<?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-16171715</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:12:49.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Levi Baby</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/bj9yxl.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-114029341557364252</id><published>2006-02-18T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T12:10:15.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so windy, I didn't dare go outside. I could of gotten blown away like all of the snowflakes out there. Plus my fur would get all ruffly. But I made up for it today. I caught a big blue bird with a black mouth. Mommy says it's called a "Blue J". It didn't look like a J to me though. I thought Mommy might like it in her room, because it was pretty and blue like the bed in there. But the older Mommy said "Don't let him in until he gets rid of that thing," and Mommy said "Don't worry, I won't." So I had to throw my bird off the ledge under the door before Mommy let me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after my last post, our warm spell ended. We had a lot of snow for a little while.It left, then came back, and now it's melted again. I hope it's warm again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-114029341557364252?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/114029341557364252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=114029341557364252' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/114029341557364252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/114029341557364252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-was-so-windy-i-didnt-dare-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113915915124687947</id><published>2006-02-05T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T09:05:51.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth</title><content type='html'>To all you kitties suffering in the cold when you go outside this winter, I say "Ha, ha." A rarity this winter in southern Ontario, we've had practically no snow since around Cristmas. Not only that, but February 2 was an incredibly warm day. Like mid-spring warm. It's snowing again today, but not  much. But there is snow where Mommy's going skiing on Thursday. She says she going with school (that place where she does her homework). School confuses me, one day they force he to write stuff all night and ignore me and complain about too much homework, the they ship her off to slide down a hill on sticks for a day. Which also doesn't involve me.  Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of homework, I think Mommy's getting some sort of promotion. She's been excited that later this year she'll be going to high school instead of just school. An executive position maybe? Way too much responsibility for a 13-year-old human. She says she'll have even more homework, which neither of us are looking forward to. But she she'll be going to school with her friends. That probably means her nice friends will be over more to pet me. I just hope that one that picks me up funny doesn't come as much. An arm jabbed into your stomach isn't as comfortable as you'd think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113915915124687947?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113915915124687947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113915915124687947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113915915124687947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113915915124687947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2006/02/warmth.html' title='Warmth'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113839968932802597</id><published>2006-01-27T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:08:09.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Fault</title><content type='html'>I'm reallly, really, really, really sorry for my recent lack of posts. However, you'll be happy to know that it's &lt;em&gt;not my fault. &lt;/em&gt;I blame it entirely on Mommy and her stupid vampire romance novels. She's been too invlolved in her Twilight book to turn the computer on for &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a higher note, I just got the best belly scratching that any cat has ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113839968932802597?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113839968932802597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113839968932802597' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113839968932802597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113839968932802597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-my-fault.html' title='Not My Fault'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113605610099522901</id><published>2005-12-31T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T11:08:21.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye '05</title><content type='html'>Mommy told me that today is the very last day of 2005. She said that means that a new year is starting. Apparently it's something to be celebrated. So at midnight, a big ball inside the T.V. is going to drop. I say that this should be a celebration. Especially if the ball is rainbow colored and makes a krinkly sound. Cross your claws kitties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113605610099522901?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113605610099522901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113605610099522901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113605610099522901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113605610099522901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-05.html' title='Goodbye &apos;05'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113587101405645445</id><published>2005-12-29T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T07:43:53.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There seemed to be a lot of confusion over yesterdays tuxie post. All of the tuxies are commenting saying that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I shouldn't want to be one just because they have a gang. But actually, it was more of a jealousy thing. Remember, in the post, I mentioned something about my Mommy liking tuxies? I just don't want my tuxie friend or any other tuxie taking my place as Mommy's baby. I was just a little startled by the calendar yesterday. So don't attack me with any more accusations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113587101405645445?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113587101405645445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113587101405645445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113587101405645445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113587101405645445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/there-seemed-to-be-lot-of-confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113578621870516078</id><published>2005-12-28T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T08:10:18.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuxies have all the luck...</title><content type='html'>If  I had one wish, I'd wish I was a tuxedo cat. You guys have it good. Mommy has recently decided that she loves tuxies. She even got a tuxedo cat 2006 calendar. I even have a tuxie friend, and we don't know if he lives anywhere. So Mommy says she REALLY wishes she could keep him.  She says that my tuxie friend is so cute. You guys even have your own gang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113578621870516078?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113578621870516078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113578621870516078' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113578621870516078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113578621870516078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/tuxies-have-all-luck.html' title='Tuxies have all the luck...'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113538632245405408</id><published>2005-12-23T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:05:22.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need the Nip</title><content type='html'>It's almost Christmas! And Santa stopped a few days early to fill up our kitty stockings! But Mommy stuck them way up high so we can't get them! NowI smell three things in mine. My favourite treats, my not-favorite treats, and CATNIP! And my ears tell me of a new toy as well. But Mommy says I can't ave them until Sunday. I don't know what Sunday means, but my patience is running thin. Why do they do this to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my fun with our Christmas tree. I knocked off a few ornaments to play. But mostly I'm playing with something the older Mommy brought home. A GIANT krinkle ball! You cant imagine the wicked fun I have with that thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113538632245405408?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113538632245405408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113538632245405408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113538632245405408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113538632245405408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/need-nip.html' title='Need the Nip'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113365489220025850</id><published>2005-12-03T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:08:12.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hole</title><content type='html'>It was really windy out. I don't like the wind. I was outside in the wind, and nobody tried to let me in. I already learned that I can't did through cement. So I tried the screen door. It worked, but there was glass on the other side, and everyone knows you can't did through glass. But the people came home and saw the big giant hole in the screen and they yelled at me! They don't even care that they stuck me out in the wind. The older one is talking about getting a new screen. If anything I thought they'd get rid of the glass behind the screen. I put mud on it so they'd notice it, but I guess they just don't see the glass. Getting rid of it could give me the ability to come and go when I want. I just have to point it out to them... but how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113365489220025850?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113365489220025850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113365489220025850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113365489220025850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113365489220025850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/12/hole.html' title='The Hole'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113297045912612577</id><published>2005-11-25T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:15:28.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Turkey!</title><content type='html'>Everybodys talking about how good their turkey was! Well I'm getting fed up. I haven't gotten any turkey since October. That's Thanksgiving in Canada. Why can't we all have both Thanksgivings? There would be a lot more thanks, and a lot less claws. Oh well. Mommy says if I wait 'till Christmas, I'll get more turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I see why Mommy wants me inside. It's snowy and cold out there! I went out this morning, and I didn't come in when Mommy called. When I realized how cold it was, I tried ti did into the house through some cement at the bottom of the downstairs window. Mommy let me in before she went to the homework place. By the way, she had no homework AGAIN! She shouldn't leave me if she doesn't have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I learned that you can't dig through cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a really bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, Scarlet has a blog now. Check it out at &lt;a href="http://queenkitty.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://queenkitty.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113297045912612577?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113297045912612577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113297045912612577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113297045912612577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113297045912612577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-turkey.html' title='More Turkey!'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113277745604763433</id><published>2005-11-23T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:25:25.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nibblet</title><content type='html'>Aww. Isn't he cute? And he has such good taste in food! (He's at the bottom of the page)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113277745604763433?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113277745604763433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113277745604763433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113277745604763433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113277745604763433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/nibblet.html' title='Nibblet'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113277442115512252</id><published>2005-11-23T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:33:41.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>I have a friend. I don't know is name, or where he lives, or if he even lives anywhere for that matter. I hardly know anything about him. I do know that he doesn't have a collar. He is black and white and a little chubby. He plays with me some nights, then tries to come back in with me. Then Mommy sits there watching him, and asks her mom that if we ever find out he doesn't live anywhere if we could keep him. I can tell she really wants to. She has a name picked out and everything. I hope we can one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113277442115512252?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113277442115512252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113277442115512252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113277442115512252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113277442115512252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113270262202839860</id><published>2005-11-22T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:37:02.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I climbed a tree really high. I saw Mommy look at me through the window. I shouted "Hey Mommy! Look at me! I'm really high up on a thin branch and I'm not even scared!" Then I guess Mommy didn't understand me 'cause she said "Aww, poor baby." (she calls me baby) then let me inside. She didn't even say how brave I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be able to comment on you poodin's blogs. When I try to click the link It make my computer screen freeze. Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113270262202839860?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113270262202839860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113270262202839860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113270262202839860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113270262202839860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-i-climbed-tree-really-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-113262381032256186</id><published>2005-11-21T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:55:23.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Cold</title><content type='html'>Well, I was still here last time it snowed, but I wasn't allowed out yet. Snow is weird and bad. We only had a little, and it's gone. But mommy says we'll get more and then I can't go out 'cause mommy doesn't want be crawling into car engines for warmth 'case she heard og cats dying like that. That's fine for Scarlet, she doesn't like the cold as it is and hardly goes out. But I can't handle staying in for THREE MONTHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v660/scarlet_dust/Img0001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy put on my Christmas jingle collar. It has jingly bells on it. It's a lot of fun but a little tight. Right now I'm sleepin' down here, I'm really tired. Mommy has to use the computer for her home work now, so I'm gonna go sleep some more. I have to show mommy that is the only reason I should be inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v660/scarlet_dust/Img0000.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-113262381032256186?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/113262381032256186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=113262381032256186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113262381032256186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/113262381032256186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/11/snow-and-cold.html' title='Snow and Cold'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-112958267138879214</id><published>2005-10-17T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:57:51.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing of importance happened today. I know your all wondering how this adorable little boy came to live with his Mommy. So I'll tell you how mommy got me. Also, Mommy's mommy doesn't like it when I call her the Short Lady. She will now be called the Mother until I think of something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy went to a pet store when she just got back from a Nova Scotia trip. I think she was getting some cat food. She already had Scarlet then and Dusty was still alive (she got put down about a week after this). So the Mother went to look for the food and Mommy noticed that the pet store had kittens at the time. It's a smaller pet store. It never has dogs and only has cats once in a while. Mostly yummy-looking creatures and ugly lizards and things that pinch you. But Mommy always has to look at the kittens. There were four of us, but my people noticed something strange: the others were orange but I was grey, black and orange like Scarlet. They asked the pet store lady and she told them about my scary time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, one second I'm in a nice home with my cat-mommy. Then my first people-mommy picks me up and puts me in a metal creature with her and we drive away. I don't know what's going on but then she leaved me in a parking lot with lots of big metal creatures. I was really scared out there. Then the pet store lady saw me and put me with my orange friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my people heard this, they had to buy me. but they had a hard time getting me home. They put me in another metal creature and I just knew I was leaving my orange friends to go to another parking lot. But Mommy took me straight home. I was afraid of the outside for a while. I ran away from the door while Scarlet ran to it. And while we're talking about Scarlet, she was already a lot bigger than me back then. Now I'm bigger! But when Scarlet had Dusty as her friend she was sa bully and would just come up and push me over. Now I trust my Mommy and Scarlet is nice and I love them more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-112958267138879214?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112958267138879214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=112958267138879214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112958267138879214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112958267138879214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-112948088290231185</id><published>2005-10-16T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:41:22.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Alive</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am still alive. I haven't been on my blog due to a little bit of computer trouble, and a lot of my mommy being to lazy to get off her but and turn on the computer for me (I just can't figure that thing out). But she finally did, and I'm still her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The InuYasha is currently old news. It's a picture-box show. I'm not going into detail, but I will say it involved a woofie-man. And, no, I don't mean a werewoofie. But now mommy likes a picture-box show called Fullmetal Alchemist. I saw it. It's really strange. I don't understand why people watch shows about guys with metal arms when they could be outside catching a mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-112948088290231185?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112948088290231185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=112948088290231185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112948088290231185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112948088290231185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-alive.html' title='I am Alive'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-112677876400862868</id><published>2005-09-15T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T03:06:04.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily</title><content type='html'>There used to be a little yippy dog next door. Her name was Lily. She was some kinda thing called a Shitzoo or something.Lily was very small, even smaller than me. Mommy would always say to me "Levi, don't be afraid of her you stupid cat. She's &lt;em&gt;smaller &lt;/em&gt;than you! She never getting any bigger! And besides, she only wants to play. Lily likes cats." A dog liking cates!?! It just doesn't happen.She wants me dead,I just know it. Well she may be smaller but she smells scary. And smelly. and dog-like. She was a scary, smelly, dog-like dog. And I didn't like it. But now she's gone, and I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her. I liked teasing her. Sitting just close enough to her that she thinks she can get me to play, but just far enough away that her dog-holder makes her stop. I don't like her gone and I want her back. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-112677876400862868?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112677876400862868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=112677876400862868' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112677876400862868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112677876400862868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/lily.html' title='Lily'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-112613334623013043</id><published>2005-09-07T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:49:06.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>Mommy went to school today again. I heard this and I was gonna scratch her then and there because of what happened yesterday. But she did do some homework today. She brought some work home with her. Human work is real weird. It involves black and red box pictures. What do you gain from that? A nice tasty mouse? I don't think so. Humans are just pointless. Why do they do these things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-112613334623013043?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112613334623013043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=112613334623013043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112613334623013043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112613334623013043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-112604123791995107</id><published>2005-09-06T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:13:59.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School and Discovery of the Spinny Monsters</title><content type='html'>Mommy went back to school for homework today. I missed her real bad. But when she came home she said she didn't have any homework. So let me tell you this, Mommy. You leave me in the real hot house all day. I don't even have you for pettin's or snuggling. You tell me that your going to school. That's the place where you do your homework job. You come home from school an' all of a sudden you say you had no homework. Well, you can't just walk off to the school building whenever you want. because then I'm all alone with scarlet an' if you try to pounce that girl she swipes at you an' scratches your face. An' none o' this is very fair to me. So next time you go of to your school you better have done some homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the InuYasha: I didn't see it. Mommy was upset last night because it was switched to a time so late that she just can't see it except Fridays. She didn't get the movie because Short Lady forgot to go an' see how many monies it costed. An' I'm no closer to finding 0ut what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are things more important than an InuYasha. An' Moses will be very happy to hear this. As I said, Mommy left me alone today. An' as I also said, it was hot. I did two things. I tried to eat the blue betta. We have three. The blue one is downstars in a easy-to-push tank. I spilled lotsa water and got yelled at. But the really important thing is that I decided to Investigate the Spinny Monsters. So I when into momy's room where the quieter one is. An' I hopped up onto Mommy's bed. An' that was not a good idea because the Spinny Monster found me right there. It looked right at me an' started to turn it's head again. But it would always look back at me an' then in would breathe on me a bit. But those Spinny Monsters got windy, cool breath. An' all int did was turn it's spinny head an' breathe.The spinny monster just wanted to keep me cool in this hot, hot house. I think it still turned beacause it was looking for Scarlet. But that stupid cat stayed outside in the stupid heat all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-112604123791995107?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112604123791995107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=112604123791995107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112604123791995107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112604123791995107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-and-discovery-of-spinny.html' title='School and Discovery of the Spinny Monsters'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-112593850699622349</id><published>2005-09-05T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T09:41:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure whats the big deal about this labour day. Moses was saying in his blog that his humans were at home all day. Well Mommy was at home, but she doesnt work in the summer. She has a job called homework for the rest of the year in a place called school. And the short lady went to work at the nursey home like she does on most days. So it's just me, Mommy and Scarlet. An' it's just like a normal boring day. Which is fine with me. More sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was talking about the InuYasha again. It's only gonna be once tonight, so I have to make sure I find out what it is. I only know she has two movies of the InuYasha, and she might get another one tomorrow. This is weird. Mommy really likes this InuYasha, but it's just too strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-112593850699622349?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112593850699622349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=112593850699622349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112593850699622349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112593850699622349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/labour-day.html' title='Labour Day'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-112574945588299009</id><published>2005-09-03T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T05:10:55.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A fly got in the house yesterday. It annoyed me. Flys are boring. They aren't for pro hunters like me. But Scarlet was chasing it! I was so embarassed that I worship this cat (but who else can I worship 'round here?). And when she couldn'y even catch that, I decided to show her how it was done. I caught that thing as soon as I went after it and it was pretty darn good. Not as good as a big mouse though. Anyways, The humans seemed pretty happy with that and said I was a "good boy". Usualy when I'm a good boy, I get treats. I didn't see any treats for the fly. People are stupid. Just because I ate the fly, doesn'y mean I would rater not have treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy seemed pretty happy late last night. Something about an InuYasha doing something twice. I'm supposed to report to Scarlet about whats happening in the house. But I don't know what an InuYasha is. Why can't the humans just explain things? As I said earlier, people are stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-112574945588299009?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112574945588299009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=112574945588299009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112574945588299009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112574945588299009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/fly-got-in-house-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-112570298097645531</id><published>2005-09-02T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:16:20.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flys are yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-112570298097645531?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112570298097645531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=112570298097645531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112570298097645531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112570298097645531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/flys-are-yummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-112570293503619857</id><published>2005-09-02T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:15:35.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinny Monster</title><content type='html'>I walked into the shory lady's room and found one of those spinny monsters. It was moving it's head from side to side just like moseskitty said in his blog. This one's looking for me. But when I went to hide in mommy's room, I found another one. I don't know why they want me. I don't own this house. But they're looking for me and I don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-112570293503619857?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112570293503619857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=112570293503619857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112570293503619857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112570293503619857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/spinny-monster.html' title='Spinny Monster'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16171715.post-112561820471322254</id><published>2005-09-01T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:03:51.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rambling Starts</title><content type='html'>I'm Levi. I'm a grey cat with black stripes And a bit of white somewhere. I have three fish. I live with another cat named Scarlet, who I worship. She owns two humans. They are my 13-year-old mommy, and the short lady who is mommy's mommy. They have no purpose on this eart but to serve us. Let us outside, let us inside, and feed us whenever we want. But for some demented reason, they think they own me. Well they don't. Scarlet does. She owns them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16171715-112561820471322254?l=levibaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/feeds/112561820471322254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16171715&amp;postID=112561820471322254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112561820471322254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16171715/posts/default/112561820471322254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://levibaby.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-rambling-starts.html' title='My Rambling Starts'/><author><name>Levi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158787244975668118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
