tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70657950914950339292024-02-07T23:28:25.848-05:00Poco Fold LandPrepare for CutenessGarden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-5704937845156412842010-12-04T19:49:00.000-05:002010-12-04T19:49:52.866-05:00Poco DiedHi, this is Ada, Poco's mommy. I have some really sad news. Poco died a couple of days ago. There will be no more posts on this blog, but in one or two years, my future cat, Coda Duncan Hunter will have his/her own blog too. I plan to do this with all my cats. I am very sad, and very sorry to bring this news to you all. He was the most innocent cat, and I wish you could have met him.<br />
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-Ada, Poco's very heartbroken Mommy.Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-72104080018450996952010-11-22T08:11:00.000-05:002010-11-22T08:11:09.024-05:00I Have Been Very Very Happy When Mommy Reads To Me!!I have been sick for the week, and Mommy knows that. She has been nicer to me and actually <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">read</span></span> to me. Good Mommy! Mommy also has let me sleep in my carrier. VERY good Mommy.<br />
I think that string is great. it is a toy of perfection, and, it's not very expensive like the other toys that I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">don't </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">like.</span></span>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-77113380950308762462010-10-25T11:09:00.000-04:002010-10-25T11:09:39.013-04:00Mommy Says I em Cute.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3IidAfDx7bsmJmNysXcNhhjSM737QcBcS-sQ8wE5Tmz609ymuArCMUCnATAkDuwESdVZdipMqFt3_ArOQF5GzeOZHJRgz3DKClorxv-fK5CAaTgSHViR2q2AGa4B-PrMOWsGBFjoKueG/s1600/IMG_8249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3IidAfDx7bsmJmNysXcNhhjSM737QcBcS-sQ8wE5Tmz609ymuArCMUCnATAkDuwESdVZdipMqFt3_ArOQF5GzeOZHJRgz3DKClorxv-fK5CAaTgSHViR2q2AGa4B-PrMOWsGBFjoKueG/s320/IMG_8249.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I am the cutest puss around. Everyone says so. Even the doggie-est dog lover loved me. That is why I have decided to say: 1,000,000 people love me. MEEEEWWWW!!!! I am so cute.Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-21034785517646964382010-10-06T08:42:00.000-04:002010-10-06T08:42:44.469-04:00Mommy Read to Me!After millions of years, mommy read "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Dragon Rider</span>" to me, by Cornelia Funke. I was enjoying the story on the floor when my grandmommy stepped on me! BAD GRANDMOMMY! Then, mommy picked me up and cuddled me in the dark. Good mommy! <span></span><span></span>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-4160906730582813102010-09-29T16:52:00.000-04:002010-09-29T16:52:00.741-04:00Meeeeeeewwwwww!!!!!!!Hi, it is Poco Smitten, and I want to say that I AM VERY CUTE TODAY! I even have a theme song:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My song album cover!</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Poco Smitten, Poco, Poco Smitten, Poco</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Smitten, Poco, Poco, Smitten. Bum bum da dum bum</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">bum. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">P O C O S M I T T E N, POCO SMITTEN!!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></span><br />
Of corse, I already had that, but I decided to tell it to you now.Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-92174566011544351952010-09-06T08:47:00.000-04:002010-09-06T08:47:09.821-04:00Ohhh Mooommmyyyy!I have been in the basement. I like the basement. It is cool in the basement.<br />
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But when mommy comes down into the basement it is not so fun. She picks me up and brings me upstairs! What a bad mommy! And I was just getting dirty too. grrrrrrrrrr. Whateva. Mommy also tries to stop me from having baths 'cause she knows I hate them.Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-87665815364719185532010-08-16T20:17:00.001-04:002010-08-16T20:18:30.613-04:00I am SO lazy... YAWN!!I like this new place in Mew Pawltz. It has very soft beds and amazing light. I even got mommy to let me sleep there. I like the meat they give me. I especially like the little treats they sometimes give me (e.g. pork off mommy's plate, chicken off mommy's plate, turkey off mommy's plate... you get the idea.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, I had no clue grandmommy had a camera! Say beef!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Well, here I am, enjoying the VERY WARM bed.Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-81820436335433705962010-07-02T09:33:00.000-04:002010-07-02T09:33:55.298-04:00Oh! The Fourth of Pusseye!(Oops! I mean <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">July</span>!)<br />
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Mommy says there is fyre whorks. What are fyre whorks? Oh no! Maybe I should look it up.<br />
Oh no! It says it is a device containing gon pawdir. That will blow me up! NOOO! meow. I will not see the fyre whorks. Mommy says her birthday is coming up. What should I get her? Mommy likes catnip- I will get her that! Oh no! I am out of munnie. I will have to get her a penny. Oh well... Oh, mommy says that I will like fyre whorks. I will have to go, mommyis takeing me away from the kedybord$Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-1433825355317536142010-06-05T10:30:00.000-04:002010-06-05T10:30:53.654-04:00My Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVq0-apmIoWtEDn9_noQFdhro_RgnjeBXrH2SNYKxZ2YASGuVKjm76Ef3uZeaoEgz64J2J_o8POX7xO_frTC_GcO2OuMcBJDtwZmBDUb_DaeoFFWnB6873Dez-diDeVDXrPw3V9WlHg7li/s1600/IMG_7112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVq0-apmIoWtEDn9_noQFdhro_RgnjeBXrH2SNYKxZ2YASGuVKjm76Ef3uZeaoEgz64J2J_o8POX7xO_frTC_GcO2OuMcBJDtwZmBDUb_DaeoFFWnB6873Dez-diDeVDXrPw3V9WlHg7li/s320/IMG_7112.JPG" /></a></div>Mommy says it's my birthday. What is a birthday? I don't know what she is talking about. Do you? I think I'll think it over while I'm eating this delicious pork.Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-23280736085744940562010-04-26T17:26:00.000-04:002010-04-26T17:26:00.414-04:00Foldy, Foldy, Burning Bright<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcE7hvZokLFLcJAZ-wsak4CSrLqfYLJKl8f7Ba5_RON1gq_8DIBS2qBZuH4jN1e_dtVz2CpJSkgVXBwfatPng0zQdF7f6iTy-BPm2VuzQztuzTL5iVIblcEhFCCKJCvWC0Cqw9rqrJBUY/s1600/IMG_6787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcE7hvZokLFLcJAZ-wsak4CSrLqfYLJKl8f7Ba5_RON1gq_8DIBS2qBZuH4jN1e_dtVz2CpJSkgVXBwfatPng0zQdF7f6iTy-BPm2VuzQztuzTL5iVIblcEhFCCKJCvWC0Cqw9rqrJBUY/s320/IMG_6787.JPG" /></a></div>Here is may new poem:<br />
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<i>Poco! Poco! Burning bright</i><br />
<i>In the kitchen in the night,</i><br />
<i>Which person, girl or boy</i><br />
<i>Could understand I'm hungry?</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>In what decent time doth wake</i><br />
<i>To feed my fearful tummy ache?</i><br />
<i>On what lunch will hope come through</i><br />
<i>That someone might just notice you...</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>And what boulder will I cross</i><br />
<i>To twist the cat toy of my heart?</i><br />
<i>And when the day begins to fall,</i><br />
<i>I get hungry? No, not you.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Poco! Poco! Burning bright</i><br />
<i>In the kitchen in the night,</i><br />
<i>Which person, girl or boy</i><br />
<i>Could understand I'm hungry?</i><br />
<i><br />
</i>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-55565025237473371872010-04-21T07:32:00.002-04:002010-04-21T07:38:31.142-04:00I Am Enjoying The Open Windows!!!<span style="font-style:italic;">The windows are open an I love them to sit in. <span style="font-weight:bold;">MOMMY!</span> Can I please </span> not <span style="font-style:italic;">use italics???</span>(Mommy: Yes: don't have to now that I am fully sure that you can type right.)<br /><br />.... Mommy said so......Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-37448150470502771422010-04-02T07:08:00.004-04:002010-04-21T07:50:35.773-04:00I have a cold<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKcCswDHfqmXZedTbZ2HXF7uSs0akOp_9qMLu62TwzfdLMRSW-8eHrNsIndP872774R23X9FegJlWUoJSUwjTU3NylG6mhH2c_eAW_pDcw50dQd2CdLZUzmJ1G7p7A_rX5NdMQisM-dle/s1600/IMG_6500.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKcCswDHfqmXZedTbZ2HXF7uSs0akOp_9qMLu62TwzfdLMRSW-8eHrNsIndP872774R23X9FegJlWUoJSUwjTU3NylG6mhH2c_eAW_pDcw50dQd2CdLZUzmJ1G7p7A_rX5NdMQisM-dle/s320/IMG_6500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455568484757952482" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">SNIFF. Mew. I have a cold and my eyes are watery, and I can't see! Mew boo hoo. SNIFF. I hope my brothers aren't sick like I am. YAWN! I am tired. 'Night!</span>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-43500478480822014602010-03-27T08:59:00.005-04:002010-04-21T07:49:50.026-04:00I LOVE RAW MEAT DIET THEY GIVE ME NOW!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GEk3PUt_zdkwIjsL3rGT2Sb3Xez42epb0IqECi8VEM-H8-7PWIGmY1tXJ3d-6rWbu0_svlnx4dPo6c99aFjgqb6qdYGQqdcCH8OaRb1AlY8Vxl5hBjsHOC5gsdYYl3PjS-TT-YKwE_-N/s1600/IMG_6389.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GEk3PUt_zdkwIjsL3rGT2Sb3Xez42epb0IqECi8VEM-H8-7PWIGmY1tXJ3d-6rWbu0_svlnx4dPo6c99aFjgqb6qdYGQqdcCH8OaRb1AlY8Vxl5hBjsHOC5gsdYYl3PjS-TT-YKwE_-N/s320/IMG_6389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453299914538469442" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I got converted to raw meat a while ago, but I am getting more and more used to it, and now it is my favorite thing in the world!<br /><br />I am such a hog, I steal Mr. Puss's food from him whe he's not looking and eat it all up before he comes back in. Mew. I still go "Eh" as my meow, but I'm getting to a big "MEROWR" soon. I hope my old Mommy is OK.</span><br /><br />WORD OF THE DAY BONUS:<br /><br />Folded (Fole-ded): <span style="font-weight:bold;">noun</span> "her ears were folded" "The folded paper" folded or fold is a description of something that has been put over itself to form half or a quarter of what is was before: e.g. <span style="font-style:italic;">the table cloth was folded neatly in half.</span>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-64617518422561487352010-02-24T10:41:00.003-05:002010-04-21T07:40:33.470-04:00Hello, people!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7-H-YkKI2TvQ4NecR1bDvo6ACiK1EwRG3_pcHATiR1Rki_OCWxcyehH15BkVyUdXxo8aSeydQoLzt8uYdAN_FbwFqutfrZSAqEAb4OsEQNaxuZxjbqeX6Ots3vPKFQIISHFwLz-Sezy6/s1600-h/IMG_6259.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7-H-YkKI2TvQ4NecR1bDvo6ACiK1EwRG3_pcHATiR1Rki_OCWxcyehH15BkVyUdXxo8aSeydQoLzt8uYdAN_FbwFqutfrZSAqEAb4OsEQNaxuZxjbqeX6Ots3vPKFQIISHFwLz-Sezy6/s320/IMG_6259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441837263336338722" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Hello, cute pusses of the world (CPOTW)! I am Poco Smitten, and today I have some game show questions:<br /><br />1. What is my favorite color?<br /><br />2. What is my favorite thing?<br /><br />3. What is my ULTIMATE FAVORITE sleeping place in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD?!?!?<br /><br />4. Am I cute, or not?<br /><br />5. To be cute, or not to be. That is the question, isn't it?<br /><br />Answers:<br /></span><br />1. Orange, 2. Feather toy, 3. Couch, 4. Yes, you are, 5. YesGarden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-17617471587176394402010-02-05T17:42:00.004-05:002010-04-21T07:39:25.929-04:00I just looked at my old home's page<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcz_1pYc-7tE3Yk5USAAXwBMaksUAyowbC22aRAbU1vB18EIGbrrTpkKzbYlQAf8Hio1Su1rSt_7dY3J1mlK5VHoObgnS6UdVbRwt73LmjvarfbxqiiOzDXj2EMh0VCFoIkufDeAl1VPMt/s1600-h/IMG_6255.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcz_1pYc-7tE3Yk5USAAXwBMaksUAyowbC22aRAbU1vB18EIGbrrTpkKzbYlQAf8Hio1Su1rSt_7dY3J1mlK5VHoObgnS6UdVbRwt73LmjvarfbxqiiOzDXj2EMh0VCFoIkufDeAl1VPMt/s320/IMG_6255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434894324071963330" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Are those other kitties at my old house? Is that my old mommy speaking? Please take me to New Hampshire for a visit, mommy! I miss my brother. Please let me look at them! Mew. Mrorw. My meow is meowlike now! (PS: This is the closest to Mr. Puss I've gotten. Another PS: I don't like cameras. I was lying right next to him.cxM N</span>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-40356173024232859302009-12-11T08:17:00.004-05:002009-12-11T08:41:57.795-05:00Happy holidays, all kitties!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJtwj8dNz48jTaxYAgF4oUuhduBjEOi2Gz_1pF9Mdoo8MPGuZwJxFhxq28beoSp7HMOKzEcxaYIK_jW6eGxwSjIKbsz9jMl3Rr-QhYisg7wrRYWEpuWcDRzwtcaUYLia9kZECuvi9tzdiE/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJtwj8dNz48jTaxYAgF4oUuhduBjEOi2Gz_1pF9Mdoo8MPGuZwJxFhxq28beoSp7HMOKzEcxaYIK_jW6eGxwSjIKbsz9jMl3Rr-QhYisg7wrRYWEpuWcDRzwtcaUYLia9kZECuvi9tzdiE/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413968157379390962" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Hello! It was my half-birthday on Dec. 5! Say "happy birthday, Poco!" because of that. I am refusing to eat much. I AM ON STRIKE!!!<br />Am I a little young for that? Or what? I am a library puss, as the picture shows. If you look closely, you can see cat books to your left.</span>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-35585557562213169922009-11-30T17:51:00.002-05:002009-11-30T17:59:42.197-05:00Hi, buddys!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2j6KMJi9r73o2dMMMU2y2Nt6qbAC2k7uy_mmCpTYvaDo4OTcMOh6QDfy7ob7q4v29yrKDIb11pKz5371De1CfKXdcHjmyOeVH7eIKzUGL-1P-g3tIwX4ycxlmUSnhVVyKePjlO5Ruglq6/s1600/IMG_0911.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2j6KMJi9r73o2dMMMU2y2Nt6qbAC2k7uy_mmCpTYvaDo4OTcMOh6QDfy7ob7q4v29yrKDIb11pKz5371De1CfKXdcHjmyOeVH7eIKzUGL-1P-g3tIwX4ycxlmUSnhVVyKePjlO5Ruglq6/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410034941069401954" /></a><br />Hi, new and old and young and kitten-ishie people, and welcome to the Poco Fold Land (A blog for all cute kitties.) To get down to business, I would like to say that everyone thinks I'm cuter than I was the day before, and I must say, It's hard being famous! I mean, I like all the attention but... Anyway, like I was saying, well, my mommy put me in a really small box, and I fit! I'm thinking of starting a business, Contortucats: a touring contortionist. This is my professional picture.<br /><br />--PGarden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-57172349580297905812009-11-19T07:16:00.002-05:002009-11-19T07:21:53.021-05:00Hi everybody!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxGFLnup2LX_O8xgCk-aNazEN0ZomnqWeGOfkHYToCg9NWKlA_fpCZNt9rM7OWz35RSNZc56nJvvmz7UlGbbHuFFKPMAymThYErT1IwioIgpl3aUiNTjSaXq9p_8aaDwtmTNNbbJXutLU/s1600/IMG_0511.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxGFLnup2LX_O8xgCk-aNazEN0ZomnqWeGOfkHYToCg9NWKlA_fpCZNt9rM7OWz35RSNZc56nJvvmz7UlGbbHuFFKPMAymThYErT1IwioIgpl3aUiNTjSaXq9p_8aaDwtmTNNbbJXutLU/s320/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405788785441973362" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Hi! I like my substitute purple feather toy. Did I tell you that it broke? I don't think I did. My mommy is playing with me more, and she isn't going around torturing me. That's good. The picture is me sitting on my chair! Mew!</span>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-34121654371741440142009-10-19T09:27:00.004-04:002009-10-19T09:51:58.750-04:00WHAT SHOULD I WRITE ABOUT?<span style="font-style:italic;">Well, for one, the x in xylophone is pronounced like a "z" but in Fox is pronounced "ex"!<br />also, A is sometimes pronounced "ah" or "Uh" (as in UH-oh.) And 4 x 2= 8! Ummm... CHIRP! The slide begins with a "T" because "the" is spelled T-H-E and I hope you already knew that, or not because it doesn't make any sense otherwise. Also, The "o" in Poco, can also be pronounced "u" or "oh".</span> (What Poco is trying to tell you is that he is very smart)Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-50213287063779810702009-10-15T11:48:00.005-04:002010-02-05T17:50:37.590-05:00My momma has a BLOG!!!!<span style="font-style:italic;">I want you to know that my mama has a blog now. She has empathized ( who knows what that means?) a lot about it, because she needs to keep a profile of what she does here is the link:</span><br /><br /><a href="http://Ada: The blog">Scottish Folds (and more)</a>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-46719662424084394142009-10-12T22:29:00.003-04:002009-10-12T22:35:15.390-04:00My REAL typing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJXh-TZf9F8FPmKKilggTLkQ-JpNYwLMoGa3P5RyG2FqJ0jaLTMAxv3TX14ntYosDS1JPjjy6RFgWQhgnXFUo_6XnQWytEY3LWNNyqD-UWnYgbiy2hJS8OKf3WOCFuqArYwww7mIC2Ozo/s1600-h/IMG_4590.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJXh-TZf9F8FPmKKilggTLkQ-JpNYwLMoGa3P5RyG2FqJ0jaLTMAxv3TX14ntYosDS1JPjjy6RFgWQhgnXFUo_6XnQWytEY3LWNNyqD-UWnYgbiy2hJS8OKf3WOCFuqArYwww7mIC2Ozo/s320/IMG_4590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391907068399914786" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">vnv fqiwr irty 'm flh';f pof gateoha pa hf apdf gagf gjd'b g js' b pgbj per grepgj rpj q rg rah dlsdjf </span> (Hi, if you think this is hard to understand, I totally agree, and even though I have some assistance, my writing is bad.) <span style="font-style:italic;">dsk kfsgh kf kfe gk fkg gkf efh dhfk dstvitf jiydr.</span> (The picture is of me in my cardboard house.)Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-23727154296301664402009-10-03T12:36:00.003-04:002009-10-03T12:44:49.485-04:00I Am Advertising.<span style="font-style:italic;">I also like this movie company, W.M. Thing, which has a game website, <a href="http://www.wmthinggames.blogspot.com".>W.M. Thing Games</a>. I love advertising! It's fun! Here is another link to a movie website that W.M. Thing made: <a href="http://www.transformerslegacyofunicron.blogspot.com">Transformers: Legacy of Unicron</a>. I like movies. This one has my owner, Ada's voice in it.</span>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-76025104955813546712009-10-01T08:52:00.003-04:002009-10-01T09:01:32.348-04:00I Am Having Trouble Lately<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6LSO3N1jW-VLivg0ekVOEIvuGxQxktFayrnanIlTjw8-9cffQEoEUmq1e34Pv8N3ICNzSihoHT6YQL23nzH3At1QwVhM83z4vnJ9V_xtXQzs3EIzMAzIQalHIr2uuyKThxS-nY8pB1zr/s1600-h/IMG_4607.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6LSO3N1jW-VLivg0ekVOEIvuGxQxktFayrnanIlTjw8-9cffQEoEUmq1e34Pv8N3ICNzSihoHT6YQL23nzH3At1QwVhM83z4vnJ9V_xtXQzs3EIzMAzIQalHIr2uuyKThxS-nY8pB1zr/s320/IMG_4607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387615887745121890" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Mrorw! I am kind of sick lately, but it's just because I ate a ton of food yesterday. I think. I am now eating wet food, and I like it a lot more than that KATZEN FLOKEN dry kibble. MMMM! </span>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-2189659520954844842009-09-26T08:38:00.003-04:002009-10-01T08:59:20.984-04:00Meow. Lick!<span style="font-style:italic;">Last night I licked my owner, Ada. She was good! Yum. I did it again this morning. Meow. Lick! Mmmmmm... yummy! Oh well... I sleep under the covers next to Ada. Meow. Goodbye! </span>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065795091495033929.post-23858422972766188042009-09-19T09:42:00.003-04:002009-09-19T09:58:49.326-04:00I look Like a Scarf<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqsj3qqo_G8spbRGZyJg6QSh6SXMZwN8133BzDlgfqctv00NOeVrr0AW9qHZvCuBAD7qgEj-1Jb0HzAgnrPGnBhXovSsH-HpX2tMtmmZ9y9oJ170hRNu9VCiDSTbSUjt9LU3RNKFXpOxs/s1600-h/poco+scarfie.jpg.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqsj3qqo_G8spbRGZyJg6QSh6SXMZwN8133BzDlgfqctv00NOeVrr0AW9qHZvCuBAD7qgEj-1Jb0HzAgnrPGnBhXovSsH-HpX2tMtmmZ9y9oJ170hRNu9VCiDSTbSUjt9LU3RNKFXpOxs/s320/poco+scarfie.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383177227377075154" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Look at this cute scarf, or coat trimming in this photo of a scarf on my owner, Ada. Or is it a cat? Do you know which? Oh well... Oh! It's me! I almost didn't recognize myself! Gee! That was a mistake...</span>Garden Spiderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836609158921073637noreply@blogger.com