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A Limerick, by Taz
There once was a chipmunk named Dale.
He ate peanuts and popcorn without fail.
Taz took a bite,
Dale put up a fight,
But in the end, all that was left was Dale's tail!
Bad kitty. Bad, bad kitty.
easy living is the life for me!
i thought i would tell my friends that my Grandma and Grandpa have kind of sort of adopted me.
my new mom is like my old mom only, well, older!
she let's me do whatever i want, sleep with her and let's me outside where it's safe. Plus i get to kick the shit out of her shit zoo dogs..what easy pickings! hooyaaa!!
Grandpa on the other hand is really strict. i have a curfew and i am not allowed to stay outside at night. he's such a worry wart. but, i comply...begrudgingly..sometimes i break curfew and don't come home home until after midnight...but, life is gooood!
my first mom really misses me. i'll see her when she visits...but this is really where i want to be.
peace out!
Taz
Next time~Nova Scotia
Hi Cat Pals!!
We are in the final throes of moving. Mom said the next time I can talk to my friends is when we land in Nova Scotia.
Right now, I'm spending most of my time hiding. All this packing has made me nervous and I'm afraid Mom will put me in a box by mistake!
Thank you all for your cute cards and messages!
Wish us luck on our journey
Talk to you on the other side!!
Taz OUT!!
Earthquakes, Typhoons and Cockroaches, OH MY!
Here's the story...
We are fine NOW...but last night was pretty scary. At 1:06am, the bed started to shake. Mom and I just looked at each other and waited for it to stop. It took a while.
Nothing TOO unusual for that size of earthquake. We have them from time to time.
BUT!! at 1:50am the bed started to shake again. I think mom felt it before me as it was different from the first one...and as we all know, the second (after shock) is often much stronger than the first.
It was a doozy.
Our building (we are on the 7th floor so lots and lots of movement the higher up!!) was a rocking and a rolling. Mom actually grabbed me and got out of bed. That made me worry cause she never does that. EVER.
So we stood in the kitchen (me safe in mom's arms)...kinda in the doorway. I think mom was figuring out her next move...the second quake was about a minute...loooong.
Anyway, things settled down. We went back to bed.
I crawled up onto moms throat (i did it to comfort her!!)...just `cause I don't do that on a normal basis doesn't mean that I was scared, ya know.....
We are sooooooooo not going to miss earthquakes!!
Taz, OUT!
My Birthday Blog
I was born an asshole and just grew bigger.
。。。and then some!
(Mom's fave line from Road House)
Not much I can do about it...she's got the fingers and so she does the typing!
We can't believe that time has passed so quickly.
It's been quite a ride and it just keeps getting better and better.
Happy Birthday to all the other Cats, too!!
Taz にゃにゃ
Sleep is for Pussies!
I was up extra early this morning. I was hungry and I wasn't taking "NO" for an answer. Normally, I let old lazy bones sleep until 7:30...never making a peep.
I WAS HUNGRY!!
So I stood by her head and MEOWED and MEOWED.
The reward was two fold: 1. The shocked look on mama's face that I was so brazen and 2. I got a double shot of brekkie.
I WAS HUNGRY.
Of course, after I was fed I was ready to roll.....vrooom vrooom...I hope the neighbours down stairs were already up!!
Have a great day!
Super Taz
It's Official!!
We're moving to Canada in May!!
We're a bit nervous about the flights.
I'm going to be on three planes. How sucky is that??
I am fat.
I wasn't always fat. But, I love food. Not just any food...the good stuff...my mom weighed me last night. 5.7kgs.
That's 12.5lbs. So when I jump on my mom now...whoa! ooof! she feels it. The witch took me off kitten food and i'm on adult food, waaaaay ahead of schedule. I fixed her little red wagon and gained weight anyway...and she stopped with the treats and now I sit and look at her and howl. I'll win. She's getting weak...I can feel it...I am relentless.
I am King Taz. Or Fat Bastard....depending on who you ask:)
nyu nyu Taz
Battletaz Gallactinormous & International Travel
My Dear Friends,
It has been a busy winter, but I can smell Spring...just around the corner.
This winter I survived a Leukemia scare and a serious bout of isolation anxiety when my mom went away for 10 days.
To pay my mom back for exposing me to Leukemia Girl (Marnie has been safely transplanted to Hiroshima!) and for leaving me with Auntie Sayaka, I destroyed her favourite sofa. ADDITIONALLY, to remind the wench that I am King Taz, I am also in the process of destroying her two white arm chairs.
I am an asshole. Denis Leary wrote a song just for ME!!
FURTHERMORE, the wench is thinking about moving back to Canada in a few short months. Anyone have any advice about international flights and the poor kitty in cargo???
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