tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52897762011-04-21T19:10:37.273-04:00Cleopatra's PalaceI'm Patra, a young tortie cat with a definate opinion of the world around me and I am not afraid to blog it!Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comBlogger401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1096517606071543672004-09-30T01:13:00.000-04:002004-09-30T00:13:26.070-04:00General takes a pretty good photo, too.
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1096517529693713952004-09-27T10:11:00.000-04:002004-09-30T00:12:50.580-04:00I like to pose for photos.
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1095353904456719312004-09-16T13:57:00.000-04:002004-09-16T12:58:24.456-04:00I like to sleep with Momma on the squishy bed.
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1094875060280140912004-09-10T23:57:00.000-04:002004-09-10T23:58:19.276-04:00Oh the indignity!
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1093730703519849432004-08-28T18:04:00.000-04:002004-08-31T20:13:26.233-04:00*heaves big sigh* Due to all the troubles she's had with Authentic Hosting of late, Momma's switching servers right now, so none of my photos work! Be patient with me and hopefully I'll have photos again soon!Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1093019010950981962004-08-20T12:22:00.000-04:002004-08-31T20:16:39.466-04:00I don't understand why they won't let me play with the hamster!
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1092337668729058332004-08-12T15:06:00.000-04:002004-08-31T20:17:15.546-04:00Frozen yogurt is GOOD!
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1092337803017137312004-08-10T15:09:00.000-04:002004-08-31T21:35:49.606-04:00I like to sleep on the squishy bed!
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1091749347728476282004-08-05T19:42:00.000-04:002004-08-31T21:34:18.740-04:00
Sometimes General can look very handsome.Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1091670778238478352004-08-04T21:52:00.000-04:002004-08-31T21:36:49.483-04:00
I'm so pretty!Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1091494950805476802004-08-02T21:01:00.000-04:002004-08-31T21:37:56.936-04:00
I'm eating grass!Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1091130575690908072004-07-24T15:48:00.000-04:002004-07-29T15:49:35.690-04:00Momma's web page is "over it's bandwidth", whatever that means, due to some people stealing it. She and Daddy called the stealers names I didn't know, so I think I'd better not use them.
Anyway, until her site is back up, or until Daddy saves a photo for me, I've can't put any pictures up at all! And I've got so many really good pictures of me to use. Oh, and some of General, too, of course.Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1090178034518599972004-07-18T15:12:00.000-04:002004-07-18T15:17:45.176-04:00Since Captain has gone over the Rainbow Bridge, we get to stay in the house more often and sleep on the squishy bed a LOT more!
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1089938269913235612004-07-15T20:37:00.000-04:002004-07-15T20:39:13.983-04:00I'm Daddy's girl, can you tell?
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1089779327229327372004-07-14T00:28:00.000-04:002004-07-14T00:28:47.230-04:00Told you I would make a good kitty model.
(click on the little pictures of me to get a bigger one. . . it's like magic, isn't it?)Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1089778231591486382004-07-13T23:04:00.000-04:002004-07-14T00:26:04.343-04:00Okay, I'm back. Finally. After almost a YEAR! I don't think I'm a real good blogger. . . There's just so many things to do, bugs to catch, mice to chase, poopies to poop, hamsters to dream about, naps to be had on the squishy bed and insults to think up for General. Well, with all this going on, I've just not been really good about blogging.
So, I got to thinking about my blog and what I'd Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1089778728384559392004-04-22T00:17:00.000-04:002004-07-14T00:19:44.073-04:00Rest in Peace, Captain Wentworth. We'll all miss you.
March 1996 to 20 April 2004
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1061497789052897892003-08-21T16:29:00.000-04:002003-08-21T16:51:47.760-04:00It's been REAL hot lately. I don't mind, though, I just go play in the shade in the bushes or the gully. It's cool in there with lots of fun stuff to see and do. Plus, I can always go into the basement and get water and cool my belly on the cold floor, if I need to.
General minds the heat, though. It makes him REALLY cranky and mean and he doesn't want to play. Momma says that the heat Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1061406830281251802003-08-20T15:13:00.000-04:002003-08-20T15:13:50.313-04:00Mamma's been hogging the computer a LOT lately, so I've not been able to post much. I thought you'd like to see this photo of me, though. I have re-read what I've written, to make sure it looks good, you understand!
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1060828098944553362003-08-13T22:28:00.000-04:002003-08-13T22:41:27.606-04:00I played with that Daddy fella tonight. He's not too bad, after all--he bought me a New Toy! He's Frederico Ferret and he's the BESTEST toy EVER. I got to play in the clothes basket too! We had a LOT of fun!
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1059880252912015882003-08-02T23:10:00.000-04:002003-08-02T23:10:52.910-04:00Here's the post that I wrote for Rant-o-Rama to use for the blogathon. I thought I'd publish it here so I'd have it to. . . Well. . . Momma said I did a good job and was a good girl to write it so I thought you'd like to see it too!
When Momma first asked me to write something for Mary to use for the Blogorama, I kinda hesitated. I mean, Mary has DOGS and we all know that dogs are blechy! Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1059354321453353462003-07-27T21:05:00.000-04:002003-07-27T21:51:52.943-04:00I guess Momma's trying to make up. It's sorta working. She let me explore in the attic for a while this evening, All By MYSELF! I got to be Dangerous Kitty, a/k/a/ Laura Kroftkat, and have adventures. I was so cool! Still giving me that nasty cold ear gunk, though. Man, I hope she runs out of it and SOON!Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1059274861095416712003-07-26T23:01:00.000-04:002003-07-26T23:04:01.400-04:00On Strike!
I'm SO mad at Momma. She keeps putting that cold stuff in my ears. I've showed her my extreme displeasure, by not playing with her At All.
That Daddy Fella says "Patra, you're breaking your Momma's heart!". Well, GOOD. Maybe she'll stop HURTING me with that MEDICINE.
See? I told you, I'm on strike. I've refused to play with ANYthing. She's tried with all my favorite toys.Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1059008116055352362003-07-23T20:55:00.000-04:002003-07-23T22:17:15.243-04:00Bad Day!
I've had a really Bad Day today! Momma told me that I had to go to the vet, today, which I hate. She said it was to get medicine so I could always stay young and pretty. That seemed pretty important, and I know General never had young-and-pretty medicine, and look at him, so. . . How bad could it be, is what I thought.
Very Bad.
First off, I had forgotten about that awful carrier Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1058750255739442652003-07-20T21:17:00.000-04:002003-07-20T21:17:35.713-04:00Thanks to Joni, I now have my own photo gallery! Yeah for me!Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1058500273256248092003-07-17T23:51:00.000-04:002003-07-17T23:51:13.230-04:00See. . .
I TOLD you General was lazy!
Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1058462971453327792003-07-17T13:29:00.000-04:002003-07-17T13:55:38.650-04:00In a PickleI don't know what a pickle is, really, but Momma always says she's in a pickle when she's in trouble and it sounds good--sounds all sticky and prickly like the bushes outside the house--so I thought I'd say it too!
General and I are in a pickle!
It's like this. . . Momma and That Daddy Fella are going to get it's burg in Pennsylvania in September. I don't know what a burg is or Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-1058314797111061602003-07-15T20:19:00.000-04:002003-07-17T12:52:48.766-04:00Momma just met somebody that has a dog (BLECH!) and she said it was a nice dog (Yeah right) and that I should post his link here (I don't THINK so!) but I did tell Moose's Momma that I would write a story for her for the blogorama. Her worthy cause is the Denver Dumb Friends League. I'd write for Joni too, if she wanted--her blogorama cause is Adopt a Cat of Houston and she has two cats! But Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-958996702003-06-21T16:16:00.000-04:002003-06-21T16:21:17.000-04:00The Basement
Oh wow! We played in the basement, Mama, Daddy and me. They were doing something, I don't know what, with great big plastic bags and putting lots of great, fun stuff in them. To save for later, I guess.
I scared Daddy really badly. I jumpted out at him and he thought I was a snake. I don't know why. I mean, no snake can jump like I can!
Then I discovered something REALLY Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-957612972003-06-17T14:07:00.000-04:002003-06-18T12:01:02.000-04:00The Perfect Toy
Now, you just look at this and try to tell me that it/he/whatever wouldn't be The MOST Perfect Toy EVER. Boy oh boy would he! And, I mean EVVVVVVVVER. Just look at him! He's all pretty and feathery and he makes the neatest sounds! Oh, and he moves BY HIMSELF. I wouldn't have to toss him or roll him or have Daddy dangle him from a string!
But, Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-949721302003-05-27T23:49:00.000-04:002003-05-27T23:49:10.003-04:00Sheesh! It's not MY fault if they didn't find the chipmunk present until today, now is it? I TOLD them it was there. Stupid humans. . . . If they learned to speak feline, there wouldn't have been a problem. . . . But, boy did Mama get all grossed out and stuff. Just cause them bugs was eating it all over and, when she picked it up, it's insides spilled out. What's so bad about that? She Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-946144442003-05-19T23:30:00.000-04:002003-05-19T23:32:16.793-04:00You know, a cardboard box is a beautiful thing! I love cardboard boxes. I mean, what else can you play in, hide in, sleep in, attack your enemies in. . . Boxes are great! Big or little, it doesn't matter. They are just great! I played in one tonight, had all my toys in there, hid and bit General's tail from the cover of the box, and then chased my tail, uh, my enemy all around it, too. It Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-941781662003-05-11T22:26:00.000-04:002003-05-11T22:26:30.140-04:00Okay, so the other night, the most horriblist thing happened! One of those monsters got in MY yard and was eathing MY grass--the good long grass where I can play like I'm a jungle cat. Stupid ole big nasty monsters!Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-934299392003-04-28T19:43:00.000-04:002003-04-28T19:43:41.180-04:00There's something wrong with the big white thingee downstairs--you know the one that Mamma puts clothes in dry and takes them out wet--anyway, it's making a dreadfull clonkity clonkity clonk noise. It scared General REALLY badly. Not me, though, I'm brave. I'm not scared of anything. Besides, I didn't need to do anything in the basement anyway, I had business in the gully.Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-933752332003-04-27T23:10:00.000-04:002003-04-27T23:10:05.633-04:00What a great day! Sunshine, cat food, the gully and General sleeping in the basement All Day. I had the best time! Couldn't begin to tell you how many adventures I had. It was just great. The only problem is the monsters with horns and hooves and swishy tails that live in the pasture next to the gully. They make HUGE, WET poopies and you have to be REAL careful that they don't eat you. Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-932748672003-04-25T22:28:00.000-04:002003-04-25T22:28:40.123-04:00He's greedy too. He tries to eat my food sometimes.
Say, good news! We got new beds! Nice soft cushion things. They are nice and warm and the Bird doesn't have one! HA! So there, Bird-Boy! We're more special. . . na na nah na nah na!Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-929151322003-04-19T23:13:00.000-04:002003-04-19T23:14:40.000-04:00Say. . . did I ever mention that General is mean? Well. . . he is. Pfffffffffft in General's general direction.Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-929148672003-04-19T23:06:00.000-04:002003-04-19T23:07:18.000-04:00What I want to know is why that BIRD sleeps in the house and I, Patra have to sleep in the basement!!!!!! Talk about unfair.
Now, don't get me wrong--the basement is a GREAT place. To play. But, for a cat like me. . .well, I should be sleeping on the bed!Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-928702682003-04-18T23:19:00.000-04:002003-04-18T23:19:59.013-04:00Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. . . . Cat food! My favorite!Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5289776.post-927440752003-04-16T19:24:00.000-04:002003-04-16T20:09:16.000-04:00(Note--orginally posted previously on Patra's uncooperative other site)
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
Last night, I was playing with the present that I got for that Mama before she sent that Daddy down to get it--don't know what they do with them, but they sure get excited! But, anyway, I was playing with it and. . . I lost it! I felt just terrible! I looked EVERYwhere, but I couldn't find it! SeeWifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506759801560418068noreply@blogger.com