<?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-32612507</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:27:32.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots's New Family Saga</title><subtitle type='html'>Views from an ousted Princess living in a new home with royal court of kitties.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-5553571964145303395</id><published>2012-02-13T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T07:04:16.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouting Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This morning Monika came into the computer room in her work clothes and I ran away because I did not want her to go.  Bob caught me and gave me cuddles and then brought me to her so she could cuddle me too.  Then he brought me to my dish and gave me light pets while I started relaxing and eating a little.  All that ended though when I heard the garage door open, because I knew that Monika was leaving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*pout*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-5553571964145303395?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5553571964145303395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=5553571964145303395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5553571964145303395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5553571964145303395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2012/02/pouting-princess.html' title='Pouting Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8196895822201957133</id><published>2012-02-09T06:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T06:36:11.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have been kind of nervous eating at the bowl in the kitchen lately, so Monika got me my own special bowl and she keeps it on her desk for me.  None of the other kitties are aloud to eat from it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8196895822201957133?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8196895822201957133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8196895822201957133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8196895822201957133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8196895822201957133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-own-bowl.html' title='My Own Bowl'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2338431776271225382</id><published>2012-01-27T05:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T05:55:48.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picky Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Monika mixes a variety of Purina One flavors together in a big jar and we get fed from that.  However, I like the chicken flavor better than the others, so I always pester her and Bob to put more chicken flavored on top when I get hungry so I can have more of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2338431776271225382?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2338431776271225382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2338431776271225382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2338431776271225382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2338431776271225382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2012/01/picky-princess.html' title='Picky Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2953893321191251837</id><published>2012-01-25T05:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:02:27.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have a new favorite spot in the computer room.  It under Bobs' desk right in front of his feet.  He hooks his feet on the wheels of his chair, so he won't accidentally step on or kick me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2953893321191251837?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2953893321191251837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2953893321191251837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2953893321191251837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2953893321191251837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-favorite-place.html' title='New Favorite Place'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2351627267197047031</id><published>2011-11-06T06:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T06:52:14.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Exploration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This morning, when Monika went into the garage to put on some laundry, I sneaked in behind her to explore and when she left she turned the light out.  I just staid where I was because I couldn't see, but I could hear Bob calling me and saying it was time for treats.  Then Monika opened the door and turned the light back on and I came running out as fast as I could to make sure I would not be closed out in the dark again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2351627267197047031?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2351627267197047031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2351627267197047031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2351627267197047031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2351627267197047031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/11/scary-exploration.html' title='Scary Exploration'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2489464660756682345</id><published>2011-11-05T06:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T06:40:41.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trained Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure if I should be admitting this, but Monika seems to have trained me.  While she is watching TV she will whistle for me and I always come to her for attentions when she does it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2489464660756682345?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2489464660756682345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2489464660756682345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2489464660756682345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2489464660756682345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/11/trained-princess.html' title='Trained Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7312244341420766089</id><published>2011-10-22T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:30:26.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Floor Cuddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This morning, after we had our treats, I wanted some attentions from Bob so I just looked up at him.  He came over and reached down to pet me, and when I didn't reach up toward him he realized that I did not want to be picked up so he laid down in front of me and gave me cuddles right on the floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7312244341420766089?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7312244341420766089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7312244341420766089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7312244341420766089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7312244341420766089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/10/floor-cuddles.html' title='Floor Cuddles'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-5775441591742947731</id><published>2011-10-13T07:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:16:07.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nhLVETOa-Vs/TpbHPIjs4fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3fpCMaJ0SK0/s1600/Boots%2Bnew%2Btoy%2B2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nhLVETOa-Vs/TpbHPIjs4fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3fpCMaJ0SK0/s200/Boots%2Bnew%2Btoy%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662932644274168306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cg0jEATXu4o/TpbHOw0jqmI/AAAAAAAAADw/GTA7lnx_3sA/s1600/Boots%2Bnew%2Btoy.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cg0jEATXu4o/TpbHOw0jqmI/AAAAAAAAADw/GTA7lnx_3sA/s200/Boots%2Bnew%2Btoy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662932637902416482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cg0jEATXu4o/TpbHOw0jqmI/AAAAAAAAADw/GTA7lnx_3sA/s1600/Boots%2Bnew%2Btoy.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This used to be King Obsidians favorite toy.  Bob and Monika used to put feather toys on it and he would kill them and then they would have to get new toys.  One day Monika saw me playing with the laces on one of her old pairs of sneakers, so she took out the lace and tied it onto the toy to see what I would do.  I have been having a blast with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The S thing in the background is new also, but so far we don't really play with it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-5775441591742947731?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5775441591742947731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=5775441591742947731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5775441591742947731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5775441591742947731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-toys.html' title='New Toys'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nhLVETOa-Vs/TpbHPIjs4fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3fpCMaJ0SK0/s72-c/Boots%2Bnew%2Btoy%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2982120501528253472</id><published>2011-09-30T06:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T06:24:24.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playful Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Monika found the laser light this morning, and after Bob gave me my treats, she turned it on and I came running to play.  I chased the red dot all over the place and had a blast.  Then, after she put it away, I moved the cubies away from the entertainment station and laid in the bottom of the station.  Monika tried to get me to come out so she could put the cubies back, but I refused to move until she called Bob to come see.  When I heard him coming I got out and just laid on the floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2982120501528253472?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2982120501528253472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2982120501528253472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2982120501528253472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2982120501528253472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/09/playful-princess.html' title='Playful Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7625952011840816624</id><published>2011-09-24T06:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T06:24:39.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Chase</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Munchkin and I decided to have a game of chase last night.  We had a blast running all over the house and trying to ambush one another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7625952011840816624?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7625952011840816624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7625952011840816624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7625952011840816624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7625952011840816624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/09/playing-chase.html' title='Playing Chase'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8793301210224008569</id><published>2011-09-21T07:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T07:46:20.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This morning when Bob got up he came to the body pillow by the bedroom window and gave me good morning pets.  Then he said it was treat time and headed for the computer room.  I knew I had to make sure I kept his training current, so I just staid on the pillow and when he finished giving the others their treats, he brought me mine and let me eat them out of his hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8793301210224008569?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8793301210224008569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8793301210224008569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8793301210224008569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8793301210224008569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/09/continued-training.html' title='Continued Training'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-5531157477212754738</id><published>2011-08-15T05:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:55:48.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled &amp; Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This morning, while Bob was giving out treats, I just laid on the floor in the living room watching TV with Monika.  She told me that he was giving treats and that I better stop being lazy and go to the computer room, or I may not get any.  I knew better though.  As soon as all the other kitties had theirs, he brought mine to me and gave me pets while I was eating them.   I love being spoiled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-5531157477212754738?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5531157477212754738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=5531157477212754738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5531157477212754738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5531157477212754738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/08/spoiled-sweet.html' title='Spoiled &amp; Sweet'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-4893535990001468522</id><published>2011-08-06T06:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T06:49:25.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playful Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last night I was in a playful mood and Frostin and I were having fun chasing each other all around the house.  At one point I decided to lay in the doorway to the computer room and rest for a while, but then Frostin sat at the other end of the hall and looked at me.  Then Bob started saying "Get Frostin Boots.  Go get him." and I couldn't help myself.  My butt started wiggling and then my back feet started dancing and off I went.  We had a blast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-4893535990001468522?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4893535990001468522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=4893535990001468522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4893535990001468522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4893535990001468522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/08/playful-princess.html' title='Playful Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-6661649831829976759</id><published>2011-07-29T05:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:58:06.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Treats On My Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This morning when Bob was giving out our treats I wasn't really in a treat mood.  Monika even gave me pets and told me to eat my treats, but I just didn't want them, so she picked them up and gave them to Bob to give to me later.  About an hour later I came back into the computer room after wandering around the house, and Bob gave me my treats and gave me some pets and I ate them all up.  When I was done Bob kissed my forehead and told me I was a good girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-6661649831829976759?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6661649831829976759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=6661649831829976759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6661649831829976759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6661649831829976759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/07/treats-on-my-schedule.html' title='Treats On My Schedule'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8088835833057066406</id><published>2011-07-21T05:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T06:01:08.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Ricochet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This morning I was feeling very hyper, or as Bob likes to put it, my butt was on fire, but the other kitties were all sleeping.  So instead of playing thundering herd of elephants I played ricochet kitty cat.  I had a blast running all around the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8088835833057066406?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8088835833057066406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8088835833057066406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8088835833057066406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8088835833057066406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/07/princess-ricochet.html' title='Princess Ricochet'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2527195510809052605</id><published>2011-07-12T07:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T06:03:15.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Nap Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0IucDna71o/ThwrwdBhSfI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tzw40QWKWsU/s1600/nap%2Bspot.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0IucDna71o/ThwrwdBhSfI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tzw40QWKWsU/s320/nap%2Bspot.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628421745730996722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See the little gray tool box on top of the blue books?  Bob used to keep it in the spot that I am sleeping in.  He pulled it out to fix something one day and when he came back I was curled up here so he made a new home for it and told me I could keep my new napping spot.  The pretty blanket with the kitties on it is one of Munchkin's favorite napping spots also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2527195510809052605?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2527195510809052605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2527195510809052605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2527195510809052605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2527195510809052605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-nap-spot.html' title='My New Nap Spot'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0IucDna71o/ThwrwdBhSfI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tzw40QWKWsU/s72-c/nap%2Bspot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7770182726479579565</id><published>2011-06-18T08:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T08:13:58.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monika got up late this morning, but she still came to the computer room to play her game.  I jumped onto the chair next to her computer to get some attentions. And while I was there she gave me a bunch of Whisker Lickin's treats.  I was the only kitty in the room and none of the others came when she opened the bag, so I got all of them.  Only problem is that later, when Bob woke up and tried to give me treats with the rest of the cats, I was out of room.  He gave my treats to Monika to try to give me again later.  She has tried a little later, but I still didn't want them.  She just offered them to me again.  I'm hungry again, so I'm off to eat them.  Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7770182726479579565?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7770182726479579565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7770182726479579565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7770182726479579565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7770182726479579565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/06/extra-treats.html' title='Extra Treats'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-5538602512481741544</id><published>2011-06-04T06:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T06:30:59.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Kitties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have visiting kittens at the house.  They belong to Bob's sister and he and Monika are watching them while she is out of state.  They have been keeping them in the spare bedroom, but every once in a while Cocoa, the brown tabby, sneaks out and goes running around the house.  Last night she ran up to me and kissed my nose and then ran away again.  She was there and gone so fast I didn't even have time to decide if I wanted to hiss or not.  She is very good at playing chase.  She had Bob chase her around the kitchen twice and then into the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*laughs*&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-5538602512481741544?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5538602512481741544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=5538602512481741544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5538602512481741544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5538602512481741544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/06/visiting-kitties.html' title='Visiting Kitties'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-6236951489411945216</id><published>2011-05-18T05:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T05:31:12.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing With Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in a playful mood yesterday so, while Bob was on his lunch break, I got him to play chase with me.  I led him down the hall and then all around the living room.  Then I led him into the kitchen and started going around the table, but I decided to trick him.  As soon as I was at the back of the table, I jumped onto a chair and scooted all the way to the front so he wouldn't be able to see me.  He turned out to be a better chase player than I thought though, because he stopped and gave me pets while saying; "Were you trying to hide?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;from Bob;  Only reason I caught her at it was that she forgot to pull her tail in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-6236951489411945216?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6236951489411945216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=6236951489411945216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6236951489411945216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6236951489411945216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/05/playing-with-bob.html' title='Playing With Bob'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-150283839878259811</id><published>2011-05-08T07:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T07:52:36.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Monika was holding me and giving me cuddles today and Bob came up and kissed my forehead.  I told him; "No, this is Mommy's day!"&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-150283839878259811?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/150283839878259811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=150283839878259811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/150283839878259811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/150283839878259811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7719239912239395328</id><published>2011-04-21T05:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T05:51:02.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyper Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, when Bob was getting ready to go to bed, I decided that I wanted to play, so I started running all around the house trying to get him to chase me, or one of the other kitties to play thundering herd of elephants.  Bob smiled and asked me if my tail was on fire again, then he said it was time for him to go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7719239912239395328?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7719239912239395328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7719239912239395328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7719239912239395328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7719239912239395328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/hyper-princess.html' title='Hyper Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-9007593790867122401</id><published>2011-04-19T05:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T05:40:03.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, when Monika came home from work, I went running to the kitchen to ask her to put down her bowl, but she said not yet baby, your getting a special treat today.  Then she picked up 3 small cans of salmon stinky goodness and brought them to the counter.  We usually only get dry food, but she pulled out 5 bowls and portioned it out for all of us.  When she put it on the floor I came running for mine as did most of the other cats.  Munchkin finished most of hers and Obsidian ate a lot of his too, but &lt;a href="http://frostinschronicles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frostin&lt;/a&gt; only ate a little, and Ashlyn looked like she was trying to bury hers.  So after I finished mine, I just started making the rounds from bowl to bowl.  By the time I got to the last bowl I was so full I couldn't see straight.  I hope Monika gives us special treats again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-9007593790867122401?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9007593790867122401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=9007593790867122401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/9007593790867122401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/9007593790867122401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/special-treat.html' title='Special Treat'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8396486957980929689</id><published>2011-04-16T08:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T08:28:08.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing Monika</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, when Monika got home, I was very hungry so I raced her to where the food bowl goes when it is not put up.  She asked me what I wanted and I ran around all hyper, then she told me to calm down and tell her what I wanted, so I sat up nice and pretty and raised one paw to ask her to put the food down for me.  She put it down and told me I was a good girl.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8396486957980929689?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8396486957980929689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8396486957980929689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8396486957980929689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8396486957980929689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/racing-monika.html' title='Racing Monika'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-3085043353063904942</id><published>2011-04-09T07:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T07:41:24.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yummy Human Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every day while Bob is working I come up on the corner of Monika's desk to watch him and get some pets and cuddles.  One day he opened a bag of human treats called goldfish and he broke one into smaller pieces and gave it to me.  I sniffed it for a second and it smelled like cheese, so I touched my tongue to it and it tasted good too, so I ate it.  Now sometimes when I visit him on Monika's desk some times I hold up one paw to ask him for a goldfish and he opens the pack and gets me one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-3085043353063904942?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3085043353063904942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=3085043353063904942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/3085043353063904942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/3085043353063904942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/yummy-human-treat.html' title='A Yummy Human Treat'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-1868196818616051635</id><published>2011-03-22T05:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T05:35:55.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers in The House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday Bob started his new job, but he didn't go anywhere, he just sat at his computer like normal.  Then all of a sudden we all heard a strange voice and &lt;a href="http://frostinschronicles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frostin&lt;/a&gt; all the other kitties went running to hide under the bed.  I staid out and started looking for the person talking to greet him, and while I was looking I heard more voices.  I finally decided that they must all be shy because it sounded like they were all hiding behind Bobs' desk.  Then he put on the new headset with the microphone on it that his new job sent him and all the strangers stopped talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-1868196818616051635?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1868196818616051635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=1868196818616051635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1868196818616051635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1868196818616051635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/strangers-in-house.html' title='Strangers in The House'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7069839662252392106</id><published>2011-03-20T06:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T06:14:38.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>This morning I decided that I wanted to look at the blogs with Bob, so I climbed onto Monikas' desk and walked over to the corner to watch over his shoulder.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7069839662252392106?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7069839662252392106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7069839662252392106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7069839662252392106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7069839662252392106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7894303255025135695</id><published>2011-03-13T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T09:51:25.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday when Bob went to check the mail, I decided that I wanted to go outside too, so I followed him out the door and ducked behind the planter by the door.  He saw me come out, so he hollered in to Monika that I was out and then started talking to me and watching me.  Monika came to the door and told me to get my butt back inside, so I tried to get her to chase me down the path, but Bob caught me instead and handed me to her.  Then she told me that if I wanted to go outside I had to let her put the harness and leash on me so she could come along.  No thanks, it's only fun if I am free to explore on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7894303255025135695?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7894303255025135695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7894303255025135695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7894303255025135695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7894303255025135695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-adventure.html' title='My Adventure'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8343653940845791663</id><published>2011-03-09T05:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T05:21:49.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Webcam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came up on the corner of Monikas' desk to get Bob to take more pictures of me, but when he brought up the program for it, all that came up was a solid black screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*pout*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8343653940845791663?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8343653940845791663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8343653940845791663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8343653940845791663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8343653940845791663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/bad-webcam.html' title='Bad Webcam'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-3736849470338962146</id><published>2011-03-05T06:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T06:41:46.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lI-YRV3VaTU/TXIgmiH1DsI/AAAAAAAAADc/Xy_4qr2QaM4/s1600/sleeping%2Bcutie%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lI-YRV3VaTU/TXIgmiH1DsI/AAAAAAAAADc/Xy_4qr2QaM4/s200/sleeping%2Bcutie%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580558734632226498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bzOqcOvbTAw/TXIgmvRVViI/AAAAAAAAADU/wEFtcs5F8aU/s200/sleeping%2Bcutie%2B1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580558738161751586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I fell asleep next to Bobs' chair in the computer room and rolled my belly up a bit in my sleep.  Bob thought I looked very cute, so he grabbed his webcam and pointed it down at me to take these pictures.  Then when he was done he gave me soft belly rubs and let me go back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-3736849470338962146?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3736849470338962146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=3736849470338962146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/3736849470338962146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/3736849470338962146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleeping-cutie.html' title='Sleeping Cutie'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lI-YRV3VaTU/TXIgmiH1DsI/AAAAAAAAADc/Xy_4qr2QaM4/s72-c/sleeping%2Bcutie%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2746237267872106809</id><published>2011-03-04T05:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T05:46:45.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvvU1wCBmCE/TXDBLv9IWvI/AAAAAAAAADM/qEPo7XfdPUk/s1600/Boots%2Band%2BDaddy%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvvU1wCBmCE/TXDBLv9IWvI/AAAAAAAAADM/qEPo7XfdPUk/s200/Boots%2Band%2BDaddy%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580172345907632882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AmzqDdYCwH8/TXDBLUgJ0iI/AAAAAAAAADE/QqZI350Ed8o/s200/Boots%2Band%2BDaddy%2B2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 90px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580172338538336802" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjueVj6-I6M/TXDBK6GOuYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/m_v2oD6S99w/s200/Boots%2Band%2BDaddy%2B3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 90px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580172331450284418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bob set his webcam back up on his computer yesterday and when I came up on the corner of Monikas' desk to get attentions from him, he took these pictures and emailed them to her at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2746237267872106809?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2746237267872106809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2746237267872106809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2746237267872106809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2746237267872106809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvvU1wCBmCE/TXDBLv9IWvI/AAAAAAAAADM/qEPo7XfdPUk/s72-c/Boots%2Band%2BDaddy%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-308608824296293762</id><published>2011-03-01T06:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T06:44:08.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found My Gotcha Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I asked Bob and Monika what my gotcha day was and they did a little digging and found out that it is July 8th.  Bob found it in Frostin's blog and Monika found the vet bill from when they had me checked to make sure I was healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's hard to believe I have been with them for almost 6 years already.  That is half of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-308608824296293762?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/308608824296293762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=308608824296293762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/308608824296293762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/308608824296293762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-found-my-gotcha-day.html' title='I Found My Gotcha Day'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7010094005536952268</id><published>2011-02-27T07:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T07:42:50.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To Monika</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monika got tired of her characters being moved from cele in her BOI game while she was off the computer, so she started putting up notepad, so that if us kitties step on her keyboard we just leave her letters instead of affecting her characters in the game.  When Bob is playing or job hunting, and she is watching TV, asleep, or at work, I like coming across the keys to Bob for attentions, and I always leave her a note telling her that I visited him.  Bob also goes in and hits enter a couple of times after each note I leave to separate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of nights ago I confused Bob and Monika both.  I walked across the keys to Bob, and when he checked to see what I wrote and make a space for my next note, he saw the correct date and time written four times on the line.  He asked me how I did it, but I'm not telling.  Let them figure it out for themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*laughs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7010094005536952268?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7010094005536952268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7010094005536952268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7010094005536952268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7010094005536952268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/letters-to-monika.html' title='Letters To Monika'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-5933677678459105514</id><published>2011-02-22T22:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:12:30.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Kittenish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been feeling very kittenish in the evenings lately, and I enjoy running all around the house trying to get someone to chase me.  Some times Bob will play chase with me if none of the other kitties are in the mood to, but other times he jokes that I am running around the house like my tail is on fire.  My favorite kitty to play chase with is Frostin, but Munchkin is fun to play with too some times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-5933677678459105514?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5933677678459105514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=5933677678459105514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5933677678459105514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5933677678459105514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/feeling-kittenish.html' title='Feeling Kittenish'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-913086462850004079</id><published>2011-01-14T05:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T05:45:30.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Solved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been wondering for some time now why the other kitties like laying on the covers between Bob's legs?  So last night I decided to try it out.  It was kind of like laying on a heated cat bed with low walls, only it didn't get as hot as it tends to when your human holds you for too long.  Humans tend to forget that most of us kitties have built in fur coats and they want to wrap us in their covers or close their coats around us and then they wonder why we run when they try to pick us up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-913086462850004079?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/913086462850004079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=913086462850004079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/913086462850004079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/913086462850004079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/mystery-solved.html' title='Mystery Solved'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-1723710336536526977</id><published>2011-01-06T05:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T05:38:55.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing With Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I decided to mess with Bob this morning.  When he came to give me my treats, I kept walking away from him a few feet and then looking back over my shoulder at him.  I finally stopped and let him give them to me when we got in front of the food dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-1723710336536526977?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1723710336536526977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=1723710336536526977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1723710336536526977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1723710336536526977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/playing-with-bob.html' title='Playing With Bob'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8948082155945037821</id><published>2011-01-01T12:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:13:37.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night while Bob was on the computer, I decided to sleep on the chair next to him and I was in a cute mood so I laid with my belly up and my paws pulled close to my body.  Bob said I looked like a little kitten like that and he gave me bunches of belly rubs and told me what a sweet and pretty girl I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smile*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8948082155945037821?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8948082155945037821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8948082155945037821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8948082155945037821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8948082155945037821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/pretty-princess.html' title='Pretty Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8294974519488536689</id><published>2010-12-12T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T08:33:57.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Trained Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Usually if Bob needs to be reminded to clean our litters, either Munchkin, Obsidian or Frostin does it, but today I decided to give it a try.  I got him to play chase with me, then I lead him to our food in the kitchen but continued around the table.  He went around the other way to catch me, but when I got to the litter I stopped, looked at him then at the litter and back at him, and I got him.   I have to say the other cats here have him trained very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smile*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8294974519488536689?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8294974519488536689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8294974519488536689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8294974519488536689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8294974519488536689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-trained-pet.html' title='Well Trained Pet'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2441700250270903941</id><published>2010-12-04T13:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T13:43:31.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching My Busy Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bob and Monika took a bunch of plastic boxes with covers, I think Monika called them totes, out of the garage and they were going through them.  They through out a bunch of stuff and compiled the rest so they had less full totes, they even opened up the big wooden box, Monika says it is a cedar chest and got some stuff out of it.  WHen they left I jumped into that one and when Monika came back she laughed and said that I couldn't sleep in there because she had to close it again.  Then when they finally finished they put all the totes except for one back into the garage.  The one they kept out has some of her and Bob's knife collection in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2441700250270903941?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2441700250270903941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2441700250270903941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2441700250270903941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2441700250270903941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/watching-my-busy-pets.html' title='Watching My Busy Pets'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-615448595440642954</id><published>2010-11-17T05:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T05:48:22.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning I played chase with Monika.  I led her all around the house, and then when I was tired of running I just laid down and let her catch me.  Of course when she started petting me I still raised my little snarly fuss.  I can't have my pets thinking that I actually like being pet and cuddled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*wink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-615448595440642954?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/615448595440642954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=615448595440642954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/615448595440642954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/615448595440642954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/morning-fun.html' title='Morning Fun'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-1734732294888011845</id><published>2010-11-11T07:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T07:32:54.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bob and Monika are have bad financial problems right now, because Bob can no longer do the auto-auctions, and he hasn't been able to find a regular job yet.  We are hoping that since they asked him to come back for a second interview, that the place he is going to today will hire him.  Only problem is, even if they do, he will not be paid by them for 2 weeks.  That makes things kind of bad, because they don't have enough money to keep gas in the car for next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pout*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know Bob and Monika hate to ask for help, so I am interviening and asking for them.  Please ask your humans if they have some green papers that they might be able to give to my pets to help them out.  Also please ask them to purr, that Bob gets this job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-1734732294888011845?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1734732294888011845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=1734732294888011845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1734732294888011845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1734732294888011845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/please-help-us.html' title='Please Help Us'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-782113406228094988</id><published>2010-11-09T03:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T03:31:48.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day With Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I was following Bob around and when he went into the shower, I stoud up and pressed my face to the glass to try to see what he was doing.  Then, after he dried off and got dressed, I led him into the kitchen and let him know that our food dish needed refilled.  Later, after he cmae back from his interview, I jumped up onto his lap and got bunches of pets and cuddles to make up for him being gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-782113406228094988?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/782113406228094988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=782113406228094988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/782113406228094988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/782113406228094988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-day-with-bob.html' title='My Day With Bob'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-4286884637515195994</id><published>2010-10-23T08:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:01:32.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="{7D9B1EE7-74AC-4C30-B30C-1D919455C96A}" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bob and Monika have been opening the front door and then opening the screen on the outer door a lot for us lately.  I love being able to smell the fresh air and hear and see the animals.   Only problem is that every once in a while some strange human walks up to the door.  Then it is time for all of us kitties to go hide.&lt;br /&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/32612507-4286884637515195994?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4286884637515195994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=4286884637515195994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4286884637515195994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4286884637515195994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/fresh-air.html' title='Fresh Air'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-4674653935152754244</id><published>2010-10-16T08:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T08:23:20.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Chase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided that I wanted to play chase this morning, so I got Monika's attention and then ran off.  I was having bunches of fun leading her all around the house and then Bob joined the fun.  I lead them on a merry chase for a little longer and then I ran into the computer room and jumped onto my chair for attentions.  That was lots of fun, but now I think I need a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-4674653935152754244?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4674653935152754244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=4674653935152754244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4674653935152754244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4674653935152754244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/playing-chase.html' title='Playing Chase'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8794719040167123978</id><published>2010-10-13T04:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T04:07:01.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Spot To Chill</title><content type='html'>I found a new favorite place to lay.  I lay with my belly on the nice cool tile floor in the bathroom, and my chest on the carpet in the hallway, so I can do biscuits while I am relaxing.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8794719040167123978?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8794719040167123978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8794719040167123978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8794719040167123978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8794719040167123978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-spot-to-chill.html' title='New Spot To Chill'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-254280134442467008</id><published>2010-09-12T09:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:39:24.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday Bob and Monika left to do some visiting and when they came home I was so happy to see them that I started running to Monika.  Then I smelled it.  They had been visiting dogs!  I turned tail and ran and hid under the bed.  Later I came out and laid on top of the bed and Bob came in slowly and gave me gentle pets and told me that it was OK and that the dogs would not get me.  A short time after that I finally came out and got on my chair next to Monika's computer so that she could give me pets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-254280134442467008?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/254280134442467008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=254280134442467008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/254280134442467008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/254280134442467008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8930282828513218790</id><published>2010-09-07T06:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T06:23:04.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I was headed for the litter box in the living room when Bob headed towards it with the scoop, so I backed off so he could clean it and went to the one in the bathroom.  Then just as I finished the litter box moved and Bob lifted the cover off.  That is the problem with covered litters.  Our humans can't always see in to tell if we are there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*grumpf*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8930282828513218790?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8930282828513218790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8930282828513218790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8930282828513218790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8930282828513218790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/bad-timing.html' title='Bad Timing'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2883049563307599968</id><published>2010-08-24T05:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T05:46:57.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Bob</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after Bob and Frostin read the blogs, Bob sat down to read his book, but I wanted to play so I went into action.  I walked up to him and got his attention, and then when he reached down to pet me I ran off and said come chase me.  The first two times I did it din't work, but the third time he put down the book and came running after me.  I made him chase me into the computer room and jumped onto my chair.  Then when he tried to give me cuddles I ran off again, and when we got into the hallway I flopped down onto my back for a belly rub.  Bob laid down next to me and gave me bunches of belly rubs, pets and cuddles.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2883049563307599968?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2883049563307599968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2883049563307599968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2883049563307599968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2883049563307599968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-with-bob.html' title='Fun With Bob'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7981187036913167459</id><published>2010-08-16T06:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:09:04.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Impatient Princess</title><content type='html'>This morning I sat in the doorway to the bathroom and watched Bob wash and shave.  Then, when he was done, I told him it was about time, and I ran to the computer room to wait for my treats.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7981187036913167459?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7981187036913167459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7981187036913167459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7981187036913167459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7981187036913167459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/impatient-princess.html' title='Impatient Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2315749458545608234</id><published>2010-08-15T07:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T08:02:22.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing With Frostin</title><content type='html'>Last night I was laying in the doorway to the computer room, when I heard Frostin call for someone to come play with him.  I quickly ran to the end of the hallway, then hunched down and got my back feet going so I would be ready for anything.  Then I peeked around the corner, saw where he was hiding and launched myself for a great game of chase.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2315749458545608234?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2315749458545608234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2315749458545608234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2315749458545608234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2315749458545608234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/playing-with-frostin.html' title='Playing With Frostin'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-3856778324814752467</id><published>2010-08-12T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T08:03:10.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>This morning instead of going to work after Monika left for her work, Bob came back into the bedroom and took a nap with Frostin and me.  I love it when one of my humans stays home with us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&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/32612507-3856778324814752467?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3856778324814752467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=3856778324814752467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/3856778324814752467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/3856778324814752467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7306425586186255517</id><published>2010-08-07T07:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T08:05:31.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lap Nap</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Bob went into the living room and sat in the recliner to read his book.  About two minutes after he started reading, I jumped up and nosed the book out of the way so that I could climb into his lap.  He put the book down and started giving me pets and ear scritches. At first I was a little nervous and I remained standing in his lap, but after a few more soft pets I started making biscuits on his leg, and then I laid down and started purring.  Then I got real relaxed and decided to take a nap on his lap.  He continued petting me for a little bit and then he picked his book back up, but by then I was sleeping comfortably.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7306425586186255517?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7306425586186255517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7306425586186255517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7306425586186255517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7306425586186255517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/lap-nap.html' title='Lap Nap'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-6058101543732347880</id><published>2010-02-25T06:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T06:35:47.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me And Frostin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I was laying at the foot of the bed on Monika's side to take a nap, when Frostin came up and asked me to play with him.  I told him I would play later, but that right now I wanted to take a nap.  Then he decided that a nap sounded like a good idea, so he laid at the foot on Bob's side to join me.  Then Monika came in and started petting Frostin and he started wagging his tail.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first I tried to ignore his tail and take my nap, but every time I saw it move the kitten me wanted to catch it.  Soon the kitten in me won out and I grabbed it.  You should have seen him jump.  Then he turned to me and said; "What the heck?  I thought you wanted to take a nap."  I just smiled and replied; "And I thought you wanted to play?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*laughs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-6058101543732347880?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6058101543732347880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=6058101543732347880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6058101543732347880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6058101543732347880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-and-frostin.html' title='Me And Frostin'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7047667762260620428</id><published>2010-02-22T06:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:17:46.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bob and Monika left the Christmas tree up for a long time because I liked laying under it, but they finally took it down this weekend.  Monika started before Bob woke up, by taking off all the ornaments and she got a surprise when she found that one of us kitties put a fuzzy ball into the tree as another ornament.  When Bob got up, they took off the lights and took the tree apart, then Bob put all the totes away in the garage while Monika put the cat tree back where it was before they put the Christmas tree up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/32612507-7047667762260620428?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7047667762260620428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7047667762260620428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7047667762260620428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7047667762260620428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/bye-bye-christmas-tree.html' title='Bye Bye Christmas Tree'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-6280245226714796803</id><published>2010-02-13T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:55:36.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Obsidian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a folding chair in the computer room that is set next to Monika's computer.  It was originally set up for Obsidian because he likes to sit in Bob and Monika's chairs, so they gave him his own chair to sit in.  I have recently discovered that if I sit in it while Monika is on the computer, she will reach down and give me pets and she doesn't try to pick me up.  I love pets and scritches, but I don't really like being held much, so I think I am going to make that my chair instead.  I get into it every day while Monika is playing on her computer and I get bunches of pets and scritches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-6280245226714796803?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6280245226714796803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=6280245226714796803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6280245226714796803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6280245226714796803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry-obsidian.html' title='Sorry Obsidian'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-17499549005861268</id><published>2010-02-01T06:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:07:57.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Belly Toll</title><content type='html'>This morning I laid down by the kitchen entrance to set up a belly toll and Monika and Bob both came and paid it.  I love getting my belly rubbed.  It is my favorite kind of attention.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-17499549005861268?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/17499549005861268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=17499549005861268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/17499549005861268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/17499549005861268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/double-belly-toll.html' title='Double Belly Toll'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-9109484697406274370</id><published>2010-01-12T06:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:22:58.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, after they came home from work Monika went into the computer room and Bob went to Pizza Hut to get his check and to check the mail.  While he was out she caught me and washed my front paws because I had a owied claw.  Then she told Bob that she hoped that if my claw didn't hurt so much I would stop scratching the carpet.  A few minutes later I went to start scratching it again and Bob just pointed at me and said; "Boots!  You know better." so I stopped.  Then he went back to talking to Monika and all of a sudden he turned around and he was taking his belt out of his pants.  I was terrified because I thought he was going to hit me with it, but he just put it on the floor and laid next to me to give me pets and cuddles.  He said I was a good girl and he would never hit me with the belt, so I calmed back down real fast.  Then he got back up and he went and changed into his jeans and t-shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-9109484697406274370?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9109484697406274370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=9109484697406274370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/9109484697406274370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/9109484697406274370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/01/scary-moment.html' title='Scary Moment'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8154255576302477323</id><published>2010-01-06T05:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T05:57:26.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both of my humans are leaving us this morning.  I always get so scared when they both are gone because my last humans left me and never came back.  Bob and Monika always try to assure me that they would never do that, but it still makes me nervous to be left with just the other kitties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*pout*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8154255576302477323?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8154255576302477323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8154255576302477323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8154255576302477323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8154255576302477323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2010/01/both-of-my-humans-are-leaving-us-this.html' title='Sad Morning'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-5022101220592223754</id><published>2009-12-26T15:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:57:41.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bob and Monika left to go to her house Thursday morning and they just came back.  Bob tried to give us all treats and he cleaned our litters for us.  The others all ate their treats, but I refused to.  I can't be bribed that easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-5022101220592223754?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5022101220592223754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=5022101220592223754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5022101220592223754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5022101220592223754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-pets.html' title='Bad Pets'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-4650045551548374056</id><published>2009-12-22T05:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:00:20.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Gave Me Cooties!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I was sleeping next to Monika on Bob's side of the bed when he came to sleep.  He got into the bed being careful not to squish me and then started soft pets.  I was enjoying the pets so much that I turned around so I was facing the pillows instead of the foot of the bed.  Then he went and ruined it be kissing my forehead!  I had to leave after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;*grumpf*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-4650045551548374056?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4650045551548374056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=4650045551548374056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4650045551548374056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4650045551548374056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-gave-me-cooties.html' title='He Gave Me Cooties!!!'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2397658937193970903</id><published>2009-12-15T05:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:50:26.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Monika</title><content type='html'>Today is Monika's birthday.  I wish she didn't have to go to work.  That way all of us kitties would be able to spend her special day with her.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2397658937193970903?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2397658937193970903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2397658937193970903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2397658937193970903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2397658937193970903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-monika.html' title='Happy Birthday Monika'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8311638930378535923</id><published>2009-12-13T08:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:47:28.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monika's parents came over yesterday to celebrate her birthday which is this Tuesday.  I was thinking of coming out to say; "Hello" as I usually like people, but Bob came to pick me up at the bedroom door, so I played chase with him and hid under the bed.   Frostin was there and he told me that cats are supposed to hide when strangers come, and that they were always surprised when I would go out and let them all see me and give me pets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a short visit they all left and us kitties came back out and sniffed the Christmas tree, and wondered around the house and took naps and such.  Then we heard the garage door open and we knew that someone was home, so we came to see who it was, and it was all of them again.  The rest of the cats realized real fast and ran for the bed room, but I went into the computer room and laid in my favorite spot behind Monika's and Bob's chairs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bob came in a couple of minutes later and picked me up and brought me to greet everyone.  I held onto his shoulder, but I let everyone give me pets, then when Bob put me down I went to tell the others that visitors aren't so bad.  King Obsidian looked at me like I was crazy and said; "All I know is if I ever get caught in the hallway to the other rooms when visitors come again, I am not going into the computer room.  They can get you there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8311638930378535923?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8311638930378535923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8311638930378535923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8311638930378535923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8311638930378535923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-3145037137614442300</id><published>2009-11-09T07:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:25:05.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Attention From Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning I followed Bob around wanting attentions and after we all had our treats he came and laid next to me and gave me lots of soft pets and ear rubs.  Then he kissed my forehead and gave me floor hugs until I let him know I was ready to be left alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-3145037137614442300?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3145037137614442300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=3145037137614442300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/3145037137614442300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/3145037137614442300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning-attention-from-bob.html' title='Morning Attention From Bob'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-917790387635541598</id><published>2009-11-02T09:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:46:36.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Left Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning when Monika went to work, I got upset and started crying for her to come back.  Bob picked me up and gave me cuddles and told me that she would be back home this evening and that he was there, so I was not alone, but as soon as he put me down, I ran back to the garage door and started crying for her to come home again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a while I gave up crying and went to lay down under her computer desk.  I think I will stay here until she gets home and then once she does I will run and hide under the bed to let her know that I am mad because she went away instead of staying here with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-917790387635541598?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/917790387635541598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=917790387635541598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/917790387635541598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/917790387635541598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-left-me.html' title='She Left Me'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7809294347424938533</id><published>2009-10-20T04:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:06:43.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monika gave me bunches of pets when she woke up this morning, and then Bob laid on the floor in front of me and gave me head buts and kissed my forehead.  Then he kissed my paw, but when he lifted my face and tried to kiss my nose I had to run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7809294347424938533?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7809294347424938533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7809294347424938533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7809294347424938533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7809294347424938533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-many-kisses.html' title='Too Many Kisses'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-5590253393857396102</id><published>2009-10-12T11:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:06:49.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Wasn't Very Princely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning when I came into the computer room to get my treats Frostin swatted at my face.  This made me so nervous I was afraid to eat my treats around him and the other kitties.  So after Bob gave everyone else theirs, he came to me and gave me soft calming pets.  Then when I wasn't tense any more he gave me my treats and kept giving me soft pets as I ate them.  As for Frostin, Bob slapped his bottom and told him he was a bad boy.  Then he made him wait until all the other kitties in the computer room accept for me finished their treats before he let Frostin have his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-5590253393857396102?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5590253393857396102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=5590253393857396102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5590253393857396102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5590253393857396102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-wasnt-very-princely.html' title='That Wasn&apos;t Very Princely'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-684567618177988277</id><published>2009-10-04T07:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:15:35.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous Princess</title><content type='html'>Bob and Monika were at their computers so I decided to go in and get my belly tolls from them.  First Bob laid down next to me and gave me lots of soft belly pets and kissed my forehead.  Next Monika gave me bunches of belly pets and then gave me my morning treats which I did not want yet when Bob tried to give them to me.  Then Bob laid back down and gave me kisses on my belly and then started petting me again.  He gave me soft pets on my belly and my back, then he gently pet my paws and I just laid there all content.  But then he decided to kiss one of my paws and I was afraid he was going to bite it so I got a little nervous.  He said he was sorry for scaring me and gave my floor hugs and more pets, but I was still nervous, so he left me alone to calm down.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-684567618177988277?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/684567618177988277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=684567618177988277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/684567618177988277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/684567618177988277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/10/nervous-princess.html' title='Nervous Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-6741124577585349694</id><published>2009-08-23T07:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:01:55.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SpEuyQZwJOI/AAAAAAAAACM/85oCrx5LoKs/s1600-h/relaxing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SpEuyQZwJOI/AAAAAAAAACM/85oCrx5LoKs/s320/relaxing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373127271361029346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monika took this picture of me relaxing outside the computer room door.  She says I am so cute when I cross my paws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-6741124577585349694?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6741124577585349694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=6741124577585349694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6741124577585349694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6741124577585349694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/relaxing.html' title='Relaxing'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SpEuyQZwJOI/AAAAAAAAACM/85oCrx5LoKs/s72-c/relaxing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-6345122242636824576</id><published>2009-08-16T07:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:45:37.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm finally getting Monika trained well.  We played chase all around the house, and then after I laid on the spair printer stand next to Bob's desk so she could catch me, she kneeled in close and gave me pets and hugs and kisses without picking me up.  Bob on the other hand, whom I thought I already had trained, picked me up for a quick cuddle hug and then put me back down before going to make his breakfast and coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-6345122242636824576?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6345122242636824576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=6345122242636824576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6345122242636824576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6345122242636824576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/pet-training.html' title='Pet Training'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8696251494630474354</id><published>2009-07-30T04:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T04:39:21.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had lots of thunder last night and I was so scared that I couldn't run to hide.  Bob saw me laying under Monika's computer desk and shaking, so he picked me up and cuddled me until I stopped shaking and then he brought me into the bedroom and laid me on my comforter.  When he came back later I was laying calmly at the foot of the bed on his side waiting for him to come to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8696251494630474354?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8696251494630474354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8696251494630474354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8696251494630474354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8696251494630474354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/nervous-princess.html' title='Nervous Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2663674188921096753</id><published>2009-07-16T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:13:35.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Staid Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning Bob left the house through the garage twice, but he came right back both times.  He said something about trash and recyclable, and then told me that he was staying home with us today.  I'm so glad he is staying home.  I love it when he takes a nap with me and plays chase with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2663674188921096753?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2663674188921096753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2663674188921096753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2663674188921096753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2663674188921096753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/bob-staid-home.html' title='Bob Staid Home'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-4750061749808343337</id><published>2009-07-07T04:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T04:11:44.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aunt Joan!</title><content type='html'>Today is Bob's sisters birthday.  She is my favorite pet reletive.  Happy Birthday Aunt Joan!&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;*SMILE*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-4750061749808343337?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4750061749808343337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=4750061749808343337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4750061749808343337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4750061749808343337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-aunt-joan.html' title='Happy Birthday Aunt Joan!'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-5071766145710609913</id><published>2009-06-27T07:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:23:24.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Have Brownie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bob and Monika have been eating a desert they call brownies a lot lately and I like the smell of them.  I also think I may like their taste, but they wont let any of us cats have any.  They say it is chocolate and chocolate is not for kitties.  Last night, when Bob put one on his desk, I turned around and tried to sniff it, but he pointed his finger at me and said; "No."  Then when he turned away for a second I tried to grab a piece in my claw, but he caught me and said; "No." again.  I guess I will have to be either faster or sneakier next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*wink*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-5071766145710609913?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5071766145710609913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=5071766145710609913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5071766145710609913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5071766145710609913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-have-brownie.html' title='I Can Have Brownie?'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-3329903117606807722</id><published>2009-06-25T05:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T05:57:12.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Noises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was laying on the shelf next to Bob's computer when he turned on the video of Millie's Mr Karate doing his form four. It made me very nervous, so Bob turned it back off and gave me reasuring pets. I'm sorry Mr Karate, but all the; "yah" noises made me scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-3329903117606807722?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3329903117606807722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=3329903117606807722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/3329903117606807722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/3329903117606807722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/scary-noises.html' title='Scary Noises'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-853245843038469912</id><published>2009-06-23T15:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:58:01.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing With Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday while Bob was getting ready for work, I walked in the door and half way up to him, then I turned and ran back to the door. At the door I looked over my shoulder and said chase me Bob and he chased me all over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt;, then I let him catch me and he gave me bunches of pets and cuddles. I love playing chase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-853245843038469912?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/853245843038469912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=853245843038469912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/853245843038469912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/853245843038469912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/playing-with-bob.html' title='Playing With Bob'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7810163359843857603</id><published>2009-06-21T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:14:32.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Chase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today when Bob got on the computer, I came in and got on his desk to ask him to post for me. Frostin postst every morning, but I'm kind of shy so I only post every once in a while. Last night I had bunches of fun. Munchkin, Frostin and I were all playing chase, and then Bob joined in on the game. We all had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smile*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7810163359843857603?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7810163359843857603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7810163359843857603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7810163359843857603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7810163359843857603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/playing-chase.html' title='Playing Chase'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-6379802003223723758</id><published>2009-05-30T16:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:20:37.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guard Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SiGUij6RdmI/AAAAAAAAACE/BTI0_A8MPkk/s1600-h/Guard+Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SiGUij6RdmI/AAAAAAAAACE/BTI0_A8MPkk/s320/Guard+Cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341713954514237026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I am fiercly guarding the computer room door while Bob plays on the computer. You never know what kind of monster might decide to sneak in and try to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-6379802003223723758?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6379802003223723758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=6379802003223723758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6379802003223723758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/6379802003223723758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/guard-cat.html' title='Guard Cat'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SiGUij6RdmI/AAAAAAAAACE/BTI0_A8MPkk/s72-c/Guard+Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-43947910023551573</id><published>2009-05-24T09:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:45:53.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting With Monika</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/ShlO_eFQ1HI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hkyGLXxBCqo/s1600-h/Boots+and+Monika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/ShlO_eFQ1HI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hkyGLXxBCqo/s320/Boots+and+Monika.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339385685538296946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other day I sat in Monika's lap and watched TV with her for a while. She was very happy, because I usually only sit in Bob's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-43947910023551573?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/43947910023551573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=43947910023551573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/43947910023551573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/43947910023551573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/sitting-with-monika.html' title='Sitting With Monika'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/ShlO_eFQ1HI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hkyGLXxBCqo/s72-c/Boots+and+Monika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2278257307593798043</id><published>2009-05-16T09:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:19:39.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/Sg680caEC3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rZYzQXJTQ10/s1600-h/Boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/Sg680caEC3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rZYzQXJTQ10/s320/Boots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336410217645345650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bob calls this pose sitting pretty. I call it patiently waiting for my treats, or attentions, or whatever else I want at the moment.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2278257307593798043?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2278257307593798043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2278257307593798043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2278257307593798043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2278257307593798043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/sitting-pretty.html' title='Sitting Pretty'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/Sg680caEC3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rZYzQXJTQ10/s72-c/Boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2901007356633423289</id><published>2009-04-30T10:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:56:49.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud Uncle</title><content type='html'>Our Uncle Robert came over last night, but he had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;noisy&lt;/span&gt; outside monster that eats grass with him, so all of us kitties went into hiding.&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2901007356633423289?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2901007356633423289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2901007356633423289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2901007356633423289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2901007356633423289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/loud-uncle.html' title='Loud Uncle'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-1323621584919132633</id><published>2009-04-18T14:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:40:42.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning Monika called Bob and when they were done talking she switched the phone to speaker so he could talk to me.  I snuggled up to the phone and rubbed my forehead on it because I know he likes to do that with me.  I don't know if he could feel it through the phone, but Monika told him just in case and he told me that he did foreheads backs to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smile*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-1323621584919132633?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1323621584919132633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=1323621584919132633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1323621584919132633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1323621584919132633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/calling-bob.html' title='Calling Bob'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-9179699009471949528</id><published>2009-04-17T11:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:56:37.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bob is going to Monika's parents house this weekend to watch our cousin kitties while they go to visit Monika's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good because it means that we get to have Monika all to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*smile*&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/32612507-9179699009471949528?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9179699009471949528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=9179699009471949528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/9179699009471949528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/9179699009471949528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/traveling-pet.html' title='Traveling Pet'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-4964219716396107182</id><published>2009-04-12T16:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:58:27.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Back</title><content type='html'>I knew they wouldn't stay gone long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smile*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-4964219716396107182?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4964219716396107182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=4964219716396107182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4964219716396107182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4964219716396107182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/theyre-back.html' title='They&apos;re Back'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-1545672150023598061</id><published>2009-04-11T08:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:11:15.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meandering Pets</title><content type='html'>Bob and Monika have left for the weekend again.  It has been a while since they have done so though, so I guess we will let them get away with it.  This time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*wink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-1545672150023598061?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1545672150023598061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=1545672150023598061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1545672150023598061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1545672150023598061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/meandering-pets.html' title='Meandering Pets'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8911096970604137385</id><published>2009-04-02T05:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:08:44.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, while King Obsidian and I were trying to take a nap on our pets bed, Bob came in and took us off and then he took all the covers off to wash them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About an hour later we went back and explored the bed and after about half an hour of doing biscuits all over it we decided it was OK to go back to our naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then about half an hour after that he came and took us back off the bed and put all the covers back on. When he was done he put each of us back on the bed, but we had to go and do biscuits all over again to get it fully nap worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8911096970604137385?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8911096970604137385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8911096970604137385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8911096970604137385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8911096970604137385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-to-nap.html' title='Trying to Nap'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-5376457445163067209</id><published>2009-03-28T07:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:09:37.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the alarm went off this morning, Monika was already up so I ran up to the clock radio to try to figure out how to turn it off.  Bob rolled over to it and turned on the light at the same time, So I just turned to him and said; "Shut that noisy thing off!"  I'm so glad our humans are well trained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-5376457445163067209?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5376457445163067209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=5376457445163067209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5376457445163067209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5376457445163067209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/rude-awakening.html' title='Rude Awakening'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8556009802841581056</id><published>2009-03-26T06:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:10:00.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Comfortably</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I rediscovered a old favorite sleeping place. I curled up on Bob's pillow at the top of his head. He turned his head and it touched my foot, so he woke up a little and gave me pets. Then he thanked me for sleeping their and said that he missed having me up there when he sleeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8556009802841581056?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8556009802841581056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8556009802841581056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8556009802841581056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8556009802841581056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleeping-comfortably.html' title='Sleeping Comfortably'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-8427267537075989823</id><published>2009-03-21T07:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:10:20.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Informed Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monika has discovered that I like watching the new on the television. She even came into the TV room and put it on just for me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smile*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-8427267537075989823?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8427267537075989823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=8427267537075989823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8427267537075989823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/8427267537075989823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-informed-princess.html' title='Well Informed Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7904570165435345687</id><published>2009-03-17T07:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:44:26.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://karenswhimsy.com/public-domain-images/st-patricks-day-clipart/images/st-patricks-day-clipart-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://karenswhimsy.com/public-domain-images/st-patricks-day-clipart/images/st-patricks-day-clipart-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;From all of us to all of you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful St Patrick's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7904570165435345687?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7904570165435345687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7904570165435345687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7904570165435345687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7904570165435345687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-1106699685898472011</id><published>2009-03-14T09:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:24:02.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping With Our Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I climbed up onto the bed and curled up next to Monika to sleep.  She was very surprised because I usually sleep on the body pillow by the window when both of our pets are sleeping.  But if only one pet is sleeping it is great fun for us to lay down all around it and pin it to the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smile*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-1106699685898472011?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1106699685898472011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=1106699685898472011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1106699685898472011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1106699685898472011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleeping-with-our-pets.html' title='Sleeping With Our Pets'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-4904800445748788453</id><published>2009-03-11T06:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:11:10.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bob and Monika left together yesterday and I got afraid because I thought I was being abandoned again.  Then about 20 minutes later Bob came back home and saw me sitting behind the couch and looking at the door with tears in my eyes and he came over and gave me hugs.  Then he put me on my couch and started giving me pets and kisses and told me that I never had to worry about being abandoned again.  That he and Monika would always come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-4904800445748788453?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4904800445748788453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=4904800445748788453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4904800445748788453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4904800445748788453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/scared-princess.html' title='Scared Princess'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-943655306909209483</id><published>2009-02-27T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:52:09.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yucky Smelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I missed Bob while he was at work today so I gave him my best pouty face, then ran and jumped on the couch so he could sit in front of it and give me pets and cuddles without picking me up. He started with kissing my forehead and giving me long pets down my back, then switched to giving me ear rubs and that's when I smelled it. He has to wear rubber gloves at work and they make his hands smell yucky. I forgot to let him wash his hands first and now I have rubber glove smellies all over my poor furs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pout*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-943655306909209483?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/943655306909209483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=943655306909209483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/943655306909209483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/943655306909209483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/yucky.html' title='Yucky Smelly'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-1223098688939991303</id><published>2009-02-13T07:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:46:41.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monika's Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monika is back, but she is still sore from her surgery so I am keeping a close watch over her.  I can't wait until she is well enough to pay my belly tolls again.  I miss them a lot.  Bob picked me up like a baby and brought me to her so she could rub my belly, but it just wasn't the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-1223098688939991303?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1223098688939991303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=1223098688939991303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1223098688939991303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/1223098688939991303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/monikas-back.html' title='Monika&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7899391335570236131</id><published>2009-02-12T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:46:38.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Monika</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bob called Monika and put her on speaker phone so all of us kitties could hear her.  I rubbed all over the phone while she was talking to me.  She said she missed all us kitties and that she hoped she would be home soon.  Then later last night I heard the door into the garage open and I was so excited because I thought Monika was home.  I came running as fast as I could, but it was just Bob putting a soda can in the recycle bin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pout*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7899391335570236131?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7899391335570236131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7899391335570236131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7899391335570236131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7899391335570236131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-monika.html' title='Missing Monika'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-4927376598855540455</id><published>2009-01-26T07:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:29:15.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canthro's Bulletin Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://canthros-bulletin-board.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295582608290028626" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 59px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SX2wUzXdHFI/AAAAAAAAABk/CmpR-qZufkY/s320/CBB+button+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bob has a new blog. It is to advertise web based businesses or businesses with a web presence. He hopes to be able to build up a big enough reader base to attract paying customers, but for now he is doing free posts for friends and for charitable organizations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-4927376598855540455?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4927376598855540455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=4927376598855540455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4927376598855540455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4927376598855540455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/canthros-bulletin-board.html' title='Canthro&apos;s Bulletin Board'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SX2wUzXdHFI/AAAAAAAAABk/CmpR-qZufkY/s72-c/CBB+button+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2009838447137304547</id><published>2009-01-24T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:44:20.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Sleeping Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have taken to sleeping at the foot of the bed on Bob's side. I wait until Monika has gone to bed and then once I am sure she is staying there I climb up and go to my spot. When Bob comes in, he gives me pets and a kiss on the forehead before going to bed. Then he is careful to make sure he doesn't accidentally kick me under the covers as he gets in. I usually stay there for most of the night, unless Obsidian comes in, then it depends on my mood as to whether I stay or jump down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2009838447137304547?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2009838447137304547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2009838447137304547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2009838447137304547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2009838447137304547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-sleeping-spot.html' title='My New Sleeping Spot'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-7952285961747310418</id><published>2009-01-08T08:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:08:17.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monika's mother brought Bob back last night and Monika's Aunt and her boyfriend came along for the ride. All the other kitties found some place to hide shortly after they all came in the door, but I staid on my favorite couch and greeted them. They all gave me pets and told me what a pretty girl I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-7952285961747310418?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7952285961747310418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=7952285961747310418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7952285961747310418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/7952285961747310418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/bob-is-back.html' title='Bob is Back'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-4039766545570780005</id><published>2009-01-05T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:01:36.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Phone</title><content type='html'>Monika came home last night and after she put her stuff away she called Bob and gave me the phone so he could say Hello to me.  I rubbed all over the phone when I heard his voice, but I couldn't get him to come out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-4039766545570780005?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4039766545570780005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=4039766545570780005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4039766545570780005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/4039766545570780005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/bob-phone.html' title='Bob Phone'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-5175835889864895088</id><published>2009-01-01T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:52:33.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Orkut and MySpace Glitter Graphics" href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll149/glittergn/newyear/newyear007.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/happy-new-year.html"&gt;Happy New Year Glitter Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all of our friends in the cat blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-5175835889864895088?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5175835889864895088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=5175835889864895088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5175835889864895088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5175835889864895088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll149/glittergn/newyear/th_newyear007.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-2924983174581363033</id><published>2008-12-17T04:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:00:17.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guarding The Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The day after Bob and Monika put up our Christmas tree, I found one of the balls on the floor and showed it to Bob when he got home from work. Since then I have been trying to stay close to the tree as much as possible to make sure no kitties try to steal the balls again, but one of them has managed to sneak while I was eating or using the facilities twice and taken one down. Last time Bob put the ball up higher in the tree, so hopefully no kitty can reach it easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-2924983174581363033?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2924983174581363033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=2924983174581363033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2924983174581363033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/2924983174581363033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2008/12/guarding-tree.html' title='Guarding The Tree'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32612507.post-5328534964247624327</id><published>2008-12-11T16:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:29:17.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUGEqh0ytbI/AAAAAAAAABA/cdBD8Oe3IW8/s1600-h/Cat+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278646104424101298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUGEqh0ytbI/AAAAAAAAABA/cdBD8Oe3IW8/s400/Cat+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what Bob did.  He has his own &lt;a href="http://funandhobbies.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; now, and he likes posting stuff like this on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he found the original picture on &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;icanhascheezburger&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32612507-5328534964247624327?l=bootssaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5328534964247624327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32612507&amp;postID=5328534964247624327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5328534964247624327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32612507/posts/default/5328534964247624327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootssaga.blogspot.com/2008/12/clever-pet.html' title='Clever Pet'/><author><name>boots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819747709206397773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUrDVe74SMI/AAAAAAAAABM/NIY6n_rDST8/S220/Boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uBtFVpohHU/SUGEqh0ytbI/AAAAAAAAABA/cdBD8Oe3IW8/s72-c/Cat+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
