Sunday, January 30, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Right now I'm so mad at Mom I could just hiss. And I have. See, there's this upstart mankitten named Nico who lives next door. Mom says he's a stray that they just kind of adopted. I guess that's ok but... he comes into OUR yard! He looks at us while we're on OUR porch! And he hissed at US!
Oh, and he sprays OUR bushes outside too. That is just rude.
Worst of all - Mom picks him up. Yesterday when she came home from werk she gave him a hug and came inside. I was all happy and excited to see her, I always am, but when I went up to her she smelled like that little pipsqueak. I got so mad I hissed at her, but kept going up to her to be petted, then I would hiss again. Kind of hard to make up my mind whether I should be mad or happy. I guess I was both.
She thought that was funny, and she laughed at me. I see I'm gonna have to lay down the paw on paying attention to that squeaker.
Posted by The Whiskeratti at 8:41 AM 10 comments:
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Purrayers for Annie
Our friend Annie isn't doing so well.
If you haven't visited, please
go by and give hugs and love
to her Mom, ok?
She needs them.
She's going home!!
Posted by The Whiskeratti at 8:55 AM 5 comments:
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Furriends, you won't believe this -
Mom just called and said that there is no lemonade
at her fave drive through restaurant for lunch.
This is terrible!
Something/someone should be banned over this!
(Psssttt: Does any kitteh know what
"lemonade" is? We're just humoring
the Mom. You have to do that sometimes.)
Posted by The Whiskeratti at 12:40 PM 11 comments:
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Go Mr Mews!
Today we want to give a purr-out to Mr Mews. He's just beginning a new mystery to solve. We caught him half way through the last one, and it was so much fun. We encourage every kitteh - and every goggie - to check it out.
We give it four paws up.
Posted by The Whiskeratti at 7:22 AM 2 comments:
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Mom Has a Question
Sometimes I wonder - did I make a mistake raising Toby? He was about 4 weeks old when he came into my life on a cold October day, dirty, oil covered and very, very loud. My first clear memory of him was looking down at him in the box, his head thrown back and his mouth wide, complaining very vigorously about his lot in life to date. I think he knew, even then, he was destined for luxury and personal staff. And darn it, he wanted to fast forward to that part.
He was there when I had to let Mina go to the Bridge; he climbed onto me while I cried and snuggled close. In some ways I think he absorbed the love I had/have for Mina, so I really love him for two cats. I was there for him a few months later when he had his hoohaectomy. That was rough on him. He was upset, hurting; I brought him home and held him close. He fell asleep with his arms around my neck.
It amazes me that a creature as big as Toby can be so hypersensitive. Leia is much braver than he. And that is the problem. When the kittens were in here last year, he had a very bad time with that. Pulled his fur right out on his hip. I know that when one is pulled too young from the mom, that creates other problems. Yet, I've known others like that, and they are pretty resilient beings.
I've given him, and Leia, a great deal of love and attention. I will never believe I give them "too much" yet I have to ask - is there a way to help him be stronger? He and I are actually very alike, emotionally. Did I rub off on him somehow?
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
The Things People Believe
Mom told us once about how some people used to believe that getting their pictures taken by cameras would steal their souls. Can you believe how silly that is? I mean, really. We all thought that was pretty funny.
Besides, everyone knows that it's really.... (whispers) vacuum cleaners you have to worry about. Now THOSE are dangerous, dangerous things. They'll snatch your soul away from you before you can sneeze!
Posted by The Whiskeratti at 12:06 PM 12 comments:
Thursday, January 6, 2011
We luff you and all but seriously -
when you are being very sneezy,
rubbing your face in our furs will only
make you more sneezy.
Posted by The Whiskeratti at 1:07 PM 14 comments:
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Breaking News: BUG!!!!!
It's a HUGE bug.
As big as the house - almost as big as the house - and mean.
(Mom: not quite that big. About the size of a palmetto bug).
It came in off the porch, fighting its way past Toby.
(Toby: I was asleep, Leia. I barely blinked at it).
But *I*, Leia, am on the job, watching and waiting for
it to emerge again so I can do battle and protect the household.
(Toby: in between naps, drinks of water, visits to the porch...).
Hey, you two! Stop it, you're spoiling the dramatic effect here.
(Mom & Toby: oops, sorry 'bout that. Do continue).
To be continued (after the bug comes out again...)
Posted by The Whiskeratti at 8:36 PM 15 comments:
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