<?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-4406595402650219068</id><updated>2011-08-14T06:52:31.790-07:00</updated><category term='turtle'/><category term='pet store'/><category term='control'/><category term='sad'/><category term='alarm'/><category term='rappin&apos;'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='socks'/><category term='donate'/><category term='bedtime'/><category term='birds'/><category term='Dunkin. Cat'/><category term='deshedding'/><category term='napping'/><category term='shelter'/><category term='One'/><category term='smile'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='balloons'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='family'/><category term='Truck'/><category term='email'/><category term='pic'/><category term='bed'/><category term='work'/><category term='catnip'/><category term='contest'/><category term='motorcycle'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='kitten'/><category term='dunkin'/><category term='Furminator'/><category term='Sink'/><category term='happybanana'/><category term='june'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Fish'/><category term='nap'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='cobra'/><category term='Chicken'/><category term='dogs cats summer'/><category term='fetish'/><category term='angry'/><category term='bullying'/><category term='duckie'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Tweets'/><category term='plan'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='shhhh'/><category term='sunshine'/><category term='litterbox'/><category term='floaties'/><category term='cat'/><category term='found'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='love'/><category term='handsome'/><category term='mischief'/><category term='sky'/><category term='humans'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='crate'/><category term='july 4th'/><category term='box'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='momma'/><category term='RV'/><category term='Name'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='Rap'/><category term='water'/><category term='lucky'/><category term='presents'/><category term='Omega'/><category term='blanket'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Winner'/><category term='pawty'/><category term='cabinets'/><category term='disquise'/><category term='duckies'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='car'/><category term='Song'/><category term='clouds'/><category term='cater'/><category term='anipals'/><category term='collar'/><category term='do not disturb'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='disguise'/><category term='july'/><category term='tool'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day Cat'/><category term='Saturday'/><category term='party'/><category term='steal'/><category term='dog'/><category term='Camping'/><category term='blog'/><category term='rooster'/><category term='hiss'/><category term='Duckie club'/><category term='toys'/><category term='9lives'/><category term='life'/><category term='Milk'/><category term='daddy'/><category term='fur'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='donuts'/><category term='food'/><category term='carnival'/><category term='play'/><category term='bag'/><category term='grooming'/><category term='Missing'/><category term='hulk'/><category term='upside down'/><title type='text'>A Cat's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm not your average cat.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-6962390380508018200</id><published>2009-08-16T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:24:52.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><title type='text'>On The Road Again...</title><content type='html'>Daddy came home on Friday and momma said ''Come here Dunkin'', I wasn't sure what was going on but next minute I was being put into my crate and heading out the door. She said to me '' I told you I have a surprise.''  Still not knowing what my surprise but I knew it wasn't a trip to the Vet cause I'm not due for several more months. (oh yes, I keep track and so should all you cats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then put into the truck! Yay, I then realized what my surprise was. I was about to go on a ROAD TRIP!  Woo-Hoo.  This cat loves road trips.  You see, since I've been a kitty my humans have always taken me on many road trips. Most of them ends up with us staying in our house on wheels.  I love going to that cause its so much fun. I have my own secret hiding spots that I won't even share with my friends. (sorry, but a cat has to keep some things private)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomsdcP7loI/AAAAAAAAAMA/enqhG0djlqw/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomsdcP7loI/AAAAAAAAAMA/enqhG0djlqw/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371013652415223426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really good on road trips. No need for me to worry. I don't meow or cry like some of the other cats I know. I just enjoy the ride. I even like the music that the humans tend to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it we were driving down the highway and I was comfy as can be.  I always stay in my crate while we are heading there but coming home is a different story.  I always know when we are almost home cause momma will open the crate and let me have a look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomsrKRlGrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FYVGnCWEQjg/s1600-h/roadtrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomsrKRlGrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FYVGnCWEQjg/s320/roadtrip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371013888108468914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy says I'm a backseat driver but I really don't know what that means.  Do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a great weekend. I hope you had a good weekend too. What did you do? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-6962390380508018200?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6962390380508018200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-road-again.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/6962390380508018200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/6962390380508018200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-road-again.html' title='On The Road Again...'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomsdcP7loI/AAAAAAAAAMA/enqhG0djlqw/s72-c/IMG_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-5447393704288394483</id><published>2009-08-14T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:24:52.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><title type='text'>Another Friday..what does it bring....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, you can believe at how fast this month is flying by? I can't believe it's another Friday. As I mentioned before I love Fridays for so many reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma told me today that her and daddy have a surprise for me but I have to wait till daddy gets home. Nothing different there, I always have to wait for daddy. MOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let you know as soon as I find out what my surprise is. Until then, hope everyone has a Pawesome weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*nosetaps &amp;amp; Kitty kisses * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Somm1p5lgsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gaGVwyIs1I0/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371007471326692034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Somm1p5lgsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gaGVwyIs1I0/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(waiting on the steps for daddy to hurry up and get home) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-5447393704288394483?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5447393704288394483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-fridaywhat-does-it-bring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5447393704288394483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5447393704288394483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-fridaywhat-does-it-bring.html' title='Another Friday..what does it bring....'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Somm1p5lgsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gaGVwyIs1I0/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-1687078701235578600</id><published>2009-08-12T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:11:39.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litterbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>I Go In Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Somi3KKcQfI/AAAAAAAAALY/eiL8R-TFZKo/s1600-h/IMG_5532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371003099120681458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Somi3KKcQfI/AAAAAAAAALY/eiL8R-TFZKo/s320/IMG_5532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what I got? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, not another duckie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, not a new toy or treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a very special present from my Twitter friend @nicedogshop. You see, @nicedogshop has these pawesome monthly contest (Check them out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicedogshop.com/"&gt;http://www.nicedogshop.com&lt;/a&gt; ) Not just for dogs! They love all us furry friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They run their contest for a whole month and at the end of the month they announce the winner and for the month of July it was ME! (yes, I am one lucky cat lately) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got an Omega Self Cleaning Litter Box! It's this really cool litter box that eliminates the need for your human to scoop litter. Think how happy your momma or daddy would be not to have to touch your messes anymore. Ok, in my case, it makes momma happy cause daddy never touched my box. I think he has litterphobia so momma has been stuck doing it daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomjI1b6GlI/AAAAAAAAALg/mP_oRIdUuCQ/s1600-h/IMG_5544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371003402794441298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomjI1b6GlI/AAAAAAAAALg/mP_oRIdUuCQ/s320/IMG_5544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This present is for me and my momma. (so she shouldn't complain that she never wins anything for herself, cause she just did, MOL) It makes my momma so happy to be able to do things easier and less messy too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out. It came in this box, Yes, another box for me. I told you I am lucky. Momma took it out and she worked some kind of magic because within seconds she put it together. I was very impressed at how it easy it was to put together. No little parts or tools needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I like best about it is that its has a cover. I go into my litter box and nobody can see me. I actually get to go in private. Trust me, that is a big thing for me. I don't like to be interrupted and this allows me to go with complete privacy. How cool is that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Somjor0dLZI/AAAAAAAAALo/qWH9O-VEgO8/s1600-h/IMG_5549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371003949968862610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Somjor0dLZI/AAAAAAAAALo/qWH9O-VEgO8/s320/IMG_5549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They come in two different sizes, so you if have more than one cat or you have a big cat, like myself, you can get the bigger size but if not, they have a smaller size too. There is plenty of room for me to do my duties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once inside, its just like a normal litter box for me. Momma fills it with clumping litter. When its time for her to clean the box all she has to do is roll the top to the floor and back. There is a plastic grill inside that separates the clean litter from the dirty litter. See the simple instructions below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Somj2C3ydDI/AAAAAAAAALw/jfxKM2FTr6M/s1600-h/96750133_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371004179495154738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Somj2C3ydDI/AAAAAAAAALw/jfxKM2FTr6M/s320/96750133_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How easy is that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going in style with the Omega Auto Clean Litter Box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thank you from both myself and my momma. You're Cattastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-1687078701235578600?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1687078701235578600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-go-in-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/1687078701235578600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/1687078701235578600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-go-in-style.html' title='I Go In Style'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Somi3KKcQfI/AAAAAAAAALY/eiL8R-TFZKo/s72-c/IMG_5532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-5447768446696282730</id><published>2009-08-09T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:24:52.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humans'/><title type='text'>What's Inside?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomZlW9C2BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-VqQ8kqOEgA/s1600-h/IMG_5512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370992897711855634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomZlW9C2BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-VqQ8kqOEgA/s320/IMG_5512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, its me!  MOL  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans came home shopping and brought me back a bag. Ok, the bag wasn't for me. The put it on the floor while they were unpacking and I found it. I quickly claimed it as my own and then hid under it waiting for the humans to leave the room so I could continue playing with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much fun with the bag. Every time the humans would walk by I quickly became quiet so they wouldn't see me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, wait, they went shopping - so what was in the bag? I wonder if it was anything for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go check and see if I can find any new treats for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-5447768446696282730?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5447768446696282730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-inside.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5447768446696282730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5447768446696282730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-inside.html' title='What&apos;s Inside?'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomZlW9C2BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-VqQ8kqOEgA/s72-c/IMG_5512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-5682107303555967558</id><published>2009-08-08T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:27:30.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cobra'/><title type='text'>Cruising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomXA_bp40I/AAAAAAAAALI/7BASMNYxGU0/s1600-h/CAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370990073899246402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomXA_bp40I/AAAAAAAAALI/7BASMNYxGU0/s320/CAR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekends are made for cruising. I got my bright red cobra and I'm hitting the road. Who knows where its gonna take me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOL - ok, ok, its not my car. My humans went to a car show and took pictures of all kinds are really pawesome cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This car here is like the car my daddy use to have in the UK but sold when he moved to the states. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I look good in it. Who knows, maybe someday I'll learn how to drive....till then, I'll stick with watching cars drive by my window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-5682107303555967558?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5682107303555967558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/cruising.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5682107303555967558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5682107303555967558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/cruising.html' title='Cruising'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomXA_bp40I/AAAAAAAAALI/7BASMNYxGU0/s72-c/CAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-5674986257729276536</id><published>2009-08-04T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:12:49.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Can This Week Get Any Better: I Got a New Bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomNX8h9xkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/g9N_SlgntRg/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370979473141122626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomNX8h9xkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/g9N_SlgntRg/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I be such a lucky cat? Yesterday I got surprises in the mail and today I got another! There was a knock on the door and this man was standing there talking to momma. He told her that he had a delivery for Mr. Dunkin - I was like ''hey that's me'' - Somebody has sent me a big box to play in! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait for momma to open the box so I could jump right in and play with it. I mean, a cat always dreams of having the biggest box there is to play with and here it was sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370979803184770594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomNrKCgLiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YpJMXsy2tSk/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma opened the box and I jumped right in! But wait! There is something in this box! Ooooh, this is really comfy - what could it be? It was covered in plastic - which I love to lick, but momma quickly took it out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to play in the box anymore - I wanted to see what this comfy thing was that I jumped on. Momma put it down on the floor. I ran right over to and began to sniff it. (I like to sniff things) It didn't smell like kibble or treats so I knew it wasn't something for my belly -or was it? I started to walk on to it and wow, it was so comfy, just like it was in the box. I put all my paws on it and soon laid right down. My belly was happy too cause of it being so soft. It was a bed! I got a new bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that there was this ribbon so I began to play with and tug it hard with my teeth. All of a sudden the bed opened up wide and I had tons more room. This was Pawesome! Even my duckies could fit on this bed for a nap with me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomOaL0_kYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nZfqvr_hfDk/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370980611118829954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomOaL0_kYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nZfqvr_hfDk/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma told me that my wonderful friends at @kritterkondo sent this huge bed to me because I won their contest. Momma says I'm one lucky cat. She never wins anything for herself but I get tons of pressies! (momma then said she was lucky the day she adopted me - I think she was just saying that so she could share my bed, but no way!) MOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed has this wonderful pony print - check it out in the pictures. I love the feel of it and I can use either side or pull the ribbon again and make it all sorts or sizes or shape. I like it opened all the way because I tend to take up tons of room when I nap. I'm a stretcher and love to have my paws going in all sorts of direction. This is the purrfect bed for that! Just look at all the room I still have on this bed, even with my big tummy! MOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomOuUJbt6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zyVi_IT5UAQ/s1600-h/IMG_5345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370980956949428130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomOuUJbt6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zyVi_IT5UAQ/s320/IMG_5345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370981160459078818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomO6KR6jKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-7eDzpSE7IM/s320/IMG_5356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to share the news with all my friends on Twitter - I quickly showed them all the great pics of me being comfy in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already met Madi &amp;amp; Abi from @kritterkondo - check them out on Twitter or even better, check out their website at &lt;a href="http://www.kritterkommunity.com/"&gt;http://www.kritterkommunity.com&lt;/a&gt; - they have this pawesome outdoor enclosure that allows your cat or small dog to enjoy the outdoors with you safely. My momma said this is purrfect for many that live in apartments like me. Momma also said this would be good for someone like us because we go on road trips and they take me camping with them in the 5th wheel RV but I'm not allowed to go outside because I don't know the camp and it wouldn't be safe but using something like the @KritterKondo - it would be purrfect. (It's on mommas'wish list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bed. A big thank you to Madi &amp;amp; Abi and their human for making me feel oh so comfy. I also wanted to tell them that I learnt something new too, the bed is light enough for me to drag with my teeth. Momma wakes up some morning and finds the bed in all different areas of the house. MOL She can't figure out how I am doing it, silly human! (it's just our secret, ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomPnVjDvvI/AAAAAAAAALA/gLSn_ZH4Qsg/s1600-h/bed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370981936577887986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomPnVjDvvI/AAAAAAAAALA/gLSn_ZH4Qsg/s320/bed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to take another nap - I think I sleep more now. MOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-5674986257729276536?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5674986257729276536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-this-week-get-any-better-i-got-new.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5674986257729276536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5674986257729276536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-this-week-get-any-better-i-got-new.html' title='Can This Week Get Any Better: I Got a New Bed!'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SomNX8h9xkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/g9N_SlgntRg/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-5660211552413583846</id><published>2009-08-03T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:24:52.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catnip'/><title type='text'>Surprise Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful weekend with my humans but before you knew it, Monday was here. Mondays are usually pretty boring around here. I just spend most of the day sleeping because of my busy weekends but this Monday was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma went out to get the mail. The mailman came early today, which is really unusual. I usually have to sit in the window for hours waiting for his truck. (this is one truck that I love the sound of and usually come running when I hear it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma came back in the house and said ''Dunkin, you got a surprise in the mail'' - I was like -''oooh let me see, let me see! ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two packages from @grpetsupply - I won their contest! Woo-Hoo! I couldn't wait to open my packages and see what was inside them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Solvc1JeJ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q78Vnwq9CMs/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370946571709851458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Solvc1JeJ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q78Vnwq9CMs/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was in a bag, much easier on my teeth as I could just tear open the side and them momma helped me with the rest. I knew it had to be something wonderful because their website is the coolest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SolvtE3F0gI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tFQ55CQHjLo/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370946850805633538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SolvtE3F0gI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tFQ55CQHjLo/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside I found a beautiful collar - a Man-Cat collar. I've never had a collar before. This one also had a bell on that. I wasn't sure if I was gonna like the bell but wow, it was so pawesome. Every time I moved it made a little noise. I felt like I was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was a box. I couldn't open it myself so momma helped but once open I put my paw inside and out came Bubble wrap! How cool was that? They sent me bubble wrap. I love playing with bubble wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SolwDHZk5PI/AAAAAAAAAKI/86B1ft84wwY/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370947229444269298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SolwDHZk5PI/AAAAAAAAAKI/86B1ft84wwY/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to lick the bubble wrap but then I smelt something oh so good. I knew that scent too well. It was catnip! I knew there had to be something hiding inside the bubble wrap so I began to rip open and Ta-da! There was a huge back of the best catnip around! I kept trying to get the bag open but I couldn't. I had to wait till momma could open it for me. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a happy cat (not just because of the catnip, mol) but because I got two of the coolest gifts from &lt;a href="http://www.grpetsupplies.com/"&gt;http://www.grpetsupplies.com/&lt;/a&gt; - if you haven't already checked them out - you must. They have tons of stuff for all kinds of anipals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got to be Spokepet for the day! Now how cool is that! Look how GORGEOUS I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SolwZhi30FI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/f5MnuAZLClI/s1600-h/COLLAR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370947614419701842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SolwZhi30FI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/f5MnuAZLClI/s320/COLLAR.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say big thank you to all my friends at @grpetsupply! You are Pawesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-5660211552413583846?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5660211552413583846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprise-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5660211552413583846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5660211552413583846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprise-monday.html' title='Surprise Monday'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Solvc1JeJ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q78Vnwq9CMs/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-654741879563330163</id><published>2009-07-31T03:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:24:52.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><title type='text'>Fish Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Solk0MLjANI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3iSWC4p1Z40/s1600-h/fishcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370934878401659090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Solk0MLjANI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3iSWC4p1Z40/s320/fishcat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Friday is here. I just get so excited when it's Friday. To me it means that my daddy comes home and he is home for the weekend. Yay! I get double attention on weekends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also means that humans will go shopping and buy me some kibble and usually some kind of treat. I wonder what I will get today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it will be something fishy. I don't eat a lot of fishy food or treats but when I do my belly just loves it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma says it gives me smelly breath but I don't care. I still nom nom it all down and then go up to momma for a kitty kiss to thank her for buying me some. MOL ( I just love to tease her) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just gonna have to sit here and wait till daddy gets home to see what I am getting. Till then, it's sweet thoughts of yummy fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-654741879563330163?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/654741879563330163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/fish-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/654741879563330163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/654741879563330163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/fish-friday.html' title='Fish Friday'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Solk0MLjANI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3iSWC4p1Z40/s72-c/fishcat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-929556223561329352</id><published>2009-07-30T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:24:52.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs cats summer'/><title type='text'>Dog Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SoldPZpz89I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LgiHkBf2o2A/s1600-h/dog-and-cat-on-the-beach%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926549781705682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SoldPZpz89I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LgiHkBf2o2A/s320/dog-and-cat-on-the-beach%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer has finally arrived - The humidity is given me a bad fur day and to make matters worse I find myself rather confused as to why do they call this ''The Dog Days of Summer''? Everything always seems to go to the dogs. They get all the credit. I think we need to really state what it means to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dog days of Summer (Cats are cool, so we don't feel the heat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dog Tired (catnip is our secret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a dogs life (Cat's Rule, dogs drool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love me, love my dog (we have 9 lives, more time to love us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the dogs house (Cat's pajamas, at least we do it in style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on but I'll stop there cause I'm not trying to start a war between the dogs and cats - actually, I hope that someday we all can get along. I get along better with my grandparents doggie than I do the cats that are in that house. (actually, the cats ignore me, I think its because I'm still a kitten to them and they are both older cats) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's to the Dogs &amp;amp; Cats Days of Summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-929556223561329352?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/929556223561329352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/929556223561329352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/929556223561329352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-days-of-summer.html' title='Dog Days of Summer'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SoldPZpz89I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LgiHkBf2o2A/s72-c/dog-and-cat-on-the-beach%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-2816263323142076682</id><published>2009-07-28T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:47:29.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grooming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deshedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Furminator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>FURMINATOR - I'll Be Back.....(weekly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8rNH1Cq-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uMnlZPzBOFc/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363553185661365218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8rNH1Cq-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uMnlZPzBOFc/s200/IMG_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I'm a rather ''Fluffy'' cat. Yes, I'm talking about my fur this time and not my weight. I have tons of lovely long fur that momma just loves but only loves when its on ME and not the beds, clothes, rugs, sofa... you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a kitten she has always brushed or combed me, which to be honest I truly enjoy except when she hits my tickle spot. I love the comb so much that momma even went out and bought me a pack of combs for me to play with. She loves it when I hold the comb between my paws and try to rub my neck on it. She says I look cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, momma has been trying to keep up with the daily brushing but sometimes its just not possible. Which explains all the fur that she is finding all around the house. Momma has spent many hours researching products that would be both beneficial to me as a cat and also to her. After much reviews she has decided to try the Furminator&lt;br /&gt;(check it out here &lt;a href="http://www.furminator.com/"&gt;http://www.furminator.com/&lt;/a&gt;). I bet you are wondering what is a Furminator? I know it kinda sounds Sc-Fi, high tech, even scary if you think of Fumigate but NO, its none of that. Its a deshedding tool. A simple handy light weight Deshedding Tool for your pet. They come in different sizes depending on your pet. It has a stainless steel edge that removes the undercoat and loose hair without cutting your pets fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8rdG669KI/AAAAAAAAAII/DxAIXzk3xEA/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363553460295496866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8rdG669KI/AAAAAAAAAII/DxAIXzk3xEA/s200/IMG_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start at the beginning. Momma wanted to get a Furminator, daddy said at first, ''no, he thought it was a bit pricey for something he wasn't sure if it would work'' - so, Momma kept buying other grooming products and still wasn't happy. Momma finally gave in and bought a tool that is similar to the Furminator. She gave that a try and liked the concept of the tool but she didn't find the ''wow'' factor in it. She felt that the blade didn't grip as well as the combs actually did. She stopped using it on me and went back to the comb. Momma finally got a chance to get the Furminator. She was very excited when the box came. I even had a sniff to see if it was for me. It didn't smell like cat treats so I just walked away from the box. The box included 1 cat Furminator deshedding tool, 1 Waterless deshedding shampoo &amp;amp; conditioner (smells good) and a fact info sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, momma didn't have a chance to use the Furminator right when it came because her health has been a bit off this past month and her joints in her hands have been poorly. She kept telling me though that the box was a surprise for me and that she hoped I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my surprise day. She put the box down on the floor, I had another sniff, still didn't smell any cat treats. She took the tool out of the box and I was like ''Oh, I like the look of that''. Momma said the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma loved the handle and how light it felt in her hand. It was easy for her to grip with her hand. She was very impressed with the De-shedding blade on it. It wasn't like the other type that she tried. It seemed thicker and stronger looking.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8sO1b3WKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WcMETVfCkH4/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363554314595293346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8sO1b3WKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WcMETVfCkH4/s200/IMG_0106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat down next to me (I was laying on the floor watching her) and she brought this tool towards me. I just watched her for a moment and then it touched my fur! Oooohhh, I was in heaven. She was very gentle at first with me because she wasn't sure how much pressure to put down on it but she soon realized that you don't need much pressure at all - just press the tool down and stroke it in the same direction as the fur. I loved it! I rolled over on my back and started to stretch out for her to keep doing it. I was purring like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who was more pleased. Momma or me because I was loving the feeling of it and momma was shocked at the fur that was coming off my body! She kept saying to daddy ''look at this fur''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for a good 15 minutes and I was just one happy kitty with the feel of this on my fur. I didn't even realize that fur was coming off of me until momma showed me the pile. I was like '' who's that other cat.''&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8sjrUkSlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aRNFXHk-29o/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363554672657582674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8sjrUkSlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aRNFXHk-29o/s200/IMG_0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does remove a lot of fur. Its not cutting my fur off, its just removing the dead undercoat of my fur, you know, what I normally leave around the house for her to clean. Momma was still a bit nervous when using the tool and I wasn't too sure about her doing around my legs. I think I will have to learn to trust her a bit more because I started to say ''OK enough'' when she got a bit close to my bits. I don't have any bits left but what I do have I want to keep. MOL. I don't really care when she uses the comb there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When momma was done '' She turned to daddy and said ''Furminator, I'll be Back'' - Daddy laughed but I had no clue what was so funny. I guess you humans have a weird sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8s2xaIeEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iZy8AWwx6VU/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363555000709052482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8s2xaIeEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iZy8AWwx6VU/s200/IMG_0193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my humans noticed right away just how shiny my fur was and soft I felt. It was a very enjoyable experience for me. I highly recommend it to any cat who has a shedding problem like me. Make your human happy and reduce the amount that they have to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think, a weekly deshedding means less of the scary vacuum monster. I really hate when the sucking monster comes out. It's scary but this will help reduce his visits too! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few simple tips from Momma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make this an enjoyable time for you and your pet.&lt;br /&gt;Find a nice relaxing spot. Let them sniff the tool.&lt;br /&gt;Use it outdoors or on a blanket that you can wash, as there will be tons of fur.&lt;br /&gt;Use the deshedding tool in quick strokes over the fur, going in the same direction as fur growth.&lt;br /&gt;Do not do it hard, there is no need too. Using the tool with force could cause your pet to get scratched by it if they have sensitive skin.&lt;br /&gt;Be very careful around sensitive areas &amp;amp; bits.&lt;br /&gt;You want your cat to enjoy this special time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised at just how much Dunkin was liking it. He kept trying to get the Furminator to rub his neck against it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8tt7yzfiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6pxyBFyQWxA/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363555948389695010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8tt7yzfiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6pxyBFyQWxA/s200/IMG_0108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do this once a week. I think that will help reduce my fur problem in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunkin and I both approve of the Furminator. High Five/Paws to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-2816263323142076682?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/2816263323142076682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/furminator-ill-be-backweekly.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/2816263323142076682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/2816263323142076682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/furminator-ill-be-backweekly.html' title='FURMINATOR - I&apos;ll Be Back.....(weekly)'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8rNH1Cq-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uMnlZPzBOFc/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-4689671475995937900</id><published>2009-07-25T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:48:27.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steal'/><title type='text'>Call me SOCKS</title><content type='html'>I think my humans gave me the wrong name. I think they should had called me Socks. No, I don't mean after that famous cat. I think they should had called me Socks after my fetish for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, ever since I was a little kitten I used to love to find socks in the house and play with them. Roll on the ground with them and even sleep with them. (they make comfy pillows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would even take the dirty socks out of the laundry hamper and drag them around the house. Momma used to say ''gross, '' and take them from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am older. I have observed my humans and where they put their socks after laundry day (another reason I love laundry day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My human daddy has one whole drawer that is nothing but SOCKS! Socks of all colors and textures all rolled up like big balls. I know it's the very top drawer in the dresser. I watch him every morning open it and I get a quick peak of those lovely socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the other night when humans went to bed. I noticed that the dresser drawer was partially open. I started to think about those socks and how great it would be if I could have them all. I sat there trying to figure out a way to get these big socks out of the opening of the dresser but it was just too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited till I heard daddy snoring and then began my plan. I spent the whole night slowly using my paws to pry open the drawer. This was not easy because there are tons of socks so the drawer is quite heavy. I even gave up window patrol to spend the night trying to get these socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I worked my paws in the drawer and pulling and pawing as much as I could. Finally, I got a pair out! From there the rest was easy. I just kept pawing and pulling the socks and dropping them on the floor. (it's a good thing socks don't make a sound when they drop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see it was almost daylight and I still didn't have all the socks out of the drawer yet. I decided oh well I might as well play with the ones I have. I began rolling around the carpet with my lovely socks. I guess I must had hit the dresser a couple of times cause it woke up daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked! He caught me with my lovely socks. he just started laughing and then woke up momma to show her what I had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8-wi-3sII/AAAAAAAAAJY/S5jASy3rdw4/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363574684966695042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8-wi-3sII/AAAAAAAAAJY/S5jASy3rdw4/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I tried real hard to cover them up with my body but you could still see them all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8-2vOAXhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JdvoBcQZq_c/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363574791330618898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8-2vOAXhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JdvoBcQZq_c/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans ended up picking up all the socks and putting them back in the drawer. Like that is going to stop me from getting them? I now know how to get my lovely socks so just wait till next time you leave me alone. I will have a whole day with my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-4689671475995937900?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4689671475995937900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/call-me-socks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4689671475995937900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4689671475995937900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/call-me-socks.html' title='Call me SOCKS'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm8-wi-3sII/AAAAAAAAAJY/S5jASy3rdw4/s72-c/IMG_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-1890308144128485514</id><published>2009-07-24T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:47:29.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><title type='text'>It's Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm82z07FWsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QHBh9jnPkms/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363565945229236930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm82z07FWsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QHBh9jnPkms/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Photo's today momma please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you always feel the need to take my picture? I know that I am adorable, handsome, gorgeous but please let me nap once in a while. I was just laying here peacefully then all of a sudden you have that silver machine in my face going click, click, click. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't make me throw a hissy fit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go and lay in the window. Maybe there I can get some peace and just take a lovely nap dreaming of my birdies and squirrels. ahhh, nice and comfy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm84lU-npLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8sek9RVSzBc/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363567895159219378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm84lU-npLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8sek9RVSzBc/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh NO, what was that flash!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not again!  *Hiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to become ''Evil Cat'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm85fc09D_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QYgVHTFBJ1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm85fc09D_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QYgVHTFBJ1Y/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363568893698576370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seek my revenge on your toes while you sleep.   Meowhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-1890308144128485514?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1890308144128485514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-friday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/1890308144128485514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/1890308144128485514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm82z07FWsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QHBh9jnPkms/s72-c/IMG_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-704510128482272151</id><published>2009-07-23T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:47:29.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabinets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I lost a life today .</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am just turned 1 years old a couple of weeks ago and I lost a life already. Ok, I owe a life of mine to my momma because she saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, it was momma's fault. Not mine. (Cat's remember do not accept fault, always blame the humans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely morning and I was in the kitchen. I have this favorite spot that I just love nap in. It's on top of the kitchen cabinets. Momma gets really upset when I go up there because I'm not allowed to go on the counters but she doesn't realize that I don't touch the counter I actually am climbing on the bakers rack next to the counter. MOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363563551085006562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm80oeCnjuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LelEiYxqNso/s200/IMG_0208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was, laying there minding my own business when momma walked into the kitchen. She saw me up on the cabinet and looked right at me and said '' who's that handsome boy up there'' - Momma always calls me handsome and I get really excited when she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma kept talking to me and saying ''what a handsome boy I am'' - well, all of a sudden, I couldn't contain my excitement anymore and I do what I always do when she says that to me - I roll over!! (note to self: do not roll over on top of a cabinet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next minute, I was in momma arms. She caught me! I was rolling in the air and landed right in momma's arms. I just looked at her like ''what's going on, how you did reach me'' - and then I realized what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma gave me tons of cuddles and said to me ''that's why you shouldn't go up there you silly kitty.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe momma tons of kitty cuddles for saving me. She really is a good human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I haven't learnt my lesson. I still go up on the cabinets. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363563635058471970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm80tW3c9CI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MdvAdlQ15mo/s200/IMG_0216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-704510128482272151?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/704510128482272151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-lost-life-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/704510128482272151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/704510128482272151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-lost-life-today.html' title='I lost a life today .'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sm80oeCnjuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LelEiYxqNso/s72-c/IMG_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-7563191843978850324</id><published>2009-07-23T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:45:33.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='napping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><title type='text'>If Daddy Only Knew....</title><content type='html'>That while he is at work all day - I'm relaxing on his side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361650784985546210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Smho-1DB_eI/AAAAAAAAAH4/35osdhHqzl0/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-7563191843978850324?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/7563191843978850324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-daddy-only-knew.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/7563191843978850324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/7563191843978850324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-daddy-only-knew.html' title='If Daddy Only Knew....'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Smho-1DB_eI/AAAAAAAAAH4/35osdhHqzl0/s72-c/IMG_0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-430331125467828688</id><published>2009-07-21T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:38:54.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='napping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Smhnab6tmoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6mUgkXLIZ2g/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Smhnab6tmoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6mUgkXLIZ2g/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361649060252850818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been so busy lately with all my napping and playing that I haven't been good at blogging.  I need to catch up on my emails and start blogging again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-430331125467828688?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/430331125467828688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/430331125467828688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/430331125467828688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Smhnab6tmoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6mUgkXLIZ2g/s72-c/IMG_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-8839220793578212897</id><published>2009-07-18T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:39:15.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday'/><title type='text'>Saturday is HISS DAY</title><content type='html'>I am not happy. I usually love Saturdays. My normal Saturday goes like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up humans by jumping on bed.&lt;br /&gt;Go to litter box.&lt;br /&gt;Jump in sink and look for water. &lt;br /&gt;Go back to bedroom and jump on bed (cause humans still aren't out of bed yet)&lt;br /&gt;Then sit in window while daddy goes out and gets donuts! (I love donuts and Saturday is always donut day) &lt;br /&gt;Eat my yummy donut while enjoying my day with humans. (happy cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday went like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up humans by jumping on bed. &lt;br /&gt;Humans got right up on first jump (weird) &lt;br /&gt;Go to litter box - while in box momma poured a bunch of food into my dish (strange)&lt;br /&gt;Go to bathroom to jump into sink (but daddy was in there, you don't want to go in there when daddy is in there, smelly) So, I drank out of my dish instead. &lt;br /&gt;Momma was in bedroom getting change. (it's rather early to change clothes, I thought)&lt;br /&gt;She gives me a bunch of belly rubs and tells me to be a good boy. (Aren't I always a good boy?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to the window and wait for daddy to leave. I look out the window and see both momma and daddy leaving. (Maybe he needs momma to go too cause he is buying extra donuts and needs help carrying them?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited and waited and waited and waited. I finally left the window and walked around the house to see if they were back yet but nope, still not home. I went back to the bedroom and the bed was empty so I decided to take a nap for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I quickly jumped off the bed and ran to the window but the truck still wasn't back yet. Where could they be? They never leave me alone. When they go out for the day the always take me with them. I was getting rather angry at them for leaving me alone...plus...I didn't even get my donut yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I heard the truck. I ran to the door and waited for them to come in. They were so happy to see me. Momma picked me up and started to cuddle me and I got all hissy with her. How dare they leave me! She put me down and I just attacked her foot and ran into the other room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they know that I am not happy. The worst part of all of this is that they didn't even bring me a donut. It was Saturday, didn't they realize that? *hiss* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get even with them while they are sleeping....oh wait, should I say not sleeping cause I'm going to make all sorts of noises tonight and keep them awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meowahahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-8839220793578212897?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/8839220793578212897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-is-hiss-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/8839220793578212897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/8839220793578212897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-is-hiss-day.html' title='Saturday is HISS DAY'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-3545756349200158210</id><published>2009-07-17T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:39:15.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handsome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>T.G.I.F</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it's the end of the week. Another week has passed me quickly. I haven't been a happy kitty lately cause the weather hasn't been great. I like it when it's warm and sunny out cause that means all the birdies and squirrels come to visit my yard and I can watch them through the window. This summer has been rainy and sitting in the window gets boring when there is nothing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't understand about birdies is that when its nice and sunny they are all over my lawn but when it rains they seem to disappear. It's like they don't like water but I know that's not true cause once it stops raining the birds come out and go swimming in the big puddles! Why don't they just play out in the rain then? That way I have something to watch when its not nice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361638836954654194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SmheHXKe5fI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5Go5PA2IMJA/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forget to tell you! I was looking out the window and a stranger came into my yard. I have no idea who he is cause I've never seen him before. He was looking around my yard and kept walking under my window and just looking at me. I kinda got nervous and let out a hiss (I really didn't mean too) and that kinda scared him a bit and he took off towards the driveway. Momma said he was really handsome looking, (ya, I got jealous, cause she calls only me handsome, I don't want her calling strays handsome too.)so momma tried to get it to come to back near the house but he wouldn't have it. She took a quick picture through the screen but you really can't see him that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361640497425632914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SmhfoA5nTpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Fys9MZc_g4g/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There usually isn't a lot of cats roaming the neighborhood, actually, there is only one that I know of and that is the calico cat who lives next door. He seems to have a lot of freedom and comes and sits on his fence and just looks over at me...but..he doesn't come into my yard. Maybe he is afraid of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the weekend! Hope everyone has a great weekend. Stay out of trouble. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-3545756349200158210?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3545756349200158210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/tgif.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/3545756349200158210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/3545756349200158210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SmheHXKe5fI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5Go5PA2IMJA/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-5655075149518282691</id><published>2009-07-13T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:47:10.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happybanana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>What do you see in the Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3aKwwNFLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nCfOOJKYUrI/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3aKwwNFLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nCfOOJKYUrI/s320/clouds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358679010061391026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawwwwwnnn* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday morning - I'm just relaxing in the window. It's a beautiful day here. Finally, we have had sun for more than two days! First in weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the sky is so blue with big fluffy white clouds. They look so comfy like pillows. I wonder if you could lay on them and take a catnap while floating around? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching these clouds for hours. They make funny shapes. I just saw a cloud that looked like a fish. It just floated right by my window. Made me rather hungry that I got up and checked my food dish but nope, nothing fishy in it today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at my window now. That cloud looks like its smiling at me.  Actually, I think I have seen that cloud before. It looks like my friend @Happybanana on twitter. With its big eyes and smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a relaxing day for me. I think I'll take a nice long nap while the sun shines down on my fur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a moment, look up in the sky and tell me what do you see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-5655075149518282691?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5655075149518282691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-you-see-in-clouds.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5655075149518282691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5655075149518282691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-you-see-in-clouds.html' title='What do you see in the Clouds'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3aKwwNFLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nCfOOJKYUrI/s72-c/clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-340915872596930232</id><published>2009-07-12T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:47:09.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pawty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Weekends are made for Dunkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I just love the weekends for several reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Daddy is home all weekend. (even though he has ducknapped my duckie before, I do like it when he is home cause we usually end up going out somewhere plus he gives me tons of attention at home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt;Saturday is Donut Day.  I love it when daddy goes out and gets donuts and bring them home. nom nom, chocolate frosty glazed donuts are my favorite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt;Pawty time - yup, the anipals had a pawty this weekend and it was a blast. I got to stop by for a few hours during the night to have some catinis and do some dancing and just have some fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a quick picture while at the pawty - Here it is: &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3XDcNCPRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Se8CCz9MT18/s1600-h/party+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3XDcNCPRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Se8CCz9MT18/s320/party+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358675585751203090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why everyday can't be weekend days. Humans are so much happier on weekends, I get much more attention on weekend plus I get some yummy treats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I even had sun this weekend.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-340915872596930232?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/340915872596930232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/340915872596930232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/340915872596930232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend.html' title='Weekends are made for Dunkin'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3XDcNCPRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Se8CCz9MT18/s72-c/party+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-3352655010518872599</id><published>2009-07-10T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:47:09.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Up Up and Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took yesterday off to recover from my birthday. What a birthday it was too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is Friday, the end of a busy week. Daddy told momma that he has a surprise for her after work. She has no idea what it is. Maybe it will be something yummy that she will share with me. (She always shares her treats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll have to wait with her. I'll just sit here in this window and wait for big truck to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, daddy is home! I don't see any surprise in his hands. Maybe he forgot? Hmmm, I'm sitting here watching them talk back and forth and I can't figure out whats going on. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3O6jq8zzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RfZVR9A47hM/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358666637043879730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3O6jq8zzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RfZVR9A47hM/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Are you leaving me home alone? Are you going out? I want to go too! Where are you going? Why are they ignoring me? (I'll think I'll jump on the table, that always gets their attention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma just filled up my food dish and water dish. I know what that means. They are going out and I get full control of the house. Anyone want to pawty? MOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess daddy is taken momma out for her surprise so I'm gonna have to wait and see what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours have past - where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the humans are home. Did you forget about me? I've been sitting in this window all night waiting for you. Did you bring me back a surprise? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3SbXMuMPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5Ta6SRDZ7iI/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358670499166433522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3SbXMuMPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5Ta6SRDZ7iI/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Momma told me that she saw balloons. Balloons? You left me alone for balloons? She told me that there was a cat on a one of the balloons. I really wasn't that interested and I just let her keep talking while she was giving me tons of chin scratches. Ohhh, I do love chin scratches. I dropped to the floor and rolled over so she could rub my belly while she continued to talk. (she talks way too much) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3SyOcxxUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JMUZGOreuPE/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358670891954849090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3SyOcxxUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JMUZGOreuPE/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I guess daddy took her to some hot air balloon festival and carnival and they ate yummy food and listened to live band and watch these balloons glow in the night. I do&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3T-VNzqXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OqLWbKuTaJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358672199441164658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3T-VNzqXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OqLWbKuTaJ8/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n't think that is much of a surprise. Ok, maybe the yummy food part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was my Friday night, hope yours was just as enjoyable as my humans. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to these chin scratches now...aww thats so nice. Purrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-3352655010518872599?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3352655010518872599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/balloons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/3352655010518872599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/3352655010518872599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/balloons.html' title='Up Up and Away'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3O6jq8zzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RfZVR9A47hM/s72-c/IMG_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-1436130674657671426</id><published>2009-07-09T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:47:10.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shhhh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do not disturb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Do Not Disturb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3dVcWzf1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/FfFrSegxc1I/s1600-h/IMG_5689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3dVcWzf1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/FfFrSegxc1I/s320/IMG_5689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358682492099592018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; DO NOT DISTURB .....Sleeping off my birthday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-1436130674657671426?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1436130674657671426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-not-disturb.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/1436130674657671426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/1436130674657671426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-not-disturb.html' title='Do Not Disturb'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sl3dVcWzf1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/FfFrSegxc1I/s72-c/IMG_5689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-770237530305304994</id><published>2009-07-08T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:57:00.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dunkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duckie club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duckie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>And the Winner Is.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlU-yQh1yxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kY--ccvIbQs/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlU-yQh1yxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kY--ccvIbQs/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356256364978359058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday celebrations are over. I had a wonderful birthday, thanks to all my anipals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ''Adopt My Birthday Duckie'' Winner was announced this morning at 9am on Twitter. First, I want to thank everyone who submitted their names or a name of another to become the proud owner of my birthday duckie. My momma wished she had more to give out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, (and the most exciting part) The winner of the Duckie is @MuffinandBean!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlU_CgIJz8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ojLdzN9SZ2I/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlU_CgIJz8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ojLdzN9SZ2I/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356256644043493314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Congrats to both of you. I hope you will be good kittycats and share the duckie. Play nicely now. Don't forget to join the Duckie Club and to give your duckie tons of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nosetaps to all*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-770237530305304994?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/770237530305304994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/770237530305304994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/770237530305304994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner Is.......'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlU-yQh1yxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kY--ccvIbQs/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-5028909022409159048</id><published>2009-07-07T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:49:59.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dunkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday To ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlNE33eEP0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/G4yfVXIg98g/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlNE33eEP0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/G4yfVXIg98g/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355700108447203138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday! I'm am now officially 1 year old! I'm so excited about turning 1 cause that makes me an adult cat now. MOL Momma says I'm still a kitten to her. She says I have lots more growing to do too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my morning jumping on momma's &amp; daddy's bed. I wanted them to wake up so I could start my day. Momma always gets up before daddy and makes daddy and I something to eat. She started my morning with Milk! I got a yummy bowl of milk while she made daddy's toast and tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sang ''Happy Birthday'' to me - Don't let momma know, but she can't sing - she sounds like an alley cat sitting on a fence....but, I still gave her a head tap to show her that I appreciated it and to make her stop singing. (my poor ears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy got up shortly after and gave me my morning belly rubs and sang happy birthday too. At least he can carry a tune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are presents in this house cause I saw momma come home yesterday with a Pet Smart bag so I know I got a surprise coming but nothing yet. I'll keep you posted cause I'm gonna snoop around the house and see what I can find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my pressies! I am one spoiled kittycat! I got springs, lightup ball, catnip mouse &amp; teddybear, Bat &amp; bobble toy (which I love) and yummy treats. I also got to lick the Pet Smart bags, which was the best. Momma watched me closely. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlPnImvRg5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ofTmg8lLirw/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlPnImvRg5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ofTmg8lLirw/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355878516897448850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, In honor of my birthday momma also bought another DUCKIE - not for me silly, but to donate to a cat that does not have one. We are taken names on Twitter and will be picking the winner out of my birthday hat tomorrow. Just DM us your name on twitter to be entered. We will be picking a winner around 9am (est). Good Luck.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlPnb5GesqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E4kaRSuwOOI/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlPnb5GesqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E4kaRSuwOOI/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355878848244134562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready for bed soon, I'm rather pawty out from playing with my toys and all the yummy treats I had tonight. Just wanted to thank all my anipals for making my first birthday the best birthday eva!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlPs3NhzFBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/l8Y0tBuybjs/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlPs3NhzFBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/l8Y0tBuybjs/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355884815142032402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nosetaps to all &amp; Kitty Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-5028909022409159048?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5028909022409159048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-1st-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5028909022409159048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5028909022409159048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-1st-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday To ME!'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlNE33eEP0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/G4yfVXIg98g/s72-c/IMG_0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-4974509485176636003</id><published>2009-07-06T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T05:50:54.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dunkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blanket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><title type='text'>Laundry Day is Play Day!</title><content type='html'>The sun is out and momma is doing laundry! I get so excited when she does laundry cause that means that I get to go outside with her while she hangs the washing on the line. I know that doesn't sound exciting but you see it is for me cause I'm an indoor cat so I don't get out much unless momma takes me out on my lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she is hanging laundry I usually get to play with the clothespins/pegs. She always ends up dropping one and then I grab them with my paws and start playing with them. Yesterday she dropped two! I had one in my mouth while trying to pick up the other. I wasn't successful as I kept dropping the one in my mouth. I kept both the pegs close to me so momma wouldn't take them away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love laundry day because when the laundry is done she lets me help her put the stuff away. She brings all the laundry into the bedroom and puts it on the bed. She grabs a bunch of hangers ( oooh, I love plastic hangers)and puts them in a pile on the bed. That's where I jump in and grab a hanger to wrestle with. I love to bite into them and wrap my paws around them. Fun Fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma always takes the laundry basket and puts it over my head. I like that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY favorite thing is Making the Bed!!! Every since I was a little kitten I have always played this game with momma when she makes the bed. I run and jump on top of the bed while she is putting down the fitted sheet. She continues to make the bed over me while I'm under the fitted sheet. Can You See Me? MOL &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlNDtPGjCzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/u2_SPaYlVWw/s1600-h/IMG_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlNDtPGjCzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/u2_SPaYlVWw/s320/IMG_0375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355698826300820274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll roll around while she tries to chase me out saying ''where's Dunkin'' - I wait till she puts the blankets on the bed and then I'll pop my head out and go ''Peekaboo'' it's so much fun. I'll then jump on the blanket and pull the covers back down. It's a fun game! I never miss it. We do it every morning too with the blanket when she makes the bed for the day. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlNC1bwKKoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4SYPf3NWlBM/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlNC1bwKKoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4SYPf3NWlBM/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355697867623901826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I love it so much but I do. I could be sleeping in the other room and if I hear the sheets or blankets being moved - I wake right up and run and jump on to the bed. I told ya, I never miss this chance to play the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma thinks its cute but sometimes she gets annoyed cause I'll pull the blanket back off the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love Laundry day! Fun Fun fun. What type of fun do you enjoy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-4974509485176636003?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4974509485176636003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-is-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4974509485176636003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4974509485176636003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-is-my-birthday.html' title='Laundry Day is Play Day!'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlNDtPGjCzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/u2_SPaYlVWw/s72-c/IMG_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-701002895662040910</id><published>2009-07-04T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:31:32.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july 4th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to wish all my anipals and humans a very Happy 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a day of pawties. The humans all over the neighborhood have been having huge celebration in what they say is a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlI0I9rUzsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/04nm_HVhM7E/s1600-h/SAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355400235496820418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlI0I9rUzsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/04nm_HVhM7E/s320/SAM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Some of my observations so far:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of humans in all shapes and sizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is everywhere you turn. On tables, counters, grills and floor. My nose has been twitching all day with different smells. Yum Yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing music playing and people singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans jumping in and out of big bowl of water in the backyard. (humans are strange, I would never jump in my bowl but then again its not that big.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangs, booms and whistles. I heard them last night but they had flashes of lights with them. I don't see any flashes of lights but I do see the sun. Sun makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans playing with toys. I didn't know that humans had toys too. Looks like they are having fun but I prefer my duckies to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of duckies - humans keep trying to take my duckies and throw them up in the air. Don't they know that my duckies don't fly? *hiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke coming from corner of the yard. I don't want to explore as it looks scary like a Big Black monster breathing smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans laughing - baby human crying - I think baby human might need her litter box change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdies are everywhere. They keep flying over my head. Grandhuman has little houses in trees for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More food. I keep getting little treats from some of the humans. nom nom nom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... going to see what else I can find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-701002895662040910?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/701002895662040910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/701002895662040910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/701002895662040910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SlI0I9rUzsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/04nm_HVhM7E/s72-c/SAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-172061258618317261</id><published>2009-07-03T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:13:07.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floaties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons</title><content type='html'>It's been over a month now - of nothing but rainy gray skies. I long for the sunshine. The other day the rain got so bad that my street was completely flooded. I was watching things float on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little nervous about it and decided it was time for me to take some swimming lessons - just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put on my pawfloaties and jumped right in. Not sure if I am doing this right though - what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sk9RETNcuCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IvY-5S7Yxgw/s1600-h/SWIM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354587616284817442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sk9RETNcuCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IvY-5S7Yxgw/s320/SWIM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-172061258618317261?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/172061258618317261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/swimming-lessons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/172061258618317261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/172061258618317261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/swimming-lessons.html' title='Swimming Lessons'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sk9RETNcuCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IvY-5S7Yxgw/s72-c/SWIM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-1107525405640177059</id><published>2009-07-01T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:12:26.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='june'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>Today is a new month. I could not wait to say goodbye to June. There are 30 days in June and 25 of them have been rain. I sit in my window everyday cause I love watching the birds and squirrels but mostly because I love the warm feeling of the sun on my fur. Well, that hasn't happened much at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today thinking ok new month we will awake to sunshine and I can lie on my back and let my belly soak up the warmth. Was I ever so wrong! I got up this morning and looked out my window and the Sky has fallen! Big fat clouds surrounding my house and I can't even see up the street. I don't even know if there are birdies on my lawn because I can't see. I'm not a happy kitty now. Look at my view! You can barely see my favorite tree. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SktQCJ6XOJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/z0WFv-tJDWk/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SktQCJ6XOJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/z0WFv-tJDWk/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353460580010637458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to talk to my anipals on twitter and see who can send me some sun my way. I know that it can't be that far away. I just want to be able to go out and play with momma in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, wait, didn't momma say she was gonna de-shed me once the sun came out? Something about going out in yard and using her new tool on my fur? Ok, so there has been an advantage to this yucky weather - it has delayed my grooming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I want the sunshine. I want the warmth who cares about the grooming. Please send me some sunshine. I'll be a good kitty, I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how happy I look when I have sunshine? (yes, that is my happy face) but I was focusing on birdie when momma took it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SktTcwdEFzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zvtonch4ZdM/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SktTcwdEFzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zvtonch4ZdM/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353464335568213810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy July 1st everyone! I'm going to take a nap and dream of sunshine, its probably the only way I'm going to have any. MOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-1107525405640177059?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1107525405640177059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/1107525405640177059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/1107525405640177059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SktQCJ6XOJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/z0WFv-tJDWk/s72-c/IMG_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-6304148326619636530</id><published>2009-06-28T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:17:41.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rappin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anipals'/><title type='text'>Rappin' Cats - Catnipperz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkgP-ypEzHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qRbtXECSoJQ/s1600-h/CATZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352545728550194290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkgP-ypEzHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qRbtXECSoJQ/s320/CATZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Catnipperz&lt;br /&gt;And Yes, we're da cat&lt;br /&gt;and don’t get us confused&lt;br /&gt;For that CAT IN THE HAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're handsome and cute&lt;br /&gt;And have tons of fur&lt;br /&gt;And when we walk by&lt;br /&gt;All the girl kitties purr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tweet all day&lt;br /&gt;About life on da' street&lt;br /&gt;and act cute for human momma&lt;br /&gt;So she will give us a treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What momma don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Is that we're really brats&lt;br /&gt;and planning to control humans&lt;br /&gt;To give us something to laugh at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're not alone&lt;br /&gt;My anipals and us have da plan&lt;br /&gt;Paw by Paw&lt;br /&gt;We will dominate man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all you animals&lt;br /&gt;Who want to take control&lt;br /&gt;Play “nice” with your humans for now...&lt;br /&gt;Until we can fill our OWN food bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Catnipperz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Skgl3eYp4gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ueqB_w6vUwU/s1600-h/rapperduck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352569792109339138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Skgl3eYp4gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ueqB_w6vUwU/s320/rapperduck1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DUCKIE RAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, All you twitterpaw Pets&lt;br /&gt;Duckies are in the house&lt;br /&gt;Have you got yours yet?&lt;br /&gt;They are better than a toy mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their fuzzy yellow furr&lt;br /&gt;Makes all the cats purr&lt;br /&gt;And their yummy catnip treat&lt;br /&gt;Just can’t be beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our duckies so&lt;br /&gt;And give them tons of licks&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never let them go&lt;br /&gt;We’ll teach them to do tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We roll around the floor&lt;br /&gt;And take our duckies to bed&lt;br /&gt;Our duckies never bore&lt;br /&gt;All that catnip goes to our head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, Yo, My duckie friend&lt;br /&gt;You are the best&lt;br /&gt;We will be pals to the end&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s go take a rest...... NAP OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Catnipperz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck image courtesy of Cedric Hohnstadt www.cedricstudio.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-6304148326619636530?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6304148326619636530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/rappin-cats-catnipperz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/6304148326619636530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/6304148326619636530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/rappin-cats-catnipperz.html' title='Rappin&apos; Cats - Catnipperz'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkgP-ypEzHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qRbtXECSoJQ/s72-c/CATZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-7932662818431787639</id><published>2009-06-27T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:03:45.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duckies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Saturday is Donut Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkbLRXhd02I/AAAAAAAAAEI/09WEKo8GFaY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkbLRXhd02I/AAAAAAAAAEI/09WEKo8GFaY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352188706409010018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was Saturday cause the alarm clock never went off and momma and daddy didn't move out of bed till much later. I have to admit I do let them sleep a bit longer on Saturdays cause I know that if I am really good I'll get a special morning treat...Donuts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekend daddy has to get his coffee and always get donuts too. I have a weakness for those yummy doughy chocolaty frosted glazed donuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited patiently at the window for daddy to return. I started to ignore the birdies who were chirping away trying to get my attention. I was too busy thinking about my donut. I started to lick my whiskers in anticipation. Sometimes my mind can get rather evil cause I found myself having thoughts of waiting by the door for daddy and when he walks in - I'll walk out in front of him and make him trip over me...that way I could have more than one donut - I would get them all. I realized that wasn't a good plan cause daddy might get hurt or worse, the donuts might not fall out of the box and then daddy would be angry at me and give me none. So, back to the window I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy finally came home. The feast of lovely chocolaty frosted donuts began. My tongue couldn't lick them fast enough. I really wish I could have this everyday.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sked2Y4X1xI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dYWor0CsZ0Y/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sked2Y4X1xI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dYWor0CsZ0Y/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352420239870514962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our breakfast momma said to daddy that they had to get their errands done early. I was all excited cause that meant I got the house alone. My belly was nice and full so I figured a nice peaceful nap would make this the perfect morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it I was being put in my crate. Now, I know the crate means car ride. I dont freak when I see the crate cause I go for a lot of car rides and I do enjoy them. We didn't go in the truck so I knew we weren't going to the RV - our other house on wheels. The car usually means a long drive to grandhumans house or to the Pet Store. We ended up at the Pet Store. I've been going to the pet store since I was a kitten and they love seeing me grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma and daddy picked up some food - it wasn't the type I eat so I was wondering who it was for. We then went down the toy aisle. My favorite place to be! So many great toys and colors. I get all excited seeing them. Momma grabbed 2 duckies that were on the shelf which left 1 duckie all by himself. Next minute Daddy picked up the last duckie on the shelf. I was thinking ''Oh no, he is going to kidnap another duck.'' Momma also grabbed some springs, mice and some treats for me to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toy aisle is near the ''adopt a shelter cat'' cages. Momma always go over to them and says hi. I sometimes don't like to look cause I get all nervous. The last time an older cat hissed at me. Momma saw this 2 year old Maine coon mix that needed a home. I felt bad she didn't have a home. Next minute, the humans started talking about getting me a playmate cause I really should have a friend at home. I was thinking what a good idea that would be. They said they were going to talk to the people at the shelter when we go up there to drop off the food and toys. I then realized we were shopping for the cats that didn't have a home like me. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkbL21hWhKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5jd1-9oNHXE/s1600-h/donate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkbL21hWhKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5jd1-9oNHXE/s320/donate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352189350116754594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the store and drove up to the shelter where momma brought the presents in. I didn't get to go into the shelter cause the dogs that are there always scare me with their barking so I waited in the car with daddy. That's when daddy reached into a bag and pulled out another duckie! He told me that this duckie was for me. I was thinking I already have a duckie...but as soon as he gave it to me I was like, ''Oh duckie I can love you too.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at that moment I decided to forgive my daddy for kidnapping Doe E. Duck the other day. How could I stay mad at him. He really is a good human. I guess he thought he was just being funny when he did that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have another duckie that I need to name. I'll have to have a talk with Doe E. Duck and see what he thinks we should name them. I hope he doesn't get jealous. Maybe I'll give him some name that relates to my daddy. Since he did something rather nice for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know what I come up with and also take some pics of me with my duckies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go and take a nap now cause it was such a busy day for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-7932662818431787639?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/7932662818431787639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/donut-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/7932662818431787639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/7932662818431787639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/donut-day.html' title='Saturday is Donut Day'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkbLRXhd02I/AAAAAAAAAEI/09WEKo8GFaY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-7271502127925572974</id><published>2009-06-26T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:55:03.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disquise'/><title type='text'>Just Another Dog Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkTFfvDGL1I/AAAAAAAAADw/9y4xKx_4dwI/s1600-h/IMG_5619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkTFfvDGL1I/AAAAAAAAADw/9y4xKx_4dwI/s320/IMG_5619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351619406219063122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was foiled! I've been De-Nosed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all ready this morning for ''Take your Dog to Work Day'' I was excited to find out what this special doggy day was all about and to see why humans seem to cater to dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that the word CATER - is spelt with CAT? So, shouldn't it be that CAT that gets catered, not the dog? hmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy started to get ready for work. He put his uniform on, I put on my disguise. He put on his boots, I licked my paws. He kissed momma goodbye, I rubbed up against her legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to sit by the door just like a good doggie would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to leave - daddy just looked at me and he bent down. I thought at that moment he was going to put on my lead to take me but No - he just gave me a quick stroke of the fur and said ''be a good boy for momma'' and off he went! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to bark, I opened my mouth and attempted to form the 'woof' but all that came out was a squeaky 'meow'.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkTPl4h2usI/AAAAAAAAAD4/147Zc8gatZ4/s1600-h/IMG_5691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkTPl4h2usI/AAAAAAAAAD4/147Zc8gatZ4/s320/IMG_5691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351630506959485634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went and grabbed my lead to bring it to him but the door shut and he was gone - I ran to the window trying so hard to catch his attention but nothing. I sat there watching the truck pull away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkTS9OplUJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TIYr5v2-58E/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkTS9OplUJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TIYr5v2-58E/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351634206569353362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to wait to next year to find out what this ''Take your Dog to Work Day'' is really all about. At least it gives me a year to plan out another disguise. Hopefully that one will be a successful one and I'll be able to report back to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk to Doe E. Duck and see if he saw anything exciting when he went to work with daddy the other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, Nap time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-7271502127925572974?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/7271502127925572974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-dog-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/7271502127925572974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/7271502127925572974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-dog-day.html' title='Just Another Dog Day?'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkTFfvDGL1I/AAAAAAAAADw/9y4xKx_4dwI/s72-c/IMG_5619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-8011184850826469614</id><published>2009-06-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:56:09.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disguise'/><title type='text'>Dunkin the Puppy?</title><content type='html'>All week long I've been hearing about ''Take your Dog to Work Day'' - Which made me start thinking about how unfair the world is to cats.  It seems the world caters to Dogs. They have Dog Parks, Doggie Bags, Guide Dogs, Doggie Bakeries and the list goes on and on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so great about dogs that the humans must feel that they have to take their dogs to work with them on June 26th? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because DOG spells GOD backwards - does not mean that the world should worship our four legged friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Curious Cat ( no lives will be spared while doing this inquiry ) has decided to find out first Paw what this ''take your dog to work day'' is all about and why dogs seem to get all the attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working rather hard today to come up with a good disguise so I will blend right in with the other dogs at work. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkPEjKtL0BI/AAAAAAAAADo/aw5-aYwVU88/s1600-h/DunkinDog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkPEjKtL0BI/AAAAAAAAADo/aw5-aYwVU88/s320/DunkinDog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351336890694619154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So................. what do you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be reporting back tomorrow to update you on my discovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dunkin_the_Cat ...errrrrr I mean.... Dunkin_the_Puppy signing off for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-8011184850826469614?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/8011184850826469614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/dunkin-puppy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/8011184850826469614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/8011184850826469614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/dunkin-puppy.html' title='Dunkin the Puppy?'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkPEjKtL0BI/AAAAAAAAADo/aw5-aYwVU88/s72-c/DunkinDog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-4079241618899584938</id><published>2009-06-23T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:22:42.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dunkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duckie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='found'/><title type='text'>MISSING DUCKIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFotFe_ZtI/AAAAAAAAADA/0OnYmoYK7OE/s1600-h/missing+DOE+E+DUCK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFotFe_ZtI/AAAAAAAAADA/0OnYmoYK7OE/s320/missing+DOE+E+DUCK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350672956068423378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even had my duckie for long and he is already missing!  I was playing with Doe E. Duck - (Oh ya, that's his name because he is ''doughy'' like a donut and I love to lick donuts!) last night or should I say early morning - I really don't know how to tell time all I know is that its dark out and the humans were fast asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doe E. Duck and I were rolling all over the living room floor. He would try to fly away from me and I would run after him and catch him. Well, I kinda made too much noise because human daddy came into the room and mumble something about the noise and next minute he took duckie away from me! I just figured that he wanted to put duckie to bed so I went to bed too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when I woke up - I went looking for duckie to play with. He was no where in sight. I looked all over the livingroom and then searched the bedrooms and no duckie. I couldn't figure out where duckie went and then I remembered that daddy took him! I went up to momma and tried to explain that duckie was missing but I guess she thought I wanted love so she started petting me. I nipped at her hand to get her attention. She then realized something was wrong.  We both searched all over the place and still no duckie.  I was not a happy kitty at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that daddy was behind his disappearance, so I recruited my Twitter anipals to help me find where duckie went. All my friends were really worried about him too and started to get the Pawlice involved and even a Pawyer in case I had to take daddy to court for custody of my duckie. I even got some pawesome doggies to help try to sniff him out....but still no luck. No duckie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for daddy to come home so I could find out what he did with him. I sat in the window (see my FURRious look on my face) and started to plan out my revenge on daddy. How could he had been so evil to me? I thought my daddy loved me? I thought about attacking him when he came in the door but that wouldn't of worked as daddy could get even and then hold duckie for ransom. I decided to play it cool and wait a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFxbbrezQI/AAAAAAAAADY/x5JysXre8Pg/s1600-h/WINDOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFxbbrezQI/AAAAAAAAADY/x5JysXre8Pg/s320/WINDOW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350682548393397506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had to work late, which made me start to worry about Duckie. What if he didn't have duckie or sold duckie to another kitty or even worse a squirrel? Finally, daddy's truck pulled in the yard. I tried to make eye contact with daddy but there in the front window of the truck sat duckie! he was sitting in front of the steering wheel. I was even more mad at daddy cause duckie wasn't wearing a seatbelt. I always have to stay in my cage when i'm in the truck but I quickly didn't care anymore cause I was too excited to see my duckie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFvMFDna9I/AAAAAAAAADI/--K-dxHlfwo/s1600-h/Found+Finish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFvMFDna9I/AAAAAAAAADI/--K-dxHlfwo/s320/Found+Finish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350680085599316946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy brought Doe E. Duck to work with him. He thought it would be funny to take my playmate for the day. I did not find that amusing at all. I'm still plotting my revenge on daddy. Maybe I'll get him while he is sleeping. Meowhahahah!  I've already rolled all over his bed pillows and covered them with my fur.  Nice furry pillows for my daddy, nothing but the best. MOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reunion with duckie was wonderful. Tons of licks and cuddles. I am going to give him the best Pawtection so this never happens again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to all my anipals for helping me. You are PAWESOME!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFvmDoDiDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/542yy3nZBUw/s1600-h/DUCKIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFvmDoDiDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/542yy3nZBUw/s320/DUCKIE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350680531891882034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-4079241618899584938?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4079241618899584938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-duckie.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4079241618899584938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4079241618899584938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-duckie.html' title='MISSING DUCKIE!'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFotFe_ZtI/AAAAAAAAADA/0OnYmoYK7OE/s72-c/missing+DOE+E+DUCK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-8418002672209301267</id><published>2009-06-22T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:28:58.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day Cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RV'/><title type='text'>Father's Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFzPIL4ieI/AAAAAAAAADg/VXhSs5O9gzs/s1600-h/Peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFzPIL4ieI/AAAAAAAAADg/VXhSs5O9gzs/s320/Peter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350684536025418210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawwwn* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I've blogged - I guess I can be such a lazy kitty at times.  It's not that I don't have anything to say, trust me, I could tell you stories about my humans that would make you Meow Out Loud. It's just that I got addicted to Twitter, then Facebook and then even chatting online to others via Yahoo and MSN.  I'm back now. I'm control of my page. Ready to paw away at the keys and tell you about my oh so purrfect life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Father's Day weekend. I don't know my real daddy but my human daddy has been in my life since I was 10 weeks old. I got him a really funny card and I even got to lick the envelope...ok, I kinda chewed at the corners of it too. I couldn't help it as it tasted oh so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went away in our RV for the weekend.  I didn't know what an RV was at first but its really just a house on wheels and I love it! It's much smaller than my other house but still there are great hiding places for me. Daddy uses his big truck and I get to sit in my cage in the truck between them while they drive. I'm a really good kitty in the truck. I love to watch all the other cars go by. I don't cry or meow at all. I'm too busy being nosey cause I can see everything from my cage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma went shopping this weekend too and found me a duckie! I love my duckie so much. I guess I must be one lucky cat cause she also bought me a curly lamb toy too.  I can't wait to show my twitter friends my duck. Now I have to give him a name. I guess I need to pawnder a bit on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go play with my duckie - he keeps given me those sad duckie eyes. Hope everyone had a good Father's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-8418002672209301267?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/8418002672209301267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/8418002672209301267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/8418002672209301267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-weekend.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Weekend'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SkFzPIL4ieI/AAAAAAAAADg/VXhSs5O9gzs/s72-c/Peter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-1857589768174105075</id><published>2009-06-12T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:20:57.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rooster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alarm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>''Bedtime Dunkin''</title><content type='html'>I can be a really good kitty at times. I know what the word ''bedtime'' means. Every night my human mommy and daddy says ''Bedtime Dunkin'' and I will either jump up on their bed or I will crawl into my kitty bed that sits on their dresser. I usually go to sleep for a bit but I always wake up while they are still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that I can't make too much noise because if I do it will wake them up. Once in awhile though I just can't help myself! Like last night - mommy didn't put all my toys away like she normally does so when I got up around 3ish they were still laying all around the carpet. At first I just walked right past them and went and peeked out the window but it was too dark out for me to see any birds or squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While climbing off the sofa, there sat Mr. Turtle. His big eyes just staring at me. Everywhere I walked he just keep looking in my direction. I got rather bothered by it so I tried not to let him see me and then I jumped him! I grabbed a hold of his little neck and wrestled him to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SjKbKGhNFyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/15oEN6lnOk0/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346506305493079842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SjKbKGhNFyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/15oEN6lnOk0/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't make any noise so I was rather quiet playing with him until I rolled into the table and knocked the remote controls off the table. That was it, human mommy was wide awake. I ran under the sofa and I couldn't see her anymore - I figured that I was safe. All of a sudden I was being picked up - I guess I didn't realize that my big bum was sticking out and in her view. Mommy then brought me back to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited again until she fell asleep. It was now around 4:30 and I could see a bit out the window where the sky was getting lighter. I figured it was almost morning so it was ok to begin to play. I started with my morning run, back and forth from living room to kitchen. I got about 12 laps under my paws when all of a sudden human mommy was awake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was it, it was crate time. Mommy picked me up and put me in my crate and locked the door. I then realized it was still bedtime so I decided to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy woke up not long after that and let me out. I just ignored her and went straight for my food dish because I know that the first thing she does when she wakes up is feed me. (ya, I'm spoiled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy picked up all my toys including Mr. Turtle and put them in my box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to wake up daddy - I know when to wake him up cause mommy's alarm clock goes off and it sounds like a rooster! I always go running into the room when I hear it. One of these days I'll catch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-1857589768174105075?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1857589768174105075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/dunkin-bedtime.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/1857589768174105075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/1857589768174105075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/dunkin-bedtime.html' title='&apos;&apos;Bedtime Dunkin&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SjKbKGhNFyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/15oEN6lnOk0/s72-c/IMG_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-3497399165732291571</id><published>2009-06-11T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:13:36.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hulk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunkin. Cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle'/><title type='text'>Wussy Pussy</title><content type='html'>How dare they call me a Wussy Pussy? Don't they know that I am still a kitten and that everything around me is new?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm referring to my humans. It seems that they have taken on call me Wussy Pussy lately and I'm rather offended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I sit in the window and watch my birds and squirrels I have no problems sitting there. I crunch down into attack mode - hoping they won't see me BUT occasionally a motorcycle or big truck will drive right by my window and I go running across the room and hide under the table.  I don't know what a motorcycle or truck is but I do know that they make a lot of noise that scares me at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly will creep back up to my window and let my twitching nose check the area to make sure that its safe. Just when I go and get comfy again another motorcycle will drive by! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to be a wussy pussy no more. I'm going to show human mommy and daddy that I am one tough kitty - that I'm bad to the bone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody calls me names!  (HISS) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SjKMA2r4isI/AAAAAAAAACw/oF4t9Kq-8WU/s1600-h/Dunkin+as+Hulk+Hogan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SjKMA2r4isI/AAAAAAAAACw/oF4t9Kq-8WU/s320/Dunkin+as+Hulk+Hogan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346489653949663938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-3497399165732291571?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3497399165732291571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/wussy-pussy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/3497399165732291571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/3497399165732291571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/wussy-pussy.html' title='Wussy Pussy'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SjKMA2r4isI/AAAAAAAAACw/oF4t9Kq-8WU/s72-c/Dunkin+as+Hulk+Hogan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-5241506860917448101</id><published>2009-06-10T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:24:13.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunkin. Cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Few of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Si-zeg9fzoI/AAAAAAAAACI/HMhKMaofjKI/s1600-h/IMG_5664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Si-zeg9fzoI/AAAAAAAAACI/HMhKMaofjKI/s320/IMG_5664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345688619537387138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a couple of days since my last post. I guess thats because I've been so busy making new friends on Twitter and the rest of the time napping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can call me a spoiled kitty. I don't mind being called that because it's true. I get tons of love and my humans seem to think the world revolves around me.  I do give just as much love back to them to let them know how much I appreciate  them adopting me and for given me this great house to play in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think about a few of my favorite things. Some of these I'm going to be empawrassed to say but hey, we are friends, I know you won't make fun of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRATE:&lt;/strong&gt; I love my crate. My humans brought me home in my crate and they have always left it out for me to go in anytime I wanted. Its my own little pad. I decorated it with a big pillow and blanket that I dragged in when I was a kitten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLANKET:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I have a blankie. Actually I have two! A blue one and a purple one. My humans got me a blankie because I was always taken theirs off their bed and dragging it around the house. So now I have my own that I drag around and put it where I want to lay down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOG:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm the only pet in the house but I have my own pet dog. Humans got it for me at Christmas time. He is stuffed (whatever that means) and wags his tail with a bell on it. Don't laugh, he is my friend. He was really much bigger than I when we got him and I used to carry him around in my mouth. He got kinda heavy at times so my mummy human tied a rope to him and now I just drag him everywhere when I want to play with him. He even can fit in my crate with me when I want to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHICKEN:&lt;/strong&gt; Easter time came and I got a little baby yellow chicken. Not real, I told you that I am the only pet. He made little chirping sounds but I didn't like him when he chirped. I quickly learnt how to break the chirper and now I love him. He doesn't scare me anymore. He is real cute. Fits right in my mouth and I carry him everywhere. He is great to play with too cause he is so light I can throw him in the air and catch him or bat him around on the ground.  I almost didn't get him cause human daddy said I had ''way to many toys'' and that I didn't ''need another stuff animal'' but human mommy bought it anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICE:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, I've lost count how many toy mice I have. I know there has to be atleast 50 in this house somewhere. I'm good at hiding things. I was actually banned from buying anymore. The staff person at the petstore said I didn't need anymore, pfft to him, I still got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPRINGS:&lt;/strong&gt;OMG, these are the best things in the world! I love these plastic springs. They come in great colors and I get so excited playing with them. They are everywhere around the house and they don't hurt humans feet when they step on them, like the mice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I could go on and on. I have tons of pingpong balls, I have a stuffed turtle, stuffed bear, stuffed dog bone (it came with my plush bed) Combs! I love combs. I love to carry combs around and then scratch myself with them. It's great! Plus we can't forget my boxes! I love when humans bring home boxes for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a leash/lead. It's bright neon green. It's ok. At times I don't mind it and then other times I don't want to wear it. Right now I wear the lead when I go outside. I don't know the area as we are new here. Sometimes they take it off of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those are a few of my favorite things. I have tons more but these are they ones that I daily love and enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, all time fav: BATHROOM SINK!  Shhhh, but don't tell the humans.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: was not happy that I was awaken from my nap for a photo shoot.  I do not take good pics when surprised like that. (hiss)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-5241506860917448101?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5241506860917448101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5241506860917448101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/5241506860917448101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Si-zeg9fzoI/AAAAAAAAACI/HMhKMaofjKI/s72-c/IMG_5664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-4317844751118750822</id><published>2009-06-07T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:07:30.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunkin. Cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upside down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mischief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fur'/><title type='text'>Upside Down - Purrfect!</title><content type='html'>It seems that I got into a little mischief yesterday. My humans went out for a bit and left me alone. They usually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do that often so it was nice to have the house to explore. I was having a great time. I learnt how to jump from sofa to sofa without using the table &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; in between. It was so much fun I had to show them several times last night when they got home. I don't think they were amused though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to touch humans daddy's laptop. He always says ''no'' to me when I go sniffing around it but yesterday I was rather curious as to what he does on his computer and since he wasn't here to tell me ''no'' I decided to have a sniff. I was feeling rather tired from all that jumping and I do the love the feel of the heat on my belly from the laptop that I decided to just curl up and nap a bit. When I woke up, I was hungry so I walked off the laptop and went to my food dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that my humans came home. I was so excited as they went shopping and brought back a box. I quickly claimed that box as ''mine'' as I rolled around in it and brought one of my toys to it. I really like my box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, human daddy yelled ''&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; is up with my laptop?'' - I just looked at him and stayed in my box. I then heard him mention my name to human mommy. He started to say that everything was ''Upside Down'' on his screen and that his wireless was turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then turned to me and said '' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt;, what did you do?'' - At that moment I decided it was best to play asleep, so I quickly closed my eyes and just laid still in my box. He wasn't amused. I then heard him say that there was ''fur'' all over the keys. I then realized that I left evidence behind at the scene. I quietly moved myself out of the box and then ran quickly under the bed. I stayed there until the coast was clear to come back out and play some more with my box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love my box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess human daddy is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; because this morning he put my blanket into my box for me. Now, its nice and cozy here. I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; take a little nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did learn my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt;: When the humans are away, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; will play...but make sure you leave no evidence for them to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Purrfect day - well almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SivziRhAocI/AAAAAAAAACA/DTjabjy7uls/s1600-h/DUNK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SivziRhAocI/AAAAAAAAACA/DTjabjy7uls/s320/DUNK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344633152948183490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-4317844751118750822?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4317844751118750822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/upside-down-purrfect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4317844751118750822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4317844751118750822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/upside-down-purrfect.html' title='Upside Down - Purrfect!'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SivziRhAocI/AAAAAAAAACA/DTjabjy7uls/s72-c/DUNK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-4059955983599702287</id><published>2009-06-05T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:29:21.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunkin. Cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tweets'/><title type='text'>Twitter Tweets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sil-5ntZPXI/AAAAAAAAABw/UHL-wZ58a0Y/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343941961228828018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sil-5ntZPXI/AAAAAAAAABw/UHL-wZ58a0Y/s320/bird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, day 2 on this thing called Twitter - have you tried it yet? So far, I have enrolled many other feline friends to help in my world domination of the human species. We will control them all! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muhahaha&lt;/span&gt;, in due time of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is one thing bothering me? Why do we call them tweets? Dang birds get everything named after them. I mean come on they already have the freedom to fly anywhere they want to go. Why can't we call them ''Cat calls'' or ''Purrs'' or ''Meow Messages''? Ok, maybe not ''Cat Calls'' cause that might just get the strange humans chasing us.... Hey, I would even allow them to call it a ''woof'' once in a while. Well, I guess whoever this human is who created this Twitter thingy must not have a cat yet. We need to get him a cat so we can get control of this Twitter situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why not come and have a ''Tweet'' with me at &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Dunkin_the_Cat"&gt;www.twitter.com/Dunkin_the_Cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been rather a good day. It was FollowFriday which means you get to make a lot of friends, I even made friends with a dog today. We all had a few laughs and shared a few secrets. Occassionally, you get some sort of human wanting to sell you something but I just let my human take care of them. They then disappear, kinda like I do when I crawl under the dresser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the cool cats are ''twittering'' nowadays. So come on now, join me and tell your other feline friends about our mission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-4059955983599702287?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4059955983599702287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter-tweets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4059955983599702287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4059955983599702287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter-tweets.html' title='Twitter Tweets?'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sil-5ntZPXI/AAAAAAAAABw/UHL-wZ58a0Y/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-4062880740832104592</id><published>2009-06-04T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:12:21.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunkin. Cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Name'/><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sih-v3FJJeI/AAAAAAAAABI/scSgTb9SnSs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343660318579566050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sih-v3FJJeI/AAAAAAAAABI/scSgTb9SnSs/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't already figured it out my name has been changed since leaving the shelter. I'm actually rather glad about that cause I wasn't really too keen on Michelangelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole car ride back, my new mommy and daddy kept saying all these strange names to me. I didn't bother to respond to any of them because I was so excited about being in a car. One name that I did hear was ''&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stewie&lt;/span&gt;.'' I guess they noticed because they were like ''oh, he likes the name.'' I was called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stewie&lt;/span&gt; all night long. Come to find out, the name &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stewie&lt;/span&gt; was from some show called ''Family Guy.'' They were watching this big thing in the living room and I saw who this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stewie&lt;/span&gt; was. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; frightened me at first, I mean his head looked like a football. Is that what my mommy and daddy thinks I look like? I wasn't impressed. I didn't respond to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stewie&lt;/span&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, daddy kept saying he wanted ''&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkins&lt;/span&gt;'' - I wasn't sure what that was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he said it I became really curious and wanted to find out so I followed him everywhere. Mommy then said ''&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt;?'' and I looked at her to see what is this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt;. Mommy must had noticed that I was interested in learning more cause &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; when mommy said to daddy ''How about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; for a name?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy then said D U N K I N - so I ran over to see what this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; was and he then looked at mommy and said ''Yup'' that will do. After that, they started calling me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; all the time. I still haven't found out what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; is yet but I know that every morning daddy goes to a place called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin's&lt;/span&gt; and comes back home with something that smells yummy. I always try to smell his breath to see what it is. I guess they must think I smell good too. Someday I'll find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-4062880740832104592?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4062880740832104592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4062880740832104592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/4062880740832104592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sih-v3FJJeI/AAAAAAAAABI/scSgTb9SnSs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-2669405764133112288</id><published>2009-06-04T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:40:42.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Hey, pay attention I'm telling you about me!</title><content type='html'>Now that I have your attention...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geesh&lt;/span&gt;, humans really do seem to get distracted easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in July 2008. My mom couldn't handle raising 4 boys on her own so she had to give us up to the local shelter. The animal rescue here makes sure that all animals get a loving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have names yet, so the shelter gave us names, and since humans think they are so creative when it comes to names - we ended up being named after turtles! How intelligent is that? Don't humans know the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; between turtles and cats? Anyway, my name then became &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Michelangelo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; I got the coolest name of all 4 as my brothers got stuck with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Donatello&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Raphael&lt;/span&gt; and Leonardo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the runt of the litter. Much smaller than my brothers. I was also fluffy while my brothers had short fur. I sometimes wonder if I even had the same daddy because I really looked different from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tons of kittens at the shelter and they use to let us out of our cages and run freely in the store. Most of the kittens would play together but for me, I used to run and explore and sometimes cause some mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans always came in to see us. Little humans use to chase me around the store, I really didn't like that as I wasn't sure what they wanted from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 3px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343650382474098978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sih1tgM_uSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/o7dGWJ1Z3Ug/s200/dunk1.jpg" /&gt; One day these two humans came into the store and I was sitting there in my cage and they kept looking at me. I had no idea what their problem was. I decided to walk up to them and press my nose &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; the cold crate. Next minute they were petting me and I really liked that. I was then allowed to come out of the cage to visit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climb right up onto the man's shoulder and just sat there looking around. It was really interesting up here as I've never see the store from this height. I was really comfy so I decided to lay down right there on his shoulder. He walked all around the store with me laying on his shoulder and it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did wrong but after an hour of being with them they left. I just watched them from the window and then they disappeared. More humans came in but I just kept thinking about these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I was running around the store again and all of a sudden I was picked up from behind. I didn't know what was happening to me. I turned around and it was them! They came back. I climbed right back up on his shoulder and sat there. They were talking with the other humans about adoption but I didn't know what that word meant. Then the store human told me that I now have a new mommy and daddy and that I can go home with them on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took my picture (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; they one you see on this page) and then left again. I couldn't wait till Friday, even though I didn't know what Friday was I knew that I was going to see them again. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343650382474098978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sih1tgM_uSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/o7dGWJ1Z3Ug/s200/dunk1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I left my brothers that day, I don't know what happened to them but the store human told my new mommy and daddy that they got adopted too, so I was really happy cause that meant they too had a shoulder to climb on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my story of how I found these humans and got adopted. Have you thought about going to your local shelter and seeing if there are any kittens or cats that might like your shoulder too? Go on now, take a drive down there. You will make some kitty just like me very very happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-2669405764133112288?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/2669405764133112288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-pay-attention-im-telling-you-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/2669405764133112288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/2669405764133112288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-pay-attention-im-telling-you-about.html' title='Hey, pay attention I&apos;m telling you about me!'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sih1tgM_uSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/o7dGWJ1Z3Ug/s72-c/dunk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406595402650219068.post-6547496786926592566</id><published>2009-06-04T04:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:51:42.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to know me, then fear me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sih6AP7cl8I/AAAAAAAAABA/3cpurQBUtrA/s1600-h/IMG_5559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343655102569551810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sih6AP7cl8I/AAAAAAAAABA/3cpurQBUtrA/s320/IMG_5559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, i'm Dunkin a cute 11 month of kitten, hey I'm not a year old just yet so I still can call myself a kitten. That way I get more attention. People don't seem to make big deals over cats but use the word kitten and then you hear awwww, what a cute kitty. Ya, I love to watch humans make fools of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my days controlling my owners. Its rather funny to be honest. Two grown adults speaking to me like I am some sort of baby or child of theirs, but hey, i'm just a cat, I mean kitten. ( go on say it, awww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say i'm big for my age and i'm still trying to figure that one out. What is big to a human? I mean hello, I am smaller than them so how can I be big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to make some time out of my busy days to share a bit about my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't be bored, because i'm just an adorable kitten, awwww with a hidden agenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406595402650219068-6547496786926592566?l=dunkinthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6547496786926592566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-to-know-then-fear-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/6547496786926592566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4406595402650219068/posts/default/6547496786926592566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunkinthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-to-know-then-fear-me.html' title='Get to know me, then fear me'/><author><name>Dunkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554278958798474279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/SiiBU_H20-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NV5uGPmAQag/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5lEm50-3n8s/Sih6AP7cl8I/AAAAAAAAABA/3cpurQBUtrA/s72-c/IMG_5559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
