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in memory of Kieben 1997-2000

Having a cat is a very rewarding choice I have made, and I don't regret it for a minute. Kieben is funny, loving, goofy, well-behaved, and my Dooma-Flaget Kitty. AKA: Spazz Kitty!, Irving, Kiebsterelli, The Kiebster, Kiebenkins, Goofball, and when he's in trouble, Kieben Michael William Samuel Smith!!!
He shares his living space with me, and I am most grateful for his benevolence. His favorite toys are milkcap rings, aluminum foil balls, and a fuzzy ball that he carries around in his mouth and drops in my lap (or on my head if I'm sleeping), so that I will throw it so he can play fetch! He goes tearing through the house and will chase me, and then run so I will chase him. I have fish too, and he loves to watch them and occasionally I have to yell at him for laying on top of the aquariums.

He's also fascinated by SEGA video games, especially Sonic the Hedgehog. He sits in front of the tv and tries to catch Sonic and Tails when they whiz by. He also likes to sleep with his head on the Saturn console. When the SEGA! was gone for 2 weeks to get altered, he would lay in its place and cry. When we got it back, he licked it and started sleeping with it again! He is sooo goofy...

2/28/00 I just got another SEGA! When Mike and I split up, he took his, so I was bound and determined to get another one. And lo and behold, the guy whom I trained to replace me at work bought me the last SEGA Saturn at FuncoLand! What a pal!!! So Kieben is already sleeping with his paws around this one, so I guess he and the Saturn are bonding! He's still soooo goofy!

   

2/1/99 Guess what Kieben's new toy is! That's right! An empty 24-pack of Pepsi box!?! He loves that thing. I left it on the floor after I emptied it, and he hides in it, puts his toys in it, and pushes it around the kitchen. No fancy, expensive stuff for this cat. Just cheap stuff I would throw away. How's that for recycling? Even my kitty does his part!

H ow To Pill A Cat

1. Grasp cat firmly in your arms. Cradle its head on your elbow, just as if you were giving baby a bottle. Coo confidently, "That's a nice kitty." Drop pill into it's mouth.
2. Retrieve cat from top of lamp and pill from under sofa.
3. Follow same procedure as in 1, but hold cat's front paws down with left hand and back paws down with elbow of right arm. Poke pill into its mouth with right forefinger.
4. Retrieve cat from under bed. Get new pill from bottle. (Resist impulse to get new cat.)
5. Again proceed as in 1, except when you have cat firmly cradled in bottle-feeding position, sit down on edge of chair, fold your torso over cat, bring your right hand over your left elbow, open cat's mouth by lifting the upper jaw and pop the pill in quickly. Since your head is down by your knees, you won't be able to see what you're doing. That's just as well.
6. Leave cat hanging on drapes. Leave pill in your hair.
7. Have a good cry.
8. Now pull yourself together. Who's the boss here anyway? Retrieve cat and pill. Assuming position 1, say sternly, "Who's the boss here anyway?" Open cat's mouth, take pill and ...OOPS!
(This isn't working is it? Collapse and think. Aha! Those flashing claws are causing the chaos!)
9. Crawl to linen closet. Drag back large beach towel. Spread towel on floor.
10. Retrieve cat from kitchen counter and pill from potted plant.
11. Spread ca t on towel near one end with its head over long edge.
12. Flatten cats front and back legs over its stomach. (Resist urge to flatten cat.)
13. Roll cat in towel. Work fast; time and tabbies wait for no man nor woman.
14. Resume position 1. Rotate your left hand to cat's head. Press its mouth at the jaw hinges like opening the petals of a snapdragon.
15. Drop pill into cat's mouth and poke gently. Voila! It's done.
16. Vacuum up loose fur (cats). Apply bandages to wounds (yours).
17. Take two aspirins and lie down.

But you know I love him for every goofy precious thing he does. Even when he hides in the coffee table and ambushes me by grabbing my ankle as I walk by, making me trip, almost killing me and him in the process. Why? Cuz he's Kieben. And he's my kitty.



in memory of Kieben 1997-2000
I miss ya, Kiebster.

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