Saturday, June 24, 2017

Leia Issues A Statement

...through her publicist (the Mom).

I, Leia, was seen at the Emergency Stabby Place tonight for what was diagnosed as a bacterial urinary tract infection. I was subjected to various indignities upon my purrson. And tricked into being grabbed by mom to go into the PTU (she tempted me with a Pill Pocket! How DARE she!). And forced to endure a car ride.

Her punishment was the Hiss of the Tabby - twice! - which she totally deserved. This is a fearsome punishment, even more so than the Back of Disrespect.

I was given my first pill at the Stabby Place, and am now home trying to rest. Except when I really have to visit the ladies' litterbox (pointlessly!). 

However, my mom was a wreck over this, so I may consider leniency. In the morning. When my insides aren't so irritable.

- Leia.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Happy Caturday

It's always amazing to us what Mom spends our green papers on -
I mean, just LOOK at this thing! ***

It's a cat magnet. If cats had crazy bendable arms and legs.
And everyone knows this is NOT true. 

AND it's orange!

...well... ok... that is a nice color, I admit.

- Toby, pondering the oddness of hoomins.

*** Mom got this from Hobby Lobby yesterday. 
We're told there was much squealing when her eyes fell upon it.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Mancat Monday

Yes, mom, I do rule (our) the world.

Your point?

PS.... Umm... Maybe don't tell Leia I meoweed that.... You know how girls are.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

The Whiskeratti - Nursing Duty ACTIVATED!

We've put aside - temporarily! - our kibble investigation to assume our emergency nursing duty hats.

And like the good kittehs we are, we sprang right into action, too.

On Caturday afternoon, Mom tore her calf muscle. She was doing that thing hoomins call "exercise". We were asleep, but we're told she lunged forward on the contraption below and POP went the muscle. She said it was like the fleshy version of tearing paper.

She hobbled off to the people Stabby Place where the people vet said "not your lucky day!"
Treatment - 6 weeks of wearing a fracture boot or the bandage below if she can't get a boot, Motrin, special exercises (haven't you learned your lesson on that one?), ice, elevation. And, trust us, a fair amount of HBO words when she moves wrong. 

There is also a lot of general crankiness. 

Not to worry, we will do our best to take good care of her. 

With all our combined hearts, we wish all our furriends
and their families a BETTER week ahead than our weekend turned out to be.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Caturday Suspicions

Dear furriends,

We've made it to another Caturday! Of course, for us felines, it's always Caturday, really,
but we like to help our hoomin celebrate this day.

We've been on canned food for years now. We like it ok.. it's not nearly as good as the dry kibble was. We got used to it. But lately Mom has been pouring out KIBBLE! But not for us. Oh no, not for us.

This morning she poured it into a cup, and we both came running.
But did we get a single kibble bit? Even a lick of the crumbs? NO!

She says we can't have any, that we have our own food. Then she takes it outside with her.
 But WHAT does she do with it?

Is she... eating it herself? Would she do that??

Suspicious minds wanna know.

Monday, May 29, 2017

It's Tuesday

Sorry, Mom. 

We know you want to go to sleep now, but there are no more vacancies.
Next time, use the call ahead app for your reservation.

We hear the couch is available, though.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

The Inkblots

This extremely handsome fellow, or lovely ladycat (I don't know which) is who is making my cats crazy. Actually, there are three look alikes that run around here, sometimes in a kitteh pack.

I think they come from a house around the corner. I don't know that he doesn't officially have a home; I just see him a lot around here. Lately I've noticed him napping on the other covered back porch we have, the one that thankfully my cats don't watch much.

I can't do much for him; taking proper care of my own on one income is almost more than I can manage as it is. I don't have the emotional or financial resources for more.

What I can do is leave him alone, to have this porch as a safe space, out of the elements. I can provide clean water; I can put out kibble so that if a hunt isn't succesful, at least he/they don't have to go to sleep hungry. Though I appreciate the irony that his natural diet is probably very much healther than this cheap kibble.

And not least, I can absolutely hate the people who didn't bother to fix their cats that at some point, produced this litter that runs around. 

But, what I can't do is develop an emotional connection with him. I don't speak to him, and he watches me carefully, ready to run. If this weren't a rental, I could do more, but who knows how long we will live here? What if the next people hate cats? 

Can I just say, one more time, how much I truly hate people who are so careless with these furry lives????!!!

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Thursday - Life with Felines

It really hurts my feelings when I try to be helpful, and all I get is "Toby, NO!"
See this desk? Mom got it set up - finally! it's been a mess for months - and I was
only trying to use my interior decorator skills to move things around.

So I really don't understand her muttered references to "taking hostages".

Yes, I thought these figurines, and the glass pumpkin, would look better moved 
OFF the desk. I was experimenting with a minimalist approach.

But she said these ladies were far too expensive ***
to take a swipe of my Mighty Paw of Doom.

Anyway, I got what I wanted; all that clutter has been relocated.

You're welcome, Mom.

**** Hallmark store. Way overpriced but....

Monday, May 22, 2017

Mancat Monday

We made it past the weekend!

For me purrsonally, I wondered...

You see, there was a Leia Incident. She was making terrible sounds so naturally Mom and I investigated. She... She YELLED at me. 

Awful, awful things. She used words I didn't even know she knew! 

And no, in spite of the rumors, I was definitely NOT hiding under the pink chair. I was under the chair to.... Protect Leia, of course. From herself. I didn't want her to do anything she'd regret later.

I still don't know why she got so upset!

Mom's Note:

What Toby doesn't know is that Leia saw an outside cat through the sliding glass door. I think they are very curious about my cats. 

Leia is a good girl though..she was very upset but unlike Toby, she doesn't attack from redirected aggression. She didn't quite know what to do with her frustration, so she just stood there and made scary noises. 

Eventually peace reigned in the valley again.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Mancat Monday - and it's Leia Time!

Hi everybody!!! ::wildly waves paws at furriends::

We hope everyone had a great Mom's Day weekend.

So, I know it's Monday but that's exactly why *I* am here.

I heard a vile rumor that SOME orange kitteh around here was gonna spill a secret of mine.

So I thought - hey, we live in the age of reality TV, I'm going to beat him to it.

Here it is:

I'm a messy eater! Yep, I am and I OWN IT.

Mom is forever having to wipe some bit of wet food that hangs around
 (otherwise it dries and sticks to my tiny chin or mouth area).

Ha ha meow!!! Take that Toby.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Wordless Wednesday

Can you tell where my new hiding spot is??
- Leia

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Mancat Monday

Hello, furriends! We hope everyone had a good weekend.

So, here I am, sleepy and relaxed. So what does that woman do??
 She brings out the Beast Known as Vacoom!
Without even a by-your-leave, she lets that thing fire up and eat stuff.

So I move my Sleep Base of Operations into the bedroom.

Clearly, I'm on Do Not Disturb.

So what does that woman do??!

Now she wants to MAKE UP THE BED! ***

I tell you, there is no respect for feline-kind in THIS house.


*** Mom's note - hours have passed, Toby! He makes it sound like it was 10 minutes.

Such a drama king he is.

Monday, May 1, 2017

The Heaviest of Hearts

Dearest Flynn has passed over. We have been dreading this day for some time, and now it's here.

Eric and Flynn were the first cats' blog we followed, way back. We have a special love for oranges here. Seeing them on their walks in the field, and watching them do their Potted Kitteh routines, filled us with happiness. They were such wonderful examples of mancats, truly. The world is poorer for their passing.

To their family, we can only say we feel your pain, and your loss, and we mourn with you.

- Cathy, Leia and Toby

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Happy Caturday - and Welcome to Our Roundtable Discussion

Happy Caturday to all!

We welcome you all to our discussion today. The topic:

Scritches - Two Handed or One?

Now, that seems obvious - two is always better, right? 
I mean, when your hoomin's other hand is always busy doing something else,
like her phone or petting that other kitteh who lives with you and should really be waiting her turn beccause everyone knows YOU are the special one here,
isn't that super annoying?

The attention should be all about ME - I mean, you.


Sometimes, I've noticed anyway, while the two handed thing is utter bliss,
it can get a bit... overwhelming. And then maybe you want to get just a lil bit bitey.

What do you think?

Comments are OPEN.

Snacks and niptinis to follow.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Mancat Monday


Do you want to know a secret?

Do you??

Leia: I do !

Come closer....

Just a little closer...

And here it is: It's Monday!!

MOL! I didn't say it was a good secret, did I?

Have a great week, furriends.

Leia: I feel so cheated.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

The Bridge Has a New Queen

A very dear furriend, Queen Nellie, has passed over. 

We cherished the time we got to spend with her,
and visiting her blog was always a wonderful experience.

She lived a long, full life, and her mom loved her very much. 

But, we still hurt here today.

Please go visit her mom if you can.

Friday, April 7, 2017

He Meow'd, She Meow'd, Mom's Mad

We want to wish all our furriends a most wonderful weekend.

Ok, so DON'T BELIEVE ANYTHING you are about to read. I mean it. It wasn't me. I.. uhhh.. I'm pretty sure it was Not Me, posing as my orange clone. Really, look at this sweet face, would I do anything bad, like EVER???

Ha. Our furriends are TOO SMART to fall for that line, orange beastie boy. 

So here is what happened - yesterday I was all
happy and content and snuggled into my little house.
The one that fits me purrfectly, and was a gift from my Brody. Toby comes marching over and ATTACKS me! He even tore apart my house (mom had to go into the remodeling business to fix it), and chased me under the bed. Meanie. Naturally, Mom stepped in to save me.

Toby: I was defending my territory. There was an ebil introoder kitteh out there! Oh wait, that wasn't me, that was Not Me Orange Clone. But I was the one who saw the introoder, so somewhere along the line N M O C took over...   ::sees the frosty stares of two females::  err.... umm.... I think I need to go... do some- (Toby dashes off to safety in an undisclosed location).

Mom's turn:
Unfortunately, there are some outside cats that roam here. A really beautiful black cat hangs out nearby, and he/she stopped to see Toby behind the sliding glass door. I came in, the other cat ran, Toby was full of a bad case of redirected aggression. And sought out my tiny Leia, who is less than half his size. With the help of a pillow, I get him out of the bedroom so she can recover herself. But he's still mad, and unsure what to do with his furry fury, and I'm mad because he attacked Leia with no warning.  He literally ran into the living room to find her so he could beat her up. 

None of us had a good morning. 

Friday, March 31, 2017

Finally Friday

Meows, dear furriends. We know we haven't posted much lately - Mom has been working long hours, like that's EVER been an excuse for slacking on feline needs. Ha. Still, she has been dragging in very tired lately, so maybe we will give her some time to redeem herself.

But, still, let's all take a moment to celebrate Finally Friday.

In other news... Leia has been complaining that I'm taking over her stuff.

I really can't imagine WHERE she got such an idea. 

Nope, Toby, I can't imagine either.

Mom here:
Toby's bloodwork came back, and it's good news. His thyroid is functioning well on his current medication, so they are refilling it for a year. Leia has been off her Prednisone for about a week and the sneezing fits haven't come back. Yeaaa!!!

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Happy Caturday

Well, this morning was pretty wasted. I got dragged off to the Stabby Place
(They STOLE my bloods!), the car ride, the PTU, everything.

However, I acted like a stern mancat.
I made sure to announce my prescence in the waiting room. I promise you everyone knew
*I* was in the building. And I definitely scolded those rude people in the treatment area too.

(And just why couldn't my Mom be there when they did stuff to me? Just because I'm big and strong and pretty darn pawsome doesn't mean I don't want my mom with me.)

Anyways, I'm done with this day. See y'all next week.

Mom's note:
We have a new vet here in Florida, and he wanted more bloodwork for the thyroid issue. I really don't like it when they take my cats back to the treatment area. I know sometimes it's neccessary but frankly I prefer to see just what they are doing.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Hear Ye, Hear Ye!

I, Princess Leia, do hereby declare
this is Finally Friday!

All hoomins rejoice!

AND AND I also hereby declare
that tabbies are the official sponsers
of this week's Finally Friday.

Let the good times roll.

PS: this one is for YOU, Brody!

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Monday, March 13, 2017

Mancat Monday

Monday is here, and I'm very busy.
Among other things, I'm reading a pretty good book, part of The Cat Who series. 

I'm also having some guy time with my pals, Cornelius and Lion.
Sometimes, it's just a bit too much female-ness around here.
I'm glad they survived The Move ok.

Not sure how I really feel about Lion though... 

Friday, March 10, 2017

Happy Caturday

Well, it is SUPPOSED to be a happy day for us felines, isn't it?
Toby is all set to enjoy his but I...

*I* am very put out with Mom, that's what I am.

So last night, I was utilitizing the facilities when things got -
well, a lady never goes into detail about these things,
but let's just say a certain matter required clean up, unexpectedly.

I was attending to that matter.
(And may I say, on that subject, hard floors just aren't
as satisfying as carpet?)

Mom happened to be in the same room, and she saw.
She gets the kitteh wipes, closes the bedroom door

I am grabbed, cat-handled, the indignity of it all!

The treat and the fried chick-hen was nice, but you are still on
probation, Cat-Grabber Person. I can't be bought off that easily.

Keep a close eye on your peeps, dear furriends.