Owr New Squllion!

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We finally adopted a Squillion! Hiz name is "Pompoen," witch meens "pumkin" in Dutch. He is named in memory of a ginger cat that Mom fownd sleeping in a pile of durt in thare garden. Thay tried to adopt him, but he tarrorized the uther too kitties thay had. Thay traded him to Mom's parents (Oma and Opa) for one of thare cats, hoo was feral and at the bottom of a five-kittie totem pole. (She thrived wif Mom and Dad.) Pompoem then tarrorized Oma and Opa's four kitties, and then Pompoen ended up being deported to Canada in 1999 to live with Oma's sister. That was a purrfect fit. Tante L and Pompoen wur furry happy toogether, and Pompoen never tarrorized anuther kittie.

This is all furry impurrtant wif tooday's Homeland Security. I don't think Pompoen, wif his tarrorist record, woold haf bin allowed offur the border now.

So, Pompoen lives on!

Cat Moves

I had a busy day today. I started my scheduled events in the wee hours of the morning. Mom and Dad leave the dry food in the utility room, and I can reach it by getting on one of the litterboxes. I decided that I'm not getting enough nutrition, so I made a feeding access hole in the bottom of the bag. Unfortunately, I spilled a lot of goo-gaws, and Mom noticed. She duct-taped the hole, and then put the whole damn bag in a large tin with a lid. What's that about?
I was also a baaaaad cat- I ran laps, jumped on Mom, traded claw-swipes with Bean and committed a wide assortment of illegal cat moves.
Bean and I decided to split up and hide from each other, and Mom took a picture. I think we look sort of cute. I've already got my list started for tomorrow.