<?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-14815498</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:22:41.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoodleroo, king of the net</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts on my life and everybody in it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-116924222200146641</id><published>2007-01-09T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:18:55.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven!</title><content type='html'>Today is my human cousin Steven's 11th birthday! He is growing up so fast! Mom and Grandma went to his party on Sunday so he already got his presents. Mom says that before we know it all of the monsters will be grown up and have little monsters of their own. Now THAT is a scary thought! They do seem to be getting awfully big lately. I do miss the "kids" being little. They used to play with me more (insert kitty smile). However, I am a cat that understands life. They have to grow up sometime and I am just happy that I get to see the growing going on! Have a great birthday Steven! Love us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-116924222200146641?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116924222200146641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=116924222200146641&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/116924222200146641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/116924222200146641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2007/01/steven.html' title='Steven!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-116830283296240492</id><published>2007-01-02T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:27:45.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Paw is here</title><content type='html'>My secret paw came in the mail on December 23, 2006! My secret paw is Merlin the Cat Nelson! Go see his blog at &lt;a href="http://merlinsmeows.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://merlinsmeows.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Mom made me wait to post until today because the monsters have been here. It makes it hard for Mom to post so I guess I'll forgive her. So any way, HAPPY NEW YEAR! I am going to post some pictures now. Mom says I have to share because Scooby hasn't gotten his secret paw yet so he will be in some off the pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the card that Merlin sent to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1888/1353/400/247483/Card%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It opens and says very nice things to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1888/1353/400/73987/Card%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what the box was hiding! BAD BOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1888/1353/400/266037/Loot%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the wonderful presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1888/1353/400/539480/Loot%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here Scooby! You can look too! What are you doing to the box? Are you eating it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1888/1353/400/788646/Eat%20my%20box.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! Now Mom took the box away. Come here and check out all the super cool stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1888/1353/400/925635/My%20pile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I can share, when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1888/1353/400/914359/i%20share.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1888/1353/400/874780/Balls%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can I say accept THANK YOU MERLIN!!!!! I am having so much fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-116830283296240492?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116830283296240492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=116830283296240492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/116830283296240492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/116830283296240492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2007/01/secret-paw-is-here.html' title='Secret Paw is here'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-116629586812470411</id><published>2006-12-16T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:04:28.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOOTING</title><content type='html'>Run Scooby! Run Mom! Run Grandma! The crazy neighbor man is SHOOTING! It must be hunting season again here in Virginia. We always know because the neighbor man breaks out the big giant cannon gun and target. (Sigh) I have to remember to keep my ears really, really low so he won't think I'm a deer. There most assuredly is no cat hunting season. Mom still makes me stay inside more right now though. How dumb would a hunter have to be to shoot me? I am the wrong color, way to short, no antlers, no flicking white tail (White tailed Deer). I mean come on Mom, I'll stay in the yard. Let me out ok? (Insert background BOOM) NEVERMIND! I am very tired all of a sudden (yawn). I think I'll go sleep under the bed! Stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-116629586812470411?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116629586812470411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=116629586812470411&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/116629586812470411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/116629586812470411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/12/shooting.html' title='SHOOTING'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-116286570896440166</id><published>2006-11-02T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:15:09.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/christopher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are celebrating another birthday in my family. The youngest monster is turning 9! It just doesn't seem possible. One minute he is a baby and the next he is nine! What next his graduation? Or, Please heaven no, his marriage?! The time flies by when you aren't looking and then it sneaks up on you and smashes you over the head with reality. Oh what a rude awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't see Chris (topher) nearly as much as we want to, but that doesn't make the love weaker. Mom and Grandma talk about him and think about him all the time so it seems like he is standing across the room. They miss him and want to say hello so without further ado, here is my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher,&lt;br /&gt;When did you grow up so much? It seems like only yesterday when you were an Elmo fan who loved to eat sweet potatoes. I am so very proud of you, all of Heather's boys. You are becoming (much to quickly) a wonderful person that anyone would be proud to call her nephew. I hope that you got your card and that we will see you VERY soon. All my love and best wishes, your loving Auntie Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that mom is very proud of her family and would hiss at anyone who would say otherwise. I just can't quite believe that the little boy who liked to pull on my tail (not hard, it felt good) has grown up so fast! All three are growing up to be well developed humans who love cats! We will have another birthday soon for the middle monster, Steven. He is going to be 11! I can't believe it, so much time has gone by! I am going to play with my new toy. Scooby is trying to take off with it! GTG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is, Chris! At a much younger age !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Chris%20for%20blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-116286570896440166?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116286570896440166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=116286570896440166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/116286570896440166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/116286570896440166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-birthday.html' title='Another birthday!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-116031880115962536</id><published>2006-10-07T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T09:46:41.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no, a teen</title><content type='html'>Today is monster Jeremy's 13th birthday! He has been talking about his birthday since, oh let me see, October 8th 2005! He wants to be a teen and now he is! Now mom wants to talk so hold on a second. She is very impatient today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jeremy, I am very proud of you, not just today but everyday! You are growing so fast! You were the first baby that ever lived with me and now you are a teenager! So much time has flown by, but it seems like just a blink of the eye. We all love you so very much, and we want you to have a wonderful birthday! Just remember that we are always here if you need us and that I love you. Be good.&lt;br /&gt;Your loving Aunt,&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Am (&amp; Grandma too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my mom just so sweet! She loves those little monsters with all her heart, no wait I get the most of her heart! The monsters can have their share, I have good manners! Sending out birthday wishes and all of my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO JEREMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Birthday%20Jeremy%20Him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-116031880115962536?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116031880115962536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=116031880115962536&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/116031880115962536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/116031880115962536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-no-teen.html' title='Oh no, a teen'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115888296222363904</id><published>2006-09-20T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:24:10.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my brother is a man, no wait that is a different speech altogether. He turned 1 today! I can't believe how much he has grown. I used to be able to sit on him and mom couldn't see him because he was so small (not cause I'm big mind you). Ahh, the good old days. He has grown to be a friend as well as my playmate. He is a very cool cat! So here's to you little brother!&lt;br /&gt;Meow, meow, M-E-O-W, got to be warmed up to sing ya know. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Scooby, happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;Time for baby pictures.&lt;br /&gt;He has grown A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/scooby%20head.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of us together, I'm the handsome tux kitty on the left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Together%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute, and here is now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/PDC_0065.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you he was getting bigger! You grow man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115888296222363904?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115888296222363904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115888296222363904&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115888296222363904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115888296222363904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115162589549982910</id><published>2006-06-29T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:25:58.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The water went away as fast as it came. Unfortunately, it took some things with it. The water killed three of our tomato plants while trying to drown the other three. It also tore the driveway up real bad! I will post pictures next time. Mom is working on something and doesn't want to stop! She is painting again! I don't mean walls either she is painting a picture. I am very proud of her. The seizures make it scary to hold paint and other stain producing products. I keep telling her that if paint flies around the room she can tell people that it was supposed to look that way. She just smiles and rubs my head. That is a win, win situation in my book. I am going to go watch some more. Post again soon! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115162589549982910?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162589549982910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115162589549982910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162589549982910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162589549982910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-dry.html' title='All dry'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115162544053121912</id><published>2006-06-27T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:50:09.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN, GO AWAY!!</title><content type='html'>What is going on outside? It looks like someone turned on the faucet (in the sky) and left it on! We are flooding here at my house. I hate to get wet so I sent mom out with the flashy thing for some pictures! She was going out anyway so, why not? I was amazed at the pictures she brought back! My yard, my beautiful yard! I wonder if it will be okay, I hope so. What do you think? Will it be okay. I am posting the pictures right below this. (By the way: We are all safe and sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/PDC_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the side of our driveway, it doesn't usually have waterfalls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/PDC_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next two pictures are of the creek. It is running so fast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/PDC_0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/PDC_0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I will show you what the back yard looks like! The next three pictures are the back creek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/PDC_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/PDC_0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/PDC_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is what I have named, Lake Snoodleroo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/PDC_0053.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is the "river" that flows away from Lake Snoodleroo, Scooby River! I wonder where I got the names from? I just hope it goes away soon, I want to go outside!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Lake%20Scooby.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115162544053121912?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162544053121912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115162544053121912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162544053121912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162544053121912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/rain-go-away.html' title='RAIN, GO AWAY!!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115132395175485764</id><published>2006-06-26T06:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:12:31.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom is nuts!</title><content type='html'>My mom has been a very bad girl. I got a whole bunch of emails asking where I was. I didn't understand the question because I thought my mom was posting for me. I found out that she hasn't been post, just send the drafts! What in the world has gotten into her? She is usually a very attentive mom. She has already told me she will post all of the drafts later on today and that she will try to remember to publish the draft after she sends the draft. I am very, very sorry about this. Hope you all have a nice time reading later. All of my kitty love, Snoodleroo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115132395175485764?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115132395175485764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115132395175485764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132395175485764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132395175485764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/mom-is-nuts.html' title='Mom is nuts!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115163226405180342</id><published>2006-06-23T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:51:04.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>Wow, yet another birthday! It seems like we have a group of them at a time in this family. Today is my little god-niece's birthday! She is turning a whole five years old today! It just doesn't seem possible! Well, I am sending all of my love to you today sweet girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS ELIZABETH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS ELIZABETH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS BETH (drawn you to fit)! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115163226405180342?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115163226405180342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115163226405180342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115163226405180342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115163226405180342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/elizabeth.html' title='Elizabeth'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115162524867333682</id><published>2006-06-20T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:31:38.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is chemistry in my house and I don’t mean the good kind. Bradley Pendleton, Brian’s older brother sent a present to the monsters. It was a chemistry set! HELP, sent in the national kitty guard! Why in the world would my mom be dumb enough to actually let those boys (ages 12 &amp;amp;10) anywhere near chemicals of any kind? NO WAY! She said that Aunt Heather would kill her if the chemicals didn’t get her first! That is just not a good idea at all! We just have to accidentally on purposely forget where those presents are. A kitty’s got to do what a kitty’s got to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE do not forget to go send Edsel’s mom your love and support! Prayers are a blessing that we can never have enough of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115162524867333682?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162524867333682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115162524867333682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162524867333682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162524867333682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/chemistry.html' title='Chemistry'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115162482734613541</id><published>2006-06-16T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:30:29.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edsels Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This will be a very short post. Edsel’s Mom needs all of our prayers and love. She is going through a very difficult time and could use some support. So hightail it over to Edsel’s blog (link on theside of the screen) and send her your love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115162482734613541?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162482734613541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115162482734613541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162482734613541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162482734613541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/edsels-mom.html' title='Edsels Mom'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115162468056417141</id><published>2006-06-14T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:29:01.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is Boogiehead Oreo’s real birthday. He had the party a little early, so everyone could come! I wanted to say he is a great cat dad and that I hope he has many, many more birthdays to come! Have a wonderful day! Just a thought, why did you send the monsters down to stay with me on your birthday? They might want to see you too! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115162468056417141?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162468056417141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115162468056417141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162468056417141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162468056417141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115162447553701667</id><published>2006-06-12T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:28:13.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was unable to leave Oreo any comments during the party so far. All I get is an error message! I hate those things. So, I thought I would just post my comments here on the blog so Oreo can come and find them later! So without further error messages, may I present, my comments! (Insert crowd roaring their approval) Thank you, thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday Dad! I think your party is great. I went and saw your toys and the stinky goodness. So cool of you to have nip and all those toys. I did not go anywhere near that pool! What are you thinking water and cats do not mix well. I am having trouble finding Scooby, he tagged along. So if you see him, you know where to send him! No, I guess I’ll look around a little more maybe go play a little longer! Happy Birthday Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115162447553701667?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162447553701667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115162447553701667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162447553701667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162447553701667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115162401217768543</id><published>2006-06-10T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:27:18.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreos Shindig</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow, does my cat dad know how to party or what? When I went over to see him there were so many cats around I could hardly find him! So many friends and family, I hope that Oreo knows how blessed he truly is! One other note before I go, I forgot to say hi to Ami (and Brian)’s cat Mercy! What was I thinking? She is staying with Brian’s sister and Mom’s friend Sara until the newlyweds come back. I hope she is having a great time! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115162401217768543?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162401217768543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115162401217768543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162401217768543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162401217768543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/oreos-shindig.html' title='Oreos Shindig'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115162370466768840</id><published>2006-06-07T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:11:36.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian and Aminia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to wish the best to the newly married couple, Brian and Aminia Pendleton. The wedding was beautiful. Everyone had a blast! I got to see the cat that mom’s “boyfriend” has. His name is psycho. I know why that is his name, he is a bit crazy! He isn’t too bad, he can be fun. Mom built him a staircase type toy, now I want one. You can run up the stairs and sit on little platforms or walk on the longer planks, it is cool! Did I mention that I want one too? Oh, I did, sorry it is just that I want one. Do you think my mom will understand? I hope so! So anyway, back to the point, Brian and Ami. I want to wish you all the best in your life together. Please have a wonderful time on the moon. By the way, why did you take honey with you to the moon? Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115162370466768840?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162370466768840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115162370466768840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162370466768840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162370466768840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/brian-and-aminia.html' title='Brian and Aminia'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115133153669418841</id><published>2006-06-05T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:10:50.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents</title><content type='html'>Mom brought me back a present. It is a big, fluffy, stringy bow! I love it! There was'nt any nip so she looked around and found me my toy. She brought home a memory stick (for the computer) with pictures on it, but our computer does not read the stick! She is going to take it and have them developed instead. Maybe she will let me put one on the blog! I will ask her later, when she is sleepy. Mom is already talking about bed and it is only 7:46 pm. What am I going to do with her? She just dumped her suitcase in the closet (still zipped up) and said all done. That is not a good sign. We will probably be napping on the couch in a little while. I will go and get the spot all warm and ready, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115133153669418841?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115133153669418841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115133153669418841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115133153669418841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115133153669418841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/presents.html' title='Presents'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115162054827915611</id><published>2006-06-03T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:08:23.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom is going to a wedding and I wondered why so many humans get married in the summer. It is hot and sticky in Virginia around this time. Why would anyone want to put on fancy clothes and stand around talking about love? It just doesn’t make sense to me. She says it is a good season for weddings because the weather is predictable. Yeah, it is hot! Well at least I don’t have to put on any fancy clothes; I wear mine all the time! I just need to clean up my tuxedo a little and I am ready to go! See how spiffy I look? Mom caught me mid wink! I look cool! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Jamesie%20on%20Kasey%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115162054827915611?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162054827915611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115162054827915611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162054827915611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162054827915611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/wedding-season.html' title='Wedding season'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115133105281382446</id><published>2006-06-02T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:12:24.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>Mom is going to a wedding! One of her friends is getting married and she is very happy! She has wrapped the present four different times; she wants it to be pretty. It is kind of funny to watch her humming and wrapping. She is very happy and that makes me happy too! I hope she will bring me something back from the party. Do you think they will have nip there? I hope so! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115133105281382446?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115133105281382446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115133105281382446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115133105281382446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115133105281382446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/weddings.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115162020107966477</id><published>2006-06-01T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:13:02.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom has a big, heavy, and very shinny box on her bed. She threw me out of the room because I kept trying to eat the shinny ribbon that is going on the shinny box. What can I say, I am a cat, and we try to eat ribbons. I wonder if the tissue paper is still out, hmm I may have to check that out. Have you all tried shredding tissue paper? It is the best! It shreds real easy and it makes lots of noise! I love to get it and attack it like a lion, no a panther! Yeah panthers have black fur just like me! Cool! Oh, she is done and so am I, Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115162020107966477?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162020107966477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115162020107966477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162020107966477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115162020107966477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-presents.html' title='More presents'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115161963731796885</id><published>2006-05-29T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:05:17.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a birthday present</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite driver, Kasey Kahne has won the race at Lowe’s Motor Speedway! That makes four this season, he is on a roll, pun fully intended! I think that this was a very nice present for my Aunt Heather’s birthday. Isn’t that great? Jimmy Johnson is her driver and he called Lowe’s, “His house”. Well, that house has wheels don’t it (insert small evil grin here)? Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115161963731796885?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115161963731796885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115161963731796885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115161963731796885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115161963731796885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-birthday-present.html' title='What a birthday present'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115133055492692879</id><published>2006-05-29T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:03:18.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday &amp; Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is very special in my family! This is my Aunt/Grandma Heather’s 31st birthday! It is also her wedding anniversary! Robert and Heather have been married 2 whole years! Whoo hoo! We are getting ready to go to her house for a party so I have to keep it short! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Heather%202%20and%20half.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She was (and is) so cute! I hope she got over the plaid pants though, not cute at all. They kind of look like my blanket, hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Heather%203%20too.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Anniversary Aunt Heather and Uncle Robert! Wishing you many more birthdays and anniversaries! One giant kitty hug and kiss for both of you and that’s all folks! Wow, she grows so fast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/scan0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115133055492692879?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115133055492692879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115133055492692879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115133055492692879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115133055492692879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-anniversary.html' title='Happy Birthday &amp; Anniversary'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115161907034630893</id><published>2006-05-27T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:02:28.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just rolling along</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom has had the flashy thing out again. She was chasing me around my yard taking pictures of me. How can a cat get some peace around here? Anyway, I thought you all might enjoy the pictures so here you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Jamesie%20yard%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Jamesie%20yard%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, just forget it! I will just go back inside!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/J%20sleeping%20in%20sun%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115161907034630893?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115161907034630893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115161907034630893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115161907034630893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115161907034630893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-rolling-along.html' title='Just rolling along'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115161896261019269</id><published>2006-05-25T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:48:34.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope that everyone is celebrating this great and glorious day! I gave myself this day after mom got a day. I have been running and fighting with Scooby, it has been great! I am going to do this every year! Maybe every month, no then it isn’t as special. We have lots of holidays coming up in this family so I will have plenty of party times. I am going to chase my mechanical mouse now, remind me to tell you all about him sometime. Go celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115161896261019269?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115161896261019269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115161896261019269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115161896261019269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115161896261019269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/cat-day.html' title='Cat Day'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115133020318173271</id><published>2006-05-23T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:46:32.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTSIDE</title><content type='html'>I am playing outside today! The only bad thing is mom keeps taking pictures of me. Well, she will not ruin my fun! I will just lie down in the soft, cool grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Jamesie%20yard%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can roll and scratch my side with the grass. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Jamesie%20yard%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I begin my job. I am a guard cat. I watch everything and keep my humans (and brother) safe from harm! I wonder why mom laughed at me and told me to buy some underwear and a cape? I don’t mind the cape, that would be fun, but no way am I wearing undies! Maybe I will steal a pair of the kids and see how they feel. Just as an experiment! Bye! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Then%20I%20gaurd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115133020318173271?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115133020318173271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115133020318173271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115133020318173271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115133020318173271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/outside.html' title='OUTSIDE'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115161841509179617</id><published>2006-05-21T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:47:32.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>I have finally finished changing my blog! What do you think? It is snazzier than ever! I must take a moment to thank my umm ... Grandma (?) Heather for the new links! She is so sweet, when she wants to be! This is one of those "What?" moments that happens in life. I mean my mom is Heather's sister so that would make her my Aunt, but she is my dad's mom so now she is my Grandma. Well, my family tree needs some branches fast! Wired! So anyway, I can post and play again. If I missed your link just tell me and I will add it. So many new ones everyday, it is hard to keep up. I have a headache for all this family tree, no wait, family stick stuff so I am off to play! Oh, hi mom, what are you doing? I am posting on my blog, why? I have to get off? But MOM, I want to post some more! Crap, mom is taking the computer apart so I go to run! Wait Mom I didn’t say Bye yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115161841509179617?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115161841509179617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115161841509179617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115161841509179617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115161841509179617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115132915633803718</id><published>2006-05-17T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:03:58.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>I will not be posting for a few days. I am working on my blog. I am fixing my links and making it look cool! I am cool so my blog must be cool to match! I will see you in a few days! I will still read everybody’s blog I am just not posting! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/J%20sleeping%20in%20sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115132915633803718?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115132915633803718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115132915633803718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132915633803718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132915633803718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115132887745748170</id><published>2006-05-15T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:56:03.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom is kind of sad today. She won't leave the house. She is thinking about her car. One year ago today, my mom was in a car accident. The car was totaled. Mom misses that car a lot! She loved it, and now it is gone. She is thankful that both my Grandma and mom made it out okay, but she still misses the car. I thought I would post a before and after picture so that my mom knows I miss it too! I used to love to walk all over it and sleep on the warm hood, ah the good old days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mom's baby car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="355" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Car%20on%20blog.0.jpg" width="443" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after the wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/After%20car%20on%20blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Good-bye friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/After%20car%20on%20blog%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115132887745748170?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115132887745748170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115132887745748170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132887745748170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132887745748170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/sad-day.html' title='Sad day'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115132854352658151</id><published>2006-05-14T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:58:18.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Early Mother’s Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say have a wonderful day to all of the mothers, grandmothers, and aunts! I love holidays! Go have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115132854352658151?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115132854352658151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115132854352658151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132854352658151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132854352658151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115132839801627186</id><published>2006-05-13T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:20:09.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bags of presents hmm</title><content type='html'>The monsters went shopping with my humans tonight! They came by the house and gave me a few rubs and then they were gone. Poof, just like that! They bought Aunt Heather her mom’s day presents. I wonder what they got. I will just sneak on over here and take a peek. Well, no toys for me so they didn’t do very good. I am sending a toy up for my cat dad, Oreo, so he won’t feel left out. I have to go! I just realized that the tissue paper is out, and open!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115132839801627186?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115132839801627186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115132839801627186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132839801627186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132839801627186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/bags-of-presents-hmm.html' title='Bags of presents hmm'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115132794239709231</id><published>2006-05-10T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:17:36.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Day</title><content type='html'>Excuse me? Mom is getting a day? I heard my humans talking about mother’s day gifts and I do not like it! When is kitty day? We work hard to make our humans happy so why don’t we get a day? I am going to make a day just for cats. Let me see, I am going to make my cat day May 25th. Now all I have to do is leave a detailed shopping list for mom. I wonder what I should ask for. I need to think. You do not want to get a bad gift! I’ll let you know how it goes! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/J%20sleeping%20in%20sun%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115132794239709231?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115132794239709231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115132794239709231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132794239709231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132794239709231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/mom-day.html' title='Mom Day'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115132718921572107</id><published>2006-05-07T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:12:42.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain your self</title><content type='html'>I want to give my mom a chance to defend her “story” to everyone. So I am going to turn over the keyboard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have gotten comments along with many private emails asking me what my “story” is about and if it true. Unfortunately, yes, the story is true. I think that my story has touched some people and just confused others so I would like to explain.&lt;br /&gt;     We all say thing that show others how we truly feel about them. It is the most difficult with the ones I love the most. My main feeling of unhappiness came from my own realization that a relationship I believed was strong is not. Sometimes, it is hard to know when to let go of a relationship or when to fight to make it stronger. Other times that decision is made for you.&lt;br /&gt;     When you feel like you should provide “proof” in the relationship, it is time to let go and accept the limitations that are there. Yes, this is very hard to do. You might find a small hope in your heart that you can nurse and see if it grows, but having that hope hurts me more than it helps. Twenty-six years of hope has gotten me an unfair judgment, and I just need it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;     Letting go does not mean you stop loving the person. It just means you understand that some relationships just aren’t meant to grow or change. They are just there. I don’t want anyone to take any part of this post as advice. I am not the person to get advice from, obviously. I just wanted to help some people out there to understand what my “story” was about.&lt;br /&gt;     Who says that having two separate parts of your life is wrong? Isn’t it better to have the two halves than one whole that tears you apart? I am hoping that people may read this with their hearts rather than their minds. I pray that we all stop judging the people (and animals) in our lives and just allow the relationship to grow. Please remember that no one ever stays the same. Now, if the small growl I hear is any indication, Jamesie wants the keyboard back. Thank you listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! My mom can really make you think can’t she? That is why I love her so much! Talk to you some more later; this post is going to be really long! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115132718921572107?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115132718921572107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115132718921572107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132718921572107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132718921572107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/explain-your-self.html' title='Explain your self'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-115132520906182674</id><published>2006-05-05T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:10:24.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher is back</title><content type='html'>Yes, I believe it is time for another lesson. This one is not for our people; this is for the smaller kittens out there. The lesson is simple, take a bath! Use your little pink tongue and clean your self! I have been teaching Scooby how to take a bath. He is not very good at it, but he tries. I think that it is simple enough for anyone to figure out, even Scooby! I don’t mind showing him. I get to make sure he does it right and that he knows I am in charge! So the lesson is actually for the big brothers and sisters out there, show them and they will learn it right. Just remember to tell them to back off the, um …, private areas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Bath%20time%20chair.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-115132520906182674?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115132520906182674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=115132520906182674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132520906182674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/115132520906182674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/teacher-is-back.html' title='Teacher is back'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114617041654277986</id><published>2006-05-03T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:00:58.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>I am a very blessed cat! I have made so many new cat friends here on my blog! I love to tell you all about my life and hear your stories too! Then I started to think about my cat family and my human family, and you know what? I am very blessed. I have always been surrounded by love and warm, friendly people. I have days when I forget just what a great life I have, but then something will remind me. While I was posting pictures of my brother Scooby and myself, I was reminded to be thankful for every day we have together. Let all of your friends and family know how you feel about them. Nobody can say for sure when they have to cross the rainbow bridge and it is difficult to live with regrets. I wish I could have given my sister Crystal one last kitty kiss before she crossed the bridge. She acted like she hated them but I know she loved them, and me. I am going to make sure the Scooby knows just how blessed we are to be a family. Bye for now! P.S.: So sorry about the glowing eyes! Mom startled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Close%20kitties%20glowwing%20eyes.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114617041654277986?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114617041654277986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114617041654277986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114617041654277986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114617041654277986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114660952918347022</id><published>2006-05-01T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:38:49.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time</title><content type='html'>My mom was telling me and my brother a story today. Someone told her something this past weekend that really hurt her. So she told me the following story. I hope you all like it. Scooby is posting the same story on his blog, but read it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a girl who liked to play games and imagine all kinds of interesting things. She was very happy doing this. As the girl grew up she changed. Instead of the outgoing child that she once was, lived an unhappy woman. The woman was unhappy because no matter what she did, people just couldn't see that she had changed. They still thought that she was playing games and telling lies. Eventually she changed again. She started to keep parts of her life hidden away from the people who didn't see how she had grown up. She tried very hard not to care, but it didn't always work. The parts of her life started to shift so that more and more was hidden and less was offered freely to the ones around her. No more did she give her heart away only to have it thrown right back. Her idea worked, for a while. Then gradually she started to want those around her to see how much she had changed, so she opened her heart again. The people that couldn't see her for what, and who, she had become suddenly saw her. She was a girl no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that mom knew this girl. She seemed sad while she told us the story. I want her to know that no matter what, she can be seen. I am going to go and stare at her. That will reassure her and hopefully get my ears rubbed. TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114660952918347022?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114660952918347022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114660952918347022&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114660952918347022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114660952918347022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/05/story-time.html' title='Story time'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114660727964091569</id><published>2006-04-29T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:01:19.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is very hard to find a "place" in a family. No matter what is said or done, some people are never truly "acceptable". I am not talking about me, just someone real close to me. She has been having a difficult time lately and feels a lot of pressure. Cats are born helpers, people are not. Take the time to say thanks to the people that matter to you. You would be surprised just how much it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys will be staying for the weekend. I hope Mom remembers to buy my cat food when she shops for their food. I need to go remind her. TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114660727964091569?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114660727964091569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114660727964091569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114660727964091569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114660727964091569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/family_29.html' title='Family?'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114660827951298523</id><published>2006-04-26T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:17:59.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Lesson...</title><content type='html'>I am returning to my teaching today. I want to give the next lesson that all humans should know. Cats are by nature a clean animal, we do it all by ourselves! Why do humans insist on sticking us in water and scrubbing us with soap? This is pointless and irritating. I am just going to go outside and roll in the dirt, so why do it?&lt;br /&gt;Humans don't seem to get it. I have tried knocking the soap over, hiding under the bed, and escaping out the door while the tub is filling. My human just doesn't get my point. This is a subject that I believe we, as cats, should stand up for! I don't want to take a human bath, I will use my tongue thank you! TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/J%20cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114660827951298523?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114660827951298523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114660827951298523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114660827951298523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114660827951298523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/next-lesson.html' title='Next Lesson...'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114618487799508177</id><published>2006-04-24T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:53:19.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak</title><content type='html'>The boys went home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;On to the good things. The boys got to go to a pizza place for kids with their Mommie and Robert. YEAH!! I know that they will have a wonderful time. Pizza plus games equals GREAT time. I know that this is a special treat that they will appreciate. I wonder if I could sneak into a place like that. I like pizza, do you think I could? Watch, I will show you how sneaky I can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Jamesie%20in%20curtain.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, very sneaky aren't I? I will just have to keep trying! I am going to go play so TTYL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/Jamesie%20in%20curtain%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114618487799508177?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114618487799508177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114618487799508177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114618487799508177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114618487799508177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/sneak.html' title='Sneak'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114660669112559287</id><published>2006-04-22T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:07:49.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Removed</title><content type='html'>The original post from April 22 has been removed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114660669112559287?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114660669112559287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114660669112559287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114660669112559287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114660669112559287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/removed.html' title='Removed'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114618127350025908</id><published>2006-04-20T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:49:37.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet and RUN</title><content type='html'>I got to laugh at Scooby yesterday when the monster's dad dropped them off. Mom has been taking Scooby out to sit on the porch everyday. He likes it, as long as she holds him (the big baby!!). So there we were sitting on the porch when up pulls the van. Scooby got real tense and Mom said some dirty words that I can't type (Mom threatened to cut off my paws if I did). Out comes the "Dad" and then the boys. Mom got up with Scooby and went over to introduce him to the "dad". He said something dumb about not ever seeing a cat with blue eyes (Crystal had blue eyes too!) and he rubbed Scooby's head. So he wants to show Scooby off, so mom walks around the van and shows the "&lt;strong&gt;STEP&lt;/strong&gt; mom" Scooby. She rubs him too. By now Scooby is just about ready to wet himself and then he saw them. The real monster children. The "Dad" has two other kids and Scooby was (rightly so) scared out of his mind. I was ready to attack if Scooby needed me, oh yeah or mom either. But this time they acted like kids and stayed in the van. So mom walked up to the house and let Scooby in so he could run off down the hall like his tail was on fire and then hide under the bed. They left and the good little monsters stayed with us. I am glad that it went okay. We had to "&lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt;" Scooby out from under the bed later but I don't really blame him for hiding. I think Jeremy is getting up so I got to run! TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114618127350025908?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114618127350025908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114618127350025908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114618127350025908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114618127350025908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/meet-and-run.html' title='Meet and RUN'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114618044274475693</id><published>2006-04-18T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:27:22.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we have kids?</title><content type='html'>I am very pleased to report that I will be having visitors, of the monster kind. They are coming sometime tomorrow and we don't know when they are leaving! Well, they have to go back to school on Monday, so we know they have to be home by then (He he). They are coming to us from their father's house (GRRRRR). We, as a household, don't like him. He WAS married to Aunt Heather until her brain came back from Mars! So anyway, we are liberating the boys tomorrow! Now mom is cleaning a lot faster than yesterday, she doesn't want to do it while the boys are here. So I am back to my new job, warming the furniture. I think I might just get a promotion! I will be the one they call when the furniture is cold and needs a good warming! (Ha-Ha!) TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/J%20so%20sexy%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114618044274475693?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114618044274475693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114618044274475693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114618044274475693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114618044274475693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-we-have-kids.html' title='Do we have kids?'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114617951466202189</id><published>2006-04-16T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:11:54.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilling or maybe warming</title><content type='html'>Today is a lazy day for us cats here. Mom is cleaning so we have to stay out of her way. She just sends us out if we venture into the wrong areas. So this is how my day will be spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/J%20so%20sexy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I say, clean on Mom, clean on!! TTYL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114617951466202189?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114617951466202189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114617951466202189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114617951466202189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114617951466202189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/chilling-or-maybe-warming.html' title='Chilling or maybe warming'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114617221346900031</id><published>2006-04-14T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:10:13.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>It is finally warm here in Virginia! It is still cool at night but the days are great! The grass got its first cut and all the bushes and trees are blooming. Mom says it is beautiful! I am just glad that I can stay outside longer without the risk of frost bite! When it gets cold it seems that I have to stay inside more than I like to. Now that it is warm I lay down in the grass and dose off. I like to sleep on the front porch right in front of the door where it is the warmest! I just love it! The sun is shining and the birds are singing, what a day! I am going to go play now so TTYL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114617221346900031?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114617221346900031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114617221346900031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114617221346900031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114617221346900031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114547585382926526</id><published>2006-04-12T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:33:04.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>My brother Scooby posted a wonderful tribute to me on my birthday. He made me kind of miss all of my cat family. So I thought that I would introduce them to you all. It took me awhile to get all of my pictures in order, but I did it. See, blogs are just family reunions in the cyber-world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Cat Mom, Dot. She was loving and kind, but she farted a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/My%20mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I introduced my mom I have to introduce my Cat Dad, Oreo. You all know him as Boogiehead Oreo. He is a great father figure. Showing the right amount of deviousness and love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/My%20dad.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was born in a family of GIRLS!! I was the only boy in my litter. That was perfect for me because my human mom wanted a boy, ME! I wanted to show you a picture of all of us kittens, except I didn't (still don't) follow instructions well. You can see PART of me. Guess what part, look below and find out if you are right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/All%20of%20the%20kids.jpg" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did you guess right? Yes those little paws, tail, and butt are mine. I was off to look for food, just like now! All of the beautiful kittens with me are my sisters. We are so cute! I think I will go and show Scooby some pictures of all of my family. I hope he doesn't fall in love with any of my sisters, I would have to beat him up! More than I already do! TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114547585382926526?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114547585382926526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114547585382926526&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114547585382926526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114547585382926526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114617168286207182</id><published>2006-04-12T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:01:22.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments are COOL!</title><content type='html'>I want to say hi to all and reply to some of your comments. I am going to start at the post for my Grandma's birthday! Than you for the birthday wishes, grandma loved it! What I am posting won't make all that much sense at times but I hope you get the general message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Timmy, I agree that Carl Edwards is a great driver. He always does well. He does one heck of a back flip! I just like Kasey Kahne because he took over for Bill when he retired. Mr. Kahne has proven that he has what it takes to be a great driver! I mean all you have to do is hit the 9 button an extra time and you get 99!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Beau, You are a naughty cat for not knowing Kasey Kahne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Timmy (again :) ), Handsome? Wow, I just see a little kid. Well, maybe thirteen or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the "Reminiscing" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Timmy, Hey! Yeah Oreo is my paw (insert kitty smile). He is the cat who got me started posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To The Meezers, Wow thanks. I am not as furry as I was then. I was sort of puffy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Boni, Yep, I was the BABE! All of us kittens where very cute but I liked to pose for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Diva Kitty's Mom, Thank you! I do have a cute butt! It was a lot smaller then but hey I am a full grown cat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. I just really wanted to tell my visitors Hi and Thanks for coming! TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114617168286207182?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114617168286207182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114617168286207182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114617168286207182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114617168286207182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/comments-are-cool.html' title='Comments are COOL!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114506290499113890</id><published>2006-04-10T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:01:44.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma!</title><content type='html'>Today is my Grandma's birthday! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my Grandma, Happy birthday to you!!! I will not even ask how old you are, I can't count that high (insert evil cat smile). Have a wonderful day today and everyday after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Kasey Kahne too! Way to win yesterday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114506290499113890?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114506290499113890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114506290499113890&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114506290499113890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114506290499113890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-grandma.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114506269023793847</id><published>2006-04-09T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:58:10.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kasey Kahne</title><content type='html'>Yes! That number nine car did it! He beat all the other drivers on the track to win the race at Texas! He is having his birthday tomorrow, talk about a present! He won on the 9th day of April, go figure. He is doing so good this year! Two wins so far, keep going! I am very proud to be a Kasey Kahne fan today (and every other day too)! Way to go, keep driving!! We have to take the monsters home now so I will post again tomorrow. TTYL GO 9 CAR, GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114506269023793847?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114506269023793847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114506269023793847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114506269023793847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114506269023793847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/kasey-kahne.html' title='Kasey Kahne'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114506228715257375</id><published>2006-04-07T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:51:27.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters!</title><content type='html'>The monsters are coming to stay with us again! I am so excited! I hope that Jeremy is not so sick that he cannot play with me. I know that my friend Steven will play with me, no matter how Jeremy feels! I want to thank everybody who is helping to increase awareness for the Narcolepsy Network and all of the good work they do! All it takes is one person to make a difference! I will post again later, I need to go outside and inspect things before the boys get here! TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/My%20Yard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/400/HI%20MOM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114506228715257375?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114506228715257375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114506228715257375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114506228715257375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114506228715257375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/monsters.html' title='Monsters!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114506179613766517</id><published>2006-04-06T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:43:16.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcolepsy Awareness</title><content type='html'>Hey there everybody! I wanted to let you know that Jeremy is doing a lot better, according to Aunt Heather! Thank you for all of your support, please keep those prayers and good feelings coming! Now I want to talk to you about something that is very important to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is a Narcoleptic. Narcolepsy is a sleeping disorder that can destroy a persons life if it is not dealt with properly. It can have very serious consequences. In an effort to increase awareness of this sleeping disorder, Narcolepsy Network is launching a public service campaign consisting of television and radio announcements that are 15, 30 and 60 seconds in length.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to wait to see the announcements! You can see them by going to &lt;a href="http://www.narcolepsynetwork.org/2006_2.php"&gt;http://www.narcolepsynetwork.org/2006_2.php&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to get involved, call your local TV and radio stations to request that they air these PSAs. You may also suggest that they run a story on narcolepsy on the evening news. For more information, they can contact: Mark Leonard, Next Level Communications 847-267-9660 &lt;a href="mailto:mark@reachthenextlevel.com"&gt;mark@reachthenextlevel.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Please help to increase awareness of this and other sleeping disorders! Thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114506179613766517?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114506179613766517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114506179613766517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114506179613766517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114506179613766517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/narcolepsy-awareness.html' title='Narcolepsy Awareness'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114506047721449672</id><published>2006-04-04T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:21:17.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD LUNGS</title><content type='html'>Monster Jeremy is still sick. We found out that he has pneumonia today. This is really bad because he also suffers from asthma. Very dangerous combination! Please send him lots of good thoughts and prayers, he could really use them right know. I know that Aunt Heather is taking good care of him while he feels bad. I hope that Oreo is extra nice to Jeremy right now too! Mom is sad because Jeremy was at our house last weekend and she thinks she should have know he was getting worse. I keep telling her she ain't a psychic! She gets premonitions sometimes but she still can't see the future all of the time! Guilt is one ugly emotion. I am glad that cats rarely feel it! Please send the little monster all the cat and human love and prayers while he is sick, he is getting lots from us. We will keep you posted! TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114506047721449672?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114506047721449672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114506047721449672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114506047721449672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114506047721449672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/bad-lungs.html' title='BAD LUNGS'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114505989861359005</id><published>2006-04-02T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:11:38.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year or Seven Older</title><content type='html'>I am posting today to let everyone know that this is my birthday! I am very happy today. My mom is going to give me my special cat food and the monsters are here to wish me a happy birthday too! I have already gotten my new toys, but hey I love them anyway! I got new chase me toys, feathers on a bouncing string. I got the normal cat toys and I got one special thing, a talking mouse. I have had this for a while now but mom told me it was a birthday present. This thing is kind of cool. It says "uh oh" and spins around and laughs at you while it's eyes flash. It is touch AND voice activated. If you meow it does it's thing! I like it, Scooby is terrified of it! That makes it one of my favorite toys ever! I am going to go party some more, have a great one!! TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114505989861359005?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114505989861359005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114505989861359005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114505989861359005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114505989861359005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-year-or-seven-older.html' title='Another Year or Seven Older'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114505808496496632</id><published>2006-03-30T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:51:55.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy day!</title><content type='html'>My brother is crazy! Yep, he is off his rocker. One card short of a full deck, no make that ten cards! He has been trying his best to make me feel better since he gave me pink eye. I keep telling him it could have happened to anyone and to just let it go. Do you think he will, nooo. Not my crazy brother! He keeps playing with me and keeping me company. That is not why he is crazy, he is crazy because he fell in the toilet AGAIN! He didn't learn anything from the last time. He went in there and then came streaking out into the hall meowing like his tail was on fire. Mom came out of the bathroom laughing and calling his name. Scooby went and got on the bed. Mom had to get him and give him a bath AGAIN! He-he, I love it! Two dunks in the same toilet! Now if I could just learn how to use the camera, maybe I could catch him in the act! Whoooosh! Got to flush! TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he is in a bad mood! I bet he will cheer up when he finds out the monsters are coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Bad%20mood%20stripe.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114505808496496632?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114505808496496632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114505808496496632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114505808496496632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114505808496496632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/03/crappy-day.html' title='Crappy day!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114473698187633218</id><published>2006-03-28T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:17:21.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not much going on around here. I wanted to post and say that Scooby the bugger lipped cat gave me pink eye! My eye hurts and it is swollen. Mom called K.C. over to check me out and he said it was pink eye. Scooby has it too, but his is almost gone. I just don't know about that cat. I mean he rips up toys, eats my food, and now he makes me sick! The only problem is, I love him. Yes, I said it. I mean it too! He sort of grows on you until you just realize that you love the bugger. I don't know how it happened, but I am glad it did. He is kind of nice. I am still going to pick on him, that isn't going to change one bit. Just look below! TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is that kitty in the window? 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They have been passing a cold around in Hardy, Virginia and it has invaded their house. I was sort of nervous about this weekend. I asked if I could catch this cold and mom said no, so I was happy to see them when they came in! So anyway, the monsters came and my human cousin is sick. They stayed with us and Jeremy was VERY sick. He was puking and everything. I feel terrible for Jeremy and I hope that Steven stays well, but it was kind of cool to watch mom clean up puke. She doesn't like it at all! She gets all green and mumbles to herself about "Mom duty" while she cleans it up (human and cat). She loves to be able to help but she is real tempted to run away from home when somebody is nauseous. Please keep Jeremy and all of the extended family in your prayers. I wish them all the best, Aunt Heather doesn't like to clean it up either!! I hope that Jeremy will laugh when he reads this and know that all of my meow-ing is meant to be a funny way of making him feel better. TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114473625795304527?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114473625795304527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114473625795304527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114473625795304527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114473625795304527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/03/sending-shout-out.html' title='Sending a shout out'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114324658190519863</id><published>2006-03-24T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T05:25:14.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White fur flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First, let me apologize for not posting on Wednesday. I have a pattern you see, every other day I post. I was not able to on Wednesday because my mom had a seizure and had to go to the doctor. She is fine but she needed some rest. They are hard on her and I didn’t even remind her to post so, here I am apologizing. So guess what. The white fiend came back. He is huge! I was outside and he strolled into my yard as if he owned it. So, I puffed up and made my angry cat sounds, you know not quite a growl but really close. He kept coming. I started to growl then. He got close to the house and I attacked! It was wonderful! There is still white fur out in the yard. I ran him off and made sure he got my message! Then mom came out and told me I shouldn’t fight. She checked me for cuts and bite marks needless to say she didn’t find any. I am fine, I am good! So I am on a little kitty high right now! The fiend lost and the knight in shining collar won! I have the shining collar, in case you didn’t know. By the way, I hate the collar! I don’t like any collar, but this one means everyone can see me at night. I can’t get the jump on anything because my collar gives me away! Oh, guess who is coming to stay with us. The monsters! Yeah, I bet they will enjoy seeing all that white fur outside. I will have to remember to tell them all about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114324658190519863?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114324658190519863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114324658190519863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324658190519863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324658190519863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/03/white-fur-flying.html' title='White fur flying'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114324580412433826</id><published>2006-03-20T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T05:23:50.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Scooby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of you mouse lovers out there should stop reading this post. I don’t want to offend anyone so I am putting up this warning. However, if you do stop reading I want you to know that I didn’t do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, I know that throughout history cats have chased and killed mice. That was fine for the ancient cats. I do not need to kill mice; I have a big bag of food that doesn’t run away. However, Scooby doesn’t quite get the idea. We had a little mouse come in the house and he caught it. Okay, sometimes I intimidate them but you have to let them go back home to tell their friends. Well Scooby didn’t let it go. He played with the mouse like it was stuffed! Man, he is brutal. Mom stopped him before he could eat the little guy, but she couldn’t save him. I am going to have to tell Scooby that he doesn’t have to catch his food anymore. Mom gives it us everyday. I hope that will calm him down because that was just gross! By the way, I saw the white fiend again! Maybe I should send Killer Scooby out to tango with the fiend. What do you think? No, I am the protector of the yard (and everything else), so I will defeat him myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114324580412433826?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114324580412433826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114324580412433826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324580412433826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324580412433826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/03/killer-scooby.html' title='Killer Scooby'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114324498961746185</id><published>2006-03-18T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T05:22:52.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucking Scooby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do I have a story for you! Mom bought a leash for Scooby so that he will go outside. He is scared to go, but he wants to go. He will sit in the door a look longingly out at the yard. So mom thought that he could go outside but still feel safe. Part of the problem is that Scooby doesn’t come to his name, or anything else for that matter. This really scared mom. What if he goes out and then gets scared. He could run off, so she bought the leash. Well, she hooks him up and we all go outside. Scooby was doing okay until mom sat him down. As soon as his little paws touched the ground, he started to flip out. He was jumping and twirling around trying to get away. He looked like one of those big bulls on TV that the cowboys try to ride. So, mom scooped him up and took him back inside. Now he is all jumpy again and that is not good. I thought it was all kind of funny, but I don’t want him to be scared. I like him and I want him to like it here too. I guess we will see what happens when she gets the “new” leash. She says it will help, I am not so sure. I’ll tell you all about it though. Got to run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114324498961746185?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114324498961746185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114324498961746185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324498961746185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324498961746185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/03/bucking-scooby.html' title='Bucking Scooby'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114324439677612845</id><published>2006-03-16T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:54:15.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom is so smart! She went to the store and bought me a new nip mouse. He is not like my other mouse; this one has a very long tail. Now I have my friend back! Mom says that I have to &lt;strong&gt;forgive&lt;/strong&gt; Scooby because he is teething. This means he is chewing on everything! He doesn’t mean to mess things up, but his mouth hurts so he is trying to make it better. I guess that is okay. I did notice he is loosing teeth; I just didn’t want to say anything that might hurt his feelings. I want to be the best big brother that I can be. It is my job to show him what to do and what not to do. I need to work with him because right now he hasn’t got a clue! Any ideas? I am going to go play now. Maybe I will play with Scooby too. I will post again soon!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;See we made up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/You%20stink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114324439677612845?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114324439677612845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114324439677612845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324439677612845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324439677612845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/03/making-up.html' title='Making up'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114324202805489038</id><published>2006-03-14T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:47:44.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugger Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is it! I have put up with a lot of indignities since BUGGER LIPS (Scooby) came to live here, but not this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/200/Nip%20mouse%20inside%20front.0.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In case you don’t recognize that purple blob I will tell you, it used to be my nip mouse! His guts are hanging out man! His stuffing and nip pouch are not supposed to be showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/200/Nip%20mouse%20insides.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bugger lips ate him! I agonized over ripping his tail off and then HE comes along and it’s my friend! It is not just my nip mouse, Look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/200/Eating%20MOMMY.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is eating my MOM! What if her stuffing starts to show? Who would feed me? Who would cuddle with me? Then what will I do? I think that I will have to teach him a lesson, but how? I need to think. I’ll be outside if you need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114324202805489038?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114324202805489038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114324202805489038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324202805489038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324202805489038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/03/bugger-lips.html' title='Bugger Lips'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114324261083810195</id><published>2006-03-12T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T05:21:19.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello again! It has been a whole six days since I posted. You must have thought I had forgotten you. No, I could never forget you friends. It just took a little longer than we thought it would for my mom to get better. I am happy to report that my mom is “on the mend” and my grandma is “all most over it”. They are feeling lots better because of all the love and attention we gave them. All humans should know that kitty kisses and snuggles are the absolute best medicine ever! We cats never get the respect that we deserve. It doesn’t matter; it still makes my little heart better to know my people are well. I am going to go now. I am having a TREAT tonight as a thank you present. I wonder what it will be. Nip, no wait, food, I just can’t decide. Maybe she will give me both! Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114324261083810195?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114324261083810195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114324261083810195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324261083810195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324261083810195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-better.html' title='All better'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114324009742332781</id><published>2006-03-06T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T05:20:19.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom is going to take some “sick leave”. She caught my grandma’s sick and now they both have it! They cough and sneeze all the time! Yuck! I keep snuggling with them to make them feel better, but man who wants snot fur? I can tell you who doesn’t want snot anything, ME! There is one bright spot though, all of the balled up tissues are fun to play with. The only problem is getting them out of the trash. I will blog when mom gets better. I guess you will be without me for a while. Do you think that cats can catch people sick? (Insert cat shudder) I really hope not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114324009742332781?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114324009742332781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114324009742332781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324009742332781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324009742332781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick-leave.html' title='Sick Leave'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114324382906572545</id><published>2006-03-04T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T05:19:29.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been having so much fun! My grandma is sick so my mom is busy taking care of her. This means that I am not getting my daily outside time. Now at first, I was very upset about this. That white cat could be in my yard and I needed to defend it. Plus, I wanted to chase all the birds and other animals. Then I discovered that my brother Scooby is fun. He likes to play games with me. We run together and play with all of the toys that are around. We like to play hide and swat. He hides under the bed a lot. I don’t tell him that I can see him, nope I just play along. I found a great spot! I hid under the chair in the living room, the only problem was I fell asleep and Scooby surprised me. How humiliating is that? Scooby surprised me; it should me the other way around. My most favorite thing to do is run with Scooby. He is really fast! He gets real low to the ground and zooms around the house. I am having lots of fun inside! I am even enjoying my time with Scooby, go figure. Well, I am off to run some more! Have a wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114324382906572545?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114324382906572545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114324382906572545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324382906572545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324382906572545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/03/play-time.html' title='Play time'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114324060627990165</id><published>2006-03-02T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T05:18:51.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking care of Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello all of my fine furry readers! And I hello to those without fur too! My house is in an uproar. My mom is playing nurse for my grandma. Grandma caught a “people sick” at her job at the hospital. She has been very sick so my mom is playing her nurse. I don’t like it when my people get sick, but I can’t figure out how to work the can of Lysol! Mom says we have to get off the computer so she can fix grandma some lunch. Hmmm … I think that I will umm … help, yeah help her. (Insert evil kitty laugh) Maybe I will help myself too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114324060627990165?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114324060627990165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114324060627990165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324060627990165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324060627990165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/03/taking-care-of-grandma.html' title='Taking care of Grandma'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114324147848074929</id><published>2006-02-28T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T05:18:05.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty fiend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That blasted intruder got away. Mom saw the thing and she wouldn’t let me stay outside. She called me and then she picked me up and took me inside! How does she think that is going to look? The fiend thinks that I am a mommy’s cat! Well, I am, but not to him! Yes, the thing is a boy! I will plot and plan until we meet again, then I will whip his white, puffy tail! I can’t wait to see all the fur laying in my yard as he runs away. Yeah, I am the cat! He can just go find some other yard to scent because this one is mine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114324147848074929?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114324147848074929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114324147848074929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324147848074929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324147848074929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/kitty-fiend.html' title='Kitty fiend'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114324105158682489</id><published>2006-02-26T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T05:17:27.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intruder Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have an intruder in my yard! This big white cat is walking around outside in MY yard! This is so insulting! It keeps spreading its nasty scent around and trying to sneak around. Whom does he think he is messing with? I am no kitten; I know how to run cats off! Now all I have to do is convince mom to let me outside for some “play” time! I show that beast who is boss of this yard! Grrrrr … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114324105158682489?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114324105158682489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114324105158682489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324105158682489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114324105158682489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/intruder-alert.html' title='Intruder Alert'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114082510985626624</id><published>2006-02-24T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:19:00.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert</title><content type='html'>I am posting to say a warm Happy Birthday to my Uncle Robert! He is married to my Aunt Heather so he lives with my dad! I wanted to wish him many more birthdays and to say have a great day! I like him because he pets me when he visits. Oh, and he brushed me with my “special” comb the last time I saw him. He is a very nice person, for a human. I am happy that he is a part of my family. So, Happy Birthday Uncle Robert! TTYL Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114082510985626624?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114082510985626624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114082510985626624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114082510985626624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114082510985626624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/robert.html' title='Robert'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114082624836811315</id><published>2006-02-22T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:18:29.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby the confused cat</title><content type='html'>Okay readers, Scooby is confused. What is he talking about you wonder. Well, I will tell you. When mom brought him home he was white with the Siamese points (some not all). So now, he is getting darker. He has TAN on his side now. It was not there when he came here. Everyday he changes just a little. Mom says that he looks a lot like Crystal, I don’t know if I agree. He is still growing so we don’t know what he will look like as an adult yet. I hope he calms down. He runs and plays all the time! I like to play with him sometimes, but he is crazy. Did I mention that he is scared of everything? He runs and hides all the time. We go and talk to him and calm him down. I hope that he grows out of that. Mom says he is growing on me. Does that mean I have to go to the vet? I don’t want him growing on me, I am not a white/tan/black cat I am a black/white cat! I guess I have to go for now. Mom says I can post in the morning because she is sleepy and doesn’t like to hear the clicking of the keys as I type (yes, I learned). TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114082624836811315?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114082624836811315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114082624836811315&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114082624836811315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114082624836811315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/scooby-confused-cat.html' title='Scooby the confused cat'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114082490981602173</id><published>2006-02-20T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:17:47.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher cat</title><content type='html'>I have been getting some very positive feed back about my “scenting lesson”. I like being able to share my cat knowledge with everyone. Maybe I can become a professor somewhere. What do you think? Professor Snoodleroo? It has a nice ring to it don’t it? Now I would like to answer some of the questions that were asked while saying I am smart a lot. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Miles (The Mezzers):&lt;br/&gt;You can try to put your strong scent on your Mommy, but it may not work. The other cats may put their strong stink on her after you and then it confuses other cats. My suggestion is to scent one part of your Mommy, (this is what I do), and then the other cats will be able to mark her somewhere else. Please tell me all about your successes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dad (Oreo):&lt;br/&gt;You didn’t even read my smell to see what I wanted? See readers, this is why my Dad is called Boogiehead! I think they should have named you bugger head (smile). I sent more messages on the monsters, read them and THEN erase them. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Victor Tabbycat:&lt;br/&gt;Scooby made the same mistake. My smell (and Crystal’s) is a way for others to know that my mom is MY mom. However, scenting is a way to tell strangers that we love our people; otherwise, we would let them walk around without our smell. I don’t think you should worry much about Bonnie being mad at you. I was mad at Scooby but we get along all right now. He is still a pain in the tail sometimes, but that is because he is so young.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sweetie (OldOldLady of the hills):&lt;br/&gt;Thank you; I am a very smart cat. Humans don’t understand that if you don’t mark then it isn’t yours. You would think that they could figure that out on their own, but I guess not. Yes, I have noticed the human clinging to other human thing. My mom’s boyfriend is always moving ME out of the way to he can, so he can, he can, eeww … I just can’t say such nasty things but here goes, KISS her. Yuck. What is the appeal of kissing? It would be better if they just butted heads and rubbed faces. Dumb humans. I am very glad that you came to visit. Please come back anytime! Can I come visit you?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fat Eric:&lt;br/&gt;You are so welcome. I like to share my thoughts. Thank you, I am very smart. I also like to hear it!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Beau:&lt;br/&gt;So did she pass? I hope so! If she didn’t do well you have to let her try again. I mean how long did you take to learn what the litter box was for? I was very fast, mind you. (Smile)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So, those are the answers to the questions left for me about scenting. I need to go now my paws are aching! Thank you for reading this looong post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114082490981602173?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114082490981602173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114082490981602173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114082490981602173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114082490981602173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/teacher-cat.html' title='Teacher cat'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114082291127299691</id><published>2006-02-17T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:16:20.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot Days</title><content type='html'>I am having a wonderful day today! Scooby had to go to the vet the other day. HA! He needed more shots; I hope that he couldn't give me anything before he got them. I will have to ask. So anyway, he went away for a while and then when he gets back mom feels so bad that she gave us Ã‚Â NIP! Whoo-hoo! I think that Scooby should go to the vet everyday. You kwhat that wouldn't'tdnÃ‚Ât really work. Then mom would feel bad all the time, nope that was definitely not a good idea. Oh yeah, I find out that the monsters are coming for the weekend. This could be interesting (rubbing front paws together while smiling). The boys have not been introduced to the monsters. I will have so much fun telling him all about them. He-he. Now I must go, must find little brother, and scare the fur off him! Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114082291127299691?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114082291127299691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114082291127299691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114082291127299691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114082291127299691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/shot-days.html' title='Shot Days'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114003998004479530</id><published>2006-02-15T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:49:52.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My loving Aunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a visitor yesterday! It was my Aunt, she loves me so much! She came and talked to me and I guess she might have talked to Scooby too. What do I know, she was petting me. I do remember Scooby's stink on her come to think of it. She had to go home to retrieve "the monsters" (her kids) from school. I wonder if they teach Rubbing the cat 101? I hope so! So before she left I put my scent on her, thereby telling my father "Hello Dad! What's up?" I won't hear back until the monsters come and spend the night. My mom asked me why I scented my Aunt before she left. Well, duh! I like to think that my mom is smart in the ways of the cat, but I must have skipped one of her lessons. All of the silly human out there can't understand that there are different degrees of your scent. I will have to explain. Wait a moment while I find my little kitty glasses (figurative only, I promise)so that I will look as smart as I know that I am. The lesson begins with this. (Insert clearing of throat sound. No hair ball just for affect) The first is a light scent, a way to send greetings or introduce your self. The second is a mild scent, a way to say "you need to back off", but in a nice way. The third is a medium scent, telling others to "back off this person or furniture (or anything else) is mine". The final, and strongest of all the scents is the strong scent. This one tells others to "back away slowly, I have claws (and fangs) and I am not afraid to use them!" Thus concludes my lesson. Any questions? Wait, I can't see your paws, hmmm ... send questions using the comments. Then I can answer them all. Well, I have had enough school today, time for a nap! TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114003998004479530?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114003998004479530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114003998004479530&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114003998004479530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114003998004479530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-loving-aunt.html' title='My loving Aunt'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-114003762211113733</id><published>2006-02-14T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:48:25.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is everybody's invitation to my brother Scooby's blog. I helped him create it (insert smug cat smile). I hope that you all enjoy! I want to wish everybody, cat or not, a warm "Happy Valentines Day"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-114003762211113733?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/114003762211113733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=114003762211113733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114003762211113733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/114003762211113733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/brother.html' title='Brother'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113970836407601483</id><published>2006-02-11T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:39:24.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can FLY</title><content type='html'>I have been playing and eating nip all day! Such a lovely hobby. Today my mom told me that I can't go outside, so she gave me nip. I was very surprised. I had nip for the last three days in a row! Shh, don't tell my mom. I can't go outside because it is snowing again. I hate the snow! It gets my paws wet and it is cold. I can't play outside in the snow so my mom says "No, outside time sweetie. Sorry." I am kind of happy way down deep in my little kitty heart, I would much rather have nip than wet paws! I have been playing ( or fighting, your guess) with Scooby and chasing my toys around. I needed a break and my mom had that dumb camera again so she wants to post pictures. So here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/We%20love%20it%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Stoned%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am playing with my brother here. We are still playing with the bubble wrap that came with the nip from Robyn and her cats. I like to roll on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Stoned%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, some times it rolls with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Play%20or%20fight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like my brother when we are stoned. He looks kind of scary but cool. I don't like the fact that he is playing with MY toys though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Stoned%20last.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I bet that you are wondering why I titled this post the way I did. Why does he think that he can fly? Is it because of the nip? Well, I can tell you that it is sort of from the nip. My mom took this picture.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Super%20Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I had a cape, like a super hero does. I walked around with the "cape" on until I rolled over to play with Scooby. Then the bubble wrap stuck on my paw and the floor. All it took was one good shake and the bubble wrap fell off of my fur and became a toy again! It don't really matter what you think is a toy as long as it is safe and fun! I think that this will help my brother and I bond a little as we get to know each other. Hopefully we will develop a relationship that is just as close as Crystal and I had. That is what my Mom hopes, so I feel the same way. I will post again later. Bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113970836407601483?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113970836407601483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113970836407601483&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113970836407601483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113970836407601483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-can-fly.html' title='I can FLY'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113970489855772333</id><published>2006-02-10T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:42:32.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Chest</title><content type='html'>I have been so happy! My nip that Robyn and her cats sent to us is the best! We have been playing and eating it. My mom hides our nip from us. I tend to eat through the bag and get it all over the house. I am not exactly sure why this is a bad thing, but my mom thinks it is. She used to hide it in a drawer, but I can get to it when she hides it there so she bought this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Magic%20Box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what she uses to keep us away from our nip. The thing even has a lock! She painted it gold and calls it our treasure chest. I kind of thought that was funny, but I still want my nip. The only good thing about the box is that I can still smell the nip inside. Fumes are better than nothing! She put the nip that we got in the mail in the box and took this picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Magic%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom set our nip on top of the nip we already had, and took a picture where you can see our names on the baggies. I think it is pretty cool. However, I still think I should be able to get my nip when I want it. I am just happy that she replaces the nip in our toys and gives us some to play with a lot, otherwise I would have to stage a revolt. Good mom! Now if I could just train her to open the box when I meow she would be perfect! I have to go now! I can hear the box opening! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113970489855772333?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113970489855772333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113970489855772333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113970489855772333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113970489855772333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/treasure-chest.html' title='Treasure Chest'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113970373339543497</id><published>2006-02-09T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:48:59.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got mail</title><content type='html'>It was an ordinary day around my house. I walked out with my mom to get the mail. I do this almost every day. She smiles and talks to me as we walk, it is so cool. So anyway, when we get out to the mailbox there sat two boxes. She picked them up and read the labels. One was hers, but the other was mine (and everyone else). I was so excited! It was from our friends Sanjee, Boni, Mini, and their mom Robyn! When we got back in the house she opened everything else before she opened my package! So mean! When she opened the box she smiled and went to get the camera so she could post some pictures. She came back and started to take her pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Mail%20today.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what the package looked like inside. All wrapped up, but I could smell it! It had NIP in it! So she open it up and this is what we found.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Mail%20today%20inside%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is nip for me and Scooby and a present for mom too. Mom was so happy. She doesn't get many surprise presents anymore. Here are some more pictures of our presents for you to look at.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Mail%20today%20inside%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Mail%20today%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You are looking at two baggies, with three separate bags of nip in them. One baggies says my name and the other says Scooby. We didn't want to wait for Mom to finish taking her pictures so we interrupted. We like to get in the way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/We%20share.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/We%20share%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last thing that was in the box was a baggie for my mom. There is a card in the middle. My mom took a picture of the card and her gift as you can see below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Loot%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mom cried and smiled when she opened her box. Robyn sent her grief beads to help her feel better about Crystal's passing. My mom has been trying very hard to put Crystal's things away and couldn't do it. She held the beads and rubbed them while she put them away. Thank you Robyn. Your gift helped my mom find the strength to put Crystal's things away. Your generosity has touched all of our hearts. The encouragement that we have felt has been a blessing. This household is still in mouring but we have been able to smile and laugh again. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I will post some more about the fun we are having with our nip. We love everything that was sent and the emotions that have come from it. All of the comments, prayers, and now our wonderful gift have truly help us all deal with the difficult time that we are having. Thank you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113970373339543497?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113970373339543497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113970373339543497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113970373339543497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113970373339543497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-got-mail.html' title='I&apos;ve got mail'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113955769674742514</id><published>2006-02-09T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:23:57.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm posting this to see if this message will stay on my blog. I've had three that wouldn't stay! I am hoping that my mom fixed the problem and I can post later. I have a lot to post about. I have had an interesting week and I can't wait to tell you about it. TTYL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113955769674742514?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113955769674742514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113955769674742514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113955769674742514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113955769674742514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/posting-trouble.html' title='Posting Trouble'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113930065045074781</id><published>2006-02-07T03:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T03:24:56.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby, my brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/1600/Scooby%20head%20shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/Scooby%20head%20shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, this is the brat. I am starting to like him, but don't tell him that! I am posting tomorrow so check back then. Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113930065045074781?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113930065045074781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113930065045074781&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113930065045074781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113930065045074781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/02/scooby-my-brother.html' title='Scooby, my brother'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113874107829183005</id><published>2006-01-31T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:11:16.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom has lost her freakin' mind! freakin' is a new word I heard the other day and I like it. Mom said to stop freakin' out about "Scooby" (insert sarcastic drawn out name). That is why I think my mom is crazy. It all started when my mom told me about Crystal. Everyone was so sad and lonely. I tried to help my mom but I was sad too. So my mom had this bright idea to get me a "play mate". She thought it might help us feel better. I didn't realize that she was bringing &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; home two days after Crystal's passing! It seemed like she was trying to replace Crystal! Then my mom talked to me and told me you can never replace a friend you just have to make new ones and remember the old ones. So I thought, okay she will bring me a "play mate" and I will make sure she understands I don't like it! So she brought home another cat and &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; is a &lt;strong&gt;BOY&lt;/strong&gt;! This is &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; house, what was she thinking? Scooby looks kind of like Crystal so I was confused at first and I didn't beat him up. Later on that night I got a whiff of his nasty smell and I knew it was not my sister. This just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a nice cat I guess. He follows me around and watches me a lot. Creepy! He likes to play, with &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; toys, so I kind of play with him. I was trying real hard not to even acknowledge his presence, I hid in the other rooms hissing and growling and wouldn't even come to my mom the first night that he was here. Then my mom picked me up, smelling like him, and asked me if I would be nice to him and accept him into our family. She had tears in her eyes and I could feel Crystal's presence in the room and they were both asking me to let him in. I head-butted my mom (my special way of kissing her) to let her know that I understood her (and Crystal too), and that I would try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me Scooby's story and I decided that I might be able to stand to have him around. Scooby has had a hard life until now. He is only about three months old and he was dropped off to fend for himself. That made me kind of sad, so I settled down on her lap so she could finish. She told me how he had been living at the vet's office &lt;strong&gt;(SCARY)&lt;/strong&gt; until mom gave him a home. I wouldn't want anyone to have to live at the vet, so I made up my mind to accept him. I still give him a hiss and swat every now and then, just to remind him who is in charge here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, he isn't all that bad. We chase each other and play together (sometimes). I like to play with him, he has lots of energy and likes to run. The on;y problem I have now is that he can't go outside with me. Mom says he is to young and might get lost. I guess that would be a bad thing (insert evil cat smile). No, I wouldn't want him to get lost. That would make my mom sad again and that is just wrong! The house doesn't feel sad anymore and I don't want it to again! We all miss Cre very much, but it does help to have someone to play with. I will teach him everything that Crystal taught me and in a way Crystal will live again. That makes me very happy! Maybe this new cat thing wasn't such a bad idea after all. I am going to help Scooby start a blog and will post the link soon. Thank you for all of the nice posts and comments that everyone made. My mom is trying to read them all, but they made her cry and she stops and reads more later. It may take her a while but she will read them all. We all wish Cre the greatest success in heaven and we know that she is happy. Sometimes I can still feel her beautiful crossed eyes looking at me saying "I knew you loved me sucker!" I am glad she knows. Thank you again. The next post will be Scooby's first picture on my blog. TTYL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113874107829183005?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113874107829183005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113874107829183005&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113874107829183005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113874107829183005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/crap_31.html' title='Crap!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113823068842938768</id><published>2006-01-25T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:11:28.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crystal Elizabeth. Loved by all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/640/Cre%20in%20sun%201%20fixed.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/320/Cre%20in%20sun%201%20fixed.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113823068842938768?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113823068842938768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113823068842938768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113823068842938768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113823068842938768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/crystal-elizabeth.html' title=''/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113823050144246755</id><published>2006-01-25T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:08:21.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I loved her so much. She was my sister.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/640/Cre%20and%20Jamesie%20on%20bed%20fixed.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/320/Cre%20and%20Jamesie%20on%20bed%20fixed.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113823050144246755?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113823050144246755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113823050144246755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113823050144246755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113823050144246755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-loved-her-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113823043630115528</id><published>2006-01-25T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:07:18.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister crystal</title><content type='html'>I am so sad to have to tell you that Crystal passed away today. She was very sick and she couldn't get better. Mom told me that she is happy with God and not to be scared anymore. We have all been really worried about Crystal. Hoping and praying for her, it just didn't work. I didn't get to say goodbye. Mom brought her toys home from the vet and they smell like her. I miss her so much I laid down on her blanket with her rabbit. Mom is crying and very sad. I went and licked some of her tears away but it didn't work. Her heart is broke. &lt;strong&gt;My&lt;/strong&gt; heart is broke. I don't like death! It takes away the ones we love. Mom says that it is natural but I don't care! I want my sister back! I want to smell her stinky butt and nasty breath. I want to hear her "moo-ing" meow! I want to &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; her. This just sucks! Everybody is so sad and we all miss Crystal tons. Mom wrote on Crystal's blog and showed all kinds of pictures. They made her smile and cry at the same time. The pictures are supposed to show everybody what kind of cat Crystal was. She was my friend and sister. That is what kind of cat she was. Everybody loved her because she was Crystal, there is just no other way to put it. Now I need to go and lick some more of Mom's tears away. She is really sad because she told the doctor to give Crystal the shot to send her to God. I know that Crystal couldn't get better and she needed to let go, but my Mom is still blaming herself. I will have to lay beside her on the bed and purr really loud. Hopefully she will stop crying soon. Thank you for all of the prayers for Crystal and all of the support for my Mom. We appreciate everything. I will keep you all posted on what is going on around here, but I might take a few days off. I need to help my Mom and Grandma. TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113823043630115528?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113823043630115528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113823043630115528&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113823043630115528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113823043630115528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-sister-crystal.html' title='My Sister crystal'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113813819771212587</id><published>2006-01-24T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:29:57.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister is very sick</title><content type='html'>I am so scared! My sister got sick this weekend and had to go to the vet. I haven't seen her since Sunday. My mom cries a lot. That isn't good. Crystal, my sister, has kidney failure. She is very sick. The vet is trying to get her body to work right again, but so far their is little to no change. My mom calls to check on her all the time just praying that she will be alright. We all feel kind of lost without her around. I want her to get better and come home. Please pray for her and give her all of the support that you can. My mom still says good night to her when it is bed time because she thinks that if you say it with love than Crystal will hear it. Crystal is very down so everybody send her some LOVE! I need to go. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113813819771212587?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113813819771212587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113813819771212587&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113813819771212587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113813819771212587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-sister-is-very-sick.html' title='My sister is very sick'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113711238902745026</id><published>2006-01-12T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:33:09.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge is best served on the net</title><content type='html'>My sister put a picture of me on her blog that is not so flattering. I am including a link because I understand that curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back. So there is a link. Anyway, I am putting one of her on my blog to show her that I can play dirty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8114/1780/400/Oct31%2418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hee-Hee! Doesn't she look funny? My mom had an old hair bow that had been stretched out and wouldn't stay on her head anymore. Crystal was playing with it so my mom made her a hat! She got my grandmother to hold crystal while she took the picture! Ha, she kind of looks funny. Have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113711238902745026?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://crystalqueen.blogspot.com' title='Revenge is best served on the net'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113711238902745026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113711238902745026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113711238902745026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113711238902745026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/revenge-is-best-served-on-net.html' title='Revenge is best served on the net'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113703245900455224</id><published>2006-01-11T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:20:59.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap, he can see me! Wait, I mean, yeah I am your master!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/640/3%20dumb%20mice%203.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/320/3%20dumb%20mice%203.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113703245900455224?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113703245900455224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113703245900455224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113703245900455224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113703245900455224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/crap-he-can-see-me-wait-i-mean-yeah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113703243502698118</id><published>2006-01-11T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:20:35.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you think that they can see me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/640/3%20dumb%20mice%202.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/320/3%20dumb%20mice%202.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113703243502698118?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113703243502698118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113703243502698118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113703243502698118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113703243502698118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-you-think-that-they-can-see-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113703238769167251</id><published>2006-01-11T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:19:47.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They are cowering from the mighty Snoodleroo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/640/3%20dumb%20mice%201.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/320/3%20dumb%20mice%201.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113703238769167251?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113703238769167251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113703238769167251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113703238769167251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113703238769167251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/they-are-cowering-from-mighty.html' title=''/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113703237833092476</id><published>2006-01-11T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:19:38.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha! I can see you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/640/3%20dumb%20mice%204.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/320/3%20dumb%20mice%204.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113703237833092476?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113703237833092476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113703237833092476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113703237833092476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113703237833092476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/ha-i-can-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113709675860116603</id><published>2006-01-09T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:19:08.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He can't be ten yet!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. We are having yet another birthday in this family. My human cousin,Steven is turning 10! I am so amazed at the way time will zoom by you when you aren't looking. Well, to Steven: Happy birthday boy! We all send all of our love and kisses to "yall" on your special day! I hope and pray that you will remember that we are always here for you no matter what. Love doesn't change, it just grows! We all look at you and we just want to cheer! Yes you heard me right cheer. You have your own cheerleaders, can you hear us? Whoo-hoo! He is TEN! Yeah! I can't think of any other ten year old who I would allow to brush and kiss me, so you go boy! Sending you all the love from all of us here. Hello to all of you monsters up there with the birthday boy, love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day baby! Luv, Snoodleroo, Crystalqueen, AA, &amp;amp; GM&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113709675860116603?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.boogieheadoreo.blogspot.com/' title='He can&apos;t be ten yet!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113709675860116603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113709675860116603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113709675860116603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113709675860116603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/he-cant-be-ten-yet.html' title='He can&apos;t be ten yet!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113709074481040040</id><published>2006-01-04T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:08:18.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a secret!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello all of you cats! I have a really big secret! I will tell you because I can’t keep it in! My tail is twitching, my back is jumping, and I just want to tell! So here goes, I got a secret paw! Ain’t that cool? I have been looking and looking but I can’t find it. How frustrating! Hold on a second, my mom is talking to me. Umm… well, it seems she told me wrong about this secret paw thing. I got a gift from a secret paw, not that I actually had one. Oh well, I have a secret paw! My secret paw was Ms. Sniffles! She sent me cool toys that I can bite and chew on and bite! One is shaped like a duck and the other is a mouse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/1600/mousie2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" height="259" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/mousie2.1.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1888/1353/320/my%20duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As you can see this is my duck, ducky. And this fine fellow is my mouse, tom. They are both great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them both! They taste so good. Thank you! I am so happy!! How did you know that I like to chew and bite on things? That is my favorite thing to do to my toys! My mom says that I am have to say that my sister, Crystal, had a secret paw too! She got a mousie and some really yummy food things (she shared). Well I had better go for now, Crystal is wanting to write on her blog tonight. Have a wonderful season and keep a cattin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113709074481040040?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113709074481040040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113709074481040040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113709074481040040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113709074481040040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-secret.html' title='I have a secret!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113530410648830226</id><published>2005-12-23T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:59:14.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No more snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;I am so Bored! It is snowing again! I want to go outside but my mom says “No way little man. You would stay out there and freeze to the ground.” I keep telling her that I am a responsible cat who can judge when to come back in. She looks at me and I just know she is thinking, “Yeah right. Responsible kitties would stay inside.” Or some such nonsense. So I set in the window and dream. We have birds that stick around even in the winter so I’m not just dreaming. No, I am banging my head on the window when I lunge to catch them as they fly right past me. Dang! I am going to sulk now. TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113530410648830226?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113530410648830226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113530410648830226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530410648830226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530410648830226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-more-snow.html' title='No more snow!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113530442922196021</id><published>2005-12-23T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:04:03.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are seizures anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;I just wanted to say hi! My mom has not been posting my posts. She has had so much to do lately. She has been ignoring me. Not really, I just thought she might brush me some more if I could make her think that I felt neglected. Man, it didn’t work. There is not much going on around here. I have been watching a lot of movies and of course the birds. They are fun if my mom watches with me. We both tend to nod off and sleep for a while. My weekend was kind of fun. The little monsters came back and stayed for two days. I was outside a lot more than normal. When they are here all I have to do is walk over in the area of the door and they will let me out. Cool huh? They went home and we began another week here at my house. I will not be able to post as much for a while because this is the time for my mom to have a seizure. She doesn’t really want to get on the net with me when she could hurt me or herself. We have so many pointy corners in this house. So I have to help look out for her. If she gets hurt again I will have to learn to type. TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113530442922196021?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113530442922196021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113530442922196021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530442922196021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530442922196021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-are-seizures-anyway.html' title='What are seizures anyway?'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113530426263778741</id><published>2005-12-22T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:23:57.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 really dumb mice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello all of my readers. I am so upset to have to tell you this. There were three mice in my house. Yes three. I am so astonished. My mom has a no kill trap and you can see them when they are in it. Imagine my surprise when I look and there sat three mice inside. I looked at them as they tried to hide and wondered why they were scared. Then it occurred to me I was hanging my giant (to them) black kitty head right over top of them and they couldn’t get away. So I backed up and watched from a distance. They didn’t do much; mainly they ran back and forth in the trap. My mom went outside to let them out and she wouldn’t let me go! As if I would just attack three helpless little… okay I would but still! So off she goes carrying the trap and some cereal for the little buggers to eat at their new home. She walks off into the snow and sleet to free some creature she doesn’t even know. I wonder why? Maybe I will ask her when she gets warm again. I have to get off now; my sister wants her time on the computer too. Like she can see well with her small crossed eyes. I know, I know that isn’t nice. So? TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113530426263778741?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113530426263778741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113530426263778741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530426263778741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530426263778741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/12/3-really-dumb-mice.html' title='3 really dumb mice!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113530418872314972</id><published>2005-12-22T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:57:57.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie, the weather man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello to all of you lovely readers! I am in a great mood. It all started this morning. I was watching the news with my mom and heard the word snow. My mom started talking to my sister, who had stolen my place in her lap! But I was planning. So as the day went on I kept to my normal routine. I slept, ate, went outside, chased my toys (and my sister), slept, and well anyway you get the picture. So it starts to get late. My mom says the news is on. I know this word means the show that says important things that are going on. I moseyed on in the living room and laid down in my bed beside the heat. I was watching for the guy who points at the pictures and says the weather. I liked him for a while because I thought his name was Jamesie, like mine. Turns out it is Jamie, his loss. So anyway, back to my plan. I waited and waited without taking any catnaps, this was so hard, and then he came on. I stood over closer to the TV and tried to be all casual so no one would guess my plan. When he said snow, I went right into action! I put my swatting paw on the TV and swatted him good! He was still talking so I did it again. My mom told me to get down and I ran to bed. But it worked! He said snow but when I scared him, no snow came! I am such a smart cat! I will try this again and see if I can scare away the rain! TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113530418872314972?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113530418872314972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113530418872314972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530418872314972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530418872314972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/12/jamie-weather-man.html' title='Jamie, the weather man'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113632850821661711</id><published>2005-12-22T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:07:11.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor little nip mouse</title><content type='html'>I have committed the worst bad thing I have ever done in my short little cat life. I have injured someone I love. He did nothing to deserve the pain that I have given him. I will never forgive myself. Well, here you can see for yourself what I did. This poor fellow is my poor little nip mouse. He did nothing to except play with me and be my friend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/640/Nip%20Mouse%20No%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/320/Nip%20Mouse%20No%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his side picture. Wasn't he so beautiful? Now he will be scared for life. I am such a bad cat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113632850821661711?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113632850821661711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113632850821661711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113632850821661711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113632850821661711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/12/poor-little-nip-mouse.html' title='Poor little nip mouse'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113632670113483542</id><published>2005-12-22T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:02:10.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Stoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love Sanjee, Boni, Mini, and their mom! They have the best nip ever made! I feel great! I have been rolling for so long that I have just worn myself out. I guess I will just lay here and look at all of the interesting things that float by me. You know, a cat has the deepest, mental, thoughts after he has nip. Ya know, why did I fall off of the couch when I fell asleep yesterday? Or why is my food dish so much smaller than my water dish? Are my sister's eyes crossed if you look at her with one eye shut? You know things like that. Well, thank you again for the nip. I am going to sleep now. I am so stoned, just like my cat dad Boogiehead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, so stoned! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/640/IMAGE007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/151/7324/320/IMAGE007.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/14815498-113632670113483542?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113632670113483542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113632670113483542&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113632670113483542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113632670113483542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-stoned.html' title='So Stoned'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113530445705508803</id><published>2005-12-22T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:27:10.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no manners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;I just got a lecture. My mom just realized that I didn’t say anything about her present from Sanjee, Boni, Mini, and their mom. I told her that it is pretty but it just isn’t nip. She thinks that it is beautiful! Alot of people have been asking her where she got it and my mom tells them how to get one of their own. That is so cool! I have to say that she is right about the pendant being pretty, a necklace pendent. Kind of like a collar decoration for any who don’t get my “pendent” word. I am trying to smarten my self up just a bit. I don’t know if it is working or not. Guess we will just have to wait and see. TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113530445705508803?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113530445705508803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113530445705508803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530445705508803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530445705508803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-no-manners.html' title='I have no manners'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113530434657920814</id><published>2005-12-22T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:25:57.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nip in the mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello all of you. I am writing on my blog because my mom just got some nip in the mail. It came from Sanjee, Boni, Mini, and their mom. Let me just say that is some good nip! I was all over the envelope when my mom brought it in. We have had some bad weather here in Virginia so I didn’t go with her to get the mail. Of all the days to choose to keep my paws dry. But anyway, the nip they sent is the best nip I have ever been around! I ate it and rolled in it. This is not normal behavior for me, well the rolling part might be a little bit true. My sis and I both have our own bags. I might just have to snitch a little from her bag if I run out. I believe that I have just about run out of things to say for today as I can hear my grandma is opening the “special” drawer where they hide my nip. So, um … bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113530434657920814?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113530434657920814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113530434657920814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530434657920814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530434657920814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/12/nip-in-mail.html' title='Nip in the mail'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113530449157044091</id><published>2005-12-22T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:25:15.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;I would like to tell any kitty out there Happy Thanksgiving! If you are quick enough Thanksgiving is a happy time for all us cats. My mom gives me little pieces of turkey and ham after she cooks them. They are great! I mean my mom is a wonderful cook but she makes a great Thanksgiving! I am partial to the ham but my sister loves turkey. We weave around her feat and look up at her adoringly and she gives us samples. She cuts it up for my sister and me so we don’t choke or sling it everywhere. We are very messy eaters. What can I say; we like to shake our food. That is why I am a very happy cat today. I am in food heaven and I am not leaving any time soon! TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113530449157044091?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113530449157044091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113530449157044091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530449157044091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530449157044091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113530422870983776</id><published>2005-12-22T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:24:28.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, hello all my kitty friends! It is fall here in Virginia. All the pretty leaves have fallen of the trees in my yard. You know what that means don’t you? Rolling! I roll around in the leaves and pretend that they are nip. I get all the nip that I need in my house, but hey who wouldn’t want there own field of it? I like the idea of that. There are draw backs though. You would have every strangler around in your yard all the time. Not fun! So I will just dream and then go in to my nippy toys and scratcher. Having a wonderful day here, hope everybody else is too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113530422870983776?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113530422870983776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113530422870983776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530422870983776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530422870983776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/12/leaves.html' title='Leaves'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113530452106194943</id><published>2005-12-22T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:24:00.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The monsters are back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;The monster children are back. They came and stayed at my house. I kind of like to have them around, ok, I admit it, I miss them when they leave. There, are you happy now? You made me say it, with all your accusing tail twitching and kitty stares how could I do anything else. So anyway, they didn’t stay very long, but they played with me and brushed me, all a cat could want. Man, I hope that they come back soon. I like to have little guys around to talk to. At my house, I am surrounded by girls. Oh, what a wonderful life this little kitty lives! Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113530452106194943?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113530452106194943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113530452106194943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530452106194943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530452106194943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/12/monsters-are-back.html' title='The monsters are back'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14815498.post-113530414038629343</id><published>2005-11-16T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:55:21.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom is 23!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello all of you cats and kittens! Today is my mom’s birthday. She is so happy. She just got off the phone with the little monsters, her nephews. I can see the little happy tears in her eyes. I am so glad she is happy! My licking will make her smile at me and Imake her stop crying! Happy tears or not, I just don't want her to cry ! Yeah, now she is smiling and combing my fur. That makes me happy too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;My mom has had a good week but I know that she is glad that she has heard from the monsters. She went dancing on Monday with the evil K.C., vet guy. She came back all happy and humming, walking around the house with the pointy shoes on. Man, you got to watch your paws around those! Who in the world would want to have humans running around in those while they walked around? I mean come on, paws are not meant for stabbing! So anyway, when she sat down I ran over and put my scent back on her. That is just the way she should smell, like all of her devoted felines! Happy Birthday Mom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14815498-113530414038629343?l=snoodleroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/feeds/113530414038629343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14815498&amp;postID=113530414038629343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530414038629343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14815498/posts/default/113530414038629343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com/2005/11/mom-is-23.html' title='Mom is 23!!'/><author><name>Snoodleroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815997560039581970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/7324/640/Jamesie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
