<?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-3788118700954832910</id><updated>2012-02-20T11:36:52.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I am Biscuit!</title><subtitle type='html'>We are the cats that will answer your cat's questions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6522289212798400961</id><published>2012-02-19T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T10:42:08.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like" my sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vote for my sister on facebook to win the Fixed and Fabulous Contest! The pet with the most "likes" on Feb. 29 at noon wins! So, please like my sister's picture. She really wants to win, she won't shut up about it..&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150612424149378&amp;amp;set=a.10150574532984378.422717.53660089377&amp;amp;type=3&amp;amp;theater" target="_blank"&gt;click here to like&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Marshmallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6522289212798400961?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6522289212798400961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2012/02/like-my-sister.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6522289212798400961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6522289212798400961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2012/02/like-my-sister.html' title='&quot;Like&quot; my sister!'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-2070503104573029239</id><published>2011-08-28T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:18:02.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Member</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey everyone! You know our little sibling &lt;a href="http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/apollo.html"&gt;Apollo&lt;/a&gt;. Well he is going to start to answer questions with us! He is very excited, and I hope you guys send him lots of meows and purrs.  After all he is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Savannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-2070503104573029239?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2070503104573029239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-member.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/2070503104573029239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/2070503104573029239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-member.html' title='A New Member'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6620061905210626385</id><published>2011-08-17T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:32:41.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Ruff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Catgirls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dog and my name is Ginger. Cats don't like me, but I don't know why! I love to play with them, though all the time try to play they run away from me. What do I do to get the cat to play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ginger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ginger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are playing to ruff to the cat.  Honestly that is what it sounds like, I hate it when dogs try to play with me, the bark way to loud and their tongues hang out like that want to bit me, but no they just want to play.  Try to play nicer to the cat, it will work a whole lots better. Unless you scared the cat so much that is won't let you near him/she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6620061905210626385?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6620061905210626385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-ruff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6620061905210626385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6620061905210626385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-ruff.html' title='To Ruff'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6873985590468895840</id><published>2011-08-14T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:13:52.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Catgirls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like your website (even though I am a dog).  My sister is a dog and she REALLY doesn't like cats. My Mom would like to adopt a cat but she is afraid my sister would not be nice to one. I would like a cat too. Do you think we can teach my sister to be nice to cats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Your friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Bucky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I am sure that you can teach your sister to be nice to cats. Try to tell your sister that cats aren't all that bad, some cats are really nice to dogs. Maybe your sister is afraid of cats because they might hurt her. Ask her why she doesn't like cats, and then tell her that cats aren't all that bad. If she is nice to the cat, then the cat will be nice to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Marshmallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6873985590468895840?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6873985590468895840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/nice-to-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6873985590468895840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6873985590468895840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/nice-to-cats.html' title='Nice to Cats'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-3216224133273270944</id><published>2011-08-09T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T17:06:06.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Cat sister's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I love food. Especially the treats mommy gives me for being good, but the problem is, the stupid vet told her not to give me anymore food!!! I can only have one meal a day. It is torture! I hate it! Why are they doing this to me anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Casey the Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Casey the Cat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think the reason your mommy did this to you because you need to be on a diet. IT sounds like you have eaten way to much and that can interfere with your health. Biscuit my brother, he was very fat. Though he was as healthy as a horse.  Try to look on the positive side. After your diet you might be able to get a few treats like you used too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-3216224133273270944?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3216224133273270944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3216224133273270944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3216224133273270944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-7705591058152172413</id><published>2011-08-07T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:00:20.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;We are now taking questions from other animals! For example: dogs, birds, fish, etc. So, now other animals have a chance to ask some questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Savannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-7705591058152172413?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7705591058152172413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7705591058152172413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7705591058152172413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/animals.html' title='Animals'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-5698709789743943086</id><published>2011-08-04T10:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:36:44.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apollo 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;As most of you kitties know the new kitten, Apollo. His whole name is Apollo 15.   Every night he sleeps on my mommy bed like Biscuit use to, and every morning when he wakes up, he runs trying to beat me down stairs.  I always win though, with my long legs.  Sometimes, I let him win so he doesn't feel bad.  When mommy comes down stairs finally, Apollo starts to act his role.  He starts to squint his eyes, and shake like he is shivering, and meows the most pitiful meows ever!  Why does he do this? I asked him once, and he said that he wants FOOD. When he says "food" he means milk and cheese.  Most of the time he gets what he wants, I know it won't work for me because I am not a kitten, so sometimes I steal the food from Apollo. I know, I know, it sounds a bit harsh to steal a kittens milk and cheese, but if you were hungry and your little sibling was eating cheese up front of you, you probably would do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Marshmallow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-5698709789743943086?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5698709789743943086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/apollo-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5698709789743943086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5698709789743943086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/apollo-15.html' title='Apollo 15'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-1474653798483609032</id><published>2011-08-02T07:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T07:30:01.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Cat sister's,&lt;br /&gt; I love my mommy and daddy so much that I gave them a present. (A mouse) Well it turns out that the little human didn't like it, so she started to scream and run out of the room. Mommy took the present outside and through it in the forest.  Daddy started to pet me and told me don't do it again. Why don't they want the present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cheekie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Cheekie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The humans don't respect us. They think that dead mice, rats, and etc. are all disgusting. I don't understand for sure either, but I do know one thing don't keep bringing a dead animal.  Some humans understand that bringing a dead animal is a present for them, but they don't like it.  My mommy probably wouldn't like it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Savannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-1474653798483609032?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1474653798483609032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1474653798483609032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1474653798483609032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/present.html' title='A Present'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-314560738285551171</id><published>2011-08-01T12:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:36:43.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey humans all around, I found out to day is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hug your Cat Day&lt;/span&gt;.  This holiday was made specially for us cats to get a hug, so we can always remember you love us, so remember to give your feline friend the biggest hug you can give.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-314560738285551171?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/314560738285551171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/cat-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/314560738285551171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/314560738285551171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/08/cat-holiday.html' title='Cat Holiday'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-612646851415370731</id><published>2011-07-31T12:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:28:13.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Cat sisters,&lt;br /&gt;I live alone with my mommy in her apartment, it isn't like it is a bad thing, but I get so lonely. I want a playmate with me. All the time mommy leaves I am in the house alone, and then I get bored. So, bored that I start to push things off the counters and break them.  When mommy gets home she gets very upset, though she doesn't punish me at all.  How can I tell her I want a playmate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wanting a Playmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Wanting a Playmate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Try meowing sadly to make her feel all guilty for you. This always works for me when I want some milk.  Sleep in her lap more often, follow her everywhere in your apartment. Then she will realize you want A LOT of attention, and she might find out that she doesn't have enough time to give you all that attention, so she might get you a play mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Marshmallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-612646851415370731?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/612646851415370731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/612646851415370731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/612646851415370731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-5723593314355556108</id><published>2011-07-29T14:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:09:48.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Cat sisters,&lt;br /&gt;I have never understood the reason for Caturday, even though I am a cat. My playmates Reese's and Peanut Butter are in LOVE with Caturday. The thing is, I just don't understand why! Why, do all the cats on the internet celebrate Caturday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hershey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Hershey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Caturday is a day for ONLY cats to have a day just for them. In human talk, it is called a Saturday, on Caturday you normally just have a day all about yourself. Mostly it is just on the internet where humans get all crazy with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/tag/caturday/"&gt;Caturday pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Marshmallow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-5723593314355556108?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5723593314355556108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/caturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5723593314355556108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5723593314355556108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/caturday.html' title='Caturday'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-647296384891364091</id><published>2011-07-28T12:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T12:20:15.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Cat sister's,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am 5 year old dog named Katie. I was wondering if you can help me? My owners have a cat named Rada and I think we could be good friends, but when I try to play with her she hisses and runs away and occasionally scratches my nose. Can you give me some advice on how to get her to like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Katie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that you should show her that you aren't going to hurt her. Most the things that a cat worries about is a dog, and trust me I should know. For example, the dog that lived with me named Ginger ALWAYS wanted to play, but I hated it because I thought that she was going to hurt me. If you want to play with Rada, try being gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Savannah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-647296384891364091?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/647296384891364091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/doggy-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/647296384891364091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/647296384891364091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/doggy-question.html' title='Doggy Question'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-2250313058185791179</id><published>2011-07-26T23:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:59:42.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; Kitties, listen up! We know that we have changed out minds about updating Biscuit's blog many times, but the only reason we didn't wright much is because we never got any questions.  We will be writing again, but not just your answering your question's, but we are also going to post a lot of other things. This time we will stick to it, no matter what! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With lots of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Savannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-2250313058185791179?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2250313058185791179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/2250313058185791179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/2250313058185791179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-4571839821935960619</id><published>2011-07-21T15:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T15:08:40.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retiring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey everyone, we decided to take a break on this blog. I am sorry, it is hard for us to do this. Though we don't have as much time as we used to. Thank you for understanding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gogo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Savannah&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Marshmallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-4571839821935960619?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4571839821935960619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/retiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/4571839821935960619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/4571839821935960619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/retiring.html' title='Retiring'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-3468176027699103322</id><published>2011-07-18T14:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:22:23.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apollo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you kitties know, we have a new&lt;br /&gt;playmate in our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEu1tTtQoNk/TiR5CdUS9UI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HGjFEQTFGAQ/s1600/DSCN8838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEu1tTtQoNk/TiR5CdUS9UI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HGjFEQTFGAQ/s200/DSCN8838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630758517256418626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is 7 weeks old and he is very very playful, I can't get any sleep with&lt;br /&gt;him, Marshmallow and Savannah in the house!&lt;br /&gt;He has golden, orange eyes and he is a&lt;br /&gt;ginger orange white cat.&lt;br /&gt;He loves on everyone he sees.&lt;br /&gt;And this special kitty is....&lt;br /&gt;Apollo!&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/3788118700954832910-3468176027699103322?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3468176027699103322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/apollo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3468176027699103322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3468176027699103322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/apollo.html' title='Apollo'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IEu1tTtQoNk/TiR5CdUS9UI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HGjFEQTFGAQ/s72-c/DSCN8838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6760983352347944764</id><published>2011-07-16T17:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T17:51:15.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Catgirls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I grew up with dogs, so I am not afraid of them.   Though I hear all these stereo types that say all cats are afraid of dogs,  which is not true! Why do people assume things that aren't true? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love always, Brownie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Brownie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have had dogs in my life before also, but I think what they mean is that MOST cats hate and are scared of dogs. I understand that many stereo types aren't true, and yes they start to get annoying also, but I don't know why humans assume things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; Marshmallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6760983352347944764?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6760983352347944764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6760983352347944764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6760983352347944764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-887036481166368722</id><published>2011-07-13T17:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:29:39.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Kitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Catgirls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an older kitty, about 15 human years old, and recently I've overhead  my parents talk about the possibility of having a new kitten come to  live with us. I don't think I would like a little annoying fuzz ball  bothering me, running around all the time, chasing balls and weird  stuff. You know how kittens are. How can I make myself feel better about  a little sister or brother? Also, if they get a new kitty, does that  mean they will no longer love me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Rada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Rada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am 11 years old, so I know how you feel.  I had so many kittens in my life time I lost track.  No, they will ALWAYS love you, but if you do have a new kitten in your household then you should become friends with him/her.  Though remember , the kitten will play all the time. Trust me. I know.  They are non stop energetic furry things that look just like us.  Make yourself feel better by playing with the kitten. Think that having a little sibling as a best friends isn't all that bad.  Don't think of the worst, it will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-887036481166368722?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/887036481166368722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/future-kitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/887036481166368722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/887036481166368722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/future-kitten.html' title='Future Kitten'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-159276199730668548</id><published>2011-07-10T19:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:22:12.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ear Catgirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love to climb, but one problem.  I can't ever get back down! Last time, my mommy had to get a ladder and take me down for that stupid tree. And now I can't go back outside anymore. What can I do!? I love climbing soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Big Kitty18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Big Kitty18,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I understand that you love to climb trees, but maybe it is just best for your safety.   Your mommy probably loves you so much that she can't loose you.  That is why she doesn't want you climbing trees.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Savannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-159276199730668548?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/159276199730668548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/stupid-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/159276199730668548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/159276199730668548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/stupid-trees.html' title='Stupid Trees'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-610894397096480197</id><published>2011-07-09T08:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T08:45:44.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Collars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Catgirls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My daddy got me and my sister these collars, and they are suppose to keep the fleas away.  But before we get the collars, we have to get a BATH!!! I hate baths!!! I think all cats do.  I don't want a bath, but I want the flea killing collar! What do I do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Claire, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I would recommend you taking the bath, because all of us have  to have a bath sooner or later.  Also, if you want those collars badly then you have to take a bath.  I hate baths myself, though I still have to take them even though I am old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Gogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-610894397096480197?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/610894397096480197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/collars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/610894397096480197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/610894397096480197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/collars.html' title='Collars'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6610825773660541302</id><published>2011-07-08T19:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:05:09.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey cats out there! Savannah is badly sick, and we would like it if all you kitty friends out there to please pray for her! She has gotten a lot better thanks to the vet, but she is still sick.  Thank you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We haven't gotten any questions in! So send some, don't be shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6610825773660541302?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6610825773660541302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6610825773660541302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6610825773660541302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-4580020356454643470</id><published>2011-07-05T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:43:01.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Part of the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCRfCefcQgQ/ThCuCcLkCsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nNnpJQleSHc/s1600/DSCN8548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCRfCefcQgQ/ThCuCcLkCsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nNnpJQleSHc/s320/DSCN8548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625187291533413058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and the new kitten&lt;br /&gt;named Apollo 15.&lt;br /&gt;He is orange and very energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ml-05DjNc1o/ThCvmtfzItI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LbJGC4t3vio/s1600/DSCN8608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ml-05DjNc1o/ThCvmtfzItI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LbJGC4t3vio/s320/DSCN8608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625189014168609490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Tank!&lt;br /&gt;A boxer puppy, who is asleep right&lt;br /&gt;now, if you didn't not already notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I think Apollo and Tank will become like, Milo and Odis!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&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/3788118700954832910-4580020356454643470?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4580020356454643470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/newest-part-of-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/4580020356454643470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/4580020356454643470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/newest-part-of-family.html' title='Newest Part of the Family'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCRfCefcQgQ/ThCuCcLkCsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nNnpJQleSHc/s72-c/DSCN8548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-3707741348378067184</id><published>2011-07-04T00:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:20:01.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Americ -NYAN Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Happy Happy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tzg8bAdASgA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tzg8bAdASgA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 4th of July felines!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a wonderful 4th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love the Cat Sister's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-3707741348378067184?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3707741348378067184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/americ-nyan-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3707741348378067184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3707741348378067184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/americ-nyan-cat.html' title='Americ -NYAN Cat'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-5766356206332045148</id><published>2011-07-03T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:47:01.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear Cat Girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My daddy put me in this box like thing that was very dark, then he put me in the big car. I don't know where we went after that, but all I remember is coming back to a place I didn't even recognize! I wanted to go back home, but my daddy was bringing in more and more boxes! I knew what was happening,  I saw it on a movie once... we were moving. I want to go back home, but I can't!  What should I do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Moving isn't easy, I had to deal with it when we moved houses in 2008, but when we stayed in the house a few days, we got used to it.  After the shock of wanting to go home, it will get better!  Explore the new place, smell new scents, and meet new kitty friends.  It will get better, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Gogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-5766356206332045148?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5766356206332045148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5766356206332045148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5766356206332045148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-house.html' title='New House'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-1386071517588056357</id><published>2011-07-02T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T11:20:00.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biscuit's facebook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Hello, my feline friends! As you know, we now have a fan page for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hello-I-am-Biscuit/214306735273980#%21/pages/Hello-I-am-Biscuit/214306735273980?sk=wall"&gt;Biscuit's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and we hope that it will get many likes, and fans. Our mommy spent lots of time trying to make it, so we hope you will like it.  The fan page will also, keep you updated on Biscuit's blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Marshmallow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-1386071517588056357?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1386071517588056357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/biscuits-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1386071517588056357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1386071517588056357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/biscuits-facebook.html' title='Biscuit&apos;s facebook!'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-5072012361488412630</id><published>2011-07-01T14:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T14:33:51.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gogo&lt;br /&gt;11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes, long black fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDDadHuQp6A/TgzfXNIY-QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4f0g_ltH1Ms/s1600/DSCN7409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDDadHuQp6A/TgzfXNIY-QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4f0g_ltH1Ms/s320/DSCN7409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624115624433744130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marshmallow&lt;br /&gt;1 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes, short white fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AK43ycABtdM/TgzfXdm3DAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XASsxIP6UwM/s1600/DSCN8296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AK43ycABtdM/TgzfXdm3DAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XASsxIP6UwM/s320/DSCN8296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624115628856511490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Savannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes, and a Ragdoll mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytsfG4bmEMY/TgzeJtuADiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_DAgz1X-eTg/s1600/DSCN7471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytsfG4bmEMY/TgzeJtuADiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_DAgz1X-eTg/s320/DSCN7471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624114293151632930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the cats that will be answering all your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3788118700954832910-5072012361488412630?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5072012361488412630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/cat-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5072012361488412630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5072012361488412630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/07/cat-girls.html' title='Cat Girls'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDDadHuQp6A/TgzfXNIY-QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4f0g_ltH1Ms/s72-c/DSCN7409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-8681967345757714981</id><published>2011-06-30T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:27:55.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Cat Girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Paris and I'm 4 years old. I'm a  Maine Coon Cat, so I'm very furry and affectionate and very big for my  age. Since I'm a boy cat, I like to play-fight sometimes, but my sister  cat doesn't like play-fighting even if it's just chasing and pouncing.  The funny thing is that she's very good at catching mice. She's a much  better hunter than me! Can you suggest some good cat games that she and I  could play together? (My mom can help.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Paris,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Get a piece of string, tie a feather on the end of it, and have your mommy run around the house while you guys chase it.  My mommy does it all the time and my sister's and I chase the feather everywhere around the house, and it is FUN! This game is very fun for me and my sister's, and I am sure it will be fun for you and your sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Savannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-8681967345757714981?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8681967345757714981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/games.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/8681967345757714981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/8681967345757714981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/games.html' title='Games'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-248887606447693753</id><published>2011-06-26T21:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T21:39:26.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biscuit's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello I am Gogo, Biscuit's older sister.  We don't want Biscuit's blog to stop so, Savannah, Marshmallow, and we will write and take turns writing to all you kitties who have questions.  Biscuit might be long gone from our lives, but never absent from our hearts.  All you cats out there please send your questions in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Gogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-248887606447693753?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/248887606447693753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/biscuits-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/248887606447693753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/248887606447693753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/biscuits-blog.html' title='Biscuit&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6770106184605175513</id><published>2011-06-24T08:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T12:24:18.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear Feline friends,&lt;br /&gt; I am speaking to you now that I have crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge. To some of you this will be very shocking, others will be sad and morn. But please, do not grieve and cry to each other. The Rainbow Bridge is a wonderful place. Happiness, yummy food, and lots of furry friends to play with.  The only part I don't like is not having one special person here with me, my mommy.   She is grieving so bad, that I wish I could go and see her for one last time to make her happy.  Please pray for her, she needs it badly. Most of  you will ask what happened, but I will not tell, because it is way to sad.  I love you all and this has been a great blog for me to write with all of you.  I might and might not update this, but I will miss this world, but as I go and move forward to the Rainbow Bridge I will wait for my mommy and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6770106184605175513?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6770106184605175513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/rainbow-bridge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6770106184605175513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6770106184605175513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/rainbow-bridge.html' title='Rainbow Bridge'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-4962397184254905922</id><published>2011-06-19T12:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T12:37:32.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello my dear kitty friends, it is fathers day! My mommy hung some papers around the house for her dad, and he was so happy about it. Don't forget to tell you dad Happy Father's Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biscuit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-4962397184254905922?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4962397184254905922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/4962397184254905922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/4962397184254905922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day!'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-8931176496101238792</id><published>2011-06-13T17:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:41:26.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cubes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird if I like ice cubes in my water when I drink it? My siblings make fun of me because it is different. The reason I like it is because it is cold and more refreshing. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Toby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Toby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No I do not think it is weird at all. Honestly I sometimes have my mommy put s few ice cubes in my water. All my other siblings like it too, but tell your siblings they should try it. Because it is a lot more refreshing and I think it gives it a better flavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-8931176496101238792?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8931176496101238792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/ice-cubes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/8931176496101238792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/8931176496101238792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/ice-cubes.html' title='Ice Cubes'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-7209765345926601744</id><published>2011-06-10T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:48:48.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This is basically what I have done this beginning of Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfDtZhtrfQ0/TfLlUo46i7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wM9gQ0ouiiE/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfDtZhtrfQ0/TfLlUo46i7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wM9gQ0ouiiE/s320/Picture%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616803828020710322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is better than sleeping on the porch outside and having&lt;br /&gt;my mommy sit on the rocking chair beside me.&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/3788118700954832910-7209765345926601744?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7209765345926601744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7209765345926601744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7209765345926601744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-summer.html' title='My Summer'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfDtZhtrfQ0/TfLlUo46i7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wM9gQ0ouiiE/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-563315001611782267</id><published>2011-06-07T08:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:05:00.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=":9s" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;div id=":9t"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Default Sans Serif,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hello Biscuit,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My  name is Nonose and my brother is Ollie.  We like your website, our  Nonna reads it to us.  I would like you to tell her that it is okay for  us to stay out all night, now that it is summer.  You get to do it, and  we want to stay out, too.  Nonna says we have to come in, because there  is a fox that lives in the field down the street, and she will catch us  and eat us.  I think Nonna is just trying to scare us because she treats  us like babies.  Do foxes eat cats?  Would it be okay for us to stay  out all night?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Thanks for your help,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="times new roman" style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;Nonose and Oliver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Dear Nonose and Oliver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I stay out all night my mommy gets mad, because she likes me to sleep on the foot of her bed with her every night. And when I am out in the dark all by myself I sometimes get scared. I honestly have heard some stories of foxes eating baby kittens, not full grown cats, but they can kill us. So, I would stay away from them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I don't think it would be safe to stay out all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Your owner is right, even she is treating you like babies. It is better to be treated like a baby than get eaten, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/3788118700954832910-563315001611782267?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/563315001611782267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/foxes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/563315001611782267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/563315001611782267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/foxes.html' title='Foxes'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6305680911168321350</id><published>2011-06-06T14:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:43:29.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Stay Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;  It is Biscuit and my mommy left me outside ALL night a day ago, and that made me  mad, but I think I should have came in when she called for me to come  in. I stayed close by the house so I wouldn't get lost.  So, for future refernce I say that you kitty cats should  just go outside in the night it is cooler. Though remember, ALWAYS go inside when your owner calls for you to come home. I bet you felines don't want to get stuck outside in the night.&lt;br /&gt;   My kitty friends! I know it is a lot of fun to stay outside and since we are all wearing fur coats, it is VERY important to stay cool.  Here are some ways to stay cooler during the hot days of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Drink LOTS of water. Water keeps you hydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stay in the shade, if you want to be in the sun and take a nap that is fine. Did you know that darker colors absorb more heat than lighter colors. So, keep that in mind all kitties who have black, brown, or gray fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  When your owner opens the door, to let you in, take it! Take a break inside, eat, have a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are more of a night kitty than a day kitty then go outside during the night, it is normally cooler during the day. Sometimes the nights can be very hot though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6305680911168321350?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6305680911168321350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-stay-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6305680911168321350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6305680911168321350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-stay-cool.html' title='How to Stay Cool'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-5927968630225939022</id><published>2011-06-05T15:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:46:10.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have three kittens, and one mate. Well, there was another female kitty that came into my territory and stole my mate! I wanted to claw that she-cats eyes out. I want to seek revenge, but I have kits to take care of. What should I do?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mad Kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Mad Kitty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your mate doesn't deserve you if he is going to ditch you like that. And I wouldn't seek revenge if I were you. I would want to, but it isn't the best idea. Try not to get in a fight, protect your kits instead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biscuit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-5927968630225939022?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5927968630225939022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/revenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5927968630225939022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5927968630225939022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/revenge.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6888760815844945213</id><published>2011-06-02T10:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:13:26.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, Kitty cats out there. This is Biscuit speaking. I am sorry I have not posted everyday, like I have before in the beginning. It is summer time, my mommy doesn't have school, and the dog is gone so I have been spending more time with my mommy.  I will try to post every other day. When my mommy starts school again I will continue to start posting everyday. Why don't you guys start relaxing during this fine summer?   Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Love Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6888760815844945213?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6888760815844945213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/relaxing-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6888760815844945213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6888760815844945213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/06/relaxing-time.html' title='Relaxing Time'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-1374147124774557253</id><published>2011-05-30T14:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:35:20.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is summer time now, and my owner and her siblings are so happy. I have no idea why they are so excited for something this weird. Why are they so happy now? Is it important, or a holiday they celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Russel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Summer time is a BIG thing, why? Because now, they don't have to go to the thing they call 'school'. And I think it is weird too, we don't have to go to 'school'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-1374147124774557253?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1374147124774557253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1374147124774557253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1374147124774557253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-3145902268270700206</id><published>2011-05-28T12:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T13:03:43.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When it becomes dark outside, and everyone starts to go to sleep. I want to stay outside, but NO my mommy won't let me outisde. The dog gets to stay outside though! And I don't think it is very fair. Because, when that stupid dog is outisde all it does is bark, bark, and growl. If I stay outside, intead of the dog then I wouldn't make any nosie to wake up the neighbors and my mommy. What does the dog keep barking? It wakes me up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Josie the Ninja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Josie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dog is better bein outside. WHY? Because, think about it, the only reason a dog barks is something or someone is on thier property. And that means if the dog outside keeps barking, maybe someone is outside. And the dog is alarming you and your mommy that a person might be out there, so be aware of that next time you hear the dog bark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biscuit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-3145902268270700206?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3145902268270700206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/night-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3145902268270700206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3145902268270700206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/night-time.html' title='Night Time'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-8055509153225896167</id><published>2011-05-26T20:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:10:00.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitties, guess what, my mommy's mom made&lt;br /&gt;cartoon's out of my family!&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you guys can guess which one is who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcQudLR76mg/Td75HgRUDzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/i-tPsHEzY8c/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcQudLR76mg/Td75HgRUDzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/i-tPsHEzY8c/s400/Picture%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611196093067169586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonizemypet.com/shop/cats/"&gt;Here's where you can make your own!&lt;/a&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/3788118700954832910-8055509153225896167?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8055509153225896167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/cat-cartoons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/8055509153225896167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/8055509153225896167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/cat-cartoons.html' title='Cat Cartoons'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcQudLR76mg/Td75HgRUDzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/i-tPsHEzY8c/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6273659223979166763</id><published>2011-05-24T17:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:42:17.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My daddy LOVES to read. And when I say loves, I mean LOVES like, he won't put one down. He will when it is time for bed, but when he gets back up in the morning, he won't stop reading a book. He gives me food and attention, though it gets annoying to beg every time I want to be petted. What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hate Books Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Hate Books Cat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mommy reads a lot too, but not as much as your daddy does. It seems that your daddy is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with reading. Though it might not be for the reason you think. Maybe he might be studying for a test, or reading about something for his job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6273659223979166763?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6273659223979166763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/books.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6273659223979166763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6273659223979166763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6842260161828046337</id><published>2011-05-22T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:09:26.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi Biscuit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My human has recently started babysitting for a tiny human she says is her 'niece' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at  first i was ok with the niece. I would come and sit with them and even  let the tiny one pat me and stroke my ears, she wasnt as scary as the  big humans that come over sometimes. I am usually ok and not scared until she laughs. My human said she  laughs because she likes my fluffy tail, but I think shes very scary!  what should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fraidy Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Fraidy Cat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy has a niece and nephew. I don't like either of them, one because the nephew chases me around thinking it is funny. Humans can laugh pretty scary sometimes. I think, when you see her come to your house, hide. Or leave the room she is in. If she follows you go to a place she can't reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6842260161828046337?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6842260161828046337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-human.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6842260161828046337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6842260161828046337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-human.html' title='Baby Human'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-3680359890573395718</id><published>2011-05-21T10:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:51:04.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hello everyone! It's Biscuit, I wanted to say, all those kitties out there don't be afraid today. The world won't end, because the Bible says that nobody can predict the end of the world. And the people who are saying when the world will end, they just want others to think that they know a lot more, so they have to be right, but they aren't. Don't be scared, like I said there is nothing to be scared of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biscuit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-3680359890573395718?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3680359890573395718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/end.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3680359890573395718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3680359890573395718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/end.html' title='End'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-3614967107040256519</id><published>2011-05-19T07:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T07:19:07.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I like to sharpen my paws and my mommy has a nice leather seat. I that would be perfect, but all the time I try to get close to scratch it she squirts me with a water gun! What should I do? What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WaterLily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear WaterLily,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mommy has leather seats too, and all the time me or my siblings try to scratch our kitty paws with it, we also get squirted! I honestly don't know what to do. I have to agree with you though, those nice leather seats would be PERFECT for our claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-3614967107040256519?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3614967107040256519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/clawing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3614967107040256519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3614967107040256519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/clawing.html' title='Clawing'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-8969797137552917974</id><published>2011-05-15T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:13:21.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cuddle with my mommy and daddy, but sometimes they won't let me. Like, I will be on their laps, and out of the blue one of them puts me on the ground and they won't let me back on their laps! Is there anything I can do about this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cuddling cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Cuddling Cat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your parents love you I am sure of it, but sometimes they might need some space. My mommy needs some space when during the day, but I still sleep on the foot of her bed every night. Maybe you should try that. Don't cuddle with them at day, have them pet you, but at night sleep on their bed beside them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-8969797137552917974?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8969797137552917974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/cuddling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/8969797137552917974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/8969797137552917974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/cuddling.html' title='Cuddling'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-7803002444635344605</id><published>2011-05-13T17:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T18:03:47.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Black Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zw9khTLWwls/Tc2ncMiTaWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mS43suHPapA/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zw9khTLWwls/Tc2ncMiTaWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mS43suHPapA/s200/Picture%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606321213989415266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest sibling 11 years old this year.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to go outside on warm days, but when she wants&lt;br /&gt;back in, Marshmallow likes to mock her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cM83mrLu5k/Tc2ncrPWBII/AAAAAAAAAEA/vCF9poqkB8o/s1600/Picture%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cM83mrLu5k/Tc2ncrPWBII/AAAAAAAAAEA/vCF9poqkB8o/s200/Picture%2B3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606321222231393410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can be a crazy old cat at times, especially&lt;br /&gt;when she tries to sleep in the kittens bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XoQbKc2nADk/Tc2nbvwntsI/AAAAAAAAADw/AXu11CX-Srs/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XoQbKc2nADk/Tc2nbvwntsI/AAAAAAAAADw/AXu11CX-Srs/s200/Picture%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606321206264837826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like to pose for pictures like I do, but&lt;br /&gt;my mommy caught her at the right time in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAfbaBe1c3E/Tc2ndF9adVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cvEiPrP9tpo/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAfbaBe1c3E/Tc2ndF9adVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cvEiPrP9tpo/s200/Picture%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606321229403944274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to sit on piano,&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallow learned this from her, though Marshmallow&lt;br /&gt;doesn't sit on it, she walks on it, at night&lt;br /&gt;time when everyone is SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;She will always be my big sister feline.&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/3788118700954832910-7803002444635344605?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7803002444635344605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/sweet-black-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7803002444635344605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7803002444635344605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/sweet-black-thing.html' title='The Sweet Black Thing'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zw9khTLWwls/Tc2ncMiTaWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mS43suHPapA/s72-c/Picture%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-503991347647321997</id><published>2011-05-10T18:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:28:17.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a playful kitten, and my fellow siblings who are the same age as me don't like for me to play around as we use to. And this makes me sad, because they don't want to be with me when I get hyper... What should I do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Playful Kitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Playful Kitten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe your siblings have just mellowed out earlier than you have. My little sibling is finally starting to mellow out. Most kittens are very playful, but maybe it is their time to mellow out. I don't think there is anything you can do about it, try to play with a fuzzy ball you something that slides around the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-503991347647321997?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/503991347647321997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/play-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/503991347647321997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/503991347647321997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/play-time.html' title='Play Time'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-1183054323828274749</id><published>2011-05-08T13:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:29:30.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little White Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My little adopted sibling is a trouble maker.&lt;br /&gt;Try not to fall for the cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me?..&lt;br /&gt;look at her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to sleep in the sun, but really what she is doing&lt;br /&gt;is she is dream about what her next evil plan is the destroy me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-231OC3H7Jh4/TcbWZNXGK2I/AAAAAAAAADg/0JiW_V9ZFpg/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604402514880768866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-231OC3H7Jh4/TcbWZNXGK2I/AAAAAAAAADg/0JiW_V9ZFpg/s200/Picture%2B6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She stares at you all day long, in ways&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to be stared at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-773apgoitAQ/TcbWYstt9qI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uy77s7B8jX0/s1600/Picture%2B8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604402506117281442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-773apgoitAQ/TcbWYstt9qI/AAAAAAAAADY/Uy77s7B8jX0/s200/Picture%2B8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sleeping, means more thinking about evilness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9n1bhd-_hw/TcbWYWfcdDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-C0PktayWGM/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604402500151833650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9n1bhd-_hw/TcbWYWfcdDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-C0PktayWGM/s200/Picture%2B5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE staring isn't good either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IIvZme77XCQ/TcbWX0bugXI/AAAAAAAAADI/FoZ9QViYkV8/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604402491009433970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IIvZme77XCQ/TcbWX0bugXI/AAAAAAAAADI/FoZ9QViYkV8/s200/Picture%2B4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also like to bite our ears! She says she is just "playing"&lt;br /&gt;though really she is thinking our ears are tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oK55h3Bxon0/TcbWZpnNv2I/AAAAAAAAADo/qXuhUqcGcq0/s1600/Picture%2B7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604402522464567138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oK55h3Bxon0/TcbWZpnNv2I/AAAAAAAAADo/qXuhUqcGcq0/s200/Picture%2B7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Marshmallow is nice at times, but I think she is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;(in the funny way)&lt;br /&gt;I am the only one who thinks that.&lt;br /&gt;I have to love her though.&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/3788118700954832910-1183054323828274749?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1183054323828274749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-white-disaster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1183054323828274749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1183054323828274749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-white-disaster.html' title='A Little White Disaster'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-231OC3H7Jh4/TcbWZNXGK2I/AAAAAAAAADg/0JiW_V9ZFpg/s72-c/Picture%2B6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6600915596972305960</id><published>2011-05-07T13:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T13:28:37.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a sibling that just moved in. He is really scared to go anywhere, and I tried to make friends with him, but he just hissed at me and growled. What do I do to show him I am not going to hurt him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mean Kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Mean Kitty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is just probably scared of the new surroundings, but he will get use to it. Just give him space, then try to talk to him and becomes friends. New cats are always scared when hey come out of a car, that is maybe why he is scared because of the car ride. I hate car rides...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biscuit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6600915596972305960?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6600915596972305960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/mean-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6600915596972305960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6600915596972305960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/mean-kitty.html' title='Mean Kitty'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-7779038113754592991</id><published>2011-05-05T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T19:46:09.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;  Hello, everyone, it's Biscuit.  I wanted to tell all of you that I haven't been getting enough questions to keep posting everyday. If you could and if it wouldn't interfere with your nap time, please send me some questions. I know that most of you felines have some. And tell your kitty friends if they have any questions then email me, I will get back to you or them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-7779038113754592991?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7779038113754592991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/questions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7779038113754592991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7779038113754592991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-8944587559134710455</id><published>2011-05-04T09:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:04:31.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think my house has a ghost in it. I can't go to sleep at night because I feel like someone is watching me. My owner has a big family. The little owners think that a ghost is in the house too, but the bigger owners don't. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ghost Kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Ghost Kitty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I would have to say that, if it were me that I would go sleep in the bed with one of the owners, so that you would have someone with you if you were scared. If a ghost was really in the house then your owners would find out soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-8944587559134710455?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/8944587559134710455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/haunted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/8944587559134710455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/8944587559134710455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/haunted.html' title='Haunted'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-2584602976762040745</id><published>2011-05-02T17:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:06:53.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Posing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My owner runs a photography &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;, and she takes a lot of pics of me every single day. I am not saying that is a bad thing, but it gets a little frustrating at times. For example, I want to eat and she won't let me because I am posing for those stupid pictures. How do I tell her when it is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Dalia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother takes a lot of pictures of me too! Though she lets me eat. Usually when she wants me to keep posing for the pictures when I don't want to, then she lets me go for awhile, and do what I want. Try to growl at first, to let your owner know that you want to stop for a while and take a break. That always works for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-2584602976762040745?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/2584602976762040745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/posing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/2584602976762040745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/2584602976762040745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/05/posing.html' title='Posing'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-4115495750776174002</id><published>2011-04-29T19:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T12:26:00.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do at home alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When my daddy leaves home for work, I get very bored and lonely. What should I do?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bored Kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Bored Kitty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At times when I am bored and my mommy leaves home to school, I play with my other kitty friends or I just sleep. Find a piece of paper and shred it, then play with the ripped paper on the floor. I know your owner may get mad, when he comes home look at him with you big eyes and rub against, him and purr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-4115495750776174002?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4115495750776174002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothing-to-do-at-home-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/4115495750776174002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/4115495750776174002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothing-to-do-at-home-alone.html' title='Nothing to do at home alone.'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-1998581772637551129</id><published>2011-04-28T19:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:31:13.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrdM0GSW_jE/Tbn3-Y50wpI/AAAAAAAAADA/Iogfz4hWU5g/s1600/Picture%2B8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrdM0GSW_jE/Tbn3-Y50wpI/AAAAAAAAADA/Iogfz4hWU5g/s400/Picture%2B8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600780262820856466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating with family, but Savannah is younger than she really is.&lt;br /&gt;And Marshmallow wasn't adopted in the house yet.&lt;br /&gt;My point, this is a old  picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5pQDtSHOPkQ/Tbn3Tgn3U3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/sWeb3h57t6U/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5pQDtSHOPkQ/Tbn3Tgn3U3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/sWeb3h57t6U/s400/Picture%2B6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600779526158635890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going outside!&lt;br /&gt;Having the fresh air in your fur, and eating grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPk2-a-7aL8/Tbn1y8NJRgI/AAAAAAAAACw/DlMg_Py-FzE/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPk2-a-7aL8/Tbn1y8NJRgI/AAAAAAAAACw/DlMg_Py-FzE/s400/Picture%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600777867115447810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to take my afternoon naps..OR I get grouchy.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everyone though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gW6DGVXfU-4/Tbn1XeMJWiI/AAAAAAAAACo/NJV0fvxt6P0/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gW6DGVXfU-4/Tbn1XeMJWiI/AAAAAAAAACo/NJV0fvxt6P0/s400/Picture%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600777395201727010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am in the sink!&lt;br /&gt;I like to drink from the water faucet..&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else like to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more in my life, but I don't have enough pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I love posing for my mommy because she is a AWESOME photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3788118700954832910-1998581772637551129?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1998581772637551129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1998581772637551129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1998581772637551129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life.html' title='My Life.'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jrdM0GSW_jE/Tbn3-Y50wpI/AAAAAAAAADA/Iogfz4hWU5g/s72-c/Picture%2B8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6377783691870137304</id><published>2011-04-25T19:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:12:41.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy Worms..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuquit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outside today and I saw this worm thing, but this one was fuzzy. Then, after the first one I saw, I saw more and more! And they were all alike! They are in the grass a lot and I eat the grass. Do you think I can eat them too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Grass Eater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Grass Eater,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, you should NOT eat them too. They are called caterpillars and if you eat them you will get sick and die. Horses eat grass all the time. When they do, and they don't see those caterpillars and when they eat the grass they get sick then die! So, in future reference DON'T eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6377783691870137304?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6377783691870137304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/fuzzy-worm-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6377783691870137304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6377783691870137304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/fuzzy-worm-things.html' title='Fuzzy Worms..'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-537151702558956811</id><published>2011-04-24T15:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T15:29:03.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oldest, but Smallest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 4 years old, I am older than all the other cats in the house. Though I am way to small, I am the size of a 9 month kitten. My daddy says it's just my breed, but all the other cats (kittens) are only 7 months old and they are BIGGER than me! What do I do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Small Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Small Cat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am afraid there is nothing TO do, but since your owner said it's just your breed, then I see nothing to be a ashamed of.  If I were you I would take advantage of being small. For example, go through spaces the other kitties can't go through. (just don't get stuck). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-537151702558956811?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/537151702558956811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/oldest-but-smallest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/537151702558956811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/537151702558956811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/oldest-but-smallest.html' title='The Oldest, but Smallest'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6927943057057524681</id><published>2011-04-23T18:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T18:20:08.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting on Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time my owner comes home from school, she has these big books with her and looks at them for the longest time! AND she doesn't pay anytime with me, so I go up to her and jump onto her books and sit right on them. She looks at my and takes me of, then starts to stare at those stupid books again!! What do I do to get her to pay attention me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sitting on Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Sitting on stuff,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your owner is trying do do her homework, and sometimes she doesn't have time to talk or pet you. I know how it feels, sometimes my mommy doesn't ever look at me and takes all her time and stares at books, more, and more books... but later at night when she is done she pets my al night long and lets me sitting on her stomach. What you should do is wait at night when she is done with her homework. Then you should go up to her and meow for attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6927943057057524681?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6927943057057524681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/sitting-onstuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6927943057057524681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6927943057057524681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/sitting-onstuff.html' title='Sitting on Stuff'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-3871942947952018684</id><published>2011-04-22T16:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:56:19.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear Everybody who is reading this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my mommy's Birthday! Please tell her happy birthday, she doesn't know that I am making something special just for her.. so shhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-3871942947952018684?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3871942947952018684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/mommys-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3871942947952018684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3871942947952018684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/mommys-birthday.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-9032611188253853190</id><published>2011-04-21T17:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:57:42.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  When I talk to my owner they try to talk back to me in my language but  all I hear is "meow meow meow". Why do they speak at me in that silly  noise? Don't they realise that I understand every word they says in  their human language anyway?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Toula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Toula,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humans think we can't understand them! I know it gets annoying, my mommy's family talks to me with "meow".  It seems only my mommy only knows that I can understand every word they say. Humans think we only understand them when they say "meow, meow".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-9032611188253853190?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/9032611188253853190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/human-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/9032611188253853190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/9032611188253853190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/human-talk.html' title='Human Talk'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-4746128551042130217</id><published>2011-04-20T16:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:16:57.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Fans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Vincent Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;He is a tabby and very playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxI0_eHiKio/Ta9KN3t_zoI/AAAAAAAAACY/-0jnhxSwR7o/s1600/catone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxI0_eHiKio/Ta9KN3t_zoI/AAAAAAAAACY/-0jnhxSwR7o/s400/catone.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597774464000446082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Claude Monet&lt;br /&gt;He is blind, but very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MEoWnhHTwPQ/Ta9KOiAasWI/AAAAAAAAACg/1JT02DqJQBs/s1600/cattwo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MEoWnhHTwPQ/Ta9KOiAasWI/AAAAAAAAACg/1JT02DqJQBs/s400/cattwo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597774475351994722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my feline friends and&lt;br /&gt;they sent me pictures of them to me!&lt;br /&gt;I love to see ALL of my fans.&lt;br /&gt;So send me a picture of you!&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/3788118700954832910-4746128551042130217?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/4746128551042130217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/kitty-fans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/4746128551042130217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/4746128551042130217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/kitty-fans.html' title='Kitty Fans!'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxI0_eHiKio/Ta9KN3t_zoI/AAAAAAAAACY/-0jnhxSwR7o/s72-c/catone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6749565305119040088</id><published>2011-04-18T07:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:22:06.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I  am writing on behalf of the Feral Cat Association of Lake Wales. My name  is Cupcake (it's what a little girl in the neighborhood calls me). We  want to know what it takes for a full-on take over? We have obtained  dominance after years of dogs in downtown....and we have learned, that  we are not afraid of dogs! Now we make dogs our "friends" [only to toy  with their emotions] and have litters and litters of kittens who stay  well hidden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;The  aforementioned little girl's mother is always trying to catch us in her  "have-a-heart trap" we are too wily for her! We know she wants to  send us to the pound. We are currently working on eradicating birds at  every feeder...and when that is done, we plan on taking over the human  population. Any advice would be appreciated. Also, you are welcome to  visit anytime! Central Florida is 'da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,serif;"&gt;Cats rule! Humans drool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dear Cupcake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I think you might have the wrong idea about what a pound is..Being in a shelter is a lot better than being in the open outside. WHY? Because, when you kill the birdies some human might shoot you with a be be gun, for kill their birdies! You don't have to be worried about when you are eating your next meal, being cold at night, and people will even help your kittens to survive. Also you don't have to worry about being attacked, becoming sick and they will help you to find a forever home. I have a forever home with my mommy right now, and that is 'da bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6749565305119040088?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6749565305119040088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/shelters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6749565305119040088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6749565305119040088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/shelters.html' title='Shelters'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-1697856747995476502</id><published>2011-04-17T12:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:29:27.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraidy Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my humans and like to do everything  with them, I even like to jump in the shower to visit them in the  morning. I just love to cuddle and play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My problem is that every time they bring another human around I become terrified. Should I be so scared of these other humans? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From beneath the sofa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fraidy Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Fraidy Cat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the time my mommy bring one of her friends over I HATE them, mostly because they smell like dogs or other cats.  I don't think you should be afraid, unless you never seen them, but if you have seen them before then give them a chance. Who knows, they might end up being your new best friend! Just beware that not all humans are bad, that doesn't mean all humans are good either... Sometimes it's just good to stay out of the way, because if they can't see you they can't hurt you. Sit back and watch them, to see what they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-1697856747995476502?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1697856747995476502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/fraidy-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1697856747995476502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1697856747995476502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/fraidy-cat.html' title='Fraidy Cat'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-7320433383243778205</id><published>2011-04-16T09:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T09:46:28.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Biscuit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our mom gives us lots of water to drink.  Water is  always full in the kitchen, and especially her bedroom.  She always  keeps putting fresh water in the cups.  Also, she feeds us canned fancy  feast along with our kibble; she read that cats need the wet food  because we are predisposed to dehydration.  Let us know if someone finds  a verification on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lots of xxxxx,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Penelope, Ester and Gabby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Penelope, Ester and Gabby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought about your guys question and I researched it and found some very good information.  Here are some links you can go to.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;http://www.catinfo.org/ &lt;/span&gt;and also &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;http://www.aspca.org/pet-care/cat-care/dehydration.aspx&lt;/span&gt; .  I found this websites very interesting. And I hope you guys find some good use of information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-7320433383243778205?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7320433383243778205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/diabeetes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7320433383243778205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7320433383243778205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/diabeetes.html' title='Wet Food'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-3245644053704629589</id><published>2011-04-15T16:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:30:32.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointy Plant..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    My owner got a new plant thingy. It's green with spikes all over it.  It has pretty little flowers all over it and they smell awesome! The  only problem is that when I try to get close and sniff them the thing  spikes me. What is it and how am I supposed to resist smelling it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Weird Plant Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Weird Plant Lover, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know a lot of plants that have spikes on it, but I think the plant your talking about is a cactus.  Some cactus's have flowers and some don't.  The one your owner got is a cactus that has a flower on it.  Don't get close to it! Even if it does smell good.  If you are that addicted to the smell, then sit close to it. Not right against the plant. Just far enough where you don't get poked and close enough were you can smell it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-3245644053704629589?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/3245644053704629589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/pointy-plant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3245644053704629589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/3245644053704629589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/pointy-plant.html' title='Pointy Plant..'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-7817268094263488911</id><published>2011-04-14T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:57:11.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much water.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like to get a drink of water from the faucet every time someone  goes into the bathroom. I also like to a take a drink from my bowl when  my human is cooking dinner or washing the dishes.  My human says I have a  drinking problem because I like to drink water so much.  I think I'm  just being friendly and enjoying a nice drink with my favorite people.    What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thirstily yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr Mumbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; Dear Mr. Mumbles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think you have a water problem at all! It is actually healthy for you to drink as much water as you can. One thing, it helps keeping you hydrated.  Another, I am the same way. I go, to my mommy and beg her to let me drink out of the faucet all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Biscuit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-7817268094263488911?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/7817268094263488911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/too-much-water.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7817268094263488911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/7817268094263488911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/too-much-water.html' title='Too much water.'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-9083320332277158526</id><published>2011-04-14T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:35:59.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;    I'm bright ginger and none of the other cats in my neighborhood are.  They make fun of me, it's not fair! What can I do about it?! Why do i  have to be orange?!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why am I Bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Why am I Bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is mean that the other cats are making fun of you, but it isn't bad for being orange. Just ignore their comments, just say to them if they can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all.Try you best not to scratch them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Honestly I think it is good to be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My mommy is different compared to her other friends because she was adopted from China, but I still love her and I always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-9083320332277158526?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/9083320332277158526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-orange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/9083320332277158526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/9083320332277158526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-orange.html' title='Being Orange'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-5095974797907637683</id><published>2011-04-13T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T16:36:08.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird with Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Biskquit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it weird if I like to be in water? And take baths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WaterCatlover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear WaterCatlover,&lt;br /&gt;No, it isn't weird that you like to take baths. My little feline sibling (Marshmallow) likes to jump in the shower with my mommy, but she hates baths... that's weird. I know a few cats that like to to take baths, though I am not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-5095974797907637683?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/5095974797907637683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/weird-with-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5095974797907637683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/5095974797907637683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/weird-with-water.html' title='Weird with Water'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-883995067619878082</id><published>2011-04-12T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:00:46.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UVn_CEp_v8/TaTSYDYIfrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZwKg_h1iLa4/s1600/DSCN7687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UVn_CEp_v8/TaTSYDYIfrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZwKg_h1iLa4/s200/DSCN7687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594827947766218418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is 11 years old, and my mommy has had her since my mommy was 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;My mommy's mother found her abandoned as a kitten and took her in.&lt;br /&gt;Black fur, green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Very calm, (around most people). Loving, gentle and laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUnS0xDwPoE/TaTWkNLOR5I/AAAAAAAAACA/Oj6eDNsepJU/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUnS0xDwPoE/TaTWkNLOR5I/AAAAAAAAACA/Oj6eDNsepJU/s200/Picture%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594832554601367442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Practically my sister, she is 2 years old and a Ragdoll mix.&lt;br /&gt;When you pick her up she falls over limp, like a Ragdoll.&lt;br /&gt;Siamese markings, fluffy, and blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rM_HL0nZzsQ/TaTgC0fOA5I/AAAAAAAAACI/0l5DO1QwCQ4/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rM_HL0nZzsQ/TaTgC0fOA5I/AAAAAAAAACI/0l5DO1QwCQ4/s200/Picture%2B6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594842976154944402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only 8 months old, and very hyper.&lt;br /&gt;My little annoying feline sibling was adopted to the house last summer.&lt;br /&gt;Mellowed out a lot since she first came.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly not deaf, but our family thinks she is.&lt;br /&gt;White fur and green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mV0tCn0o4U/TaTi01qkBFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zJIRtxhE2DU/s1600/Picture%2B7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mV0tCn0o4U/TaTi01qkBFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zJIRtxhE2DU/s200/Picture%2B7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594846034487673938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was meowing outside someones house, to be let in.&lt;br /&gt;A little girl came and opened the door for me, I walked in&lt;br /&gt;and claimed the house as mine and that little girl to be mine also.&lt;br /&gt;I rule the house today, even if it is infested with females.&lt;br /&gt;I have tabby fur and golden eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-883995067619878082?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/883995067619878082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/883995067619878082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/883995067619878082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UVn_CEp_v8/TaTSYDYIfrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZwKg_h1iLa4/s72-c/DSCN7687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6145002182293958827</id><published>2011-04-12T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:15:11.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear Biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;My owner got a new kitten and her name is Lucy. She is a cute little fluff ball, but she won't stop waking me up by whacking my tail to play. Normally she does it when I  am having my afternoon nap. It gets very tiring when I am trying to sleep. What should I do to get Lucy to stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tired of Cute Kitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tired of Cute Kitten,&lt;br /&gt;I know what you mean, my feline friend! My mommy's dad adopted a kitten a while ago. She still isn't an adult yet. She is still the annoying little energetic kitten.  I would try to walk away from her, and if that doesn't work, growl at her.  Hiss at her if you can't get her to stop. If none of these options help, then lastly go somewhere she can't go. Like on a shelf she can't reach.  She will mellow out, though, my kitten has mellowed out a lot since she is older now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6145002182293958827?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6145002182293958827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-kitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6145002182293958827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6145002182293958827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-kitten.html' title='New Kitten'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-343713750186984905</id><published>2011-04-10T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:16:50.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Attention.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Biscuit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love my owner, but she doesn't give me enough attention! I meow at her though she ignores it, and walks by. What should I do to get more attention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;KittyRules7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear KittyRules7,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;When you want some attention, go up to her and purr.  Rub against her legs to let her know you want attention.  It always works with my mommy. If she doesn't pay attention, get up to her face and purr or even meow.  Don't think she doesn't love you if she doesn't give you attention. She is probably busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-343713750186984905?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/343713750186984905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/343713750186984905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/343713750186984905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-attention.html' title='More Attention.'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-1768975514070401089</id><published>2011-04-08T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:35:34.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry, when owner is gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deer Biskit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Furst, Ah fink u r a berry hansum qat. Ah'm a big fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah  habs a quesshun. Mah Dadby habs ta goe ta werk ebry dai an hem leeb mee  fud, butt hem nawt hoem ta fed me moar wen Ah git hongry. Whut kin Ah  doo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ThumbPer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear ThumbPer,&lt;br /&gt; Try, to beg you owner to leave you a little food before he leaves for work. If, that doesn't work then think of it this way, when your daddy comes home, your super hungry, and you have been waiting for him to get back. Your reward would be him, giving you food when he gets back from work.   Another way, before he goes to work, don't eat all your food at once eat a little then stop, when your hungry again, eat a little then stop. Try to not scratch him, that will make him less like to give you some food when he leaves for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-1768975514070401089?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/1768975514070401089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/hungry-when-owner-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1768975514070401089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/1768975514070401089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/hungry-when-owner-is-gone.html' title='Hungry, when owner is gone.'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-6789358211758213165</id><published>2011-04-07T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:17:50.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very annoyed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Biscuit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Most of my owners are okay, but one of them keeps trying to pick me up. I am very old and this gets really annoying, very fast. What should I do to get him to stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cat of Annoying Owner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Cat of Annoying owner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I understand that you are an old cat, and that it gets annoying.  There will be times when you feel like scratching his/her eyes out, but try to keep cool about this.  My mommy's sister still tries to pick me up every day. I agree with you that it gets annoying, yes.  I have to admit that I growl and hiss at her to warn her to stop and if she doesn't then I usually scratch her.  If your owner keeps doing this, keep talking to me. Your owner might not be as mature as your other owners. As I said, try to keep it cool, but if  your owner goes too far, you have the right to defend yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-6789358211758213165?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/6789358211758213165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/very-annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6789358211758213165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/6789358211758213165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/very-annoyed.html' title='Very annoyed.'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788118700954832910.post-9029239003157234551</id><published>2011-04-06T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:19:49.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharp Pointy Things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Biscuit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  My owner took me to the vet yesterday and a person who I didn't know, stuck this sharp pointy thing in me. And it hurt! After that, they put me in a cold cage beside other animals that are also in cages, and when I tried to go to sleep, I couldn't because the dogs kept barking. I hate the vet. What are those sharp pointy things for anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scared of Sharp Pointy Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  Dear Scared of Sharp Pointy Things,     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;    Most of us cats hate to go to the vet.   It's practically torture to us, but those sharp pointy things are really good for you. Even if it hurts, they help prevent you from getting  diseases or even dying. Your owners are just trying to help you, so next time you have to go to the vet, remember, that going to the vet isn't all that bad.  Despite the ride in the car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    Biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3788118700954832910-9029239003157234551?l=randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/feeds/9029239003157234551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/sharp-pointy-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/9029239003157234551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3788118700954832910/posts/default/9029239003157234551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlycoolcat.blogspot.com/2011/04/sharp-pointy-things.html' title='Sharp Pointy Things..'/><author><name>Biscuit's Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16664407721004804436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAxEGkgeTKM/TZ5qy3ag2QI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ldo6OJb4Aus/s220/45818_148452711849086_100000530737595_348633_2087953_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
