09-23T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T13:48:15.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats Kitty Gatos MemFURship....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.catskittysgatos.shabbykat.com/"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie whats I gots!!!  I is now OFFicial, like I wasn't off before.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115905128789816000?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115905128789816000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115905128789816000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115905128789816000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115905128789816000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/cats-kitty-gatos-memfurship.html' title='Cats Kitty Gatos MemFURship....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115730080216254692</id><published>2006-09-03T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T11:26:42.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Camera is Broken</title><content type='html'>And 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.   &lt;br /&gt;All you cats out there have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed.... Dictating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115730080216254692?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115730080216254692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115730080216254692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115730080216254692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115730080216254692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/camera-is-broken.html' title='The Camera is Broken'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115550142893598617</id><published>2006-08-13T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T15:37:08.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom is better!!!</title><content type='html'>Sanjee thank ya for the advice, I did just that.  I snuggled wif her and I purrrrrrred, alot.  She got better but it took her awhile.  She is finally back able to be typing for me (I like that) and giving me plenty of Nip (I like that more) and lately she takes me out for walks in the yard!!!  I LOVE THAT!!!  She was reading to me on some other kitties blog that her mama takes her to the park for walks and I said... OH MY GOSH I WANNA GO!!!!! So we have to start in the yard and wait till mom can buy me a harness instead of a collar.  That way I don't choke myself silly when I try runnin away.  Today Dad is goin to Muskogee to the pet store to check about a harness since Mom measured my chest and neck today, geez I didn't realize I was that big......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed   Anxiously Awaiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115550142893598617?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115550142893598617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115550142893598617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115550142893598617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115550142893598617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/mom-is-better.html' title='Mom is better!!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115448104511446185</id><published>2006-08-01T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:10:47.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I am today</title><content type='html'>Well today was good.  My mom finally decided to get around and come to the computer so I could tell you all how I am doing.  I sure do wish she would get better soon cause I am tired of laying in bed with her.  I don't get near as much nip from those smaller peoples and Dad don't like me all "crazy".   So... Till mom gets better I am limited :(  I don't like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed....   Unhappy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115448104511446185?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115448104511446185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115448104511446185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115448104511446185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115448104511446185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-i-am-today.html' title='How I am today'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115414908323714101</id><published>2006-07-28T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:58:03.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been soooo Busy...</title><content type='html'>I am sorry it has taken me so long to get back with y'all.  I have been way to busy and just couldn't find the time to be on the computer. (Besides my typist has been laid up).  I have had to spend all my time lately taking care of my mom.  She had something called a surgery on Wednesday.  All I know is her and Dad got up realllly early Wednesday morning and left.  He came home later but he didn't bring her!!!!  Now I just wasn't real happy about that.  I walked around the house and cried and cried.  I wanted my mommie.  The next day Dad went to work and left me all by myself!  Now that is just rediculious.  I mean, who is gonna give me my treats?  Who is gonna spring that mouse that smells soooo good and I have to chase it all day?  Who is going to scratch my chin?  I just thought it was terribly unfair.  &lt;br /&gt;   That night when he came home he brought mom with him, but she was hobbling and walking so funny.  Like she had a corn cob stuck up...well you know where the sun don't shine... hahahahahaha.  I smelled and smelled her, boy she smelled wierd.  Kinda like medicine or something.  Then she laid down in bed and just stayed there.  That is wierd too.  I laid there with her to keep watch on her.  She needed all washed and everything too, had to get that wierd smell off.  I washed her hands and face and arms.  Everything she would let me.  Then I laid there and make sure she don't go away again.  She sure is a good scratcher when she is awake, but she is sleepy so much lately.  She says she will be better in a few days.  I hope she is cause I need someone to be giving me treats.  When she is sleeping I sleep too.  I like to sleep on her hand, that way I don't have to be awake to make sure she don't leave me.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, you all have fun,  I gotta get back in there with mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed.... Exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115414908323714101?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115414908323714101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115414908323714101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115414908323714101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115414908323714101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/been-soooo-busy.html' title='Been soooo Busy...'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115358346293060663</id><published>2006-07-22T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:00:07.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it??  She is just standing there.  Taking the darn pictures.  I AM STARVING TO DEATH and she just is standing there acting like it is the cutest thing she has ever seen... MOMMMMMMMMIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE Feed me.  PLEASE.  I have never in my life seen her just stand there while I am soooo hungry.  It is AWFUL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed.  Starving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115358346293060663?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115358346293060663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115358346293060663&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115358346293060663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115358346293060663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-hungry.html' title='SO HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115351780412366199</id><published>2006-07-21T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:36:44.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/ca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/400/ca2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/nip_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/400/nip_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115351780412366199?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115351780412366199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115351780412366199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115351780412366199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115351780412366199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115351676287020644</id><published>2006-07-21T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:07:27.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BUGS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/400/P1010003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/200/P1010003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/200/P1010002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/200/P1010014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/200/P1010009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/200/P1010015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BUGS!!!!!!!  They are the OTHER Flying around thingys.   They fly, they hop, they crawl... BUT THEY CAN"T GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!!! B-CUBED The GREAT WHITE (and black) HUNTER.  That darn bug even tried to hide under mommies rug.  THAT AIN"T HAPPENING.  Other than that wonderful news, my mommie got me some fresh nip today.   OMG it is soo good.  Not quite as much fun as catching that bug, but darn close.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day all you fun peooples.. and kitties too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115351676287020644?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115351676287020644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115351676287020644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115351676287020644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115351676287020644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/bugs.html' title='BUGS!!!!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115343932144628602</id><published>2006-07-20T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:48:41.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays Excitement....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/320/P1010079.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man mom was sure excited today.   Apparently that medium sized human that I live with had her picture in the newspaper.  She has been volunteering at the Old Peoples Lunch Place this summer.  She comes home smelling like food.  She always has left overs.  She goes about every day cept when she is away at some camp.  She goes to Church camp and Girl Scout camp and pretty much anywhere else mom can send her and that littler one.   They pester me sooo much that I am tickled to see them go for awhile.   There is a picture of the middle sized one farther down on the page from this blog, maybe mom will put the other pic up this time.  Anyway, all the excitement is done for now.    Have a good day, I am going for some treats since mom is in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115343932144628602?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115343932144628602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115343932144628602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115343932144628602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115343932144628602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/todays-excitement.html' title='Todays Excitement....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115328516157742424</id><published>2006-07-18T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:59:21.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/200/P1010067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/200/P1010061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/200/P1010062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/200/P1010064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/P1010063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/200/P1010063.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an interesting day.   I found out that thing that keeps the air outside, those things that hang over them... mom calls them curtains.  They come OFF!!!  I was totally amazed.  Couldn't figure out why mom was so upset.  Those colorful things I knocked off didn't spill or anything, just fell off.  Man she was ticked.  She got over it, but I did have to spend some time in that coop she calls my box.  That sucked.   I might do it again tomorrow if she can get it back up.   B-Cubed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115328516157742424?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115328516157742424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115328516157742424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115328516157742424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115328516157742424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115300972056734584</id><published>2006-07-15T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:28:40.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My official Tuxedo Timmy Membership Card....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tuxedogang.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I'm a card carrying member!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/65/2023/400/member.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115300972056734584?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115300972056734584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115300972056734584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115300972056734584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115300972056734584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-official-tuxedo-timmy-membership.html' title='My official Tuxedo Timmy Membership Card....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115300778195058328</id><published>2006-07-15T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T18:56:21.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flying Around Thingy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/002_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/320/002_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/003_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/320/003_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom took some pictures of me the other day when I was trying to catch that flying around thingy in the air. I don' t know what it is called but it sure does go in circles alot. I would just love to get my hands, errrr, paws on it. I climbed as high as I could on top of mom's desk, but I still couldn't get it.    Have fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Cubed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115300778195058328?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115300778195058328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115300778195058328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115300778195058328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115300778195058328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/flying-around-thingy.html' title='The Flying Around Thingy...'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115284091249449527</id><published>2006-07-13T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:03:59.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of B-Cubed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/052_52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/400/052_52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/055_55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/400/055_55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/018_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/400/018_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/1600/017_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/706/3329/400/017_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pics of B-Cubed today... He is soooofunny and loves to have his picture taken. Almost as much as sleeping and eating. Here he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115284091249449527?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115284091249449527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115284091249449527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115284091249449527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115284091249449527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-of-b-cubed.html' title='Pictures of B-Cubed'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30948683.post-115259110095357921</id><published>2006-07-10T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:11:40.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi you all!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How are you all doing?   I am B-cubed, short for Baby Brat Boy.   My mom is typing this for me since I don't have fingers that work that way, my toes don't hit the right keys most of the time.  She takes pictures of me, but not nearly enough.  I get to do lots of stuff at home but mostly I like to eat and sleep.   I run around a bit especially this summer, I have been having fun chasing the bugs that get in the house when Dad or Mom opens the door.  That is when I don't run out it.  Then I get to have fun running from them when they chase me.  Well, that is about all for now kids,   I will holler soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B-cubed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30948683-115259110095357921?l=babybratboysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115259110095357921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30948683&amp;postID=115259110095357921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115259110095357921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30948683/posts/default/115259110095357921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybratboysblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-you-all.html' title='Hi you all!!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jdlofu9q3h0/TxehDJdGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gr9Uvx_ZvTc/s220/n684749218_1069800_1124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
