<?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-8279931</id><updated>2012-01-08T16:03:19.455-05:00</updated><category term='Dr. Strazza'/><category term='moving'/><category term='Award'/><category term='therapy visit'/><category term='PetSmart'/><category term='visit'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='stroller'/><category term='ketchup'/><category term='halloweenie'/><category term='pawtrait'/><category term='grammie&apos;s kitty kozies'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Auntie Deb'/><category term='a&apos;loonies'/><category term='Adriana Trigiani'/><category term='shadowbox'/><category term='secret paws'/><category term='new year'/><category term='video'/><category term='wa-wa'/><category term='Toby'/><category term='New Home Needed'/><category term='walkies'/><category term='a&apos;laxing'/><category term='work'/><category term='catnip'/><category term='update'/><category term='purrthday'/><category term='Luau'/><category term='car'/><category term='contest'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='catifornia'/><category term='turkey'/><category term='drama'/><category term='Grammie'/><category term='collar'/><category term='heat'/><category term='puma'/><category term='shoebox'/><category term='Toys'/><category term='larry'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='bacation'/><category term='Library'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Momma'/><category term='college'/><category term='website'/><category term='Blessing of the Animals'/><category term='Memorial Day'/><category term='wildlife watch'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='magic poodin'/><category term='Flood'/><category term='beans'/><category term='nascar'/><category term='fire drill'/><category term='book review'/><category term='home alone'/><category term='CrowShay'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='kitty kozy kontest'/><category term='cat'/><category term='cards'/><category term='kaboomie'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>timothydickens.com</title><subtitle type='html'>A not-so-daily blog by me, Timothy Dickens, the house cat...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>493</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-1462983431793655368</id><published>2012-01-08T01:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:02:38.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EU3V-YyR_Bc/Twk7rsLsfRI/AAAAAAAAAak/bAPmKYGhaUg/s1600/20110320142038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EU3V-YyR_Bc/Twk7rsLsfRI/AAAAAAAAAak/bAPmKYGhaUg/s320/20110320142038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695148825567329554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi everybean... I wanted to wish every furry and their bean a wonderful new year!  For me, it's been full of sweet dreams, visits to my Grammie and lots of sandpaper kissies!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, Momma and me wanted to visit Grammie so we did it all way sneaky and didn't let her know I was coming.  She was all way surprised when I walked in and popped up on her bed :)  We always have such nice visits together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way home, I did something all way funny.  Well, I thought it was funny, Momma?  She am thinking I'm nuts in the brain thing.  I was walking back to the house with her when I had to go potty all way bad.  So, I looked over at the garden, noticed the nice dirt there and a'cided to try it out!  Yup.  Momma didn't know what I was doing right away...but when she turned around and saw me all way meditative, she gasped!  I was going potty in the garden!  Tee-hee-hee!!!  But then something all way scary happened.  I thought my butt went on fire!  I was pretty sure of it.  Momma says it's a'cause it was so cold out, but I don't a'lieve her.  My butt started to smoke!  I turned around and looked at it to make sure I wasn't on fire.  Thankfully it wasn't.  But it sure did freak me out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-1462983431793655368?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1462983431793655368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=1462983431793655368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1462983431793655368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1462983431793655368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year 2012!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EU3V-YyR_Bc/Twk7rsLsfRI/AAAAAAAAAak/bAPmKYGhaUg/s72-c/20110320142038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-3933841676391718752</id><published>2011-09-07T22:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:20:02.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Attenshun!!!  Change in Web Address!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knows some of you wonder if I am all o-tay a'cause mine Momma is so busy she can't always type things for me anymore... but I wanted you to knows, I'm o-tay.  I has a great home, comfy bed, good fresh air to sniff all day long, poodins in all the surrounding apartments (which makes singing out the window oh so much fun a'cause they join in) and all the wa-wa a poodin' can enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I has been so a'laxed lately that I make mine belly go up.  See?  Mine belly thing am all way up.  I even has mine flashlight eyes on!  They make it all way easy to see things in the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02uOdhswstM/TmgjW_VvmsI/AAAAAAAAAac/-xVVlo0XeLA/s320/IMG_4607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649804610403015362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma am reading that great big book by my head.  She says it's all way good.  Grammie already read it and gived it to her to read.  It am called Pillars of the Earth...Momma says some parts are not for kitty eyes to read so I just usually do a turtle next to her and close my eye things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I has to say something all way important.  Mine website, www.timothydickens.com isn't going to be "timothydickens.com" anymore.  The company that makes it that way has now started to allow .xxx domains and me and mine Momma don't agree with that.  So, we am no longer gonna have www.timothydickens.com.  But don't worry, we am not closing up for good... it'll be like a hunt!  You can hunt for mine new web address!  LOL!  Just kidding, it am now going to be: &lt;a href="http://timothydickens.blogspot.com"&gt;http://timothydickens.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; Not too much of a change right?  It's actually been this all alongs, but we maked it easier to find me through the web hosting company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-3933841676391718752?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3933841676391718752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=3933841676391718752&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3933841676391718752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3933841676391718752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2011/09/attenshun-change-in-web-address.html' title='Attenshun!!!  Change in Web Address!!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02uOdhswstM/TmgjW_VvmsI/AAAAAAAAAac/-xVVlo0XeLA/s72-c/IMG_4607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-1895727667116577193</id><published>2011-03-01T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:19:31.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon's Cat in 'Sticky Tape'</title><content type='html'>I have felt just like Simon's Cat at times.  'Specially when there's duckie tape around.  That stuff is all way hard to get off my tootsies and it makes me so frustrated!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tV3SWjrt2rE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/8279931-1895727667116577193?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1895727667116577193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=1895727667116577193&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1895727667116577193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1895727667116577193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2011/03/simons-cat-in-sticky-tape.html' title='Simon&apos;s Cat in &apos;Sticky Tape&apos;'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tV3SWjrt2rE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-4280924143979165040</id><published>2011-01-02T14:53:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:28:31.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Happy Mew Year 2011!!!</title><content type='html'>Can you a'lieve it?  Another year am come and gone already!  I can't a'lieve I'm as old as I am!  I sure don't feel like it!  I do however like to sleep lots more than I ustah...but methinks that doesn't have anything to do with age.  I spent mine New Year with mine Grammie and Momma.  We all watched Avatar together at Grammie's place!  Has you ever seen this a'fore?  It was an all way good movie a'cept mine ear things hearded naughty words that Momma sometimes says at me when she thinks it'll make me pay attention to her more (which it doesn't by the way...)  I can't imagine living on a planet where the mountain things floated and great big birdies ruled the skies. Delish!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TSDbHaHFA4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/kggWSSbEq3Q/s320/162809_477980601470_602076470_6339129_6912367_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557682860489769858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed my new toy I gotted from Miss Bobbye and her bean daughter Sherri.  They lubs me lots.  They would come down to Grammie's room if they knew I was visiting and give me lubs.  I ustah visit with them and Mr. Russ who am living over the rainbow bridge now.  I kinda chewed off the rubbery part that's supposed to help Momma slingshot it across the floor but I don't care.  It smells all way good like catnip and feels good in my mouth when I crunch down on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgotted to share mine gifts that I got from mine Momma and Auntie Deb and cousin Toby.  I has a few pictures to show you what I got though!  Momma's gift am not in a picture but it am all way good.  It am a new water fountain that lives in the kitchen!!  It makes bubbly water come up so that I can lick it and it tastes oh so good on my tongue thing that sometimes I just sit and meditate and a'tend that I am a puma drinking from a pool of water in the Serengeti.  It's all way good fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TSDcZ1unQGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4jAS_HvX3FI/s200/20101227194603.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557684276652621922" /&gt;The next gift I gotted was from mine Auntie Deb.  She am just like Grammie and all way good with silly string and crowshay.  She maked me a great big giant velvet mousie with a scarf on and it has a jingle on it's curly tail!  Oh I can't wait to curl up and wrap mine paw things around this sucker and chomp and kick-kick-kick it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TSDcasDBroI/AAAAAAAAAZs/pFH3q3rvifo/s200/20101227194919.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557684291233754754" /&gt;Next am the gift I gotted from mine cousin, Toby.  Him am living with Auntie Deb and Uncle Gene all by himself a'cause Riley and Bonita went over the rainbow bridge.  So, this gift meant somefing special to mine heart thing.  It was wrapped in a Tiffany Box! &lt;/div&gt;When I opened it, I sawed a beautiful blue bow tied to a bell that sounded all way nice. &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TSDcbIAe48I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/zixpxzvH3lo/s200/20101227195028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557684298739278786" /&gt;It was so kind of Toby to think of me like that that it bringed tear things to my eyes and I had to wipe them off.  I sure do lubs that cousin on mine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am with all my new bell and duckie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TSDerSrZUWI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1nlbf9rHYh8/s1600/165689_477981626470_602076470_6339145_6562754_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TSDerSrZUWI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1nlbf9rHYh8/s320/165689_477981626470_602076470_6339145_6562754_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557686775504785762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a wonderful new year with sandpaper kissies and purr from me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-4280924143979165040?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4280924143979165040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=4280924143979165040&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4280924143979165040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4280924143979165040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-mew-year-2011.html' title='Happy Mew Year 2011!!!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TSDbHaHFA4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/kggWSSbEq3Q/s72-c/162809_477980601470_602076470_6339129_6912367_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5316466726112378001</id><published>2010-12-11T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:12:30.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Mrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TQPbFZ-3qzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dt_W-QDyV2s/s1600/TimmyBling.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TQPbFZ-3qzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dt_W-QDyV2s/s320/TimmyBling.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549520051770993458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5316466726112378001?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5316466726112378001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5316466726112378001&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5316466726112378001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5316466726112378001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2010/12/mrow.html' title='Mrow!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TQPbFZ-3qzI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dt_W-QDyV2s/s72-c/TimmyBling.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-1327444262434102959</id><published>2010-11-25T11:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:56:45.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Happy Fanksgibings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TO6Unm_va1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/psJaFsFnrMk/s1600/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TO6Unm_va1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/psJaFsFnrMk/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543531599543364434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wishing all of mine dear friends and furbabies out there a wonderful and happy fanksgibings!  May you enjoy the day with those you lubs!  I'm all way thankful for mine Momma and Grammie...and YOU!  I can't wait to eat mine dinner tonight a'cause it am gonna be Turkey wif Gravy for me!  Yay!  I'm watching the parade on the big talking box right now and dreaming of being there waging mine tail thing as I give everyone lub eyes on the top of a float!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-1327444262434102959?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1327444262434102959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=1327444262434102959&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1327444262434102959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1327444262434102959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-fanksgibings.html' title='Happy Fanksgibings!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TO6Unm_va1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/psJaFsFnrMk/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-4877584664530635337</id><published>2010-10-08T10:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:21:05.012-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walkies'/><title type='text'>On My Walkie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, last night I was smelling the good, fresh air out the front window and it made me want to go walking in it so bad!  I stood at the front door and stared at it until Momma asked me what I was doing.  I looked at her and meowed and then tapped the door with my paw thing...&lt;div&gt;Momma taked my jacket down off the door and put it on me and grabbed the garbage and out we went!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It am all way good to go on a walkie at night a'cause it makes me blend in with the ground.  That way, I can sneak up and sniff things and nobean will get upset with me!  Oh it smelled so way good...until we got to the corner of our building.  I camed to a screeching hault and took a long sniff.  Then my ear things heard a squeaky kinda sound.  Momma did too and she maked my leash thing go small.  We stood there a second until Momma said it am OK to keep going.  We wented around the corner and that's when we saw it!  A skunkie!  It was a big one!  Across the driveway on the other side of the 'partment complex, digging in the dirt was a the biggest skunkie I ever sawed with my eye things!  Can you a'lieve it?? It stuck it's butt at us and was mumbling as he was digging... something about not going near him a'cause he'd squirt us.  Pshh...whatev.  Like we wanted to go over there... skunkies am strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Momma and me just walked by and kept going towards the garbage bins.  I have a new leash thing that lets me walk away from Momma sometimes!  I can stop to sniff and then catch up without her having to stop and wait for me.  It's all way nice.  When I catch up, the leash thing goes small.  Momma says it am a good 'vestment.  Now we can go on walkies together!  We both lubs the cold weather and now that it's chilly at night, we can walk around the neighborhood!  Sometimes, I see beans that live near us and they call me by name and pet me!  It's all way good fun.  I just lubs going for walks!  It's my new favorite thing to do!  The bestest is when you come back inside, you can cuddle up on your kitty kozy your Grammie maked for you :)&lt;/div&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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TK82kUGqjnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Okr6D7uP6J8/s320/IMG_2444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525695265306742386" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-4877584664530635337?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4877584664530635337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=4877584664530635337&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4877584664530635337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4877584664530635337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-my-walkie.html' title='On My Walkie...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TK82kUGqjnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Okr6D7uP6J8/s72-c/IMG_2444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-4465929390998885895</id><published>2010-09-26T23:25:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:00:44.500-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic poodin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beans'/><title type='text'>Superstishuns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TKAUpMPn6LI/AAAAAAAAAYw/scyrkDbY-GM/s1600/IMG_4134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TKAUpMPn6LI/AAAAAAAAAYw/scyrkDbY-GM/s320/IMG_4134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521435841050175666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This am mine pissy kitty face.  Why am I wearing this face?  I'll tell you why.  Superstishuns.  That am why.  Momma was reading on AOL about superstishuns and this bean writed a book about them and how they got started... This is what he has to say about me bringing bad luck:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Black Cats Bring Bad Luck: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oliver says black cats are notoriously linked to witchcraft, which is why some people think they're unlucky. However, there are two sides to this one. Allegedly, if a cat crosses your path it's considered unlucky, but if a cat walks toward you, it's a good omen. Should the first scenario happen, though, Oliver says the "only way to avert the back luck is to spit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Honest to blog, if somebean were to spit at me I'd be mortified.  Why would anybean spit at me!?  I mean, I try all way hard to greet everybean I meet but sometimes I walk sideways towards them...now I find out I could get spit at!?!?  I think beans are so strange.  Does it look like I'd bring bad luck?  No.  Instead, Momma says I'm a magic poodin.  It's true!  I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TKAWnZPMyxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/bFcuAsj4IHw/s320/IMG_3451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521438009201576722" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The other day, she am having wet things falling down her face and she said she needed a hug from me a'cause I'm a magic poodin.  So, I a'tended to enjoy her hugging me and knows what?  The wet things wented away.  I really am magical you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-4465929390998885895?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4465929390998885895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=4465929390998885895&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4465929390998885895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4465929390998885895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2010/09/superstishuns.html' title='Superstishuns'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TKAUpMPn6LI/AAAAAAAAAYw/scyrkDbY-GM/s72-c/IMG_4134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-7381332703900939140</id><published>2010-09-26T23:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:24:39.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auntie Deb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby'/><title type='text'>Most Embaraskin'</title><content type='html'>I must 'pologize.  Mine Momma and me forget to update mine blog a lot...but to leave everybean and furry hanging 'bout mine cousin was just downright wrong.  Toby am staying at home with mine Auntie Deb and Unkie Gene.  Them am working out their prollems and so far so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-7381332703900939140?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7381332703900939140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=7381332703900939140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7381332703900939140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7381332703900939140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-embaraskin.html' title='Most Embaraskin&apos;'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-545887431904622825</id><published>2010-07-28T22:19:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:44:00.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Home Needed'/><title type='text'>A Word from My Cousin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Calling all kind-hearted beans!  Mine cousin, Toby, needs a new home.  Could you be his forever home??  Here's a message from him that he posted on mine Auntie Deb's facebook page:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TFDm455sK-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/ZDLEUIEN-X8/s1600/38687_417622595212_566040212_5272479_1434852_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TFDm455sK-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/ZDLEUIEN-X8/s320/38687_417622595212_566040212_5272479_1434852_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499149010309229538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi! I'm Toby and I'm looking for a new home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Mommy has really tried to make a go at it with me for nearly two years, but her allergies just won't allow us to be together any longer. She rescued me from a very cruel neighbor who put me out with her trash and for that I will be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very nice little boy. My full name is Tobias (my Aunt, Timmy's Momma named me!) and I'm coming up on my 2nd birthday in mid-August. I'm an American Shorthair with big green-yellow eyes, pretty light gray fur and a tiny little white patch on my neck. Mommy says that I look like a "Russian Blue" but I'm an all-"American" boy! I'm about 14 lbs. but in good shape and rather fit. I've been neutered and front-declawed and coming up on my yearly check-up/boosters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very chatty and like to meow back to Mommy and Daddy when they talk to me. I'm really good with dogs (I live with Riley, the Jack Russell) and I love people. Some of my favorite things to do is bird-watch from the window, lay on my back with my belly in the air, sun-bath in a nice patch of sunshine and have my belly-rubbed very gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't kick, bite or scratch because Mommy taught me to be a little gentleman. But what I do like is to be held, kissed on the head and to just hang out. Mommy says that I'm like a puppy dog because I'll follow her from room to room. I travel very well in my little kennel—it's kind of my favorite napping spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you think that we're MFEO* and would like to be my forever Mommy or Daddy, please let me know right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*made for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS-I live in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Please send my Mommy a message if you can help me out!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Contact mine &lt;a href="mailto:momma@timothydickens.com"&gt;Momma&lt;/a&gt; or me, &lt;a href="mailto:timothy@timothydickens.com"&gt;Timothy&lt;/a&gt;, if you are interested in giving Toby his forever home.  It am breaking mine heart thing that him am going to have to go live somewhere else...but I knows we will find him just the right place to live!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please make sure to mention Toby in your message heading so we don't accidentally delete your message!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-545887431904622825?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/545887431904622825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=545887431904622825&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/545887431904622825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/545887431904622825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2010/07/word-from-my-cousin.html' title='A Word from My Cousin...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/TFDm455sK-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/ZDLEUIEN-X8/s72-c/38687_417622595212_566040212_5272479_1434852_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6771349531942545187</id><published>2010-04-22T18:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:24:36.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Oh Come Home Ma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/S9DZ3tWaz6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UBBJCQojLp0/s1600/IMG_0111.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/S9DZ3tWaz6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UBBJCQojLp0/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463105899090071458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, mine Momma has been making young beans know about mewsic and stuff again.  I hearded that it am not a job that will last much longer, but she has been very busy since there was snow on the ground outside.  Lately, she has been staying until the sun thing almost goes all the way a'hind the 'partment next to us.  Not past dinner or nothin', just...later than usual.  She says it am a'cause the beans am making mewsics together and it am gonna be purrformed this weekend!  "Oh Come Home Ma" am all about the old days when beans would ride on horses and say yee-haw and shoot guns and stuff.  Momma comes home singin' at me sometimes too a'cause the songs am all way catchy.  But I changed the words so that they make sense for me:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm Jist a Cat Who Cain't Say No" am all about when I want to have by neck and chin scratched... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ooooooohhh come home ma where the poodin's waitin' for some food" am what I sing to her when I see her coming home from school...O-Tay Momma, I wants to go have some treats a'cause I've been such a good boy waiting for you every day.  I can't wait to have you back to myself next week once the show's over!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/S9DaCWBa0LI/AAAAAAAAAYY/X8S6YIYZN2k/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463106081806536882" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now...about those treatsies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-6771349531942545187?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6771349531942545187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6771349531942545187&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6771349531942545187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6771349531942545187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-come-home-ma.html' title='Oh Come Home Ma!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/S9DZ3tWaz6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UBBJCQojLp0/s72-c/IMG_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-1699060769130619660</id><published>2010-04-10T16:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:09:41.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Protest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs458.snc3/26185_380915691470_602076470_4304866_1763989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs458.snc3/26185_380915691470_602076470_4304866_1763989_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For weeks now, Momma has promised to help me write on mine blog, and every day it's the same story... "Sorry Immy, I'm very busy".  Well, no more!  I know she likes to come in here right after she wakes up in the mornings so I a'cided to sit on top of the water chair.  That'll teach her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-1699060769130619660?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1699060769130619660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=1699060769130619660&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1699060769130619660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1699060769130619660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-protest.html' title='I Protest!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-7678010075328013349</id><published>2010-03-25T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:09:08.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hasn't forgotten!</title><content type='html'>Momma's mine secretary and she has been very busy with teaching the wee beans mewsics... I promise to try real hard to make her help me do an update next week!  Shmaybe if I put the bite on her while she am a'laxing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-7678010075328013349?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7678010075328013349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=7678010075328013349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7678010075328013349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7678010075328013349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hasnt-forgotten.html' title='I hasn&apos;t forgotten!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-7741743070596280763</id><published>2010-01-31T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:29:03.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a&apos;laxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma'/><title type='text'>Oh No...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/S2ZXjDJ53PI/AAAAAAAAAYI/55GfK4RKFOE/s1600-h/IMG_2876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/S2ZXjDJ53PI/AAAAAAAAAYI/55GfK4RKFOE/s320/IMG_2876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433126260122967282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Momma has been so busy that we almost forgotted to wish you a happy new year!  It am still January so we're not too late ....right??  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma am gonna be teaching beans and won't be home so much so I'm tryin' to practice loungin' around and gettin' used to bein' in the house alone again.  She got to stay home with me all through Chrissymus and well, it's time to make some of that green paper again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hopes you don't mind my quick post, just wanted you to knows I lubs you all and hopes to see you in the comment section or over on facebook!&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/8279931-7741743070596280763?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7741743070596280763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=7741743070596280763&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7741743070596280763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7741743070596280763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-no.html' title='Oh No...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/S2ZXjDJ53PI/AAAAAAAAAYI/55GfK4RKFOE/s72-c/IMG_2876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-8226046503553700499</id><published>2009-12-25T11:56:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:21:05.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Chrissymus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzTwzmLK2OI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ESBnbRL7dCc/s1600-h/IMG_2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzTwzmLK2OI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ESBnbRL7dCc/s320/IMG_2913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419221020844939490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chrissymus Eve found me at Grammie's place, celebrating with her.  I gived her some nice pressies I thought she'd enjoy.  Ribbon candy a'cause she am so sweet, she deserved a sweet AND a new calendar for the mew year!  It am one that changes the picture every day and they're all kinds of kitty cats on it!  I got to enjoy some delicious cat treats that she had ready for me.  Oh they tasted so good going in my belly.  My purr thing went a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzTxh9bwUvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/q9bpgT7e2ok/s1600-h/IMG_2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzTxh9bwUvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/q9bpgT7e2ok/s320/IMG_2921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419221817362502386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lubs mine Gramme so very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzTvn6d7SQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/RnrB7GtUNq8/s1600-h/IMG_2943.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzTvn6d7SQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/RnrB7GtUNq8/s320/IMG_2943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419219720622262530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was watching out the window for signs of Santa Claws, I couldn't help but think of how blessed me and mine Momma am to have so many kind friends and family that lubs us so very much.  It maked my purr thing go as I pontificated mine favorite Grammie :)  I a'cided if I sat and watched, Santa prolly wouldn't come...he's like that.  He waits until everybean am sleeping.  So, I wented to sleeps too with Momma and it was all way cuddly warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzTwRavRAPI/AAAAAAAAAXo/8lvw960EcEk/s1600-h/IMG_2941.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzTwRavRAPI/AAAAAAAAAXo/8lvw960EcEk/s320/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419220433659560178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was all way a'cited to find when I waked up that Santa had come and left me a pressie!  It am a new fishie toy and it smells like the most divine catnip I've ever sniffed in mine whole life.  Divine I say!!  I grabbed it and rolled around with it in mine paw things and kick-kick-kicked it and threw it in the air and everything!  Momma laughed and said I was such a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzTyTbsLqOI/AAAAAAAAAYA/B8Kh0-b4cak/s1600-h/IMG_2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzTyTbsLqOI/AAAAAAAAAYA/B8Kh0-b4cak/s320/IMG_2910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419222667298056418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;May Your Christmas Be Filled With Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Remember, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt; is the reason for the season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FROM TIMMY, MOMMA and GRAMMIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-8226046503553700499?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8226046503553700499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=8226046503553700499&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8226046503553700499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8226046503553700499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-chrissymus.html' title='Merry Chrissymus!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzTwzmLK2OI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ESBnbRL7dCc/s72-c/IMG_2913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-4617520084075687991</id><published>2009-12-22T00:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:17:57.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Behold!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzBUDv0ATbI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XDb8CMJQmsY/s320/IMG_2731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417922775077637554" /&gt;'Tis me, the Keeper of the Chrissymus Tree!  Protector of the Presents, Guardian of the Garland!  Come any closer and I might just hafta give you a sandpaper kiss!!  I lubs to sit by our Chrissymus Tree and admire it's beauty.  It's a special tree a'cause it am all Blue and Silver this year!  Even the presents under it am wrapped in blue and silver!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzBUEHnuYyI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Hx1Fn--cu68/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417922781468582690" /&gt; Sometimes, Momma makes the a'tend fire turn on and it makes everything cozy-looking.  She makes the lights go dark so all we can see is the Chrissymus Tree's lights and all the fancy sparkly orn-mints.  I likes them a'cause I can tap them with my toes and they don't fall off, they swing and make jingly sounds!  Momma always has loud words but I just ignore her.  I likes it do a turtle in front of the a'tend fire and pontificate under the tree's glow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzBV-RxiSLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/03PD1yVUoN4/s1600-h/IMG_2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzBV-RxiSLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/03PD1yVUoN4/s320/IMG_2754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417924880138127538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder if Momma would mind if I put mine paw thing on that fancy silver blanket with the shiny snowflakes on it???&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/8279931-4617520084075687991?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4617520084075687991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=4617520084075687991&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4617520084075687991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4617520084075687991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/12/behold.html' title='Behold!!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SzBUDv0ATbI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XDb8CMJQmsY/s72-c/IMG_2731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2940975285863629600</id><published>2009-11-03T23:52:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:24:36.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloweenie'/><title type='text'>Halloweenie Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SvEJOKGU90I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Bh8wh2sh-p8/s320/IMG_2597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400107567027648322" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This year, I kept my costume a secret from Grammie.  I wanted to surprise her and I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was a court jester!  A'cause I'm always being silly and making everybean laugh :)  I wented to the nursing home and visited with all the beans and gotted to ride with Grammie in a parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SvEJnHAdo1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/JtQjIlVDTB4/s320/IMG_2589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400107995694474066" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; When the parade was over, we wented back to Grammie's room to enjoy some treats!  She gave me some really yummy crunchies that made my belly all way happy and my purr thing went. Oh it was such good fun but know what?  There were so many beans that it was really loud.  I put my face into Grammie's arm and hid until the noise wented away.  Momma said I was such a good boy anyway...I let all the beans pet me and take pictures with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SvEMvXUqvaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EnSS3MIpbs4/s1600-h/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SvEMvXUqvaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EnSS3MIpbs4/s320/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400111436048022946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; This am Joan.  She loves it when I come to stop by and visit with her.  She has shaky hands so when they move a lot, she lays down.  I wented into her room, jumped up on her bed and showed her my costume!  She smiled and laughed and gave me such nice pets... felt so good that I got comfy next to her.  I could have stayed with her all afternoon.  She always gets so a'cited to see me and that makes my tail jiggle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SvEOFRW_5YI/AAAAAAAAAWw/DNCwDU8Y-IY/s1600-h/IMG_2640.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SvEOFRW_5YI/AAAAAAAAAWw/DNCwDU8Y-IY/s320/IMG_2640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400112911915935106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; When I was in the room with Grammie, Ms. Carol camed in to give Grammie some medicine to make her feel good.  She always gets a'cited to see me too!  Even though she was wearing all white, she picked me up anyway!  Hee-Hee!  Ms. Carol gives me scritchies a'hind my neck and on my back and that always makes my purr thing go.  Sometimes, she gives me treats!  I lubs it when she comes to see me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SvEJP3eUKGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jV6WOPG_XbQ/s320/IMG_2718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400107596387723362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here's a picture of Momma's punkin that she maked this year.  She did it from scritchy scratch!  Drawed a picture and cut it herself.  I think the poodin' on the branch looks like an owl with a poodin' tail, but I know what Momma was goin' for ;)  What was most fun is that at night, she would turn the special light on inside and it would change colors!  Red, Green, Purple, Blue, it was so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SvEPk5l6QtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XyjgGe9b53Y/s1600-h/IMG_2621.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SvEPk5l6QtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XyjgGe9b53Y/s320/IMG_2621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400114554803471058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;I hopes you all had a fun Halloweenie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-2940975285863629600?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2940975285863629600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2940975285863629600&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2940975285863629600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2940975285863629600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloweenie-fun.html' title='Halloweenie Fun!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SvEJOKGU90I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Bh8wh2sh-p8/s72-c/IMG_2597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5534160346954631297</id><published>2009-10-30T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:11:06.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear Ye Hear Ye!!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna be somethin' special for Halloweenie this year!   Momma helped me pick it out at the store and I got to try it on a'fore the big day!  Tomorrow, I'm gonna dress up and visit Grammie a'cause they am having a costume parade there!  Shmaybe I'll let Momma take some pictures of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5534160346954631297?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5534160346954631297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5534160346954631297&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5534160346954631297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5534160346954631297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/10/hear-ye-hear-ye.html' title='Hear Ye Hear Ye!!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5460666968886066223</id><published>2009-10-13T23:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:49:35.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessing of the Animals'/><title type='text'>So Blessed!</title><content type='html'>Momma tolded me I was going for a long ride in the monster with wheels...  I didn't know where we were headed, but she told me I had to ride in my stroller once we got there.  I didn't mind a'cause I lubs mine stroller!  I get to see and smell everything without anybody bothering me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we got out of the monster and into mine stroller, I could hear fancy bells ringing in the air!  It was all way pretty and maked my purr thing go.  But they didn't sound like the kind Momma teaches...these were great BIG bell things!  As we rounded the corner of a big fancy building, I saw lots of doggies and a few kitties sitting with their beans on the lawn.  Momma snuck in and sat down and I got to sit next to her in mine stroller.  It was then that I realized, Momma taked me to church!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/StVEupQ9mXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5NtDoIYN6rE/s320/PA044523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392291696987707762" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've only hearded about church!  I never thought I'd ever get to go there!!  It was a special service for us aminals.  Momma's (and mine now too) pastor talked about how special we were and then there was music that Momma singed with everybean... All Creatures of our God and King... I think it was about me!  Oh I felt very important and special.  Momma prayed a special prayer thanking God for me and maked me feel all way loved.  I try hard to be a good boy for her and it's nice to know she 'preciates my efforts :)  After the service, Pastor Mark put a special blessing over me with oil.  So I gots a little oily head in all mine pictures...oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/StVEvZeTQXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/K_Prj1kiUo8/s1600-h/889_PetBlessing_copy.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/StVEvZeTQXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/K_Prj1kiUo8/s320/889_PetBlessing_copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392291709928554866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though I wasn't so thrilled about having an oily head, I let Pastor Mark hold me anyway.  I thinks him am all way nice.  Plus, he said I looked like a bigger version of one of his poodins, Piaget.  Momma got to meet Piaget a'fore and says Piaget am a really nice poodin like me.&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/StVEv7B5zGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/odY8DjrbF0Y/s320/IMG_2421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392291718936251490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was all over, we were invited to get some snacks!  What a treat!!  I got to enjoy some yummy food while the doggies had bones.  There were lots and lots of doggies there but I didn't bother with them very much a'cause I knowed they couldn't bother me.  But, there was a Daschund that was very interested in my snack.  I just stared her down and she went away though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I gotted home, I tried very hard to get that oil off mine head.  It a'quired a lot of licking of mine paw and wiping it over mine ears.  But, I thinks I got it all :)&lt;/div&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/8279931-5460666968886066223?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5460666968886066223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5460666968886066223&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5460666968886066223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5460666968886066223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-blessed.html' title='So Blessed!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/StVEupQ9mXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5NtDoIYN6rE/s72-c/PA044523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2385259639444087649</id><published>2009-09-25T11:32:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:36:19.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>A BOOK REVIEW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Simon’s Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;by Simon Tofield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SrzkfS8m4GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/I9M9UEM3JV0/s1600-h/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SrzkfS8m4GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/I9M9UEM3JV0/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385430480741392482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thoughts Before The Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; We were very excited to hear that Simon Tofield was working on a comic book about his cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;His short films on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/simonscat" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; are hilariously funny and have been on our favorite list for years now.  The films are very well done, so we expect his book to be more of the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: 240 pages of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; vignettes featuring Simon’s Cat during a typical day around the house and outside and his interactions with Simon, his owner and other characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Tofield has a way of drawing you into the scenes played out across the pages and allowing you to “hear” as well as see what’s going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Set up much like his short videos on YouTube, the book has no dialogue, which makes it a fun book to sit and enjoy with young children as well as adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Simon’s cat, who remains nameless as of late, befriends a garden gnome and is constantly trying to coerce him into capturing the neighborhood birds and fish from the pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Clearly, this is a “cat-lover’s book” because when Simon’s sister’s dog is introduced, the dog is portrayed as an annoyance to Simon’s cat but that’s not to say dog lovers won’t get a chuckle out of this book either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tofield’s imagination is displayed in the cat’s clever ploys to snack on birds, fish, buggies, and naturally, his dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One scene in particular left us doing that good belly laugh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It’s dark outside. Simon’s cat is holding a lit flashlight and aiming it at his face where you see his mouth is gaping wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He’s hoping that the light shining into his mouth will attract moths that will unknowingly fly right into his clever trap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; do something like that” –Timothy Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“I know... that’s what makes me laugh so hard!” –Momma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At a reasonable price, “Simon’s Cat” makes a great gift for any cat lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We know our copy of the book will remain on the fireplace as a conversation piece for those looking for a quick laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: Two Thumbs Up for charm and whit :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Timothy Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: Four Paws Up for representing us poodins in a light-hearted and clever way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you like to win a &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;free copy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; of this adorably charming book?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Read on to find out more about the contest giveaway!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#242424;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contest Info&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Email your full name and address to: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:momma@timothydickens.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;momma@timothydickens.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the subject heading, please write, “Simon’s Cat Giveaway”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;first five people&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; to do so, will be sent a copy of Simon Tofield’s new book, “Simon’s Cat”...it’s as easy as that!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:arial, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;-Only residents of the U.S. or Canada are eligible to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:arial, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;-No P.O. Boxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:arial, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;-Contest expires October 2, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***CONCATULATIONS TO THE WINNERS OF THE GIVEAWAY***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scooby, Shaggy and Scout's Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HotMBC's Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jasper's Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Derby's Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and...Miss Morgan!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Keep a keen eye on your mailbox a'cause you're gonna be getting a mighty fun book to enjoy sometime soon :)  You might get an email or somethin' from Momma about when to expect it exactly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8279931-2385259639444087649?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2385259639444087649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2385259639444087649&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2385259639444087649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2385259639444087649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/09/book-review.html' title='A BOOK REVIEW!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SrzkfS8m4GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/I9M9UEM3JV0/s72-c/IMG_2208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5858127216700140490</id><published>2009-09-24T00:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:30:23.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Srr1ova8sLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/RDWIrsREcfg/s1600-h/IMG_1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Srr1ova8sLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/RDWIrsREcfg/s320/IMG_1573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384886384747917490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's here Momma, it's here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oh I can't wait!!!  Hurry, open it already!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5858127216700140490?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5858127216700140490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5858127216700140490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5858127216700140490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5858127216700140490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Srr1ova8sLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/RDWIrsREcfg/s72-c/IMG_1573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5254514418592527300</id><published>2009-09-07T12:47:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:58:27.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a&apos;laxing'/><title type='text'>Chillaxin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SqU7AfXFALI/AAAAAAAAAU4/KGiA4LDqeqY/s1600-h/0326092203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SqU7AfXFALI/AAAAAAAAAU4/KGiA4LDqeqY/s320/0326092203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378770209568260274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wind has been coming through the windows just perfectly lately making it oh so nice to do some nappies on the couch thing.  That good fresh air is just what I need to start dreaming of crunchies and visits to Grammie's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today am Labor Day.  I don't know 'bout you, but I labor all the time.  It's hard being this handsome and cute all the time, but a poodin' has to do what a poodin' has to do.  So that's why it's so nice to hop up on the comfy couch thing, curl up and do some happy feet while the breeze tickles my fur. I've got Momma next to me and she's got her iTunes playing some smooth music that makes it so easy to mellow out... here's a few of my current faves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Paul am a musician that Momma knows oh so well.  She wented to college with him, toured and performed with him and loves him lots.  He's a good bean.  His music is amazingly awesome :)  &lt;a href="http://www.dpcampbell.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Here's his website&lt;/a&gt;.  Go there and listen to his music!  When you're done, buy it.  It'll make him happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that doesn't do it for you, shmaybe you'd enjoy a funky, mellow tune by The Weather Inside.  Click &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0017GZAPQ/ref=dm_dp_trk6?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1252348538&amp;sr=301-1" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to "Streets of Jerusalem" which is also a free mp3 download if you're on facebook and go to the iLike app... dude...quality free music.  P.S. Momma's favorite is "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0017GSN50/ref=dm_dp_trk4?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1252348538&amp;sr=301-1" target="_blank"&gt;24/7 (I Can Feel Your Heart)&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Dueck is a bean Momma wented to college with who used to play the piano a lot for chapels.  His song, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Better-Days-Jeff-Dueck/dp/B0016LKBLK" target="blank"&gt;Better Days&lt;/a&gt;" is smooth and well...you need this song in your collection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more really good song that makes you wanna curl up and purr is "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/City-Lights-Peter-Field/dp/B0016LKBOM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1252349097&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;City Lights&lt;/a&gt;" by Peter Field.  Peter am a good friend of Momma's.  She's even had the pleasure of singing and performing some of his music with him in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would make Momma and me happier than if you clicked on some of those links and purchased those albums.  They're good!  Promise!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5254514418592527300?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5254514418592527300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5254514418592527300&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5254514418592527300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5254514418592527300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/09/chillaxin.html' title='Chillaxin&apos;'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SqU7AfXFALI/AAAAAAAAAU4/KGiA4LDqeqY/s72-c/0326092203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2158508233419046475</id><published>2009-08-12T00:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:20:20.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It might not be nip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;But It's Just As Fun To Play With!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WEFJZoN2S-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WEFJZoN2S-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few beans ask me and Momma where we got mine cat treat toy... Methinks she gotted it at PetSmart, but it's been a long time and we aren't too sure 'bout that. Anyway, &lt;a href="http://www.thepetonline.com/treat-ball-small-p-43358.html"&gt;here's a link&lt;/a&gt; to a site in California that seems to have the one I have :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-2158508233419046475?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2158508233419046475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2158508233419046475&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2158508233419046475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2158508233419046475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-might-not-be-nip.html' title='It might not be nip...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2430441654758546768</id><published>2009-08-06T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:34:13.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catnip'/><title type='text'>A New Kind of High</title><content type='html'>Auntie Deb am bisiting me from Colorado and she bringed with her the bestest smelling nip ever.  It am called Orbit Gum.  It's so much better than any kinda nip I've had!  It am spearmint smelling and Momma said she hasn't seen me act so silly since the good strong nip she put on the floor a while back... schmaybe she will take picktures of me and put them on here?!!  Momma??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-2430441654758546768?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2430441654758546768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2430441654758546768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2430441654758546768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2430441654758546768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-kind-of-high.html' title='A New Kind of High'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6907191272697202342</id><published>2009-07-18T01:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:56:46.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SmFjjEOrfdI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZuVstYIgxdI/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359674485629484498" /&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&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOAH!!!!&lt;div&gt;Did you see the size of that bug???&lt;div&gt;I gotta go check it out...&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/8279931-6907191272697202342?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6907191272697202342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6907191272697202342&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6907191272697202342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6907191272697202342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/07/woah.html' title='What in the world?'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SmFjjEOrfdI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZuVstYIgxdI/s72-c/IMG_1136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-7966529833453999747</id><published>2009-07-04T01:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:15:57.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Kaboomie Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sk7k8HeV0oI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QdY41Ns0T70/s1600-h/patriotic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sk7k8HeV0oI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QdY41Ns0T70/s320/patriotic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354468728439689858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a real short message to wish all my U.S.A. friends a happy 4th of July :)  Enjoy the day, snack on yummies (I got to have some real live dead crab that Momma caught at Red Lobster with her bean friends!) and when it am all way dark, do a turtle in the window or in front of the talking box to enjoy some fancy kaboomies in the sky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-7966529833453999747?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7966529833453999747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=7966529833453999747&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7966529833453999747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7966529833453999747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-kaboomie-day.html' title='Happy Kaboomie Day!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sk7k8HeV0oI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QdY41Ns0T70/s72-c/patriotic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-741161667367303892</id><published>2009-06-28T11:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:03:31.552-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puma'/><title type='text'>It came from the air...</title><content type='html'>What am this evilness that has entered my purrsonal space!?  I must stay hidden in the bush like a stealth puma until the timing to pounce am absolutely purrfect...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeQ7KRaRNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_Cej18nlIqU/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeQ7KRaRNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_Cej18nlIqU/s320/IMG_1170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352406028197184722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must climb slowly up into this high tree and watch it's every move.  Then, I'll strike when I know it am the most weak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeQ7apPnDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/umitTNEOgX4/s1600-h/IMG_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeQ7apPnDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/umitTNEOgX4/s320/IMG_1172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352406032592116786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wapow!  Take that you evil feather!  You dared to enter my lair and now you must pay for your actions!!  Be very afraid as I unleash my wicked paw of fury upon you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeQ7_Qc3FI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cH1YgWcOD_4/s1600-h/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeQ7_Qc3FI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cH1YgWcOD_4/s320/IMG_1173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352406042420239442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to flee and it won't work.  My puma powers am strong and there am no way you'll ever get away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeQ7i9fvGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5aYu20WKqg8/s1600-h/IMG_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeQ7i9fvGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5aYu20WKqg8/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352406034824543330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a puma am hard work.  A'tecting your lair am even harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeQ8JNkQQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lLcrxmZ2Hhw/s1600-h/IMG_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeQ8JNkQQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lLcrxmZ2Hhw/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352406045092495618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil feathers, ye be warned...steer clear of mine paws of fury or you'll pay dearly...mwaa haa haaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeTdiYVx5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/DbJppK2Jdkg/s1600-h/IMG_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeTdiYVx5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/DbJppK2Jdkg/s320/IMG_1180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352408817807509394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-741161667367303892?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/741161667367303892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=741161667367303892&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/741161667367303892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/741161667367303892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-came-from-air.html' title='It came from the air...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SkeQ7KRaRNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_Cej18nlIqU/s72-c/IMG_1170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-3876816744818398732</id><published>2009-06-18T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:19:12.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>This rain shtuff makes the sky so dark and the wind all way chilly.... Methinks I'll curl in a ball and sleep up against Momma on the couch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-3876816744818398732?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3876816744818398732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=3876816744818398732&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3876816744818398732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3876816744818398732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2447141352908723994</id><published>2009-05-31T20:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:31:56.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CrowShay'/><title type='text'>Oh so comfy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SiMmc1f3RMI/AAAAAAAAATI/2FFvkVC7clg/s1600-h/n602076470_2398922_8080488.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SiMmc1f3RMI/AAAAAAAAATI/2FFvkVC7clg/s320/n602076470_2398922_8080488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342155859830457538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While visiting mine Grammie today, I noticed that she finished a blankie she's been working on.  It am for one of her aides that help her get ready and shtuff.  I like it a'cause it smells like mine Grammie.  Every time I see her, I curl up on it and since it was all folded, I had to be nice and only lean up against it.  But it am oh so comfy!!  She's got so many beans that want blankies!  Them am all buying her string to make it with...and so she says she'll be all way busy from now until kingdom come (whatever that means!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::UPDATE::&lt;br /&gt;Momma forgot she had a little video of me massaging the blankie...enjoy :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eyLG27_90X0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eyLG27_90X0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-2447141352908723994?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2447141352908723994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2447141352908723994&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2447141352908723994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2447141352908723994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-so-comfy.html' title='Oh so comfy!!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SiMmc1f3RMI/AAAAAAAAATI/2FFvkVC7clg/s72-c/n602076470_2398922_8080488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-8210358905402397389</id><published>2009-04-12T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:44:42.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SeHhtypdpUI/AAAAAAAAATA/flU3-ltPqM0/s1600-h/easter_bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SeHhtypdpUI/AAAAAAAAATA/flU3-ltPqM0/s320/easter_bunny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323784411334681922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPPY EASTER EVERYBEAN AND FLUFFY!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ is Risen Today, Alleluia!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him am alive :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-8210358905402397389?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8210358905402397389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=8210358905402397389&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8210358905402397389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8210358905402397389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoppy-easter.html' title='Hoppy Easter!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SeHhtypdpUI/AAAAAAAAATA/flU3-ltPqM0/s72-c/easter_bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5130489860092925814</id><published>2009-03-28T11:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:11:00.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a&apos;laxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Strazza'/><title type='text'>Seriously?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sc5LO0AXwDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1dYTI_OexQU/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sc5LO0AXwDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1dYTI_OexQU/s320/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318270927821586482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this morning, Momma put mine leash on and we went for a nice stroll outside.  Then, a'fore I knows it, we was in the monster with wheels and going somewhere!  I was peeking out the window and looking all smug at Momma.  I didn't knows where we were going a'cause when we visit Grammie, we don't stay in the monster with wheels very long... not today.  We were going a long time and I knows that PetSmart am far away, but we weren't headed there.  Knows where we went??  Do you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Momma gotted out and opened the door on mine side, I heard doggies barking.  I knew right then that we were at Dr. Strazza's house.  I had Momma pick me up and carry me in a'cause there was a great big doggie there.  I don't like doggies near me.  I don't mind them online, but in purrson, I can't stand them.  I went right into the room and stood on the shiny metal table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Strazza camed in and told me I was a good boy and checked on mine tail thing.  He twirled it around and maked sure it am not gonna fall off.  It am looking funny a'cause not all the fur am growed back yet but it am all better!  So then when I thought we was done, he pet me and then I felt two sharp pokes!!!  My hiney fell off.  I'm so sure of it.  I think I am gonna sleep and hope that mine hiney grows back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5130489860092925814?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5130489860092925814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5130489860092925814&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5130489860092925814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5130489860092925814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously.html' title='Seriously?!?'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sc5LO0AXwDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1dYTI_OexQU/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5974811158365067475</id><published>2009-03-15T11:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:38:19.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Purrthdays and Plays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0nCFE-uEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/L-tMiQ3J2HQ/s1600-h/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0nCFE-uEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/L-tMiQ3J2HQ/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313446052043339842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This am a picture of my new friend.  Him am livings right next door to me!  When the air is nice and breezy and it am not so cold out, Momma opens the window and we sit and look at each other.  We don't say much out loud but we have some of the most fascinating conversations telepathically.  His name am Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0nBy3H9HI/AAAAAAAAASI/ghOM-NAn5Q8/s1600-h/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0nBy3H9HI/AAAAAAAAASI/ghOM-NAn5Q8/s320/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313446047153386610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunter am not always in his window, but when he is, we stare at each other for really long times. Do you see that great big black thing?  I don't like it a'cause it am in the way of looking at the flowers and birdies.  There's a bean that lives above Hunter that comes down and makes food things on it.  Momma calls it an eye sore.  I don't know why.  It doesn't touch her eye so how can it make it sore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0nCkpU5SI/AAAAAAAAASY/hhMusZMswdw/s1600-h/DSC_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0nCkpU5SI/AAAAAAAAASY/hhMusZMswdw/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313446060517287202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Momma has been oh so busy at her school this week!  Her beans a'formed "You Am A Good Bean, Charlie Brown".  This am a picture of Schroeter and Lucy.  Them am getting ready to sing about Beethoven!  Who knew Beethoven was such a famous kitten!!  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0nBamm2oI/AAAAAAAAASA/CJvG9f_EVhE/s1600-h/IMG_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0nBamm2oI/AAAAAAAAASA/CJvG9f_EVhE/s320/IMG_0721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313446040641657474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy is sitting with her younger brother, Linus.  Him am in love with his blanket and sings a whole song and dances with it.  It was one of Momma's favorite numbers.  Here, Lucy took a survey to find out how crabby people think she is and when she finds out, she am all way sad.  But, Linus comes and makes her feel all way better by saying, "...you have a little brother who loves you" and it makes everybean in the audience go "awww" and clap a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0nAWB6tjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/0cCGCTvwwAA/s1600-h/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0nAWB6tjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/0cCGCTvwwAA/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313446022234158642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and here am Lucy again!  She am helping Charlie Brown feel better about himself.  Momma likes how the set stuff came out.  She says it am looking exactly like what it looked like in the comics!  The art beans did an all way good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0sZfyPyCI/AAAAAAAAASo/gyNa1rEEa5U/s1600-h/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0sZfyPyCI/AAAAAAAAASo/gyNa1rEEa5U/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313451951907653666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This am Sally.  She am Charlie Brown's little sister.  Momma really likes her part in the play a'cause it a'minds her of Jules.  She repeats things that the others say, she gets upset at silly things but at the same time, she am all way grown up and it makes Momma laugh!  Her song "My New Philosophy" was a'formed a few years ago on the talking box by a famous broadway singer.  Momma says Stephanie did just as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0sZFh_M2I/AAAAAAAAASg/H5Te10odVuM/s1600-h/DSC_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0sZFh_M2I/AAAAAAAAASg/H5Te10odVuM/s320/DSC_0353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313451944860136290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here am the whole cast singing about Charlie Brown.  This am from the first song in the whole mewsical!  I can see mine Momma in the picture!!!  She am the 5th dark head from the left at the bottom of the picture.  She waved a stick at all the beans around her and they maked mewsic!  The beans on stage singed along and everyone in the audience clapped and maked happy sounds at them!  It was an all way good week for Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0sZ4xepoI/AAAAAAAAASw/CtIioNt8Fow/s1600-h/IMG_0701.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0sZ4xepoI/AAAAAAAAASw/CtIioNt8Fow/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313451958615320194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For me, this am the most a'portant thing though.  It was my purrthday yesterday!  I camed to live with mine Momma and Grammie five whole years ago!  I am six now and Momma says I look like a great big grown up kitten :)  For my birfday, she gived me a great big can of fancy feast!!  The WHOLE can!!!  What a special treat!!  And, she gived me a good long pet and brushed me and gived me kissies on my head thing.  It maked me purr all day long :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5974811158365067475?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5974811158365067475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5974811158365067475&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5974811158365067475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5974811158365067475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/03/birfday-thanks.html' title='Purrthdays and Plays'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Sb0nCFE-uEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/L-tMiQ3J2HQ/s72-c/IMG_0659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-1638369436519600201</id><published>2009-02-16T17:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:55:02.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adriana Trigiani'/><title type='text'>Balentimes Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnr9QhTPGI/AAAAAAAAARc/SQ7Brx5CNWk/s1600-h/IMG_0656.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnr9QhTPGI/AAAAAAAAARc/SQ7Brx5CNWk/s320/IMG_0656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303529473844657250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am a month after mine boo-boo with the door!  It am still hurty but getting lotsa fur back where Dr. Strazza had to shave.  He's an all way good doctor you know.  I put on mine red scarfie and wented over to see mine Grammie for Balentimes Day!  Momma says that mine red scarfie makes me look dapper.  I don't really know that word but I hopes it means something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnr8_RjOEI/AAAAAAAAARU/l6XwL6sytyI/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnr8_RjOEI/AAAAAAAAARU/l6XwL6sytyI/s320/IMG_0651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303529469215193154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I gived her chocolates with a kitty on the cover a'cause it am looking like mine cousin, Toby!  They didn't have one that looked like me so we wented for the next best poodin' in the family... Grammie has trouble with her paw things so sometimes I try to help her out.  Here I am trying to help her open up her chocolates.  It was all way hard to do... 'specially when you don't have thumbs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnr8nqdAbI/AAAAAAAAARM/feCJIog_1vg/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnr8nqdAbI/AAAAAAAAARM/feCJIog_1vg/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303529462877192626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I'm a'tending to be a watchdoggie!  Don't anybody come near Grammie's chocolate box or they'll get to meet my teethies all way upclose and purrrrrsonal!!!  Mrrow!  Momma gotted Grammie some cinnamon thing that maked their tongues go on fire.  Beans can be so strange sometimes... why would you want something to burn your mouth!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnr8ZtRpmI/AAAAAAAAARE/1Tn_QHMT5r8/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnr8ZtRpmI/AAAAAAAAARE/1Tn_QHMT5r8/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303529459130934882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grammie's window am the purrrfect width for me and my belly.  See all the fancy things Momma put up on the window to make it look pretty?  It's almost time to change them to something green!  Her window still says "Let it Snow!" and Momma hopes it does just one more time a'fore the winter am over!  Shh!!!  I can hear birdies from up here!  Them am down a'low eating bread things that one of the beans put out for them!  Oh it's so a'citing that it makes me chitter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnr9pmQmRI/AAAAAAAAARk/coyZcqRhbMA/s1600-h/A%26T.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnr9pmQmRI/AAAAAAAAARk/coyZcqRhbMA/s320/A%26T.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303529480576342290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This am mine favorite bean author.  She makes words sound all way good and makes books out of them!  Momma, Grammie and Auntie Deb have read all of her books!  Knows what?  She just wrote another once called, "Very Valentine" and you should shmaybe get it!  I gotted to meet her and so did Momma!  We was all way a'cited a'cause we have liked her for years!  I'm even on her website reading one of her books!!  When she met me, she knew just who I was a'cause of that!  Oh it was all way a'citing!!!  She even autographed a photo for me, ME!  She's all way good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-1638369436519600201?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1638369436519600201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=1638369436519600201&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1638369436519600201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1638369436519600201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/02/balentimes-day.html' title='Balentimes Day'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnr9QhTPGI/AAAAAAAAARc/SQ7Brx5CNWk/s72-c/IMG_0656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6703779028288918454</id><published>2009-01-20T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:56:41.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch Momma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnqQpCWQXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Nq-S-k4GEpM/s1600-h/IMG_0565.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnqQpCWQXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Nq-S-k4GEpM/s320/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303527607819977074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I gotted mine tail stuck in the door thing when I was walking out one day.  We was going to see Grammie and I was on mine leash thing.  Momma thought I was all the way through and let the door shut a'hind her but mine tail wasn't done coming out yet!  I maked such a loud cry Momma jumped and tried to open the door all way fast, but I pulled mine tail out first.  I maked the boo-boo worsted than it had to be.  So...I had to go get stitches put in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine Dr. am all way patient with me.  I didn't know what happened and started growling and hissing and making angry cat sounds...when Momma camed back to get me, she didn't like what she heard and wanted to leave me there.  That's when I knew I had to act better.  But I fell asleep for such a long time and when I waked up, things weren't right and I was in a strange place... Momma picked me up and taked me home.  I now have 5 stitches in my tail but the good thing is that I didn't have to have it taken off.  After I rested a few days, I wented over to see Grammie again and she maked me feel all way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnqQXwTL9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iwaJ3x4jR-k/s1600-h/IMG_0563.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnqQXwTL9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iwaJ3x4jR-k/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303527603180875730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-6703779028288918454?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6703779028288918454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6703779028288918454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6703779028288918454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6703779028288918454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouch-momma.html' title='Ouch Momma!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SZnqQpCWQXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Nq-S-k4GEpM/s72-c/IMG_0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-1522206156312211553</id><published>2009-01-16T23:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:01:42.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Mew Years Party!</title><content type='html'>Well, the New Year is here!  A'fore it gets too late, I wanted to share some pictures of the party that Momma and me throwed on New Year's Eve!  It was so much fun!!  We hadded Miss Kristine, Joe, Jules, Vic and Miss Lisa come and have good times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SXFimCwB_xI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wgvp6lLlPuw/s320/n693521881_1875587_4561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292119442849922834" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am singing my bestest!  Momma gotted a special game for the talking box that lets you sing along with words and mewsic and then it tells you how good you sing!  Oh it was all way good fun!  Momma let me sing my favorite song, "What's New Pussycat" and I did all way good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SXFimHfsMQI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GLnsoQGjGuI/s1600-h/n693521881_1875593_6174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SXFimHfsMQI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GLnsoQGjGuI/s320/n693521881_1875593_6174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292119444123562242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the New Year got all way close, we turned off the carry-okie and put on our party gear!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma and everybean popped bubbly shampain and started to count backwards!  Oh it was all so a'citing I didn't know what to do with myself!!  I sat in the corner and watched a great big glowing ball of sparkly yarn fall down on the talking box and that's when everyone maked loud words and blew on horns and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It maked me a'scared so I tried to hide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SXFil-86mCI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wj4jmrRN7Fo/s320/n693521881_1875595_6722.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292119441830221858" /&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&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;Momma says I didn't do a good job at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SXFil-gaZOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YK98jV3sClg/s1600-h/n693521881_1875598_7537.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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SXFil-gaZOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YK98jV3sClg/s320/n693521881_1875598_7537.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292119441710671074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, since everybean gotted to celebrate, I a'cided I needed to have fun too!  Jules and Joe were there cheering me on as I plunged my toe into some of the tastiest treatsies I've ever had in my whole life!  It was a party mix!  And it was just right for our party :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold still Momma, I think I see something very tasty in there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SXFilhbpkZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/UVj4IU1RslA/s320/n693521881_1875599_7809.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292119433906065810" /&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&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I sure hopes that everybean and poodin had a wonderful new year and that you have an all way good 2009!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8279931-1522206156312211553?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1522206156312211553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=1522206156312211553&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1522206156312211553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1522206156312211553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2009/01/mew-years-party.html' title='Mew Years Party!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SXFimCwB_xI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wgvp6lLlPuw/s72-c/n693521881_1875587_4561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-73936382455386439</id><published>2008-12-28T23:53:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:24:55.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow!</title><content type='html'>A few Fridays ago, Momma gotted to sleep in a'cause it was snowing so much outside!  Well, I had to be sure there was lots and lots of snow things falling from the sky so I hopped up on the new foot resting thing and peeked out the window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SVhY0ZaZqqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TkxtFxKVaFs/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285071819917339298" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SVhY00sVJQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BuYw9YI1Q-g/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285071827240297730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure was snowing!  We didn't knows it was gonna snow all day and into the night though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SVhZsfdCoQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5j1Hf39vF2E/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SVhZsfdCoQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5j1Hf39vF2E/s320/IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285072783611699458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the snow things come down from the sky, I like to get all way warm and the bestest place to do that is in the loo.  I knows.  It sounds strange, but it am a smallish room and there's a fuzzy rug and a great big heater on the floor!  We didn't have that kind of heater in our house so it am new to me!  I likes to do a turtle on the rug and ponder things for a long time... Sometimes, I pontificate so much that I forgets how long I'm in there and Momma has to come find me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SVhYz-9_WjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/NhSxj8qyYro/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SVhYz-9_WjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/NhSxj8qyYro/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285071812818852402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Momma hadded lots of fun on her snow day.  While I was thinking about things, she wented over to her bestest friend's house and maked 3D snowflakes with her a'tend nefew, Joe.  This one he maked all by himself (well, with a little bit of help on Momma's part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SVhZzUj-XXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/a8NdTysVpIY/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285072900947074418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you knows it was Chrissymus a few days ago??  I sure did!  I wented to visit mine Grammie and got to celebrate with her!  Momma put up a tree inside the house and put a bunch of light things in it.  Then she maked it all way fun to play with!  She putted silver and purrple ballies all over it!!!  There am icicles and bells on it too.  The ribbons are all WAY fun to play with at night.  Momma makes loud words at me when I go under it but I a'tend I am not hearing her and ignore her.  Look at the great big star on top!!  And see our fireplace?!  It's all way fun to watch the flames.  They are the kind that don't hurt you when you try to sniff them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SVhYzjf8mRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SrmclvI9sOI/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SVhYzjf8mRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SrmclvI9sOI/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285071805445085458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shhh....don't tell Momma I'm under here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SVhYzNvAniI/AAAAAAAAAPE/foadI4gRcQk/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285071799602683426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hopes you all had a very fun Chrissymus and Hanukkah!&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/8279931-73936382455386439?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/73936382455386439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=73936382455386439&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/73936382455386439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/73936382455386439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SVhY0ZaZqqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TkxtFxKVaFs/s72-c/IMG_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-4850028167665122387</id><published>2008-12-08T21:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:30:10.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making CD's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3WplPj3oI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WVksDm2TgdU/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3WplPj3oI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WVksDm2TgdU/s200/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277610348208447106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helping Momma put mewsic on CDs.  It's berry difficult work.  I has to sit on the table and a'tend I don't hear her saying "Timmy get down!" and then I put mine paw things on her screen like this...&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3UiG7WvEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PmUyeNik3FI/s200/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277608020788296770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she says more loud words at me and then sighs and gives up.  It's good fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma has been told that she am very good at making CDs.  I don't get it.  She doesn't make them...they come in a funny shaped plastic box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3UjUGQL3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/92cDexaZqhY/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3UjUGQL3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/92cDexaZqhY/s200/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277608041503534962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A funny shaped plastic box that smells when you stick your face in it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3UjtVBw5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/3ZJx_sd0QSo/s200/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277608048276390802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'oh! Momma!! Don't just sit there with the flashy picture thing, get this off mine head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3UiRh3sBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Yi14bCL3S7A/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3UiRh3sBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Yi14bCL3S7A/s200/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277608023634194450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3UhmE1UaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/T_Q1oy3Wm3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3UhmE1UaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/T_Q1oy3Wm3Y/s200/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277608011969679778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There am so much to talk about since we moved, but I don't knows where to start.  We hadded a real good Halloweenie and I got to dress up like a Cowboy!  I'm gonna show you pictures in another post another time.  But I thought I'd share a speshul picture of a poodin I spy on from mine window...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3WwIxzdWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PEfxm-wyx4Y/s200/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277610460826531170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see it?  Oh do you??  It am a great big poodin!  Momma and me both agree, it am all way bigger than even ME!  It was meowing and being all careful around another poodin that lives outside.  They was talking back and forth and telling each other to be careful.  They said to each other, "don't go so fast or I'll swipe you a'cause I don't trust you very much".  It was fassenating to watch!  It maked my eyes go all way big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma hadded Thanksgivings with Grammie and Aunt Kristine and her family.  They taked care of me while Momma wented on tour this year.  They treated me so good that I a'haved like I do with mine Momma!  I runned around the house and played and jumped and it was all way good fun!  Well, I thinks I'm gonna a'tire for now.  All this catching up makes a poodin need to do a turtle for a while.&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/8279931-4850028167665122387?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4850028167665122387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=4850028167665122387&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4850028167665122387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4850028167665122387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-cds.html' title='Making CD&apos;s'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/ST3WplPj3oI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WVksDm2TgdU/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5191060877200957538</id><published>2008-12-06T23:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:16:40.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma?</title><content type='html'>When am you gonna help me with a new post?  It's been ages and there's so much to talk about...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/STtN9eyw6cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s0HyeJh5jCk/s200/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276897107028011458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soon, Little One, very soon.&lt;/i&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/8279931-5191060877200957538?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5191060877200957538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5191060877200957538&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5191060877200957538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5191060877200957538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/12/momma.html' title='Momma?'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/STtN9eyw6cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s0HyeJh5jCk/s72-c/IMG_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5724508849202363484</id><published>2008-09-26T20:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:28:49.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some shots from my new home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SN16LKRJ6pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7c4qozh6pZM/s200/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250487072737323666" /&gt;Here I am in the loo!  Well, not my loo, it am Momma's.  It has the washer and dryer in it!  I likes to get on top of the washer and do a turtle.  It's a great place for me to sleep and think about things.  Know what though?  I falled a'hind it twice!  The first time, Momma pulled out the washer and got me out.  The second time she said I had to get out myself.  It was all way hard a'cause it's not high enough to jump and it's not easy trying to get a grip when you don't have rubber on your paws!  But, I did it and now Momma says it's ok if I fall a'hind there again, she knows I can get myself out.  But I don't think I'll ever do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SN16LPICD1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Kl9LWjPjuHM/s200/IMG_1404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250487074041237330" /&gt;Here I am a'laxing on the tile in the loo.  Our old house didn't have tiles, it had carpet things.  So...when I get all way hot, I can go lay down in the loo and cool off!  I like it a'cause I can see into the bedroom from here...I also like it a'cause it's got lots of black and white pictures of Paris in there.  I'm black and white!  I match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SN16LVmOFoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/60FI6PY5gVg/s200/IMG_1418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250487075778467458" /&gt;Oh here I am in the dining area!  It am a long way from the bedroom into the living room and I can get a good run when I want!  Sometimes I hook around the chairs and run up the wall!  Momma says I am a kookamunga when I do that.  It's way fun to get to run so very fast!  I couldn't do that in the hold house a'cause the rooms were too small to get up to a good speed.  Oh!  See the pinano?  I like to jump up on it and walk up and down...Momma doesn't like it when I do it but I like to play "kitten on the keys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SN16LSzRM_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_24nwFsYDbc/s200/IMG_1449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250487075027891186" /&gt;After all the big things were put in the right places, Momma started to decorate the walls and doors.  Here I am helping her.  Did you know my Grammie maked this wreath when Momma was in college?  It am maked of crow-shay flowers and leaves...it's very pretty...but not around my neck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SN16LqR9OII/AAAAAAAAAKA/FpfOePmP7SI/s200/IMG_1470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250487081330620546" /&gt;Momma's bestest friend gived her a housewarming party.  I didn't understand what it meant to warm up the house...it was almost 90 degrees outside and well...we had the air boxes on to make it cold inside...why she'd let Kristine warm up the house is beyond me!  But, I got so tired of all the beans coming in and making loud noises and bringing Momma gifts, I wented into the bedroom with Kristine's son Joe.  He likes me a lot and felt the same way about the party as I did... very boring!  So we a'laxed on the bed and watching cartoons...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5724508849202363484?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5724508849202363484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5724508849202363484&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5724508849202363484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5724508849202363484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-shots-from-my-new-home.html' title='Some shots from my new home!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SN16LKRJ6pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7c4qozh6pZM/s72-c/IMG_1389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2976620252847836042</id><published>2008-08-16T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:41:01.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><content type='html'>Today was a blog-worthy day.  Momma and me wented to our new home.  I went to go meet the landlord and get a good sniff of the place.  I approve!  There's three windows in the front and two in the back...plenty to smell the good fresh air and watch the beans and birdies (and from what I heard, other poodins!!)  While I was checking out the place, Momma was signing papers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finally left, Momma gotted me in the car and said "welcome home buddy".  Knows what?!  That apart mint am ours!  How very a'citing!  We drived in the car for less than a minute and we were in front of Grammie's place!  I spended all day sleepings on her bed and getting treats and pets from her.  I let her hold me all the way downstairs and back up.  She likes it bestest when I do that.  I got told I'm a good boy by Momma and Grammie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hearded that when we got home, I was gonna be getting lotsa more boxes to jump in and out of!  I learned the bad way that Momma doesn't like it when you jump in a box she's trying to fill with things.  She makes loud words at me every time I do it.  But those boxes are so tempting!!  They're everywhere I looks!  Methinks I'm gonna try to sneak into one and go hidey for a while :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-2976620252847836042?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2976620252847836042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2976620252847836042&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2976620252847836042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2976620252847836042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5012888820548087542</id><published>2008-08-09T00:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:35:31.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><title type='text'>So much in one week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SJ0dP4AgbeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pKP0rDlVGsA/s200/Grandma+and+Jenny.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232370500644138466" /&gt;Many things happened this week.  Mine Momma lost two Grammies.  Can you a'lieve that?  It was very sad and I really wish that I could find where they went, but Momma says that I won't find them.  She am not too sad a'cause they both lived very long lives 96 and 98!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SJ0dPnmmIhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VpU3rb0UlMQ/s200/IMG_1322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232370496240493074" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if that wasn't enough, Momma tolded me that we am gonna move.  I saw her eye things get all wet when she found out about the apartmint she saw.  She says that we am gonna live there now.  She says it's gonna be a real nice place to live where I will get to see birdies and shmaybe poodins out the windows!  I will be very sad to leave where we live but...if we're gonna move together, it shouldn't be so bad. Right?  Know what?  The apartmint am right next to where mine Grammie lives!  I could see her and if I meow real loud, shmaybe she could hear me!  Isn't that a'citing!?  I'm a'cited like Momma, but we're both kinda a'scared a'cause we've never moved anywhere a'fore.  We both call our house, our only home.  But, methinks we'll be ok :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SJ0bfGZCqaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Ej620KzPY2c/s200/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232368563179923874" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I wented to see mine Grammie.  I stayed close by her and when we wented down to the bistro, I snuck in under her wheelie chair and watched all the beans rolling around.  When we wented back up to her room, I got out of the magic room and runned all the way to her room by myself!  Grammie and Momma were all way proud of me for knowing which room is hers.  I know a'cause it smells like mine Grammie.  I knows to pass by the nurse stayshun and pass all the beans in wheelie chairs and go two more doors down until I see mine Grammie's door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SJ0be51pREI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AhTyndayyf4/s200/IMG_1377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232368559810233410" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I gotted to meet Elizabeth.  She am mine Grammie's roomie.  She am not always making sense but that's ok.  She was all way good today and camed over and pet me all way nice on the head.  She has a fake doggie that she calls Freddie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SJ0beYdnDdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xTTVw3Kh908/s200/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232368550851055058" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when she am not good, she thinks Freddie am real and tries to feed him.  Momma thinks it's kinda cute and funny.  Today, she gotted a nice picture of her with Freddie.&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;All this news makes me tired so methinks I'm gonna go curl up somewhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SJ0bfuwhGcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LXU1ONFoWlM/s200/IMG_1387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232368574015805890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5012888820548087542?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5012888820548087542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5012888820548087542&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5012888820548087542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5012888820548087542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-much-in-one-week.html' title='So much in one week...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SJ0dP4AgbeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pKP0rDlVGsA/s72-c/Grandma+and+Jenny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6840210135853432119</id><published>2008-07-07T19:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:55:12.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><title type='text'>What an Honor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://arteypico.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2AlPtm2wlM/SHADkiH2C8I/AAAAAAAACeI/8RVZkL3hjbo/s1600/gb080703ayp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice to be ack-nol-edged by your fellow friends.  This time, I have received an award from &lt;a href="http://derbysassycat.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Derby the Sassy Cat&lt;/a&gt;.  How very kind of him to think of me in this way!  I am truly honored and will consider sharing it with mine Momma...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned from being the recipient of this award that I must ack-nol-edge five other websites that have inspired me.  To limit this special award to five websites isn't easy.  There is a LARGE community of online furry bloggers out there so I tried to narrow it down to those that I find fun, clever and who hold a soft spot in mine heart.  These websites are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janesadventures.co.nr/" target="_blank"&gt;My Janie Bird =^..^=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychokitty.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Max the PsychoKitty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggingcat.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Prince Muddy Paws&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.china.brandimills.com/blog/" target="_blank"&gt;China &amp;amp; Zoe, my friends to the north&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Beau, the Southern Gentlemancat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&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/8279931-6840210135853432119?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6840210135853432119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6840210135853432119&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6840210135853432119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6840210135853432119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-honor.html' title='What an Honor!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z2AlPtm2wlM/SHADkiH2C8I/AAAAAAAACeI/8RVZkL3hjbo/s72-c/gb080703ayp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-8653430506769631469</id><published>2008-06-26T01:07:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:55:12.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wa-wa'/><title type='text'>My latest video...and other fun things.</title><content type='html'>Momma thinks I is all way smart.  When she am done watching a movie on the big talking box, a little door opens and pops out a tray with DVDs on them.  I knows that Momma needs to send them back to netflix so I helps her take them out!  Sometimes, not always, but sometimes I close the little door too.  In this video, I take out the DVD and close it with my head thing.  The beginning of the video says "Timmy Helps Momma" and the next frame says "He shows how he can take a DVD out of the player with his paw and then close the drawer by head-butting it."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-98654803a0757b4f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98654803a0757b4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329856453%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78DE8027DA752E7BCC7B113F3C386CB66097DD04.866E3B62DBDD34F51E3EE809891CDF971FE5203%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98654803a0757b4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzGxHxhY4a1RN1295F0P7YCfNegA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98654803a0757b4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329856453%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78DE8027DA752E7BCC7B113F3C386CB66097DD04.866E3B62DBDD34F51E3EE809891CDF971FE5203%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98654803a0757b4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzGxHxhY4a1RN1295F0P7YCfNegA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, I guess I'm kinda smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SGMl0Ui0_iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iU0aovZCdzs/s320/lionking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216054374223380002" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OoOo!  Guess what?!  Mine Momma am gonna go see a great big poodie cat on broadway soon!  I sure do wish I could sneak in to listen to that good mewsic with her.  The Lion King am my most favoritest movie ever!  Momma's too.  And the mewsic makes water come out of her eye things... a'specially the first song.  She says she can't wait to see it!  Me neither!  I hopes she brings home Nala...she's a pretty lioness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'member when it was all way hot in the house a few weeks ago?  Thankfully, Momma wented out and bringed back a new fan thing.  It's in the living room and blows real close to the floor so I make sure I get right in it's path... Momma laughed at me when she saw how I was laying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SGMnZ69MsPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ftYG7da5xXo/s1600-h/IMG_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SGMnZ69MsPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ftYG7da5xXo/s320/IMG_1033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216056119701319922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't help it!!  The wood felt nice and cool on my cheek and the fan maked the wind blow on my fur and it just felt sooo comfortabuble!  I could have slept there all day long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SGMnaB9I1cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/s6JmTch808g/s1600-h/IMG_1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SGMnaB9I1cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/s6JmTch808g/s320/IMG_1032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216056121580115394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that when you get hot, it's always good to a'member to drink lots of wa-wa.  I like to get mine fresh from the tub.  It runs slow, quiet and icy cold which is just how I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SGMnZheBoII/AAAAAAAAAIY/rF8AAnmHjxo/s1600-h/IMG_1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SGMnZheBoII/AAAAAAAAAIY/rF8AAnmHjxo/s320/IMG_1131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216056112859684994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;nom nom nom!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopes everybean and furry aminal am having a good summer!  I'm so happy that Momma am done with school for a while.  It means we get to play and cuddle a lot more than normal! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-8653430506769631469?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=98654803a0757b4f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8653430506769631469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=8653430506769631469&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8653430506769631469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8653430506769631469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-latest-videoand-other-fun-things.html' title='My latest video...and other fun things.'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SGMl0Ui0_iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iU0aovZCdzs/s72-c/lionking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6300778874118594227</id><published>2008-06-21T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:23:05.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Timothy_Dickens_Scott/1344062913" title="Timothy Dickens' Facebook profile" target="_TOP"&gt;I'm on facebook!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Timothy_Dickens_Scott/1344062913" title="Timothy Dickens Scott's Facebook profile" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/1344062913.17.491742959.png" border="0" alt="Timothy Dickens' Facebook profile" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come find me and be my friend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-6300778874118594227?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6300778874118594227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6300778874118594227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6300778874118594227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6300778874118594227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5091276860649706570</id><published>2008-06-01T19:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:09:55.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><title type='text'>Visiting Grammie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SEM2E-blrJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Z7e5g11MSZA/s1600-h/IMG_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SEM2E-blrJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Z7e5g11MSZA/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207065053276515474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am with Carol.  That's mine Grammie's bestest nurse bean in the whole wide world!  She has nice nails that she scratches mine back with and it feels soooo good!  I always purr when I see her a'cause I know she likes me a lot.  This is the first time she picked me up!  I cuddled down into her elbow and tried to sleep there... until the picture was over and then I jumped back on Grammie's bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SEM2HTOWPjI/AAAAAAAAAII/3W6XBwjqNWY/s1600-h/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SEM2HTOWPjI/AAAAAAAAAII/3W6XBwjqNWY/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207065093217861170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's mine Grammie!  I lubs her oh so much.  She pets me and says such kind words at me.  And knows what else?  She gives me treatsies!!  She has them in her top drawer for when I come to visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so used to going to visit Grammie now that I can walk on my leash from the parking lot all the way into the building and into the magic room!!  I know that when the doors close, I have to wait for them to open again and when they do, there's always a new place to walk outside... it's magic!  Momma calls it a lelevater.  (It's a magic room).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the doors open, I go to the right and look into each room I pass to see if mine Grammie is in there.  I do that until I find the right door and then when I sees her, I put mine tail straight up in the air and then trot into the room and jump right up on her bed :)  Grammie says I'm very smart to know how to do that all by mineself.  Everybean I pass in the hallway says I'm such a good boy and that I look like a doggie on my leash.  I don't mind...just don't ask me to woof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5091276860649706570?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5091276860649706570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5091276860649706570&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5091276860649706570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5091276860649706570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/visiting-grammie.html' title='Visiting Grammie'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/SEM2E-blrJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Z7e5g11MSZA/s72-c/IMG_1019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-16576141055913780</id><published>2008-05-31T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T18:53:49.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizzy Bizzy Bizzy!</title><content type='html'>I hasn't blogged in a turribly long time!  I'm very sorry 'bout that but it's just been bizzy around here!  Momma has been having so many concert things with all her beans that she hasn't had too much time to sit still and help me blog!  She even taked some of her beans to a place called Great Adventure.  It am a place that's also called Six Flags.  I dunno how it can have two names like that but whatever.  I wanna share some pictures of Momma and some of her beans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/IMG_0963.jpg?t=1212273180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This am some of the beans that Momma wented to the park with.  They all have the same shirt on!  Guess who maked it!?  Mine Auntie Deb!  It am all way fancy looking.  They looked very smart in that shirt!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/IMG_0962.jpg?t=1212273216"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here am mine Momma with the two other music beans she works with.  She's next to a great big duckie!  Him am a famous duckie...do you knows his name?  Oh!!  And there's a bunny too!  That bunny talks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma taked her jr. high band beans to Great Adventure.  They purrformed and gotted third place.  After they played for Momma, they gotted to go in the park and ride on some great big fast things!  It maked them scream real loud and laugh real hard.  Momma and her two music bean friends gotted to a'lax and watch the rides.  They all wented on one called a ferris weel but I don't think you'd get me on one!  It was so way high up in the air that Momma gotted some nice pictures of the park.  Here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/IMG_0968.jpg?t=1212273672"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing while Momma's been so bizzy?  Well, I've been bizzy too.  It's Spring and that means a lot of open windows and good fresh air.  It also means that Momma's been giving the birdies more food so that they come and visit more often!  I have been keeping a close watch on our birdies this Spring a'cause we have some great big hawk birdies that like to eye mine friends out there.  I enjoy watching them eat and sometimes I even get so a'cited to see them I chitter... so the last thing I want is for a great big birdie to come along and eat em up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/IMG_0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been to see mine favorite Grammie in the whole wide world.  She's been all way bizzy making crowshay things for beans.  She maked so many blankets that I can't a'member how many she maked!  Her nurse told her she's not allowed to make any more and give them away.  She said Grammie could make a lotta money with the fancy blankets she makes.  'Specially a'cause they're made by Grammie!  So, with all her strings she gotted from a very kind bean (you knows who you am!!) she's been making lotsa blankies and when she's not doing that, she visits with me!  I don't have any updated pictures of us though... methinks I'll have to make Momma bring her camera next time we go.  We'll purrobbly go tomorrow :)  I can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-16576141055913780?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/16576141055913780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=16576141055913780&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/16576141055913780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/16576141055913780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/05/bizzy-bizzy-bizzy.html' title='Bizzy Bizzy Bizzy!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-822988432884342684</id><published>2008-04-05T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:18:39.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collar'/><title type='text'>Fun With Collars</title><content type='html'>Momma and me was a'laxing today so she took my collar off.  It was nice bein' all stealth for a while.  I did feel nekkid though.  I like wearing my jingle collars so when Momma first takes it off, I always get a little worried about it.  A'fore Momma putted my collar back on, she started playing with it and making it jingle.  I gotted so a'cited that I chased it all around the floor!  I jumped up into my perch and started batting at it.  That's when Momma a'cided to make a video thing of me :)  I loves it when she does that!!  Now you get to see my swift paw action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jDZaP1pcWOQ&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jDZaP1pcWOQ&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-822988432884342684?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/822988432884342684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=822988432884342684&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/822988432884342684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/822988432884342684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-with-collars.html' title='Fun With Collars'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-3439225267069024306</id><published>2008-03-25T09:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:08:05.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma'/><title type='text'>Momma's Post and other things...</title><content type='html'>Greetings All Animals and "Beans" :)&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note to say hello and that all is well by us.  Yes there was a small fire up the hill from where we live, but I'm not sure if anyone even lives there anymore.  It is owned by the garden nursery and sometimes they allow workers to live on site.  It could have been an oven fire that spread through the kitchen, who knows.  It did smell really good though (is that bad to say?  I love the smell of burning wood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get a chance to wish everyone a wonderful Easter so I'm taking the time to do so now.  May the resurrection of Jesus touch your heart.  Timmy and I were going to visit with Grammie for Easter but as soon as I mentioned going out, he popped his eyes out of his head and ran upstairs under a bed.  When he says no, he says NO! LOL!!  So I went alone and had a lovely visit with her.  She adores the cards y'all sent her and thanks to some kind online friends, she is keeping herself busy by crocheting day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job has brought such joys for me I cannot express how thankful I am to God that He opened that "door" for me.  Recently, we had a band clinic where we brought the high school students of the orchestra and band down to the middle school and invited a touring college orchestra to play with us.  What great fun!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/20080310_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my friend and co-workers conducting the joint orchestra... it was so big that we couldn't fit it all in one shot!  The whole percussion section is missing and a heap of strings too... They played through the middle school's music and we ended with "Pirates of the Caribbean" which was soooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the library the other day, I had a good laugh for myself when I went to check out some books... this is what I saw:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/sillydog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this cutie walks with her owner all the time... The lady said one day she dropped off a book at the library and didn't have a place to park her dog so she quickly brought her inside.  She immediately flipped over on her back and stayed there the whole time the lady was in the library. She's now famous and when people see her coming, they peek their heads around the corner to see the silly girl on her back:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upsidedowndoggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not wanna go and scratch that belly!?!  When I did, I noticed she had a tattoo!  A little love heart with a number which signified she was rescued through a specific organization.  It's how they kept track of their rescues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to go take some medicine for my aches and pains.  Yesterday I had a root canal done...the procedure was really cool but once the pain meds wore off, I could feel how tender my jaw was... My dentist is amazing.  He even let me watch what he was doing with a mirror!  I had a pillow and blanket to relax with and got to watch Rachel Ray while he drilled away... No pain at all.  If anyone lives in North Jersey and needs a new dentist, he's worth looking up!!  www.emdental.com&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-3439225267069024306?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3439225267069024306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=3439225267069024306&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3439225267069024306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3439225267069024306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/03/mommas-post-and-other-things.html' title='Momma&apos;s Post and other things...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-1881721482776711742</id><published>2008-03-23T00:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:55:13.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PetSmart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><title type='text'>A fun day</title><content type='html'>Today, the woo-woo trucks came real close to our house.  They wented up a'hind where we live and spit cold water all over the house up there.  It was all smoky and stuff.  The wind was blowing the shtinky smoke smell into our house so Momma a'cided that it would be best to go bye-bye for a while.  At least until the smoke cleared from inside our house.  Momma taked me to my favorite store!  I gotted litter, stinky goodness and a new birdie feeder for outside my looking window.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R-Xg34vyEiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/A6Bsg94f-L8/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180794197089849890" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we suprised Grammie.  She's been missing me so I made sure she got lots of my lovin's all afternoon.  After that, we wented back to the house.  That's when Momma sneaked her phone thing out and maked this video of me.  I'm not gonna tell her why but for some reason, I always like to jump up on the dashboard on the ride home from Grammie's.  I don't do it any other time but Momma can always count on me goin' up there on the way home.  I guess that's how she knowed to film me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-acf212e236d93d2f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacf212e236d93d2f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329856453%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24603DC1EAE90CBE59C2890BAA58C5147882AAAD.7A2ED9B7748B0BA6B22472D9C6F2054DFEB6287C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacf212e236d93d2f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJPZAn1F8BvKfvumYw-P_PoEDR28&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacf212e236d93d2f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329856453%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24603DC1EAE90CBE59C2890BAA58C5147882AAAD.7A2ED9B7748B0BA6B22472D9C6F2054DFEB6287C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacf212e236d93d2f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJPZAn1F8BvKfvumYw-P_PoEDR28&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-1881721482776711742?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=acf212e236d93d2f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1881721482776711742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=1881721482776711742&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1881721482776711742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1881721482776711742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-day.html' title='A fun day'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R-Xg34vyEiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/A6Bsg94f-L8/s72-c/IMG_0700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6016199079047698263</id><published>2008-02-20T23:15:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:09:57.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammie&apos;s kitty kozies'/><title type='text'>Grammie's Kitty Kozies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7z-_173OpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jDR1jGcNdYA/s1600-h/IMG_2140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7z-_173OpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jDR1jGcNdYA/s320/IMG_2140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169286845077863058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm posting some photos of Grammies' kitty kozies a'cause some beans are interested in them... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have some photos of yourself with your kitty kozy that Grammie made, please feel free to share them with me so that the other beans can see you enjoying some crow-shayed Grammie love! ♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7z7Bl73OkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qRIfZzajGp4/s320/Mr+Hendrix+Sunbathing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169282477096122946" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Mr. Hendrix knows how to do a fine turtle on his kitty kozy.  Look at how lovely his fur shines in the sunlight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7z67V73OjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/avHJR35z1AU/s1600-h/Mr+Hendrix+Sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7z67V73OjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/avHJR35z1AU/s320/Mr+Hendrix+Sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169282369721940530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Hendrix cuddles up under his kozy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7z8cl73OlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8Q9KbNi7YcQ/s320/IMG_2157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169284040464218706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie trying out his new kitty kozy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was left at the vet's and his family never came to get him.  I'm not sure what ever happened to him, but I know if the family never came to get him, my doctor kept him.  My doctor's a good bean like that... he loves us aminals so very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7z9JV73OmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4fVIpvUBxiQ/s320/IMG_2158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169284809263364706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could anybean leave their poodin at the vet's??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Specially one as beautiful as Charlie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7z9u173OnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6I9abEmwzbQ/s320/IMG_2146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169285453508459122" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am posing with some of Grammie's kitty kozies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any color, any size!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use my kozy on my lookout post in the bedroom.  When the weather gets cold, I don't like sitting on a cold cabinet... Momma put my kozy down on it and I sit there all morning just lookin' out the back window.  I usually end up curling into a little ball and havin' a nap on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R70CUl73OqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SRA5LoxlfI8/s320/IMG_0169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169290500095031970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grammie likes to have special kitty kozy kontests.  She awards the winners of the kontests with enough kitty kozies for all the poodin's who live in the winning home :)  Here is Maggie investigating the new kitty kozies that arrived in the mail at their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R70FNF73OrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tSwTZp9SnTA/s1600-h/blankie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R70FNF73OrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tSwTZp9SnTA/s320/blankie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169293669780896434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Millie's story is so very special to all of us... we all kinda helped her get to her forever home with the help of many beans online that have never even met!  She traveled across state lines to find her forever home.  Here she is enjoying some new pink toys on her new kitty kozy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R70FNl73OsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aX8WqsHnnEc/s1600-h/06-dec-izzy-kozzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R70FNl73OsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aX8WqsHnnEc/s320/06-dec-izzy-kozzy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169293678370831042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This most beautiful and preciouset poodins is my dear Sweet Izzy.  I asked Grammie to make this one extra special a'cause she's my girlfriend!  Isn't she beautiful???  Sigh...&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/8279931-6016199079047698263?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6016199079047698263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6016199079047698263&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6016199079047698263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6016199079047698263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/02/grammies-kitty-kozies.html' title='Grammie&apos;s Kitty Kozies'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7z-_173OpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jDR1jGcNdYA/s72-c/IMG_2140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-4775733414803308607</id><published>2008-02-18T23:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:09:56.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purrthday'/><title type='text'>Grammie's Purrthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7pbCl73OhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5ljLpFyect4/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7pbCl73OhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5ljLpFyect4/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168543622462126610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am with my Grammie!  I celebrated her purrthday with her and it was just wonderful!  Momma gotted Chinese food and it smelled divine!  Knows what??  She even let me taste some of the pork fried rice!  It made my belly happy.  I wore my Happy Birthday hat for Grammie along with a scarf that said the same thing.  I had them last year, but methinks that Grammie enjoyed seeing me in it more this year.  Look at how happy she looks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7pbDF73OiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UrXrSSj--VE/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7pbDF73OiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UrXrSSj--VE/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168543631052061218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wasn't very pleased with the fact that Momma was taking so many pictures of me.  It was 'mbarassing enough wearing that silly hat... but then she hadded to go and take like a million pictures!  That's why I look like I was ready to bite her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grammie gotted nice flowers from Momma's Aunt and I gived her a bag of chocolate.  Momma gotted her an iPod Shuffle and a nice pink shweater.  That shuffle thing even has Grammie's name on it!  Momma putted mewsic on it and the first song Grammie hearded was called "Happy Birthday Mom" and it maked Grammie smile!  It was all way good to see her smiling so much!  Maked my purr thing go lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-4775733414803308607?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4775733414803308607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=4775733414803308607&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4775733414803308607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4775733414803308607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/02/grammies-purrthday.html' title='Grammie&apos;s Purrthday'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R7pbCl73OhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5ljLpFyect4/s72-c/IMG_0662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-3316934070798772443</id><published>2008-02-09T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:43:06.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><title type='text'>Movin' on Up</title><content type='html'>Momma helped Grammie move into a more purrminute room at the nursing home.  She am now on the top floor!  Grammie can look out the window and see trees and birdies and not have any beans peeking in the window at her or have lights from the monsters with wheels come in her window at night.  She's not very happy which makes me wanna purr by her, but she's doing better now that she's settled in more.  A'cause Grammie doesn't have a phone thing yet, Momma gived her the sell phone thing.  Grammie's gonna get a new phone thing on Wednesday!  I am gonna give it to her for her purrthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammie's purrthday am coming up on the 17th!  If you'd like to send her a card or picture, her new room number is 313W&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-3316934070798772443?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3316934070798772443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=3316934070798772443&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3316934070798772443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3316934070798772443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/02/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin&apos; on Up'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-1794484523679151380</id><published>2008-01-29T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:10:26.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luau'/><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>Momma invited some of the beans she teaches in college to come to our house for a winter luau!  It was so much fun!!  She maked the house look like Hawaii and there were flowers and lanterns hanging from the living room ceiling!  I climbed up on the stairs and if I reached my paw out, I could touch the lanterns :)  Tee-hee!  Anyway, the beans camed and had BBQ Ribs, potato salad, corn on the cob and pina colada cake with coconut and pineapple ice cream for dessert!  I sure wish I was a bean!  The food smelled all way good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R5-h44MbgfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/s830nfin5Gw/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161021696519143922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in my lei... Momma said I was a very good boy for keeping my lei on and not trying to eat it or anything.  I liked the way it accented my eye things. All the beans that camed in got leis on their necks.  Here's Momma with Miss Destiny.  She likes me and I think she's all way nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R5-h5YMbggI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W2sLTvFaNVA/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161021705109078530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma says Miss Destiny plays the pinano all way good and she's in the handbell group that Momma waves her hands at.  Miss Destiny used to have very long hair but she a'prised everybean on campus when she camed back with a short haircut!  Methinks it makes her look purrfesional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma and the others played all kinds of games and made loud laughing noises.  I didn't really like it too much so I went into Momma's room and watched over all the coats.  There were a whole bunch of em!  I sleeped right in the middle of em!  I didn't touch them a'cause Momma said that some of the beans had all way bad allergies and it would make them sneeze too much if I gotted all over the coats...so that's why I didn't touch  them.  After a long time of laughing, all the beans gotted their coats and wented back to the college.  It was an all way good night!  I am kinda glad I don't hafta wear my lei anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-1794484523679151380?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1794484523679151380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=1794484523679151380&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1794484523679151380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1794484523679151380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/01/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R5-h44MbgfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/s830nfin5Gw/s72-c/IMG_0578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-8022053366823607877</id><published>2008-01-19T21:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:13:45.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoebox'/><title type='text'>CAN I DO IT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R5KrRmSCP9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bNb8L-DNs8I/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157372842114957266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R5KrXWSCP-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Bg7LtzyhwVg/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157372940899205090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R5Kr5GSCQAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3SUMBPXApaY/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157373520719790082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R5Krp2SCP_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gynPoLTdP10/s320/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157373258726785010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;YES I CAN!!!!!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-8022053366823607877?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8022053366823607877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=8022053366823607877&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8022053366823607877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8022053366823607877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-i-do-it.html' title='CAN I DO IT???'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R5KrRmSCP9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/bNb8L-DNs8I/s72-c/IMG_0552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-4259193129687507502</id><published>2008-01-10T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:37:38.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R4bHrmSCP8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/U9bU0pm7uiI/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154026375396605890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammie will miss you and so will Momma and me, Enid.  Say hi to Jesus for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-4259193129687507502?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4259193129687507502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=4259193129687507502&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4259193129687507502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4259193129687507502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2008/01/mew.html' title='Mew.'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/R4bHrmSCP8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/U9bU0pm7uiI/s72-c/IMG_0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-8802910000552873393</id><published>2007-12-26T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:19:54.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Rockin' Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tpHy2lQimYA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tpHy2lQimYA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure hadded ourselves a most wonderful Chrissymus!  I hopes you all did too.  I gotted to visit with Grammie ALL afternoon!!  And, I got to go do some Chrissymus visits with the beans where Grammie lives.  I got so many pets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma and me taked our picture in front of one of the Chrissymus trees they hadded there.  I'll ask Momma to post them later.  Oh!  Knows what I had for my Chrissymus feast??!!  A WHOLE can of stinky gourmet goodness!!  I hadded Turkey Florentine with garden greens.  Oh they were most divine :)  They maked my belly full and happy after being with Grammie all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotted a new toy from Momma for Chrissymus!  It am a santa on a string and I likes to jump and chase him around.  Shmaybe I'll pose for a picture with it soon!  Yesterday, I got so into playing with him that when I went to jump, I forgot to look where I was going and landed on the coffee table and pulled Auntie Deb's fancy table cloth right on the floor and a whole bunch of stuff camed down with it!!  It plopped right on my bum!  I wasn't too too scared or nothin' but Momma laughed really hard.  It maked me all way 'barassed so she felt bad and called me over to her.  When I got there, she gave me a good pet and smoothed down my fur on my bum a'cause I maked it go up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that Grammie gotted a nice gift from me and Momma.  It am a digital frame that holds all kinds of pictures of me, Momma, Auntie Deb, and a whole bunch of beans... but they're mostly pictures of me on there!!  Grammie gotted all way a'cited when she opened it!  Now she can admire my handsomeness even when I'm not hangin' out on her bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hopes you had a great Chrissymus too!  Tell me all about it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-8802910000552873393?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8802910000552873393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=8802910000552873393&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8802910000552873393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8802910000552873393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/12/rockin-christmas.html' title='A Rockin&apos; Christmas'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2868762976305348804</id><published>2007-12-12T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:15:37.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma'/><title type='text'>I wubs mine Grammie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimandGrammie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with mine Grammie.  She has moved into a new room!  Her new roomie am all way nice and pets me and tells me I'm a nice cat :)  I go to see mine Grammie when Momma has time to take me.  She am all way busy this time of year... I'm kinda used to it by now.  I keep the house safe while she am a'hearsing and making songs with her voice and waving at beans...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma and me maked Grammie's new room look all way nice for Chrissymus.  There am a tree, a stocking and a snowman and all sorts of nice things in her room!  She even has a wreath that's made with jingle bells!!  Momma let me sniff it a'fore we putted it up.  If some of you would like to know Grammie's address, it am all the same except for the room... 202W am her room now.  She am pretty sure she am not moving again.  Her roomie am a resident like she am.  Grammie likes Enid, her roomie... and she likes her room now a'cause it am quiet at night.  She gets better sleepies now.  Oh!  I get to talk to her on the phone thing too!!  Momma makes the phone talk to me and Grammie comes out of it and I put mine face all over the phone!  I still don't know how Grammie makes herself so tiny and gets in there, but it's all way fun when she does that!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, Momma has her first concert with her middle school beans!  But it am a'pposed to make white fluffies come from the sky all day tomorrow so shmaybe she won't hafta do it until Monday...  Momma am also making songs with her voice on Sunday!  She gets green paper for doing it too!!  How a'citing!!! Shmaybe she'll use some of that green paper to buy me goodies.  I need some stinky goodness and crunchies a'cause I'm almost out of both! Yikes!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go on the um'puter to say happy thanksgiving, but you knows what?  I'm all way thankful every day for having a toasty warm house, a Momma and Grammie that wubs me so much and dear kind friends that say hello to me and send kind words to me... I hopes you all had a nice thanksgiving... and I hopes everyfluffy and bean am having a nice a'cember!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-2868762976305348804?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2868762976305348804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2868762976305348804&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2868762976305348804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2868762976305348804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wubs-mine-grammie.html' title='I wubs mine Grammie!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2725294926830879443</id><published>2007-11-10T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:57:16.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name Meme</title><content type='html'>Mine cousin, Riley Dog tagged me to do a meme but it taked a while for me to sit down with Momma to do it.  But here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (favorite stuffie + tail characteristic) Short Sock&lt;br /&gt;YOUR GANGSTER NAME: (favorite toy-filler + favorite cookie) Nip Lickins&lt;br /&gt;YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color + favorite animal species) Red Cat&lt;br /&gt;YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name + first 2 letters of your first name) Sco'ti (hee-hee!)&lt;br /&gt;SUPERHERO NAME: (“The” + 2nd favorite color + favorite drink) The Blue Water&lt;br /&gt;STRIPPER NAME: (your favorite scent + favorite treat) Fishy Feast (ewww!!!)&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s &amp; father’s middle names) uhh...I dunno Momma's middle name a'cause she won't tell me...and I don't have a daddy yet.&lt;br /&gt;SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday + favorite flower) Winter Iris&lt;br /&gt;CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit + article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”) Furry Apple&lt;br /&gt;HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast + your favorite plant) Crunchie Nepetia&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ROCK STAR TOUR NAME: (“The” + Your favorite hobby + favorite weather element + “Tour”) The Sleeping Rain Tour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-2725294926830879443?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2725294926830879443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2725294926830879443&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2725294926830879443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2725294926830879443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-name-meme.html' title='My Name Meme'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6104948177131881409</id><published>2007-11-10T22:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:45:40.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new furniture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RzZ4cdYMOTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LdDHKCEFOmg/s1600-h/Timmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RzZ4cdYMOTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LdDHKCEFOmg/s320/Timmy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131421255753021746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just lubs it!  There's lotsa space to play in it and feathers and all sorts of shtuff!  When I sit up on the top, I can see way far away and Momma says when she looks at the house now, she can see me sitting in the window!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-6104948177131881409?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6104948177131881409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6104948177131881409&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6104948177131881409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6104948177131881409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-furniture.html' title='My new furniture!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RzZ4cdYMOTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LdDHKCEFOmg/s72-c/Timmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5614435480279701062</id><published>2007-10-15T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:04:58.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma'/><title type='text'>Playing with the big boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RxP6MKfZcVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gPCvj9cnmOA/s320/get-attachment-1.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121712288131805522" /&gt; Momma wented to her college this weekend a'cause there were fun things going on.  They call it "homecoming" but I don't understand that a'cause she didn't come home until very late!  She invited some of her bean students to come to our house to play games.  I never played games with other beans a'fore...it was all way good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game that I liked mostest am called "twister".  Know what?  The beans taked off their shoes and stood on a great big plastic thing with colored dots on it.  Momma maked a black stick spin and point to different colors and then she'd tell them what to do.  I liked it so much that I a'cided to join in!  See mine right paw thing am on the green!  Methinks I winned.  I dunno how you win but alls I know is that I had a great time playing with them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't 'preciate me helping them play "loaded questions" a'cause the kept telling me to stop standing on the board.  But deep down, I thinks they liked that I did that.  Then they wented into the dining room and played a game called Monotony.  What's that Momma?  Oh it am not monotony, it am called Monopoly.  Psh...same thing!  Those beans didn't move for hours!!!  Miss Destiny was winning all way good.  Momma, she am not so good a'cause she had to sell all her shtuff and even then she went bankrupped.  Mr. Mark was a kind bean that I met that night.  He am a really nice bean.  He knows how to make a poodin' all way comfy around new beans.  Mr. Mark picked me up and kissied my head thing and gived me a catnip toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all way good fun playing with the beans :)  Knows what?  Them am coming back again sometime real soon a'cause I hearded Momma say so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Grammie yesterday.  Her roommate, Miss Mary, am living with Momma's daddy now.  She wasn't feeling good last week and over two days, she gotted real weak and sleepy...so now she am in heaven.  Momma and Grammie cried a little but they're happy to know she am at peace.  I gotted to see her last Sunday a'fore she gotted to feeling all way tired.  Momma and Grammie said their goodbyes the night a'fore she left.  I know that Grammie am not used to the silence in the room, but it made for a nice visit with me.  When I gotted there, she gived me treatsies and kissies and all way good pets.  When Grammie had to go to bed, Momma and me wented to do some therapy.  I walked up and down the hall and went to go visit Miss Claire.  She knows me and when I camed into her room, she said "Well hello TImothy!" all way happy and it maked my tail thing jiggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet a bean that has AD and even though she said I was a lovely little doggie, I knowed that she enjoyed my visit anyway.  I kinda look like a doggie on a leash! LOL!!  The lady's daughter tolded me that I was such a good boy for visiting beans and then she said to Momma that she am giving the residents a lovely gift.  What a kind thing to say!  Well after all that a'citement, I had to go rest!  I curled up on Grammie's bed and didn't wanna leave.  It was so comfy up there!  So...a'luctantly, I got into my stroller and said my bye-byes to Grammie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/halloweentreat.jpg" align="left"&gt;Guess what??  Mr. Hendrix gived me an award for being so sweet to Grammie and the other beans where she lives!  Thank you Mr. Hendrix for thinkin' of me!  It makes my tail jiggle and my belly all warm :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5614435480279701062?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5614435480279701062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5614435480279701062&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5614435480279701062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5614435480279701062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/10/playing-with-big-boys.html' title='Playing with the big boys'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RxP6MKfZcVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gPCvj9cnmOA/s72-c/get-attachment-1.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-3466098520673970866</id><published>2007-09-29T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:01:39.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma'/><title type='text'>TD: Therapy Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rv71OKfZcUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4gU_kIJ9FYs/s320/TimmyandMomma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115795850422481218" /&gt; What's up everybean and fluffy aminal!?  It's Saturday today!  Know what that means?  Mine Momma gets to stay home with me and do shtuff around the house!  Today, she gotted up all way early and wented bye bye to the place where they watch her wait.  She said that she has lost 20 pounds but I don't know...I haven't seen any around the house so shmaybe she losted them at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she gotted back, she wented for a walk and then stayed with me in the living room.  We watched nascar together until our favorite bean gotted a kaboomie.  That's when we a'cided to go see Grammie.  Instead of using mine stroller, Momma said she thought it would be a fun surprise for me to walk into Grammie's room.  It sure did suprise!  ME!  I gotted into the monster with wheels and we wented all over the roads and came to where Grammie lives.  I gotted all way a'scared a'cause there were amblances there and they make lotsa noises...  a kind bean helped Momma carry things so that Momma could hold me.  I got all way brave when Momma holded me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we gotted inside, I trotted right into Grammie's room!  I was all way a'cited to see her!  She gived me treatsies and lotsa good scritchies on my head thing.  I maked my toes go in and out for her a'cause it maked me feel so good!  After we visited for a while, beans came in to help Grammie get ready for bed.  So, to give her privacy, Momma and me wented out into the hall.  I a'cided to go for a walk with Momma.  I sneaked into the next room and there was a lady bean there that got all way a'cited to see me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I waited for Momma to ask if she'd like me to visit and she did!  I got all way comfy and listened to her story about her own poodin that sounds like it might just be a tuxie like me!  The other bean in the room has trouble with her eye things but I could hear her and she called my name which made my tail quiver with a'citement!  After we stayed there for a little bit, Momma said we should be heading on and so I waited to hear her make her kissie sound with her lip things and I got up and trotted out with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went down the hall, past the station where all the nurse beans sit.  There were some beans in wheelie chairs there so I made sure to put mine shtinky smell on all them.  One bean had a neat accent and called me Timity Dickns...like an Irish poodin!  It was all way cool!  She really knows how to pet a poodin too...gave good scritchies on my bum-bum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into another room where there was a lady bean in a wheelie chair visiting with her son and daughter-in-law.  I knowed they liked me a'cause they said how handsome I was.  I'm not one to turn down a compliment!  I rolled over on my side so that they could admire my white fluffy belly since they found me so handsome.  They really liked that!  I got to hear all about their poodin' that used to live with the bean in the wheelie chair.  It was a good story.  Momma maked her kissie sound so I gotted up and trotted off with my tail held high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next room was a bean that I've seen a'fore.  She plays BINGO with Grammie sometimes.  She knows me as "the cat in the stroller".  See...I go to BINGO too sometimes.  It's all way fun to hear the little balls rolling around and around...it makes my ears go back and forth and my eye things get all way BIG.  Anyway, I stayed and visited her for a while.  Her son was there putting things in the closet so I made sure that the closet was safe by pushing past him and having a good sniff for myself.  When I got done with my visit, it was off to see Grammie's dear kind friend.  I can't a'member how to spell her name but it's Claire.  She's the one that makes the ballies go around and around at BINGO...and she hangs out with Grammie sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into Claire's room and her roommate said "oh hello Timothy!"  Well, I felt right at home there!  Miss Mary smiled and said such kind words at me.  I sniffed her side of the room and then came over by Claire.  She was all way up high in her bed so I didn't get to jump on her...but I did have a nice conversation with her... I said "mew, mroww, meow" and things like that.  Momma maked kind words at Claire and Mary and then when I was ready to go, I mewed softly so we said our goodbyes and walked all the way back to Grammie's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, she was all snug in bed and so I jumped up in her window (it was all way dark out a'cause the sun thing went all hidey)...I watched the pond where the water trickles and changes colors.  Then a bean came up to the window and said such kind words at me!  She said that just seeing me made her heart calmer :)  What a kind thing to say!  She was sucking on a white thing that smelled all way bad.  She laughed and put it up to the screen for me to sniff...it was all way gross.  I don't mind that she sucked on it, but I sure wasn't!  Yuko!  Anyway, she said that she rescued poodins her whole life and saved over 4,000 of them!  She says she's an add-vough-kit which didn't mean anything to me, but Momma said it was a good thing.  She wented back to sucking on her white stick and I a'cided it was time to come home.  I looked at Momma and said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammie was all way pleased to hear about my visits with the other beans and was all way proud of her grandfurbaby.  That maked me happy!  So we said our goodbyes and I walked all the way out of the nursing home, in the dark, all the way through the parking lot (where there were all kinds of monsters with wheels sleeping)...and gotted to our monster.  Momma thought she was gonna have to hold me, but I waited for her to open the door and then I jumped right into the front seat and sat down.  I love to look out the window when we go home...I listen for the clickie sound of the thing that Momma puts on to make turns...that's when I knows we're close a'cause the clickie thing always goes on and the monster with wheels slows down.  Tonight was hard to tell though a'cause it was all way dark out.  But I gotted out with Momma and went all the way into the house without pulling on my leash or trying to run away!  Momma says I'm such a good boy now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-3466098520673970866?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3466098520673970866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=3466098520673970866&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3466098520673970866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3466098520673970866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/09/td-therapy-cat.html' title='TD: Therapy Cat'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rv71OKfZcUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4gU_kIJ9FYs/s72-c/TimmyandMomma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-4839848337406743100</id><published>2007-09-16T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:49:07.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home alone'/><title type='text'>How I Survive Being Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Ru3hYJ1p2yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WG8BebcAdJk/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110988957209451298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Ru3hYJ1p2yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WG8BebcAdJk/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I knows I knows... it's been a way long time since I said I was gonna put pictures on...  but a'member, Momma am teaching beans again so it's kinda hard to get her to sit down and a'lax.  So, I happened to get her still for a while and a'cided to sit in my dasani water hut while she helped me blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep myself entertained most of the day until she comes home in the afternoon.  I have found that her hairties smell like her mostest of all so I likes to keep at least one near me at all times.  That way, I can sniff her and a'member that she's gonna come home again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also likes to practice my singing.  Grammie suspects that I must do a lotta singing a'cause she says that I'm much louder than ever.  It's true!  The more you practice somethin' the better you get at it!  I've a'come so good at it that when Momma am on the phone thing with Grammie, she can hear me singing all way loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also really good at redecorating.  Momma says she doesn't always like the changes, but I think deep down she really does.  Who wouldn't like a garbage pail turned on it's side?!?!  C'mon there's things in there that smell divine!!  I also likes to change the decorations in the bedroom on the dresser.  How many times do you need to look at the same photos?  I just hop up and gently tap them over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the bestest places to sleep are the ones that are cozy.  My favorite place is upstairs on the couch.  It's one of those kinds of couches that turns into a bed so it has a comfy comforter on it...I have slept there so much that there's a little nook where I usually go.  Also, the dining room table makes for a wonderful shelter for the times I wanna feel like I'm hiding.  I sneak in under the table and hide a'hind all the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My water (I like to call it Wa-Wa) must always be fresh.  I have to put mine paw down sometimes to get what I want, but Momma usually a'members to keep the tub faucet dripping a little during the day.  Wa-Wa that's been sitting in a bowl all day just doesn't cut it.  Yuck!  Insist on it being cold and from the tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself a nice toy that lets you stick treatsies into it.  This is a great way to keep busy and will pass the time while giving you a'wards at the same time.  Momma boughted me a ballie that has a place to stick the treatsies... when she fills it, my tail thing quivers with a'citement!  I knows that for a while, I'll be able to forget about mine Momma going bye-bye.  I likes to push it gently so that it only rolls a little bit.  I check the floor to see if a treatsie popped out, and if it didn't, I tap the ballie again.  It's good fun.  I definately recommend everycat should have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are just some of my tricks for being stuck at home alone while youre bean is out working to keep your belly full.  Do you have any tricks?  I'd love to hear them!  I almost forgot the most important part of surviving the day!  SLEEEEEEPING!  It passes the time so well and then gets you all ready for when Momma comes home!  I'm gonna go have another nap right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-4839848337406743100?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4839848337406743100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=4839848337406743100&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4839848337406743100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4839848337406743100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-i-survive-being-home-alone.html' title='How I Survive Being Home Alone'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Ru3hYJ1p2yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WG8BebcAdJk/s72-c/IMG_0238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6383368978539869587</id><published>2007-08-13T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:39:37.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auntie Deb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nascar'/><title type='text'>Very Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everybean and aminal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been all summer since I wrote to y'all last.  So very much has happened how could I ever sum it up in one post?  Shmaybe I'll do more than one.  Yesh.  That's a good idea.  First, Momma gotted really good mews to share!  She am now a teacher full-time again!  It's been a while since Momma hadded a full time job.  She's gonna teach middle and high school beans how to make music with all kinds of instrument things.  I bet she'll even bring some home and play them for me!  I like it when she plays music a'cause I like to sing along!  Just as Auntie Deb, she hearded me sing and dance to the sound of Momma's straw whistle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh.  Auntie Deb has been here for two whole weeks and wented back home on the metal birdie today.  I'm all way sad 'bout that a'cause I always like it when she comes to visit.  This time, when she camed out, I got to go on a mini bacation to Dr. Strazza's and got to stay there for a few days.  When Momma and Auntie Deb came to get me, they were all sun-kissied and way happy.  They wented to the Poke A Nose!  Know what they did at poke a nose?  They got to see a NASCAR race!  Oh Momma said it was all way a'citing and lots of fun to go with her sister.  I'll have to share some pictures with you when mine Momma gets back.  She am at work right now and I don't know how to make the pictures go on the computer very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Grammie and I hadded a good visit the other day.  She's in a new room but back with her old roomie.  This room has carpet on the ground so it's much calmer and quieter in there.  Kinda makes it more like a "home" too if you ask me.  She has the window bed but this time, she can't see the fancy sunsets a'cause the bed am on the other wall.  She's been busy with her crow shay stuff.  She's working on a baby blankie but I can't say who it's for in case somebean from the nursing home reads this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear something all way sad?  This morning Momma and me sawed a baby deer get hit by a monster with wheels right in front of our house.  It was so sad :(  The deer gotted up and limped away and Momma was in her PJs...but she still wented outside to see if there was anything she could do (which there wasn't).  Nobean was hurt...just the deer and the monster with wheels... oh how it makes me sad to see that happen.  I hopes that the deer am ok and just a little shocked and bruised...Momma has looked and looked for it but it runned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there was a big kaboomie the day or so after Auntie Deb gotted here!  Know what it was???  A great big tree!  It got tired and fell asleep in the backyard.  Momma wented to try and wake it up, but it was so sleepy that it just didn't wanna get back up.  The bean that lives next door camed over a few days later and a'cided to make round circles out of it.  Now they're all in a pile where the tree used to stand.  It wasn't a very nice tree...lotsa buggies lived in it.  I heard Momma say that God watched out for us a'cause that sleepy tree was less than 6 feet from hitting the house.  Glad it didn't hit the house.  Hitting isn't very nice.  I told you it wasn't a nice tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lotsa pictures to share with you but like I said, Momma am the one that knows how to do that so I'll have to come back and post more later with her help.  I hopes you are all staying cool this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-6383368978539869587?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6383368978539869587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6383368978539869587&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6383368978539869587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6383368978539869587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/08/very-sorry.html' title='Very Sorry!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6132083027799449604</id><published>2007-07-10T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:53:11.250-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beans'/><title type='text'>Visit with little beans</title><content type='html'>Momma wented with her bestest friend from high school for the a'lated fireworks on Friday. I could hear them from the house! Those kaboomies are all way loud! Anyway, the day a'fore, Miss Kristine and her little beans came to visit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085749911607143730" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RpQ2mWHRbTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/S0zmLPOR5rg/s320/IMG_3649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This am my favorite small bean.  His name is Joe and he knows how to pet me all way soft and it feels sooo good!  He let me play with a laser on the ground!  I would go and hide and try to catch it and just when I thought I had it, it would move again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085749915902111058" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RpQ2mmHRbVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u3LkQUdUPsI/s320/IMG_3653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This am the smallest bean I've ever had in mine house aside from baby beans.  Her name am Juliette and she's just learning how to pet me.  I don't quite know how I feel about her yet.  She weighs less than me!  Momma says she's a cute little peanut...hmm...I dunno 'bout her yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085749915902111042" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RpQ2mmHRbUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZYXlYlQkf0Y/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...that's more like it Juliette, Good Job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-6132083027799449604?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6132083027799449604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6132083027799449604&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6132083027799449604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6132083027799449604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/07/visit-with-little-beans.html' title='Visit with little beans'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RpQ2mWHRbTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/S0zmLPOR5rg/s72-c/IMG_3649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-8446886010550329548</id><published>2007-07-01T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:57:51.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stroller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaboomie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret paws'/><title type='text'>Back Online</title><content type='html'>I knows you all don't know it, but we had big kaboomies in the sky with lots of rain stuff coming down for the past few days. It maked flashy things and ended up making the lights and the power and the telephones go on bacation. Now, Momma called a bean from the telephone place to come and fix them...he camed and told her it was the computer's mode-umm. So, Momma wented out and gotted a new one and putted it in all by herself. She was prroud a'cause she am not very computer saavy when it comes to fixing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're back online! And I've got lotsa things to talk about! I gotted mine secret paws gifts! They're all divine and I want to be sure to give them a proper thanks so I'll be writing a seperate post about them later. I'll say this. There's lotsa yummies in my tummy and for that I have to thank mine secret paw, Sammie Meezer!!! Thank you Thank You THANK YOU!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gotted Momma to upload the pictures from the flashy box so you could see my new favorite "thing". Can you see me? I'm all hidey inside mine new traveling accessory! It's all way roomy and comfy to sit or lay in! Can you guess what it am? It's how I go to see mine Grammie now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082270575780523234" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RofaKWHRbOI/AAAAAAAAADg/r5zVNx57c7Q/s320/IMG_3612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082270580075490546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RofaKmHRbPI/AAAAAAAAADo/W4RZjAQPitk/s320/IMG_3609.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It am mine new pet stroller of course! Momma wanted to have a way for me to feel most comfortable when I go to visit Grammie. See, lotsa beans like to stop and say hello to me and pet me and I'm cool with that, but sometimes there's loud noisy things going up and down the hall while I'm trying to visit and they make my eye things all way big and my hair goes up. So, with the stroller, I feel all safe and I can still visit with beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082270580075490562" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RofaKmHRbQI/AAAAAAAAADw/-eN5JD7bTG8/s320/IMG_3618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma thinks it's "cute" that they have paws on the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082270580075490578" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RofaKmHRbRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iupbxF-l3I8/s320/IMG_3622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like most is that I can peek out of the back or the front...here I am showing you how to get in and out! You can get in and out of the front side too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082270584370457890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RofaK2HRbSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QGgfpgGOULg/s320/IMG_3626.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I like that it's all screened in so that I can sniff the good fresh air on all sides. It's big enough on the inside to sit or lay down. I can even spread mine paws out and still be comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Momma let me have mine dinner out on the deck with her. She put the bowl inside the stroller and it was just divine. I got to enjoy the good fresh air and hear the birdies, feel the cool breeze on mine fur and enjoy my stinky goodness outside. The stroller am mine new favorite thing a'cause I can go outside without being in danger! It's got places to store bean things and put glasses of water, and there's brakes on the back so I can't roll away and oh! There's these bouncy things on the front wheels that make it all way smooth when we go over bumps so it's nice for off roading too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It am a bit costly, but Momma said it am a good 'vestment a'cause I go see Grammie, I can go for walkies with her when the weather am cool and I can sit outside without choking myself on a leash :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-8446886010550329548?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8446886010550329548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=8446886010550329548&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8446886010550329548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8446886010550329548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-online.html' title='Back Online'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RofaKWHRbOI/AAAAAAAAADg/r5zVNx57c7Q/s72-c/IMG_3612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-4227088139861475994</id><published>2007-06-17T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:53:08.383-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Visit wif Grammie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077165331236940450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RnW2-AJOaqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_OuneebVeHQ/s320/timlena.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This am me on Grammie's bed. On me, am a little bean named "Selena". Her Mommy wented to high school with mine Momma. Selena camed to visit her Great Grammie, but she ended up coming to visit with me instead ;) Selena knows just how to pet me and make me feel all way good. She put kissies on my head and spoke real soft to me. I likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077165331236940434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RnW2-AJOapI/AAAAAAAAADI/hC3O_JM9MJE/s320/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here's Grammie with all her cards! Do you see yours on there? If not, they might be hiding a'hind Grammie's wheelie chair. There am so many cards...now Momma has to put them on the closet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077165326941973122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RnW29wJOaoI/AAAAAAAAADA/_-jqaJyzI0g/s320/gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Grammie gotted a &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; surprise in the mail yesterday. It was from Puff and Spot! Their bean Mom maked a bag and filled it with some string that I'd LOVE to chase! It has scissors and a hook in it too. It's the purrfect size for Grammie to carry with her on the wheelie chair! She says it am so charming...but I thought&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; was charming?! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, she wanted to say a special thanks to Puff and Spot and their bean Mom for sending such a kind gift. It maked her smile! And, she's already starting a project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammie wubs getting cards from y'all. She reads them and admires them all the time. Lotsa beans come in the room and ask her about all her cards and she gets to tell them all about the kind beans and aminals we have met online! It's so much fun!! If you'd like to send a card to Grammie, just email mine Momma and she'll give you her address. Make sure in the "subject" it says something about Grammie in case it goes to the spam folder ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-4227088139861475994?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4227088139861475994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=4227088139861475994&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4227088139861475994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4227088139861475994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/06/visit-wif-grammie.html' title='Visit wif Grammie'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RnW2-AJOaqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_OuneebVeHQ/s72-c/timlena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-3028397764670252270</id><published>2007-06-12T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:30:05.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a&apos;loonies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ketchup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret paws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Strazza'/><title type='text'>Ketchup</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075393335104793138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rm9rWQJOajI/AAAAAAAAACY/EbOPpv53sv8/s320/IMG_3555.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So it's been a while since I had some good pictures on mine blog. I 'pologize for that! Momma's flashy box had dead batteries in it. For a L-O-N-G time! So now, I get to play "ketchup"! Here I am admiring a lovely string thing that Grammie sended home with Momma for me. Mine Grammie am so thoughtful, she even a'membered me in the get well place! It am her a'loonie from Mother's day. On the end, it has a big jingle bell that likes to bounce around if you play with the string!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075393335104793154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rm9rWQJOakI/AAAAAAAAACg/xZlrZkG8wrc/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I chased the string and a'loonie up into the chair by the door :) I had so much fun trying to catch that a'loonie! Everytime I would get it close, it would fly back up into the air! So I would have to grab the string in mine mouth and pull on it again. It was great fun! Momma laughed so hard at me...well, shmaybe not &lt;em&gt;AT&lt;/em&gt; me, but I hopes &lt;em&gt;WITH&lt;/em&gt; me!!  Now, the a'loonie am up in the bedroom and kinda hopping around on the floor a'cause it's tired.  Momma taked off the string and attached it to mine furniture so I can play with the jingle bell!!  It's great fun, 'specially at 3 AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075393339399760466" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rm9rWgJOalI/AAAAAAAAACo/t1dFG8Wakds/s320/IMG_3557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Get down here a'loonie!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075395254955174498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rm9tGAJOamI/AAAAAAAAACw/0ZiV5FNf-x4/s320/IMG_3563.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Momma's been on a cleaning frenzie the past few days. I dunno why. She's CRAZY! She said that the house looked like a crime scene and all that was missing was the murder! So out camed the scary monster from the closet, the dusty thing that I like to chase around, and the shtinky smells that make the loo shiny. Once she was all done with making the house look all good, she a'cided to clean up some of Grammie's dresser drawers. I knowed she needed me to help her! When she taked out the drawer, I jumped right on in! I swished my tail thing around and dusted it out for her! It was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075395254955174514" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rm9tGAJOanI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TXRlr55sQjo/s320/IMG_3562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my "&lt;em&gt;don't even THINK about telling me to come out of here&lt;/em&gt;" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Momma camed home from church (she wented to the graditation of her 8th grade school beans held at the church) and I showed her mine paw. I picked it up and showed it to her. She thought it was all way cute of me to greet her at the door like that... she even told Grammie who was on the cell phone thing. An hour later, I showed it to her again. That's when she finally got the hint that shmaybe mine paw hurted! (DUH...beans can be so SLOW!) So, she picked me up and a'tended to be Dr. Strazza by poking my tootsies and making me cry so loud and hard that I tried to nibble her fingers off. I didn't bite down, but just let her know that I didn't like what she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma a'cided it would be good to get mine paw wet to see if I had a hurtie. Um...hello? Cat+Water=Major Freakout. I screamed and kicked and spit at her until she let go of me and that's when I a'cided to show her what I thought of her vet skills. I showed her &lt;u&gt;three&lt;/u&gt; times on the carpet in the living room. Getting sick wasn't fun though. I knew that Momma didn't mean to hurt and scare me so I wented over and rubbed up against her (while holding mine paw in the air) so after she cleaned up the carpet, she called the ER. They said it would cost lots of green paper and to wait until the morning to see if it got better. It did, but not really a'cause when Momma touched me, I pulled away and started chewing it. So it was off to see Dr. Strazza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind going to see Dr. Strazza. It's the idea of being on a cold table while being forced to sit still and let him poke around that I mind. But I did my bestest to be calm. He said mine paw was swollen, but that he couldn't figure out what was the prollem. Momma agreed. She &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;should&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; after the poking she did! I know what caused it but I'm not telling them. So, Dr. Strazza said that I needed a bit of antibiotics and a'fore I knowed what hit me, mine hiney was hurting! He poked me with the sharp thing. It didn't hurt for long though...just enough to make me turn mine head and see if mine hiney was still attached. It was. So it's been a few days now and it doesn't hurt as much as it did so I guess that last poke was worth it. It didn't cost Momma too much either a'cause she had a credit at the vet. That was a nice surprise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075390959987878434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rm9pMAJOaiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DE2Kv4bl5v8/s320/summer_paws.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After Momma brought me home to a'lax from being at Dr. Strazza's, I helped her pack up mine secret paws gift! I can't wait to see what my secret paw thinks! The box am all way &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; and I climbed in it a'fore it was packed up. Who knows, shmaybe YOU'LL be getting mine gift in a few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-3028397764670252270?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3028397764670252270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=3028397764670252270&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3028397764670252270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3028397764670252270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/06/ketchup.html' title='Ketchup'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rm9rWQJOajI/AAAAAAAAACY/EbOPpv53sv8/s72-c/IMG_3555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6765476034463417163</id><published>2007-06-01T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:42:51.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pawtrait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadowbox'/><title type='text'>Mine Shadowbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070947485980471746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rl-f3xiGscI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qwomgzjQIDI/s320/IMG_3511.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here I am admiring mineself. I thinks this am the neatest picture that Momma taked of me in a while! And look! I see mine paw things! Them am in that white shtuff that Momma stuck my tootsies in a while back! Now she has them forever :) Momma says that I was too close to mine own picture and that being that close could make my eye things cross and stay that way. Methinks she's a big liar though! I sees her on the computer sometimes and she am all way close to it and her eye things haven't crossed yet! Well, 'cept for when it's like wicked late at night and she should be in bed!! Tee-Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070947490275439058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rl-f4BiGsdI/AAAAAAAAACA/vc6EDUlz584/s320/IMG_3520.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This shadowbox that Momma gotted for me was all way fun to make. She gotted it at PetSmart (mine favorite store!), and I was there to help her pick it out :) She readed all the instructions and tolded me that I wouldn't get my tootsies all dirty with goopy white shtuff and that it wouldn't hurt me or make my tummy sick if I licked my toe things. That's why I said it was OK to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white shtuff am not plaster...but some kind of funny fluffy stuff that you have to mush in your hands and then roll out on the table where you're not allowed to sit and watch the birdies a'cause it's where the beans eat their dinners. Then, your bean will take your paws and make them all way clean (make sure to run out into the hall where it am all way dirty on the floor and chase some moths right after they make your toes wet!). After getting them cleaned again, you have to be all still and let your bean mush your tootsies down into the white shtuff. It took us a few times a'cause I didn't like the way they turned out so Momma hadded to mush the white shtuff up again and start all over. I even went into the hall and found some moths (hee-hee!) Once you've got the pawprint you like, you have to let it air dry for like a million days...then your bean can put the whole box together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070947490275439074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rl-f4BiGseI/AAAAAAAAACI/U1DPPusTh0I/s320/IMG_3513.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mine Momma likes to make pictures and stickers look all way fancy...something she calls "scrapping" so she hadded mine pawprints and mine name spelled out in stickers and with the extra room, she put a sticker of a poodin that looks like me when I play with her!  Isn't it neat?  There's a little mouse, a fishbone, a ball of yarn and "me" on a pillow!  You should totally have your bean go get this for you so that they can have a nice pawtrait of you in their home forever and ever :)  Knows what?  There was extra white shtuff left over so Momma maked one extra pawprint and shaped it to look like a Chrissymus ornament!  She keeps it in the kitchen and smiles whenever she looks at it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-6765476034463417163?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6765476034463417163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6765476034463417163&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6765476034463417163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6765476034463417163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/06/mine-shadowbox.html' title='Mine Shadowbox'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rl-f3xiGscI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qwomgzjQIDI/s72-c/IMG_3511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-243604764450835799</id><published>2007-05-28T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:07:00.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Memorial Day all you beans and poodins and furry creatures! I hopes everyone had a nice day off from working and spended some time eating some good tasting things. Momma and me, we had shrimps! They were divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069741367025448578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RltW6aSntoI/AAAAAAAAABo/yA7iieS8ICM/s320/052807_16111.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I gotted to go visit Grammie today. Her roomie moved to a new room (which is an answer to prrrayers) so now Grammie am all by herself, just the way she likes it. Her talking box isn't on all way loud like when her roomie used to have it. It would be on so loud that the speaker things would rattle!!! Oh it maked mine ear things go back and my eye things go big...and she would wake up mine dear Grammie all the time and scare her in the early morning by singing all way loud. So yea, it am good she isn't there anymore. But I still visited her a'cause she likes to see me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grammie has a can of treatsies in her drawer and when I got up on her soft squishy bed, she gived me some! She's giving me one in the picture Momma taked. Grammie was all comfy and ready for bed. But a'fore she got in bed, we wented for a ride! I got to sit with Grammie, and Momma pushed Grammies chairs with big wheels! We went vroom vroom all the way down to the "bistro". That am a little shop that you can get ice cream, soda and stuff like that. Grammie's friend, Claire was in there and we stayed there and visited with her. Momma gotted ice cream and a tuna sandwich for lunch...Grammie gotted ice cream, but I gotted nothing. But, that's ok, there was too much going on for me to be interested in food...there were beans walking everywhere and all kinds of interesting noises. I stayed under Grammie's wheeliechair and meowed every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069745442949412498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RltanqSntpI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZbyiMy987eQ/s320/052807_16161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the way back to Grammie's room, I walked next to the wheeliechair and Momma said I looked oh so cute! I was wearing mine bandanana that has stars and stripes on it for Memorial day. All the beans that sawed me said how handsome I was and how clever that I was dressed for the holly day. It maked me prrrroud :) When we gotted back into Grammie's "quiet" room, I got on the bed with her and curled up next to her. It maked her all way happy! She was gettin' her bed ready to watch the talking box and I sawed her hand thing and a'cided to put mine head on it to show her how I wubs her oh so much. I falled a'sleep on her hand...Grammie said I was snoring (tee-hee!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077173392890555058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RnW-TQJOarI/AAAAAAAAADY/5FjMNcmIOsE/s320/IMG_3594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was a'laxing on Grammie's bed, I was admiring all the cards that she has! There's so many! Some of them are from you guys! She said that they make her all the way happy when she looks at them. Knows what? She gotted the most beautiful broach from Miss Robyn! It am a tuxie broach! I'll have to see if I can get a picture of it so you can all admire it. How kind it was of the HOTmBC and their bean Mom to send mine Grammie such a lovely get well giftie! You guyses, Grammie wanted me to say thank you for it and she'll wear it when she has her sweater on :) It'll look all way good on it! Oh and when I was sleeping with Grammie, a bean camed in and a'livered mail! Knows what? Grammie gotted a card from Tiki and Riley! It was all pretty with flower pictures on the front. It maked Grammie get a big happy smile on her face which maked me purrrr... If you'd like to send Grammie a card, mine Momma can give you the address. She has it memorized LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to curl up in mine perch to watch the birdies enjoy their Memorial Day dinner a'fore the kaboomies in the sky start. Last night, I hearded them from far away! Momma says tonight if there's any, she's gonna go chase them down! (I sure hopes she doesn't bring them back here a'cause they're all way loud and BIG!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-243604764450835799?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/243604764450835799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=243604764450835799&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/243604764450835799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/243604764450835799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RltW6aSntoI/AAAAAAAAABo/yA7iieS8ICM/s72-c/052807_16111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2213771442992177010</id><published>2007-05-22T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:07:55.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PetSmart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire drill'/><title type='text'>Fire Drill!</title><content type='html'>Today, Momma and me wented to PetSmart all way early in the morning.  I meowed my way through the store and Momma gotted me all nice stinky goodness and litter.  She even gotted me a new nip pillow!  Oh it was divine to sniff that good fresh nip all through the store!!  When we got back in the monster with wheels, she tolded me that we were gonna go see Grammie!  Oh how a'cited I was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we gotted to Grammie's, I hugged Momma until get gotted into her room.  I stuck my head around the curtain and saw Grammie and she gave me a great big smile!  I stayed on her blanket and made sure there was a lot of my fur on it! (tee-hee!!).  Grammie opened a can of treatsies that Momma gotted on sale at PetSmart and I enjoyed a few while she pet me.  Then when I was all way comfy, there was a strange noise and a flashy light that kept going off!  I made big eyes and snuck into the closet by Grammie's bed.  Momma laughed at me a'cause my whole body was out in the open, but I had my head a'hind Grammie's old leg brace.  But what she doesn't know is that if I can't see the scary woo-woo truck that came, then they can't see me if I hide my head!!  Still, she laughed good and hearty along with Grammie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Grammie am feeling all way good a'cause she gotted a great big needle poke in her right knee thing.  That am  not the leg she hurt, but a'cause it has been carrying all her weight for so many weeks, it gotted all hurty.  So the doctor taked her off of coo-mah-din and gived her court-a-zone in that knee thing.  So today she says she thinks she might have a good therapy session.  I sure hope so!  I miss her oh so much...I meow all the time at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the woo-woo truck.  When I peeked my head outside, I could see monsters with wheels that had flashy lights on top and great big truck things that came crying up the street.  Momma hugged me and said I was being a very good boy a'cause I didn't try to run away and the noise didn't bother me after a few seconds.  The woo-woo truck thing wented away and Grammie said it was just a fire drill.  Why do you think they were drilling for fire at the nursing home?  I've never heard of drilling for fire a'fore...oil, yesh...but fire? Beans are all way strange sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the woo-woo truck thing left and the noise and flashy lights wented away, I was allowed to walk around again and I visited Grammie's roommate, Mary.  She likes me oh so much.  When she smiles, it makes me happy a'cause she tells me how handsome I am and that I'm welcome to visit any time I want.  Well, I a'cided that I would!  I hopped up on her bed and gotted all comfy on top of her mewspapers.  I stayed there so long that Momma was late getting to school!  (oops)  So now I'm home and all way a'laxed.  I'm gonna go lay in my perch and sniff the good fresh air and enjoy the goldfinches as they sing in the flowery bush.  Have a good day everybean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!  I almost forgotted to tell you!  Grammie has been getting her special cards and "get well nuggets" and she loves them all!  They're hanging on the wall in front of her bed so that she can always look at them :)  She wanted me to tell you all "thank you".  You are all way kind for sending Grammie get well cards.  They make her oh so happy, you have no idea!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-2213771442992177010?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2213771442992177010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2213771442992177010&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2213771442992177010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2213771442992177010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/05/fire-drill.html' title='Fire Drill!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2730153510232536282</id><published>2007-05-14T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:51:42.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><title type='text'>a no picture kinda day...</title><content type='html'>The only reason it's a "no picture kinda day" is a'cause Momma am not home to put the pictures on here for me.  Did everyone read that our dear Purresident am in heaven now?  It's very sad mews yesh...but Larry was such a great friend to all of us!  A handsome bloke if I do say so myself...  I sure will miss him though.  But him am in heaven with mine Grampa.  Momma always tells me how much I would have loved him and that he would have played all way hard with me.  Shmaybe he'll play with me when I meet him someday (waaaaaaay in the future!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sure you are all wondering why I haven't been around here lately.  Well the truth is, Momma (mine secretary) has been all way busy again.  Concerts galore!  In fact, she maked music sounds for the first time in a long time!  She didn't hafta wave her hands, she got to sing!!  I loves it when she sings a'cause I get all calm and curl up.  Momma always jokes and says "music calms the beast" but I think there's some truth to that!  Anyway, she singed with Sandi Patty!  She says some of the beans might know her name.  She has always wanted to sing like her and beans tell her that she even sounds like her sometimes!  What a compliment!!  So yea, on Friday, Momma gotted to sing back-up for her and she hasn't stopped talking about how much fun it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has one more concert this Friday.  This one, she hasta wave her hands and a stick at the little beans while they play music on the handbells.  Then she says it will be done for a while.  Good! A'cause I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotted to go see Grammie for Mother's day!!  It was oh so much fun!  Well, not really...but once we were there and Grammie closed her room door it was fun!  I got to sniff around, I put shtinky rub all over her wheelie chair... and the bean that she lives with there always makes a fuss when I visit.  So, I put on my bestest tuxedo and red tie to visit :)  Grammie gotted all way nice things from Momma and Auntie Deb.  I gived her a MUTTS book so that she can laugh all day long :)  They're the bestest comics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to go outside and sit by the wawa fountain that's right outside Grammie's window.  Sometimes the ducks go in there but not anymore.  There's a spout that makes the water look fancy and the ducks don't like it.  Knows what!?  Oh do you know!?  I sawed birdies eating on the ground really close to me!!! My eye things were buggin' out man!  Woah I had to a'strain myself from going over and chasing them!!!  When we went back inside, the NASCAR race was almost over so Grammie and Momma let me rest while they watched the end.  Momma maked "YES" noises real soft so she didn't wake me up.  She's so thoughtful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bean that lives with Grammie hadded visitors.  One was her grand daughter and the other was her great grand daughter...she was only 4 years old!  She told me how handsome and beautiful I was and Momma let her pet me!  Grammie was nervous that I was gonna be naughty, but I showed her!  That little bean, Eva, she knows just how to pet a poodin.  She has one at her house and says that she pets him all the time.  She sure did...she pet me so soft and calmly that I fell asleep right there on her arm!!!  Grammie and Momma thought it was so cute ;)  But what else did they expect from me!?  LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sure you want a Grammie medicul update right?  Well...here's the mews that's fit to print.  Grammie am allowed to put weight on her left leg now so when she goes for therapy, they make her stand and it hurts her knee things oh so much, but she's tryin' real hard to get better and stands for 2 minutes at a clip!!  Go Grammie!!!!  The pill that she takes for her cancer is working too.  Her tumor has shrunk down!  Momma was so happy that her eyes leaked when she heard that!  We'll have to keep purraying a'cause it's working!  She sometimes gets lonely and sad, but that's why I gotted her the MUTTS book...so that she can get out of her sad funk and start laughing again :)  If you'd like to send a card to Grammie (a'cause I KNOWS she would love love LOVE that, please email mine Momma and she'll give you the address).  Momma's email is &lt;a href="mailto:webmaster@timothydickens.com"&gt;webmaster@timothydickens.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-2730153510232536282?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2730153510232536282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2730153510232536282&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2730153510232536282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2730153510232536282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-picture-kinda-day.html' title='a no picture kinda day...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-867661055895738867</id><published>2007-04-24T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T13:48:17.553-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving comes early</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Ri5BYAdpIXI/AAAAAAAAABg/12IroWrkoP4/s1600-h/turkey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057051312280641906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Ri5BYAdpIXI/AAAAAAAAABg/12IroWrkoP4/s320/turkey.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Momma couldn't figure out why I was running from window to window like a wild cat this morning. I maked my eye things get all way big and then ran into the kitchen and up onto the table. When Momma saw that, she said, "Timothy, GET DOWN!! You know better!" which I do, but for something so fantastic as this, I wasn't about to budge! When Momma heard "buk buk buk...buk buk..." she peeked out next to me and said "oh my gosh!" and ran to get the camera. It's not every day you get visited by a wild turkey!!  When Momma goes to wave her hands at the college beans, she usually sees a bunch of deer, and sometimes gets to see the wild turkey gang (about 15) hanging out by the great big resevoir, but today, just one lone turkey.  But still, we have NEVER seen turkey near our house like that!  Once a few years ago we sawed the gang across the street but that was it!  Today, I'm gonna make sure I keep my eye things open and my ear things in tune for that funny "buk buk buk" sound :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info and shmaybe more pictures (when Momma comes home from waving her hands at the beans at school) will be available later on at my wildlife watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-867661055895738867?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/867661055895738867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=867661055895738867&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/867661055895738867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/867661055895738867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanksgiving-comes-early.html' title='Thanksgiving comes early'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Ri5BYAdpIXI/AAAAAAAAABg/12IroWrkoP4/s72-c/turkey.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6503148274391287539</id><published>2007-04-17T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:34:57.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma'/><title type='text'>Taking care of business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RiViJJVN89I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NSqnHotd_x4/s1600-h/IMG_3469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054554066056508370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RiViJJVN89I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NSqnHotd_x4/s320/IMG_3469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy A'lated Easter Greetings to you all. I didn't get a chance to sit Momma down for an Easter post this year a'cause it was such a busy day! Momma wented to her cousin's house and had a nice time with her family and then wented to visit Grammie in the afternoon. Momma's Auntie Kathy gived her home made cookies that looked so good, a poodin' wanted to eat them! The box they were in was wrapped in a fancy bow that Momma said I could play with! Auntie Kathy knows what a poodin' likes!! I carry it around the house in my mouth all bunched up and talk to it and then I lay on top of it...I can feel it under my belly, it kinda tickles! It's such good fun to play with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadded a bit of a scare when Grammie's health care beans a'cided she was to be discharged from the nursing home this past Thursday. Every week she am a'valuated on her progress and I guess the doctor in charge didn't know mine Grammie very well and sent in a fax to the health care beans saying she wasn't getting better fast enough or somethin' a'cause that's when we found out they weren't gonna help her pay for her care anymore. So she peeled her suitcase twice...what's that Momma? Oh...she appealed her case twice and the second time, it was accepted and now her health care beans am taking care of her money again. I don't like all that green stuff a'cause it causes so many problems. I like being a cat a'cause the only green thing I care about is catnip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aside from all the bad health care spooky things happening, Grammie am slowly getting better. Next Monday, she has to go get a special picture taken of her leg that shows her bones. If the doctor says she can put weight on it, then she can start having therapy done on it! Let's hope and pray that happens. Grammie am also on a special kinda pill for her cancer that am supposed to shrink it down. That's the other thing we hafta keep praying for too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday, I climbed into mine luggage carrier and Momma brought me to see Grammie! I was so a'cited. But you know, that place smells different and there are lotsa scary noises. So I stayed in my carrier for a really long time a'fore I a'cided to peek my head thing out. I gave Grammie's hand a head butt and eated some treatsies that she gived me...oh how I missed mine Grammie! She knows how to give my chin a real good scritchie :) So anyway, Momma surprised Grammie by bringing a portable DVD player! We all sat together and watched "The Village", Grammie's favorite scary movie. I'm all way brave, it doesn't scare me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RiVnGpVN8-I/AAAAAAAAABY/jugXkrVbqVk/s1600-h/sop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054559520664974306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RiVnGpVN8-I/AAAAAAAAABY/jugXkrVbqVk/s320/sop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Know what did scare me? When Momma wented away and left me all alone on Saturday night. She didn't come back until Sunday night!! It was my very first time being home all by myself overnight.  I had plenty of water and a great big bowl of crunchies!!  (Shmaybe Momma should sleep over somewhere else more often? Tee-Hee!) Momma went on tour with her college beans and maked music with them. She waved her hands at them and even gotted to sing and play a little too! Auntie Deb maked the program cover for the tour and it am all way pretty...see? When Momma came home, it was raining so very hard I didn't know if she'd hafta swim to get into the house!! Yesh, if you have seen the mews, you'll know that we hadded lotsa rain. We am fortunate a'cause our house am on a tiny little hill so all the water stays away from us. It even maked kaboomies and ice that night! Momma didn't have school on Monday a'cause of all the water making Mew Jersey a mess. It's a good thing too a'cause when she came back, she hadded a cold. It am all way bad and so I've been keeping her warm by laying on her lap. I purr lots to make her feel better. Them am magic purrs you know. Well, I see it's time to go watch more talking box with Momma so I hafta get on her lap again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-6503148274391287539?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6503148274391287539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6503148274391287539&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6503148274391287539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6503148274391287539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/04/taking-care-of-business.html' title='Taking care of business'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RiViJJVN89I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NSqnHotd_x4/s72-c/IMG_3469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-6345203002808686809</id><published>2007-04-03T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:04:28.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nascar'/><title type='text'>Momma's Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/nascar/mollyportrait.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Momma wented on so many metal birdies this weekend and eventually, one brought her to Grammie's bestest friend's home in Row-an-Oak, Ginger. She was all way a'cited to get there and meet Aunt Judy's doggie, Molly! Momma says she was a great big fluffy polar bear! Methinks she has kind eye things: Molly am an old lady and has real stiff legs but Momma says she looked cute waddling around the house. She gets all kinds of neat treatsies like peanut butter lollipops for doggies, snausages and crunchy bones. Molly was the hostess with the mostest, and so was Aunt Judy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/nascar/JeffGordon.jpg" align="left" /&gt;On Sunday, Momma wented with Oreo's Mommy to Martinsville Speedway to watch the NASCAR monsters with wheels go vroom vroom around a great big paper clip! A'fore the race started, Momma and Oreo's Mommy gotted to see Jeff Gordon! Oh Momma was so very a'cited! He talked about all sorts of things and said he am gonna have a little girl bean with his wife, Ingrid. Momma says he am ittum bittum and that makes him fit in the monster with wheels better. He camed out of the tent and waved and Momma got a good picture of him! Here's his COT on the racetrack: &lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/nascar/24car.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/nascar/Speed.jpg" align="left" /&gt; Momma and Oreo's Mommy tried to get on the talking box for all of the beans at home to see. They wented over to where the Speed Channel was taping live. She gotted to see Kenny Wallace who maked the crowd cheer all way loud and gotted them all a'cited. He's the one on the right... A'hind them, you can see a great big Grampa clock. That's the award that the winner of the Martinsville race gets...isn't it cool? Jimmie Johnson gotted to take it home but methinks I hearded something 'bout him giving it to his Daddy instead of keeping it for himself. What a kind bean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/nascar/OCC.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Auntie Deb would be oh so a'cited that Momma got to see Mr. Tuttle and his loud bike as it rumbled by... He maked this bike for Tony Stewart and when he camed by, Momma could see his big muss-stash blowing in the wind! Tee-hee!! Look at how very serious he looks...shmaybe he needs to smile a little bit more! &lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/nascar/Carlontruck.jpg" align="right" /&gt;When the driver beans gotted introduced, they came around in trucks and waved...here am Momma's favorite bean, Carl Edwards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here am the view of the third turn in the paper clip track. Momma says that when the monster with wheels came around, it was so loud, you could feel it in your bellyHow fun!!! She says she's glad she gotted buy a pair of earplugs a'cause she wouldn't be able to hear me meow at how happy I was to see her when she got back :)!&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/nascar/turn3.jpg" align="left" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma says she sure wished she lived closer to Oreo's Mommy a'cause she hadded so much fun with her all day long! They laughed, gotted all muddy and dirty and yucky and screamed real loud and took lotsa pictures and bought lotsa shtuff and just had a really really good time together! They even got to see some redneck fighting which maked them laugh all way loud together. &lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/nascar/mommies.jpg" align="right" /&gt; Momma says that Oreo's Mommy's monster with wheels was all way cool and maked the bestest rumbly sounds...did you know that she knows how to make it go all way fast on the racetrack like the NASCAR beans? She does! Momma sawed a picture of her doing it and it was so cool...I sure wish I could have seen it myself, but I was busy enjoying my own bacation. I gotted to have my fur brushed and I listened to jazz mewsic and got to hang out with all the kind beans at my vet's place. It was all way fun, but the bestest part was when I got to go home with Momma :) Methinks I'm gonna go curl up on her lap and have a very purry good nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-6345203002808686809?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6345203002808686809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=6345203002808686809&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6345203002808686809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/6345203002808686809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/04/mommas-weekend.html' title='Momma&apos;s Weekend'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/nascar/th_mollyportrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-3530015420664825061</id><published>2007-03-30T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:37:12.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-Holiday</title><content type='html'>I'm going on a mini holiday this weekend. Momma am bringing me up to my favorite vet's house and I'm gonna hang out there for the weekend. I can't wait a'cause I get to see some of my friends that give me yummy treats and good scritchies and make me purr lots. I sure will miss Momma, but she says that she won't be away from me for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know where she am going? She's gonna get to meet mine far away brother, Oreo! Yea! Oh and if that's not enough, she gets to go see 43 monsters with wheels growling and going real fast around and around with Oreo's Mommy! NASCAR BABY WAHOOOO!!!! Momma sure am a'cited! So while we're gone, everyone be real good and think good thoughts for Grammie a'cause she's gonna start taking a new pill tomorrow to make her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;-Timmy the vacationing kitty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-3530015420664825061?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3530015420664825061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=3530015420664825061&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3530015420664825061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3530015420664825061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/03/mini-holiday.html' title='Mini-Holiday'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-3185502690754922120</id><published>2007-03-27T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:27:01.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammie Update (and other things)</title><content type='html'>Gosh it's already been a whole week since Grammie's kaboomie... her leg thing am all swollen and hurtie but she has real good doctors taking care of her.  She gotted more sad news on Thursday and it maked Momma cry for a while.  Grammie has breast cancer and though I'd like to share more info about that, I doesn't really know too much.  Momma says another doctor will be talking to Grammie and her 'bout all that real soon.  I was all way sad a'cause Momma maked water come out her eye things so I made sure to stay real close to her.  She and Grammie am OK now.  Sometimes I hear Momma make a whimper, but she makes sure to say, "it's gonna be OK Timmy, Momma has to cry a little" and that's how I know it am OK to stay curled up in my perch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hopes no aminal am getting all way sad too much.  Grammie's spirit am as good as you can get when your leg am all covered with velcro and it am not allowed to move.  Momma's student beans all wrote a Get Well Soon card for her that had three pictures of a tuxedo cat hanging on a tree branch...it said "hang in there" and Momma said she liked it very much when she read it and saw all the names.  Oh did I mention that I gotted to go visit her?  I did.  Methinks I'm gonna wait a little bit longer a'fore I go back again though.  There's all way crazy sounds coming from her room.  Another bean am in there with her and they both have little boxes on the floor that purr &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; loud.  They have little clear tubes that go from the purring box up to their noses.  Momma says it helps them breathe better.  If that's all it took, I'd sit on her chest and purr really loud!!!  So I sniffed around and a'cided that Grammie am in a really good rehab place a'cause there am neat places for me to sit.  I found a small closet that I opened myself and sat in.  I sang really loud in there and made Momma laugh.  It sounded so cool!  I could hear an echo in there!!  Oh and the window am all way big so I can sit and look out...and then go all hidey a'hind the curtain when nurse beans come to check on Grammie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It am not the same place that Grammie was in the last time.  She's closer to our house now so Momma says it am all way easier to visit her.  Tonight, Momma hadded dinner with Grammie.  I suffered.  I sat alone at home with my tummy all grumbly looking out the window for Momma's monster with wheels to come with her in it.  Oh I was just so hungry!!!  I was so hungry man.  I got up and looked out every window of the house...even the one with all the fancy things in front of it where Tangie used to hang.  That's when I saw it.  Momma left me some treats in case of a'mergency!  A whole full can of whisker lickins...she's so thoughtful.  It took me a while to open, but when I did, they tasted divine.  I ate and ate until I realized, I maked the whole can empty!  I hid the evidence under the a'cliner that Momma sits in.  Somehow she found out though...and well, she called me a little stingy stinker.  While she was with Grammie, I eated a whole can of treats and then a'tended to be starving so she wouldn't realize my mistake and she fed me stinky goodness.  Oh man, now my belly hurts.  It am all grumbly again, but this time, it am not a'cause I'm hungry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-3185502690754922120?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3185502690754922120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=3185502690754922120&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3185502690754922120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3185502690754922120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/03/grammie-update-and-other-things.html' title='Grammie Update (and other things)'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-4715771050143576687</id><published>2007-03-21T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:42:44.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammie'/><title type='text'>Grammie has a bad hurtie</title><content type='html'>Hi everybean and furry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you already know about Grammie but for those who don't, she had a kaboomie last night.  She was coming into the living room and her left leg maked a loud scary noise and then she went down on the ground.  She said it hurt really bad.  I was concerned so I went and sat right next to her and just kept my eye things fixed on hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma put me in the bedroom so that I wasn't in the way and then I hearded a lot of beans talking about how to get her up off the floor, onto the special chair that goes down stairs and out to the monster with flashy lights on it.  It snowed real hard here the other day and maked it really hard for them to do.  But, they did a real good job a'cause once Grammie was out of the house, Momma let me out and I watched from the living room window.  I could see Momma and Aunt Kathy there too.  There was a really nice cop bean that maked Grammie feel real calm and said nice words at her.  That maked Momma and me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wented to the Bean Hospitable and am there now.  She had a cat scan over her leg and the poodin said that she had a broken tibia.  That am in her left leg thing... so a'cause she has osteopurrosis, she can't have surgery on it.  She am gonna get a brace to keep her leg from moving insead.  She am not happy about her leg thing but when Momma sawed her today, she said she looked as good as she could considering her situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for mine Grammie.  She loves Jesus a whole lot and knows He'll take care of her but it am always good to have more beans praying for her as well.  Momma has a special update page that sends alerts to your email about Grammie.  If you would like to have those alerts sent to you, please email Momma and she'll make sure you get the right information you need to read her updates.  It am on a website called: www.visitngours.com which am made for beans and families to keep in touch that way instead of making lots of phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you all who have already said such kind words at me and Momma and 'specially Grammie.  It warms our hearts and makes me purr.  They are needed and make us smile knowing that you all care 'bout us that way. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-4715771050143576687?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4715771050143576687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=4715771050143576687&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4715771050143576687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/4715771050143576687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/03/grammie-has-bad-hurtie.html' title='Grammie has a bad hurtie'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-7061317133352277430</id><published>2007-03-17T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T01:03:49.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purrthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='larry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catifornia'/><title type='text'>It am Larry's Purrthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.catifornia.com/larrypurrthday.PNG" align="left"&gt; Sure it's St. Patty's Day and we all have the luck o' the Irish with us and Erin goes bra-less today, but more 'mportantly, it am Purresident Larry's Purrthday!  He's the bestest sugar cat anyone could ever want as a friend and purresident!  Happy Purrthday my dear good friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-7061317133352277430?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7061317133352277430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=7061317133352277430&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7061317133352277430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7061317133352277430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-am-larrys-purrthday.html' title='It am Larry&apos;s Purrthday!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-3107740463865484525</id><published>2007-03-14T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:37:03.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PetSmart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purrthday'/><title type='text'>It am mine Purrthday today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rfg0hnLqNqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/94YVcUOkx4U/s1600-h/031407_11481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041837534899484322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rfg0hnLqNqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/94YVcUOkx4U/s320/031407_11481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm getting all way old! Momma maked this picture thing with her new camera phone. It makes it look like I have a'loonies all around me! But I don't really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Momma taked me to visit Dr. Strazza. I got to see one of my favorite beans, Cindy! She picked me up and gave me a good hug! Then it was time to go see Dr Strazza...he gived me two shots in my hiney which I wasn't happy about. Then he touched my belly, peeked in my ear things and in my mouth and showed Momma something that maked me do a rumbly little itty bitty growl. When we got back in the monster with wheels, Momma told me Dr. Strazza gived me the best purrthday gift, good health and up-to-date shot records. I dunno. She wasn't the one getting a shot in her hiney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rfg0hXLqNpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3tfOgucL-2A/s1600-h/timmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041837530604517010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rfg0hXLqNpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3tfOgucL-2A/s320/timmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the visit to Dr. Strazza, Momma taked me to PetSmart! I loves going there :) I got to see mine favorite PetSmart bean, Judy. Know what? She gived me a special purrthday present! It's a little nip pillow. It's divine, I must say. I've already gotten nipped out twice! Good stuff!! This am me and Judy celebrating mine purrthday in the store. Momma gotted me a purrthday hat and hankie that says "happy birthday" on it! There's a little present that you can wear on your arm too but I already taked it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got out of PetSmart, Momma went to show me the seagulls in the parking lot. They were singing happy purrthday to me! One even got on the hood of the monster with wheels like the last time. Momma opened the sunroof a little bit and stuck a french fry up there and it came and took it from her hand! I sure wish I could get a french fry in my mouth thing and see if it would come and take it from me! LOL!!! Oh well, a poodin' can wish can't he?! Well, time to go enjoy some purrthday treatsies that Momma got for me! I'll post more tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RfivDXLqNrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WwwXrT41qdA/s1600-h/IMG_3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041972255138657970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RfivDXLqNrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WwwXrT41qdA/s320/IMG_3250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm back with more a'citing purrthday news! After my great big morning, I came home to watch Momma give the outdoor aminals food. The squirrels got sunflower seeds and the goldfinches got some thistle seed and the rest of all the purrty birds got some nice mixed seed. Today, I saw a downy woodpecker! Oh! And the cowbird came today for the first time in forever!! Methinks it was a'cause it was mine purrthday and he was being all kind to pay me a visit. I chittered at them all afternoon from my perch! The sun thing came out and warmed up everything so nice that Momma opened the window for me to sniff the good fresh air. It was divine! In fact, it was so good that it kinda konked me out. Well, that and the nip pillow I got from Judy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RfiwJXLqNsI/AAAAAAAAABE/iAaztMcIiA8/s1600-h/IMG_3251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041973457729500866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/RfiwJXLqNsI/AAAAAAAAABE/iAaztMcIiA8/s320/IMG_3251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For dinner, I was treated to the fancy stinky goodness! Ya know the kind in the shiny green cans? It was real deck-a-dent! Turkey Florentine with Garden Greens. Can you say YUMMO!? It was absolutely divine! You can sorta see me lickin' my chops in this picture. Oh and there's the little present that came with mine hat and scarf :) Grammie and Momma maked harmony sounds with their voices as they sang "Happy Purrthday" to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-3107740463865484525?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3107740463865484525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=3107740463865484525&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3107740463865484525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/3107740463865484525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-am-mine-purrthday-today.html' title='It am mine Purrthday today!!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Rfg0hnLqNqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/94YVcUOkx4U/s72-c/031407_11481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-8400477354626204229</id><published>2007-03-07T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:17:38.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Re8qtloi-mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KEs4RRWQa5w/s1600-h/IMG_3203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039293470735530594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Re8qtloi-mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KEs4RRWQa5w/s320/IMG_3203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It am all way cold outside today. But I am all way cozy and warm in the house with mine beans. I just wubs being in mine Momma's arms a'cause I can get all cozy there and purr myself to sleep. But I will tell you a secret...sometimes I am not sleeping...sometimes I am reaching out a'hind her and touching the lampshade with my paw, just a'cause I can! And, Momma doesn't even know it! Hee-hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-8400477354626204229?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8400477354626204229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=8400477354626204229&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8400477354626204229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/8400477354626204229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/03/snuggle.html' title='Snuggle'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-qE1nqRUgA/Re8qtloi-mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KEs4RRWQa5w/s72-c/IMG_3203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-1972392739924501209</id><published>2007-03-03T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:55:14.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PetSmart'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/one.jpg" align="left" /&gt; Momma taked me to PetSmart yesterday and it was fantastic! We always go and say hello to the poodins that are waiting for their forever home. On this visit, I falled in love with Patches. She had deep green eye things and her fur was so fancy looking. She's all way petite and I liked watching her a lot. She put her paw on the glass and I put my nose thing up against it. We did a lot of love-eyes at each other. Then I noticed that we were near my favorite part of the store...the furniture!&lt;br /&gt;I climbed over them and meowed the whole time! Then it was on to the stinky goodness aisle. I was so excited to help Momma pick out my food. I purred all way loud and put my shtinky rub all over the cans. Them am mine now. After we were all done there, Momma let me watch the birdies for a while. I loves to listen to them and make my eye things bug outta my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Picture007.jpg" align="left" /&gt; Once we gotted back in the monster with wheels, Momma went to get some lunch for herself. I did a turtle and got to snack on some treatsies she got for me at PetSmart. They were divine. But what do you suppose maked me look up at the sunroof like this???  You'll have to read my latest Wildlife Watch Report to find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-1972392739924501209?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1972392739924501209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=1972392739924501209&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1972392739924501209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1972392739924501209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/03/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-7868754114040995714</id><published>2007-02-25T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:43:06.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the award goes to...</title><content type='html'>Grammie told me that I should win an Oscar tonight. I honestly don't know why though... What's that Grammie? A'cause I'm dramatic?! Well, you'd throw yourself on the bed and pretend to faint of starvation if you wanted a treat too! A cat's gotta do what a cat's gotta do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-7868754114040995714?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7868754114040995714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=7868754114040995714&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7868754114040995714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/7868754114040995714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-award-goes-to.html' title='And the award goes to...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5074737538544967099</id><published>2007-02-15T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:18:18.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty kozy kontest'/><title type='text'>WE HAVE A WINNER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Jasper241.jpg" align="left" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations Jasper! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You guessed Grammie's favorite chocolate! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grammie loves the Hershey's Milk Chocolate Nuggets just like your Dad does. She agrees that they're better than the kisses. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can email mine Mom and send us your info so that we can get your kozy to you real soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had such good guesses! It was fun watching all the different answers. I'm sure we'll have another kitty kozy kontest soon. Shmaybe for &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;St. Patty's Day&lt;/span&gt;?? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5074737538544967099?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5074737538544967099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5074737538544967099&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5074737538544967099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5074737538544967099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-have-winner.html' title='WE HAVE A WINNER!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-1553175681651726355</id><published>2007-02-15T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:53:03.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bringin' Sexy Back</title><content type='html'>Dear Riley and Bonita, the most kindest of cousins I ever had...what Momma?  They're the ONLY cousins I ever had??  Oh.  Well, still.  Them am all way kind.  So I wanna say thank you so much for my warm blankie that Auntie Deb maked and you gived me for Balentimes Day.  I loves it.  See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/IMG_2709.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like Justin Timberlake in it.  I am indeed bringin' sexy back.  Hubba Hubba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-1553175681651726355?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1553175681651726355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=1553175681651726355&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1553175681651726355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/1553175681651726355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-bringin-sexy-back.html' title='I&apos;m Bringin&apos; Sexy Back'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2727851911391734618</id><published>2007-02-07T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:19:07.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty kozy kontest'/><title type='text'>It am that time again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Card I gotted from mine winter secret paw" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/IMG_2680.jpg" align="left" /&gt;What is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; time you ask? Why it's time for another kontest! We had so much fun reading all the guesses on Momma's stuffed aminal collection... this time, we're gonna focus on Grammie. You all knows how much she wubs all of us aminals. She wubs us so much that she makes us her special &lt;strong&gt;Kitty Kozy&lt;/strong&gt; blankets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Balentimes day am just around the corner, &lt;strong&gt;Grammie's kitty kozy kontest&lt;/strong&gt; am gonna be about something she is a'cited to get on Balentimes day. You know, beans give each other cards, balloonies, candies and all kinds of flowers that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Close-Up of Grammie's Balentime Kitty Kozy" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/IMG_2679.jpg" align="right" /&gt;Grammie am looking forward to getting a pacific kind of treatsie from mine Momma. Your job am to guess exactly what that treatsie is! It has to be all way pacific a'cause if you just guess "flowers", it won't getcha far. If her favorite treatsie am pink roses, then, that has to be what you guess. But knows what? It am not pink roses! I betcha you'll never guess it! I'll give you just one great big hint, it am not good for us aminals to eat... d'oh! I've said too much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-2727851911391734618?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2727851911391734618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2727851911391734618&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2727851911391734618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2727851911391734618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-am-that-time-again.html' title='It am that time again!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5982662716195747034</id><published>2007-02-06T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:00:24.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Oh NO!</title><content type='html'>I went to ask Grammie for a treat today and she told me I had to have only a few.  What's up with that?!?!  I found out that Momma forgot to pick up my treatsies the last time she went shopping.  Gosh!!  I honestly don't know what I'm gonna do!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the fake-out faint on the living room floor...that didn't do much.  I pleaded with Grammie a few days ago (you already know how that went...I was able to crazy glue my leg back on)...so I went tearing through the house at lightning speed hoping to get Momma to realize my skills...but alas, no treatsies.  I finally resorted to singing.  I went a'hind some furniture and meowed my little heart out.  And yet still, no treatsies.  What's a poodin to do!?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got crunchies and delicious stinky goodness out in the kitchen, but I'm too lazy to go out there when I've got treatsies right in the living room.  Momma says I'm being all way dramatic about the whole thing...but know what?  She has her treatsies!  It's true!  I sawed them come outta the closet!  WHERE'S MINE????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.  sometimes, it's hard being a poodin'...s'pecially when you have such a forgetful Momma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5982662716195747034?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5982662716195747034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5982662716195747034&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5982662716195747034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5982662716195747034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-no.html' title='Oh NO!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-2020609087025273100</id><published>2007-02-03T02:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:14:57.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>dear diary</title><content type='html'>Today while I was redecorating Grammie's bedroom, loud words were made at me.  It maked me feel all way sad.  So I went into the living room and pouted.&lt;br /&gt;Grammie camed out of her bedroom (which looked all way better with the baby powder all over the floor and the purrfume laying under the bed) and joined me.  She started crocheting a kitty kozy.  I watched and a'cided that the loud words she made at me were all done and forgotten 'bout.  I wanted to help her so I stepped into her silly string bag and did a fine turtle.  She couldn't get the silly string out with me in it so I was hoping she'd have to give me a treat from the bottomless drawer of goodies.  No such luck.  I stood up and put mine paws on her.  A lot.  &lt;br /&gt;She said more loud words at me but I ignored them.  Surely she must have been joking.  But no.  She picked up the newspaper and maked swishy noises with it.  I ignored them.  Pretended to be hard of hearing things... I maked my eye things go deep into her soul...and thought for SURE she'd hafta give me a treat.  No.  Instead, she hit my bum-bum.  She hit it so hard my back leg fell off.  It's still on the floor...I can see it from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-2020609087025273100?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2020609087025273100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=2020609087025273100&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2020609087025273100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/2020609087025273100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-diary_03.html' title='dear diary'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-5139706562958316477</id><published>2007-01-30T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T01:19:26.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoebox'/><title type='text'>A Better Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimmyPics/IMG_2539.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you agree that I look MUCH better in this shoebox than some shtupid pointy heel shoes? Momma...what am you laughing about? Grammie you're not laughing at &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; are you? Honestly, I get no respect around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wildlife watch update*&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. I've been all way lazy last year and only posted here and there. But, with my wildlife watch, it's different. I usually post about unusual sightings. Just in the past two weeks we've had two new birdie visitors to the feeders! Go check out my wildlife watch to see (and hear) who they are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-5139706562958316477?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5139706562958316477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=5139706562958316477&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5139706562958316477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/5139706562958316477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/01/better-fit.html' title='A Better Fit'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimmyPics/th_IMG_2539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116898552884549287</id><published>2007-01-16T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:12:08.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://members.cox.net/charlenefrancesjeanne/FelineOligarchy.gif" align="left" /&gt;Oh how very a'citing! I knowed that mine patience would be a'warded! I watched at the window everyday for the mailbean to bring me a special gift! Today it was out there!! I could see it with my eye things!! I was so a'cited that when Momma bringed it in the house, my tail thing quivered like crazy! She tolded me it was from some dear friends down south, &lt;a href="http://www.catsruletheswamp.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The Feline Oligarchy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Oh aren't they a good-lookin' bunch!? There's, Alberta the calico, Sky the sorta tuxie, Blackie with the softest of fur, Charlie girl with the real long name and in the middle is wee little Maggie Fu! Isn't she cute?! They sent me the most lovely secret paw package!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you my pictures in the order that they happened. Momma was kind enough to take them of me opening my box...which by the way, I totally fit in after it was empty!! Momma couldn't get a picture of it so you'll just have to take my meows for it. She says I looked awful silly in there all smushed in...anyway, on with the pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimmyPics/IMG_2560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am sniffing mine package! Oh I knowed it was for me right away! Momma called my name and showed it to me! That's how I knowed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimmyPics/IMG_2562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme just follow the directions here..."&lt;em&gt;pull tab&lt;/em&gt;" well, how 'bout "&lt;em&gt;Yank Tab with Teethies"&lt;/em&gt;!?!?!? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimmyPics/IMG_2566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;em&gt;sniff-sniff&lt;/em&gt;:: oh boy it smells all way good in there! C'mon Momma! Help take out the shtuff with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimmyPics/IMG_2567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! OH!!! I don't know who was more a'cited, me or Momma! She says that the cat dancer (the rainbow string) is one of they toys she has always wanted to get for me, but could never find in any of the stores around us! It's soooo much fun to play with! (Momma says thank you!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimmyPics/IMG_2574.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! This one am from Florida!!! It says so right on it!! A fishie dolphin from Florida...it smells like the most divine nip my nose thing has ever sniffed...watch as I sink my teethies into it...RAAAAWRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimmyPics/IMG_2583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cat nipper is so cool! I can hug it and sniff it and kick-kick-kick it! See? It smells like nip too :) Oh and shtinky goodness! It's the bestest kind, Grilled Tuna and Salmon!!! Oh you guys sure did know JUST what to get me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimmyPics/IMG_2585.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the world looks like when you're nipped-up on divine Florida Dolphin Nip and playing with a cat dancer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimmyPics/IMG_2579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you SOOOO much for my secret paws package! I love everything I got! Momma says the temptations are gonna have to go hidey a'cause I'll eat the whole bag of treats in one sitting...but...I don't know what she means by that...nope...not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;THANK YOU FELINE OLIGARCHY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116898552884549287?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116898552884549287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116898552884549287&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116898552884549287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116898552884549287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/01/many-thanks.html' title='Many Thanks!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/TimmyPics/th_IMG_2560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116889559649077194</id><published>2007-01-15T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:13:16.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest tag</title><content type='html'>Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.lifeofrileydog.blogspot.com" target="blank"&gt;Cousin Riley Dog&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me (even though I was number 6! LOL!!) This tag is for makin' new years resolutions. I don't know that I can keep them very well...but I'll follow the instructions and post 5 resolutions that I'll try to keep this new year. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Post More Often&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt; I wasn't very good at posting last year. It's mainly a'cause of mine Momma bein' busy. But for sure, I'll nip her in the ankle so that she get's to the 'puter more this year. I don't even get to comment on mine friend's blogs anymore. It's m'barassing really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Practice singing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I love to go out in the hall when Momma washes the dishes. I usually check out the doors and sniff at things. I've learned how well the acoustics are out there! I'd like to warm up my vocal chords while doing my nightly door checks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Watch more birdie tv&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I have a'come a little lax about this in the past year. Since we gotted the lovely new birdie feeder from our friends in &lt;a href="http://www.catifornia.com" target="_blank"&gt;Catifornia&lt;/a&gt;, I have a renewed joy that has allowed me to chitter again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stop doing the unmentionable&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;em&gt;Only a handful of beans and close aminal friends know my terribly bad habit (I haven't even posted 'bout it a'cause it's so bad). I really don't mean to do it but it just sorta happens and then I'm all m'barassed. Shmaybe with Momma's help, I'll be able to stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Snore less&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;em&gt;The beans say I do it. I purrsonally don't a'lieve that I do. I'm too good-looing for such a nasty flaw...but let's say if it was true, I'd like to stop it. Shmaybe I'll get one of those breathe right strips I see on the talking box. We'll see how that goes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now I'll tag 5 friends who will have to post their own 5 new year resolutions&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catifornia-usa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purresident Larry and the Catifornians&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlecf.blogspot.com/" target="_blnak"&gt;Scooby, Shaggy and Scout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychokitty.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Max and Buddah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boogieheadoreo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Oreo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swicks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Beau Beau and Angie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116889559649077194?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116889559649077194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116889559649077194&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116889559649077194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116889559649077194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-latest-tag.html' title='My latest tag'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116866309347761728</id><published>2007-01-12T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:38:13.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Benefit From Christmas Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/1600/922239/IMG_2516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/215253/IMG_2516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know ::&lt;em&gt;yawn&lt;/em&gt;:: there's nothin' more a'citing than watching the beans open their Christmas gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/1600/593903/IMG_2514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/372583/IMG_2514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Grammie gotted this nice fluffy comforter from Momma ::&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/1600/428754/IMG_2523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/718176/IMG_2523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It camed with matching poofy pillow covers ::&lt;em&gt;rubs eyes&lt;/em&gt;:: it makes her room look all way fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/1600/965761/IMG_2508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/189061/IMG_2508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the gift is that I get to nap on it whenever I want.  Sweet dreams are made of this.  ZZZZZzzzzz.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116866309347761728?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116866309347761728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116866309347761728&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116866309347761728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116866309347761728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-benefit-from-christmas-gifts.html' title='I Benefit From Christmas Gifts'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116832325402530612</id><published>2007-01-09T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:14:14.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Wasn't Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/01/09/nyregion/09smell.1902.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/09/nyregion/09smell.html?hp&amp;ex=1168405200&amp;en=8ea76aaae89fa951&amp;ei=5094&amp;partner=homepage"target="_blank"&gt;Honest!&lt;/a&gt; It truly wasn't me.  I know they tried to blame Mew Jersey...but for real.  I'm not THAT bad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116832325402530612?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116832325402530612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116832325402530612&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116832325402530612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116832325402530612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-wasnt-me.html' title='It Wasn&apos;t Me!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116763447206764896</id><published>2007-01-01T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:54:32.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007, Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/hny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116763447206764896?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116763447206764896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116763447206764896&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116763447206764896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116763447206764896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-here-we-come.html' title='2007, Here We Come!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/th_hny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116703063341982708</id><published>2006-12-25T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:10:33.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/567108/NORADsanta150x200%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The big day has finally arrived! It am all way late and I'm still up!! I have been watching out the window at the sky for Santa Paws but Momma said he won't come if I'm still awake...sigh... Wait! I think I see something!! Oh...that's just mine reflection in the window...nevermind! Momma says that I'm gonna get a present from Auntie Deb and I can't wait to see what it is!  She always has such nice ideas for gifts :)  Well, I wanted to wish everybean and aminal a very...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Timmy, Grammie and Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Momma says I'm allowed to show the picture of her with Janie's Mommy! How a'citing...Mommy sightings are so rare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/mommies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them am looking all way pretty...and very happy too! I wonder how many other beans have met in person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116703063341982708?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116703063341982708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116703063341982708&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116703063341982708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116703063341982708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116699790554988759</id><published>2006-12-24T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T17:05:05.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Two of My Long Post(s)</title><content type='html'>So many nice things to talk about. First of all, I forgot to talk about when Auntie Deb was here! She gotted to sleep in Momma's bed and Momma sleeped on a new bed called a foo-tawn. She maked it all by herself. Well, it camed in a box and Momma had to put it together...but it I was there to help her make it go together. It am all way fun to lay on and hide under!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/531338/IMG_2273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Deb's time here in Mew Jersey was all way short and a'fore we knowed it, it was time for her to go on another metal birdie and fly home to Colorado. A'fore she went, she gived me all sorts of kissies and hugs so that I wouldn't forget her. Don't worry Auntie Deb, I'll a'member you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/582997/IMG_2363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason Auntie Deb camed out is a'cause Momma wented on tour with her college beans. This year, they wented as far south as Washington D.C. Momma forgotted her camera. Can you a'lieve it?! Sheesh. Anyway, she said she sawed all sorts of nice things and her most favorite painting by Clawed Monay was at the national art gallery. Momma gotted to meet Janie's Momma in south Mew Jersey at one of the concerts! What a super uber nice surprise that was! Their picture camed out all way nice and I'll have to see if I can share it with you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/732237/IMG_2333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here am two of Momma's students. They make Momma laugh all way loud and long. Miss Chrissy has a voice like an angel and sings all way pretty. Joe bean knows how to make instruments sing way smooth and on tour, he played the trombone! He knows lots about marching bands and drum and bugle corps. All the boys hafta wear tuxedos...know what? I coulda played mine trumpet with the brass ensemble a'cause I was in my tux that day! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/812754/IMG_2347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'fore the concert starts, the lady beans have to wait out in the hall for their entrance. They sing in the aisles. It happened to be all way cold and they were getting cold with their short sleeved dresses on! Miss Chrissy and Naz know how to grin and bear it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/320719/IMG_2348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looks like when you am waiting in the hall...all those beans are about to hear a lovely Christmas concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/517829/IMG_2352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma says the ladies' trio and harp sounded beautiful together! I sure would like to put my shtinky on that harp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/1600/610733/choir1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/120480/choir1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma waved her hands at the church choir a few Sundays back and they singed all way nice. Momma said it's one of her favorite cantatas. Look at how fancy shmancy they all look in their robes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/1600/151629/choir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/13407/choir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joebean singed solos in Momma's church choir.  He knows how to make high notes come out even though him am a baritone!  Momma says he has a real nice falsetto.  I dunno what that means though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/1600/710010/joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/111852/joe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Miss Chrissy singin' "What Child Is This?"  I gotted to hear the tape and she sounded all way good.  It wasn't the old fashioned version of the song...she gotted to sing all fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/1600/624482/chrissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/953808/chrissy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Destiny was all way nervous about singin' her solo but it camed out so very good!  She had to sing a gospel song with the choir all loud.  She gotted everybean smiling and clapping!  She plays the pinano so much better than Momma! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/1600/388676/destiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/378096/destiny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the concerts and shtuff.  Now that it am Christmas Eve, the house am getting in order and all the lights am on.  Shmaybe I'll make Momma take one of the deer outside.  One of them agrees with everything I tell her.  It's funny!  I hopes you all have a good day and if you celebrate Christmas, then have a merry Christmas Eve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116699790554988759?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116699790554988759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116699790554988759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116699790554988759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116699790554988759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2006/12/part-two-of-my-long-posts.html' title='Part Two of My Long Post(s)'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116694547191472923</id><published>2006-12-24T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T02:31:11.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Say!</title><content type='html'>First of all, my 'pologies for being MIA lately. It's just that things have been oh so crazy around here, I hardly had time to catch Momma long enough for her to sit down and pet me let alone type for me! Instead of glossing over all the neat things that have been goin' on, I thought I'd talk about a few of them today, then s'more tomorrow...or later today! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a'cause Momma has been so busy, methinks it's only fair to show you what she's been doin'. Here am one of her many handbell choirs. She waves her hands at these beans and they ring bells at her. They sound all way nice and were invited to play at a fancy mall! Don't they look festive with their red gloves on? :) These bell beans am from Momma's new school that she teaches at. Their concert went all way good! If you look hard, you can spot Momma in the first picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="489" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2376.jpg" width="471" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It am all way fancy..Saks, Momma says, am all way fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="434" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2374-1.jpg" width="473" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Momma gotted back with her bell beans from ringing at the mall, they gived her a really nice Christmas present! Momma loves it oh so much! She tolded me if I ever touch it, I'll be sorry so I'd better keep myself all way clear of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="251" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2398.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This am me shopping for mine Secret Paw pal. A'cause Momma was all way busy, even mine Secret Paw pal suffered. Poor pal. Now that Christmas am here, they're gonna have to wait a little bit longer a'fore they get their gift from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="224" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2409.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boughted it mineself. Went to the store with Momma and picked out some real special things. I even asked Grammie to make a kitty kozy for mine secret paw! I hopes they like it!! It's been so mild out that I gotted to put my head thing out the window of the monster with wheels and sniff the good fresh air on the way home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="238" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2411.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something camed in the mail yesterday! It was a great BIG box! When Momma bringed it inside, my tail quivered with a'citement! I could hardly wait to find out who it was from...guess who!? Mine dear kind friends from Catifornia!! Oh they're the most kind loving poodin's and beans and doggies and birdies ever ever ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie! There am a great big round ball in there! Momma let me look in the box and know what? There was more under that paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? There am a birdie that sings all way nice. It am a birdie that lives in the West that we don't get to hear or see out here in Mew Jersey! Momma liked that very much. Oh and I smelled nip!!! NIP!!! There was a little gift for mine Momma in there...now that everybean knows the answer to the kitty kozy kontest, it am no suprise that Momma likes piggies anymore! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh know what? I got the bestest new bed in the whole world! Larry must have picked it out a'cause he goes real good with green colors. Momma and Grammie love it a'cause it matches the living room! No more lellow box with stars on it! Now I have mine own bed that turns into a hidey place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="201" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2422.jpg" width="258" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="248" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2414.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WAY cool!!! I sleep in it all the time now! Momma says I snore all way loud and it echoes in the hole LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma says that she loves the new feeder a'cause it's beautiful! It's true, it is very beautiful...but I thought it was a big ball for me to play with in the house at first...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That birdie feeder am so nice! Momma gotted a new holder for it so that it hangs with the old feeder. Now more birdies can share their meals together! Here's the very first birdie to check out the new feeder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/IMG_2431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a chickadee! We haven't seen them in a very long time. But it am winter again so they're back! What nice music sounds they make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Catifornians, thank you oh so very much for the lovely Christmas presents! We all love them so very much! I s'pecially love mine new bed! I really do sleep in it all day long! The birdies outside thank you for the new feeder. Momma loves her piggie ornament and Grammie likes to listen to the birdie sing it's western song :) Thank you Thank you Thank you!!! Love, Wimmy (and Momma and Grammie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116694547191472923?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116694547191472923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116694547191472923&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116694547191472923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116694547191472923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-much-to-say.html' title='So Much To Say!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/Shtuff/th_IMG_2376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116570422217159623</id><published>2006-12-09T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T17:43:42.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Janie you beautious poodin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/856433/IMG_2353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look what Janie sended to me! Doesn't she look just divine!? Oh she's soooo purrrrty... Such a kind little poodin. Momma gotted to meet Janie's Mommy on tour last week! Momma says they were all way loud and happy when they meeted. It sounded all way a'citing! Momma says Janie's Mommy is all way kind and she was so happy that she gotted to hear all her students sing and play mewsic. She got a picture of them together but she didn't get it sent to her yet. It am on another bean's camera. Shmaybe soon! But in the meantime, look at how purrrrrty Janie is in her diva tiara. Mrrrow! Janie sent it to me along with a pawful of little fuzzy pom poms which I play with all over the house! I even play fetch with them! Thanks Janie, I adore you too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/975431/IMG_2359.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Momma caughted me huggin' and kissin' on Janie's picture! D'oh!!!! Hey, speakin' of pictures, if Momma can get a hold of some pictures from her tour, she'll put them on here so I can tell you about them.  I was so happy when she camed home that I purred really loud and even maked a hiccup! LOL!  Momma has a few more concerts this week.  She's gonna be waving her hands at the choir in church tomorrow.  It's gonna sound all way good!!  I sure wish I could sneak in and sing along "Meow Meow Meow!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116570422217159623?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116570422217159623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116570422217159623&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116570422217159623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116570422217159623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-janie-you-beautious-poodin.html' title='Oh Janie you beautious poodin...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116434583098755600</id><published>2006-11-24T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:23:51.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Dear Kind Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to come online earlier today to wish you all a &lt;strong&gt;Happy Thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt;, but I was watching the parade and the doggie show (I can't a'lieve that poofy poodle won AGAIN!!!) and then I helped Momma make Thanksgiving Dinner which camed out looking all way good to my eye things! She maked turkey with mushroom gravy, sausage stuffing, creamed onions, broccoli and corn casserole, mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce that looked like a can LOL!! Oh! Grammie and Momma hadded cranberry soda! Momma says it tasted like watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/335084/IMG_2291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Auntie Deb, &lt;em&gt;shmaybe&lt;/em&gt; we'll still have some leftovers for you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it camed time to eat the dinner, Momma surprised me with my very own Thanksgiving Dinner! OH I was so a'cited I could hardly wait through Grammie's prayer of thanks to God for all the good things that He has provided for us... Like this wonderful stinky goodness!  It was a second portion of my favorite fancy stinky goodness flavor: Turkey Florentine with Garden Greens...YUMMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6230/553/320/343291/IMG_2296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving with friends and family! I'm very thankful for all of my dear friends that I've met online (so is Momma and Grammie of course!) and hope that you all have a really good nap after all the turkey that was eaten today :)  Gobble-Gobble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116434583098755600?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116434583098755600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116434583098755600&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116434583098755600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116434583098755600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116389493543483767</id><published>2006-11-18T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:08:58.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some cool things to look at</title><content type='html'>Janie got her kitty kozy! Her Mama maked a really nice show of her opening up her prize and testing it out! There's a cameo appearance in it too that will make you laugh! To watch her show, click &lt;a href="http://s82.photobucket.com/albums/j265/tessasmama/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1163879390.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6230/553/320/IMG_2284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this wicked cool birdie that visited the feeder today! We've heard him singing in the woods a'hind our house for a few years now but this is the first time Momma says she's EVER seen him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6230/553/320/IMG_2281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Bellied Woodpecker :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6230/553/320/IMG_2286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a'fore I finish my post for today, I want to say a special thanks to Puff and Puff's Mom for the silly string and the new box! This box is really really nice and as soon as it was empty, I leaped right in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116389493543483767?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116389493543483767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116389493543483767&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116389493543483767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116389493543483767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-cool-things-to-look-at.html' title='Some cool things to look at'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8279931.post-116361155459817607</id><published>2006-11-15T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:01:19.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Press We Have A Winner!</title><content type='html'>A'scuse me Momma? Can you kindly hold mine trumpet so that I can play it? Fanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6230/553/320/IMG_2270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doo Do-Do Doooo!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here yee Here yee!&lt;br /&gt;We have a winner of the Grammie's Kitty Kozy Kontest!!&lt;br /&gt;We gotted so many wonderful guesses! China guessed Pink Flamingos...LOL she was close! The aminal&lt;em&gt; IS&lt;/em&gt; pink (well, usually). We had two emails with the right answer, but one sent their answer a whole day sooner than the other. Announcing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The most preciousest of preciousness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;JANIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="776" src="http://www.freewebs.com/lukesmama/pussycat%20puusycat.jpeg" width="830" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This photo is from Janie's website)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane has the most wonderful adventures and uses her &lt;a href="http://www.janesadventures.co.nr/" target="_blank"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; to share them with us all. She is truly a lovely poodin' and well, look! Even the Queen Bean approves of her!!! Congratulations Janie! I hope when you receive your kitty kozy that you will share your photo with us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'oh! I'm such a silly poodin!&lt;br /&gt;China reminded me that I totally forgot to tell you the winning answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6230/553/320/IMG_2277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PIGGIES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8279931-116361155459817607?l=timothydickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/feeds/116361155459817607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8279931&amp;postID=116361155459817607&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116361155459817607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8279931/posts/default/116361155459817607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timothydickens.blogspot.com/2006/11/stop-press-we-have-winner.html' title='Stop the Press We Have A Winner!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890508021593912435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b130/Tuxedotimmy/upclose-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
