<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 14 Feb 2025 07:00:56 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Rock</category><category>Bull</category><category>Interlude</category><category>Fuego</category><category>Award</category><category>Beijing</category><category>Cats</category><category>Christmas</category><category>Frankie</category><category>Oreo</category><category>Toby</category><category>Appetizer</category><category>Cali</category><category>Felix</category><category>Freddy</category><category>Liza</category><category>Orkin</category><category>Thanksgiving</category><title>Stories From an Innocent Owner of Mad Cats</title><description>Embarrassing my cats, one story at a time.  Let the fur fly!</description><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-7680601180506619850</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2013 02:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-26T18:53:55.859-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">View my photo blog at

http://mikesphonephotos.blogspot.com</atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2013/01/view-my-photo-blog-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-2494953459563143416</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2010 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-07T08:51:58.013-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cali</category><title>The Left Behind Girls</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We like to think as a good citizen, making the right choice is easy. We believe making the decision for the better is black and white, simple. So why do we ask ourselves sometimes, “did I do the right thing” and if so, “why don’t I feel good”. 




&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cali came to be when the family in the house in front of ours </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2010/10/left-behind-girls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_026956d6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-2430197734186273569</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T07:58:42.861-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beijing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fuego</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Toby</category><title>Funny, I Don’t Recall Eating That:  or How to Get a Good Workout While Eating</title><atom:summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Being sneaky is not easy. It takes a lot of training and practice to become the master of sneakiness. Some have a natural talent and can adapt to the art fast, others like me have squeaky shoes with no hopes of ever pulling off a fast one. A true master can pull off a dastardly deed and be out of the crime zone before the poor schmuck even knows he&#39;s been victimized. </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-i-dont-recall-eating-that-or-how.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_Tobe6-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-2321853354568820025</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-30T06:00:06.243-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beijing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interlude</category><title>Interlude #5:  It’s Never Good To Name Your Pet After Inappropriate Body Parts</title><atom:summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; Yes, it&#39;s true, I once named a cat after an inappropriate body part.&amp;nbsp; No one could come up with a name and being the only female animal in the house I named her appropriately or so I thought.&amp;nbsp; One day at work my phone rang and a good friend of mine said she heard we had adopted a new kitten.&amp;nbsp; I told her yes and asked her if she wanted to see pictures of my Vagina.&amp;nbsp; </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/12/interlude-5-its-never-good-to-name-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><thr:total>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-5074073289156651405</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-16T05:00:08.071-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bull</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rock</category><title>IT’S CHRISTMAS!</title><atom:summary type="text">



&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I was a child, every Christmas morning my two younger sisters and I would wake up in the middle of the night. It was the same every year. I would wake up and tip toe to the door to peek out, then make a quick u-turn in to my sisters&#39; room. They would be awake already, both sitting on one or the others bed, giggling quietly to themselves. I would speed across the </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_Shy-1-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>26</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-1234407684709625264</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T05:00:48.877-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bull</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rock</category><title>The Wild Reindeers of Sunny California</title><atom:summary type="text">



&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the middle of the cotton and polyester blend field of snow stood the majestic wild reindeer of sunny California, unmoving, its fur thick and black as night, its eyes unblinking. I slowly crept up to the beast striving not to startle it. I reached out softly and stroked its back gently as I whispered into its ear. It seemed to calm it for it sat down, momentarily </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/12/wild-reindeers-of-sunny-california.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_Shy-1-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-3003014081522888192</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-02T06:00:07.443-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bull</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rock</category><title>Um, SURPISE!</title><atom:summary type="text">                 &amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; We plan and plot for hours or even days to find that perfect gift to surprise our loved ones at Christmas. What to get, how to get it and where to hide it for the big surprise come the morning of December 25th. We finally come up with a perfect plan for the perfect surprise when what to our wondering eye should appear, SURPISE!, just not quite the way we </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-surpise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_OldmanRock-2-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-4117776476714108008</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T07:23:32.947-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Award</category><title>Awards Everywhere</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had a story that was to post today called &#39;Funny, I Don&#39;t Recall Eating That&#39;.&amp;nbsp; I pulled it before it posted becaues I entered it into a contest and one of the rules was it could not be published.&amp;nbsp; It did not specifically say internet but a lot do and I did not want to chance it.&amp;nbsp; I will know by mid February if and where it places and if it does not place</atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/11/awards-everywhere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-6568493609213584316</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-27T07:48:28.906-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Orkin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thanksgiving</category><title>The Trusting Turkey</title><atom:summary type="text">





&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A long time ago on a special day, war broke out. Color and Joy were over taken by the cold and dreary Grays. Color and Joy knew something had to be done but what, they did not know. Far on the horizon, a hero awoke from a loud and horrendous roar emanating from his nose. Thus began the final battle of the Color and Joys against the Grays on that day of Good N Plenty.</atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/11/trusting-turkey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Garden/th_GargoyleCat2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-3925179731870518487</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 13:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T05:33:58.880-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fuego</category><title>Yes Virginia, The Cat Can Lock You Out of the House (revised)</title><atom:summary type="text">

 


&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Introduction 


&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, something happens so bizarre, so out there, that you think no one would ever believe you. Such a thing happened to me in August 2009. In fact, the incident is what inspired me to pick up writing again after two decades. I hastily created a blog site and named it aptly &quot;Stories From an Innocent Owner of Mad Cats&quot;. In my </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-virginia-cat-can-lock-you-out-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_DSC_0049.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>27</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-7280595760115671240</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 12:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T08:35:00.942-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bull</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interlude</category><title>Interlude #4: If You Have A Moustache, Get A Dog!</title><atom:summary type="text"> 
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was awakened each night to what felt like Muhammad Ali slapping me in the face. My eyes would open to find my new Kitten sitting on my chest staring at me. This happened for weeks, every night. I seem to be the only one in the house this kitten hated so much he felt the need to punch me around as I slept. I was laughed at and mocked for getting beat up by a tiny cute </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/11/interlude-4-if-you-have-moustache-get.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_BullyContemptaltered.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>29</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-8868582636859735414</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 12:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T10:22:40.106-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Liza</category><title>You Know When You’re So Scared, Nothing Comes Out Of Your Mouth?</title><atom:summary type="text">



&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At one time or another we&#39;ve all been so scared as to scream. Our mouths open wide, jaws drop to our chest and the corners of our lips are about to split as we take in the horror that is upon us. We fill our lungs to capacity for maximum sound, expecting to snap eardrums for miles. All that air goes flying out in what should have been one blood curdling scream but </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-when-youre-so-scared-nothing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><thr:total>34</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-2009615372683125164</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T10:13:02.414-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Award</category><title>Superior Scribbler Award from My Mind Wandered...</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It always surprises me when I recieve&amp;nbsp;an award from someone.&amp;nbsp; I write my post and put them out there for the world to read not knowing if they are going to be loved or hated.&amp;nbsp; Preferably loved but it&#39;s alright if some are not, they are&amp;nbsp;mine and I still love them&amp;nbsp;in all there imperfections.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I started this blog on Aug 10, </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/10/superior-scribbler-award-from-my-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pvw49Ds42UxkXaqQr5_tj2SjFeY37ZQFK0iiW8Z2RWMLRDxn9T34gCgO2hncWZoFkl39GeXQR9AQLlB_wl3CWx3kd_7u__KiYjZEhDGXi7kZhudRXsTcQOrt6_cm8T7WzhZ2VaoQ98Vz/s72-c/scribbleraward.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-8107783875970070149</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 11:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:46:41.455-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interlude</category><title>Interlude #03:  You Named Your Cats After What???</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A long time ago, back in middle school, a friends family had two cats.&amp;nbsp; Their names were Trix and Coco Puffs.&amp;nbsp; I asked him one day who named them and he told me his Dad.&amp;nbsp; I replied &quot;I take it your dad likes cereal a lot&quot;.&amp;nbsp; He replied, &quot;no, hookers&quot;.</atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/10/interlude-03-you-named-your-cats-after.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><thr:total>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-312743071867446232</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:46:32.369-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rock</category><title>Curiosity Didn’t Kill The Cat, But I’m In Critical Condition:  Run Away, RUN AWAY!</title><atom:summary type="text">



&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We all have are phobias, whether it be reptiles, things under the bed or midget clowns from space, there is something that scares us. Most of it is irrational, we can&#39;t be hurt by it but in our minds it will cause a slow and excruciating death. For me, I have a very common phobia; spiders, I just take it to the extreme. 


While hiking one day with some friends, we </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/10/curiosity-didnt-kill-cat-but-im-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_RockBull6-15-031.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-4004283437156725578</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:45:53.217-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Appetizer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interlude</category><title>Interlude #02:  Halloween Treats</title><atom:summary type="text">A Friend of mine made this one year for a halloween party.&amp;nbsp; People are still talking about it to this day.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m actually thinking of making this to take into work.&amp;nbsp; What do you think?

Here&#39;s a great Idea for a Halloween treat to take to a party.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s simple to make and&amp;nbsp;very tasty.&amp;nbsp; The presentation alone will have you the talk of the town for weeks.&amp;nbsp; </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/10/interlude-02-halloween-treats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-1419826614063862868</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:45:16.876-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Freddy</category><title>I Think Your Cats Mooning the Dog</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Moving is a traumatic experience for most of us. It&#39;s the same routine every time, the packing, the unpacking, the trying to figure out where you got everything from and why in the hell you still have it. Moving is traumatic and if you have a pet it&#39;s even harder.


&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Imagine my surprise, when I and my cat Fred moved into a house with three other </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-your-cats-mooning-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><thr:total>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-5359069278785058617</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:44:39.369-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interlude</category><title>Interlude #01:  Score One for Originality</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I asked my Boss if I could go home early and she asked why.&amp;nbsp; So I told her my cat had gas, was constipated and I was afraid it might explode.&amp;nbsp; She let me go home on account of originality.</atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/09/interlude-01-score-one-for-originality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-3257630887835589202</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 19:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:43:40.169-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Award</category><title>We interrupt this program…</title><atom:summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Recently I received the Kreativ Blogger award from La Jenno. With it, I am supposed to thank the person who gave it to me so La Jenno at The Life and Times of La Jenno, thank you so much. Also, I am supposed to tell 7 things you may not know about me. I have had a tough time the last few days grappling with how to do this in my blog. Did I want to go 7 serious things or 7</atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-interrupt-this-program.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-1745729620883175219</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 16:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:43:30.958-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rock</category><title>Close, But No Cigar</title><atom:summary type="text">



&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As we drive down the road with our pristine print out of MapQuest sitting beside us unlooked at, we wonder &quot;where am I?&quot; Our second thought is usually, &quot;how did I get here?&quot; It never occurs to us to actually READ the thing we printed out. We briefly think to ourselves, should we ask for directions, but that thought disappears as quickly as the life of the bug that just</atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/09/close-but-no-cigar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_OldmanRock.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-1963147306674325163</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 19:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:43:06.121-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fuego</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Toby</category><title>Are You Insane?!</title><atom:summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Through out our lives we pass by many people. We pass each other at work, in the grocery store, in our own neighborhood. Some we stop and talk to and others we pass up. Some we downright run away from. In a split second we make a decision based on their looks, the way they walk, their mannerism. We know nothing about them yet we make our choice. We don&#39;t do this with </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-insane.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_Tobe6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-5382678607233494516</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:42:49.756-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beijing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bull</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rock</category><title>Who Ate The Bread?!</title><atom:summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When it comes to food, we all have are dislikes and likes. Some of us will eat anything and others are picky. We starve ourselves all day because nothing looks good or we gourd ourselves to the point of exploding because it all looks delicious. We make more decisions about food everyday than anything else, do we eat out or do we cook at home, do we eat healthy and light</atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-ate-bread.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_Beijing1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-6726617595319974431</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:42:10.710-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rock</category><title>Cat Farts!</title><atom:summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let&#39;s cut to the chase, everyone farts. We spend our entire life coming up with unique ways to blame it on anything and everything. We are embarrassed by it yet we all do it. Fill a room with 30 people and an all too familiar smell and you would get 30 comments along the lines of &quot;I didn&#39;t do it&quot;, &quot;I don&#39;t smell anything&quot;, &quot;did something just die?&quot; It&#39;s in our nature, </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/09/cat-farts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss224/HBMike2000/Our%20Pets/th_ROCKSOTTOMAN.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-3526823312291977092</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:41:56.901-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Frankie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oreo</category><title>Oh, You’ll Notice Me Alright! (Part 2)</title><atom:summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some cats are fat, some are skinny. Some run around like crazy while others lie around all day. Some cats are perpetually happy while others have wild mood swings. Some are smart while others, well, not so much. They come in all different colors and sizes but they all have one thing in common. They want to be noticed. They crave love and attention just as we do. The next </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-youll-notice-me-alright-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2477196050090550798.post-3872026776085076694</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:41:56.901-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Frankie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oreo</category><title>Oh, You’ll Notice Me Alright! (Part 1)</title><atom:summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cats are like people in many ways. They have good moods and bad moods. Sometimes they want to play and other times they want to be left alone. Most of all though, just like us, they crave love and attention.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was in my early 20&#39;s fresh from moving back to California, living with my fiancée at the time and seven other people. Money was hard to come by </atom:summary><link>http://hbmike2000.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-youll-notice-me-alright-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Innocent Owner Of Mad Cats)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item></channel></rss>