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Guest post, from Ms. Baby

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Hey y’all, this is me, Ms. Baby.    My Mom has been having a hard time posting lately, there are to many things happening with her, and she does not want to come across all sad, and confused and stuff, so she asked me to post on her blog, so her readers would know she was still alive.

First off, this is me in the picture.  I was trying to do my “sexy” pose, so I could get more treats.  For some reason my Mom and Dad looked at me and laughed.  How rude.  Since Mom is giving me my own time on her blog there are some things I would like to address, and hope she reads this so I can get my point across.

First, if my paw touches it, it’s mine.  That includes everything and if I happen to put my paw on your plate, it’s mine.  Seriously.

Secondly, I think my Mom is cheating on me with some other kitties.  The reason I say this, she is gone all day long, and then when she finally does get home, she has the smell of other kitties.  What the heck, She is supposed to be a one kitty woman!

And another thing, I am supposed to be able to go outside in the morning and then in the evening.   I usually don’t go far, just in the backyard for a couple of minutes, I like to eat the grass.   I don’t like to go that far after that time the birds in neighborhood dive bombed my butt.  For some unknown reason, they only let me out for about a minute in the morning and then a minute in the afternoon.  Dad said something about not trying to heat the outside with our heat, whatever that means, pfft, I have a fur coat for crying out loud, it doesn’t affect me.

That’s another thing, Mom is falling off on her job of brushing me.  I have a mat in my fur, what the heck is that about?  I try really hard to get to all of my parts, but I may (cough, cough..uhmm…furball)  have missed a spot.

I heard something too, the other day, and then that thing they use to take me out of the house showed up in the garage, which by the way is my domain.  I have a window that is all mine and I sit in and guard the house for Mom and Dad.  But this thing showed up and I heard whispers of the “Vet”.    Now, I am here to tell you, That’s not gonna happen.  I will hide under the bed and they will have no chance of getting me out.  I don’t like the Vet.  period.

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I really don’t understand my Mom and Dad, they truly think THEY run this house.  hehehe…They don’t know much.  I am an alarm clock, when they sleep to late.  I go in and kick them awake.  I chase them up and down the stairs to make sure they stay healthy and all’s I ask for is a little treat now and then….

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It’s a hard job, but I do the best I can.  It’s hard taking care of these humans.  Especially, since they are my Mom and Dad.  But I know when they are upset, and I do my best to keep things going.

 

 

So, for all of you wondering, Mom is okay, she just needs a little break, and Dad is taking care of her, with my assistance.  Don’t worry, she will be back in a couple of days and bore you to tears…..no problem…  Until then, this is Ms. Baby signing off…..Thanks Mom for letting me post!

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Happy Birthday to the College Student

Today is the College Student‘s birthday.  This is a letter from me to her:

My darling daughter,

While you were only 4 when I met you, you were a force to be reckoned with.  You are a beautiful woman now.  But you were oh so cute when you were little too.    I didn’t know how to react to you at times, for you see, your Mother was in your life, and you did not like to share your Dad with me.

But somehow, through the years, we managed to find a bonding.  We have fought on occasions, and we have cried on occasions, but I have always loved you.  

Things may have seemed bleak lately, but they are not.  Nothing has changed, and you are still the “baby” of the family.   While today, you have reached your 22nd birthday.  I would just like to let you know, a couple of things.

1.  I Love you.

2.  Your Dad loves you, as well as your brother’s and sisters.

3.  I am so proud of the woman you are becoming, I could shout it from the rooftop.

4.  I may not be your Mother, but I am still your Mom, and friend for life.

5.  I am very proud to call you my daughter.  (Even if I’m the Step Mother, and the wicked one at that.)

6.  The world is your playground, and you embrace it and enjoy each and every day.

7.  While I giggle when you call and say “it sucks to be a grown up”, I’m proud of the way you are handling it.

8.  To have you come home, and then spend a couple of hours just laughing with your sister, and watching you with Cam-man, those hours are priceless to me.  

9.  We still have the note you wrote to your Dad and I on the fridge, the day you left for college.  And Boo-Bear, Your Welcome.

10.  I Love you and am oh so proud of you Girl!  

I could go on and tell some embarrassing stories “Octo-Mom” with one kid, but I think you know what I mean.

Thank you Boo for being in my life, for calling everyday, and just being you!  Happy Birthday little one, and I love you!!!

Signed,

“The wicked Step-Mother”

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