<?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-418962465814504615</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:28:57.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tallulah The Cat</title><subtitle type='html'>NYC cat lives fabulous life on Fifth Avenue...eats gourmet food, goes everywhere, and has a room of her own.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-2116375025837451361</id><published>2010-01-01T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:00:06.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SzJqulRKCFI/AAAAAAAAANA/NMwgpodMk-o/s1600-h/Happy+New+Year+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SzJqulRKCFI/AAAAAAAAANA/NMwgpodMk-o/s320/Happy+New+Year+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418510650190727250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Rupert's country house.  It's in a little town in the Berkshires with a general store where everybody knows us, and a library that has my book -- autographed, of course.  We caught lots of mice, which Mrs G said she appreciated, but Mabel was less than thrilled when we brought one to her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For New Year's Eve, Mrs G made a roast beef dinner with all the trimmings for the humans and chicken liver mouse with bacon chips for Rupert and &lt;i&gt;moi&lt;/i&gt;.  Everybody finally went to sleep, so Rupert and I curled up on a pouf in front of the fireplace in the library -- the one with pictures of Mr and Mrs G on the mantel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-2116375025837451361?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/2116375025837451361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=2116375025837451361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2116375025837451361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2116375025837451361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SzJqulRKCFI/AAAAAAAAANA/NMwgpodMk-o/s72-c/Happy+New+Year+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-922679233880168621</id><published>2009-12-26T00:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:26:00.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing For The Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SzJll15CG3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/QH12uSuSPJg/s1600-h/T+Packs+Suitcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SzJll15CG3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/QH12uSuSPJg/s320/T+Packs+Suitcase.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418505002475985778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was more fabulous than even I could have imagined.  We wrapped presents for all of my friends, and they gave presents to me.  It was so exciting to open everything and I got to play with all of the beautiful ribbons and wrapping papers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, the whole thing was quite exhausting, so I'm glad we were invited to spend New Years in the country with Mrs G and Rupert.  Mabel packs as if she's going away for a month instead of a week, but all I need is my little brown leather suitcase with my initial on the front.  I packed a party dress for New Year's Eve and lots of scarves and mittens because there's snow all over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're leaving early in the morning, so I think I'll go to sleep now...and dream of mice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-922679233880168621?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/922679233880168621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=922679233880168621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/922679233880168621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/922679233880168621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/12/packing-for-country.html' title='Packing For The Country'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SzJll15CG3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/QH12uSuSPJg/s72-c/T+Packs+Suitcase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-3109666776164008952</id><published>2009-12-20T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:01:00.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging the Christmas Wreath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Syqt-Nk0ZVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3tFayqboK7I/s1600-h/Christmas+Wreath+on+5A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Syqt-Nk0ZVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3tFayqboK7I/s320/Christmas+Wreath+on+5A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416332786174027090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel and I went to the Greenmarket so we could Christmas-ize the apartment.  First  we bought a huge wreath that had red balls and holly berries to put on the front door of 5A.  Then we got yards and yards of pine boughs and pine cones and holly sprigs to decorate the mantels and the window sills.  We also got lots of poinsettias -- some in red and some in white because Mabel likes to put them all over the house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite flowers are the amaryllis bulbs.  Mabel kept picking up the red ones, but I meowed and meowed and pulled on her coat sleeve until she finally realized that the best ones had red and white striped flowers -- much more festive as far as I was concerned.  I don't know what she would do without me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finished decorating, Mabel invited my friends for Christmas cookies and fish tea.  They all admired the wreath and they got to take home their very own little catnip plants in tiny green pots tied with a red ribbon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you just love Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-3109666776164008952?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3109666776164008952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=3109666776164008952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3109666776164008952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3109666776164008952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/12/hanging-christmas-wreath.html' title='Hanging the Christmas Wreath'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Syqt-Nk0ZVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3tFayqboK7I/s72-c/Christmas+Wreath+on+5A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-1374162367559873007</id><published>2009-12-17T16:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:00:58.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tallulah &amp; Friends in The Christmas Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Syqnnwq5JmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RdvOV3N_ZAc/s1600-h/Christmas+Mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Syqnnwq5JmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RdvOV3N_ZAc/s320/Christmas+Mirror.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416325803387987554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice and Rupert and Monty came to my Tallulah The Cat Store today to buy Christmas clothes.  We all dressed up and Mabel took pictures to put on the bulletin board in the store, and then she gave some to each of my friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We looked so fabulous that almost everyone in the store bought Christmas clothes for their cats, too.  There are going to be a lot of very happy, very well dressed cats this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-1374162367559873007?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1374162367559873007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=1374162367559873007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1374162367559873007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1374162367559873007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/12/tallulah-friends-in-christmas-mirror.html' title='Tallulah &amp; Friends in The Christmas Mirror'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Syqnnwq5JmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RdvOV3N_ZAc/s72-c/Christmas+Mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-7704777705935873398</id><published>2009-12-11T12:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:00:02.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cat Clothes at The Tallulah the Cat Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sx_4MRp8YFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/I6imr8IR_gY/s1600-h/Christmas+Cat+Clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sx_4MRp8YFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/I6imr8IR_gY/s320/Christmas+Cat+Clothes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413318166904070226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a big surprise this morning.  Diana came to the store from Pets! Pets! Pets! loaded down with boxes. They were all tied up because Diana knows how much I love to pull at the ribbons and paper.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside the boxes were Christmas clothes for my Tallulah The Cat Dolls, which are a big hit in my store.  The everyday outfit is a red and green striped cape with a red and green plaid bow.  It's very nice, but kind of ordinary.  The really special one is the Sugarplum Fairy outfit.  There's a long red velvet cape with rhinestone stars all over it and white fur trim.  And then, there's a tiara with red and green twinkles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the biggest surprise was in the last box -- both outfits made especially for &lt;i&gt;moi&lt;/i&gt;!  Now I can dress my Tallulah doll and myself like twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-7704777705935873398?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/7704777705935873398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=7704777705935873398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7704777705935873398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7704777705935873398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cat-clothes-at-tallulah-cat.html' title='Christmas Cat Clothes at The Tallulah the Cat Store'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sx_4MRp8YFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/I6imr8IR_gY/s72-c/Christmas+Cat+Clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-7254366740542884777</id><published>2009-12-04T13:10:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:31:10.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating the Tallulah the Cat Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SxlxQgznUAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EasJ5ClunxI/s1600-h/Decorating+Christmas+store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SxlxQgznUAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EasJ5ClunxI/s320/Decorating+Christmas+store.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411480955760627714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been so busy decorating the store that I haven't had a minute to write the blog.  There are ribbons and bows and tinsel around the windows and walls, and a Christmas tree decorated with cat toys.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mabel thought we should pre-wrap a lot of things to make it easy for people in a hurry.  We wrapped lots and lots of cat toys and Tallulah's Treats and my Tallulah the Cat doll.  We also made boxes of the Mabel's Table Gourmet Food in two different sizes:  Gourmet Week and Gourmet Weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The part of the store that cats like best is the mirror they look in when they're trying on cat clothes.  It looks very Christmassy with tinsel and red and green balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-7254366740542884777?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/7254366740542884777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=7254366740542884777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7254366740542884777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7254366740542884777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/12/decorating-tallulah-cat-store.html' title='Decorating the Tallulah the Cat Store'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SxlxQgznUAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EasJ5ClunxI/s72-c/Decorating+Christmas+store.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-9218736917993895517</id><published>2009-11-17T14:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:11:54.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Store Bulletin Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SwcF-BHTHEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CdsiLWQZlzk/s1600/Cat+Pix+in+Cat+Store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SwcF-BHTHEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CdsiLWQZlzk/s320/Cat+Pix+in+Cat+Store.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406296440690646082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallulah The Cat Store is is so much fun. I love to drop in and watch people buy Tallulah stuff. I especially like it when people bring in their cats and their cats' pictures. It's so cute to watch the little cat faces when they see their little cat faces on the bulletin board.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nigel had a great idea.  Monday is kind of slow at the store, so he brought his camera and took pictures of the cats who came in, and we put them up right away.  Everybody loved it.  Now Nigel is coming in every Monday to take cat pictures.  We may need to get another bulletin board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-9218736917993895517?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/9218736917993895517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=9218736917993895517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/9218736917993895517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/9218736917993895517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/11/cat-store-bulletin-board.html' title='Cat Store Bulletin Board'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SwcF-BHTHEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CdsiLWQZlzk/s72-c/Cat+Pix+in+Cat+Store.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-4833507335949985079</id><published>2009-11-10T14:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:14:37.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tallulah the Cat Has a Facebook Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SwL0PpuepCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4FeUD1nD84M/s1600/Facebook+Page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SwL0PpuepCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4FeUD1nD84M/s320/Facebook+Page.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405151052534031394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making so many new friends, I decided I should have a special Facebook Page, so last night when Mabel was on Facebook I meowed my little head off.  She looked at me, and finally the light bulb went on.  I love Mabel, but she's not very good at the computer thing so she called Nigel and made him come right over to Facebook me!  I want to have a million, zillion friends...and they'll all buy stuff from my Tallulah The Cat Store.  KA-CHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-4833507335949985079?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4833507335949985079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=4833507335949985079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4833507335949985079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4833507335949985079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/11/tallulah-cat-has-facebook-page.html' title='Tallulah the Cat Has a Facebook Page'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SwL0PpuepCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4FeUD1nD84M/s72-c/Facebook+Page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-7165904369002716968</id><published>2009-10-30T11:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:03:34.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cats Are Friends Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SvRWSwiHeNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/a4REoOYh8jI/s1600-h/Cat+Bowls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SvRWSwiHeNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/a4REoOYh8jI/s320/Cat+Bowls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401036733389699282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Mabel and Mrs. G talking about how my friends are avoiding me.  Mrs. G had invited us all to her Penthouse again to play on the terrace and she noticed that Rupert and Alice and Monty kept running away from me.  Jenny has been working on a new recipe for catmint tea and Mabel suggested she make up new bowls for the cats and give a tea party.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon my friends came over and I was a nervous wreck.  What if they ran away from me in my own apartment?  But Jenny laid out a beautiful table cloth and poured her new tea into the new bowls.  Everyone loved their bowls and slurped up the tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the tea, Mabel gave a special gift to everyone but me -- which I thought was totally brilliant.  Rupert and Alice and Monty tore off the wrapping paper and inside were balls with bells inside. They started to play with them while I watched.  After awhile Alice rolled her ball to me and I rolled it back.  Then Rupert rolled his ball to me...and finally, Monty rolled his ball to me, too.  And we were all friends again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-7165904369002716968?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/7165904369002716968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=7165904369002716968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7165904369002716968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7165904369002716968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/10/cats-are-friends-again.html' title='The Cats Are Friends Again'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SvRWSwiHeNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/a4REoOYh8jI/s72-c/Cat+Bowls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-3492338251879612208</id><published>2009-10-30T11:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:24:35.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tallulah the Cat Book Signing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Susgiei5AxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Wa-Yo0_bJnw/s1600-h/Book+Signing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Susgiei5AxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Wa-Yo0_bJnw/s320/Book+Signing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398444355020718866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from my first book signing at  Tallulah the Cat Store and my paw is three times it's normal size from signing all of those books.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pets! Pets! Pets! put ads in the newspapers and on web sites and Mabel and I got there early to get the signing table set up.  Mabel was so worried that nobody would come,  she kept pacing around the store and talking to herself and calling her friends on her cell phone.  Then she looked out the window and almost had a heart attack.  Cats and people were lined up around the block waiting for the store to open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to the cats and Mabel talked to the people.  They were from New York City and New Jersey and Long Island and Connecticut and PARIS and LONDON and even TOKYO!!! It's really lucky that cats have two languages :  &lt;i&gt;cat&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;people --&lt;/i&gt; from wherever they live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Pets! Pets! Pets! should send me on a round-the-world book tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/418962465814504615-3492338251879612208?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3492338251879612208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=3492338251879612208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3492338251879612208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3492338251879612208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/10/tallulah-cat-book-signing.html' title='Tallulah the Cat Book Signing'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Susgiei5AxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Wa-Yo0_bJnw/s72-c/Book+Signing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-7833908493275715999</id><published>2009-10-23T13:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:15:34.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy is So Ugly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SuHIGrNyWwI/AAAAAAAAALw/FtaheWEnpmM/s1600-h/Jealousy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SuHIGrNyWwI/AAAAAAAAALw/FtaheWEnpmM/s320/Jealousy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395813845571885826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a social pariah.  Mrs. G invited us to come and play on her terrace and Rupert and Alice and Monty ganged up on me.  They said my ego is the size of the moon and all I talk about is my store and how famous I am and they're just sick of it.  Then they turned their backs and played with Rupert's new wind-up mouse without me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Monty -- who I thought would love me forever -- said everybody's getting tired of the Tallulah dolls and they should make dolls of him and Alice and Rupert.  Which is really a good idea, but I don't know if Pets! Pets! Pets! will go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so not fair of them.  I share all my toys and let them drive my car and they get all of Jenny's food for free.  Maybe I'll just hang out in my store and make a whole lot of new friends and see how they like that.&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/418962465814504615-7833908493275715999?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/7833908493275715999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=7833908493275715999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7833908493275715999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7833908493275715999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/09/jealousy-is-so-ugly.html' title='Jealousy is So Ugly!'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SuHIGrNyWwI/AAAAAAAAALw/FtaheWEnpmM/s72-c/Jealousy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-916795462953477041</id><published>2009-10-15T15:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:00:00.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats &amp; Girls Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SsOkwzclMbI/AAAAAAAAALo/g_43NlRCIPU/s1600-h/Cats+%26+Girls+Forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SsOkwzclMbI/AAAAAAAAALo/g_43NlRCIPU/s320/Cats+%26+Girls+Forever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387330737616007602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our plan worked perfectly.  Zan rang our bell and when Mabel answered the door, I ran down the hall and scratched on Becky's door.  Zan came after me, while Alice meowed as loud as she could, and when Becky answered the door, I jumped into her arms and Alice jumped into Zan's arms.  After a few seconds, the girls made up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mabel and Alice's mother planned a special tea party for the four of us to celebrate.  They made invitations and Jenny created a special new dish for the cats called Catmandu -- it's a tall mountain of ground pork with a layer of hard boiled egg yolks and a topping of rice.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the girls, Jenny made a new kind of cupcake with tiny nuggets of caramels and bitter chocolate, and she put marshmallow frosting on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was dee-lish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-916795462953477041?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/916795462953477041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=916795462953477041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/916795462953477041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/916795462953477041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/10/cats-girls-forever.html' title='Cats &amp; Girls Forever'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SsOkwzclMbI/AAAAAAAAALo/g_43NlRCIPU/s72-c/Cats+%26+Girls+Forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-5101539449803694398</id><published>2009-10-08T13:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:16:00.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tallulah the Cat and Alice Make a Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SsOce9PHOqI/AAAAAAAAALg/UEfSdFENfsM/s1600-h/Tallulah+%26+Alice+Make+A+Plan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SsOce9PHOqI/AAAAAAAAALg/UEfSdFENfsM/s320/Tallulah+%26+Alice+Make+A+Plan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387321634913204898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice came over for tea and we commiserated about Becky and Zan's fight.  Alice says that Rachel is really stuck up and she's a very bad influence on Becky, who used to be so sweet.  Becky is rude to everyone now and her English accent suddenly got very strong like she's some kind of royalty.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice doesn't know what to do, but I had an idea.  Mabel invited Zan to come and play with me tomorrow.  Rachel has to go to the orthodontist so she won't be at Becky's house.  I told Alice that when Zan rings our bell, I'll run out into the hall and scratch on Becky's door.  Then Alice will scratch on the other side of the door and we'll meow very loudly until Becky opens the door.  I'll jump into Becky's arms and Alice will jump into Zan's arms and the girls will have to talk to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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/418962465814504615-5101539449803694398?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5101539449803694398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=5101539449803694398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/5101539449803694398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/5101539449803694398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/10/tallulah-cat-and-alice-make-plan.html' title='Tallulah the Cat and Alice Make a Plan'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SsOce9PHOqI/AAAAAAAAALg/UEfSdFENfsM/s72-c/Tallulah+%26+Alice+Make+A+Plan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-3126460656207437646</id><published>2009-10-01T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:00:03.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky &amp; Zan are Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SsObO0hquvI/AAAAAAAAALY/KtJsnR4NVlo/s1600-h/Becky+%26+Zan+Are+Fighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SsObO0hquvI/AAAAAAAAALY/KtJsnR4NVlo/s320/Becky+%26+Zan+Are+Fighting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387320258185575154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky and Zan had a big fight and now they're not speaking to each other.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new girl named Rachel just moved to New York from London and she knows Becky's cousins, so now Becky and Rachel go everywhere together and Zan feels left out.  And I feel left out too because Rachel has no interest in me when she comes to play with Becky -- I can't imagine why not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Alice plays by herself and I play by myself and Zan mopes around her apartment, according to Mabel who is friends with Zan's parents.  Life is very boring and I'm going to have to do something about it.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-3126460656207437646?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3126460656207437646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=3126460656207437646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3126460656207437646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3126460656207437646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/10/becky-zan-are-fighting.html' title='Becky &amp; Zan are Fighting'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SsObO0hquvI/AAAAAAAAALY/KtJsnR4NVlo/s72-c/Becky+%26+Zan+Are+Fighting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-2605582874243666283</id><published>2009-09-25T19:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:00:00.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Day of Tallulah the Cat Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Srz3ceyyFaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ikGtHfDGjDo/s1600-h/Cat+Store+Opens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Srz3ceyyFaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ikGtHfDGjDo/s320/Cat+Store+Opens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385451323102729634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tallulah the Cat Store opened at 10 o'clock and by noon there were cats and humans lined up around the block.  They bought so many things I was afraid we would run out, but Pets! Pets! Pets! was totally ready.  They had blogged and twittered and advertised and they had a basement full of products to sell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jenny gave out hundreds of tastes of Mabel's Table Gourmet Food for Cats and Kittens, Tallulah's Treats and her very own Jenny's Fish Tea.  Some of the cats loved the food so much they licked Jenny's hand to thank her.  She's already talking about new foods to add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Becky and Zan and Charlie came after school and they brought lots of friends.  They especially loved the bulletin board and promised to come by soon with pictures of their pets.  The dog people asked if they could bring pictures, too, and Mabel said the more the merrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:26px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I have to go to sleep right now because we have to be up extra early to watch The Morning Wake Up Show.  They came to the opening with the hosts and they're doing a whole segment on my store in the morning.  I just love being famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:26px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/418962465814504615-2605582874243666283?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/2605582874243666283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=2605582874243666283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2605582874243666283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2605582874243666283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/09/opening-day-of-tallulah-cat-store.html' title='Opening Day of Tallulah the Cat Store'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Srz3ceyyFaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ikGtHfDGjDo/s72-c/Cat+Store+Opens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6540743470332879166</id><published>2009-09-23T14:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:10:00.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tallulah The Cat Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SrexmqKw7fI/AAAAAAAAALI/m8tgQ16KBsI/s1600-h/Tallulah+Doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SrexmqKw7fI/AAAAAAAAALI/m8tgQ16KBsI/s320/Tallulah+Doll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383967157257301490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diana said she was going to bring over a bunch of stuffed cat samples for us to look at.  I really thought that Pets! Pets! Pets! should make a Tallulah cat.  Who wouldn't want a stuffed cat that looks like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She walked into the store with a big box that was gift wrapped within an inch of its life and she put it on the floor so I could tear off the wrapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG  they made a Tallulah doll.  She looks just like me and there are different outfits for her.  Mabel must have let them into my closet when I was having a play date.  They have me in my tutu, and my bikini, and my Chanel cape that I wear to the ballet.  I'm so excited I can hardly wait to tell all my friends.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-6540743470332879166?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6540743470332879166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6540743470332879166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6540743470332879166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6540743470332879166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/09/tallulah-cat-doll.html' title='Tallulah The Cat Doll'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SrexmqKw7fI/AAAAAAAAALI/m8tgQ16KBsI/s72-c/Tallulah+Doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-4088073215613182605</id><published>2009-09-21T12:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:59:06.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tallulah The Cat Store Bulletin Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SrewhdmpEDI/AAAAAAAAALA/CO7TAYdVkY0/s1600-h/Bulletin+Board+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 76px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SrewhdmpEDI/AAAAAAAAALA/CO7TAYdVkY0/s320/Bulletin+Board+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383965968473591858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. G came to the store with Rupert and she had the best idea. We're going to have a bulletin  board so humans can bring in pictures of their cats.  Mrs. G gave us one of Rupert and me rolling around in the catnip.  Mabel said she has hundreds of pictures of me, of course, and that she'd ask Becky and Larry Lewis for pictures of Alice and Monty.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky had the cutest picture of Alice and me on a bicycle for two cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I didn't think Larry Lewis was the picture-taking type, and I was right, of course.  Mabel pulled out our pictures and she was going with Monty just sitting there looking like a cat -- totally boring, so I kept pushing the one of Monty and me on our scooters which is much more exciting.  She finally went with my choice.  Sometimes, humans are so slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-4088073215613182605?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4088073215613182605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=4088073215613182605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4088073215613182605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4088073215613182605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/09/tallulah-cat-store-bulletin-board.html' title='Tallulah The Cat Store Bulletin Board'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SrewhdmpEDI/AAAAAAAAALA/CO7TAYdVkY0/s72-c/Bulletin+Board+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-1447764169520990937</id><published>2009-09-12T13:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:00:16.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating My Tallulah the Cat Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SqlNKSp9jFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bWEC4eFUbEU/s1600-h/Decorating+Store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SqlNKSp9jFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bWEC4eFUbEU/s320/Decorating+Store.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379916069072637010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're working away on my pop-up store.  First the walls were going to be pink...then they switched to green...and now they're trying aquamarine.  I like aquamarine because it looks like the stone in one my favorite of Mrs. G's rings.  Maybe she'll wear it to the opening -- unless they change their minds again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They also started to put our food on the shelves.  Mabel and Diana put all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;MABEL'S TABLE FOR CATS &amp;amp; KITTENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in the most prominent place, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;TALLULAH'S TREATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were off to the side.  Well, I just pushed those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MABEL'S TABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cans right off the shelves.  I had to do it three times before they got the message, but they finally realized that the store is about me -- Tallulah.  Pets! Pets! Pets! may be the money, but they wouldn't be here without &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&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/418962465814504615-1447764169520990937?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1447764169520990937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=1447764169520990937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1447764169520990937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1447764169520990937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/09/decorating-my-store.html' title='Decorating My Tallulah the Cat Store'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SqlNKSp9jFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bWEC4eFUbEU/s72-c/Decorating+Store.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-7861046681062040734</id><published>2009-09-09T13:15:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:30:44.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop-Up Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SqfyBqDUXYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/aLn7tQyG1BE/s1600-h/Pop+Up+Store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SqfyBqDUXYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/aLn7tQyG1BE/s320/Pop+Up+Store.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379534390199344514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pets! Pets! Pets! wants to open a pop up store that will be a laboratory to try out new products....along with our gourmet cat food, of course.  They found an empty boutique right around the corner from 997 Fifth Avenue, where we live, and Mabel and I just came home from looking at it.  The store didn't look like much to me, but Mabel said it has possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;While we were looking in the window, a cute dog came along and we kind of checked each other out.  He told me his name is Max and he lives in the neighborhood.  I sort of hoped Mabel would talk to Max's human and maybe we could have a play date, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mabel can be so paranoid sometimes -- she's probably worried that Max's human is trying to rent the store out from under us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;Right now Mabel is on the phone with Diana at Pets! Pets! Pets! talking about decorating and products and all kinds of things.  It's just too exhausting....I think I'll take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:26px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);  font-weight: bold;font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/418962465814504615-7861046681062040734?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/7861046681062040734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=7861046681062040734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7861046681062040734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7861046681062040734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/09/pop-up-store.html' title='Pop-Up Store'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SqfyBqDUXYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/aLn7tQyG1BE/s72-c/Pop+Up+Store.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-8022214271323792521</id><published>2009-08-31T15:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:00:00.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Hamptons With Al</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Soxj5bxt_PI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NNWxp933U3k/s1600-h/On+the+Beach+With+Al.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Soxj5bxt_PI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NNWxp933U3k/s320/On+the+Beach+With+Al.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371778293906144498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Countess called on Thursday to say we should come to the beach right away and stay until Labor Day.  It's lucky we had so many outfits planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that her dog, Alexander The Great, is actually tiny.  He’s even smaller than I am and that long name is just ridiculous, so  I call him Al. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having the best time going to the beach and having barbeques with ribs and lobster…dee-lish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I hope Al and I can see each other in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-8022214271323792521?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/8022214271323792521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=8022214271323792521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8022214271323792521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8022214271323792521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-hamptons-with-al.html' title='In The Hamptons With Al'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Soxj5bxt_PI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NNWxp933U3k/s72-c/On+the+Beach+With+Al.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-96899264647396319</id><published>2009-08-25T16:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:38:00.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing for the Hamptons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoxjdYeaL6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/p7SoaDPvxaU/s1600-h/Packing+for+the+Hamptons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoxjdYeaL6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/p7SoaDPvxaU/s320/Packing+for+the+Hamptons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371777811983511458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mabel’s friend, The Countess, has invited us for Labor Day Weekend.  She has a dog named Alexander The Great who she talks about all the time.  I’ve never had a dog for a friend and I’m not too sure I’m going to like him….Besides, what kind of name is Alexander The Great? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile, Mabel has been going through our closets to choose our outfits.  If I have to try on another thing, I’ll have a fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-96899264647396319?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/96899264647396319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=96899264647396319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/96899264647396319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/96899264647396319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/packing-for-hamptons.html' title='Packing for the Hamptons'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoxjdYeaL6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/p7SoaDPvxaU/s72-c/Packing+for+the+Hamptons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6475117433622029387</id><published>2009-08-23T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:00:01.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky Comes Home from Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoxiNcMKCZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/20I7yfPZ-k0/s1600-h/Becky+Home+from+Camp+email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoxiNcMKCZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/20I7yfPZ-k0/s320/Becky+Home+from+Camp+email.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371776438591162770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Becky has been in camp in the Adirondacks for weeks and weeks, and Alice would have been devastated if I hadn’t appeared on the scene.  As soon as we heard Becky come out of the elevator, we ran to meet her.  She looked so cute in her camp uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wonder if there’s a camp in the Adirondacks for cats.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-6475117433622029387?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6475117433622029387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6475117433622029387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6475117433622029387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6475117433622029387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/becky-comes-home-from-camp.html' title='Becky Comes Home from Camp'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoxiNcMKCZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/20I7yfPZ-k0/s72-c/Becky+Home+from+Camp+email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-3373540289386033001</id><published>2009-08-21T10:33:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:33:00.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Thing Does Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SorGZCG_hbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/22nOwIhjJvM/s1600-h/Miss+Thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SorGZCG_hbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/22nOwIhjJvM/s320/Miss+Thing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371323638957966770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love Nigel’s house in The Pines.  He has two decks and a swimming pool and best of all he has Miss Thing, who cooks and cleans and does everything around the house including vacuuming…he even vacuumed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt; and I absolutely loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Thing made me an umbrella drink that tasted like catnip…dee-lish! I hope I get invited back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-3373540289386033001?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3373540289386033001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=3373540289386033001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3373540289386033001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3373540289386033001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-thing-does-everything.html' title='Miss Thing Does Everything'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SorGZCG_hbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/22nOwIhjJvM/s72-c/Miss+Thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-512426187297591954</id><published>2009-08-18T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:44:20.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Island Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoMFl1ndnbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2Fwx6p1t0Zk/s1600-h/Fire+Island+Weekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoMFl1ndnbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2Fwx6p1t0Zk/s320/Fire+Island+Weekend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369141328361659826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Nigel invited us to his house at The Pines on Fire Island.   There are no cars,  so everyone uses a wagon to bring stuff everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Nigel had already picked up groceries, so he added our suitcases and a new fishing rod we brought him for a present .  I sat on top of everything, pretending I was the Queen of The Boardwalk…and thinking of the fish Nigel was going to catch for our dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-512426187297591954?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/512426187297591954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=512426187297591954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/512426187297591954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/512426187297591954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/fire-island-weekend.html' title='Fire Island Weekend'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoMFl1ndnbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2Fwx6p1t0Zk/s72-c/Fire+Island+Weekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-3596365155087015384</id><published>2009-08-14T12:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:14:00.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mousing in Mrs. G’s Attic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoRYmnVbjOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MV28L1rFUUo/s1600-h/Mousing+at+Mrs+G%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoRYmnVbjOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MV28L1rFUUo/s320/Mousing+at+Mrs+G%27s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369514076149615842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last night we went mousing in one of Mrs. G’s attics.  Rupert was excellent at catching mice – he had been doing it since he was a kitten.  I had done my share in the basement of the gourmet shop before I came to live with Mabel.  But Monty had never seen a mouse in his life, and he was very nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Don’t worry,” Rupert said, “mousing is instinctive to cats.”   I don’t know how Rupert knows these things…he’s a lot smarter than he looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; As we started up the stairs, Monty saw a mouse peeking out of the wall.  I don’t know who was more surprised, but Monty rose to the occasion and pounced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-3596365155087015384?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3596365155087015384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=3596365155087015384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3596365155087015384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3596365155087015384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/mousing-in-mrs-gs-attic.html' title='Mousing in Mrs. G’s Attic'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoRYmnVbjOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MV28L1rFUUo/s72-c/Mousing+at+Mrs+G%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6446456925533465861</id><published>2009-08-11T17:19:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:12:37.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Hate Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoHg38jGIII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aoO-0cp-eMY/s1600-h/Boys+Hate+Water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoHg38jGIII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aoO-0cp-eMY/s320/Boys+Hate+Water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368819482553098370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mrs. G invited Mabel and me to her country house for the week-end.   Monty had arrived the week before and was staying for another week because Larry Lewis was on safari in Africa and he didn’t want Monty to be lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Times-Bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;There’s a beautiful pool and I sat in the floating chair, which has a special place for a drink.  I invited the boys into the pool, but after dipping in their paws, they jumped back and ran away.   I just drank my fish tea which had a little umbrella floating in it.  I thought the water was divin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-6446456925533465861?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6446456925533465861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6446456925533465861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6446456925533465861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6446456925533465861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/boys-hate-water.html' title='Boys Hate Water'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SoHg38jGIII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aoO-0cp-eMY/s72-c/Boys+Hate+Water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-8930542085003256495</id><published>2009-08-06T12:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:36:57.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Dreams:  Cats Have Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SnsGI45O73I/AAAAAAAAAII/542tsEGbPHQ/s1600-h/Cats+Have+Talent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SnsGI45O73I/AAAAAAAAAII/542tsEGbPHQ/s320/Cats+Have+Talent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366890130723237746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mabel has gotten into the talent reality shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&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-size:medium;"&gt;They’re a little too people oriented for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;…but last night I dreamed there was a show for cats and there I was walking on a tightrope with an umbrella and Rupert was on his unicycle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&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-size:medium;"&gt;I woke up before the winner was announced, but I can’t believe any cats could beat us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&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-size:medium;"&gt;We were totally fabulous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-8930542085003256495?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/8930542085003256495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=8930542085003256495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8930542085003256495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8930542085003256495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/08/tv-dreams-cats-have-talent.html' title='TV Dreams:  Cats Have Talent'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SnsGI45O73I/AAAAAAAAAII/542tsEGbPHQ/s72-c/Cats+Have+Talent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6583199358925698509</id><published>2009-07-31T09:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:15:00.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Dreams: Veterinary Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SnBqdCb48iI/AAAAAAAAAIA/avAD1Yb066c/s1600-h/Veterinary+Hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SnBqdCb48iI/AAAAAAAAAIA/avAD1Yb066c/s320/Veterinary+Hospital.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904203300860450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I dreamed I was a doctor on a television show called “Veterinary Hospital.”  Rupert came into the ER with a broken leg and lots of bruises…I think they call them contusions…anyway it sounds medical.  Alice was the nurse and Mrs. G was frantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-6583199358925698509?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6583199358925698509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6583199358925698509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6583199358925698509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6583199358925698509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/tv-dreams-veterinary-hospital.html' title='TV Dreams: Veterinary Hospital'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SnBqdCb48iI/AAAAAAAAAIA/avAD1Yb066c/s72-c/Veterinary+Hospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-2352221799849383886</id><published>2009-07-29T09:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:30:05.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Dreams: Paw and Order, Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sm73tiH4jmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Rm7XgRM7SDg/s1600-h/Paw+%26+Order+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sm73tiH4jmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Rm7XgRM7SDg/s320/Paw+%26+Order+II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363496567870885474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia-Bold,-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I dropped off to sleep very early last night and there I was in a courtroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&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-size:medium;"&gt;Rupert was on trial for stealing a lamb chop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&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-size:medium;"&gt;I was his lawyer and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&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-size:medium;"&gt;Alice was the judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&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-size:medium;"&gt;I wonder if you can get an Emmy for starring in a dream.&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/418962465814504615-2352221799849383886?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/2352221799849383886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=2352221799849383886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2352221799849383886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2352221799849383886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/tv-dreams-paw-and-order-part-ii.html' title='TV Dreams: Paw and Order, Part II'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sm73tiH4jmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Rm7XgRM7SDg/s72-c/Paw+%26+Order+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-281640505956543929</id><published>2009-07-27T14:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:49:32.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Dreams: Paw and Order, Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sm32P2DmpaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3_g1kF70jb4/s1600-h/Paw+%26+Order+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sm32P2DmpaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3_g1kF70jb4/s320/Paw+%26+Order+I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363213483337229730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’ve been having the oddest dreams lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My friends and I watch a lot tv – but definitely not those trashy soaps like “Strays of Our Lives” and “All My Kittens”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&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:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In this dream we were in a police station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was the Captain, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Monty was one of my men and he looked sooo cute in his uniform with his badge and his gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And Rupert was the perp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&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:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’m going to sleep really early tonight to find out what happens next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-281640505956543929?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/281640505956543929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=281640505956543929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/281640505956543929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/281640505956543929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/tv-dreams-paw-and-order-part-i.html' title='TV Dreams: Paw and Order, Part I'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sm32P2DmpaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3_g1kF70jb4/s72-c/Paw+%26+Order+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-48734574479485505</id><published>2009-07-24T12:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:00:02.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitty Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SmYVefroJAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tJoR9QyQlKA/s1600-h/Kitty+Pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SmYVefroJAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tJoR9QyQlKA/s320/Kitty+Pool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360996020075897858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia-Bold, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia-Bold, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice and Becky invited me to the beach for the week-end. Their house is near the ocean, but Becky says it’s too hard for a cat to swim in the waves, so her parents got a special swimming pool just for us. It was the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;purrrrfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; place to spend a hot summer day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Becky’s mother made fish iced tea and we had catnip cookies that Mabel had packed for a house gift.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-48734574479485505?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/48734574479485505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=48734574479485505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/48734574479485505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/48734574479485505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/kitty-pool.html' title='The Kitty Pool'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SmYVefroJAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tJoR9QyQlKA/s72-c/Kitty+Pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-4123526154158783838</id><published>2009-07-22T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:00:00.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats on Wheels:  Tallulah &amp; Rupert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sl-W81VzheI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PhxA9Ewr99U/s1600-h/Cats+Wheels+Rollerblades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sl-W81VzheI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PhxA9Ewr99U/s320/Cats+Wheels+Rollerblades.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359168053449033186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rupert is so clumsy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were roller blading in the park…or I was roller blading and trying to teach Rupert what to do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said, “Hold on and do what I do.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did he listen to me?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NO…he just let go of my dress and fell right on his back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucky I’m so graceful or I would have been right next to him…on the ground…skates up in the air.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-4123526154158783838?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4123526154158783838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=4123526154158783838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4123526154158783838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4123526154158783838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/cats-on-wheels-tallulah-rupert_22.html' title='Cats on Wheels:  Tallulah &amp; Rupert'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sl-W81VzheI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PhxA9Ewr99U/s72-c/Cats+Wheels+Rollerblades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-4333454324266368568</id><published>2009-07-19T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:00:00.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats on Wheels:  Tallulah &amp; Monty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sl-VS2sHEKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPVtgf7hl6w/s1600-h/Cats+Wheels+Scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sl-VS2sHEKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPVtgf7hl6w/s320/Cats+Wheels+Scooter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359166232744890530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larry Lewis got Monty a razor for his birthday…not the shaving kind…a scooter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Monty is a natural athlete so he just took off and flew down the paths in Central Park.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mabel got me a scooter so I could have a play date in Central Park with Monty.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very scary, but I pretended I knew what I was doing, and after awhile I was almost as good as Monty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-4333454324266368568?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4333454324266368568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=4333454324266368568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4333454324266368568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4333454324266368568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/cats-on-wheels-tallulah-monty.html' title='Cats on Wheels:  Tallulah &amp; Monty'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sl-VS2sHEKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KPVtgf7hl6w/s72-c/Cats+Wheels+Scooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-2507814630769518494</id><published>2009-07-16T14:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:10:21.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats on Wheels:  Tallulah &amp; Alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sl929VvWHeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cwRb170vbp8/s1600-h/Cats+Wheels+Tandem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sl929VvWHeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cwRb170vbp8/s320/Cats+Wheels+Tandem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359132877774003682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was a beautiful day for a bike ride and Mabel rented a tandem bike for Alice and me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, Alice is so tiny her paws didn’t reach the pedals, so I had to do all the work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone kept saying how adorable we were, and lots of people took our picture.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a reporter from NY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:20.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; and she interviewed Mabel and told us to watch tonight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope nobody famous does something to take our spot on the News…I love being on television!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-2507814630769518494?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/2507814630769518494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=2507814630769518494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2507814630769518494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2507814630769518494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/cats-on-wheels-tallulah-rupert.html' title='Cats on Wheels:  Tallulah &amp; Alice'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sl929VvWHeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cwRb170vbp8/s72-c/Cats+Wheels+Tandem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-1175483089792359778</id><published>2009-07-08T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:42:27.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mabel Gets Into Ceramics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Skyuz79l_VI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rktowOO-k6o/s1600-h/Mabel+Gets+Into+Ceramics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Skyuz79l_VI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rktowOO-k6o/s320/Mabel+Gets+Into+Ceramics.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353846264329272658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if she doesn't have enough to do, Mabel signed up for a ceramics class.  She took me with her when she was checking it out, and between you and me, I'm not sure if she's taking the class because she likes ceramics or because the teacher is really hot!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first project is to pour clay into a mold for a bowl and then to decorate the bowl.  Well...being Mabel, she made four bowls when everybody else made one.  She's busy in her room making drawings of her decorations.  Since there are four bowls, I think she's making them for the Cat Advisory Board -- that's me and Alice and Monty and Rupert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my bowl is pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-1175483089792359778?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1175483089792359778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=1175483089792359778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1175483089792359778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1175483089792359778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/mabel-gets-into-ceramics.html' title='Mabel Gets Into Ceramics'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Skyuz79l_VI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rktowOO-k6o/s72-c/Mabel+Gets+Into+Ceramics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-4239260353936540296</id><published>2009-07-01T10:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:08:03.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Medley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SkyqyAKA91I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ug_hT1TtQKU/s1600-h/Chicken+Medley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SkyqyAKA91I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ug_hT1TtQKU/s320/Chicken+Medley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353841833048864594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer finally got here and Jenny is making new dishes for me.  Today I had Chicken Medley.  I thought she said Chicken Melody and she was going to sing while she cooked, but then Mabel said, "What a great idea, Jenny.  You have a whole medley of colors and tastes going on."  So I guess it means kind of a mixture.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken Medley looks very pretty in my bowl.  The chicken is white, the peas and squash are green,  and the carrots are orange -- Deelish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-4239260353936540296?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4239260353936540296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=4239260353936540296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4239260353936540296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4239260353936540296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicken-medley.html' title='Chicken Medley'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SkyqyAKA91I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ug_hT1TtQKU/s72-c/Chicken+Medley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6888274286209139763</id><published>2009-06-26T16:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:43:49.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carousel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SkKPW4tjkXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xo3KlonU6jQ/s1600-h/Bryant+Park+Carousel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SkKPW4tjkXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xo3KlonU6jQ/s320/Bryant+Park+Carousel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350996930612924786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bryant Park instead of Central Park.  I rode on the rabbit with Zan and Alice rode on the frog with Becky.  Then we all rode on horses.  Then we switched and I rode on the rabbit and Alice rode on the frog. Then Alice and Becky and I rode inside a cat and Zan rode on a horse. We kept going around and around and around over and over.  Then we sat on the lawn and had a picnic that Jenny made:  sandwiches for the girls and fish cookies for the cats -- Dee-lish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-6888274286209139763?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6888274286209139763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6888274286209139763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6888274286209139763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6888274286209139763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/carousel.html' title='The Carousel'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SkKPW4tjkXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xo3KlonU6jQ/s72-c/Bryant+Park+Carousel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-2098964867054279853</id><published>2009-06-23T14:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:04:47.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books of Wonder &amp; The Cupcake Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SkEi2JWbcqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/naP3sDNB5CU/s1600-h/Cupcake+Cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SkEi2JWbcqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/naP3sDNB5CU/s320/Cupcake+Cafe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350596145911132834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Zan and Becky love going to Books of Wonder.  It's the best bookstore for children's books and they have The Cupcake Cafe right in the store.  They have beautiful cupcakes and cookies and the girls love them, but unfortunately they're not for cats.  They also have three huge dancing cupcakes on display and they turn back and forth -- you have to go there and see it -- right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;The girls had cupcakes and Zan read me a story.  She also brought one of Jenny's fish cookies for me to eat.  I wish they had Tallulah's Treats so every cat could eat them when they go to Books of Wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-2098964867054279853?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/2098964867054279853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=2098964867054279853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2098964867054279853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2098964867054279853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/books-of-wonder-cupcake-cafe_23.html' title='Books of Wonder &amp; The Cupcake Cafe'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SkEi2JWbcqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/naP3sDNB5CU/s72-c/Cupcake+Cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-690905549254172816</id><published>2009-06-17T11:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:52:26.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arranging Our Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjkQ2qZKGMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2TOUxc3GS2M/s1600-h/Arranging+Our+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjkQ2qZKGMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2TOUxc3GS2M/s320/Arranging+Our+Day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348324563757963458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel and I like to start the day having breakfast in the kitchen.  Today, Jenny made blueberry muffins for Mabel and she gussied up a leftover of steamed halibut with tiny bacon nuggets for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;...dee-lish.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Mabel is going to the Metropolitan Museum with the Countess and since school is out, Becky and Zan are taking Alice and me to Central Park.  I heard them talking about a big surprise for us -- I hope I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-690905549254172816?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/690905549254172816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=690905549254172816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/690905549254172816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/690905549254172816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/arranging-our-day.html' title='Arranging Our Day'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjkQ2qZKGMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2TOUxc3GS2M/s72-c/Arranging+Our+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6225675726617536559</id><published>2009-06-15T15:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:10:00.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Kites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjAFa_4_t4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/eK9SHkLZJ6w/s1600-h/Cat+Kites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjAFa_4_t4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/eK9SHkLZJ6w/s320/Cat+Kites.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345778719074006914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0px;"&gt;Mrs. G took pictures of us watching Charlie fly his fish kite and she sent them to Mabel.  Mabel said if fish could fly then cats could too, and she went right out and bought four kites.  Then she called Nigel and asked him to paint a picture of each of us on a kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love watching ourselves flying up over New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-6225675726617536559?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6225675726617536559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6225675726617536559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6225675726617536559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6225675726617536559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/cat-kites.html' title='Cat Kites'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjAFa_4_t4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/eK9SHkLZJ6w/s72-c/Cat+Kites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-187247753275649633</id><published>2009-06-13T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:00:00.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstage at the Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjEsP4QWMBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HA8iM9RLr6M/s1600-h/Backstage+At+the+Ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjEsP4QWMBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HA8iM9RLr6M/s320/Backstage+At+the+Ballet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346102883976097810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the ballet to see the farewell season of a famous Russian ballerina with a very long name that I can't pronounce.  Mabel has known her forever so we went backstage, of course.  There was champagne and food and they had a plate of caviar on a little table just for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.  That night I had my ballerina dream...the one where I wear a beautiful pink tutu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-187247753275649633?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/187247753275649633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=187247753275649633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/187247753275649633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/187247753275649633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/backstage-at-ballet.html' title='Backstage at the Ballet'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjEsP4QWMBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HA8iM9RLr6M/s72-c/Backstage+At+the+Ballet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-5646823481004006338</id><published>2009-06-11T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:47:30.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating the Cookie Batter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjFCr1o4Q2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/YsQJwKUTK28/s1600-h/Eating+the+Cake+Batter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjFCr1o4Q2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/YsQJwKUTK28/s320/Eating+the+Cake+Batter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346127553565836130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny decided to make a new version of catnip cookies for Tallulah's Treats and Rupert and I went into the kitchen to see if we could help.  She gave us each a tiny taste of the batter to see if we liked it.  It was dee-lish.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the phone rang and while Jenny was talking, Rupert and I decided to have another taste...and one taste led to another...and another...and a big scolding from Jenny, who had to make more batter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-5646823481004006338?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5646823481004006338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=5646823481004006338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/5646823481004006338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/5646823481004006338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/eating-cookie-batter.html' title='Eating the Cookie Batter'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SjFCr1o4Q2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/YsQJwKUTK28/s72-c/Eating+the+Cake+Batter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-3424673292856074036</id><published>2009-06-10T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:13:40.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying A Kite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Si6GOuiS82I/AAAAAAAAAFo/k5JzrNUBWyE/s1600-h/Fish+Kite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Si6GOuiS82I/AAAAAAAAAFo/k5JzrNUBWyE/s320/Fish+Kite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345357395303527266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the best ever time at Mrs. G's penthouse.  Charlie brought his fish kite and everyone was there -- Alice and Becky, Monty and Charlie, Rupert and Mrs. G, and Zan and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actually, Zan has sort of become my step-human since Mabel is always so busy being social -- not that I mind because I absolutely love Mabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We liked watching the kite flying all over the sky, but the best part was the string -- we fought over it and got tangled in it and Rupert was totally wrapped up in it.  Charlie was a little frustrated, but Mrs. G brought out cookies -- fish for us and chocolate chip for the humans and Charlie was so busy stuffing his cute little face, he forgot to be annoyed at us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-3424673292856074036?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3424673292856074036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=3424673292856074036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3424673292856074036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3424673292856074036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/flying-kite.html' title='Flying A Kite'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Si6GOuiS82I/AAAAAAAAAFo/k5JzrNUBWyE/s72-c/Fish+Kite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-7928288310064680995</id><published>2009-06-07T15:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:56:34.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Joins the Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Si6ETEnZ1BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R8s6hZlRUCk/s1600-h/Charlie+Meets+Monty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Si6ETEnZ1BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R8s6hZlRUCk/s320/Charlie+Meets+Monty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345355270926750738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you believe people are actually allergic to cats?  First Zan's mother and now Charlie's.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I met Charlie at Larry Lewis' today when I was visiting Monty.  Charlie is  Larry Lewis's nephew and he moved to New York last month.  He plans to visit very often because he loves cats and he's crazy about Monty.  Since Larry Lewis works night and day it seems, Monty will have a human to play with.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wonder if Becky and Zan will like Charlie....OMG I hope they don't get into a fight over him like Mabel's friends Muffin and The Countess who are fighting over some guy named  Archibald.  But that's a whole other story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-7928288310064680995?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/7928288310064680995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=7928288310064680995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7928288310064680995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7928288310064680995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/05/charlie-joins-group.html' title='Charlie Joins the Group'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Si6ETEnZ1BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R8s6hZlRUCk/s72-c/Charlie+Meets+Monty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-5276345721559496192</id><published>2009-06-02T12:31:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:00:20.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TALLULAH'S TREATS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SibWPu4AsjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vWrxoJeFwkI/s1600-h/Tallulah%27s+Treats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SibWPu4AsjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vWrxoJeFwkI/s320/Tallulah%27s+Treats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343193573691011634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY -- MY VERY OWN NAME ON THE LABEL!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of my friends were so happy with Jenny's fish cookies that they couldn't stop eating them, so Mabel called Diana at Pets! Pets! Pets! and told her all about it.  Diana was very excited and she asked us to come to her office to look at the designs for the packaging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love going to the Pets! Pets! Pets! office.  They make such a big fuss over me.  First they gave us the sales reports for Mabel's Table.  Sales get bigger every month, and the #1 seller is Calves Liver &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Bacon Nuggets, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were three different packages to choose from and they all said Tallulah's Treats from Mabel's Table:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*   A cellophane bag tied with a pink ribbon -- my color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*   A square box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*   A round canister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose the canister because when I knocked it over,  the cookies made noises.  Now every cat who has a smart enough human to buy Tallulah's Treats can knock over the canister and push it around to let the human know it's time for a fish cookie...or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-5276345721559496192?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5276345721559496192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=5276345721559496192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/5276345721559496192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/5276345721559496192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/06/tallulahs-treats.html' title='TALLULAH&apos;S TREATS!'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SibWPu4AsjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vWrxoJeFwkI/s72-c/Tallulah%27s+Treats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-3218321182360681240</id><published>2009-05-30T15:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:30:00.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zan's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sh9hiDzuqUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gnN5vq7P1ok/s1600-h/Zan%27s+Birthday+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sh9hiDzuqUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gnN5vq7P1ok/s320/Zan%27s+Birthday+Party.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341094920850417986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zan loved my book so much, she got her mother to buy copies of it to give to all the girls whom she invited to her birthday party.  There were 17 all together, including Zan and Becky...and she asked me to make a personal appearance at the party to autograph the books.  I know the girls will tell all of their friends about me and soon I'll be famous in their school.  I love being famous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-3218321182360681240?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3218321182360681240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=3218321182360681240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3218321182360681240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3218321182360681240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/05/zans-birthday-party.html' title='Zan&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sh9hiDzuqUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gnN5vq7P1ok/s72-c/Zan%27s+Birthday+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6424119033099143929</id><published>2009-05-26T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:33:07.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raiding the Cookie Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShwZTVXm1mI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AkjmKLc8GOU/s1600-h/Raiding+the+Cookie+Jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShwZTVXm1mI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AkjmKLc8GOU/s320/Raiding+the+Cookie+Jar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340171078098933346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I batted Lillian's special pocket, and then I scratched around until I made a little hole and got out some catnip...Dee-lish!  After awhile I was so hungry I walked into the kitchen looking for a snack.  There was nothing out...bummer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered that Jenny kept some fish cookies in a special cookie jar just for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.   I jumped up on the counter to get some, but the cover was on the jar and I knew Mabel would kill me if I knocked it off and broke it...double bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my inner genius kicked in.  I pulled on the paper towels until I had a paper towel pillow on the counter next to the cookie jar.  I nudged the cover off the jar and it had a perfect landing. Getting a cookie out was easy because the jar was full up to the top.  Dee-lish!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if I could only get Jenny to make Mrs. G's catnip cookies next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/418962465814504615-6424119033099143929?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6424119033099143929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6424119033099143929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6424119033099143929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6424119033099143929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/05/raiding-cookie-jar.html' title='Raiding the Cookie Jar'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShwZTVXm1mI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AkjmKLc8GOU/s72-c/Raiding+the+Cookie+Jar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6666247235201208010</id><published>2009-05-24T15:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:00:00.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Catnip Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShWy0Y0L7EI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fv3PV_31gF8/s1600-h/Catnip+Doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShWy0Y0L7EI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fv3PV_31gF8/s320/Catnip+Doll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338369546401868866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. G was so happy that we LOVED her catnip that she decided to have a catnip party for Rupert and Alice and Monty and me.  She made catnip tea and catnip cookies and she gave each of us a present to take home.  They were the most ingenious little people dolls and they had catnip sewed into their pockets.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm calling my person  Lillian after the lady who lives across the hall from us.  She's a million years old and she thinks she's better than everyone just because she used to be famous for something. Whenever she sees me she sniffs as if she's allergic.  Allergic my eye --now I can bat her around all day long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-6666247235201208010?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6666247235201208010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6666247235201208010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6666247235201208010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6666247235201208010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/05/catnip-dolls.html' title='The Catnip Dolls'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShWy0Y0L7EI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fv3PV_31gF8/s72-c/Catnip+Doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-8170877449464085823</id><published>2009-05-23T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:00:00.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zan Reads My Memoirs to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShQ3WhyclhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YEHVlPK-xBc/s1600-h/Zan+Reads+to+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShQ3WhyclhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YEHVlPK-xBc/s320/Zan+Reads+to+Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337952318507488786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zan came downstairs to see me today.  Her parents were at work, Becky had a dentist appointment and Zan was lonely so she called to see if she could come over and play with me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had just gotten a new box of my book, "Tallulah:  Memoirs of a Business Cat" and Zan read it out loud to me.  I just love hearing my memoirs -- I could listen to them every day.  When it was time for her to go home, she said she was going to get her mother to buy her a copy of my book, but Mabel said we would give her one for a present, and I autographed it with my paw print, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-8170877449464085823?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/8170877449464085823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=8170877449464085823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8170877449464085823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8170877449464085823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/05/zan-reads-my-memoirs-to-me.html' title='Zan Reads My Memoirs to Me'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShQ3WhyclhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YEHVlPK-xBc/s72-c/Zan+Reads+to+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-7764906855360735309</id><published>2009-05-21T12:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:23:54.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling in Catnip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShL6aNPE96I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y5TT9AGSmcE/s1600-h/Rolling+in+Catnip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShL6aNPE96I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y5TT9AGSmcE/s320/Rolling+in+Catnip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337603836523902882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. G cut some catnip for Rupert and me.  We sniffed it and pawed it and rolled around in it and then we chewed it up.  We felt terrific -- we  told jokes to each other and then went inside to raid the fridge.  It's very frustrating not to be able to open the fridge whenever we want.  But Rupert is sneaky...he had a hidden stash of fish cookies...Dee-lish!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish we could eat catnip every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-7764906855360735309?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/7764906855360735309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=7764906855360735309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7764906855360735309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/7764906855360735309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/05/rolling-in-catnip.html' title='Rolling in Catnip'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShL6aNPE96I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y5TT9AGSmcE/s72-c/Rolling+in+Catnip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-277150382442763215</id><published>2009-05-19T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:45:00.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs G. Plants Catnip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShGoLn_mfFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P_95DPfA7Lo/s1600-h/Planting+Catnip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShGoLn_mfFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P_95DPfA7Lo/s320/Planting+Catnip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337231951078521938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. G invited me to come up to the penthouse where she was planting for the summer.  Her penthouse  garden is very beautiful.  She has trees and planters and a very comfortable chaise lounge and a table and chairs.  I wonder if she'll have a tea party for us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rupert and I were especially interested in the catnip she was planting.  It smelled dee-lish and we couldn't wait to get our paws on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-277150382442763215?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/277150382442763215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=277150382442763215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/277150382442763215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/277150382442763215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/05/mrs-g-plants-catnip.html' title='Mrs G. Plants Catnip'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/ShGoLn_mfFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P_95DPfA7Lo/s72-c/Planting+Catnip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-847923046417586961</id><published>2009-05-16T15:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:30:00.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sgs7ZoOr84I/AAAAAAAAAEg/U12BfGTbpfM/s1600-h/Alice%27s+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sgs7ZoOr84I/AAAAAAAAAEg/U12BfGTbpfM/s320/Alice%27s+Birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335423495032271746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from Alice's birthday party.  It was all girls -- Becky and Zan and Alice and me.  We wore party hats and Becky arranged for Jenny to make fish tea and fish cookies for the cats and people tea and cupcakes for the girls.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder when my birthday is.  I hope Mabel has a party for me...a really big party with all of my friends -- cat and human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-847923046417586961?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/847923046417586961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=847923046417586961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/847923046417586961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/847923046417586961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/05/alices-birthday.html' title='Alice&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sgs7ZoOr84I/AAAAAAAAAEg/U12BfGTbpfM/s72-c/Alice%27s+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-3879388620718585303</id><published>2009-05-13T14:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:00:01.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zan is Getting Popular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sgnbq-ATh1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q6M4ru3pS04/s1600-h/May+14+calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sgnbq-ATh1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q6M4ru3pS04/s320/May+14+calendar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335036764842329938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad at Mabel...it always has to be her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she had to call Zan's parents and invite them over for a drink.  Then since everybody's so social, it took forever for them to find a date.  They're finally coming over tomorrow, but by now Zan has been visiting Rupert and Monty and Alice and Becky, of course, and that leaves me VERY LONELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mabel doesn't make really good friends with Zan's parents -- or at least invite Zan to come and visit WHENEVER SHE WANTS TO, I just might have to make a visit myself -- to Mabel's shoe closet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-3879388620718585303?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3879388620718585303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=3879388620718585303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3879388620718585303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3879388620718585303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/05/zan-is-getting-popular.html' title='Zan is Getting Popular'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sgnbq-ATh1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q6M4ru3pS04/s72-c/May+14+calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-8200281260026923145</id><published>2009-05-09T15:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:59:00.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Girl in 997</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SgNLVCLRtRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xseEISoVeak/s1600-h/Tallulah+Meets+Zan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SgNLVCLRtRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xseEISoVeak/s320/Tallulah+Meets+Zan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333189208470304018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky is so excited...her best friend from school just moved into 997 and Becky brought her over to meet me.  Her name is Zan because her mother loves the designer Zandra Rhodes, whoever she is.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny made cupcakes and lemonade for the girls and liver &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pate&lt;/span&gt; and fish tea for Alice and me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zan wanted to see my room and my clothes and my jewelry and my toys and of course, she loved everything and she says she wants to visit again soon because her mother is allergic to cats and Zan adores them.  Actually, she adores &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Mabel to tell Zan she could come over whenever she wanted, but you know Mabel.  She has to meet Zan's parents and see if it's okay with them -- and check them out, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-8200281260026923145?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/8200281260026923145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=8200281260026923145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8200281260026923145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8200281260026923145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-girl-in-997.html' title='The New Girl in 997'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SgNLVCLRtRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xseEISoVeak/s72-c/Tallulah+Meets+Zan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-1287101309748796742</id><published>2009-05-06T15:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:26:25.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats for Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SgHj9NJAM7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0PLXdnOEIKU/s1600-h/Hats+For+Cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SgHj9NJAM7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0PLXdnOEIKU/s320/Hats+For+Cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332794074422326194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the Easter Parade and The Morning Wake Up Show, the phone has been ringing off the hook from people who want hats for their cats.  So Nigel got to work and designed a line he's calling Tallulah's Hats for Cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets! Pets! Pets! wants to produce it, of course...but Mabel said, "Wait just a minute.  Maybe we should talk to the fashion industry."  And she's working the phones as we speak.  More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-1287101309748796742?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1287101309748796742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=1287101309748796742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1287101309748796742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1287101309748796742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/05/hats-for-cats.html' title='Hats for Cats'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SgHj9NJAM7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0PLXdnOEIKU/s72-c/Hats+For+Cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-3094220588318202014</id><published>2009-04-28T17:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:15:47.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Park In The Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SfkXlTxLsJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8rjKisRWjzc/s1600-h/Central+Park+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SfkXlTxLsJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8rjKisRWjzc/s320/Central+Park+Flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330317563698851986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the window seat looking longingly out at Central Park..meowing up a storm...and finally, Mabel got the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jenny," she called out, "I think Tallulah wants to go to the park.  I have an appointment downtown, can you take her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd be happy to take Miz T to the park," Jenny said.  "And I think I'll put on her new hat with the flower on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was taking my picture with their cameras and cell phones and I just posed in front of the flowers.  And then I noticed the most beautiful tulips in a dusty pink color.  I hope someday Nigel makes me a cape in that color...and maybe a hat to go with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-3094220588318202014?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3094220588318202014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=3094220588318202014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3094220588318202014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3094220588318202014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/04/central-park-in-afternoon.html' title='Central Park In The Afternoon'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SfkXlTxLsJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8rjKisRWjzc/s72-c/Central+Park+Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-2668191669521260764</id><published>2009-04-24T11:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:41:32.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning Wake Up Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SfIU3wUCKUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oZ44Gs_srpg/s1600-h/Morning+Wake+Up+Show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SfIU3wUCKUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oZ44Gs_srpg/s320/Morning+Wake+Up+Show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328344257227008322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG The Morning Wake Up Show got so much mail about me at the Easter Parade, they invited me to be on the show...with Nigel, of course (there always has to be that human element to tell people what they think I'm thinking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a little early in the morning for a tiara, but those early people have a right to see me at my best...and for all they know, I could have been out all night with Nigel at a disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel told them about my fabulous wardrobe...and the room he designed for me...and Mabel's Table Gourmet Food for Cats and Kittens, because I'm their CEO, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they'll ask us back.  Maybe we could become a regular feature.  I always wanted to a Celebrity Cat.  Tune in later...I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-2668191669521260764?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/2668191669521260764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=2668191669521260764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2668191669521260764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2668191669521260764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-morning-wake-up-show-got-so-much.html' title='The Morning Wake Up Show'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SfIU3wUCKUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oZ44Gs_srpg/s72-c/Morning+Wake+Up+Show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-8693195132578549361</id><published>2009-04-18T14:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:55:11.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teasers and Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SeeGwCV4XJI/AAAAAAAAADw/yHr4BEU2_2s/s1600-h/Cat+Toys+Apr+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SeeGwCV4XJI/AAAAAAAAADw/yHr4BEU2_2s/s320/Cat+Toys+Apr+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325373244209388690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets! Pets! Pets! sent over some new toy prototypes for me to play with.  The balls are really cute -- each one makes a different noise when it rolls around.  I think I like the green one best -- it clicks like ka-ching ka-chng on the cash register.  Since Mabel says we get royalties, I hope people buy a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teasers are fun too.  You can wave them around, or tickle your friends and humans.  And when you get mad at someone or some cat, you can pretend you're beating them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me and Monty trying them out.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-8693195132578549361?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/8693195132578549361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=8693195132578549361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8693195132578549361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8693195132578549361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/04/pets-pets-pets-sent-over-some-new-toy.html' title='Teasers and Balls'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SeeGwCV4XJI/AAAAAAAAADw/yHr4BEU2_2s/s72-c/Cat+Toys+Apr+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-1543198472418902904</id><published>2009-04-14T14:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:41:09.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover and Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SeYbblIIdGI/AAAAAAAAADo/1heJW3Gi6W4/s1600-h/Easter+Parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SeYbblIIdGI/AAAAAAAAADo/1heJW3Gi6W4/s320/Easter+Parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324973770048828514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy last week I was totally exhausted.  Mrs. G invited Alice and Monty and me to play with Rupert while she supervised the cooking and table setting for the huge Passover seder she has every year.  Mabel told Jenny that Mrs. G is totally famous for her matzoh ball soup -- everybody says the matzoh balls are light as air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to taste everything and Rupert slurped it all up as usual. The biggest hit was the gefilte fish with carrots and lettuce on the side.  But I must say the brisket was a very close second -- I hope Jenny gets the recipe for us&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  The matzoh balls didn't look so light to me; they were as big as my head and I wasn't crazy about them, but Monty smacked his lips over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Easter and Jenny decorated eggs and made the cutest Easter baskets for us.  They had long colored ribbons on the handles with toys to bat around, and they were filled with catnip mice and brightly colored fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel made me a special hat and took me to the Easter Parade on Fifth Avenue and they interviewed us on television.  I just love being famous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-1543198472418902904?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1543198472418902904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=1543198472418902904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1543198472418902904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1543198472418902904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/04/passover-and-easter.html' title='Passover and Easter'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SeYbblIIdGI/AAAAAAAAADo/1heJW3Gi6W4/s72-c/Easter+Parade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-76111465160749460</id><published>2009-04-07T17:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:03:16.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything For Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SeTPrYg7DWI/AAAAAAAAADg/fjxvAKbTwuw/s1600-h/Cat+Show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SeTPrYg7DWI/AAAAAAAAADg/fjxvAKbTwuw/s200/Cat+Show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324609003680632162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Cat Show this week.  It's called EVERYTHING FOR CATS and we were scheduled to appear at the Pets! Pets! Pets! booth to introduce my new product:  Mabel's Table Gourmet Food for Cats &amp;amp; Kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it absolutely fascinating!  All these booths with stuff for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt; -- except I have to admit that some of it was pretty dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel pushed me around in a Kitty Car that they supplied at the entrance.  It wasn't really my style, but it was better than walking and looking at all those feet.  And Mabel kept the top unzipped because she knew I was not about to jump out.  I pretended it was my convertible that I have in my room at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meowed kind of plaintively when Mabel put me in the car, and she got the message because when we got to the Pets! Pets! Pets! booth, Mabel told them they should make a Tallulah Car and Diana's eyes lit up and she said she'd have her team get right on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-76111465160749460?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/76111465160749460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=76111465160749460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/76111465160749460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/76111465160749460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/04/everything-for-cats.html' title='Everything For Cats'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SeTPrYg7DWI/AAAAAAAAADg/fjxvAKbTwuw/s72-c/Cat+Show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-9050282166349016612</id><published>2009-04-01T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:58:58.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SdJHhjWJ9KI/AAAAAAAAADY/G2iqsew5Xo8/s1600-h/Birthday+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SdJHhjWJ9KI/AAAAAAAAADY/G2iqsew5Xo8/s200/Birthday+Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319392751627400354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was absolutely purrrrfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's cake was dee-lish...there wasn't even the tiniest leftover. The humans sang Happy Birthday and my friends meowed....Then I opened the presents (with help from Mabel, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice gave me a bell that has the tiniest little tinkly sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert gave me two bangle bracelets that Mrs. G gave him for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Monty gave me a feather teaser toy from the cat boutique on Lexington. It wasn't very original...even though Larry Lewis is very sweet, he isn't very original and he picked it out. But Monty gave me lots of kisses and that more than made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait for my birthday next year...it's going to be a long 365 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-9050282166349016612?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/9050282166349016612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=9050282166349016612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/9050282166349016612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/9050282166349016612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-birthday-party.html' title='My Birthday Party'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SdJHhjWJ9KI/AAAAAAAAADY/G2iqsew5Xo8/s72-c/Birthday+Cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-1716560522426142522</id><published>2009-03-29T18:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:38:03.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Plans</title><content type='html'>I was walking into the kitchen to get a little snack, when I heard Mabel talking to Jenny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've invited Alice and Becky; Rupert and Mrs. G;  Monty and Larry Lewis; and Nigel for Talulah's birthday on Wednesday.  Larry Lewis said he'll be at work, but he'll send Monty down with the doorman.  We'll need a cake for the cats and another for the grown ups -- what are your thoughts, Jenny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a lovely fish mold and I can make a salmon mouse for Tallulah and her friends," Jenny said.  "I can pipe out Happy Birthday with colored yogurt, and put in one of those sparklers I keep for special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the grownups, I'm guessing you'd be wanting chocolate -- unless you're dieting again, in which case I can make an angel food cake with lemon icing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Definitely chocolate," Mabel replied.  "After all, it's a birthday -- and make something really yummy for the icing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to act surprised when everybody arrives.  How will I ever live until Wednesday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-1716560522426142522?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1716560522426142522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=1716560522426142522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1716560522426142522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1716560522426142522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-plans.html' title='Birthday Plans'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-1219937246863042360</id><published>2009-03-23T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:53:58.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tallulah's Tiara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SceiZIW7FsI/AAAAAAAAADE/O_M6u-tFwus/s1600-h/Tallulah%27s+tiara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SceiZIW7FsI/AAAAAAAAADE/O_M6u-tFwus/s320/Tallulah%27s+tiara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316396437758219970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel's friend Jeff made me the most beautiful tiara.  It's not exactly like the one at Harry Winston -- it's soooo much better because it was made just for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt; and it's a perfect fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff also took the bracelet Mrs. G. gave me and made it into the most fabulous necklace.  I know it's only paste, but I don't think anyone else will figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Nigel surprised me with a new dress that is purrfect for my new jewelry -- he designed it himself and he wants me to wear it for my birthday -- which is April 1 (hint..hint).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-1219937246863042360?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1219937246863042360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=1219937246863042360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1219937246863042360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1219937246863042360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/03/tallulahs-tiara.html' title='Tallulah&apos;s Tiara'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SceiZIW7FsI/AAAAAAAAADE/O_M6u-tFwus/s72-c/Tallulah%27s+tiara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-3934197330096179039</id><published>2009-03-16T17:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:49:26.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigel Takes Me Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sb-4XIaS7cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mWEp8sLcTgo/s1600-h/Nigel+Armoire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sb-4XIaS7cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mWEp8sLcTgo/s320/Nigel+Armoire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314168792854752706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel came over this afternoon to discuss my wardrobe.  He told Mabel we had to think spring.  He opened my armoire and went through my clothes with a vengeance.  When he was finished we had quite a pile for the KITTY THRIFT on Lexington Avenue --   all gently used, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he bundled me into my favorite carrier and off we went to Harry Winston to check out the tiaras.  We don't buy anything there -- it's much too expensive.  But Nigel's friend, Jeff can copy anything so he took a quick picture on his phone and we went right over to Jeff's studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait for my new tiara...spring gala season is just around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-3934197330096179039?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3934197330096179039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=3934197330096179039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3934197330096179039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3934197330096179039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/03/nigel-takes-me-shopping.html' title='Nigel Takes Me Shopping'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sb-4XIaS7cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mWEp8sLcTgo/s72-c/Nigel+Armoire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-8370249132594587114</id><published>2009-03-13T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:15:53.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Scallops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sbp4TPy5GGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DpsvkFzPcv0/s1600-h/Scallops+dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sbp4TPy5GGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DpsvkFzPcv0/s320/Scallops+dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312690982489757794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most wonderful dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Venice -- I've never been to Venice, but I've always wanted to go.  We were staying in a villa on the Grand Canal and Jenny was learning new recipes from Luciana, the cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luciana made &lt;span class="Normal-C16"&gt;Cape Sante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Normal-C16"&gt;alla Veneziana&lt;/span&gt;, which is scallops Venetian style in English, and it was dee-lish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to get Mabel to take me to Venice in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-8370249132594587114?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/8370249132594587114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=8370249132594587114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8370249132594587114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8370249132594587114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreaming-of-scallops.html' title='Dreaming of Scallops'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sbp4TPy5GGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DpsvkFzPcv0/s72-c/Scallops+dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6256725278184042571</id><published>2009-03-12T16:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:16:01.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. G's Jewelry Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sbfn9y_QzCI/AAAAAAAAACs/rMGs7GB0scM/s1600-h/Mrs.+G%27s+jewelry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sbfn9y_QzCI/AAAAAAAAACs/rMGs7GB0scM/s320/Mrs.+G%27s+jewelry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311969334351940642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Rupert's house.  He lives with Mrs. G in the penthouse of 997 Fifth Avenue where I live too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. G has the most fabulous jewelry I've ever seen and Rupert picked out a beautiful necklace just for me.  It's gold with emeralds that match my eyes.  Rupert is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mrs. G took one look and removed the necklace at once.  "Tallulah darling," she said.  "You can't possibly have that necklace -- Herbert gave it to me for my 40th birthday.  Come sweetheart...you can pick something from this box.  They're costume pieces but they're quite wonderful.  Besides I know how much you like costumes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked out a fake emerald and amethyst necklace...but it just wasn't the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-6256725278184042571?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6256725278184042571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6256725278184042571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6256725278184042571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6256725278184042571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/03/mrs-gs-jewely-box.html' title='Mrs. G&apos;s Jewelry Box'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sbfn9y_QzCI/AAAAAAAAACs/rMGs7GB0scM/s72-c/Mrs.+G%27s+jewelry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-4717944546002554332</id><published>2009-03-10T12:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:47:48.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Comes For Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SbfdG3Q501I/AAAAAAAAACk/9CNe7HG9rTo/s1600-h/Tea+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SbfdG3Q501I/AAAAAAAAACk/9CNe7HG9rTo/s320/Tea+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311957395490591570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel invited Alice to come for tea -- it's a special fish tea that Jenny invented and it's absolutely dee-lish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing my new spring cape from Betsy Johnson and Alice arrived totally naked -- poor thing -- she doesn't really have any clothes.  So I opened my closet and pulled out a lovely Miu Mui cape from last year.  It's a little too big for Alice, but later I heard Mabel say that she'd have Nigel fix it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice looked adorable!  She was so happy, she couldn't stop purring.  When Becky came to pick her up, she was delighted with Alice's new cape.  I hope she gets the message and starts shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-4717944546002554332?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4717944546002554332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=4717944546002554332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4717944546002554332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4717944546002554332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/03/alice-comes-for-tea.html' title='Alice Comes For Tea'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SbfdG3Q501I/AAAAAAAAACk/9CNe7HG9rTo/s72-c/Tea+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-336239909153725118</id><published>2009-03-07T16:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:18:41.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenmarket Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SbcfdL0gXyI/AAAAAAAAACc/6nEM7Rq4HWE/s1600-h/Greenmarket+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SbcfdL0gXyI/AAAAAAAAACc/6nEM7Rq4HWE/s320/Greenmarket+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311748871756472098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's spring today and Mabel took me to the Union Square greenmarket to shop for food.  Larry Lewis came with us, but he left Monty home, which I must say was a big disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went right to the fish monger, of course, and Mabel picked out the most beautiful flounder.  I wonder how Jenny will cook it for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel walked past the wheat grass because I don't like it at all, but Larry Lewis stopped and got some for Monty because he's crazy about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-336239909153725118?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/336239909153725118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=336239909153725118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/336239909153725118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/336239909153725118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/03/greenmarket-saturday.html' title='Greenmarket Saturday'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SbcfdL0gXyI/AAAAAAAAACc/6nEM7Rq4HWE/s72-c/Greenmarket+color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-2454827069279151421</id><published>2009-03-04T15:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:16:52.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Website!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited I can hardly purr.  My website just went live.  Now everybody in the world can order my book.  Tallulah: Memoirs of a Business Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to my website...right now...don't waste a minute...and tell everybody you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tallulahthecat.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-2454827069279151421?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/2454827069279151421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=2454827069279151421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2454827069279151421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/2454827069279151421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-so-excited-i-can-hardly-purr.html' title='I Have a Website!'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-8583709246471003410</id><published>2009-02-20T15:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:09:02.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C.A.B. Tastes Caribbean Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sa7iZf1aFoI/AAAAAAAAACU/9SzTFh0CYeU/s1600-h/++++++Tasting+Carib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sa7iZf1aFoI/AAAAAAAAACU/9SzTFh0CYeU/s320/++++++Tasting+Carib.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309429938386507394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the CAB (Cat Advisory Board...which you know if you read my book!) met to taste Jenny's new Caribbean dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I thought the jerk chicken was still a little too spicy, but Rupert gobbled it right up.  Then again, Rupert gobbles up any food he can get his paws on.  He really shouldn't be on the Cat Advisory Board -- after all, we're supposed to be gourmet cats ... but then again, Rupert is so lovable I could never kick him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty and Alice liked the jerk chicken, so it was added to the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny finally got it right with the wahoo.  She served it in a delicate fish broth and everybody loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told you before, the barbecue pork was dee-lish and the others agreed, so we now have three new dishes for Mabel's Table.  Pets Pets Pets will be thrilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-8583709246471003410?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/8583709246471003410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=8583709246471003410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8583709246471003410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8583709246471003410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-cab-cat-advisory-board.html' title='C.A.B. Tastes Caribbean Food'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/Sa7iZf1aFoI/AAAAAAAAACU/9SzTFh0CYeU/s72-c/++++++Tasting+Carib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-378313354510003891</id><published>2009-02-14T18:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:04:39.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZs9y2LHqYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mBlYLpuiM6I/s1600-h/Valentine+manicure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZs9y2LHqYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mBlYLpuiM6I/s320/Valentine+manicure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303900929903798658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mabel....I absolutely adore Mabel....She is the most wonderful human in the whole world!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I heard Mabel talking to Nigel and The Countess about some fabulous Valentine's party they were all going to and I was feeling just the tiniest bit left out.  Okay, let's be honest...I was feeling really sorry for myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, Mabel called Larry Lewis and arranged a play date with Monty.  He just went home and I'm lying on my floor poster bed reliving the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He noticed my manicure right away and said it was beautiful.  Then he petted my new pink cape that Mabel got me for a Valentine present.  Jenny made us special heart-shaped snacks that tasted like beef and we sat in my car and watched a show about big cats in the jungle on Animal Planet.  I think I'll take a little nap and dream about Monty.&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/418962465814504615-378313354510003891?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/378313354510003891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=378313354510003891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/378313354510003891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/378313354510003891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-mabel.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZs9y2LHqYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mBlYLpuiM6I/s72-c/Valentine+manicure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-9061756443534145691</id><published>2009-02-13T16:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:06:39.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caribbean Recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZs0-Q3bolI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Rty_RAhJwZk/s1600-h/Cayman+tastingin+the+kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZs0-Q3bolI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Rty_RAhJwZk/s320/Cayman+tastingin+the+kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303891230442889810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel came over to meet with Jenny and work on the recipes he brought back from the Caribbean.  They made jerk chicken, barbeque pork, tuna with sea salt and wahoo marinated in tequila and lime.  They kept tasting and tasting and I was afraid there would be nothing left for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought the jerk chicken was a little too spicy.  And I must say, I prefer Jenny's tuna tartare to the new one with sea salt.  I love the sound of wahoo, but they have to do some more work on it.  But the barbeque port....dee-lish!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-9061756443534145691?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/9061756443534145691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=9061756443534145691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/9061756443534145691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/9061756443534145691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/02/nigel-came-over-to-meet-with-jenny-and.html' title='Caribbean Recipes'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZs0-Q3bolI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Rty_RAhJwZk/s72-c/Cayman+tastingin+the+kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-8566498334055862621</id><published>2009-02-11T14:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:07:36.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manicure Pawticure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZMrkGS9EEI/AAAAAAAAABs/oLgpnm_fois/s1600-h/Manicure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZMrkGS9EEI/AAAAAAAAABs/oLgpnm_fois/s320/Manicure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301629085510602818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mabel complained I was being destructive with my claws, so Becky said she could give me a manicure with this electric machine that her mother bought from a television commercial.  I was a little nervous at first, but Alice told me not to worry because Becky gives her manicures all the time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alice was right -- it didn't hurt a bit.  Actually, it felt sort of good.  After she finished with the machine, Becky painted all 20 of my claws with the most beautiful red nail polish I ever saw.  I can't wait for Monty to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now I'm not destructive to Mabel's upholstery anymore.  But don't think I can't defend myself!&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/418962465814504615-8566498334055862621?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/8566498334055862621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=8566498334055862621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8566498334055862621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/8566498334055862621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/02/mabel-complained-i-was-being.html' title='Manicure Pawticure'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZMrkGS9EEI/AAAAAAAAABs/oLgpnm_fois/s72-c/Manicure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-3182122873907334875</id><published>2009-02-09T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:09:17.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Cayman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sorry to be incommunicado for so long, but internet access at our house on  Little Cayman was very off and on.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nigel went diving every day with his friend Seth who owns the house.  He said it was heaven...beautiful coral, a fantastic wall -- whatever that means -- and lots of fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mabel and I lay in the hammocks and walked on the beach.  She read books, I napped and Nigel and Seth went fishing a lot and made all kinds of fish dishes.  Caribbean food is spicy and I had to get used to it.  Nigel wrote out the recipes for Jenny to make for our Mabel's Table gourmet cat food.  I thought the best part was the sushi...dee-lish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have to go now...Alice is coming over for a play date.&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/418962465814504615-3182122873907334875?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/3182122873907334875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=3182122873907334875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3182122873907334875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/3182122873907334875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-to-be-incommunicado-for-so-long.html' title='Little Cayman'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-4521111377569553427</id><published>2009-01-26T13:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:10:33.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZBFAscWepI/AAAAAAAAABM/N2Mmjhq1uwc/s1600-h/At+the+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZBFAscWepI/AAAAAAAAABM/N2Mmjhq1uwc/s320/At+the+Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300812639647464082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so crazy in our apartment that I thought we'd never get away.  The phone kept ringing off the wall because everybody wanted us to go to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; island and Mabel kept changing her mind and calling the travel agent every five minutes until Nigel finally said, "ENOUGH!  I've gotten us invited to a friend's house on Little Cayman.  We're booked on a flight on Friday morning and I don't want to hear another word!"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had to go shopping for bathing suits and sarongs and sun block and who knows what else for Mabel.  She was so busy, she almost forgot to get a sarong for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.  Jenny packed enough of my food for a month and we almost didn't have enough room in our bags, but we finally got everything together and here we are on the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do't you just love my new sarong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-4521111377569553427?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4521111377569553427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=4521111377569553427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4521111377569553427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4521111377569553427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-so-crazy-in-our-apartment-that-i.html' title='On The Beach'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZBFAscWepI/AAAAAAAAABM/N2Mmjhq1uwc/s72-c/At+the+Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6760325874876230774</id><published>2009-01-23T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:11:26.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Plans</title><content type='html'>Mabel's been on the phone for days.  She finally realized we have to get out of Dodge and onto a plane for someplace with a beach.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her friend, The Countess, invited us to her house in Anguilla.  Nigel wants us to go to Turks and Caicos so he can scuba dive all day.  And Larry Lewis suggested we go the Bahamas because there are good deals on travel and there's gambling.  I wish she'd make up her mind already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care where we go as long as it's warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-6760325874876230774?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6760325874876230774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6760325874876230774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6760325874876230774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6760325874876230774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/01/mabels-been-on-phone-for-days.html' title='Travel Plans'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-4603236457019355902</id><published>2009-01-18T12:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:11:55.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sunday Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SX40IHYMuxI/AAAAAAAAABE/VLh8SZLzZEo/s1600-h/NY+Times+travel+section.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SX40IHYMuxI/AAAAAAAAABE/VLh8SZLzZEo/s320/NY+Times+travel+section.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295727525858425618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel's busy reading the Times.  She starts with Style, of course, and then The News.  Right now she's into News Of The Week In Review.  I keep nudging the Travel section next to her chair, but she hasn't picked it up yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait...she's reaching down...oh, no...she's got her hand on the Magazine section.  I guess I'll have to take matters into my own paws and show her where we should be going...SOON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/418962465814504615-4603236457019355902?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4603236457019355902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=4603236457019355902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4603236457019355902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4603236457019355902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/01/mabels-busy-reading-times.html' title='The Sunday Times'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SX40IHYMuxI/AAAAAAAAABE/VLh8SZLzZEo/s72-c/NY+Times+travel+section.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6811732581000306545</id><published>2009-01-16T14:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:12:18.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Think WARM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This winter business is really boring.  Enough already with the cold -- I feel positively trapped.  I wish Mabel would get on the phone and make us reservations for someplace warm.  How can I get her to think WARM?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-6811732581000306545?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6811732581000306545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6811732581000306545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6811732581000306545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6811732581000306545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-winter-business-is-really-boring.html' title='Think WARM'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-5992964659604682881</id><published>2009-01-13T16:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:12:52.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding in Central Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SXoXNn1ko_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/kV8uaz42HZU/s1600-h/Winter+Coat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SXoXNn1ko_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/kV8uaz42HZU/s320/Winter+Coat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294569834726859762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  It worked.  Mabel got on the phone to Nigel and told him to go shopping for a sled and some new warm clothes so they could take me to the park.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look so cute in my new outfit -- I'll have to get my friend Laura to draw you a picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the park and they pulled me up the hill on the sled.  When we got to the top, Nigel turned the sled around and jumped on behind me.  Down we went.  It was thrilling!  We did it again and again.  And people clapped and cheered.  I heard some people talk about bringing their cats to the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After awhile it got cold, so we went home.  Mabel and Nigel had hot toddies-- whatever they are. And Jenny gave me a bowl of warm milk.  We all curled up in front of the fireplace and had a snooze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-5992964659604682881?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/5992964659604682881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=5992964659604682881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/5992964659604682881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/5992964659604682881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-what-it-worked.html' title='Sledding in Central Park'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SXoXNn1ko_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/kV8uaz42HZU/s72-c/Winter+Coat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-270943970367375924</id><published>2009-01-10T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:13:21.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Snowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SXoYvqxjVmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/x0Mip8VIgwI/s1600-h/Mabels+Shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SXoYvqxjVmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/x0Mip8VIgwI/s320/Mabels+Shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294571519142483554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning and looked out the window at Central Park, it was all white -- covered with snow.  There were lots of children on sleds.  It looked like fun.  I dragged Mabel to the window hoping she'd get the hint to take me on a sled.  I had it all planned.  She'd dress me up in a warm fluffy coat, and a hat, and boots, and a scarf and everything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she just got on the phone to her friend, Nigel and said, "The park looks so pretty, why don't we go for a walk?"  And out they went...without moi!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went right to Mabel's closet and took one of her new shoes and hid it in my room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she got ready to go out to dinner that night, she looked high and low for that shoe.  But she didn't find it.  Tomorrow I'll put it back.  That'll get her thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-270943970367375924?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/270943970367375924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=270943970367375924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/270943970367375924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/270943970367375924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-woke-up-this-morning-and-looked.html' title='It&apos;s Snowing'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SXoYvqxjVmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/x0Mip8VIgwI/s72-c/Mabels+Shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-6069330100297140576</id><published>2009-01-08T13:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:13:43.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SXoZSvbWuSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GdvTK-ZO5fk/s1600-h/In+Front+of+the+Fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SXoZSvbWuSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GdvTK-ZO5fk/s320/In+Front+of+the+Fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294572121686980898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm curled up in front of the fireplace in our apartment -- 5A of course, waiting for my friends to come over for a play date.  Rupert lives in the penthouse with Mrs. G; Alice lives across the hall with Becky and her parents; and my boyfriend, Monty lives on the 12th floor with Larry Lewis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We're just playing today and catching up on what everybody did for the holidays.  Tomorrow it's back to work tasting Jenny's new dishes for Mabel's Table.  That's our company that makes gourmet cat food -- which I wrote about in my new book that's coming out at the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The door bell's ringing -- gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/418962465814504615-6069330100297140576?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/6069330100297140576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=6069330100297140576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6069330100297140576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/6069330100297140576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-im-curled-up-in-front-of.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SXoZSvbWuSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GdvTK-ZO5fk/s72-c/In+Front+of+the+Fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-1039483803842898108</id><published>2008-12-29T12:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:14:06.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in the Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZBHC7-ADbI/AAAAAAAAABU/MfqkAizcZsE/s1600-h/The+Mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZBHC7-ADbI/AAAAAAAAABU/MfqkAizcZsE/s320/The+Mouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300814877198126514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Happy Holiday everyone.  I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas...Chanukah...Kwanza...whatever you celebrate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. G, who lives in the penthouse of our building with my friend Rupert, invited Mabel and me to her country house in New England.  She calls it a cottage but it was the biggest cottage I've ever seen -- with front stairs and side stairs and back stairs and a giant cellar and two separate attics and the biggest kitchen in the whole world. Our cook, Jenny, would have loved that kitchen, but she spends Christmas with her family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The best thing at Mrs. G's cottage was the mice!  They had mouse traps, of course, but Mrs. G's mice were much too smart to get caught in the trap -- so it was up to me and Rupert...Dee-lish!  We had mice for breakfast, mice for lunch, mice for tea and mice for dinner.  It did get a little boring after the third day, so we ate Jenny's frozen dinners in between.&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/418962465814504615-1039483803842898108?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1039483803842898108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=1039483803842898108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1039483803842898108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1039483803842898108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title='Christmas in the Country'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SZBHC7-ADbI/AAAAAAAAABU/MfqkAizcZsE/s72-c/The+Mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-1677422209338552666</id><published>2008-12-17T23:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:32:37.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Book</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been ages since I've updated my blog, but the reason is I've been writing my memoirs. Yes, I know it sounds like a lot of work -- and believe me, it's a lot of work.  But everybody's been asking about my story, so I decided to tell it all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book won't be ready for you until the end of January, but while you wait, I promise to keep you up to date with everything that's happening in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tallulah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-1677422209338552666?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/1677422209338552666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=1677422209338552666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1677422209338552666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/1677422209338552666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-book.html' title='My Book'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418962465814504615.post-4570903853067481223</id><published>2008-04-23T22:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:18:25.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tallulah The Cat</title><content type='html'>I really thought I had it made....going from a basement on Lexington Avenue to a co-op on Fifth with door men and an elevator man and a cook....and Mabel, my human....but this CEO business is exhausting...I mean how many dishes can a cat eat in one day?????&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More later....I really need a nap.....................zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418962465814504615-4570903853067481223?l=tallulahthecat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/feeds/4570903853067481223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418962465814504615&amp;postID=4570903853067481223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4570903853067481223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418962465814504615/posts/default/4570903853067481223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallulahthecat.blogspot.com/2008/04/tallulah-cat.html' title='Tallulah The Cat'/><author><name>Tallulah The Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09978637008068913846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jjs-ue1ac38/SA__fFGThjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yGfoEpZFTSA/S220/Tallulah+w+feather.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
