<?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-5487743944900437242</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:45:56.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Tuck</title><subtitle type='html'>I am Tuck, I am a cat.  Hear me roar!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-8493790986207670525</id><published>2009-08-17T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:13:56.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New week, a new book</title><content type='html'>Well apparently mama has found a new book to read, which of course I had to remind her that I am more adorable than the book will ever be by stepping in the middle of it while she was reading. She didn't seem to pleased with that, but she really should know better. I mean really, when she gets home after the 9 excruciating hours that she is gone she should know that it is time to pay complete and total attention to the cat. She apparently keeps forgetting this though, insists upon playing on the stupid laptop and eating and other such silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day she pulled a most horrible trick on me.  It looked like she was sitting waiting for me to get in her lap and when I jumped up she had her jewelry making supplies out, stupid rings. One of the stupid little rings bit me too.  Scared me half to death, had to jump to get away from them. Of course it made mama all upset at me, but she should really know better than to work on that silly stuff when there is such a loving and caring kitty around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487743944900437242-8493790986207670525?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/8493790986207670525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=8493790986207670525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/8493790986207670525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/8493790986207670525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-week-new-book.html' title='A New week, a new book'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-3725323471911574160</id><published>2009-08-10T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:06:06.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog...er Cat days of summer</title><content type='html'>So apparently it is very, very hot outside.  I am so glad I get to stay inside in the cool air.  Hot and black cats just do not mix, let me tell you. Mama went back to that work place again today, after she just got back from being gone, it was awful, we couldn't make up for missed lovings. So when she got home I made sure that she brushed me really good, so that my coat can be nice, soft and shiny. Then I ate the rest of my Whiskas, which I thought she almost forgot to give me, (horror of horrors) because she came in with bags. But thankfully she hadn't forgotten. Its a terrible day without Whiskas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487743944900437242-3725323471911574160?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3725323471911574160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=3725323471911574160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/3725323471911574160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/3725323471911574160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2009/08/doger-cat-days-of-summer.html' title='Dog...er Cat days of summer'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-6254607452358296859</id><published>2009-08-09T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:22:19.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four whole days</title><content type='html'>That is how long mama left me for. She just went off and left me.  I knew something was up when she started putting out extra food, but I was hoping it was just because she had finally given in to my wanting more food, but alas it was not to be. Mama was at least thoughtful enough to have someone come check on me, but they just would not listen to me and stay. And I almost missed my whiskas because I was so lovelorn that I had to get in as much loving time as possible and didn't here the lady putting the whiskas in my bowl...I shudder at the thought. Mama finally came home today and voiced my opinion of her being gone for so long very, very loudly and quite often. I have been trying to get her to make up for lost loving time but she took a nap, which was okay at first, I was a little tired too, but then she just kept sleeping and sleeping so I had to wake her up. Then we had a good brushing session, which was just awesome. We definitely need to do that more often. At this point I am just trying to use my kitty mind tricks to get mama to give me tummy lovings. She seems to be obsessed with this laptop thingy. I just don't get it, you have a cute little kitty like me but then you want to mess with the laptop instead, it is just a crazy thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487743944900437242-6254607452358296859?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6254607452358296859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=6254607452358296859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/6254607452358296859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/6254607452358296859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2009/08/four-whole-days.html' title='Four whole days'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-2143099452526644023</id><published>2009-08-04T14:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:16:58.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunspots, Butterflies and Flaming tails, oh my</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was apparently the day for craziness in the cat world. I mean seriously, I heard from mama about my friend Freaky having a bit of an accident yesterday. Apparently he was just innocently sitting in the window checking out the big world beyond and when he laid his tail down he didn't realize the ash tray was sitting there and accidentally set his tail on fire (see the title does make sense). The poor dear he is ever so accident prone. Well I do suppose with a name like Freaky he would have strange things happen to him. Thankfully his slave...er...adopted mama was there and noticed the problem with his tail and managed to keep it from hurting him, just a little singing of the tail. This is also a good reason why I like hanging out in the shower, at least that way I don't have to worry about flaming tails. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487743944900437242-2143099452526644023?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2143099452526644023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=2143099452526644023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/2143099452526644023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/2143099452526644023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunspots-butterflies-and-flaming-tails.html' title='Sunspots, Butterflies and Flaming tails, oh my'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-4524427948469135531</id><published>2009-08-03T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:05:08.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again...finally</title><content type='html'>So I finally convinced mama to let me near her computer again. For some reason she just does not appreciate my laying across it when she has it open. I can't imagine why she wouldn't want my help with cruising the internet. There are such wonderful places to visit and she won't let me visit them. Oh well I will keep working on her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh new development in the house, I love this place mama calls "shower", well at least I love it as long as the water isn't running in it. For some reason mama gets in it every morning with the water running, but after she is done I love sitting in it. It is so nice and warm and I can zen out in there. For some reason mama is fascinated by this, I can't imagine why, it is a great place to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487743944900437242-4524427948469135531?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4524427948469135531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=4524427948469135531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/4524427948469135531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/4524427948469135531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-againfinally.html' title='Back again...finally'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-2818348786677746063</id><published>2007-09-01T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:04:08.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no write</title><content type='html'>So I haven't written in a long time, but then again mama wouldn't let me near the laptop, something about typing nonsense because of walking on the keyboard.  I have no clue what she is talking about, it all made perfect sense to me, catspeak and all you know.  I guess she and I need to work on that again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it has been a crazy couple of months.  First mama had some guy come visit for several days and they would leave for hours at a time even though she had said she was going to be home all week.  Then she went off and left me to visit some place called West Virginia for a whole week, which meant I was left by myself for a whole week, no whiskas, no loving, it was horrible.  This lady and man ( I was told later it was mama's aunt and uncle) came by and at least gave me crunchy food.  They didn't quite understand the whole whiskas thing though.  I really liked his gloves though, he wouldn't leave them for me to play with unfortunately.  Soon after mama came back we had this nice lady come stay with us for about a week, she had a lot of bags too.  Apparently she has a cat but she didn't bring her, something about kitty jail.  But I made sure that she knew that I had been all over her mama's stuff.  Since then not a whole lot has been going on.  I found a great cricket the other night but he somehow got under the carpet and got away.  Mama found him once but then he got away again.  My friend from up the street came to visit.  Other than that, there are never enough whiskas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487743944900437242-2818348786677746063?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2818348786677746063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=2818348786677746063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/2818348786677746063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/2818348786677746063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-time-no-write.html' title='Long time, no write'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-8696845325133961183</id><published>2007-06-20T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:12:39.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well mama got back last night, she was gone to visit what she called "home" but I don't understand how she figures that is home, when home is with me.  But at least this time it was just overnight.  She came back and gave me lots of whiskas and all was good.  I found my small pink mouse last night and brought it out to play, even left it in the bed so that mama could play with it last night.  She wouldn't get up and play though, she said she was tired or something.  I don't think she understands that she needs to make up for the time she was gone in loving and play time.  This morning I put small pink mouse back under the bed for safekeeping.  Mama said we will get the toys out from under the bed tonight, so I will have tons to play with again soon.  I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487743944900437242-8696845325133961183?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/8696845325133961183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=8696845325133961183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/8696845325133961183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/8696845325133961183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-mama-got-back-last-night-she-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-3869628107865562655</id><published>2007-06-18T08:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T08:19:57.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mama finally went this weekend and got more Whiskas.  She also got the ones I like better, before it was the big pieces that are just too big for my mouth, so I just lick the gravy off of them and leave the pieces.  She got the ones with little pieces this time, so it is all good now. Or at least it was until she left me all day yesterday to go to the Renfaire.  She didn't get home until late and surprised me when she got home, I barely had enough time to get to the door to meet her before she opened it.  Then of course she went to bed early.  I think we are going to have to have a little talk about her getting up in the middle of the night though, unless it is to turn on the cool air.  For some reason it always gets really hot at night and I don't like that and she keeps shoving me from in front of the fan so I can't cool down.  I am hoping she will eventually just get me my own fan then I won't have to share.&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/5487743944900437242-3869628107865562655?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3869628107865562655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=3869628107865562655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/3869628107865562655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/3869628107865562655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-1138446619351597692</id><published>2007-06-15T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T12:44:17.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror of Horrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This week has just been an awful week, first we had terrible storms early in the week, including one where water came under the door and mama was outside in it trying to get the water to drain away from the door.  Then last night the horror of horrors came to pass, we ran out of whiskas.  I am wasting away without my whiskas, I don't know what mama was thinking with not picking up some more before we ran out.  I voiced my disapproval of this whole situation but she still didn't go out and get more.  So I went and sat in the window she had opened and didn't talk to her for the rest of the night.  She better bring some whiskas home tonight or there will be hell to pay.&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/5487743944900437242-1138446619351597692?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1138446619351597692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=1138446619351597692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/1138446619351597692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/1138446619351597692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/06/horror-of-horrors.html' title='Horror of Horrors'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-4441268134659245958</id><published>2007-06-06T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:37:38.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no write...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I haven't written for a while but then again not a whole lot has been going on.  We had visitors the other weekend.  They stayed for a couple of days.  I don't really know if I liked having them around because they took mama away for long periods of time and they would get in really late.  They totally messed up my sleeping schedule.  Then of course they took my kitty tree house, but mama made that better by making me a hidey hole where it used to be.  She used one of my favorite blankets so it is really comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we slept for a very long time and I say we because I had to stay with mama while she slept.  She had gotten home late from work the night before so I guess she was a bit tired.  At least she gave me whiskas before she went to bed, we would have had some serious issues if she had forgotten those.  This morning she was very resistant to getting up and feeding me, I just don't understand it, the sun is up it is time to be up and feed the cat.  We shall have to keep working on it and hopefully one day she will finally understand the need for being up at dawn.&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/5487743944900437242-4441268134659245958?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4441268134659245958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=4441268134659245958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/4441268134659245958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/4441268134659245958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-i-havent-written-for-while-but-then.html' title='Long time no write...'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-6725536850491282084</id><published>2007-05-17T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:57:24.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here I am alone again, the mama has left me yet again for this place called "work."  She seemed happy the other day though, apparently she is starting to work somewhere else soon.  It has put her in a much better mood and I have gotten tons more lovings and tuna juice because of it, so I am certainly not complaining in the least.  I just hope she is not working all the time because I don't like being by myself.  Last night was horrible because there were storms and I don't like storms, especially when I am by myself. They didn't last very long and mama got home soon after so it was okay.  After she got home the bed mice started attacking me.  I really got them good though.  I really like mama's new comforter, it seems to have bunches more bed mice than the one she had for the winter.  I think we will have a lot of fun chasing them this summer. :)&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/5487743944900437242-6725536850491282084?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6725536850491282084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=6725536850491282084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/6725536850491282084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/6725536850491282084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/05/alone-again.html' title='Alone again...'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-3945138207906156186</id><published>2007-05-15T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:12:37.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mama upset me so much last night, she locked me in the bedroom, not once but twice.  I haven't the slightest clue but when she let me back out there was a bunch of new stuff in the living room.  But she did at least open the window for a while, so that helped a bit, and of course the Whiskas helped as well.  Thankfully, at least, she didn't cover up any of my hiding places.  Mama also got me a new chair that is so comfortable and just the right size to sleep in.  We are going to have to talk about where it is located at at the moment though, it needs to be better located for sleeping in the sun. &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/5487743944900437242-3945138207906156186?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3945138207906156186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=3945138207906156186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/3945138207906156186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/3945138207906156186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/05/locked-up.html' title='Locked up?'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-4735207533622443848</id><published>2007-05-10T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:10:38.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open windows are a must.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I haven't written in a while, but well not a whole lot has been going on and I have been slightly distracted by having the window open.  All that fresh air is wonderous and so good for a cat.  I really wish mama would leave it open more often but she keeps saying it is too hot or too cold or too rainy.  I think at any point it would be perfectly fine to have it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning she threw me a bit, she ignored me when I tried to wake her at dawn (I don't get why she doesn't want to be up with the sun, I mean who wouldn't, but I will keep trying).  So I went and got in the window to wait for her and then she somehow managed to get up before I could get out of the window.  I really like the new food she has gotten though, it looks like the other food but not as hard and much more tasty. It still doesn't replace whiskas, but since she won't bow down and give me them like she is supposed to, I suppose I will have to live with the new food.&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/5487743944900437242-4735207533622443848?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4735207533622443848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=4735207533622443848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/4735207533622443848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/4735207533622443848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-i-havent-written-in-while-but.html' title='Open windows are a must.'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-7258590750599490132</id><published>2007-05-01T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:05:55.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh horror of horrors, last night mama forgot to give me whiskas because she got home later than normal.  I tried to tell her that she forgot but she completely ignored me because she had pizza.  I of course had to investigate this pizza because of the cheesy goodness.  Mama kept trying to shoo me away from the box but I just kept going back for more.  She should know by now that cheese is made of milk and we all know that besides Whiskas, milk is a cat's best friend. &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/5487743944900437242-7258590750599490132?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7258590750599490132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=7258590750599490132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/7258590750599490132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/7258590750599490132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/05/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-6635969587028224308</id><published>2007-04-30T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:10:31.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful, Awful Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    It was another awful, awful weekend.  Mama left me alone for two whole nights, I didn't know what to do with myself.  I had to live without Whiskas for two days, I think she is secretly trying to starve me to death or something.  I tried playing with my toys but I just wasn't into it since I didn't know when she was coming back. &lt;br /&gt;    When she finally did get back yesterday I told her with fervor how terrible it was of her to leave me and not to leave out extra Whiskas. I mean she could have even left tuna juice but did she, no, of course not.  She tried to take a nap but I would not let her because she had been gone for so long, I kept telling her all the stuff that happened while she was gone but she kept trying to nap.  Finally she got up and we got in some loving time.  It still was not enough.  We are going to have to get some brushing time in tonight, my fur is starting to look positively horrid. &lt;br /&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/5487743944900437242-6635969587028224308?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6635969587028224308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=6635969587028224308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/6635969587028224308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/6635969587028224308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/04/awful-awful-weekend.html' title='Awful, Awful Weekend'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-257653723150671144</id><published>2007-04-25T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:15:07.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it has taken me a few days to write again, but I was so traumatized by the weekend.  I was awoken by this man in the yard doing something called "mowing the grass."  All I know is he was causing a lot of noise and mama wouldn't get up and tell him to leave even though I tried my hardest to get her up. Then of course when mama finally got up she left soon after and didn't get home until really late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason mama stayed home on Monday, I don't think she realizes that while she is gone is when I get to rest.  So of course she didn't understand why I had to go into the living room and sleep, she totally messed up my whole sleep schedule. I had to go and sleep on the futon of all things.  Thank goodness she went to work on Tuesday, I was able to catch up on sleep.  Although I did have issues with her going to work then too because she didn't get home until late and then almost forgot to give me Whiskas. I think we really need to have a talk about that, forgetting Whiskas, I swear, what is the world coming to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487743944900437242-257653723150671144?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/257653723150671144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=257653723150671144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/257653723150671144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/257653723150671144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-it-has-taken-me-few-days-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-4352785976583668319</id><published>2007-04-18T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:12:30.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wow, for the first time in like forever mama gave me tuna fish juice this morning.  I was so excited I didn't know what to do at first.  So of course I wolfed it all down because you never know when you are going to get more and we couldn't have it going bad now could we?  She better still give me Whiskas when she gets home. Last night for some reason we watched a video in the living room, I had to curl up under the blanket in there because it was cold.  I think we need to have a talk about it being so cold again.&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/5487743944900437242-4352785976583668319?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4352785976583668319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=4352785976583668319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/4352785976583668319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/4352785976583668319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/04/tuna.html' title='Tuna!'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-3473296670475462818</id><published>2007-04-17T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:00:56.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms and a Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    So mama apparently ended up having to work all weekend, so we got very little loving time.  She really needs to stop working so much, it really messes up the time she can spend paying attention to me.  She also forgot to give me whiskas on Saturday night, she swore up and down that we were "out" but I saw the box, there had to be more in there.  Sunday there was lots of rain, so I don't know why she would have wanted to leave the house, it was a wonderful day for sleeping.  I even let her sleep in later than normal because of the rain.  At least when she came back home she gave me whiskas and yet again dug my toys from under the bed.  Although she did move green mouse from the food bowl, I don't know why, he was hungry and she didn't seem to understand that. Of course she doesn't seem to understand that pink mouse likes to sleep with her either, so I am not really surprised.&lt;br /&gt;    Yesterday the wind was so horrible I had to sit in the front window and watch very carefully.  That man that I don't like came by again and moved a tree limb that had fallen in the road way so that mama could get home. I still don't really like him.  Once mama got home though we had lots of loving time because she was watching the news and was upset about the school shooting that had happened.  I made sure that she knew everything was going to be okay. &lt;br /&gt;    This morning I was up bright and early to make sure we could get in tons of loving time before she went to work again.  She didn't want to wake up so I sat on her and started giving her kisses until she did get up.&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/5487743944900437242-3473296670475462818?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3473296670475462818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=3473296670475462818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/3473296670475462818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/3473296670475462818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/04/storms-and-crazy-weekend.html' title='Storms and a Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-4673379440042844802</id><published>2007-04-13T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:40:17.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mama finally got home last night.  She spoke of going to this Farmville place but I don't really know much of it. I thought she was never going to get home because she left overnight, she didn't even come home to give me Whiskas.  I don't know what is wrong with her, she really needs to realize that she is not supposed to leave like that.  When she got back I told her very loudly how I felt about her being gone and she gave me Whiskas. I was still a bit miffed and showed this by not letting her pet me.  I finally had to give in though, she got all the toys out from under the bed again.  Of course she put them in the tunnel again, I don't know how I feel about that.  I of course put pink mouse in the bed with her last night to keep her company while I played with green mouse.  This morning we had a good brushing session and then played with green mouse for a while, which I suppose makes up for some of her being gone. &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/5487743944900437242-4673379440042844802?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4673379440042844802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=4673379440042844802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/4673379440042844802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/4673379440042844802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost.html' title='Lost?'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-7374815958027175983</id><published>2007-04-11T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:07:36.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys, Toys, Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last night I finally convinced mama to go on a hunt for all of my lost toys.  It was a grand ole time, with us digging under the bed with a big stick and a flashlight.  We found almost all of them... I really had been missing green mouse, he is my favorite.  I played and played with him for a long time after mama dug him out.  I don't know how I feel about her throwing him off the bed every five minutes, she doesn't seem to understand that he belongs on the bed, so I had to keep jumping down and putting him back.  She put the rest of the toys we found, blue mouse, pink mouse, snake, turtle and yellow mouse into the kitty tunnel, which I love by the way, for safe keeping.  I of course had to take pink mouse out during the night, he was cold, and put him in the bed with mama to keep her company and so that he could get warm again.  Unfortunately I "accidentally" knocked green mouse back under the bed so when mama gets home she is going to have to dig him out again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487743944900437242-7374815958027175983?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7374815958027175983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=7374815958027175983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/7374815958027175983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/7374815958027175983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/04/toys-toys-toys.html' title='Toys, Toys, Toys'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-1377897325231209840</id><published>2007-04-10T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:15:23.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy repair man visits again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently mama wanted to give me a heart attack last night.  I have told her before that I don't like that guy that comes over and fixes things but she still insists upon him coming over.  (Of course I didn't actually believe her when she said he was coming over to begin with I mean how could she do that to me?)  I don't think it would be half as bad if he wasn't so loud, but gees is he.  For some reason he actually came to the door this time and not through the stairs like normal, while I am glad he didn't go through one of my safe places I still couldn't hide there because he might leave that way.  I had to retreat to one of my other safe places, which is not a safe as it was (but that is a whole other story) by way of the bathroom and then under the dressers.  Do you know how uncomfortable it is to get under those dressers?  Uggh, if mama only knew.  Well anyways, thankfully he was only there for a little while, although I was taking no chances and stayed around my safe place for most of the night.  I think I deserve extra Whiskas for this one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487743944900437242-1377897325231209840?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/1377897325231209840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=1377897325231209840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/1377897325231209840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/1377897325231209840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/04/apparently-mama-wanted-to-give-me-heart.html' title='Crazy repair man visits again.'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487743944900437242.post-6948150215385540143</id><published>2007-04-09T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T15:35:22.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Life is Tuck is about me, Tuck, the cat.  I live a fairly pampered life, although I cannot convince my mama that I need to be more so in the form of extra Whiskas and loving each day.  I sleep hard and play hard, but still make sure to check on mama in between.  I will post here little things that happen from day to day, things that I am told make life interesting but I really don't know about that.  I sometimes think that those so called interesting things are put there just to taunt me.  But anyways, I need to cut this short, so welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487743944900437242-6948150215385540143?l=lifeistuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6948150215385540143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487743944900437242&amp;postID=6948150215385540143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/6948150215385540143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487743944900437242/posts/default/6948150215385540143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeistuck.blogspot.com/2007/04/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Syn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
