<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:35:16.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>end the tyranny of kitten oppression</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-4219764384447321481</id><published>2008-03-13T21:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:14:41.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who the HISS is patrick?!</title><content type='html'>I overhead my humans talking tonight about someone called Sane Patrick.  has anyone heard this?  apparently he actually owns one day out of the year, and everyone celebrates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a little research, and it appears that in honor of this Sane Patrick (who also loved potatoes and corned beef) everyone wears funny green hats and puts green beverages in mugs.  and they let mini humans run around in green outfits, and then sacrifice them to a pot of gold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all very strange.  and there's this strange green leaf that pops up everywhere:  pins, hats, shirts, aprons, underwear -- you name it, it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST DON'T GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so because it doesn't make a whisker of sense to me, but I still love a good party, I am going to claim my OWN day for cattdom:  March 18th (because the humans will be too hung over to notice) is now hereby declawed as THE FESTIVAL OF FATHER O'TABBY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-4219764384447321481?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/4219764384447321481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=4219764384447321481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/4219764384447321481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/4219764384447321481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-hiss-is-patrick.html' title='who the HISS is patrick?!'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-3047550195333047626</id><published>2008-03-13T16:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:44:20.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 things</title><content type='html'>i've been super busy.  too busy to blog.  but today I'm making time to do something a little mindless, and I'm stealing my human's post idea.  just for fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are 4 THINGS ABOUT MYSELF:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I have had in my lives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. assistant to pharaoh&lt;br /&gt;2. rumpleteaser understudy&lt;br /&gt;3. paper shredder &lt;br /&gt;4. hiss-tory professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I would watch over and over (or have watched over and over):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cats &amp; dogs (cats rule, dogs drool)&lt;br /&gt;2. the lion, the witch and the wardrobe (did you SEE that cat?!)&lt;br /&gt;3. the shaggy dog (I enjoy seeing a dumb human become a dumb dog)&lt;br /&gt;4. the jungle book (the bear is annoying, but the panther exudes cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. saginaw (where I was attacked by flying water)&lt;br /&gt;2. kalamazoo (where i was a boxing champion)&lt;br /&gt;3. kentwood (where I saw monsters in the snow)&lt;br /&gt;4. wyoming (nothing excited has happened yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows that I watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ellen&lt;br /&gt;2. family guy (strangely enough, I totally relate to stewie)&lt;br /&gt;3. the deadliest catch (that water is scary, but I can't look away!)&lt;br /&gt;4. the moment of truth (stupid humans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. in a u-haul truck&lt;br /&gt;2. game stop parking lot on the beltline&lt;br /&gt;3. katie &amp; adam's old house&lt;br /&gt;4. the vet (it reeks of death...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four people who email (or see) me regularly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the short hair&lt;br /&gt;2. the bald one&lt;br /&gt;3. the princess&lt;br /&gt;4. the one I'm stalking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite (human) foods:&lt;br /&gt;(cat food makes me want to vomit and then eat it again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. chocolate icing&lt;br /&gt;2. granola&lt;br /&gt;3. oyster crackers&lt;br /&gt;4. TUNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would like to be right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. outside&lt;br /&gt;2. in a tree&lt;br /&gt;3. catalina&lt;br /&gt;4. under the bed (the humans put all their crap under there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I am looking forward to this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BIRDS&lt;br /&gt;2. learning Hungarian&lt;br /&gt;3. getting a bath (I secretly love them!)&lt;br /&gt;4. the humans NOT taking me to the vet (keep your paws crossed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four souls who should also do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. emmett (I know you're out there, dude...)&lt;br /&gt;2. the red hair&lt;br /&gt;3. heathcliff (his life is crazy)&lt;br /&gt;4. saint morris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-3047550195333047626?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/3047550195333047626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=3047550195333047626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/3047550195333047626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/3047550195333047626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-things.html' title='4 things'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-4239661076623913539</id><published>2007-11-19T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:39:30.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>writer's block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/R0GcHDtLSzI/AAAAAAAAADo/2imCY5az7CA/s1600-h/1notamused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134556695246883634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/R0GcHDtLSzI/AAAAAAAAADo/2imCY5az7CA/s400/1notamused.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so nothing really interesting has been happening here as of late.  the humans are never around... and when they are, they've been putting stuff in boxes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm resigned to the fact.  this occurs with startling regularity, and so I am convinced one of the following must be true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  they are secret agents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while this romantic notion is the most exciting, and fills my mind with thoughts of spies and subterfuge, trench coats and sabotage (and would explain all the puzzles and codes the short-hair loves) these humans just simply aren't smart enough, or quick enough, or ninja-ey enough for this to be the explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  they are running from the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, they're too straight to be crooks, their getaway car is a joke, and I've never seen a bag of loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm in the witness protection program and have amnesia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the most likely scenario.  they rarely let me out (and never unchaperoned) and every now and then they let me look at a one-cat lineup, where I always involuntarily hiss and feel very hostile towards the subject.  they then close the door, say, "good piscin!" and then act as if nothing just happened. (this has happened four times, I've been attacked once, and one subject was in a cage)  the memories I do have, are they even real?  has my whole "life" been a lie?  OH, and always, ALWAYS after this occurs, we relocate to a new living-cubicle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-4239661076623913539?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/4239661076623913539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=4239661076623913539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/4239661076623913539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/4239661076623913539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/11/writers-block.html' title='writer&apos;s block'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/R0GcHDtLSzI/AAAAAAAAADo/2imCY5az7CA/s72-c/1notamused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-1783394204353695440</id><published>2007-11-08T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:22:59.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG</title><content type='html'>humans and their silly games. well, I will play along this once. I think my human "tagged" me in jest, not truly realizing that I blog. she thought she was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show her funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are 10 random facts, habits or goals about myself. I will not be tagging anyone, as I don't know anyone else, and even the ones I'm acquainted with I only know by description. I will list them however, just to amuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I worry that I will be an old maid. I'm not exactly sure what a "maid" is, but I sure don't want to be an old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have raw talent for bird calling. I practice all the time, and one day I will be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm deathly afraid of plastic bags. a plastic bag killed my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. food is my vice. I've been known to beg for human food...cupcake frosting, pot pie, oyster crackers, french fries, granola.....oh, morris, granola!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. my four paws are white, like I'm wearing boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i want to know what's behind the door and down the hall, but I want to explore it myself...not be carried by a stupid human. so demeaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In my prime I was a boxing champion, feared by strays. No one comes into my house. One hiss from me and they wouldn't even come near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I witnessed the murder of two baby rabbits. I can still hear the screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm addicted to the box of moving pictures. the humans don't know, but that's the real reason why I sit on the back of their cushiony furniture, so they won't see how engrossed I am. I pretend to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. going for a ride in my humans' car is exhilerating! my picture gets taken (though I don't always know where to look), and sometimes I feel like I might throw up, but I haven't yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 humans I know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the short-hair&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;while her head is also good for running vault takeoffs, she won me over with her patience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the bald one&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;he's been known to leave me places, but he's always glad when I find my way home. also a good back-scratcher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the long-hair&lt;/strong&gt; --&lt;em&gt; there's just something about this one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the red-haired one aka "gaius"&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;a trusted spook. my humans can never see us together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the belt-wearing brown-hair&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;often attached to the red-hair's arm. I like the funny gurgly noises she makes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the gangly one&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;he likes to hold me in physically uncomfortable positions. I try to give my humans "the look"...you know, the glare that says, "You've GOT to be kidding me." I think they got it...I haven't seen him around in a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the princess&lt;/strong&gt; --&lt;em&gt; she likes me for who I am and is always concerned with how I'm doing. I like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the british one&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;he calls me "pishy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the content one&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;she doesn't come over often, but she's always very happy when she's here. from what I can gather, she drives the same vehicle as my short-hair and they are very good friends. I approve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the scrawny orange-hair&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;I've seen him once. he was plotting with the short-hair about some type of proposal. I tried to figure it out, but words like "tri-unity" mean nothing to me. and what is an "ashley"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the skinny bald one&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;he gives off that don't-like-cats vibe. which is fine. I'm sure I give off a don't-like-vegetarians vibe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the our-mrs. human&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;apparently she still is in possession of some of my humans' round disc things. she's really tall, which terrifies me, but her jovial bubbliness is pleasing to my ears from the other end of the apartment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the blonde one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; -- she had to be taught to flush the toilet before I would drink out of it, but she was a quick learner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-1783394204353695440?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/1783394204353695440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=1783394204353695440&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/1783394204353695440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/1783394204353695440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/11/tag.html' title='TAG'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-1768634400414663452</id><published>2007-07-03T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:23:05.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meow-moir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Roq7bRy89QI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zVfuuq2gTFs/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Roq7bRy89QI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zVfuuq2gTFs/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083081206749000962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the reason i haven't been posting much as of late is because i've been working on my memoir (or meow-moir, for my feline-fluent crowd).  yes, i'm young yet, but if this donald miller human can do it, so can i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's some disturbing stuff in here... i've been locked in a sauna with two shaking white boxes... hosed down in a porcelain box... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet i also have tales of adventure:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the time i catapulted myself off a human's head... wandered down the hall when the door was open... a near-death experience involving a VERY LARGE flying creature... and of course, my boxing championship against a local stray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's some good stuff here.  i figure i'll try to record as much as possible while life has slowed down a bit.  and there'll be plenty of anecdotes about the resident humans... i've seen them do some really silly things.  i'm sure it will be entertaining for all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, that is what i am up to.  it may take a while as i have to sneak onto the computer while the humans are gone, and the short-hair hasn't left much this week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i merely compose my thoughts and prepare for the next opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until then, here's a couple recent photos.  i'm thinking of trying online dating, or maybe just myspace.  so which picture should i use?  they're both quite flattering, if i do say so myself. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Roq9Yhy89SI/AAAAAAAAADg/_wbUoEpcFgE/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Roq9Yhy89SI/AAAAAAAAADg/_wbUoEpcFgE/s320/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083083358527616290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Roq9PBy89RI/AAAAAAAAADY/FE4JAZ03T1o/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Roq9PBy89RI/AAAAAAAAADY/FE4JAZ03T1o/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083083195318859026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-1768634400414663452?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/1768634400414663452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=1768634400414663452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/1768634400414663452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/1768634400414663452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/07/meow-moir.html' title='meow-moir'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Roq7bRy89QI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zVfuuq2gTFs/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-7399597169174777545</id><published>2007-07-01T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:10:29.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for my next impression...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Roq0Bhy89PI/AAAAAAAAADI/bFnBuQdqndE/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Roq0Bhy89PI/AAAAAAAAADI/bFnBuQdqndE/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083073067785975026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...an animal cracker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-7399597169174777545?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/7399597169174777545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=7399597169174777545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/7399597169174777545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/7399597169174777545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-my-next-impression.html' title='for my next impression...'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Roq0Bhy89PI/AAAAAAAAADI/bFnBuQdqndE/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-485787912941388919</id><published>2007-06-18T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:39:35.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.  my name is piscin, and....</title><content type='html'>my humans don't know that I have a bookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RncSnQvqn1I/AAAAAAAAACo/PaAYLvcxihI/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RncSnQvqn1I/AAAAAAAAACo/PaAYLvcxihI/s400/DSC00283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077547570602614610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-485787912941388919?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/485787912941388919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=485787912941388919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/485787912941388919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/485787912941388919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-my-name-is-piscin-and.html' title='hello.  my name is piscin, and....'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RncSnQvqn1I/AAAAAAAAACo/PaAYLvcxihI/s72-c/DSC00283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-6575141427681492107</id><published>2007-06-09T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:19:48.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm told I'm a good sport...but a horrible neighbor</title><content type='html'>friday night.  this was my prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzKXAvqnuI/AAAAAAAAABw/gzLHHUPqJD0/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzKXAvqnuI/AAAAAAAAABw/gzLHHUPqJD0/s400/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074653376825433826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how I felt about the prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzLCAvqnzI/AAAAAAAAACY/0BTJfDJi0W8/s1600-h/DSC00232_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzLCAvqnzI/AAAAAAAAACY/0BTJfDJi0W8/s400/DSC00232_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074654115559808818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the humans aren't quite sure how she got here, but she will pay.  this is my house, and I do not say neighborly things like "mi casa su casa."  no way, jose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but first, I have some questions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is your name?&lt;br /&gt;what is your quest?&lt;br /&gt;what is the average air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzKYgvqnyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3xGrIeqP8os/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzKYgvqnyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3xGrIeqP8os/s400/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074653402595237666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rabbit?  what rabbit?  i don't see a rabbit.  what's a rabbit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the humans came home, they took these away from me, scolding me about some stupid geneva convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzKXwvqnwI/AAAAAAAAACA/AtcmJO6rBek/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzKXwvqnwI/AAAAAAAAACA/AtcmJO6rBek/s400/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074653389710335746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't do conventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruel and unusual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzKYQvqnxI/AAAAAAAAACI/-o91dFB9tM4/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzKYQvqnxI/AAAAAAAAACI/-o91dFB9tM4/s400/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074653398300270354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said prisoner rested comfortably in the refuse room.  the bald one brought her out, probably for a tour -- he can be so hoSPITable.  we had words.  practiced our snake impersonations.  I did restrain myself, though -- and my claws, since she's pretty defenseless except for some trimmed (ha!) hind claws.  she may not even be a real cat...no claws...what kind of human-informed nonsense is that?!  she wasn't much of a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I will say this (and the humans bear witness) &lt;strong&gt;SHE STARTED IT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzM6Qvqn0I/AAAAAAAAACg/TYejRB1DW1o/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzM6Qvqn0I/AAAAAAAAACg/TYejRB1DW1o/s400/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074656181439078210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the humans meanwhile discovered where the vagabond came from, and have returned her to her rightful owner.  i was under the bed when the actual exchange took place, but it sounded like it went well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me it was a tense weekend...i'm glad it's over, and my house is back to normal.  silly humans...this is my house.  and where are my tools of pain?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-6575141427681492107?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/6575141427681492107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=6575141427681492107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/6575141427681492107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/6575141427681492107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-told-im-good-sportbut-horrible.html' title='I&apos;m told I&apos;m a good sport...but a horrible neighbor'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmzKXAvqnuI/AAAAAAAAABw/gzLHHUPqJD0/s72-c/DSC00230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-7934485803716102738</id><published>2007-06-05T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T18:01:30.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the kitty doldrums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmXbAgvqnsI/AAAAAAAAABg/SL_LUj2hB1k/s1600-h/piscinlately.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072701357139074754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmXbAgvqnsI/AAAAAAAAABg/SL_LUj2hB1k/s400/piscinlately.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is why I haven't posted anything lately. I'm so bored. a little depressed. I try to talk to my humans and they just smile and laugh... and no one really pays any attention to me. the huge green frog silently mocks me.  at least the humans have been leaving the blinds open so I can see outside... not that I can ever GO outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, just yesterday the short-hair stepped on my tail. it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;this is the aftermath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmXb-AvqntI/AAAAAAAAABo/riOeELleMvE/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072702413701029586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmXb-AvqntI/AAAAAAAAABo/riOeELleMvE/s400/hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what's weird is that when they came home later that night, and discovered this monstrous act, the short-hair gathered it up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and PUT IT IN A BOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THAT ABOUT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morris, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-7934485803716102738?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/7934485803716102738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=7934485803716102738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/7934485803716102738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/7934485803716102738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/06/lately.html' title='the kitty doldrums'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RmXbAgvqnsI/AAAAAAAAABg/SL_LUj2hB1k/s72-c/piscinlately.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-4505370033519997382</id><published>2007-04-03T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:01:57.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lapcat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The short human is always carrying this black thing around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Figured I'd check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RhKveCuIa-I/AAAAAAAAABY/pRmqcNPYU4U/s1600-h/piscinlaptop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049291062897044450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RhKveCuIa-I/AAAAAAAAABY/pRmqcNPYU4U/s400/piscinlaptop2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;see? I totally fit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049291058602077138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RhKvdyuIa9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/O6DjGAHcPDA/s400/piscinlaptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can be carried around and my human won't have to leave me home all alone by myself all the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's even a nifty strap to keep me secure in here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;now I have to come up with a name for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is going to be great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-4505370033519997382?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/4505370033519997382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=4505370033519997382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/4505370033519997382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/4505370033519997382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-human-is-always-carrying-this.html' title='lapcat'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RhKveCuIa-I/AAAAAAAAABY/pRmqcNPYU4U/s72-c/piscinlaptop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-1111579311249378904</id><published>2007-03-18T16:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T16:39:47.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't we all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Rf2jh9UaLWI/AAAAAAAAABE/6gqWOlIqo8o/s1600-h/pisc-revolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Rf2jh9UaLWI/AAAAAAAAABE/6gqWOlIqo8o/s400/pisc-revolution.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043366961515998562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-1111579311249378904?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/1111579311249378904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=1111579311249378904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/1111579311249378904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/1111579311249378904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-we-all.html' title='don&apos;t we all?'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Rf2jh9UaLWI/AAAAAAAAABE/6gqWOlIqo8o/s72-c/pisc-revolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-5008928375376708280</id><published>2007-03-05T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:10:42.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what humans are good for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/ReyF-G_7t-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/tYFe7wotjbQ/s1600-h/pis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/ReyF-G_7t-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/tYFe7wotjbQ/s400/pis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038549385197893602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Carrying me around on their shoulders&lt;br /&gt;2. Feeding and watering me when I yell at them to&lt;br /&gt;3. Scratching that itch I can't reach&lt;br /&gt;4. Telling me how pretty I am&lt;br /&gt;5. Keeping me safe from the snow monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though they don't understand a word I'm saying, they really do try to understand.  Those poor, simple creatures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-5008928375376708280?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/5008928375376708280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=5008928375376708280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/5008928375376708280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/5008928375376708280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-humans-are-good-for.html' title='what humans are good for'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/ReyF-G_7t-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/tYFe7wotjbQ/s72-c/pis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-3313231201810328503</id><published>2007-02-20T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T10:01:51.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the humans think i know something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RdsM55G8qaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/m0jSUvlywTw/s1600-h/DSCF0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RdsM55G8qaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/m0jSUvlywTw/s400/DSCF0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033631197238700450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RdsJOpG8qYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oRkr3jIaPkQ/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RdsJOpG8qYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oRkr3jIaPkQ/s400/DSCF0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033627155674474882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was nabbed.  i was taken to the liquid room.  they shut the door.  i was placed in the waterfall box.  i was drenched and some substance was rubbed into my fur.  it was one of the most horrifying experiences of my life, next to the portable cage.  *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i was then subjected to more drenching, and then i was shaken by what looked like large tents.  and then they brought out the little red wind machine.  terror of terrors!   i was paralyzed by fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i talked!  mercy of morris, i talked!  they caught me completely by surprise and i'm ashamed to say that i must have given some sensitive information before i knew what happening.  anything to make them stop!  oh, garfield!  i then tried my best to feed the humans lies, but i don't know if they bought it.  i didn't think they had cracked my code language, but they are sneaky.  i babbled like a kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RdsJzJG8qZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0n5-NZMejUE/s1600-h/DSCF0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RdsJzJG8qZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0n5-NZMejUE/s400/DSCF0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033627782739700114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's strange, though.  i feel oddly refreshed.  like i'm wearing new skin.  sufferin' succotash, those humans are wily.  i will have to be more careful.  i must have done something to tip them off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-3313231201810328503?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/3313231201810328503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=3313231201810328503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/3313231201810328503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/3313231201810328503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/02/humans-think-i-know-something.html' title='the humans think i know something'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/RdsM55G8qaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/m0jSUvlywTw/s72-c/DSCF0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-7677923280263827215</id><published>2007-02-09T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T18:52:17.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HERRROOOOOOOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Rc0IZJG8qXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SvvFo5dRYXI/s1600-h/DSCF0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Rc0IZJG8qXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SvvFo5dRYXI/s400/DSCF0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029685586877524338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new favorite movie is team america.  stupid puppet humans.  this is my kim jung il impression.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be afraid.  be very afraid, humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-7677923280263827215?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/7677923280263827215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=7677923280263827215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/7677923280263827215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/7677923280263827215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-afraid-be-very-afraid.html' title='HERRROOOOOOOOOO!!!'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eca04r9HSbc/Rc0IZJG8qXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SvvFo5dRYXI/s72-c/DSCF0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-440957892944262245</id><published>2006-12-01T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:09:32.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>monsters in the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5047/3730/1600/412050/DSCF0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5047/3730/400/337682/DSCF0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there were these two monsters outside my bedroom window the other night.  the humans flashed the dreaded bright lights at them, but they did not run away.  it was so horrifying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did mock them from a safe distance, behind glass, but i don't think they were paying attention.  they seemed busy eating something.  probably dead remains.  *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one appeared today IN BROAD DAYLIGHT!!  the short-hair flashed more bright lights at it and eventually it ran off into the woods.  i'm positive it was a scout.  hopefully the bright lights convinced it to leave us alone.  i don't know if i'm going to be able to sleep tonight!!!  i may have to sleep closer to the humans.  they're warm anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little shook up.  i can't wait for the human to close the blinds.  i keep imaging this monster just hovering out there in the snow.  creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still trying to figure out what to put under the tree for the chris-human.  i don't want him to be able to KNOW right off the bat what i've taken that he might miss....any suggestions???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and by the way, somehow a posted comment from a red-haired friend -- the one with the brown-haired human attached to his arm -- way to go! -- got deleted.  i'm terribly embarrassed...i think one of my humans is to blame.  they're so inept and clutsy.  please don't lose faith in me, friend!  you're the only one i have on the inside...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5047/3730/1600/278036/DSCF0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5047/3730/400/842249/DSCF0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the monsters came back.  i knew that one was a scout!!!!  this time there were 3 of them (!) and a hop-floppy.  like some strange animal planet family.   this time my human did NOT use the bright flashes, but it was kind of fun to watch the little monsters head-butt each other.  they were pretty paranoid (constantly looking around, never able to really enjoy their meal), so i felt kind of sorry for them.  kind of.  and they're outside in the cold.  i'm pretty warm and toasty in here.  i guess i should count my blessings.  hopefully all my cat lives will be this warm and dry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-440957892944262245?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/440957892944262245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=440957892944262245&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/440957892944262245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/440957892944262245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/12/monsters-in-night.html' title='monsters in the night'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-3059598200103637652</id><published>2006-11-28T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T15:43:17.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chris-miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5047/3730/1600/DSCF0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5047/3730/400/DSCF0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i've never figured out why, once a year, my humans display a false tree and put color all over it.  now there are strangely decorated boxes and shapes underneath it.  in my  investigations i've discovered that the silvery strands are quite tasty, but i get yelled at when "they" see me doing it.  don't worry, i eat my share in secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard reference made to "chris-miss", though i can't quite figure out what he's missing.  the best i can figure is the short-haired-human took some of his things, have hidden them underneath this poky tree and eventually she'll let him have his stuff back.  now that makes sense.  i could get into that.  maybe i'll put my own contribution under the tree later.  i'm not sure how much time i have, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bald-one keeps checking out the window for snow, so maybe once there's snow he'll get his stuff back.  this also makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime i will continue my diet of "tinsel" (that word was hollered when i was caught chewing on it, so maybe that's what they call it...either that or it's a not-nice word directed at me...i hope that's the name of the silver stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on this chris-miss event later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super secret piscin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-3059598200103637652?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/3059598200103637652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=3059598200103637652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/3059598200103637652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/3059598200103637652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-never-figured-out-why-once-year-my.html' title='chris-miss'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-116356999471389872</id><published>2006-11-15T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:09:16.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/1600/DSCF0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/400/DSCF0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; do i look fat to you?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/1600/DSCF0009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/200/DSCF0009.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the third human showed up the other day.  i had almost forgotten all about her.  i didn't realize that i missed her being around.  when the other humans were gone, it was just nice to know that i wasn't alone.  even if all she ever did do was sleep.  i tried to tell her as much, but she just laughed at me.  crazy human.  i'm guessing i'll probably still see her every once in awhile anyway.  it still creeps me out, though, how much she and the short human sound alike.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, she didn't have anything exciting hidden in her golden bag.&lt;br /&gt;i checked.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/1600/DSCF0005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/200/DSCF0005.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of my days now are to break the rules without my humans knowing about it.  it's my own private revenge and source of satisfaction.  ha!  gone are the days when they would hose me down from the kitchen sink and then punish me by putting me in the shaking-white-box room that gets really hot like a sauna.  no more torture for me!  i have them hoodwinked, that's for sure.    some of my adventures might be at an end, though, for i've been discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this evening while they were minding their own business, i decided to do the most daring thing i could do.  no guts, no meow mix; right?  and then the short one appears and i barely have enough time to jump down and act as if nothing had happened.  talk about getting the adrenaline pumping!  i think my grunt as i hit the floor might have given me away, because she's been using her scolding tone of voice all night.  and THEN the hairy one discovered evidence -- some of my fur, undeniably -- on the counter.  sufferin' succotash!  so careless of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently my punishment was to be subjected to blinding flashes of light while being held in awkward positions.  i don't understand it, but it certainly wasn't pleasant.  i saw spots for hours.  i wish they would just look directly at the sun.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/1600/DSCF0011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/400/DSCF0011.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-116356999471389872?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/116356999471389872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=116356999471389872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/116356999471389872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/116356999471389872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/11/contemplation.html' title='contemplation'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-116356796330946888</id><published>2006-11-15T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:19:23.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/1600/DSCF0012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/400/DSCF0012.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten days ago my world turned upside down. things started disappearing from the domicile. then i was locked in an empty room with only my food and water dishes (oh, and the portapooper, thank you very much) to keep me company. i heard voices, doors being opened and closed, and lots of things moving, footsteps going up and down the stairs. and i smelled bagels. i'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few hours later my humans entered the room and proceeded to remove ME from the place i had learned to call home. i was taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've still not fully recovered from the experience, but i was only out-of-door for mere minutes (though it certainly felt like years at the time). in essence, my humans transplanted me to a different, stranger, smaller (though similarly colored) home-like compartment. most of my favorite things are here also (except for the sofa...it's a mystery what really happened to it) and now the ground is a lot closer when i peer out the windows of my new cell. there is a bright spot to my captivity, and that is the VERY wide, VERY comfortable window sill in the humans sleeping area. and whether it's coincidence or fate or luck, i can actually reach the sill from my fuzzy carpet tower. it's brilliant and allows me some small comfort, if not hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen near as many birds as i used to, but it is getting cold outside and i've noticed that their presence greatly diminishes once the ground turns white. i did see a hop-floppy the other night, and soon after a demon bird that can turn it's head completely around without killing itself. thankfully my captors arrived a few minutes later and the demon bird flew away. talk about your creepy animal kingdom. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is also the suspicious disappearance of the third human that i haven't quite figured out. i might have been seeing things, but i swear she was here for a couple hours last week. the short human actually conversed with her and they watched the moving box together, so i'm sure she was really here. i gave her a talking to, but i don't think she took me seriously. annoying human. she was my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a little trickier to get to the computer to update my blog since the computers are in the same room now. oh well, i just hope my faithful minions will be patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-116356796330946888?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/116356796330946888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=116356796330946888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/116356796330946888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/116356796330946888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-10_15.html' title='day 10'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-116053840901000017</id><published>2006-10-10T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:46:49.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not at my best</title><content type='html'>don'tcha just hate those pictures that make you look like you're on drugs?  leave it to my humans to do just that, PLUS somehow getting my catnip toy in the shot as well, as if i'm ashamed and trying to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/1600/DSCF0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/400/DSCF0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of these days i'll get them back....one of these days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-116053840901000017?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/116053840901000017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=116053840901000017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/116053840901000017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/116053840901000017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-at-my-best.html' title='not at my best'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-115850940716442632</id><published>2006-09-17T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:32:10.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1,761</title><content type='html'>so i was left alone with the rotund one this weekend, no thanks to the short one.  if and when she returns there will be tongue lashings i promise you. the fool even believes that she can trick me with her amatuer attempts at deceit and disguise. her fur seems to be growing longer and longer, but trust me i still know who she is. and not to mention that it is always curly and wild, come to think of it, i have yet to see her lick herself once, maybe if she did she could get control of that mop. OR do what the portly one did this weekend and remove all of the fur on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was weird, it must have been some kind of warrior ritual, as he took all of his fur off, then sat down in front of the moving picture box with a gigantic plate of kibble (oh he brought me some kibble too, a bowl of hard gravel, very reminiscent of grape nuts, but i gave him a thank you lick on the cheek anyway, a thank you lick that was just previously washing my kitty parts !!! HA ).  But he just sat there from morning till night and proceeded to watch other men chase after each other and tackle them into the ground. even as i type this sunday morning, it appears he is readying himself for yet another day of this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was really confusing is it appeared they were playing keep away, but when the other group retrieved the artifact, they would keep it in their possession for a while and then GIVE IT BACK TO THE ENEMY?!?! what kind of logic is that? i say now that you have recovered this treasure, take it and go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/1600/70f674c6-63ae-42a6-a8ba-7b09ca10affa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/70f674c6-63ae-42a6-a8ba-7b09ca10affa.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if nothing else this weekend i did learn that when i do eventually take over this planet, i am going to have my human slaves brought before me to perform this "football" as i gather it was called (although the use of ones feet only seems to be the means by which to get to the oblong ball, maybe it should be called ballball or howabout just ball?) maybe i will even tie a ball to the end of a string and tie the string to a stick and dangle it over their heads and make them chase it for hours and look a fool, like i have seen them do to my brethren with a stupid feather or some weird, but very pretty and eye catching piece of bait. but anyway, when they play it before me there will be a couple of minute details i would like to change.&lt;br /&gt;1. the periods should be shorter, i don't have all day and it did drag in some places&lt;br /&gt;2. THEY SHALL FIGHT TO THE DEATH !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitty out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I pray to the god of felines, Morris,  to bring victory to the Panthers, Jaguars, Lions, and Bengals !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-115850940716442632?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/115850940716442632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=115850940716442632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115850940716442632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115850940716442632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-1761.html' title='Day 1,761'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-115609968310021836</id><published>2006-08-20T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:48:03.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>looking down on the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2339/1640/1600/DSCF0018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2339/1640/400/DSCF0018.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hello, adoring fans!!  it is i, once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to learn the telltale signs for when the brigand bipeds are planning to leave me.  nay, ABANDON me.  and THIS time, the secluded one departed as well.  WHAT IS THAT ABOUT?!  do i smell bad?  it's not my fault!!  seriously, people and pets.  there is nothing i can do about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telltale sign #1:  a veritable MOUND of food in my food dish, overflowing onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;telltale sign #2:  the refuse device lid left in the UP position in one or both of the refuse rooms.&lt;br /&gt;telltale sign #3:  multiple bag type objects HANGING off the hapless humans, being carted out of the apartment. &lt;br /&gt;telltale sign #4:  both humans getting all up in my grill to pet my head, speak to me with strange voice inflections and WAVE to me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is this WAVING about?  i really don't get it.  do they think i can wave back?  can't really do that.  i can BAT things with my kitty paws, but it doesn't really come across as waving.  it comes across more like, HEY PAPARAZZI, I SAID GET OUT OF MY FACE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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one has lost the use of her legs. seriously, the woman has not left her lazy girl chair for nearly the past two days. normally i have to sit on her lap in order to keep her from getting up and leaving me. but not so anymore, in fact i have taken several walks, finished the latest harry potter novel AND went to the bathroom only to find that she still sat in the same place, with a wire leading from her hands to the moving box in the corner. sad really, she was a good pet, but i fear i may have to put her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of putting down the humans, ...the fat one tried to tell me that i didn't NEED any more food or water, to which i informed him that he didn't NEED to live any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/1600/DSCF0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i got both food AND water. fresh cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must go, i hear one of them meandering down the hall and they will be here any moment, unless they stop at the cooling box to stuff their faces.  if you ask me, I should be the one eating at my leisure, and THEY should be the ones on a portion controled diet of water and burnt popcorn kerrnels. or whatever this crap is in my dish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously, would it be so hard to add a little gravy to this garbage?! or maybe even try one of those fresh, soft kitty meals i see advertised on the moving box. hmmm? whadd'ya say?  naaawww, i didn't think so ya cheap bastards. stick with the 50 lbs of rock salt for $3, i just looooooove that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! they are here i must go, viva la kitty-lution !!!!&lt;div 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grape nuts the same thing?'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-115528498450944568</id><published>2006-08-11T04:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T04:30:40.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>abandoned AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2339/1640/1600/DSCF0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2339/1640/400/DSCF0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$^_(*5(&amp;^%     HUMANS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-115499820334199221</id><published>2006-08-07T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:50:04.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the biped blues</title><content type='html'>weekends are so long when the humans are gone.  i don't know where they went, and it was kind of a surprise that they left.  all of a sudden they were crowding around me and picking me up, and then they walked out the door.  i wonder if that's what death will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other one, the loud one, she stayed here.  i will give her credit, though.  she made sure i had food and beverage.  i bet the other two put her up to it.  the left behind one, she hung out with a familiar human i call "the royal one".  i recognized her and she hangs out with the married ones a lot, so i let her stay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, it was a boring weekend.  no one to give me chocolate frosting, no one's stomach to sleep on, no arms to stretch my claws on, no one to watch the tv shows I like with, and no one to talk to that REALLY understands me.  the secluded one usually just mocks me.  the royal one i think genuinely likes me, and she always greets me quite pleasantly.  i'm glad i let her live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went through a sort of withdrawal when both the bipeds left me this weekend.  i didn't start feeling back to my normal self until they had been home a few hours.  this home is so empty when they leave.  it makes me want to brave that moving box thing again, just so i don't feel left behind.  all the fast-moving scenery and images was very confusing for my little brain, but i didn't get sick so it can't be all bad...and they seemed to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's my next goal.  clock more time in the box-on-wheels so i can spend more time with my humans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glad they're home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-115499820334199221?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/115499820334199221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=115499820334199221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115499820334199221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/400/Picture%20106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ummm...there may have been some confusion earlier where i said I love Cats and Dogs but not real ones.  It's true!  I've chosen to tolerate a couple temporarily (Chloe and Kelsey), but they're technically family.  Can't choose 'em,  you know; they're not going anywhere.  I put my paw down, though, while i was there.  i was not to be bothered.  and i mama-puppy-slapped that hyper mongrel more than once.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really don't like other cats.  It might be due to repressed anger from being separated from my sister at 6 months old, not wanting to allow any other cat close because it would only by a mockery of our bond -- and how could I possibly do that to her memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I know?  I'm just a cat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, we were living in a box close to water.  (and HUGE predatory birds, but that's another story)  I lived with just the two humans then.  They thought they would be kind to a homeless cat (they didn't know any better, really).  They fed it some of MY food, out on the doorstep.  Then for some reason thought maybe it would like to come INSIDE for an evening visit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLD THE LITTER BOX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened the door, it walked in.  into MY domain.  I approached slowly, my low warning growl on "low."  when it started to warm up to its situation, walking towards me like an old pal, i let her/him/it have it!  soon i had it cornered in the bedroom and was making quick work of her/him/it (i was too busy kicking its ass to check the plumbing, as crude humans say).  the humans were making some crazy noises (scared to death, i'm sure) and i heard my name a lot (my own personal cheering section!), but I took care of the problem.  one of them opened the front door and the stray escaped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was given a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;protecting your country sure makes you hungry.  too bad i didn't know about chocolate then.  i would have demanded a much higher quality treat for my trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-115403153281097243?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/115403153281097243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=115403153281097243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115403153281097243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115403153281097243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-i-like-you.html' title='do i like you?'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-115403073074749202</id><published>2006-07-27T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:05:30.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Cats and Dogs! (but not real ones)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/1600/DSCF0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufferin' succotash, i love the movie Cats and Dogs.  I watched it today while my humans were away.  The secluded one was, well, secluded in her room.  She had no clue what I was up to.  I was prepared to "assume the gravyboat position," as she likes to say, and feign disinterest, as if the other two had absentmindedly left the TV on (plausible since the female IS getting rather absentminded-professor-ish.)  But, Plan L was not needed; saved for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up trying to teach the my language to my captors.  (I'm feeling a little imprisoned today)  They're getting better at reading the TONE of my voice, and following me if I'm REALLY persistent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got to eat chocolate.  Not much, since I was informed it could kill me, but a microbe of it.  HEAVEN ON EARTH.  And not just any chocolate, some frosting off a Hostess cupcake.  Me Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch my movie again.  Because I can!  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-115403073074749202?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/115403073074749202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=115403073074749202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115403073074749202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115403073074749202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-cats-and-dogs-but-not-real-ones.html' title='I love Cats and Dogs! (but not real ones)'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-115340664404179295</id><published>2006-07-20T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:44:04.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mellowdramatic moping</title><content type='html'>humans are so clumsy.  they can't control their limbs.  this morning, i was just minding my own business, relaxing on their super-sized bed, when the short one repositioned her arm and, in doing so, bopped me in the mouth.  i say "bopped," because that's the noise it made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't injured, but my self-esteem was hurt a little.  like when you get hit, but it didn't hurt, but it completely surprised you, so you think you're hurt.  or at least you act like it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, she tried to make me feel better, apologizing, smoothing my fur, telling me it was an accident.  (this is where learning human-speak really comes in handy, otherwise i would have had no other option but the claws)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't bear to look at her.  i can't bear to not be near her, but i just can't look at her.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy heathcliff, listen to me!  you'd think i was human myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-115340664404179295?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/115340664404179295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=115340664404179295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115340664404179295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115340664404179295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/07/mellowdramatic-moping.html' title='mellowdramatic moping'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-115310731369474084</id><published>2006-07-16T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:35:13.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mysterious pigment</title><content type='html'>today my hut-mates, the humans, abandoned me.  for a time, but they abandoned me nonetheless.  the military-minded one took my previous advice and DID leave . . . only to return after awhile and continue his drills; this time they include baseball.  what a confusing program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the females left with another female, carrying bags and a large blanket.  maybe someday i'll see "the beach" for myself.  i watched sadly as the short one wagged her hand at me, said something unintelligible (i know it was to me, i heard my name being spoken) and closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's where it gets wierd.  apparently there is a high level of radiation at "the beach" for when the girls returned, something had happened to their skin.  it must not be painful, though, because no one seemed particularly concerned.  they were all either considerably darker, or different hues of pink and red.  so strange.  at least if i ever walk outside i won't have to worry about that happening to me.  my fur will protect me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-115310731369474084?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/115310731369474084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=115310731369474084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115310731369474084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115310731369474084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/07/mysterious-pigment.html' title='mysterious pigment'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-115246709093310785</id><published>2006-07-09T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T13:46:25.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>treachery in the domicile</title><content type='html'>yesterday the short one left. she said not where she was going. only "be good"...what ever the duece that means! &lt;br /&gt;as if some kind of a sick joke she left the fat one in charge.  oh he is sure to feed himself but i will probably have to steal from his plate when he leaves the room like i normally do. i believe he is receiving military training. ever since the short one left he has been in front of a monitor practicing military procedures and killing little pretend humans.  &lt;br /&gt;hhmph, maybe he should practice getting on a treadmill. &lt;br /&gt;IT'S 85 AND SUNNY FAT MAN!!! GET OUT AND LIVE A LITTLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh if and when the pig tailed one returns there is a meeting scheduled with her cheek and the back of my paw. this type of treachery will not go unnoticed or unretaliated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark my words humans, the day will come when your cereal will have an odd sort of taste that you won't be able to place, but i will know the origins my friends, i will know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-115246709093310785?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/115246709093310785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=115246709093310785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115246709093310785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115246709093310785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/07/treachery-in-domicile.html' title='treachery in the domicile'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-115213265901860267</id><published>2006-07-05T16:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:53:23.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>water into whine</title><content type='html'>You know, I hate to sound like I'm always complaining.  And I  know that the short one is "getting on up there in years."  But I had to ask not once, not twice, but THREE times for her to feed me.  I even walked into the pantry to point at the catfood bag but she just shooed me out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN, while she was talking into a device she held up to her ear (I really think she's just talking to herself), she actually NOTICED my food dish.  Triumph!  And then she just walked back into her red room and promptly forgot.  As Garfield himself once said, "Aaaaaargh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I resorted to another measure.  I figured it was worth a try.  I sat at her feet, looked up at her, licked my chops and whined a little bit.  I abhor whining, but when a girl is hungry, a girl is hungry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She caught on pretty quick, I will say, and apologized profusely.  I was so relieved that I cantered back to my food dish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be fat someday, but by Morris, I'm going to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-115213265901860267?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/115213265901860267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=115213265901860267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115213265901860267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115213265901860267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/07/water-into-whine_05.html' title='water into whine'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-115195352701964410</id><published>2006-07-03T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:07:21.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today's lesson</title><content type='html'>i taught my human the word "water" today.  i'm not holding my breath, but we'll see if she understands when i say it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*meow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30561207-115195352701964410?l=thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/feeds/115195352701964410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30561207&amp;postID=115195352701964410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115195352701964410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30561207/posts/default/115195352701964410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekittenrevolutionwillnotbetelevised.blogspot.com/2006/07/todays-lesson.html' title='today&apos;s lesson'/><author><name>miss piscin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12877160875710573247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/320/DSCF0031.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561207.post-115187617395463749</id><published>2006-07-02T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:53:11.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>forget big brother</title><content type='html'>i am watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/3280/1600/DSCF0031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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