Weeble's Story (long and a few days late)

On Fri, 03 Sep 2004 18:02:01 GMT, "Sir Weeble Wobblybottom"
wrote:

Hi, my name is Sir Weeble Wobblybottom, but most of you know me as Weeble,
and this is my story as best as I can remember it. Mommy thinks I'm napping,
so don't tell her that I'm used her pooter
snip
I'm Sir Weeble Wobblybottom, and she had better not forget it! After all,
Mommy's told me many time that my picture's are on the internet, and that
I'm famous!!!!

Excellent story, Sir. And your Mommy's right, you are world famous,
with pictures of amazing leaps and apple eating out there on the net
--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

[remove Junk for email]
Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html
Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html

Well I'm late reading it too but it is a very good story I enjoyed it *wery*
much Sir Weeble Wobblybottom Jean.P.
Sir Weeble Wobblybottom wrote in message
news:sk2_c.232738$8_6.127145@attbi_s04...
Hi, my name is Sir Weeble Wobblybottom, but most of you know me as Weeble,
and this is my story as best as I can remember it. Mommy thinks I'm
napping,
so don't tell her that I'm used her pooter

I'm a year old now, and I don't remember much about my early days - Mommy
tells me I was only as big as what my head is now, with no fangs, my ears
and eyes were closed, so that may be why. I do remember being nice &
warm,
always having a full tummy, I vaguely remember getting burped, which Mommy
says was funny. She also says I screamed when I pooped. I do remember
announcing my efforts when I was in the litterbox; I guess I was about 3
weeks old then, and Mommy would come running to see what the hollering was
about, and then say "oh, you're just pooping" and leave, giggling. Didn't
she know that she was supposed to admire my poop? A couple of times she
buried it - I remember that from when I was older, and she said something
about stink. I didn't know what stink was, and didn't care, as I wanted
to
play.

It was fun when I was little, Mommy and Daddy played with me a lot,
wrestling with me and rubbing my belly, and I would hide under the bed and
attack Mommy when she walked past. It was soon after that when part of
the
wall went away, and I could move from the hard floor onto the soft floor
as
I pleased. There was SO much to explore, and lots of places to hide.
Mommy
said that I was driving her crazy. Plus there were other cats - the big
fat
thing that Mommy called Tennessee (he's the same color as me) would hiss
at
me; the grey one called Smokey just avoided or ignored me, and the
grey-and-orange-striped-with-white, who said her name was Queen Elizabeth
(even if Mommy called her Lizzie-butt), would play with me. We would
chase
each other and bat at each other - that was fun!

I loved to chase the fuzzy-feather-snake. What leaps I made. I didn't
always catch it, but it was still fun. I tried to get Lizzie-butt to jump
after it, but she would just crouch and pounce on it when it came near
her.
I copied some of her moves, which impressed Mommy.

Once Mommy put me in a box that had a door, and I was moving without
walking, and then next thing I know is that I'm on a cold hard thing, and
some strange human is trying to make me hold still. Doesn't he know that
kittens aren't supposed to hold still? Then he shone a light in my eyes,
looked in my mouth, stuck some cold thing in my ears, and then put another
cold thing on my chest - this one had a long thing attached that went up
to
either side of his face (he wouldn't let me play with those) - I wondered
what this was all about. Then he squirted some goop in my mouth that
didn't
taste very good, but I swallowed it anyway. Mommy was there the whole
time,
why was she letting him do these things to me? Then he put a short stick
on
the table, and I started batting it around - more fun. All of a sudden I
feel a sharp stabbing pain in one of my back legs and ouch!!!! Then the
man
picked me up and held me upside down, some more fun. He said some things
to
Mommy; I think he said I was a good kitty. Well, duh! Then Mommy put me
back in the box, and I heard her talking to a lady, and I heard my name.
I
was taken out of the box again, and the lady admired me. She cooed and
scratched my ears and back - she was a lot nicer than the man that stabbed
me in the leg. Then I was put back into the box and we moved again, and
then the door opened and I was home!

I was tired from my adventure so I went and took a nap - after I had a
drink
of water to get that goop-taste out of my mouth (blech).

One of my favorite games when I was little was attacking the Evil Hand
Monster - providing it didn't attack me! That and playing with my
jingle-mousie. Even today, when I hear a jingle-bell, I remember that
mousie, and I wish I hadn't shredded it.

At night, I would sleep with Mommy and Daddy, and from Daddy I finally
learned the meaning of stink. He makes lotsa noises at night, most of
which
is usually followed by a nasty smell. Mommy does it too, but not as bad.
Sometimes I would get hungry in the middle of the night, so I would have
to
wake Mommy to tell her, and she would take me to my food dish and make
sure
I had food. I remember one time I tried to sleep on Mommy arm while she
was
sleeping, but since she was laying on her side it wasn't very easy, so I
curled up on her head. Mommy told me later that I had curled up purring
right over her ear.

Then one day when it was cold in the big outside, Mommy didn't give me any
food at night, and the next day I went into the box with the door. It was
early in the morning, and we went to the place where the man that stabbed
my
leg is. She handed me over to the lady that gave me ear scratches, and I
got scared - Mommy was leaving me! The lady put me in a tiny metal room
that had a door on it similar to the one on the box. I didn't like this
place. The man came and got me and stabbed me again, but this time I went
to sleep. When I woke up I was back in the little room, and my bottom
hurt!
I tried to stand up, but my legs weren't working right. More and more I
didn't like this place. And Mommy had abandoned me here. I didn't like
this one bit. A few hours later, another lady came and took me from the
little room, and put me back in the box with the door - the one that moves
by itself. I heard Mommy's voice - and Daddy's! They hadn't abandoned me
after all!!! Next thing I know is the door opens and I'm back in my room.
The wall closed and I couldn't go to where the soft floor is, nor could
the
other cats come in here with me. I'm lonely. I climb up on the bed and
MEOW as loud as I can. A few moments later, Mommy and Daddy come back in;
they see me all lonely on the bed and give me kissies and huggies. That
makes my bottom not hurt so much. I was the only kitty that got to sleep
with them that night.

Next morning, the wall opened, and I could play on the soft floor again,
and
Lizzie-butt was there to greet me. Tennessee hissed his greeting at me
(he's
a grumpy cat), and Smokey even came over to say hello! My bottom was
still
a little sore, but there were things to be played with!

Mommy and I had lots of fun in the following months, I got plenty of food
and attention, with Mommy even getting a special fuzzy mitten so I can
still
attack the Evil Hand Monster and my claws don't hurt her! My favorite
game
now is let Mommy chase me to the tower, and she puts on the fuzzy mitten
and
I wrestle with it. Like Lizzie, I thought I was royalty!

Then one day, four months ago, I smelled something different on the front
porch. Smelled like cats, but much smaller - I smelled them on Mommy and
Daddy too. I didn't like that smell. I hissed at Mommy once, so whenever
she came back from the front porch, she washed her hands, and wiped a
smelly
cloth over her shirt & pants. That made me feel better, but I knew that
there was something out there. Mommy said that they were my baby sisters!
I didn't have, nor do I want, any baby sisters!

That really confused me, until a week later, when Mommy moved them into
what
USED to be my room (I have been camping in the 'office' with Lizzie-butt
for
quite a while now). Four little cats that were mostly white, and with
grey
stripey places, some with more of the stripeys than others. I wasn't sure
what to think of them, but they did do some silly things, so I watched
them.
They are funny - when they aren't sleeping, they pounced on each other.

One morning Mommy told me that one of them, the one with the most white,
is
actually a boy! I have a baby brother. That's more like it! Only
problem
is that he's kinda dense. I watched him in his litterbox once, and he dug
a
hole to make a mountain out of the litter, then dug a hole in the
mountain,
turned around and pooped next to the whole, on the side of the mountain,
and
then proceeded to fill in the hole, not burying any of his poop at all!
Mommy's been calling them Ernie, Mimi (she's next in line with the most
white, plus she has orange on her forehead and butt), Minnie (she's got
the
least white) and Moe (Moe has a silly little black spot on her nose - like
she's sniffed too many butts). Minnie likes to pounce on me, which is OK
and kinda fun, but I don't want to hurt her, so I have to be careful.

Now I smell another cat in the house, but I can't find it! This makes me
scared, so I try to stay in my & Lizzie's room most of the time, but I do
go
out into the rest of the house, but that other cat is somewhere, so I keep
looking for it. It smells the most in the room with the big soft place,
so
I don't like to go in there very much any more. Mommy says I'm getting
skittish. She said that she's going to unplug the fell-aways, and see if
that's what's doing it. She took a thing off the wall in the room in big
part, and another one in the room with the big soft thing, and the other
cat
isn't there any more. I can still kind of smell it, but it's fading more
and more every day. I didn't like that other cat - it hid all the time
and
I didn't know when it was going to pounce on me. I'm glad it's gone.
Mommy
said that she's sending the fell-aways to some nice people from the
noosgroops.

One day a lady and a man came by the house, and Lizzie & I were locked in
our room, and I think Tennessee & Smokey were locked in the room with the
big white bowl (the one we're not allowed to drink out of). An hour
later,
we came out of there, sniffing around and looking for these new hoomins,
but
they were gone. The four little ones did smell a lot like the lady, but
it
was a good smell. Moe was all atwitter about them, how they played with
her
and Minnie, Mimi & Ernie, but that they were more interested in Minnie.
Moe
is a smart little cat, and she said that Mommy said that the lady was
going
to be Minnie's new Mommy.

Then one day, Minnie and Ernie were put into a new moving box (this one is
black and it's soft, and has three doors on it!), and Mommy didn't bring
them back. Moe & Mimi looked for them for a while, and then they decided
it
was more fun to torment me with their attacks. I'm getting tired of this -
it was fun for a while, but they won't stop!!! And I need my rest! At
least there were two less of them now!

The next day Mimi & Moe went into the box, and Mommy left with them. No
more little ones!!!!! Yippee!!!!! Lizzie & were about to celebrate with
a
big party, but them Mommy came back with the box, opened it up and out
popped Minne & Ernie! Curses! The first thing they did was trot over to
me
and rubbed up one me. I didn't know what to do. They smelled like the
stabbing-man's place. And Minnie belly was shaved! And had this pink
thing
stuck on it! She looked so funny, I kind of felt sorry for her. They
both
looked around for Mimi & Moe, but then decided that they were hungry, so
they ate some, and then napped. on MY tower - the nerve of them. Oh well,
they can do it THIS ONE TIME, but next time they're getting swatted! Next
morning Mommy & Daddy left with the empty box, and came home with Mimi &
Moe. Both of their bellies were shaved. Poor girls. Mommy and Daddy
were
talking how it cost over two hundred dollars to get those four fixed (I
didn't
know they were broken), and that's with the "popyulashun control" credit
of
fifty dollars per girl and twenty three dollars for Ernie. Whatever that
means.

A week later, the strange lady hoomin came back, and she had a moving box
with her. Her and Mommy talked and played with the little ones for a
while.
Then put Minnie in the box. I think Ernie wanted to go too, as he kept
getting in the box. Then Mommy and the lady went outside with Minnie in
the
box, and Mommy came back in alone. Mommy said that Minnie was going to
her
new home. I haven't seen Minnie since, but Mommy tells Daddy when she
gets
an email from the lady about Minnie, and that's she's doing fine. Seems
Minnie likes her new home, and her new Mommy, and likes riding in her new
Mommy's car (I think a car is those big shiny metal things that roll
around
outside, some roaring and some purring, an hoomin's like riding around in
them, especially if they get to complain about the price of gas and the
other idiots on the road.).

The little ones are getting bigger, especially Ernie - he's a LOT bigger
than Mimi & Moe. He also likes to follow me around - not that I mind, but
I
don't like this huggy-stuff - that's so girlly. I would rather he pounced
on me - and he does occasionally, but not as often as he does his sisters.
The fur on Mimi & Moe's bellies is growing back, and Mommy to them to get
their stitches removed a week after Minnie went away, and now they don't
have pink thingies stuck to their bellies any more. Lizzie has gotten
into
chasing Moe around - and sometimes I think she's too rough with her as I
hear Moe growling at her - sometimes even hissing! Such language from a
little girl - I wonder where she got it from (it wasn't me!)?

Mommy says she's given up trying to keep those three out of my food dish,
so
she's mixed their food up with mine - and we all share it. At first I
used
to let them bully me away from the dish, but now that they're getting
bigger, I can make it known that I get to eat too - it's not just theirs!
I
really like the big crunchies - and so do they, so Mommy got more of that.
She calls it the dent-all food. I guess because we make such big dents in
the pile when we eat it.

Mimi is become a little suck up. She's all the time climbing up to be
near
Mommy and purring her silly head off. And Moe always begs for a taste of
whatever food that Mommy and Daddy are eating, which is kinda nice because
I
get some too. I also get a nibble or two of the gooshy food Mommy gives
us
every Saturday, she said someone from the noosgroops names Jill sent it to
us. I remember we sent her back a card for her birthday (I tried to stuff
couple of those little monsters in with it, but they didn't fit, and Mommy
caught me and made me stop, saying that kittens do NOT go in the mail).

Ever since Mommy sent away those fell-aways, and that hiding cat left, I
feel much better - I will even go into the room with the big soft place
and
nap now, especially since the three monsters have over run my favorite
places. But sometimes I still claim the top of the tower, and Mommy will
put on the fuzzy mitten and wrestle with me, but I think her arm gets
tired.
Sometimes she does it when I don't want to wrestle, so I just run away.
But
when I do play like that, I get to growling and snorting at that mitten,
Mommy laughs at me because she thinks it's funny. I just wish I could
waylay one of those little ones like that, but they have claws and teeth
too, and Mommy doesn't, so I wrestle with her because I know she won't
hurt
me - she calls me a wussy boy, but I'm really not!

I'm Sir Weeble Wobblybottom, and she had better not forget it! After all,
Mommy's told me many time that my picture's are on the internet, and that
I'm famous!!!!

Well I'm late reading it too but it is a very good story I enjoyed it *wery*
much Sir Weeble Wobblybottom Jean.P.
Sir Weeble Wobblybottom wrote in message
news:sk2_c.232738$8_6.127145@attbi_s04...
Hi, my name is Sir Weeble Wobblybottom, but most of you know me as Weeble,
and this is my story as best as I can remember it. Mommy thinks I'm
napping,
so don't tell her that I'm used her pooter

I'm a year old now, and I don't remember much about my early days - Mommy
tells me I was only as big as what my head is now, with no fangs, my ears
and eyes were closed, so that may be why. I do remember being nice &
warm,
always having a full tummy, I vaguely remember getting burped, which Mommy
says was funny. She also says I screamed when I pooped. I do remember
announcing my efforts when I was in the litterbox; I guess I was about 3
weeks old then, and Mommy would come running to see what the hollering was
about, and then say "oh, you're just pooping" and leave, giggling. Didn't
she know that she was supposed to admire my poop? A couple of times she
buried it - I remember that from when I was older, and she said something
about stink. I didn't know what stink was, and didn't care, as I wanted
to
play.

It was fun when I was little, Mommy and Daddy played with me a lot,
wrestling with me and rubbing my belly, and I would hide under the bed and
attack Mommy when she walked past. It was soon after that when part of
the
wall went away, and I could move from the hard floor onto the soft floor
as
I pleased. There was SO much to explore, and lots of places to hide.
Mommy
said that I was driving her crazy. Plus there were other cats - the big
fat
thing that Mommy called Tennessee (he's the same color as me) would hiss
at
me; the grey one called Smokey just avoided or ignored me, and the
grey-and-orange-striped-with-white, who said her name was Queen Elizabeth
(even if Mommy called her Lizzie-butt), would play with me. We would
chase
each other and bat at each other - that was fun!

I loved to chase the fuzzy-feather-snake. What leaps I made. I didn't
always catch it, but it was still fun. I tried to get Lizzie-butt to jump
after it, but she would just crouch and pounce on it when it came near
her.
I copied some of her moves, which impressed Mommy.

Once Mommy put me in a box that had a door, and I was moving without
walking, and then next thing I know is that I'm on a cold hard thing, and
some strange human is trying to make me hold still. Doesn't he know that
kittens aren't supposed to hold still? Then he shone a light in my eyes,
looked in my mouth, stuck some cold thing in my ears, and then put another
cold thing on my chest - this one had a long thing attached that went up
to
either side of his face (he wouldn't let me play with those) - I wondered
what this was all about. Then he squirted some goop in my mouth that
didn't
taste very good, but I swallowed it anyway. Mommy was there the whole
time,
why was she letting him do these things to me? Then he put a short stick
on
the table, and I started batting it around - more fun. All of a sudden I
feel a sharp stabbing pain in one of my back legs and ouch!!!! Then the
man
picked me up and held me upside down, some more fun. He said some things
to
Mommy; I think he said I was a good kitty. Well, duh! Then Mommy put me
back in the box, and I heard her talking to a lady, and I heard my name.
I
was taken out of the box again, and the lady admired me. She cooed and
scratched my ears and back - she was a lot nicer than the man that stabbed
me in the leg. Then I was put back into the box and we moved again, and
then the door opened and I was home!

I was tired from my adventure so I went and took a nap - after I had a
drink
of water to get that goop-taste out of my mouth (blech).

One of my favorite games when I was little was attacking the Evil Hand
Monster - providing it didn't attack me! That and playing with my
jingle-mousie. Even today, when I hear a jingle-bell, I remember that
mousie, and I wish I hadn't shredded it.

At night, I would sleep with Mommy and Daddy, and from Daddy I finally
learned the meaning of stink. He makes lotsa noises at night, most of
which
is usually followed by a nasty smell. Mommy does it too, but not as bad.
Sometimes I would get hungry in the middle of the night, so I would have
to
wake Mommy to tell her, and she would take me to my food dish and make
sure
I had food. I remember one time I tried to sleep on Mommy arm while she
was
sleeping, but since she was laying on her side it wasn't very easy, so I
curled up on her head. Mommy told me later that I had curled up purring
right over her ear.

Then one day when it was cold in the big outside, Mommy didn't give me any
food at night, and the next day I went into the box with the door. It was
early in the morning, and we went to the place where the man that stabbed
my
leg is. She handed me over to the lady that gave me ear scratches, and I
got scared - Mommy was leaving me! The lady put me in a tiny metal room
that had a door on it similar to the one on the box. I didn't like this
place. The man came and got me and stabbed me again, but this time I went
to sleep. When I woke up I was back in the little room, and my bottom
hurt!
I tried to stand up, but my legs weren't working right. More and more I
didn't like this place. And Mommy had abandoned me here. I didn't like
this one bit. A few hours later, another lady came and took me from the
little room, and put me back in the box with the door - the one that moves
by itself. I heard Mommy's voice - and Daddy's! They hadn't abandoned me
after all!!! Next thing I know is the door opens and I'm back in my room.
The wall closed and I couldn't go to where the soft floor is, nor could
the
other cats come in here with me. I'm lonely. I climb up on the bed and
MEOW as loud as I can. A few moments later, Mommy and Daddy come back in;
they see me all lonely on the bed and give me kissies and huggies. That
makes my bottom not hurt so much. I was the only kitty that got to sleep
with them that night.

Next morning, the wall opened, and I could play on the soft floor again,
and
Lizzie-butt was there to greet me. Tennessee hissed his greeting at me
(he's
a grumpy cat), and Smokey even came over to say hello! My bottom was
still
a little sore, but there were things to be played with!

Mommy and I had lots of fun in the following months, I got plenty of food
and attention, with Mommy even getting a special fuzzy mitten so I can
still
attack the Evil Hand Monster and my claws don't hurt her! My favorite
game
now is let Mommy chase me to the tower, and she puts on the fuzzy mitten
and
I wrestle with it. Like Lizzie, I thought I was royalty!

Then one day, four months ago, I smelled something different on the front
porch. Smelled like cats, but much smaller - I smelled them on Mommy and
Daddy too. I didn't like that smell. I hissed at Mommy once, so whenever
she came back from the front porch, she washed her hands, and wiped a
smelly
cloth over her shirt & pants. That made me feel better, but I knew that
there was something out there. Mommy said that they were my baby sisters!
I didn't have, nor do I want, any baby sisters!

That really confused me, until a week later, when Mommy moved them into
what
USED to be my room (I have been camping in the 'office' with Lizzie-butt
for
quite a while now). Four little cats that were mostly white, and with
grey
stripey places, some with more of the stripeys than others. I wasn't sure
what to think of them, but they did do some silly things, so I watched
them.
They are funny - when they aren't sleeping, they pounced on each other.

One morning Mommy told me that one of them, the one with the most white,
is
actually a boy! I have a baby brother. That's more like it! Only
problem
is that he's kinda dense. I watched him in his litterbox once, and he dug
a
hole to make a mountain out of the litter, then dug a hole in the
mountain,
turned around and pooped next to the whole, on the side of the mountain,
and
then proceeded to fill in the hole, not burying any of his poop at all!
Mommy's been calling them Ernie, Mimi (she's next in line with the most
white, plus she has orange on her forehead and butt), Minnie (she's got
the
least white) and Moe (Moe has a silly little black spot on her nose - like
she's sniffed too many butts). Minnie likes to pounce on me, which is OK
and kinda fun, but I don't want to hurt her, so I have to be careful.

Now I smell another cat in the house, but I can't find it! This makes me
scared, so I try to stay in my & Lizzie's room most of the time, but I do
go
out into the rest of the house, but that other cat is somewhere, so I keep
looking for it. It smells the most in the room with the big soft place,
so
I don't like to go in there very much any more. Mommy says I'm getting
skittish. She said that she's going to unplug the fell-aways, and see if
that's what's doing it. She took a thing off the wall in the room in big
part, and another one in the room with the big soft thing, and the other
cat
isn't there any more. I can still kind of smell it, but it's fading more
and more every day. I didn't like that other cat - it hid all the time
and
I didn't know when it was going to pounce on me. I'm glad it's gone.
Mommy
said that she's sending the fell-aways to some nice people from the
noosgroops.

One day a lady and a man came by the house, and Lizzie & I were locked in
our room, and I think Tennessee & Smokey were locked in the room with the
big white bowl (the one we're not allowed to drink out of). An hour
later,
we came out of there, sniffing around and looking for these new hoomins,
but
they were gone. The four little ones did smell a lot like the lady, but
it
was a good smell. Moe was all atwitter about them, how they played with
her
and Minnie, Mimi & Ernie, but that they were more interested in Minnie.
Moe
is a smart little cat, and she said that Mommy said that the lady was
going
to be Minnie's new Mommy.

Then one day, Minnie and Ernie were put into a new moving box (this one is
black and it's soft, and has three doors on it!), and Mommy didn't bring
them back. Moe & Mimi looked for them for a while, and then they decided
it
was more fun to torment me with their attacks. I'm getting tired of this -
it was fun for a while, but they won't stop!!! And I need my rest! At
least there were two less of them now!

The next day Mimi & Moe went into the box, and Mommy left with them. No
more little ones!!!!! Yippee!!!!! Lizzie & were about to celebrate with
a
big party, but them Mommy came back with the box, opened it up and out
popped Minne & Ernie! Curses! The first thing they did was trot over to
me
and rubbed up one me. I didn't know what to do. They smelled like the
stabbing-man's place. And Minnie belly was shaved! And had this pink
thing
stuck on it! She looked so funny, I kind of felt sorry for her. They
both
looked around for Mimi & Moe, but then decided that they were hungry, so
they ate some, and then napped. on MY tower - the nerve of them. Oh well,
they can do it THIS ONE TIME, but next time they're getting swatted! Next
morning Mommy & Daddy left with the empty box, and came home with Mimi &
Moe. Both of their bellies were shaved. Poor girls. Mommy and Daddy
were
talking how it cost over two hundred dollars to get those four fixed (I
didn't
know they were broken), and that's with the "popyulashun control" credit
of
fifty dollars per girl and twenty three dollars for Ernie. Whatever that
means.

A week later, the strange lady hoomin came back, and she had a moving box
with her. Her and Mommy talked and played with the little ones for a
while.
Then put Minnie in the box. I think Ernie wanted to go too, as he kept
getting in the box. Then Mommy and the lady went outside with Minnie in
the
box, and Mommy came back in alone. Mommy said that Minnie was going to
her
new home. I haven't seen Minnie since, but Mommy tells Daddy when she
gets
an email from the lady about Minnie, and that's she's doing fine. Seems
Minnie likes her new home, and her new Mommy, and likes riding in her new
Mommy's car (I think a car is those big shiny metal things that roll
around
outside, some roaring and some purring, an hoomin's like riding around in
them, especially if they get to complain about the price of gas and the
other idiots on the road.).

The little ones are getting bigger, especially Ernie - he's a LOT bigger
than Mimi & Moe. He also likes to follow me around - not that I mind, but
I
don't like this huggy-stuff - that's so girlly. I would rather he pounced
on me - and he does occasionally, but not as often as he does his sisters.
The fur on Mimi & Moe's bellies is growing back, and Mommy to them to get
their stitches removed a week after Minnie went away, and now they don't
have pink thingies stuck to their bellies any more. Lizzie has gotten
into
chasing Moe around - and sometimes I think she's too rough with her as I
hear Moe growling at her - sometimes even hissing! Such language from a
little girl - I wonder where she got it from (it wasn't me!)?

Mommy says she's given up trying to keep those three out of my food dish,
so
she's mixed their food up with mine - and we all share it. At first I
used
to let them bully me away from the dish, but now that they're getting
bigger, I can make it known that I get to eat too - it's not just theirs!
I
really like the big crunchies - and so do they, so Mommy got more of that.
She calls it the dent-all food. I guess because we make such big dents in
the pile when we eat it.

Mimi is become a little suck up. She's all the time climbing up to be
near
Mommy and purring her silly head off. And Moe always begs for a taste of
whatever food that Mommy and Daddy are eating, which is kinda nice because
I
get some too. I also get a nibble or two of the gooshy food Mommy gives
us
every Saturday, she said someone from the noosgroops names Jill sent it to
us. I remember we sent her back a card for her birthday (I tried to stuff
couple of those little monsters in with it, but they didn't fit, and Mommy
caught me and made me stop, saying that kittens do NOT go in the mail).

Ever since Mommy sent away those fell-aways, and that hiding cat left, I
feel much better - I will even go into the room with the big soft place
and
nap now, especially since the three monsters have over run my favorite
places. But sometimes I still claim the top of the tower, and Mommy will
put on the fuzzy mitten and wrestle with me, but I think her arm gets
tired.
Sometimes she does it when I don't want to wrestle, so I just run away.
But
when I do play like that, I get to growling and snorting at that mitten,
Mommy laughs at me because she thinks it's funny. I just wish I could
waylay one of those little ones like that, but they have claws and teeth
too, and Mommy doesn't, so I wrestle with her because I know she won't
hurt
me - she calls me a wussy boy, but I'm really not!

I'm Sir Weeble Wobblybottom, and she had better not forget it! After all,
Mommy's told me many time that my picture's are on the internet, and that
I'm famous!!!!

Well I'm late reading it too but it is a very good story I enjoyed it *wery*
much Sir Weeble Wobblybottom Jean.P.
Sir Weeble Wobblybottom wrote in message
news:sk2_c.232738$8_6.127145@attbi_s04...
Hi, my name is Sir Weeble Wobblybottom, but most of you know me as Weeble,
and this is my story as best as I can remember it. Mommy thinks I'm
napping,
so don't tell her that I'm used her pooter

I'm a year old now, and I don't remember much about my early days - Mommy
tells me I was only as big as what my head is now, with no fangs, my ears
and eyes were closed, so that may be why. I do remember being nice &
warm,
always having a full tummy, I vaguely remember getting burped, which Mommy
says was funny. She also says I screamed when I pooped. I do remember
announcing my efforts when I was in the litterbox; I guess I was about 3
weeks old then, and Mommy would come running to see what the hollering was
about, and then say "oh, you're just pooping" and leave, giggling. Didn't
she know that she was supposed to admire my poop? A couple of times she
buried it - I remember that from when I was older, and she said something
about stink. I didn't know what stink was, and didn't care, as I wanted
to
play.

It was fun when I was little, Mommy and Daddy played with me a lot,
wrestling with me and rubbing my belly, and I would hide under the bed and
attack Mommy when she walked past. It was soon after that when part of
the
wall went away, and I could move from the hard floor onto the soft floor
as
I pleased. There was SO much to explore, and lots of places to hide.
Mommy
said that I was driving her crazy. Plus there were other cats - the big
fat
thing that Mommy called Tennessee (he's the same color as me) would hiss
at
me; the grey one called Smokey just avoided or ignored me, and the
grey-and-orange-striped-with-white, who said her name was Queen Elizabeth
(even if Mommy called her Lizzie-butt), would play with me. We would
chase
each other and bat at each other - that was fun!

I loved to chase the fuzzy-feather-snake. What leaps I made. I didn't
always catch it, but it was still fun. I tried to get Lizzie-butt to jump
after it, but she would just crouch and pounce on it when it came near
her.
I copied some of her moves, which impressed Mommy.

Once Mommy put me in a box that had a door, and I was moving without
walking, and then next thing I know is that I'm on a cold hard thing, and
some strange human is trying to make me hold still. Doesn't he know that
kittens aren't supposed to hold still? Then he shone a light in my eyes,
looked in my mouth, stuck some cold thing in my ears, and then put another
cold thing on my chest - this one had a long thing attached that went up
to
either side of his face (he wouldn't let me play with those) - I wondered
what this was all about. Then he squirted some goop in my mouth that
didn't
taste very good, but I swallowed it anyway. Mommy was there the whole
time,
why was she letting him do these things to me? Then he put a short stick
on
the table, and I started batting it around - more fun. All of a sudden I
feel a sharp stabbing pain in one of my back legs and ouch!!!! Then the
man
picked me up and held me upside down, some more fun. He said some things
to
Mommy; I think he said I was a good kitty. Well, duh! Then Mommy put me
back in the box, and I heard her talking to a lady, and I heard my name.
I
was taken out of the box again, and the lady admired me. She cooed and
scratched my ears and back - she was a lot nicer than the man that stabbed
me in the leg. Then I was put back into the box and we moved again, and
then the door opened and I was home!

I was tired from my adventure so I went and took a nap - after I had a
drink
of water to get that goop-taste out of my mouth (blech).

One of my favorite games when I was little was attacking the Evil Hand
Monster - providing it didn't attack me! That and playing with my
jingle-mousie. Even today, when I hear a jingle-bell, I remember that
mousie, and I wish I hadn't shredded it.

At night, I would sleep with Mommy and Daddy, and from Daddy I finally
learned the meaning of stink. He makes lotsa noises at night, most of
which
is usually followed by a nasty smell. Mommy does it too, but not as bad.
Sometimes I would get hungry in the middle of the night, so I would have
to
wake Mommy to tell her, and she would take me to my food dish and make
sure
I had food. I remember one time I tried to sleep on Mommy arm while she
was
sleeping, but since she was laying on her side it wasn't very easy, so I
curled up on her head. Mommy told me later that I had curled up purring
right over her ear.

Then one day when it was cold in the big outside, Mommy didn't give me any
food at night, and the next day I went into the box with the door. It was
early in the morning, and we went to the place where the man that stabbed
my
leg is. She handed me over to the lady that gave me ear scratches, and I
got scared - Mommy was leaving me! The lady put me in a tiny metal room
that had a door on it similar to the one on the box. I didn't like this
place. The man came and got me and stabbed me again, but this time I went
to sleep. When I woke up I was back in the little room, and my bottom
hurt!
I tried to stand up, but my legs weren't working right. More and more I
didn't like this place. And Mommy had abandoned me here. I didn't like
this one bit. A few hours later, another lady came and took me from the
little room, and put me back in the box with the door - the one that moves
by itself. I heard Mommy's voice - and Daddy's! They hadn't abandoned me
after all!!! Next thing I know is the door opens and I'm back in my room.
The wall closed and I couldn't go to where the soft floor is, nor could
the
other cats come in here with me. I'm lonely. I climb up on the bed and
MEOW as loud as I can. A few moments later, Mommy and Daddy come back in;
they see me all lonely on the bed and give me kissies and huggies. That
makes my bottom not hurt so much. I was the only kitty that got to sleep
with them that night.

Next morning, the wall opened, and I could play on the soft floor again,
and
Lizzie-butt was there to greet me. Tennessee hissed his greeting at me
(he's
a grumpy cat), and Smokey even came over to say hello! My bottom was
still
a little sore, but there were things to be played with!

Mommy and I had lots of fun in the following months, I got plenty of food
and attention, with Mommy even getting a special fuzzy mitten so I can
still
attack the Evil Hand Monster and my claws don't hurt her! My favorite
game
now is let Mommy chase me to the tower, and she puts on the fuzzy mitten
and
I wrestle with it. Like Lizzie, I thought I was royalty!

Then one day, four months ago, I smelled something different on the front
porch. Smelled like cats, but much smaller - I smelled them on Mommy and
Daddy too. I didn't like that smell. I hissed at Mommy once, so whenever
she came back from the front porch, she washed her hands, and wiped a
smelly
cloth over her shirt & pants. That made me feel better, but I knew that
there was something out there. Mommy said that they were my baby sisters!
I didn't have, nor do I want, any baby sisters!

That really confused me, until a week later, when Mommy moved them into
what
USED to be my room (I have been camping in the 'office' with Lizzie-butt
for
quite a while now). Four little cats that were mostly white, and with
grey
stripey places, some with more of the stripeys than others. I wasn't sure
what to think of them, but they did do some silly things, so I watched
them.
They are funny - when they aren't sleeping, they pounced on each other.

One morning Mommy told me that one of them, the one with the most white,
is
actually a boy! I have a baby brother. That's more like it! Only
problem
is that he's kinda dense. I watched him in his litterbox once, and he dug
a
hole to make a mountain out of the litter, then dug a hole in the
mountain,
turned around and pooped next to the whole, on the side of the mountain,
and
then proceeded to fill in the hole, not burying any of his poop at all!
Mommy's been calling them Ernie, Mimi (she's next in line with the most
white, plus she has orange on her forehead and butt), Minnie (she's got
the
least white) and Moe (Moe has a silly little black spot on her nose - like
she's sniffed too many butts). Minnie likes to pounce on me, which is OK
and kinda fun, but I don't want to hurt her, so I have to be careful.

Now I smell another cat in the house, but I can't find it! This makes me
scared, so I try to stay in my & Lizzie's room most of the time, but I do
go
out into the rest of the house, but that other cat is somewhere, so I keep
looking for it. It smells the most in the room with the big soft place,
so
I don't like to go in there very much any more. Mommy says I'm getting
skittish. She said that she's going to unplug the fell-aways, and see if
that's what's doing it. She took a thing off the wall in the room in big
part, and another one in the room with the big soft thing, and the other
cat
isn't there any more. I can still kind of smell it, but it's fading more
and more every day. I didn't like that other cat - it hid all the time
and
I didn't know when it was going to pounce on me. I'm glad it's gone.
Mommy
said that she's sending the fell-aways to some nice people from the
noosgroops.

One day a lady and a man came by the house, and Lizzie & I were locked in
our room, and I think Tennessee & Smokey were locked in the room with the
big white bowl (the one we're not allowed to drink out of). An hour
later,
we came out of there, sniffing around and looking for these new hoomins,
but
they were gone. The four little ones did smell a lot like the lady, but
it
was a good smell. Moe was all atwitter about them, how they played with
her
and Minnie, Mimi & Ernie, but that they were more interested in Minnie.
Moe
is a smart little cat, and she said that Mommy said that the lady was
going
to be Minnie's new Mommy.

Then one day, Minnie and Ernie were put into a new moving box (this one is
black and it's soft, and has three doors on it!), and Mommy didn't bring
them back. Moe & Mimi looked for them for a while, and then they decided
it
was more fun to torment me with their attacks. I'm getting tired of this -
it was fun for a while, but they won't stop!!! And I need my rest! At
least there were two less of them now!

The next day Mimi & Moe went into the box, and Mommy left with them. No
more little ones!!!!! Yippee!!!!! Lizzie & were about to celebrate with
a
big party, but them Mommy came back with the box, opened it up and out
popped Minne & Ernie! Curses! The first thing they did was trot over to
me
and rubbed up one me. I didn't know what to do. They smelled like the
stabbing-man's place. And Minnie belly was shaved! And had this pink
thing
stuck on it! She looked so funny, I kind of felt sorry for her. They
both
looked around for Mimi & Moe, but then decided that they were hungry, so
they ate some, and then napped. on MY tower - the nerve of them. Oh well,
they can do it THIS ONE TIME, but next time they're getting swatted! Next
morning Mommy & Daddy left with the empty box, and came home with Mimi &
Moe. Both of their bellies were shaved. Poor girls. Mommy and Daddy
were
talking how it cost over two hundred dollars to get those four fixed (I
didn't
know they were broken), and that's with the "popyulashun control" credit
of
fifty dollars per girl and twenty three dollars for Ernie. Whatever that
means.

A week later, the strange lady hoomin came back, and she had a moving box
with her. Her and Mommy talked and played with the little ones for a
while.
Then put Minnie in the box. I think Ernie wanted to go too, as he kept
getting in the box. Then Mommy and the lady went outside with Minnie in
the
box, and Mommy came back in alone. Mommy said that Minnie was going to
her
new home. I haven't seen Minnie since, but Mommy tells Daddy when she
gets
an email from the lady about Minnie, and that's she's doing fine. Seems
Minnie likes her new home, and her new Mommy, and likes riding in her new
Mommy's car (I think a car is those big shiny metal things that roll
around
outside, some roaring and some purring, an hoomin's like riding around in
them, especially if they get to complain about the price of gas and the
other idiots on the road.).

The little ones are getting bigger, especially Ernie - he's a LOT bigger
than Mimi & Moe. He also likes to follow me around - not that I mind, but
I
don't like this huggy-stuff - that's so girlly. I would rather he pounced
on me - and he does occasionally, but not as often as he does his sisters.
The fur on Mimi & Moe's bellies is growing back, and Mommy to them to get
their stitches removed a week after Minnie went away, and now they don't
have pink thingies stuck to their bellies any more. Lizzie has gotten
into
chasing Moe around - and sometimes I think she's too rough with her as I
hear Moe growling at her - sometimes even hissing! Such language from a
little girl - I wonder where she got it from (it wasn't me!)?

Mommy says she's given up trying to keep those three out of my food dish,
so
she's mixed their food up with mine - and we all share it. At first I
used
to let them bully me away from the dish, but now that they're getting
bigger, I can make it known that I get to eat too - it's not just theirs!
I
really like the big crunchies - and so do they, so Mommy got more of that.
She calls it the dent-all food. I guess because we make such big dents in
the pile when we eat it.

Mimi is become a little suck up. She's all the time climbing up to be
near
Mommy and purring her silly head off. And Moe always begs for a taste of
whatever food that Mommy and Daddy are eating, which is kinda nice because
I
get some too. I also get a nibble or two of the gooshy food Mommy gives
us
every Saturday, she said someone from the noosgroops names Jill sent it to
us. I remember we sent her back a card for her birthday (I tried to stuff
couple of those little monsters in with it, but they didn't fit, and Mommy
caught me and made me stop, saying that kittens do NOT go in the mail).

Ever since Mommy sent away those fell-aways, and that hiding cat left, I
feel much better - I will even go into the room with the big soft place
and
nap now, especially since the three monsters have over run my favorite
places. But sometimes I still claim the top of the tower, and Mommy will
put on the fuzzy mitten and wrestle with me, but I think her arm gets
tired.
Sometimes she does it when I don't want to wrestle, so I just run away.
But
when I do play like that, I get to growling and snorting at that mitten,
Mommy laughs at me because she thinks it's funny. I just wish I could
waylay one of those little ones like that, but they have claws and teeth
too, and Mommy doesn't, so I wrestle with her because I know she won't
hurt
me - she calls me a wussy boy, but I'm really not!

I'm Sir Weeble Wobblybottom, and she had better not forget it! After all,
Mommy's told me many time that my picture's are on the internet, and that
I'm famous!!!!