<?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-771154741178143567</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:20:01.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite and Scratch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-7813282122544019560</id><published>2010-04-13T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:44:40.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Baby the Cat here.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;/i&gt; Me too, I am Binky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well Babette and Binky, it has been a long time since I have had time to sit down and paw out my thoughts. Actually since before Thanksgiving when Yuki got sick. I love her as she always pets me, gives me treats, and thinks I am handsome, which I am handsome. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know Baby, it has been a long time, almost five months, it is five months this Thursday, and I am so happy that Yuki is much better now and that she can come see us and that she is happy and that spring is here and that the snow is gone and that I have Fancy Feast and that I have my new baby brother Binky to play with and to give a bath. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Binky. I am the new cat on the block, or well in the house and I am just a baby. But I am learning to do all the things that Baby does, which the human mommy does not like and all the things that Babette my big sister does, which everyone thinks is cute. I love to eat everyone’s Fancy Feast and I am getting bigger every day now. But I don’t think I will ever be as big as Baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you mean Binky? As big as me? I am not big! I am  all muscle and actually I have been very patient. Letting two cats come live in my domain. So watch it there little guy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Baby. You are still the top cat. Right Babette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Binky you have so much to learn but I will teach you since I am your big sister. We have to let Baby think he is the top cat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alright both of you, we all have to get along. At least they didn’t get a D-O-G!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meow!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Meow!&lt;/i&gt; Meow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-7813282122544019560?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/7813282122544019560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/7813282122544019560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-cat-here.html' title=''/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-9183432078242444531</id><published>2009-10-02T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:21:09.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an Election Again</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babette the Kitty here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby it is time for an election again. It seems like there is always an election so I decided that I will be a catidate this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really Babette, what are you running for? More Fancy Feast before I get to your dish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Baby I am running for office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good idea. You run for the office and I will shut the door once you get in there and then I won’t have to deal with you all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Baby, not running into the office, running for office. I am a catidate and all the people will vote for me because I am on top of the issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette, I think those are issues of the newspaper that you are on top of. Lying on top of a pile of newspaper issues does not qualify you to be on top of the real issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby these are real issues. And I have tremendous oversight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette, sitting on top of the kitty tower may give you sight over the room but it does not give you oversight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK Baby whatever but I am the cutest catidate and that is why I will win. Cute counts for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meow for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-9183432078242444531?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/9183432078242444531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/9183432078242444531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-election-again.html' title='Time for an Election Again'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-5000140487084149858</id><published>2009-08-01T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:36:55.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babette the Kitty here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its good to be writing again Baby. I like to talk to the people and I have lots and lots and lots of things to say too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Babette you have a lot to say. Maybe you should run for office this fall. All the candidates have a lot to say too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But Baby that is how the people will know who to vote for, if the candidates talk and talk, then the people will know who the candidates are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Babette, but sometimes that’s all they do is talk and then the people vote for them and find out it was all just talk and no action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Baby what do you think? Do you think that words or actions are more important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette being the wise cat that I am, I would have to answer that question with actions. We don’t talk, except to each other and like all the other animals, our actions show people that we love them. Too bad people don’t act more like animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I agree Baby. You are a wise cat, or is it smarty cat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Babette, that’s enough talking for one day. Just act like the sweet kitty that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby can you act nice too? Maybe act like a cat and not like a people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meow for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-5000140487084149858?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/5000140487084149858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/5000140487084149858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-cat-here.html' title=''/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-5093294085116317735</id><published>2009-06-10T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:29:52.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a little girl kitty</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I was braver than you were, so there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette, I do not think you realize what was happening. It is very easy to be brave, when you are unaware of the danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew what was happening. They said on TV that it was severe weather and the sirens were going and the sirens said that there was a tornado and the tornado is really big wind and I don’t like wind anyway because wind makes my fur look funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, well I was brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby brave is not howling like a scared little girl kitty. I did not cry at all. You did all the crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette, I was trying to help you by doing all the crying for both of us. I thought that you were too scared to cry. I was the brave one crying for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I was not scared because I was in my carrier and I was under the sleeping bag and under the pillows and in the basement and the wind or the tornado could not find me because it could not see me and my fur was all nice and flat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Babette, but I know you were scared too. Why did you go running into the closet the minute we came back upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was just seeing what was in the back corner of the closet and it took me a long time to see OK. I was not scared, just looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Babette, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;em&gt;Meow for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-5093294085116317735?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/5093294085116317735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/5093294085116317735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-little-girl-kitty.html' title='Like a little girl kitty'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-435811658324409845</id><published>2009-06-04T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:36:51.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs Rule?</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette, we have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby we have lots of problems but what is the problem right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Babette, there is a saying that Dogs Rule! I don’t agree and I think that we need to get the word out that actually Cats Rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, I think that maybe you are wrong. I think that maybe Dogs do Rule. Did you see the ad that Saira has put in the newspaper this week? Its right here on our page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know she is only taking care of dogs. Maybe she just never thought about walking a cat. If she did, she would find out that we are much more independent and much more able to rule our domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I wish she would come play with me and take me for a walk. I would call her but I don’t know how to use the phone. I just know how to twitter. I have an idea. I will put her on my webpage “Bite and Scratch”. So then maybe she will twitter back to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Baby we need to tell all the dog mommy and daddies to call Saira so she can take care of their doggy children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I suppose so, but maybe just the fact that dogs have to be taken care of should take away their status that Dogs Rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;em&gt;Meow for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-435811658324409845?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/435811658324409845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/435811658324409845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/06/dogs-rule.html' title='Dogs Rule?'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-9179423620593527568</id><published>2009-05-21T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:08:31.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Furever</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby the fireman have a new home. Did you see in the newspaper today? This is good news because the firemen rescue kitties. I know because a fireman rescued me and now I have my furever home furever and furever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Babette you have your furever home for sure. Have you noticed the couches where you sleep all the time? There is your fur furever. Maybe the human Mommy should try using the lint roller right on you instead of the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby that is not very nice. You leave cat hair all over the place. Have you ever looked in the vacuum when the human Mommy vacuums the carpets? Full of gray hair so there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Babette. Also did you notice the front page of the paper today? The fireman have a D-O-G, not kitties, but a D-O-G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I am not going to go to a fire Baby, are you? So let the dogs go with the fireman because dogs are just not that smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;em&gt;Meow for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-9179423620593527568?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/9179423620593527568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/9179423620593527568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-furever.html' title='Home Furever'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-7357583254378052090</id><published>2009-05-14T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:01:51.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster Parents</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I think it is very nice that there are foster parents who take care of children that need a place to stay. I wish that there were foster parents for kitties too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Babette there are foster parents for kitties. Any human mommy and daddy that wants to be a foster parent for kitties should call the Adams County Animal Shelter or the Dumb Friends League. Baby kitties sometimes need a foster home just like humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foster parents are very nice people Baby. If everybody in the world had as much love in their hearts as foster parents do then there would be no problems for any children or any animals too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette that would be nice. But if everybody had that much love in their hearts, then there would be no need for foster homes for anyone. Well I think too that if every human tried to be more like a kitty, take more naps, lie around in the sun, eat a lot, and exercise a lot, they would be more relaxed and could be more loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I agree Baby, humans should act more like kitties. And thank you to all the wonderful foster parents for all that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;em&gt;Meow for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-7357583254378052090?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/7357583254378052090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/7357583254378052090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/05/foster-parents.html' title='Foster Parents'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-1651005219615861914</id><published>2009-05-12T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:03:29.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About New Technology</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby wake up! Why are you always taking a nap? You will never learn all about new technology if you are sleeping all day long. I guess I am just smarter than you and I am younger than you so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Babette, what are you “twittering” about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes Baby I am “twittering”. I am on the internet now and so are you, but I don’t think you know how to get to our website so how would you even know but I am twittering and I have an ad that will help all the homeless kitties and puppies find homes and that is nice of me so there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, our website. I believe that I have ads on my side of the page that are paid ads and that help people with puppy poop and also to help keep dogs and cats healthy. And I don’t need to “twitter”, whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby we need to tell all the people where they can find us. We are at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, and don’t forget to put the dashes in the words or you won’t be at our website, so be very careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you are “twittering” Babette and chasing that little blue twitter bird, do you think that maybe I can get my needed rest around here and have some peace and quiet? I suppose the next thing that you will want is a Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes Baby I will be asking for a Wii for my birthday which is next month and you can’t use it so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. Meow for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-1651005219615861914?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/1651005219615861914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/1651005219615861914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-about-new-technology.html' title='All About New Technology'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-1837388297384386948</id><published>2009-05-01T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:33:36.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby what is global warming? I like to be warm but now its snowing in spring and that is cold and I thought global warming would be warm and not cold so what do you think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think Babette is that I am very tired of not being able to go outside on my walks because of snow in the spring. And yes snow is cold and you maybe should have noticed that over the last four years of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knowwwww that snowwwww is cold Baby! I am talking about global warming and that global warming is making the temperature change to what it is not supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette, need I remind you that you don’t even leave the house most days because you freak out the minute that there is a tiny bit of a breeze because you are afraid of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I am afraid of the wind. It makes my fur all messy and a girl kitty does not want to have a bad hair day Baby. But anyway the temperature keeps changing in the house, it goes from cold to warm to cold to warm and I think that I know what is causing global warming right in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Babette, now you know what causes global warming. What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I know what it is and I will tell you and that is the human mommy and daddy keep going to the little white box on the wall in the hall and they control the temperature in the whole house which is really the whole world almost and if they would stop doing that then we would not ever be too cold or too hot and that would be the end of global warming so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette, Babette, Babette. The box on the wall is a thermostat and yes that controls the temperature in the house. Not the world. And if you would go out more you would see there is more to the world than the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK Baby, I am still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;em&gt;Meow for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-1837388297384386948?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/1837388297384386948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/1837388297384386948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/05/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-4841165236605210703</id><published>2009-04-23T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:14:24.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Volunteers</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby the paper is all about volunteers. They are very nice people to be volunteers. I am a volunteer too Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Babette, how are you a volunteer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well volunteers do nice things that they do not get paid for and I do nice things for hours every day all day long and I don’t get paid for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do Babette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I volunteer to be a pet kitty cat. I have volunteered for this job for over 35,040 hours and that is since I was born.  So I think I should get an award too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Babette you should get an award for being able to meow non stop ever since you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See Baby you are not nice and only nice people and kitties get an award so you won’t ever get one so there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meow for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-4841165236605210703?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/4841165236605210703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/4841165236605210703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-volunteers.html' title='All About Volunteers'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-6783558347983868408</id><published>2009-04-16T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:29:38.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette, I know it’s your birthday. How old did you say you were now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am four, but the human mommy still says that I am her baby kitten. We both have our birthdays in April Baby and that is because I am your baby sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four is not a kitten but whatever. It seems I just had my birthday too, a very important affair to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know Baby and you are nine. Wow, that is not a kitten anymore for sure. What was it like when you were born Baby, what was in the world then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not Babette, when I was born and a little handsome kitten, there was no Elegant Medleys made by Fancy Feast. You would not have been served “White Meat Chicken Florentine In A Delicate Sauce With Garden Greens”. It was just plain old Fancy Feast. And there was no Reunion, we lived in Evergreen. There was no twitter or Youtube or Ustream or 8 gig ram computers or IPhones or Kindle or live streaming police scanners or www.gatewaynews.org, the best place to get your news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no Baby, how did people live? That would be so awful. I am so glad that I am only four years old and that I can twitter. I don’t want to live in a world like that. And I love my Elegant Medleys by Fancy Feast. A lot has changed since you were born Baby. And Happy Birthday to you too Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you to Babette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meow for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-6783558347983868408?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/6783558347983868408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/6783558347983868408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-6313096636803099388</id><published>2009-04-11T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:54:01.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I think we should tell everyone to have a Happy Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Babette, Happy Easter to all of our loyal readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think the Easter Bunny will come and bring us Easter baskets?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so Babette, the Bunny has shown up every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the Easter Bunny in the backyard after the snow melted. He was right under the pine trees and I know it was him because he was a real bunny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Babette if the Easter Bunny is living in our backyard where is he coloring all the Easter eggs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not sure Baby but I don’t care because I don’t like eggs anyway. I just want new toys and maybe some kitty treats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette that is not the true meaning of Easter. The true meaning is about hope and forgiveness and unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I understand Baby but it is fun to get presents too. But it is better to be loving and not be mad at anyone and to be nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Babette that is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter from Baby the Cat and Babette the Kitty. &lt;em&gt;We love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-6313096636803099388?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/6313096636803099388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/6313096636803099388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-3076828254987929228</id><published>2009-04-02T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T03:46:42.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Issues</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I cannot sleep like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean Babette, you cannot sleep???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well Baby it is the smell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What smell Babette? I don’t smell anything. What are you meowing about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the smell of my blanket. I don’t like the smell and every time the human mommy washes my blanket, it smells funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette, that smell is laundry soap and fabric softener. Do I have to teach you everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well the human Mommy washed my blanket because she says that it has kitty hair all over it but it takes me a couple of weeks to get kitty hair all over it and make it just perfect and then she washes it again and makes it smell. How can I make her stop doing this Baby since you know so much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could sleep on the floor. That is actually the best idea I have had. Then I will have lots more room on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nooooo Baby I am not sleeping on the floor. I guess I will just have to learn to try to like the smell because I am sleeping on the bed on my blanket so there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;em&gt;Meow for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-3076828254987929228?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/3076828254987929228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/3076828254987929228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleeping-issues.html' title='Sleeping Issues'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-2508620748994955574</id><published>2009-03-18T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:05:25.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About the Twitter</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby wake up! Why are you always taking a nap? You will never learn all about new technology if you are sleeping all day long. I guess I am just smarter than you and I am younger than you so there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Babette, what are you “twittering” about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes Baby I am “twittering”. I am on the internet now and so are you, but I don’t think you know how to get to our website so how would you even know but I am twittering and I have an ad that will help all the homeless kitties and puppies find homes and that is nice of me so there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, our website. I believe that I have ads on my side of the page that are paid ads and that help people with puppy poop and also to help keep dogs and cats healthy. And I don’t need to “twitter”, whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby we need to tell all the people where they can find us. We are at www.bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com, and don’t forget to put the dashes in the words or you won’t be at our website, so be very careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you are “twittering” Babette and chasing that little blue twitter bird, do you think that maybe I can get my needed rest around here and have some peace and quiet? I suppose the next thing that you will want is a Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes Baby I will be asking for a Wii for my birthday which is next month and you can’t use it so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;em&gt;Meow for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-2508620748994955574?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/2508620748994955574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/2508620748994955574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-about-twitter.html' title='All About the Twitter'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-8321906660654054827</id><published>2009-03-13T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:22:55.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time to Blog</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby wake up now. It’s very exciting. It’s breaking news. It’s time to twitter. Do you hear the police scanner? Shots fired. I’m scared but everyone seems very excited. Get your laptop and your camera Baby. We need to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette you are always waking me up from my nap with something that you think is important. What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is real breaking news Baby. Some very bad men stole a car and wrecked it and then tried to steal another car and they had guns and then the policemen who serve and protect us stopped them by shooting them and they are in the hospital and this all happened while you were asleep. It’s already been twittered on the blog and we are putting the video up right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Babette, so it’s over and now can I go back to sleep? It seems so last minute now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think we should have our own blogs Baby and we could both twitter. I love the little blue twitter bird. And if we had our own blogs we could get our own ads and help keep the paper in business and we could pull our own weight. Fancy Feast is expensive you know and we eat pounds and pounds of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette I know you are younger than me but what is “twitter” and what is a “blog”?&lt;br /&gt;Is this something to eat, a blog? I could play with a little blue “twitter” bird, sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby a blog is where you write your thoughts and your ideas and twittering is just a short version of what you think. Maybe you couldn’t pull your own weight anyway because you are bigger than me but maybe you could sell ads if you woke up and came down to the office once in awhile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette I need my sleep and I do like the idea of the baby blue twitter bird and actually people should listen to my ideas as I know more than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK Baby whatever you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;em&gt;Meow for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-8321906660654054827?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/8321906660654054827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/8321906660654054827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-to-blog_13.html' title='A Time to Blog'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-2573445873440051082</id><published>2009-03-13T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:32:51.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agenda</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby you are supposed to be nice all year long or you won’t get any presents when it is time for Christmas again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Babette, I am being nice so I am not too sure what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well Baby I heard you say to the human Daddy before he went outside to fill the bird feeder to feed all the baby birds I heard you say that he should just let the baby birds all come inside the house and then feed the baby birds inside the house and just leave the food inside. I don’t think that is very nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is not nice about that Babette? Then the human Daddy does not have to go outside and he does not have to fill the bird feeder. Much easier to have the birds just come inside, don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I learned a new word this week and that word is “agenda” and now I know what “agenda” means and that means that you have an agenda about the baby birds and that is not very nice Baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think my agenda is Babette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that your agenda is to have the baby birds inside so you can be mean to them. I see how you look at them when you look outside the window at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about the ease of feeding them inside, I have no hidden agenda Babette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby there are a lot of elections this fall for city council and mayor and school board. Since you sound like a politician maybe you should run for office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good idea, good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;em&gt;Meow for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-2573445873440051082?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/2573445873440051082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/2573445873440051082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/03/agenda.html' title='Agenda'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771154741178143567.post-7011221993847283955</id><published>2009-03-13T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:33:15.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>Baby the Cat here. &lt;em&gt;Babette the Kitty here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby why are all the humans always trying to lose weight? I was watching the TV and there are lots of ads about what they should eat and how to exercise and what to do and what not to do. I am confused by all of this. Because I don’t have any problem. I am just the right cuddly size at ten pounds and I don’t get any bigger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Babette, you did get bigger. When you first arrived as my apprentice, much to my chagrin, you were a mere baby kitten. I believe you weighed about three pounds, so yes you are bigger. It is all the Fancy Feast and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I exercise and also I am your baby sister so there. I run all over the house and up and down the stairs and climb all over the furniture and have to run away from you when you chase me too and that is mean and I will tell and you will be in trouble. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the issue at hand, you did get bigger because of all the Fancy Feast Babette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that all humans should eat Fancy Feast because then they would not have to worry about losing weight. I did eat a lot of Fancy Feast and I only weight ten pounds Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you figure Babette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I am almost four years old so that means that I am one thousand, four hundred, sixty days old and I eat two cans of Fancy Feast a day and that means I ate two thousand, nine hundred, twenty cans of Fancy Feast total and five cans equals one pound so that means I should be five hundred and eighty four pounds big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Babette! Fancy Feast is actually diet food. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I have a question. Why aren’t I that big? Is it because it really is diet food and I didn’t know it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babette, check out the litter box ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby you are so gross and that is because you are a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. &lt;em&gt;Meow for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771154741178143567-7011221993847283955?l=bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/7011221993847283955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771154741178143567/posts/default/7011221993847283955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bite-and-scratch.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>gatewaynews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16927162692831819846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUti3MvuOaI/SnyXHFL7ELI/AAAAAAAABGg/zpalwedaazw/S220/new+julyweb.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
