Daisy and Minnie

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Wind again

Meow... Its windy again, I'm hiding... you coming Jag?

Woof... Me too.. Me too.. I'm outa here.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Growling and Purring

Woof.. I didn't notice my family leaving this morning, when they came back I thought there were strangers on my land. I growled to let them know I was being a good watch dog.

Meow.. I have tried to train Jag the kitten to know how to traing these humans to get food on demand. He still thinks he is a little scared of them but he is getting better at getting in their way and almost tripping them to get their attention.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Cool Air

Friday, September 17, 2004


I thought I would sit by the gate
For someone to come, I did wait
When the man, He got home
I looked cute to the bone
I got a pat , a kind word
It was great!

I meowed and pawed at the door
I looked inside to see more
I could smell meat
What a wonderful treat
Now please drop some here on the floor

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Windy again

I shelter under a bamboo bush
The wind is blowing.. Oh please hush
I like sleeping half the day
Ivan.. Ivan.. go away

Enough with the rain already. All I find to hunt are worms.

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Too many squirrels

There are too many squirrels around here. I use to get excited but now it is a waist of time. I go after birds mostly.

I am a hound dog and I just stare at them too. It would be like chasing my tail. Now... a rabbit would be fun.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

He's not a rabbit


My little friend
No tail has he
"A rabbit?" some did say
"No" said I
He purrs and cries
A meowing everyday

Little Jag
He likes me now
Beside me he will sit
That Mooshie cat
Has taught him well
And I'm loving it...

Thursday, September 09, 2004


The mom has come out a couple of times and opened a can and poured it into Dog's bowl. It smells pretty good, so why don't I get any. She gave Jag and me something called Kitty Treats... I sniffed... I licked.. I walked away. Humph.. I want some of what Dog has.

Keep the good stuff coming... keep the good stuff coming...

Tuesday, September 07, 2004



The wind was blowing all around
More branches falling on the ground
I love to chase the flying stuff
Or.. Hide.. when I think I've had enough


I got wet.. or hid under the boat... or barked..