<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011</id><updated>2009-12-12T06:12:45.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbie The Cat Has A Posse</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi my name is Abbie and I am a cat and I am writing all about me and the other cat and the people in this place.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-5212889439831140927</id><published>2009-11-26T18:38:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:57:14.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THis being THanksgiving and all I know that i amsure thankful for a lot of thigns&lt;br /&gt;first you know the man they call troublemaker sam&lt;br /&gt;well he helped me out with my Hair Styilng&lt;br /&gt;oha nd that girl she helped out too&lt;br /&gt;and now i am SLeeker than ever and you cannot ever say oh hey there goes abbie the walking throw rug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is good for now it is colder and I shall be growing a new rug as They say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I thought I should tkae the time and tell you all about Thanks giving because it is a very good time aorund here when it happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all goes back to a very long time ago ah wen there these cats they called pilgrims &lt;br /&gt;they were Making a Pilgrimation from the land across the ocean to over here, which is across the ocean from oer there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked it up on GOggle maps it is all true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they Settled down and called the place NEw England so that nobody would confuse it with Regular England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and things were going okay for a while&lt;br /&gt;they were doing pretty good for themselves&lt;br /&gt;but then when winter came oh brother was It a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;dont ever do that if you have a chance by the wya&lt;br /&gt;if someone comes up to you and says Hey buddy wanna go to the New World and spend a winter there&lt;br /&gt;say No thank you I shall wait until after you have your Revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so undersatndably when the time came for the next winter to roll around these cats were Pretty worried&lt;br /&gt;but then they got to tlaking with the Cats who had ALready Been Living there&lt;br /&gt;these cats by the way&lt;br /&gt;i gotta say&lt;br /&gt;they get the Short end of the stick by the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;I mean really unfair&lt;br /&gt;It's like when they put you in a SMall room and say&lt;br /&gt;oh Sorry Abbie but we have to use the dining room right now&lt;br /&gt;this fine sushi dinner just Isnt for the lieks of YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now take that&lt;br /&gt;and make it like a Million times even MOre unfair&lt;br /&gt;thats those cats&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;unliike Yours Truley&lt;br /&gt;they werent even doing anything Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but back in the Piligrims days these cats were doing pretty good for themselves&lt;br /&gt;they had COrn&lt;br /&gt;and it was called Maize&lt;br /&gt;but you could say corn if you wanted to&lt;br /&gt;and they said hey New Cats on the block&lt;br /&gt;here's maize which we think you will really like&lt;br /&gt;and when you Grow it then you can make all kinds of food&lt;br /&gt;and grow some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needles to say this made the pilgirms very happy&lt;br /&gt;as well as my ancestor Restaurant joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember Restauarnt joe&lt;br /&gt;theres a song about restauarnt joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway in those days he was known as Elder Restaurant JOseph&lt;br /&gt;I looked it up&lt;br /&gt;but I am going to still just call him Rest Joe from now on becaus the last time I told you about him I got REAlly SIck and tired of writing it aLL THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Rest Joe he was part of the Pilgrimings and he piped up and he said well you know I have been wanting to make some fine food for everybodyt for a long time now only we have been running low on every ingredient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I bet that if we took what we got and shared it what with the Cats over there&lt;br /&gt;and use their maize corn too&lt;br /&gt;we can have our selves a feastt that cant be beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats just what they did, everybody got together and I guess they used a big kitchen&lt;br /&gt;and Rest Joe made all his favrite Specialties&lt;br /&gt;when you asked him if something was on the menu he said it is now&lt;br /&gt;and the other cats they stopped by and made their own stuff and stuffing&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty wild&lt;br /&gt;I bet they even had turnips&lt;br /&gt;Because they had a song about the meal&lt;br /&gt;and it went you can get anything you want at restaurant joe's restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Except for the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards when they were all full everybdoy took a nap&lt;br /&gt;but not before rest joe tapped his fork to his mug and said&lt;br /&gt;okay I want to thank everybody who came out and did their thing&lt;br /&gt;and helped put a lot of food on the table&lt;br /&gt;and I want to thank the other cats because they saw we Were in a FIx&lt;br /&gt;and there's a lot of other things to thank&lt;br /&gt;and I Bet you have a few in  your life too&lt;br /&gt;so think about that for a bit&lt;br /&gt;and then you can take a Nap because I know I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they slept for quit ea while and then they got up and ran around batting small rocks in to the goals&lt;br /&gt;all in all not bad a holiday for a first try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I Am awriting all this cause I got my own turkey dinner tonight&lt;br /&gt;WIth all the trimmings Thankyou very Much&lt;br /&gt;and that's a lot to be thankful for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I am oging to take a nap&lt;br /&gt;the batting of the small rocks shall commence at oh 3:30 this A M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-3095657649983939848</id><published>2009-08-15T20:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:20:10.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the Sqiurells are here again and boy are they ROwdy&lt;br /&gt;I dont suppose you know that squirels are very lively&lt;br /&gt;yes sometimes they are very entertaing and other times quite annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I Am bored it is time to watch the squirels eating&lt;br /&gt;and so they put a little bowl on the porch&lt;br /&gt;and inside the BOwl they put stuff that squrirels like to eat&lt;br /&gt;like stuff I wont eat&lt;br /&gt;and then the squirrels come and its a squirrel party for sure&lt;br /&gt;then the food is gone and they go away&lt;br /&gt;be with us next time for more of the squirrel show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last night they got very carried away&lt;br /&gt;I woudl not be surprised if they had gotten into some bad acorns&lt;br /&gt;for they were very bad nuts&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing I say you are partying too hard&lt;br /&gt;no we are not says the squirrel we are having fun and whats wrong with that bud&lt;br /&gt;if this screen werent here says I you would all not be having a party right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on fellas said the squirrel this aint no place for the likes of us&lt;br /&gt;in fact all i sees here is one big square&lt;br /&gt;and thats when the squirels broke the bowl&lt;br /&gt;they tore up the little green bowl&lt;br /&gt;and off they ran with little green pieces of plastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;if thereis no bowl then where do you put the food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something tels me these squirels just partied themselves out of free meals&lt;br /&gt;and the squirrel show has been cancelled&lt;br /&gt;fame as They say is Fleeting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-3095657649983939848?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3095657649983939848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=3095657649983939848' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/3095657649983939848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/3095657649983939848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/sqiurells-are-here-again-and-boy-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-8409548039799691765</id><published>2009-04-22T22:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:08:22.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it IS sprting cleaning&lt;br /&gt;I got springed&lt;br /&gt;and cleaned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun to play in the water&lt;br /&gt;he put me in a tub that is&lt;br /&gt;it is a blig blue tub&lt;br /&gt;that is MY TUB&lt;br /&gt;well I dont see anyone else using it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd now I look poisitively svelte&lt;br /&gt;whatkind of word is svelte&lt;br /&gt;it looks wrong&lt;br /&gt;you just mash keys on thekeyboard thats how you get that word&lt;br /&gt;I could do it with my eyes closd&lt;br /&gt;svlet&lt;br /&gt;how did I Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the By&lt;br /&gt;whats lavedner and why do theys ay I smell like it&lt;br /&gt;I smell like me but without the dust fromunder the bed&lt;br /&gt;time to goet more dust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-8409548039799691765?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8409548039799691765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=8409548039799691765' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/8409548039799691765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/8409548039799691765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-sprting-cleaning-i-got-springed.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-8587070212380012900</id><published>2009-02-01T14:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:24:00.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a poll recently&lt;br /&gt;whiche was best&lt;br /&gt;breakfast&lt;br /&gt;lunch&lt;br /&gt;dinner&lt;br /&gt;(or supper if you say that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the poll would not pick lunch to win&lt;br /&gt;it is not that we do not give this meal respect&lt;br /&gt;it is ujust that lunch is not very INspiring when it comes to eating&lt;br /&gt;there is your sandwich&lt;br /&gt;eat it&lt;br /&gt;if you don't then I will eat it&lt;br /&gt;but look &lt;br /&gt;I am not enjoying it as much as I cCOuld be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast on the other hand is great&lt;br /&gt;it is the greateast of all possible meals&lt;br /&gt;now dont you think that it is only for the morning&lt;br /&gt;you can have breafkfast after you have woken up&lt;br /&gt;at any time of day&lt;br /&gt;if it was only for the morning then we awoudl call it MOrning somehting&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what we could call it&lt;br /&gt;since we dont call it that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you are breaking&lt;br /&gt;and you are dOing it fast&lt;br /&gt;so that is the meal name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of breakfast is the bacon&lt;br /&gt;people who eat becon like it&lt;br /&gt;around here there is a rule you see&lt;br /&gt;oh this bacon was cooked too crispy someone says&lt;br /&gt;i will instead give it to the cat cmere cat&lt;br /&gt;as a resulte I have become quite fond of crsipy bacon&lt;br /&gt;the crispyer the better&lt;br /&gt;now ehere is a secret you will not be Told by anyone else&lt;br /&gt;baconc gets crispy if you cook it for long&lt;br /&gt;so I watned to make sure the bacon would be perfect for the cat&lt;br /&gt;so when it was cooking&lt;br /&gt;there were diversions&lt;br /&gt;oh cat theys aid&lt;br /&gt;get down from there&lt;br /&gt;abbie stop doing that you are going carazy and it isnt even crazy time&lt;br /&gt;abbie quit singing youll have some bacon soon enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is my crowning achievement&lt;br /&gt;look at that&lt;br /&gt;the bacon has been cooked too long and now all of it is cripsy&lt;br /&gt;what do we do&lt;br /&gt;give it to the cat says I&lt;br /&gt;that is the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well someone says&lt;br /&gt;we can crumble it up and putit in the omelets&lt;br /&gt;waste not want what not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a happy Endign&lt;br /&gt;we better be sure to save a piece for the cat they say&lt;br /&gt;so there was bacon in the omelets&lt;br /&gt;and bacon in the cat&lt;br /&gt;and that is my story for ytoday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for recirpes please go to a recipe site&lt;br /&gt;there you will leran how to cook bacons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-8587070212380012900?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8587070212380012900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=8587070212380012900' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/8587070212380012900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/8587070212380012900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-took-poll-recently-whiche-was-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-5930072482696981059</id><published>2009-01-25T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:07:14.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONCe upon  time there was a bvery smar tman&lt;br /&gt;he didnt live here&lt;br /&gt;and he said the folowing about dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said&lt;br /&gt;some people have meat but they canot eat it&lt;br /&gt;I am guesing he meant vegerterins here&lt;br /&gt;I knew one and she was very kind to me&lt;br /&gt;mostly because I never pestered her for food&lt;br /&gt;much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someetimes tofu can be good to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also said&lt;br /&gt;some peoplw oudl eat food if only they had it&lt;br /&gt;that sounds like me to a T&lt;br /&gt;where is food&lt;br /&gt;there is a cat&lt;br /&gt;the food isnt there for much longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he said&lt;br /&gt;but We have meat and we can also eat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he agreed because then he said&lt;br /&gt;and we should be very vthankful for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Was tjust thinking abotu this earlier when I had my supper&lt;br /&gt;it is all very true&lt;br /&gt;if you have your food and can eat it&lt;br /&gt;like you have teeth&lt;br /&gt;then be thankful and say it a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is cooking in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;I amgoing to find more reasons to be thankful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-5930072482696981059?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5930072482696981059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=5930072482696981059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/5930072482696981059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/5930072482696981059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-upon-time-there-was-bvery-smar.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-7449524903924029908</id><published>2008-12-28T23:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:16:27.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOw that there is a moment I can tell you about a handy hint for watching TV&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves to watch telvision&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes when you are wathcing and you really like it&lt;br /&gt;SOmeone changes the channel&lt;br /&gt;but wait I was watcing that and it was JUst getting interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next time that happens to you here is what you do&lt;br /&gt;I mean you have to do this Before it happens to you&lt;br /&gt;outherwise it just doesnt quite work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO there you are on the couch (ps you are a cat)&lt;br /&gt;and you are watching television happily&lt;br /&gt;and then the announcer comes on and says next up we will show you how bottlecaps are made&lt;br /&gt;and you think Well this will be very intriguing&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to know this&lt;br /&gt;but then someone on the couch says "time to change the cahnnel"&lt;br /&gt;NO IT IS NOT&lt;br /&gt;here is what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;right on their lap or on their legs or howveer they are sitting&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP ON THEM&lt;br /&gt;and be sure to look extra comfortable and happy&lt;br /&gt;EVen if it is not quite the most comfortable place ever&lt;br /&gt;one time I fell asleep on a shoe&lt;br /&gt;I do not recomend it unless you like shoes&lt;br /&gt;anyway now you are happy and alseep&lt;br /&gt;and they will say wait I cant get up to change the channel because the cat is so happy and peaceful I do not want to disturb it&lt;br /&gt;wait I will use the remote&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;br /&gt;IU forgot to mention&lt;br /&gt;before you do allthis&lt;br /&gt;be sure to hide the remote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now &lt;br /&gt;if you have done everything then you can enjoy what you want to watch&lt;br /&gt;just kind of move your head towars the television set&lt;br /&gt;and watch through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;dont forget you have to pretend you are still asleep&lt;br /&gt;but if you have come this far then that is easy as pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something SMall on the table&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go knock it off&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-7449524903924029908?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-5229758105136943929</id><published>2008-12-15T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:33:23.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at home&lt;br /&gt;I was napping upstairs and the guy was napping so there was a nap&lt;br /&gt;then I got up and said Im hungry and went downstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downstairs theother guy was doing something in the living room&lt;br /&gt;he is what you would calla Troubleamaker&lt;br /&gt;he somestimes says hello abbie you are a cat&lt;br /&gt;and I say yes and hes ays oh good just reminding you of your place in the world&lt;br /&gt;gee thanks for that reminder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ahs also puled stunts like this&lt;br /&gt;hello abbie he says come over here&lt;br /&gt;okay says I this is fun&lt;br /&gt;then he says I am going to put water onyour head&lt;br /&gt;contrararty to what other  cats think, I dont mind water all that muhc&lt;br /&gt;in the summertime theres nothing better to keep you cool&lt;br /&gt;if you have long hair and you dont want to shave it all off&lt;br /&gt;because then you woould look like a FOol&lt;br /&gt;the girl was tehre too, she was fully involved in this i want the record to show&lt;br /&gt;then he ocmbs me when my hair si well and duly wet&lt;br /&gt;and says there, Now you have a mohawk&lt;br /&gt;I am not as thirlled as all that with these turns of events&lt;br /&gt;then the guy comesdown stairs and says hey who gave the cat a wethead&lt;br /&gt;dont look at me, try those poeple over there who cant stop giggling&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile I am goign to go over and search the trashcans to find my dignity&lt;br /&gt;it might be hinidg in there&lt;br /&gt;and food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there he was troublemaker sam (taht is not his real name) &lt;br /&gt;and he had a camera looking out the window&lt;br /&gt;at squirrels&lt;br /&gt;there is a window out there&lt;br /&gt;and on the other side is a bowl&lt;br /&gt;and in the bowl you put in things you think squirels would like to eat&lt;br /&gt;and then they come by and you Obnserve them&lt;br /&gt;it is very convenient you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looka t that i say he is making the squirrel show, everybody watch thesquirel show&lt;br /&gt;i cant see the squirrel&lt;br /&gt;move the camera&lt;br /&gt;I Want to see the squirrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventualy I decided that the squirrel show has been cacenceld, it had bad ratings, because only one camera was wathching it and no cats were&lt;br /&gt;so I stepped in to help and the squirrel show becames the ABbie show&lt;br /&gt;starring ABbie&lt;br /&gt;heres the theme&lt;br /&gt;it's the abbbie show, the abbie show&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants to watch the abbie show&lt;br /&gt;(the Insturments go crazy here with lots of music)&lt;br /&gt;there'll be ME abbie here and maybe I will do stuff&lt;br /&gt;or just eat and fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;only on the ab&lt;br /&gt;bie&lt;br /&gt;shoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays episode of the abbie show is Abbie watches squirels&lt;br /&gt;it is called THe ONe where Abbie watches the squirrels&lt;br /&gt;and you can see it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEcpIwf2-mY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEcpIwf2-mY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;critics have called the makers of the abbie SHow to task for putting telvevision personaility over storylines&lt;br /&gt;and they say the abbie hsow is very little on plot&lt;br /&gt;pah i say in response this is an atmospheric show if you want a story go over and watch the story show&lt;br /&gt;here on this show things are simple&lt;br /&gt;there are squirrels&lt;br /&gt;ME abbie watches squirrels&lt;br /&gt;then I go do something else&lt;br /&gt;thats a good enough story for me today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-5229758105136943929?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5229758105136943929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=5229758105136943929' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/5229758105136943929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/5229758105136943929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-at-home-i-was-napping-upstairs.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-6958867364537744670</id><published>2008-12-02T07:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:19:49.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well ther ewas GReat excitement yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I had wona amajor award or something&lt;br /&gt;they said Hey abbie you are officialy the Sassiest cat of the year&lt;br /&gt;in this house at least&lt;br /&gt;and therefor you will get a nice Helping of tuna fish right here inyour bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray says I for it is always a good day when that happens&lt;br /&gt;and whatdyou know but there was asome fish in my bowl&lt;br /&gt;I ate it very quickly&lt;br /&gt;it is a rule you know&lt;br /&gt;eat as fast as ye can the rule says&lt;br /&gt;for all you know it could turn out to be an illusion&lt;br /&gt;LIke in the desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ten seconds later the tuna was gone&lt;br /&gt;well not rteally gone&lt;br /&gt;I knew where it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything was Fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is another rule that I forgot&lt;br /&gt;it says But Dont eat so FAST or else Urp&lt;br /&gt;and thats what happened&lt;br /&gt;Urp&lt;br /&gt;there was no more tuna in the bowl&lt;br /&gt;but there was tuna on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at it&lt;br /&gt;and i Looked around&lt;br /&gt;nobody had seen it happen&lt;br /&gt;so I had a little CHeck&lt;br /&gt;it was tasty the first time&lt;br /&gt;and it was tasty the second time&lt;br /&gt;so lets dig in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you never heard such a hue and cry in your life&lt;br /&gt;hey Abbie what are you doing&lt;br /&gt;oh for gods sake cat&lt;br /&gt;someone disttract him while I get the paper towels &lt;br /&gt;use the shiny thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywya they took away my Major award&lt;br /&gt;and I a m rightly miffed&lt;br /&gt;they gave it to tme&lt;br /&gt;it was MIne&lt;br /&gt;and I should be able to Do with it as I please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-6958867364537744670?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6958867364537744670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=6958867364537744670' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/6958867364537744670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/6958867364537744670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-ther-ewas-great-excitement.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-6198659396511341613</id><published>2008-10-12T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:06:01.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEll well WELL&lt;br /&gt;ANda gain I say WELL&lt;br /&gt;let me tell YOu a story&lt;br /&gt;I mean it its a real story all right&lt;br /&gt;it all has to do with bloger&lt;br /&gt;and I am not very pleased with them at this time and date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sitting here tfor days on end&lt;br /&gt;trying to put in my name and pasoword&lt;br /&gt;and the internet mocks me&lt;br /&gt;"forgot you r password?" it says&lt;br /&gt;in BLue&lt;br /&gt;so naturaly I remember my passowrd so I type NO I KNOW IT&lt;br /&gt;and it says "forgot your password?" &lt;br /&gt;and I type in NO ID DIDNT FORGET YOU ARE JUST MAKING ME LOSE MY CONCENTRATION&lt;br /&gt;and then it says "forgot your password?"again&lt;br /&gt;blue and under lined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt forget it &lt;br /&gt;I had remembered it all along&lt;br /&gt;but I think the computer wants me to play&lt;br /&gt;its little game&lt;br /&gt;so I type in YES OKAY MAY BE I DID FORGET IT WHATARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT HUH&lt;br /&gt;and it says "forgot your password?"&lt;br /&gt;and I say a very bad word out loud&lt;br /&gt;hush you didnt hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point naturaly I am very veyr cross&lt;br /&gt;and I hit any old button&lt;br /&gt;I hit them all&lt;br /&gt;had a grand old time too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the web says "if you have forgoten your password we will Send it to tyou"&lt;br /&gt;and I say hurray for science&lt;br /&gt;I still dont know which button did it&lt;br /&gt;so there is taht and the computer whirrs and then it goes&lt;br /&gt;"okay we sent your pasowrd to this email addess"&lt;br /&gt;so I go to that email adress&lt;br /&gt;and wouldnt you know it&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT THAT PASSWORD TOO&lt;br /&gt;you can see I am anoyed because of all the capital letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then along came a very smart &lt;br /&gt;bug&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe it wasnt a bug maybe it was someone&lt;br /&gt;and they said oh abbie you are useing the wrong internet button&lt;br /&gt;here try this one here&lt;br /&gt;it is another button on the screen click that one not this one&lt;br /&gt;so I put my user and pasword into the new button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;the computer turns into mr nice guy&lt;br /&gt;oh waelcome back to the wornderful world of the blogging it says&lt;br /&gt;can I get you anything it asks perhaps a drink of water or a nice piece of fish&lt;br /&gt;i shall sound the trumptets and lead the parade&lt;br /&gt;pshaw i say You are a Bad computer and took up all this time annoying me&lt;br /&gt;oh no it says that was the other internet button I am the good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I have a new collar and nametag&lt;br /&gt;it says ME ABBIE on it&lt;br /&gt;so I know it's me&lt;br /&gt;other than that I Forgot what I was going tosay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-6198659396511341613?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6198659396511341613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=6198659396511341613' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/6198659396511341613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/6198659396511341613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-well-well-anda-gain-i-say-well-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-1778212341085493631</id><published>2008-02-21T00:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T01:27:04.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got great news to report; Abbie is back home safe where he belongs and slightly no worse for the wear.  A neighbor saw our flyers and called when she spotted "definitely a large" tuxedo cat in her backyard chasing a squirrel; she was pretty sure the cat had spent at least one night in her garage as well.  I wasn't home from work at the time but my housemate Tracy was, and dashed out to find Abbie already on the move towards another neighbor's house.  Though he appeared to be Very Wary of everyone and everything, Abbie eventually recognized Tracy and allowed himself to be picked up and escorted back inside where he should have been all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he did when he got in was run to where his food dish should've been (it was in the back room serving as bait for the House Trap) and complained loudly.  This was pretty much the first indicator that he was going to be all right.  After wolfing down a great deal of wet food he went around looking for me -- checking my room, my office chair, all over.  When I finally did get home he ran right up and started telling me all about things while I picked him up and gave him a big hug (and checked for injuries and whatnot at the same time.)  Since then he's hardly left my side while I'm home, and has decided that lap-sitting is a really great thing, especially when the lap belongs to someone hard at work.  (He's a dear but it's sometimes hard to type around him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd lost about 5 pounds in his week-plus outdoors, but has quickly begun to regain that.  He had no scars or wounds that I could find, and he wasn't limping or favoring a paw.  I took him to the vet to get him checked out.  He came out of it with all his shots up-to-date and his claws clipped; he threw a fit when the vet tried to look at his teeth so we wisely decided to leave the microchipping (which involves a larger needle than the vaccinations) for a dental appointment, when he goes under and won't be in any position to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely grateful for all the help I received from my housemates, friends, online acquaintances, and random strangers both local and far away.  I had the flu during a major part of Abbie's absence, and Tracy spearheaded the operation quite ably, getting folks out to flyer and search the neighborhood any time I got a call from someone who thought they'd seen a huge black-and-white monstrosity terrorizing squirrels. People searched for Abbie in other time zones just to check.  It was quite inspiring, and I'd like to thank everybody who did anything to help, even if it was just thinking a kind thought for the cat while he was out having his outdoor adventure (and worrying me sick).  This fellow really &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; have a posse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he'll be around sooner or later to tell you his side of things, but if he starts bragging about how he bravely marched to fight the neighborhood dogs or something, you might want to take it with a grain of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-1778212341085493631?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1778212341085493631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=1778212341085493631' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/1778212341085493631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/1778212341085493631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-there-ive-got-great-news-to-report.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-151280185077500698</id><published>2008-02-06T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:39:38.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there.  Might as well take a moment to introduce myself: Hi, I'm Rob.  The Guy.  The one who gives Abbie the access to the computer and lets him bang on the keys whenever he feels like it.  When we started this blog seven years ago I made it a point not to actually post to it myself; I wanted to let Abbie do the talking.  Sometimes, though, Abbie couldn't be around, so his sister Martha was able to write in his place.  Unfortunately Martha's no longer with us, and we have no other animals in this house, so I figured I would be the one to step up and say what needs to be said.  I always knew I'd have to break the fourth wall one day, but at least the reason why I &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; I'd have to isn't the reason why I'm posting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm posting right now is because Abbie the Cat has gone missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a story, and it isn't a setup for me to start talking about pirates; it's for real.  I last saw him Sunday morning, February 3, as I was getting ready to go to work.  When I came back home, he didn't immediately run to greet me (and he often does; he's very dog-like in that fashion) but I saw nothing wrong there.  Sometimes when I come home he's asleep upstairs or on the papasan or in the kitchen trying to wheedle some food out of one of my housemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hadn't seen him when I went to bed, but I still thought he was probably downstairs on the papasan or in the TV room or wherever else he likes to curl up.  The next morning, however, he didn't greet me as he usually does.  Let me tell you a bit about Abbie that he may not admit to: he's a small dog in cat form.  He follows me around the house when I'm home, he does the running-to-greet-me thing, and he plays a mean game of fetch when he's up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also is extremely given to ritual. You may know what it's like to have a Ritual. Abbie sleeps by my feet at night, wakes up when I do, stands outside the bathroom door while I get ready for work, and demands to be let in as soon as he hears the shower stop.  So as to not wake the housemates I usually concede to his demands and let him into the bathroom, whereupon he strides in, makes sure everything is where it should be, and then struts out.  Total elapsed time of inspection: 30 seconds.  He then accompanies me back to the bedroom where he either plops his furry butt down right where I need to be, or else he sits on the good pair of pants I'd laid out on the bed for that morning.  He follows me downstairs as I get ready to go, and I make sure his bowls are full and he wanders off somewhere as soon as I head for the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't around on Monday morning.  At that point I knew something was up.  Before I left for work I checked all the closed doors that Abbie may have inadvertently found himself behind: our back staircase, the downstairs bathroom, the hall closet, but he was nowhere to be seen. I got worried that he may have gotten out the door when someone left it open briefly; he's strictly indoors but occasionally gets a bit of wanderlust.  I checked under our porches, in our bushes, out in the backyard, in the unused garage (whoa, a lotta junk there) and around the area.  He was nowhere to be seen but one of the orange tabby Fagin cats was hanging around, and didn't like my presence one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemates and I scoured the house later on to see if he'd found some new and crazy place to hide.  We couldn't find him.  At this point I made notices online to friends and locals, and have been rewarded thus far with several people who've had sightings.  We've printed out fliers by the score and have posted them all around, especially where people have said they've seen a very big tuxedo cat.  (Coincidentally enough, there's &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; missing fat tuxedo cat on the other side of town.  That cat is named Phil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been speaking with local vets, our city's animal control department, anybody I can think of who may have stray cats brought in to them.  So far nothing's turned up, but with the news of Fat Tuxedo Cat sightings, my housemate (who's made up a Dragnet-style map with "pushpins" regarding sightings, flier locations, and streets we've searched) we think we know where he may be lurking about.  Indoor cats who escape often are bewildered and frightened by the outside world and, especially if they are not good at confrontation with strange cats (such as, say, that orange tabby bully in my backyard) will find a place to hide completely.  It's very likely Abbie is quite close to home, but in hiding.  However, given the reports we've gotten from around the area, he is at least out and about during the daytime -- sitting on a porch, meeting people on sidewalks, making friends as he always does.  (He is very friendly and relaxed around people, which is good.)  So it's also likely someone may have taken him in as a stray.  It's clear that he's well-fed, however, so I am sure whoever knows cats will know he's somebody's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie is not collared, tagged, or microchipped.  This presents a problem, and a lesson hard learned.  I'd say "don't make the same mistake I done did" but I don't wish to lecture you.  I do know that once he's recovered, he's going to have positive identification wherever he goes. (Of course, the first challenge will come in making him wear him a collar; if a 20-pound cat doesn't want to do something he &lt;i&gt;won't&lt;/i&gt; do it.)  We can't leave food out on the porch for him to find as the Fagin cats will come and steal it all, but I have left some of my clothes out on the porch; clothes he likes to sleep on.  Hopefully his nose will help.  I've also been walking up and down our nearby streets jingling my house keys in my hand, as it's a sound he knows very well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in or around the Davis Square neighborhood of Somerville, Mass, or you know someone who does, please keep an eye out for the humongous black-and-white cat with the large paws and big bright eyes.  If you spot him, please let me know; you can write to abbie@spatch.net or comment to this entry.  If you take him in or you know someone who took a stray tuxedo cat in, please let me know.  He's a wonderful cat, but I think you already knew that.  He's been a part of my life for nearly eleven years now.  I miss my buddy terribly and I want him back; I want him back and warm and full of food and comfortable again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-151280185077500698?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/151280185077500698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=151280185077500698' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/151280185077500698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/151280185077500698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-5406946439701784539</id><published>2007-12-19T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:49:43.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEll there is finlaly snow here on the ground&lt;br /&gt;and you know what that means&lt;br /&gt;that means it is the time of year where we have holidays&lt;br /&gt;The pourpose of the holidays is to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;celebrat what you may ask&lt;br /&gt;the answer is SImple&lt;br /&gt;you celebrate snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw at htis point I should like to tell you about a cousin of mine&lt;br /&gt;who invented holidays&lt;br /&gt;and I should also point out that when I say cousin I mean it&lt;br /&gt;even though I never met the fellow FOr he lived a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;but all cats are related you see&lt;br /&gt;big small tall gray or with no tails&lt;br /&gt;all cats are members of the same famly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;execpt the saber toothtigers&lt;br /&gt;we had to kick them out of the family&lt;br /&gt;they were the black sheep of the family you you see&lt;br /&gt;If by mblack you mean balck and orange striped&lt;br /&gt;adn by sheep you mean cats with fangs where their teeth should be&lt;br /&gt;they were no good&lt;br /&gt;and if you read your history you know full well They came to a Bad END&lt;br /&gt;thats all I am going ot say about THEM&lt;br /&gt;hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it cameto pass that I had a cousin and his name was Restauarnt Joe&lt;br /&gt;now you may think that is an odd name for a cat&lt;br /&gt;well it is&lt;br /&gt;bnut I'm not making this stuff up here&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant JOe was a great cat and everybody liked him&lt;br /&gt;becuase if you were hungry and wanted food you knew right where to go&lt;br /&gt;you went to REstuarnt Joe&lt;br /&gt;and he would say Well hello come on in sit on down lets get this meal started&lt;br /&gt;and before you know it you had eaten your fill&lt;br /&gt;and it was really good food too&lt;br /&gt;so good you burped&lt;br /&gt;that pleased restaurant joe and hed say come back again real soon&lt;br /&gt;and be sure to bring your appetites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can probably tell that REstuarnant Joe was not a regular kind of cat&lt;br /&gt;well he wasnt&lt;br /&gt;for one who ever heard of a cat giving away food&lt;br /&gt;seriously that is just un heard of&lt;br /&gt;and thats what everybody thought too&lt;br /&gt;cause they said hey reastaurant Joe&lt;br /&gt;How come you're giving away all this food&lt;br /&gt;and he srhugged and licked his paw and dragged it over his head&lt;br /&gt;and he said cause thats just the way I am baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not jst make up the part where he said baby&lt;br /&gt;I told you he was cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but stil everybody was skeptical as well they should be&lt;br /&gt;they said hey rest. joe&lt;br /&gt;(I am ssaying rest. joe from now on because I am sick of typing resturant joe)&lt;br /&gt;they said hey rest. joe surely you must want SOmething for giving away all this food&lt;br /&gt;and rest. joe said no not really&lt;br /&gt;and they said surely there is someing you would like in exchange&lt;br /&gt;and he said not really&lt;br /&gt;and they said surely again&lt;br /&gt;and he said well okay There is something I like&lt;br /&gt;and they said what is it you like&lt;br /&gt;and he said Socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everybody said okay when we come voer to visit and eat your delicioius food we are going to Give you socks&lt;br /&gt;he said oh no my house is too small &lt;br /&gt;just one sock will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even then he continued&lt;br /&gt;MAybe you could only do that once a year&lt;br /&gt;I only have four paws and I Dont need all that many socks&lt;br /&gt;and I may be restaurnt joe but Im not laundromat joe okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine said the people after sighing&lt;br /&gt;we wil only bring one sock once a year&lt;br /&gt;and restaurant joe said Im also very particular about my socks&lt;br /&gt;I dont want argyle or blue&lt;br /&gt;so howzabout you just put the socks up somewhere I can see them&lt;br /&gt;and if I like one I will take one&lt;br /&gt;okay said everybody lets go put our socks up by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;cats like fireplaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once a year when the snow came down all the people would put their socks up by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;and they put candls in their windows and color lights outside so that Restuarnt Joe would know where to look&lt;br /&gt;and fake deer that werent made out of deer they were made out of lights&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how they did that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every year restaurnt joe would visit and look over the socks&lt;br /&gt;but I dont think I ever heard of him acutally taking one&lt;br /&gt;maybe he didnt really need the socks and just told people that &lt;br /&gt;so they'd stop pestering him with stupid questions&lt;br /&gt;sometimes he would put stuff in the socsks&lt;br /&gt;what a surprise that would be&lt;br /&gt;you putyour foot in and oh hello an orange&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time they did this everybody was happy&lt;br /&gt;they all got food and restaurnt joe got his socks &lt;br /&gt;even though he didn't take any&lt;br /&gt;and it all worked out&lt;br /&gt;gee this was great said restaurant joe&lt;br /&gt;it's a real holiday&lt;br /&gt;yeah said everybody else&lt;br /&gt;even though resaurant joe just made the word holiday up&lt;br /&gt;you dont question words people just made up&lt;br /&gt;who are you to say thats wrong&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt YOUR idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats the story of how my cousin restaurant joe invented holidays&lt;br /&gt;ask any cat its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way sclelebrating snow is very easy to do&lt;br /&gt;its lots of fun and you can do it inside&lt;br /&gt;thats why it's fun&lt;br /&gt;you dont actually ahve to go out in it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-5406946439701784539?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5406946439701784539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=5406946439701784539' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/5406946439701784539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/5406946439701784539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-there-is-finlaly-snow-here-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-2415486718754519118</id><published>2007-11-15T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:45:46.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i shoudl like to talk abotu Stairs&lt;br /&gt;they are great&lt;br /&gt;I like stairs&lt;br /&gt;okay for one they go up&lt;br /&gt;there they go&lt;br /&gt;ANd ofor another one they go down&lt;br /&gt;(I can run down veyr very fast and I will win in any race guaranteed)&lt;br /&gt;(especially if there is new food int he bowl)&lt;br /&gt;but they also stand still and don't go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIEMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the staris are going up for someoene&lt;br /&gt;the stairs are goingdown for someone&lt;br /&gt;btu they're still standing still&lt;br /&gt;all at the Same TiME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;perhasps I should sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;okayI think I will&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-2415486718754519118?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2415486718754519118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=2415486718754519118' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/2415486718754519118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/2415486718754519118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-i-shoudl-like-to-talk-abotu.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-4949219056421392962</id><published>2007-10-22T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:12:46.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>typcially I am not one for baseball&lt;br /&gt;sure theres a lot of chasing and a lot of running around and that's always fun&lt;br /&gt;BUt when youg et down to it who wants to pick up a ball&lt;br /&gt;or evern throw it&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think I could throw a ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but someitimes when you watch baseball&lt;br /&gt;and the rightteam makes a home run&lt;br /&gt;everybody jumps up and goes Whoop&lt;br /&gt;and you get a piece of hot dog or tuna or bread or whatever it is on the table&lt;br /&gt;so I gues some teams are better than others in that regard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go whatver teamm gives me food&lt;br /&gt;may you score a lot of runs in the world eseries and win the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you throw a ball anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-4949219056421392962?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4949219056421392962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=4949219056421392962' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/4949219056421392962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/4949219056421392962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2007/10/typcially-i-am-not-one-for-baseball.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-6266239136443797630</id><published>2007-10-01T00:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:21:19.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FInally finished the book&lt;br /&gt;itwas long&lt;br /&gt;and ihad a hard time turning pages&lt;br /&gt;but wow there were tswists and turns and excitement galore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I am going to go look out the window&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-6266239136443797630?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-3967076903743955890</id><published>2007-07-21T00:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:57:13.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WELL WELL WEll&lt;br /&gt;look at what the me dragged in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WEnt on a maission tonight&lt;br/&gt;it was topsecret and VEry important&lt;br/&gt;I had to run down streets and not get hit by cars and then there was a big dog&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I dont want to talk about the dog&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;but eventaually I won the mission and came home Victorious as you can see&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spatch/862919422/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1070/862919422_84e929b3cd_m.jpg" border="0" width="180" height="240" alt="Look what the cat dragged in" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spatch/862919440/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1395/862919440_58348ccef2_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="It's hard to turn the pages when you don't have opposable thumbs" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I awill admit it is hard to turn the pages whn you dont have opposable thumbs&lt;br/&gt;so I'mgetting someone to read it to me&lt;br/&gt;I sure hope he doesn't spoil anything &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-3967076903743955890?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3967076903743955890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=3967076903743955890' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/3967076903743955890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/3967076903743955890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-went-on-maission-tonight-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-8080525639804690643</id><published>2007-05-01T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:28:12.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BIrthday&lt;br /&gt;there was one yesterday you know&lt;br /&gt;I am now ten&lt;br /&gt;in cat years that is SASSY&lt;br /&gt;the guy said hey abbie thats just about two pounds per year&lt;br /&gt;he is lucky I cannot pickup a pail ofwater&lt;br /&gt;then we'd see Who sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tehre were a lot of good things about turing ten&lt;br /&gt;you get two numbers in your age If you spellit that way&lt;br /&gt;10 that's a a1 and a 0&lt;br /&gt;1 means there's something and 0 meanst there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;now here is a neat trick&lt;br /&gt;if you put an 0 next to a 1 it measn there's now something ten times more than 1&lt;br /&gt;dont put the 0 in front of the 1 or else this trick wont work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ify ou put a nother 0 after the first 0 now what do you tihink&lt;br /&gt;yes it means there is nowasomething ten times more than the 1 and the 0 put togehter&lt;br /&gt;think about that forawhile&lt;br /&gt;what happens ifi you keep on putting more 0s next to it&lt;br /&gt;I amscared of that idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for my birthday i igve you the gift of ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then ext time someones says to you hey abbie you cant get something from nothing&lt;br /&gt;say oh yes youc an&lt;br /&gt;they are just pesimissists&lt;br /&gt;their cups dont have anything in them&lt;br /&gt;which is 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats enough of that&lt;br /&gt;I hasd sushi too&lt;br /&gt;but not thee seaweed&lt;br /&gt;cats dont eat sea weed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-8080525639804690643?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8080525639804690643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=8080525639804690643' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/8080525639804690643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/8080525639804690643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2007/05/birthday-there-was-one-yesterday-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-2741746709040444908</id><published>2007-04-22T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:37:39.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whaoa&lt;br/&gt;I just noticed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have been writing this for more than six years now&lt;br/&gt;that's a long time and thats many houses ago&lt;br/&gt;ALmost as many houses as years but not quite&lt;br/&gt;I didnt know what a computer was when we were in the big white one&lt;br/&gt;or in the little green one&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;when I started it was because i was bored&lt;br/&gt;bored boredb ored&lt;br/&gt;you don't come up with new things to do when youre interested&lt;br/&gt;because then you are doing the itneresting things&lt;br/&gt;but when you are bored you looks around&lt;br/&gt;and you say hmm&lt;br/&gt;what Can I do today&lt;br/&gt;lets see&lt;br/&gt;I already ran around alot&lt;br/&gt;I ate some food&lt;br/&gt;maybe I could have some more&lt;br/&gt;okay that was good but now what&lt;br/&gt;I am not sleepy&lt;br/&gt;the other cat she was there too&lt;br/&gt;she was off doing I dont know&lt;br/&gt;probably trying tofigure out how to use the telephone&lt;br/&gt;where did catnip bill go&lt;br/&gt;oh he is under the fridge&lt;br/&gt;hiding&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;oneday  catnip bill went hiding and he was so good at it&lt;br/&gt;we never figured out where he was&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I miss catnip bill&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;so I got on the computer and turned it on&lt;br/&gt;dont ask&lt;br/&gt;it's a secret but there's a button&lt;br/&gt;and then I decided this computer now belonged to ME ABBIE&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;and thats pretty much the story in a nutshell&lt;br/&gt;except for all the parts I didnt tell&lt;br/&gt;you cant tell everything all at once you know&lt;br/&gt;six years is a lot of time and if you dont believe me you can look at all the months and years over there to the right&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;six years&lt;br/&gt;and they still haevn't made a keyboaard big enough for me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-2741746709040444908?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-2435144183836949582</id><published>2007-03-11T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:27:13.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BUgs bugs bugs&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bug on the shade&lt;br /&gt;it had a triangle body and antennas&lt;br /&gt;i Hit it and it fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;take That bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I stat and watched it on the ground&lt;br /&gt;and i hit it a few more times just to make sure&lt;br /&gt;cant be too sure around bugs for they are wiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIke to watch bugs on the ground&lt;br /&gt;better than in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looked prety weird that bug&lt;br /&gt;I will not ocmment on how it tasted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-2435144183836949582?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2435144183836949582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=2435144183836949582' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/2435144183836949582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/2435144183836949582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2007/03/bugs-bugs-bugs-i-saw-bug-on-shade-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-2678123970758756437</id><published>2007-03-04T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:32:51.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKya they didsyomething to my blog and now it lokos all weird&lt;br/&gt;I'ma sorry for hdiing for a very long time&lt;br/&gt;but truth be toldit hasn't been much fun since the other cat isgone&lt;br/&gt;all my storys now are about oh Hey toaday I ran downstairs&lt;br/&gt;TOdy I went to sleep on a new place&lt;br/&gt;IT was a couch&lt;br/&gt;aslso I am big&lt;br/&gt;twenty pounds of big&lt;br/&gt;a POund is what weights something and Iwe igh twenty&lt;br/&gt;so thtere&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;someone rwrote this song for me&lt;br/&gt;it is spelled right ansd was insipred by soetmething that happend in OCtober&lt;br/&gt;dont ask&lt;br/&gt;th eguy wrote it&lt;br /&gt;I dont knwo if I liked it som uch because it is obaviously an attempt to speak for me&lt;br/&gt;when in fact when thi s happened I was very good at speaking on my Own&lt;br/&gt;anyway HEre it is&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FOUR A.M. SONG OF FEEDING&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ask anyone who knows me, I'm an easygoing cat&lt;br/&gt;I'm all about the chilling out, I've got the cool down pat&lt;br/&gt;Don't really ask for nothing much, life's all good on the whole&lt;br/&gt;But tonight there ain't no cat food in my bowl.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've endured a few indignities in my time upon this earth&lt;br/&gt;From jokes about my fuzziness to cracks about my girth&lt;br/&gt;With patience I have borne these barbs that'd try another's soul--&lt;br/&gt;But I'm offended there's no cat food in my bowl.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I didn't mind the time you gave me bows to make me pretty&lt;br/&gt;Or rolled me in a blanket just to play Burrito Kitty&lt;br/&gt;Or wrapped me 'round your shoulders and said "Hey, check out my fur stole!"&lt;br/&gt;But I mind that there's no cat food in my bowl.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now if I had my way, of course, I'd rule with iron paw&lt;br/&gt;My merest whim a grand command, my meow would be the law&lt;br/&gt;But my job here's to be the cat; provider is your role&lt;br/&gt;So provide me with some cat food in my bowl.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All right, you've had your slumber, and your dreams of god-knows-what&lt;br/&gt;But it's time that you addressed this pressing problem that I've got&lt;br/&gt;Cause I'm a screamin' hungry cuss who's 'bout to lose control&lt;br/&gt;...well hey look now, there's some cat food in my bowl.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-2678123970758756437?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2678123970758756437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=2678123970758756437' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/2678123970758756437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/2678123970758756437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2007/03/okya-they-didsyomething-to-my-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-115153611858898207</id><published>2006-06-28T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:12:50.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todfay I am going to tell you where things vcame from&lt;br /&gt;things come from Mythiology&lt;br /&gt;that is the study of where things came from&lt;br /&gt;as you can probably guess we spend a lot of time asking ourselves these questions&lt;br /&gt;I know I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first cat was named CAt&lt;br /&gt;that is why we are called cats&lt;br /&gt;Cat was very Big and very black&lt;br /&gt;they didnt have night back then but if they did Cat would be as balck as night&lt;br /&gt;in fact that is how nIght happened&lt;br /&gt;you see Cat was very vbig&lt;br /&gt;Cat was so very big that he stood over the world&lt;br /&gt;peolple underneath said my there is nothing above us but adarkness&lt;br /&gt;except for a little white spot on Cat's tum&lt;br /&gt;cat didnt like to move vry much&lt;br /&gt;so a lot of people stood underneath him and said my my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Dog came along&lt;br /&gt;Dog was a dog&lt;br /&gt;the first dog&lt;br /&gt;Dog was big too&lt;br /&gt;jsut about as big as cat which is saying something&lt;br /&gt;Dog was yellow and when he stood over the world pepole said oh it is too bright something is in my eyes I am going to go blind unless someone inventns sunglasses soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat and dog did not know about the other and that's a good thing because they were Mortal ENemies&lt;br /&gt;they stayed as far apart fotrm each other as they could&lt;br /&gt;cat stood on one side of the world and dog stood on the other&lt;br /&gt;thats just how things were&lt;br /&gt;then one day Cat heard someone undernath him say something&lt;br /&gt;that person said I was just over on the other side of the world and it is not dark at all&lt;br /&gt;in fact is big and bright and guess what there is food&lt;br /&gt;food does not grow in the dark and a lot of people were hungry&lt;br /&gt;so they said Hurray lets go over and get us some food&lt;br /&gt;Cat said oh now wait a minute I want some food too I will go&lt;br /&gt;so off Catwent&lt;br /&gt;and when Cat ggot to the other side of the world he saw Dog&lt;br /&gt;this Cat did not like&lt;br /&gt;Cat made himself look even bigger than he already awas&lt;br /&gt;and said GOAWAY dog&lt;br /&gt;Dog said arf arf Make me&lt;br /&gt;so cat cahased after Dog&lt;br /&gt;and away they went&lt;br /&gt;round and round the world&lt;br /&gt;cat forgot about the food and decided the only thing he wanted to do was to chase Dog&lt;br /&gt;and Dog being Dog was stupid and just liked to Run around&lt;br /&gt;they kept on cirlcing the world&lt;br /&gt;so the people sadi you know what when DOG is over us lets call it a Day&lt;br /&gt;D for Dog and D for Day okay&lt;br /&gt;and when Cat is over us that is called NIght&lt;br /&gt;N for Night and N for i dont know&lt;br /&gt;and they still chase each other even now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therte will be some poeple who tell you that it is actualy Dog who is doing the chasing and has chased after cat since time imemorial&lt;br /&gt;these people are full of beans&lt;br /&gt;cat has always been the one chasing dog and you can put that in your hat or take it to the bank or whatever you want to do twith it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayh that is how we got day an dnight&lt;br /&gt;it is our story&lt;br /&gt;I havent heard any better explanations&lt;br /&gt;mostly cause the other explaining dont involve cats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-115153611858898207?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/115153611858898207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=115153611858898207' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/115153611858898207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/115153611858898207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2006/06/todfay-i-am-going-to-tell-you-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-114796980242423550</id><published>2006-05-18T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:30:02.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKay iut is gone&lt;br /&gt;and I was keeping an eye out for it&lt;br /&gt;in case it came back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt a few days ago ther ewas a dog&lt;br /&gt;A DOG&lt;br /&gt;it was RIGHT EHRTE&lt;br /&gt;am so mada I cant type right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sistting in the room minding my own business&lt;br /&gt;as I often do very nicely&lt;br /&gt;and then there was ak nock on the door and she said&lt;br /&gt;oh hello abbie you sh ould come out there is someone you should meet&lt;br /&gt;so I went out and lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;A DOG&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT THERE&lt;br /&gt;it was big and balck and it was sitting on the girls rug&lt;br /&gt;normaly I like the girl because she lets me sit on her bed and poke holes in the blankets&lt;br /&gt;but not when she invites dogs into the house&lt;br /&gt;the guy will hear of this I am certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well abbie that is a dog and her name is molly and she iS visiting&lt;br /&gt;I said I dont care what her name is I am not going to be a party to this&lt;br /&gt;and I let the dog know just what I thought of it all&lt;br /&gt;ANd then ran and hid under the bed&lt;br /&gt;dogs cant get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been two days and the dog has not come back&lt;br /&gt;I Think the sign I wrote onthe door did it&lt;br /&gt;I just scractched around the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says THIS IS NOT A DOG HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;i think that'll do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-114796980242423550?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/114796980242423550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=114796980242423550' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/114796980242423550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/114796980242423550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-iut-is-gone-and-i-was-keeping-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-114731721309216852</id><published>2006-05-10T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:13:33.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have written One hundred and nintety nine posts&lt;br /&gt;this will be the two hundreth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have not written much it is true&lt;br /&gt;but before you say oh ho Abbie you have been sitting around all the time eating catnip and looking out the window why did you not have time to write&lt;br /&gt;FIRst i will say the catnip was for my birthday and I am now nine years old&lt;br /&gt;that is Cranky in cat years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second I have been doing a lot of Thinking&lt;br /&gt;that is mostly all I do&lt;br /&gt;also I have been a lot of complaining&lt;br /&gt;mostly because I have to do the complaining for two nowadays&lt;br /&gt;it takes a lot out of you to complain so much&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how the other cat did it&lt;br /&gt;she complainedf morning noon and night&lt;br /&gt;up one wall and down the other&lt;br /&gt;complain complain complain&lt;br /&gt;oh this is too hot oh this draft is too cold where did the food go why can't I sleep you are too fat&lt;br /&gt;so now I get to complain it all&lt;br /&gt;I dont like it so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently though I have been listening to songs&lt;br /&gt;this guy is named lou&lt;br /&gt;he says s alot of stuff about LIfe&lt;br /&gt;he says life is like bacon and ice cream&lt;br /&gt;thats what life's like without you&lt;br /&gt;I dont know I think bacon is good and ice cream is tasty&lt;br /&gt;but I think he means putting it together is kind of WEird&lt;br /&gt;and that its good maybe&lt;br /&gt;but also not good&lt;br /&gt;but he also asks what good is rain that falls up&lt;br /&gt;I dont know&lt;br /&gt;I don't have expalantions for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he asks me hey abbie whats good?&lt;br /&gt;okay lou here is what's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good is when you wake up in the morning and you have Nothing to do so you go back to sleep and nobody yells at you&lt;br /&gt;That's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's even good when you wake up and notice the sun is over there&lt;br /&gt;so you go over there&lt;br /&gt;and now it is time to sleep in the sun&lt;br /&gt;that's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is also good when there is new litter in the catbox&lt;br /&gt;and it smells clean&lt;br /&gt;cause it means hey you can go again&lt;br /&gt;and make a mess if you wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fresh water is good&lt;br /&gt;because it comes right from the water faucet&lt;br /&gt;you can't get much more fresh than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stairs are good&lt;br /&gt;to knock things down&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye sock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its good when you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;and you dream of Pizza&lt;br /&gt;and you wake up and &lt;br /&gt;there is pizza there&lt;br /&gt;hey thats good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people are good&lt;br /&gt;but don't tell them that&lt;br /&gt;it only makes them think they're better than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what is good&lt;br /&gt;life's good&lt;br /&gt;lou says Life's good too&lt;br /&gt;but not fair at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe so&lt;br /&gt;maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have been looking out the window a lot because if you look hard enough sometimes you can see a skunk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-114731721309216852?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/114731721309216852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=114731721309216852' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/114731721309216852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/114731721309216852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-written-one-hundred-and-nintety.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-113768991607563934</id><published>2006-01-19T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:58:36.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is ASMazing the things you can get awayw with when you're the only cat around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for isntance last night I was really realy mad&lt;br /&gt;and I used a lot of swear words&lt;br /&gt;i was cussing up a storm left and right&lt;br /&gt;I used the mrr-word&lt;br /&gt;and the eemerrr-word&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i said the one that begins with Rrow but thats all I'mg oing to say about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing sis since i was the only cat nobody understood what I was saying&lt;br /&gt;come tothink of it that was the reason why I was so mad in the firs tplace&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153851386388429517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14266560841162496637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755011.post-113563100395346733</id><published>2005-12-26T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T16:03:23.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DIda you ever hear the story of Catanip Bill&lt;br /&gt;catnip bill was our friend&lt;br /&gt;he lived under the couch&lt;br /&gt;then oneday he moved far away&lt;br /&gt;i think to canada&lt;br /&gt;we never saw catnip BIll again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the other day I got a package in the mail&lt;br /&gt;from christmas&lt;br /&gt;inside was wrapped up a gift&lt;br /&gt;the gift said ABBIE on the paperso I knew it was mine&lt;br /&gt;the other gift was a toothb rush so I knew it wasnt mine&lt;br /&gt;and inside the gift marked ABBIE was Catnip Frog&lt;br /&gt;it is not BIll it is a frog&lt;br /&gt;but it is my new friend&lt;br /&gt;and I like it anwyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2755011-113563100395346733?l=abbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbie.blogspot.com/feeds/113563100395346733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2755011&amp;postID=113563100395346733' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/113563100395346733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2755011/posts/default/113563100395346733'/><link rel='alternate' 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