<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190</id><updated>2009-11-12T17:17:54.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallie and Henry's Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-7773396318432917979</id><published>2009-11-11T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:27:12.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>new kitty at the grandparents</title><content type='html'>we hear that the grandparents got a new kitty. here are some photos and a video of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SvtIC8zbQlI/AAAAAAAAAac/_xL_MzTlP7w/s1600-h/DSC_1897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SujmQpukHbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/a58B0QdA8tg/s320/204143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397817327156993458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEBCAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SujmQfd0XnI/AAAAAAAAAZk/62VIyYYjMcg/s1600-h/204334.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/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SujmQfd0XnI/AAAAAAAAAZk/62VIyYYjMcg/s320/204334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397817324402400882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEBCAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SujmQGyYszI/AAAAAAAAAZc/j0o9N0N8bLk/s1600-h/204213.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/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SujmQGyYszI/AAAAAAAAAZc/j0o9N0N8bLk/s320/204213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397817317777781554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEBCAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SujmPgVVGzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/WEybQ3gegck/s1600-h/204352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SujmPgVVGzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/WEybQ3gegck/s320/204352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397817307455363890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEBCAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SujmPZP7DcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/n3YYTh_ktN8/s1600-h/204350.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/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SujmPZP7DcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/n3YYTh_ktN8/s320/204350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397817305553636802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-4144375208047827167?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/4144375208047827167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/4144375208047827167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-haz-webcam.html' title='i can haz webcam!'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SujmQpukHbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/a58B0QdA8tg/s72-c/204143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-7549643655290666993</id><published>2009-09-20T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:45:03.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallie'/><title type='text'>goodbye to an old friend</title><content type='html'>Strange things were happening at our house yesterday. Do you remember pink chair? Pink chair that has been a constant presence in our living room, ever since I was a kitten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pink chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvEScUB1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ab38F3UHz9k/s1600-h/p_chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvEScUB1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ab38F3UHz9k/s320/p_chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383612524028757842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved pink chair. I loved him so much. I loved on his arms, at the top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arm love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvFwc20NI/AAAAAAAAAX8/S1Ik_76GCbg/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvFwc20NI/AAAAAAAAAX8/S1Ik_76GCbg/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383612549263970514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I loved on his other arm at the top:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvFXftkaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6eWsksLC6L8/s1600-h/armlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvFXftkaI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6eWsksLC6L8/s320/armlove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383612542565061026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we all loved on his arms at the bottom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvE6w_qnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/BoVP0ojTQE4/s1600-h/arm_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvE6w_qnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/BoVP0ojTQE4/s320/arm_love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383612534852921970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the female human left the house yesterday with her purse in hand. And I detected something was up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvGbFtgTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uraUuOzU4rc/s1600-h/sold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvGbFtgTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uraUuOzU4rc/s320/sold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383612560709615922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later on, there was a bunch of noise and the strange humans they call the grandparents (I'm pretty sure I am not related to them!) came in, and I ran and hid. I had to poke my head out of my Undisclosed Location to see what's going on, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came and took pink chair and the other chair which I really like to sleep in, "Gramp's Chair," out of the house and put them on the curb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Curbside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvR1cuiOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/1fZUu8QLQX0/s1600-h/curbside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvR1cuiOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/1fZUu8QLQX0/s320/curbside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383612756764035298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they brought a new chair in. Henry got in the way because he is stupid and he got his paw stepped on. I heard him yelling from my Undisclosed Location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZwBRWbptI/AAAAAAAAAYk/uxU-sjVzQqw/s1600-h/newchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZwBRWbptI/AAAAAAAAAYk/uxU-sjVzQqw/s320/newchair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383613571707676370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris really likes the new chair, but I am not so sure about it. I miss pink chair!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvSwZ7gzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nbsO86Ij8lU/s1600-h/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvSwZ7gzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nbsO86Ij8lU/s320/chris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383612772589994802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-7549643655290666993?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/7549643655290666993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/7549643655290666993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-to-old-friend.html' title='goodbye to an old friend'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SrZvEScUB1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ab38F3UHz9k/s72-c/p_chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-6209158347611922974</id><published>2009-06-07T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:52:06.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>where they go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/Siv6WtFvHXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bQ2BFbVphVQ/s1600-h/henry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/Siv6WtFvHXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bQ2BFbVphVQ/s320/henry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344640650772946290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think the humans are gone. they packed some big big suitcases the other day and then yesterday morning one of the granddads came to get them and their suitcases and them and their suitcases went away! i wonder if they will come back??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WILL PET MY BELLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallie has been no no fun. i try to play with her but she hangs out under the bed and is NO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe the grandparents will come over. the humans were gone a few days ago and they came and they fed us and more importantly, they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PET MY BELLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i miss the humans. lisa is home alot and she is in the office working and I like to catloaf on the floor. i can't catloaf on the floor when they are gone because the office is closed and the door is shut and we can't get in no matter how hard we try. it makes us very sad because the office is our favorite place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe they will come back. i will take a nap and think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-6209158347611922974?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/6209158347611922974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/6209158347611922974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-they-go.html' title='where they go?'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/Siv6WtFvHXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bQ2BFbVphVQ/s72-c/henry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-2318264452098221104</id><published>2009-04-07T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:58:53.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SduGTekTvKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FhEG69WAvsE/s1600-h/Cats+010.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SduGTekTvKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FhEG69WAvsE/s320/Cats+010.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hi from Hallie! It's been a while, but we've been busy sleeping. We're still busy sleeping, but I thought I'd stop by and say hello.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-2318264452098221104?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/2318264452098221104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/2318264452098221104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SduGTekTvKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FhEG69WAvsE/s72-c/Cats+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-4583839136815702818</id><published>2009-03-26T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:28:09.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>hiii!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/Scue--BBb2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/wrPwaGeJtBI/s1600-h/photosonaline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/Scue--BBb2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/wrPwaGeJtBI/s320/photosonaline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317518589677367138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-4583839136815702818?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/4583839136815702818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/4583839136815702818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2009/03/hiii.html' title='hiii!'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/Scue--BBb2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/wrPwaGeJtBI/s72-c/photosonaline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-8371796985390641606</id><published>2009-02-28T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:28:22.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallie'/><title type='text'>mmmm, plants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/Sal_MfIdAsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ge8ZQB66VAc/s1600-h/plant_eater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/Sal_MfIdAsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ge8ZQB66VAc/s320/plant_eater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307913488324952770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recently, I rediscovered a tasty, tasty treat- the plants that Lisa keeps on top of the kitchen cabinets. I did know that they were there, but I'd been avoiding the area for quite some time. See, once I got up there for a snack, and one of the plants, pot and all, fell from the top of the cabinets to the floor, making a loud, loud noise that I did not like at all. I was so scared. Then later that day, Chris came home from work and saw the splatted plant and dirt everywhere exploded on the floor and he make much noise with the swearing and the cursing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I steered clear of that for many moons, but I thought I'd take a gander up there the other day. Mmmm, I forgot how luscious, so tasty. There's this one plant with spiky leaves that is just right for chewing. I love it, even though once after I ate it, I puked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry, being the copycat that he is, decided one day to go up there and check out the plants for himself. Henry is never very graceful. I swear he is really a dog. He just looks like a cat. He hauled his butt on top of the counter, then to the top of the fridge, and he might have made it up to the top of the cabinets, but he didn't stay long. He jumped back down and knocked magnets off the side of the fridge, the front of the fridge, and knocked the food processor and the top of the rice maker on to the floor when he jumped down. Lisa was home, and she came running. Boy did she yell. She yelled and yelled and yelled and then yelled some more. She picked up Henry and shook him a little bit, still yelling. I made myself scarce. Then she made this poster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SamA7-CENDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dh_oV-Cp-fk/s1600-h/BAD_HENRY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SamA7-CENDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dh_oV-Cp-fk/s320/BAD_HENRY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307915403585139762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man. I've never been so bad that she's made a poster of me before. Needless to say, Henry hasn't been back up there again. I, however, sneak up there every opportunity I can. I love those plants, especially the ones with the spiky leaves. Lisa yells at me every time she sees me up there, but I'm always too quick for her to catch me.  She moved my favorite plant the other day though and I am sad. The spider plant is still up there, and it's pretty tasty, so I guess it will have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-8371796985390641606?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/8371796985390641606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/8371796985390641606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2009/02/mmmm-plants.html' title='mmmm, plants.'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/Sal_MfIdAsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ge8ZQB66VAc/s72-c/plant_eater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-4609208975575834978</id><published>2009-02-04T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:59:31.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>OMG WTF?</title><content type='html'>man. the other night, we were sleeping peacefully and then we heard a big bang and the humans got up and were looking out the window. they said the lights were out. they went back to bed sort of, but kept getting up. we couldn't really sleep either. then it got really cold. and colder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the afternoon the humans started packing a bag and i saw lisa put hallie in the halliecab and they left with bags and hallie in her halliecab. i was all, "what about me?!" not too long after lisa came back and put me in my harness and picked me up and took me outside. it was cold! not like in summer when i can walk in the yard and eat the plants. she carried me all the way down this little road, holding me tight and then got in the car. hallie was in the backseat in her halliecab. i said MEOW and she said meow back all quiet and pitiful. i did not know what was going on. we rode in the car and that was kinda fun, but i was worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out we were going to the grandparents' house. we went in the door and lisa let me off the harness to wander around and took hallie downstairs in the basement where we ended up staying. see, here is where the catbox was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SYnhUjlxqpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/t_XsXn-MOQY/s1600-h/1.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/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SYnhUjlxqpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/t_XsXn-MOQY/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299014179845417618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallie came out to explore once in a while, but most of the time she hid behind the washer. that cat likes appliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SYnhVtFv-eI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l44HQRw497w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SYnhVtFv-eI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l44HQRw497w/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299014199575312866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a day or so, i couldn't take it anymore and i had to hide too. it was just so weird and strange and weird being in this strange place and once for quite some time no one was in the basement with us and i thought they might not ever come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SYnhVsnz1-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/7dm23cbbDfU/s1600-h/3.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/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SYnhVsnz1-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/7dm23cbbDfU/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299014199449737186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time went by and lisa was around a lot so i hung out with her, even after she got mad at me for breaking stuff when i was upstairs. it wasn't too bad there, so i got comfy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SYnhVo0k8VI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gpX-h76ObkU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SYnhVo0k8VI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gpX-h76ObkU/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299014198429544786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;after two and 1/2 days, lisa got all in a flurry and packed up all our stuff and put hallie in her halliecab and grabbed me and put my harness on. we all got back in the car and drove again. i liked driving, but it worried me and I said, "MEOW!" and hallie said, "meow" in the backseat in her halliecab. soon, though we were home, though they humans were yelling about a leak and hallie and i got shut in the office with a catbox and some food. i didn't like that. i wanted to come out. eventually they let me out and all was well. we are home again and we are so happy and warm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-4609208975575834978?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/4609208975575834978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/4609208975575834978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-wtf.html' title='OMG WTF?'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SYnhUjlxqpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/t_XsXn-MOQY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-4863893184751567140</id><published>2008-12-28T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:38:00.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>merry christmas couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SVecFqgRsxI/AAAAAAAAANU/y3sCKiHNIxk/s1600-h/couch4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SVecFqgRsxI/AAAAAAAAANU/y3sCKiHNIxk/s320/couch4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284864308865512210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everybody. did you have a good christmas? we did. christmas came early. we got a couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SVecFBIfJNI/AAAAAAAAANM/bAnOBNRzNfw/s1600-h/couch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SVecFBIfJNI/AAAAAAAAANM/bAnOBNRzNfw/s320/couch3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284864297759876306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love this couch. it is good for sleeping. look hallie even let me sleep next to her. she usually doesn't, but i try to sometimes because she is warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SVecEgf9xnI/AAAAAAAAANE/v2S-O1yTPv0/s1600-h/couch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SVecEgf9xnI/AAAAAAAAANE/v2S-O1yTPv0/s320/couch2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284864288999982706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually hallie likes to sit on the couch arms. sometimes she sleeps on them too. she always likes to perch. me- i just like to sleep. it's most comfy on the cushion part. the humans usually leave blankets and things on the cushion part to make it even softer. i like that. hallie likes it too, but sometimes she won't sleep on that part if I am there. her loss, man. we love the couch and are so happy. it was a good christmas for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-4863893184751567140?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/4863893184751567140'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-6695267537277223467?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9231d24c82efd1a9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/6695267537277223467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/6695267537277223467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/12/henry-likes-diet-coke.html' title='Henry Likes Diet Coke'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-1802288485903371440</id><published>2008-07-18T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:59:34.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SH7AiIS9-2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Io8v9Y3YOAM/s1600-h/henry_slurp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SH7AiIS9-2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Io8v9Y3YOAM/s320/henry_slurp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223824310371482466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lisa has been attached to the computer all day, but she got up from her chair, so i sat in it as quick as i could. SCORE! now i can log on and chat with my friends over the internets and say hi to you guys. i like this blogging stuff. it's fun. i like to listen to the itunez too. see- i can talk like an LOL cat. i AM a LOL cat!! today lisa has been home part of the day, and all that part pretty much she's been on the computer. she was gone early this morning, but came back and sat at the computer and i sat on her lap as soon as i could, but she pushed me off because she said i stank. i do not stink! i gave up after a while and had a snack. then she left for a while with her bike and when she came back, SHE stank, so i don't know what she's getting on my case for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's getting on to high afternoon and it's time for a nap. hallie has been sleeping all day. that's all she ever does, except when she tries to chase me. she always wins because she is so slinky and fast. it is NO fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-1802288485903371440?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/1802288485903371440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/1802288485903371440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey.html' title='hey!'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SH7AiIS9-2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Io8v9Y3YOAM/s72-c/henry_slurp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-5394024611678615568</id><published>2008-07-19T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:59:34.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallie'/><title type='text'>Notes from the Bunker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SIJftSyM9TI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a9UqBvKny8w/s1600-h/hallie50mm"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SIJftSyM9TI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a9UqBvKny8w/s320/hallie50mm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224843749444351282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry started this thing with great gusto, and hasn't let me get a word in edgewise, but he's like that. It's always all about Henry in Henry's world. He likes to be in on everything. Every time I think I might get a little peace, here's this damn striped cat jumping on top of me or bouncing on me to lick my head. Sometimes that's nice, because it is ever so difficult to reach there to clean, but mostly he just likes to disturb the peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of disturbing the peace, a little while ago I was taking a nice nap in the living room, and it was so pleasant because it's so hot and there's nothing better than an afternoon nap (or three), but Chris was milling around and before I knew it, I heard it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded vacuum! You know those things were created to suck up cats, don't you? Aaaaah. They are so loud and scary and I just can't stand it. I almost didn't have time to get away, but I managed to get past him and now I am safe in my undisclosed location. Whew! He might be tempted to get it out again, so I am just going to stay here for a long while. It's not as comfy here as it was in the living room, but I can't afford to take any chances! Let me know when it is safe to come out, will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-5394024611678615568?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/5394024611678615568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/5394024611678615568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/07/notes-from-bunker.html' title='Notes from the Bunker'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SIJftSyM9TI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a9UqBvKny8w/s72-c/hallie50mm' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-3328294107088037129</id><published>2008-07-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:59:34.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallie'/><title type='text'>not abandoned after all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SIvgahiWCRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mMRlc4wCJGo/s1600-h/up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SIvgahiWCRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mMRlc4wCJGo/s320/up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227518538777233682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry and I were very happy to see the humans come back today. They were gone for such a long time, and Henry kept eating all our food and causing mayhem. He was getting on my last nerve! I was his only source of entertainment, and he bothered me day and night, day and night! Once in a while, people came in to leave food for us and to otherwise putter around the house, but I didn't go near them. I don't trust strangers. They are always up to no good in my book. I hear there are humans that eat cats, and how am I to know which are inclined to do so? It's been my experience that most humans are out to get me, so I just hide. It's safe and comfy in my undisclosed location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Lisa the best and she came home and she was in the kitchen cooking, so I got to hang out and watch her. Then I got to hang out and watch her on the computer, and I sat in her lap for a while. She likes to pet me, and sometimes I enjoy that. She picked me up several times when they got home and she hugged me. I didn't really like that, but I made do. She tried to brush me too, but I drew the line there. None of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things are back to normal and I am so glad. I hate change and disturbances. I like having the humans around. They feed me and keep me safe, and they give Henry two other sources of entertainment, which is a GOOD thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-3328294107088037129?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/3328294107088037129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/3328294107088037129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-abandoned-after-all.html' title='not abandoned after all'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SIvgahiWCRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mMRlc4wCJGo/s72-c/up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-1251912375807861676</id><published>2008-08-03T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:59:34.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>new stuff!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SJZWwyznmPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lL8unwJyzTY/s1600-h/henry_wideeyed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SJZWwyznmPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lL8unwJyzTY/s320/henry_wideeyed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230463413509396722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so there is some new stuff in our house. today lisa left but chris stayed for a little while and then lisa came to the house with all these other people and one of them gave me a toy mouse that squeaks. i really like the mouse. i played with it until i was so tired that i had to take a nap. and then i had to take another nap. i like that person, but i hear she's moving far away. i wonder if i will even see her again? i hope other people will give me toys. lisa won't buy me any lately because she says i tear them up. i don't tear them up! i am just playing! i can't help it if bits of them fall off when i play with them. so there are new tall things in the house and i think they are called shelves. they moved things yesterday to make room for them, and hallie and i could get behind and under the tv cart, so we played. we ran around it and hallie got behind and under it and lisa yelled and yelled at us. i don't know why she yells. we can't hurt the cords. hallie likes to get under the cart and i can't reach her there. i can't fit under- it's not fair. but now there are new tall shelves and i checked them out, but they are not too exciting. they smell good, like cats. i had to rub against them to make them mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallie didn't like it when people were over. she hid behind the water heater. i don't know why she likes it back there so much. it's no fun. i can't reach her there either, and i can't fit back there. she just sits there and stares out with her big eyes. she finally came out though and we explored and now it's naptime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-1251912375807861676?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/1251912375807861676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/1251912375807861676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-stuff.html' title='new stuff!!'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SJZWwyznmPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lL8unwJyzTY/s72-c/henry_wideeyed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-5808182109804652174</id><published>2008-11-28T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:27:39.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>boxfun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/STAavJ9t9sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eqZupMhsHyI/s1600-h/catsbox3.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/_iOKD4DiUbqM/STAavJ9t9sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eqZupMhsHyI/s320/catsbox3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273744561081808578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what i like? boxes. boxes are so much fun. you can get in them, you can get out of them and you can chew on them! hallie likes boxes too, so i can also chase her in and out of them! a big box came the other day, and hallie got in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/STAauznT6hI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_IL_2Kmg7YQ/s1600-h/catsbox2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/STAauznT6hI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_IL_2Kmg7YQ/s320/catsbox2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273744555082246674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw her having all the fun and it was no fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/STAaum87PzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dYLjTHt9bmU/s1600-h/catsbox1.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/_iOKD4DiUbqM/STAaum87PzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dYLjTHt9bmU/s320/catsbox1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273744551683243826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i chased her out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/STAauvn06cI/AAAAAAAAAME/uBwof9YEGiQ/s1600-h/catsbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/STAauvn06cI/AAAAAAAAAME/uBwof9YEGiQ/s320/catsbox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273744554010667458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am jumping and she is jumping out! lisa got rid of the box though and i am sad. she said it took up too much room in the office and she squished it and put it out for the recycling. the recycling gets all the good boxes. that's no fair too. i've heard that this holiday called christmas is coming up, though, and there are many boxes involved. oh boy! i can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-5808182109804652174?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/5808182109804652174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/5808182109804652174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/11/boxfun.html' title='boxfun'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/STAavJ9t9sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eqZupMhsHyI/s72-c/catsbox3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-2419710327391040254</id><published>2008-11-04T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:14:42.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>vote democat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SRBm0JAlwlI/AAAAAAAAALU/-gQAB5JwKBA/s1600-h/henry_obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SRBm0JAlwlI/AAAAAAAAALU/-gQAB5JwKBA/s320/henry_obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264821010353734226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-2419710327391040254?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/2419710327391040254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/2419710327391040254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote-democat.html' title='vote democat!'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SRBm0JAlwlI/AAAAAAAAALU/-gQAB5JwKBA/s72-c/henry_obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-2780737959775874089</id><published>2008-10-31T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:17:39.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallie'/><title type='text'>Happy Hallieween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SQsS_vUlbaI/AAAAAAAAALM/Mwe-Bt_qrTo/s1600-h/Hallie+%26+pumpkin+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SQsS_vUlbaI/AAAAAAAAALM/Mwe-Bt_qrTo/s320/Hallie+%26+pumpkin+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263321475756420514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope everyone has a happy halloween today! Me, I'll be safe in my undisclosed location. You never know who might come banging on that door and I don't trust any of them! Henry can greet the guests. He likes that sort of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-2780737959775874089?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/2780737959775874089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/2780737959775874089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-hallieween.html' title='Happy Hallieween'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SQsS_vUlbaI/AAAAAAAAALM/Mwe-Bt_qrTo/s72-c/Hallie+%26+pumpkin+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-6212452192264229744</id><published>2008-10-20T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:18:58.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>fleas suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SP0B-oBeshI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1W2Clbk0_QI/s1600-h/henry_toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SP0B-oBeshI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1W2Clbk0_QI/s320/henry_toy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259362115245748754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hi guys!! i am so sad that i haven't gotten to post lately. the door to the office is shut more often lately. i am sad about that. lisa hasn't been home. she used to be home more in the morning and then on friday so i could sneak on the computer and type, type, type. but she gets up real early these days and leaves every weekday. they leave the door to the office shut so we can't get in there when they are not home. i don't know why they don't trust us in there. we really love the plants in there. they are tasty and we've only knocked them over about two or three times. what's wrong with that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, lisa hasn't been home much because she says she is working more so she can earn more money to buy us cat food. cat food must be expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend, lisa put hallie in the halliecab and took her away. she said hallie had to go to the V-E-T.  apparently she goes there every october, which is funny because she is named after halloween and the V-E-T is a scary place, at least that's what hallie tells me. but i can't really take her seriously because she's scared of everything. anyway, they came back from the V-E-T and lisa took hallie into the office and shut the door and then she came and grabbed me and put some nasty cold wet stuff on the back of my neck. ugh! i did not like it. lisa said it was for fleas and it was for my own good. somehow fleas got into the house and they got on hallie and me. i didn't really notice that they were on me, but hallie did not like them at all. they made her itch and itch and lick and lick until she'd licked a whole bunch of hair off her belly and part of her tail and legs. i had noticed that she's been looking a little funny. lisa says she's allergic to fleas. i must not be. they've been having a party in my fur and i didn't even know it! they should have at least invited me to the party. fleas suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SP0CI8BZ6QI/AAAAAAAAAK8/i2xVSZ57obM/s1600-h/tail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SP0CI8BZ6QI/AAAAAAAAAK8/i2xVSZ57obM/s320/tail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259362292412836098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's starting to get colder around here. we've been looking for the warm spots. i look at lisa with big eyes, hoping that she'll sit on the futon so i can sit in her lap. i love to sit in her lap. she doesn't sit still much, though, which is a bummer. chris sits still more often in pink chair watching football, but I like lisa's lap better. that makes them mad. lisa tells me i should love dad. he feeds me- i like him alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm hungry and it's dinner time. time to go!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-6212452192264229744?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/6212452192264229744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/6212452192264229744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/10/fleas-suck.html' title='fleas suck'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SP0B-oBeshI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1W2Clbk0_QI/s72-c/henry_toy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-7462092346465454486</id><published>2008-10-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:58:28.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallie'/><title type='text'>we're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SOwDZNmHVsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9QaiF4Oprpo/s1600-h/lisa_cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SOwDZNmHVsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9QaiF4Oprpo/s320/lisa_cats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254578596915664578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everyone. We haven't posted in a long time because we were taking naps, and then Henry spilled water on the keyboard and we were out of commission for a while. Then some bad human left nasty comments on one of Lisa's web places, which made her lock everything down. I don't blame her. People are scary. I don't like them at all. Everytime I hear a person I don't recognize, I high tail it to my undisclosed location. For a day or so, Lisa was there too, and it was crowded, especially with that old fat man in there. He's there a lot. I don't like that he's there, but he tells me that if I am a patriot, then I should accept his presence there. He's kind of scary, but I feel safe in my undisclosed location, and he does too, so we have to share. Don't you think he is a little scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SOwEgyT9QuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vODo4-jBRdw/s1600-h/474px-Dick_Cheney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SOwEgyT9QuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vODo4-jBRdw/s320/474px-Dick_Cheney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254579826542330594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, maybe more than a little scary. But the Chris one assures me that he will be going away soon. I hope he is right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been up to much. It's getting colder and we have been wanting to snuggle more. Tonight Lisa was watching "The Deadliest Catch" on Netflix DVD and I got in her lap and let her pet me until I turned upside down. It was niiiccce. Lisa told us that she has a real job now and has to go away every day during the week all day. She says she has to go so she can buy cat food. Cat food must be expensive. We miss her in the mornings. She says she misses us too. Oh well, I do like to eat, so I guess it's good she's going to earn money to feed us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-7462092346465454486?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/7462092346465454486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/7462092346465454486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-back.html' title='we&apos;re back!'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SOwDZNmHVsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9QaiF4Oprpo/s72-c/lisa_cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-744468229799295793</id><published>2008-08-25T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:45:49.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>i miss the chris one</title><content type='html'>i am lonely. i miss the chris one. he hasn't been around. tonight i sat by the tv and waited for the zombies to come on, but they never came on. lisa is here, but she was busy in the kitchen and pretty much ignored me. she patted me on the head a few times, but that's nothing! chris plays with me! lisa is always doing something and i can't hang out with her unless she's in the bed. in the bed is good because she likes it there and stays there a long time, especially in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris plays with me with feather thing, which is my very most favorite toy ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SLNstHHWrnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Gut_KEmPB9M/s1600-h/play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SLNstHHWrnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Gut_KEmPB9M/s320/play.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238650313821826674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he lets me read with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SLNsk89SjhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/cN8NQNAXB6c/s1600-h/read.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SLNsk89SjhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/cN8NQNAXB6c/s320/read.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238650173656305170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look here he is carrying me around in a box. that was fun. wheeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SLNsdrdPLaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GsDrnxlhz1Q/s1600-h/box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SLNsdrdPLaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GsDrnxlhz1Q/s320/box.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238650048699379106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope he comes back soon. i want to watch the zombies and play with feather thing and play and play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-744468229799295793?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/744468229799295793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/744468229799295793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-chris-one.html' title='i miss the chris one'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SLNstHHWrnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Gut_KEmPB9M/s72-c/play.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-8913020531422469714</id><published>2008-08-22T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:17:36.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>i have fun too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SK7Ek8oSMiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NLsN0Xvj4dI/s1600-h/henry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SK7Ek8oSMiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NLsN0Xvj4dI/s320/henry2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237339555707892258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stupid hallie has been hogging the computer lately. i wanted to come on and say hi but the last two times we got the computer away from the humans she got it first. i tried to complain but she just stared and me until i gave up and went away. now hallie is somewhere else and lisa is supposed to be working, but she isn't and is just drinking coffee and rubbing her eyes, so when she went to get more- booyah! my computer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get the humans fascination with the computer really. at first i thought i'd like it alot- it has a mouse attached! but the mouse doesn't really do anything, except when i knock it onto the floor and it shoots a little red light around. now thats cool! lisa likes to make the computer play music. sometimes at night she lights the candle in the office and makes the room smell good and she keeps the lights dim and the computer plays music and she types and types and types. that's nice. i catloaf on the floor. it is all chill and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallie likes the shelves so i thought i'd say i like them too! see here i am sitting on them!! they aren't as comfy as the futon, but they are a different place to sit. hallie likes to get up on the high shelves, but that is too much effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lisa says that Company is coming over next week- ladies! do you think they will pet me? maybe they will pet me? do you think they will? maybe I can get in their lap. last time they came over i loved it. they are so nice and one smelled like dog and I wanted to go home with her. but i like it here. i have it good. there are windows to sit in and foods to eat and two humans to pet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the Chris one. he sits in the pink chair and watches these great movies lately. i like to watch them. they have zombies. i like zombies. i bet i could chase them! it wouldn't take too much to catch them- they don't move very fast! they might stink once i got them though. hummm. maybe better to watch them on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm hungry and i need a snack so i have to go. BYE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-8913020531422469714?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/8913020531422469714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/8913020531422469714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-fun-too.html' title='i have fun too'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SK7Ek8oSMiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NLsN0Xvj4dI/s72-c/henry2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-2533447067645732290</id><published>2008-08-15T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:25:05.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallie'/><title type='text'>We got some shelvez.</title><content type='html'>Recently, the humans brought in some new shelves. I didn't like it when they brought them here, because they brought strange people with them and there was a lot of noise and moving around, and I had to go spend some time in my undisclosed location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the strange people went away and now I have a lot more places to sit! First I sat on this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SKXWOtRA8cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xnk-0LReeAI/s1600-h/hallie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SKXWOtRA8cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xnk-0LReeAI/s320/hallie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234825690045542850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then I sat on this one and took a bath. Baths are much better if you take them in high places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SKXWPEKamCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SHuJnvJW2QU/s1600-h/bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SKXWPEKamCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SHuJnvJW2QU/s320/bath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234825696191879202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And after my bath, I did some catloafing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SKXWPkAxwlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0hj5diIgljQ/s1600-h/loaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SKXWPkAxwlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0hj5diIgljQ/s320/loaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234825704741388882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I went to catloaf on the shelf in the hall, which is the old shelf that the humans moved to make room for the new shelf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SKXWP8QthiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YGBrsPoxaRI/s1600-h/hallie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SKXWP8QthiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YGBrsPoxaRI/s320/hallie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234825711250671138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But then stupid Henry came along and bothered me. Stupid cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SKXWP5Q3ncI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YwDKhq0CtsM/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SKXWP5Q3ncI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YwDKhq0CtsM/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234825710446026178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new shelves are great. I love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-2533447067645732290?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/2533447067645732290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/2533447067645732290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-got-some-shelvez.html' title='We got some shelvez.'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SKXWOtRA8cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xnk-0LReeAI/s72-c/hallie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-3847587007476550449</id><published>2008-08-05T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:56:54.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallie'/><title type='text'>Treat Scammer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SJkQitWqvvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Pm70dnmgejw/s1600-h/hallie_nosy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SJkQitWqvvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Pm70dnmgejw/s320/hallie_nosy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231230630643810034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If there is one thing I love more than hiding in my undisclosed location, it's treats. Sweet, beautiful, luscious cat treats. I love Feline Greenies, I love the Goodlife Recipe and I especially love it when Lisa buys treats at a place that does not have the usual brands and I end up with Whisker Lickins. Mmm-MMM. (You realize those are like kitty Cheetos, don't you?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, I wake up and I look forward to the treats. The male human gets up real early and I wait for him outside the bathroom door while he takes his shower, just in case he might forget about me. He gives treats to me while he makes the coffee. And then he leaves and I wait for Lisa to get up. It takes a long time for her to get up. She is so slow. Sometimes I have to go stand on top of her to encourage her to get up. Sometimes I have to knead and knead and dig my claws in a little bit. Sometimes that works, but sometimes she rolls over and I fall off the bed. Humph. I wait and wait, and as soon as she turns off that buzzing thing next to the bed for the five hundredth time, she gets up. I chase her into the kitchen and I wait by the treat drawer. Sometimes she'll do something else first- fill up her water bottle and put it in the fridge, move the chairs under the kitchen table, turn on the computer, but if she does that, I just follow her everywhere she goes so she doesn't forget about me. I look at her with big eyes and she gives me treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see how I have this scam worked out? They both give me treats in the morning! Double treats! I think at first they didn't realize they were both doing it, but now they do, and they still do it! I can exert such power over these humans- it's great! And I can get treats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-3847587007476550449?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/3847587007476550449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/3847587007476550449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/08/treat-scammer.html' title='Treat Scammer'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOKD4DiUbqM/SJkQitWqvvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Pm70dnmgejw/s72-c/hallie_nosy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-2488433900288310679</id><published>2008-07-23T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:02:55.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>We are lonely.</title><content type='html'>the humans have been gone since sunday. they left early and we haven't seen them since. they took lots of bags with them. hallie and i wonder if they are coming back? do you think they will? some people calling themselves our grandparents stopped by and fed us and that was nice. they even petted me and played with me. i love them! maybe they will come back. hallie just hid the whole time. i don't know what the hell is wrong with her? she keeps telling me that the humans will be back, but i am not sure i should believe that cat. she's a shifty little spaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see our humans, tell them we miss them. or at least I miss them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-2488433900288310679?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/2488433900288310679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/2488433900288310679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-lonely.html' title='We are lonely.'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895978064966577190.post-5680910279875447459</id><published>2008-07-16T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:24:33.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>hiiiiii!</title><content type='html'>the other night lisa (one of our humans) was at the pub drinking with friends and somehow the topic of blogging came up. some of her friends think it's funny that she is so interested in blogging and the interwebs. we think it's funny too, but i like how she spends lots of time on the computer, because i can hang out in the office and sit on the carpet. i wish she'd pet me more, but when i try to insist and jump onto the computer chair, she usually pushes me off. usually we are not allowed in the office when one of the humans are not present, and i don't understand why. there are lots of fun things in there, plants to dig into and bite and knock over, papers to chew on, the little tiger lisa keeps on the computer desk.... i love that tiger. every time she's not looking, i get my paws on him and if i am lucky i'll get to drag him off into the hall before she notices. she usually catches me, though, and i get yelled at and she takes the tiger and puts it back and kicks me out of the office and shuts the door. bummer, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, someone suggested that i get a blog, but of course she had to include hallie too. i don't know why she loves that cat more than me, because she's scared of everything and is always running away from everything, from me, from the humans, from her own shadow. she's broken. but lisa loves her anyway, so i gotta share this blog with hallie. i managed to get the keyboard before her though. FIRST! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is our blog. i don't know how much we'll update it, because we are cats and we have a reputation for laziness that we have to live up to. we'll have to put lots of pictures on here though, because lisa the photographer takes more photos of us than anything. she should start a cat photography business. she and chris are always asking me and hallie when we are going to get jobs, maybe i could be her manager. eh, nah- i think i'll take a nap instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895978064966577190-5680910279875447459?l=hallieandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/5680910279875447459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895978064966577190/posts/default/5680910279875447459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallieandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiiiiii.html' title='hiiiiii!'/><author><name>LJH and Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09550539620980382867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081405491752406043'/></author></entry></feed>