What were you doing 10 years ago?
10 years ago??? Wowie, that's a long, loooooooong time ago... wuz there dinosauries on the earth way back then??? (oh crud, bettur not let Marilyn hear me say that cuz she'z older than 10...)
What were you doing 1 year ago?
Well, since I'm just ofur a year old, I woulda been an itty bitty kitten. I didn't live with Momma and Daddy and Brainball and Marilyn and Dorydoo yet, since I showed up at Momma and Daddy's back porchie late last year as a straykitty.
Five things you like to eat:
Stinky goodness turkey flavor
TEMPTASHUNS!
Cheddar cheesies
toooooona!
Stinky goodness any flavor
Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:
"TNT" by AC/DC -- it's my theme song
"Run to the Hills" by Iron Maidden
"Livin' on a Purr-ayer" by Jon Bon Jovi -- or iz that Jon Bon Skeezix??
"Come On Feel the NOIZE" by Twisted Sistur
"MAO at the Moon" by Ozzie Ozzborne (I know it's s'pozed to be "Bark at the Moon" but I like "MAO at the Moon" bettur)
(Heavy Metal ROCKZ! *doin' air guitar with my pawsies*)
Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
Build a bee-yootiful kitty housie for me and Ariel, it would have catwalkies and nooks and krannies to ecksplore and all kindsa kool places to snooze and snuggle in
Build a bigger house for Momma and Daddy so they could have more kitties to live with them
Build a great big huge cat sanckchooary for alla the kitties out there who don't have furrefur homes
Buy fifty gazillion squillion tons of TEMPTASHUNS
Buy a Little Mao CrotchRocket (motorcycle) so I could spazz around the housie even FASTUR!
Five bad habits:
(only FIVE? *whew*...)
Openin' the kitchen kabinnet doors
Jumpin' onna kountur when Momma's cookin'
Sneekin' inna dishwasher and lickin' the foodie dishes
Messin' with my sisturs when they're inna potty
Tryin' to climb inna poopie bags when Momma's scoopin' our boxes
Five things you would never wear again:
Well, if you mean clothies, I've nefur worn clothies, but I don't efur wanna wear cat barfies on my nose again -- sometimes I get nosey when Hairball barfs up a Brainball, oopsie, I mean when Brainball barfs up a hairball.
Five favorite toys:
EVIL COFFEE STIRRERS!!!! kill, kill, KILL!
The red dot thingie! KILL!
Toilet paper cores
Lids off plastic bottles
My oingy boingy monkey that hangies from the doorframe (Momma likes to sing to me: "A Mao and his Monkey, and a Monkey and his Mao")
Five kitties to tag:
Well, I'm not sure who's been taggied and who hasn't, so I'll just say anykitty who wants to play! And as alwayz, love and kissies and snugglies to my Ariel.
