UPDATE 6/05/2007: I am really sorry and sad to report that my baby Milo closed his beautiful brown eyes for the last time May 5, 2007. He will be truly missed; I have “missed” pets before Milo, but Ive never ‘lost’ one…. Milo was the victim of an evil person’s random act of madness. He was poisoned by some sicko, who probably only needed a hug. I would have given them a million if it meant havin Milo today…. This page will be updated and kept in place as a memorial to the best friend I ever had… He will be eternally loved and missed.
UPDATE 4/03/2007: The page is sorta up- we experimenting with backgrounds and effects. You kno it takes a minute to get things just right. Consider us eternally under construction. But heres the link if you wanna go check it out : Milo on MySpace. He also has an email address-couldnt join MySpace without it. I know sendin a cat an email is kinda crazy, but if u send it he will answer it…
Heres the addy: email@example.com
3/29/2007 -MILO HAS A MYSPACE PAGE! Once we get all the “furniture” situated, we will post the link. Make sure you go by and say, “Hello” and add him as a friend!
3/15/2007- MILO-HERE BEFORE?
After 2 days of layin up since the last Momma Scare I had, today he decided to holla at the front door like he was bein held hostage or somethin…
Any way, I let him out, and he went and saw all his lil friends. He was out for about an hour or so. Like I told you he has gurlfriends so I guess, after 2 days he had to check in.
So like I said, he was out awhile, and when I went to the door and called him, he was in the driveway of the neighbor with about 2-3 other cats. When I called him, he kinda looked at those cats like. ” I gotta go folkz. I holla- they got food n’ in fresh water, n’ cat grass. n’ toys, and heat, n’ quilts, n’ shyt up in here! And they love Me! I see y’all later!. And he was outta there.
He pranced his azz up the steps (it’s always the steps!) and came up in here like he was the real King of Sheba!
I think he’s been here before…
Milo may have met his match…
2/2007 -Actually, I really don’t know what happened, but he’s a lil hurt. Poor baby.
Poor ME. Im the one who is stressed out. I noticed a lil limp when he came from under the bed yesterday morning. He didn’t sleep with me which was unusual in itself…
Anyway I noticed the limp, and went to pick him up and check him over. He started meow-in like, “Dont touch me; I hurt.” I let him alone, coz that sound was breakin my heart. But I kept an eye of him.
Later on I noticed a lil cut on his hind foot. And he didn’t want me to touch his back.. I think either he got into a fight and thats a bite, or he got ding by a car (Milo runs back and forth across that street like its nothin. His ‘gurls’ live over there somewhere).
I’m just glad he’s not road kill. But I don’t think hes gonna go outside again for the rest of his life, unless it’s with me.
I saw some leads at PetsMart for cats last time I was there gettin his birthday stuff. I think I will get him one.
We’ll see how that works out…
CatNip –Kitty Dope?
This stuff is awesome. I bought my already spoiled baby, Milo some yesterday. He just zigged out! First they tell you to “activate” (?) it buy crushin the herbs b/t your fingers, and then sprinklin it somewhere. I put his on the lower shelf of my computer desk. He went over there and sniffed around it, and then licked it. Then he swatted it all off the shelf!! But he was high by then. He started rollin around on his back (in the catnip!) and purrin real loud. Then he got hyper and playful, doin the “racetrack thingy”-jettin all around and jumpin over things. After a while he wanted to go outside and I thought that was odd since it was rainin up the yang yang outside. I let him out tho-he gets too loud when you don’t.
The thing is, he stayed out till about 2 this morning. Yes I was walkin the floor basically till he got his azz in here, so I know exactly what time it was…
When he got in here, he laid promptly down and crashed.
PRESENTING…*MILO THE MAGNIFICENT*
(I kno the pic is a little big, I couldn’t get it any smaller. I tried)
Well, as promised I finally got off my duff, and got the digicam up. This is the first of many to come. I’ve been wanting to get pics of Milo for memories in case something happened, but its fun takin pics of him. He thinks this is his big moment. He was “preening”; some of them didn’t come out well-I think I wasnt holding the cam steady enuff…
Isnt he just the cutest thing? And he’s big; doesn’t look it in that pic tho…
He’s been out all nite again. Just drug his azz in this morning as a matter of fact. I guess he’s got so many women they all need ‘equal time’, and that takes a day or so. He only does this every few days…maybe he had a schedule.
Well, at least it keeps the crowd off my porch.
(UPDATE*- *50* did not make the Ga trip, and I miss him terribly! The people I came to stay with when I came here “preferred” I didn’t bring him. I think it was their fake leather furniture they were concerned about. *50* Had more class than that!)
After months of imaginin’ him walkin on my bed, or that he is unrolling tha toilet paper in tha bathroom-I have a new baby. Her name is “Pretty”, coz she is. She will never take the place of *50* tho. He will always be a part of me no matter where he is. I think he knows that too…Pics soon !!!)
(UPDATE!! Pretty ran off and I spent a month lookin for her. Now I have Milo and he’s a cutie. More later!)
Milo is crazy. Why do all the mentally challenged pets find me? *50* was crazy, I told you how crazy “Pretty” was (somewhere) and now Milo. He is very spoiled (thats on me…) but he is also very aggressive about being spoiled (does that make sense?. I love him to death, but he makes me sick sometimes. And I always give in..(sigh)…He loves me tho-that I can tell. I wonder how much he will love me, when I get his nutz cut off next month…Yes he is going to get neutered. I think its best…(::more later::)
…I’ve decided that I will have a full-page devoted to my cat Milo. Now it does sound strange I know, but I feel like its necessary. Kinda. I’m a cat person and will always own a cat in my life. I’m one of those people who would grow old with a fat old cat right next to me. My last baby, *50*, who I had for almost 7 years, I only have a few pics of him and a harness he used to wear. Somewhere in this blog I shared how much I missed that cat when I first came to GA, and its a shame not to have more memories of him… I wish I did. Which is the reason for this page. Milo is so cute, (and crazy-he does some extraordinary things!) I dont want to miss or waste a moment of him. I’m gonna get off my duff and get my camera up, so I can catch some of those “kodak moments” of his. Pics coming soon!
The other day: Milo is feelin his lil self, and there are few hot females in this area. This is a new place and I was worried about him goin outside, but he seems to be handlin it well. Everyday, my porch has 1-2 of them “waitin” for Milo when I come home from work. When I open the door, he comes out, preenin’ and tryin to look all cute- its too much. Then he ‘descends’ (regally, at that!) down the stairs, and takes his harem under the porch, where they seem to meet. “Big Daddy Milo”. He’s big pimpin’ (lol). Took his lil azz off for 2-1/2 days once! I was distraught of course, thinkin he was layin somewhere, torn to shreds by 12 vicious Mastif Hounds, or road kill by one of these non-drivin’ fools around here (NO ONE in Georgia can drive-its uncanny…) When he came back finally early on a Sunday mornin’, I “cussed’ his lil azz out! He wasnt phased; he switched his lil self over to his “food area”, and turned around and looked at me as if to say. “Where’s my food, woman? Im tired, now. Let’s not play…”. (**sigh**) I eventually gave in (I always do!), and spoiled him like a king for the rest of the day, glad that he was back home and not road kill. He layed around eatin it all up too…
He’s gettin territorial about my shyt these days, too. You kno how cats ‘snuggle’ up under you in bed? Well, “we” have gotten used to sleepin that way. He usually snuggled in a spot that literally holds me hostage in the bed. I mean, he’s all comfortable, but I’m laying in an awkward postion. And when I try to get in a good position, he gets mad coz I moved! Now what that h3ll is up with that?? Gets loud with it- a “meow” that says, “Be yo’ azz still, I’m sleepin here, dayummit! Ima send yo’ ass to the couch in a minute…”. God, I’m glad he can’t talk, altho I think he wants to sometimes, the looks on his lil face…
He is truly a piece of work… Once he got mad enuff to turn around and swat me in the face! Okay??? Not hard, but it did stun me for a minute. I was like, “NO he didn’t, did he!?!?” And he was lookin at me like, “Yes I did. And…”
So now I know he’s “attitudinal”…
“Anal”, if you will.
That dern cat!
But I love him, and wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world. Like I said, he’s my reason for makin the doughnuts, and we have chocolate every day!