tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645626022807902152024-03-14T08:59:36.297-07:00Crazy Cats, Crazy DogsThings that have happened recently with the cats and dogs in my life.Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833023499402334232noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164562602280790215.post-91141766583156485802008-04-06T16:56:00.000-07:002008-12-13T01:05:11.747-08:00Watching the weather channel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorM1M3fHCWo8BUM6jf_6fhsf_5tGCj-MPn7lA_qCK_D9Fl64pDFdxrQJkF8cSpA1E69-e1If85-wfsXYvd5lfUKW3v2R8U2bE4VYaY5OD77Uf0KrYFIOqPxqq7_WMXhp4Q-2Kj41F6n8h/s1600-h/lorweather.jpg.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorM1M3fHCWo8BUM6jf_6fhsf_5tGCj-MPn7lA_qCK_D9Fl64pDFdxrQJkF8cSpA1E69-e1If85-wfsXYvd5lfUKW3v2R8U2bE4VYaY5OD77Uf0KrYFIOqPxqq7_WMXhp4Q-2Kj41F6n8h/s400/lorweather.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186286007210742786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Lorelie</span> likes to sit on the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">TV</span> and watch the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">Weather Channel</span> a lot. It started when we were going to go to Mexico and our grandma said that her old cat liked to sit on the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">television</span>. Then, knowing <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Lor</span>, she would always do something crazy like sit on top of the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">TV</span>.<br />But we had to change the </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">TV</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">. The one in the living room went upstairs and <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Lorelie</span> did not know. She thought it was the same </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">TV</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> but it wasn't. It has a round back, so she fell off of it and it was very very funny.<br />Now she cannot lay on the </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">TV</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> as she likes to.</span></span>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833023499402334232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164562602280790215.post-30972086606083507522007-08-28T16:44:00.001-07:002008-12-13T01:05:11.996-08:00Lor in a drawer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifg5SsGoqIjSBNyUsJu5folZxJARSVgeDK7qhffVnTJeCdq4vKMUDO9knsCz3UBm5A4zalq7Rz0f876EOaMYKrI7cb2MLzPsoj51QfEe8xcBItXUvDMHaP42c0pp6AiAT9CYu-_OOd0LLe/s1600-h/lordrawer.jpg.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifg5SsGoqIjSBNyUsJu5folZxJARSVgeDK7qhffVnTJeCdq4vKMUDO9knsCz3UBm5A4zalq7Rz0f876EOaMYKrI7cb2MLzPsoj51QfEe8xcBItXUvDMHaP42c0pp6AiAT9CYu-_OOd0LLe/s320/lordrawer.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103901729864837682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The cats love to spend time in the kitchen, for example: <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Lor</span> in a drawer.<br />Lor's new hobby is to lay on the ironing board.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika's</span> new hobby is to lay in the cabinet where the broom is and go in cabinets maybe looking for mice.<br />Something has changed in the past two days. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">Kerstin</span> and I are going to school, so the cats are really freaked out about that.<br />They are even looking for the suitcases, since we get up at 6 in the morning every day.<br />The cats might throw a party when we are gone, with all of the alley cats. Every single one. From every single alley in the city of <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Dubuque</span>.<br />And <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span> starves herself when we are gone. But the funniest part is that once she sees one of us walk in the door, she runs to the food bowl.<br />Our schools are <a href="http://www.jefferson.dubuque.k12.ia.us/">Thomas Jefferson Middle School</a> and <a href="http://www.marshall.dubuque.k12.ia.us/">John Marshall Elementary School</a>.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </span>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833023499402334232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164562602280790215.post-60480890794027711622007-08-22T06:24:00.000-07:002008-12-13T01:05:12.152-08:00Mouse! Mouse! Mika, catch it!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLV146Dkr8V3v7ZATLckAh2V6EkrmFcvop1kOMqjWW3NCx2QTQ9IbO8BMowEb-DOi1-OyeXI8GVPGxD9uzLHZEncs0liLBWkCGsHdyBW4lLX45zthIq_Gm-IKxJuLubno7DeySCdLoDbcl/s1600-h/mika_baby.jpg.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLV146Dkr8V3v7ZATLckAh2V6EkrmFcvop1kOMqjWW3NCx2QTQ9IbO8BMowEb-DOi1-OyeXI8GVPGxD9uzLHZEncs0liLBWkCGsHdyBW4lLX45zthIq_Gm-IKxJuLubno7DeySCdLoDbcl/s400/mika_baby.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101515699455543986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Last night when I went to bed, my dad came running upstairs, saying <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">"Mika caught a mouse!"</span><br />I thought that daddy was kidding, then I thought about it, and actually thought that it was true, because he told me all about it and I heard a big crash.<br />The crash was <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span> capturing the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">mouse</span> in the kitchen.<br />She chased it into the bathroom and it ran into a hole behind the sink, but <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span> was waiting for it and caught it again and they severely injured it and brought it into the living room and started playing with it.<br />It died because she was playing with it so hard. My dad used a plastic bag and threw it outside.<br />I think if <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span> can catch a bat -- she caught a flying bat earlier this summer -- she can catch anything.</span></span>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833023499402334232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164562602280790215.post-33209635332644044252007-06-25T18:34:00.001-07:002008-12-13T01:05:12.356-08:00Mika versus me in Battleship!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ab-7eSKwh5KRmU6r7xmvhQvkE1LboqWL6JxE2GQqQQG_sTkPYt3zHafSyRpJxYF_T_PCB3-HjLTnCHpASGhceBaEGKOuBwEbYie5GWs3-TgAVwXXb9IVK1wqZQDqsz16B9c6Cnq5b5YX/s1600-h/mikabattleshi.jpg.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ab-7eSKwh5KRmU6r7xmvhQvkE1LboqWL6JxE2GQqQQG_sTkPYt3zHafSyRpJxYF_T_PCB3-HjLTnCHpASGhceBaEGKOuBwEbYie5GWs3-TgAVwXXb9IVK1wqZQDqsz16B9c6Cnq5b5YX/s400/mikabattleshi.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080180385203251298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tonight me and daddy were playing <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Battleship</span> and the top of the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Battleship</span> box was over to the side and <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span> came over to the side and laid right in it.<br />We were laughing and laughing.<br />For some reason the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">cats</span> just love to lay in boxes and brown paper bags. I think it is because they love to hide a lot and so I think that is why they do that.<br />I said "<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span> wants to learn how to play <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Battleship</span>."<br />But she really tried to go to sleep.<br />I think she did that because she wants to hang out with me because I have been away for three days.<br />Whenever we're gone she always wants to hang out with us when we get back. Earlier today when we came back she followed me everywhere. It made me think she loves me so much.</span></span>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833023499402334232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164562602280790215.post-86081825898035263962007-04-23T17:31:00.000-07:002008-12-13T01:05:12.458-08:00Mika my baby!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwynByyek6PTu13ub6Wxdv0SGy6C28wRE4Nt3REcJFYA2KjGQmWxNpfChwKD0lLDvTperUUsCOweixMVjcapkZztcll9h1vY7fYYwRFq2e8bdGQuCjwuhGrnic5vPMSSfPQf4y1_6pVAY/s1600-h/sleepmeeks.jpg.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwynByyek6PTu13ub6Wxdv0SGy6C28wRE4Nt3REcJFYA2KjGQmWxNpfChwKD0lLDvTperUUsCOweixMVjcapkZztcll9h1vY7fYYwRFq2e8bdGQuCjwuhGrnic5vPMSSfPQf4y1_6pVAY/s400/sleepmeeks.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056786163974125586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">When we first got <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span> she always followed me around. It was so cute. And she was very skinny. Now she is very fat. She is on a diet now. That means we are only feeding her a certain amount of food every day. We're getting her to exercise.<br />Sometimes we give her <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">catnip</span>. It makes her <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">crazy</span>! It makes her go <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">nutso</span>!<br />It is so <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">funny</span>. She all gets all wound up and runs all over the house. It is very, very <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">funny</span>.<br />Now, let's get back to the following me around part. Now, in the morning, she follows anyone who gets up first. And she always sleeps with us at night.<br />That's why I call her my<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> baby</span>.<br /></span></span>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833023499402334232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164562602280790215.post-19263776811509317112007-03-18T17:46:00.000-07:002008-12-13T01:05:12.712-08:00This is the all-girl lasagna table<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3QQxrhJh1dSIoRPOl6VeMM0N5nQLBBLFAcPzAh1Jdv0EmhegJsO-Sb_-eqetKNLpHP7VmohpGKJN4QEkX906oh6bbSnumdH_LZuycT9gMmWpSyxHqcWiJ9aE0Q96A5zq7qLldvWgqmVd/s1600-h/isthismylasagna.jpg.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3QQxrhJh1dSIoRPOl6VeMM0N5nQLBBLFAcPzAh1Jdv0EmhegJsO-Sb_-eqetKNLpHP7VmohpGKJN4QEkX906oh6bbSnumdH_LZuycT9gMmWpSyxHqcWiJ9aE0Q96A5zq7qLldvWgqmVd/s400/isthismylasagna.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043431125231115298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">One night, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika (my cat)</span> was sitting in <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Daddy's</span> seat when we were getting ready to eat supper.<br />I laughed. It was funny because <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span> had never done that before, well she had, but not during supper.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Mommy</span> set <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span>/<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Daddy's</span></span> lasagna on the table and <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span> showed a funny face: Is this for me?<br />We all laughed. Then <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Daddy</span> said: "I'll just go eat in the dining room."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Kerstin</span> and I both said: "No, no, no, no, no. We'll kick <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span> off."<br />I think <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mika</span> sits there because she is part of the family, which she is. She's just not part of the family that sits at the table.<br /></span></span>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833023499402334232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164562602280790215.post-54858788282862058842007-02-10T17:04:00.000-08:002008-12-13T01:05:12.865-08:00Lorelie be careful... and I mean it!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7DovEOMwkpV66DNJN4L3usDy8Mya5DAujfjmpx-m38YgT8oibWGq8OzfdJMwmTALkcsGsY4_EiWAx8c9Aj-ahSglBfTa8_uJLs30lESQj9vVV8idQY-ndK0iMF7B7cpamE2oTExIrRDr/s1600-h/windowcats1.jpg.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7DovEOMwkpV66DNJN4L3usDy8Mya5DAujfjmpx-m38YgT8oibWGq8OzfdJMwmTALkcsGsY4_EiWAx8c9Aj-ahSglBfTa8_uJLs30lESQj9vVV8idQY-ndK0iMF7B7cpamE2oTExIrRDr/s400/windowcats1.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030076382945210818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">One day, it was <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Lorelie's</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">crazy streak</span>.<br />First, she tried to jump from the liquor cabinet to the highest place in the house.<br />But when she tried, she fell. Then she tried to get on the liquor cabinet, but she couldn't quite get on it.<br />Then, about an hour later, when I was at my friend's house, my dad told me that she tried to go backwards down from the staircase to the church pew under the stairs. But, she slid down the arm and fell and was seriously embarrassed. That is why I named this section <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"Lorelie be careful... and I mean it."</span> She is a crazy cat. <br /></span></span>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833023499402334232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164562602280790215.post-53641275171391791882007-01-20T19:17:00.000-08:002007-01-20T19:24:34.118-08:00All about me!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Hi. My name is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Annika</span>.<br />My family has two cats. Their names are <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Mika</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lorelie</span>.<br />I have one sister. Her name is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Kerstin</span>.<br />She has a blog, too.<br />My cousin Morgan as a dog named <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Zoey</span>.<br />My grandpa has a dog named <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Rebel</span>.<br />My aunt and uncle have a dog named <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Johnny Cash</span>, but we just call him Cash.<br />When I see the cats and dogs do something crazy, especially Lorelie, I will tell you about it and they often -- like every day -- do crazy stuff.<br /></span></span>Annikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833023499402334232noreply@blogger.com1