Maximilian James Magoo

found a weapon i was gonna use against samwisethecat. how could his silly kitten brain resist this:



stupid humans jmsa and barawn managed to get it away before i could convince him to give it a taste.

at least, i think they did. sooooomeone (jmsa... looking at you) grabbed me and locked me in the bedroom. yeah, that's fair. who let the thing into the house, huh? huh?

not my fault you bring in dangerous animals.

Current Mood: grumpy

so as you probably all know renolphus is gone now. so i've been kinda depressed.

then a few weeks ago, this little ball of fur shows up. great. just what i needed.and he's all "look at me, i'm cute, please don't pay attention to me while i take all of your food, and it was that big handsome black cat that knocked over the tv and not me."

yeah, i'm talking about you samwisethecat. i see through your little facade.

i'm keepin' my eyes on you, mr. 'keikilolo'. if that is your real name.

Current Mood: grumpy

go check out renolphus's journal-thing and wish him well.

i know i make fun of him a bunch, but i miss the little rat. just... wish him well, okay?

hey, jmsa and barawn: bite me. it's comfy.

Current Mood: cranky

overheard jmsa say that a coworker said that this



made him think that i'm evil. that, and the fact that i've been attacking geckos. not my fault they toyed with me, man.

gonna have to be more on the down-low, i guess. dunno if renolphus suspects anything yet.

either that or i could eliminate said suspicious person. hmm. i wonder if i can enlist the geckos with a little max-intimidation. oh yes, that's right. i'm just a cat. suspect anything otherwise, and you'll get a visit from the lizard.

Current Mood: suspicious
Current Music: james bond theme

psst, skurtchasor:



i'm on it.

you know what i mean.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: back on the chain gang

kay. here's the deal. some'n weird happened a couple a months ago. got shoved in a box. loud noises for about nine hours. showed up in a warm place, new house, and that bozo barawn was back again.

like the new pad. i swear, though. jmsa and barawn must've decided "let's torture the maxster", cuz this place has like a billion windows, is surrounded by birds and plants, and i can't get to 'em!

until yesterday, that is. dunno why, but that big door-thing was half open when the human-types left for the day. well. "half-open" for the max is "full-open," baby. i was out like a scout on a new route.

except, what the heck, there was all this rain, no food, no litterbox (what kind of crappy place doesn't have a litterbox?) and then when i decide "k, this is lame" that door thing was closed, and i couldn't get in!

so hey! why didn't anyone warn me the outdoors sucks? ok, those birds (and that stupid mr. jingles) can feel free to taunt me all they want. 'cept i'm dry, well-fed, and don't have to poop in a tree, suckers!

sorry for the lack of update. still working on the master plan - on to phase 2 now.

unfortunately getting out of the house (= prison) is proving more difficult. it'd be a lot easier if i didn't get so distracted by grass (GRASS! dangit!).

barawn and jmsa keep taunting me by putting me out on the back patio. they look at me weird when i'm rolling around all crazy-like.

little do they know i'm diggin my way free, baby, slowly but surely.



here's me planning my big escape.

renolphus is helping out with the digging part. heh. doesn't know what it's for, though. what a goof.

you may have gotten away this time, little mouse, but you will be mine.

oh yes, you will be mine. show your face again, and kiss your furry butt goodbye.

you can thank barawn for his incompetence helping you to get away. dude. leave this thing to professionals, kay?

yo, aitai:



kay, where's the luggage?

hah. and you thought i was kidding about the friskies treats. bet they were surprised when these showed up.



so where's the info on openin' these things, huh?

note to self:

barawn as chauffeur: okie dokie

jmsa as chauffeur: kitty vomit time.

well, we know who's gettin' the job when the master plan's done.

that's the royal we.

Current Mood: irritated

step 1 of master plan: acquire means of transportation


check.

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: movin' right along

renolphus has been all proud that he finally figured out how to type. didn't have the heart to tell him that i've been doing it for a year now. ha. and silly owners (jmsa and barawn) think that i'm just crawling by the computer to get to the window. little do they know. just wait till my five cases of friskies treats shows up. oooh yeah.

yah, okay, he found this "live journal" thingy. but i woulda found it on my own. give it time.

big shout out to aitai and skurtchasor. when are you guys coming back? i need a lap to sit on. c'mon. what else are you gonna do?


so, i'm max. maximilian james magoo. mouse catcher extraordinaire. oh yeah. you'll be hearing about me. i'll be famous, once i figure out these doors.

(p.s.: hey. help a guy out here. anyone know how to open a can with these claws? i'm starvin' here.)
(p.p.s.: how do those small boxy things that shout at people in the morning work? my owners are startin' to ignore my wakeup efforts, but that thing seems to tick 'em off.)