Melancholy Kitty

It has been doing this all week:

Which has caused me to do this:

I am a genuine southern belle and if the sun is not shining, I am sad.

Wordless Wednesday

Cat loves Cardboard

Does anybody else love these cardboard scratch things?

Closet Mess

Shia: I claim full responsibility for this act of violence.


Abbi: I think it's Aleah's fault.

Aleah: I've never even been in that room.

Donovan: I think a combination of factors are to blame. First, the humans put too much weight on the shelving unit. Second, poor installation is apparent.

Feathers for Friday

The frog incident is still fresh in my mind. The humans' domestication policy has gone too far! I am a wild animal... ferocious and free. I allow you to be the judge of these events, although I assure you those are real feathers scattered all over their porch rug. The following highlights the actual scene the humans witnessed on the surveillance camera this morning:

Cat Bed Tale

So it all started when Momma brought this home from the store:

It is a standard, low-cost, cat bed. I of course assume it is mine so I stuff a toy under it and proceed to see if it is acceptable for a nap:

I determine that the quality is not quite what I'm used to and I am about to abandon it when Momma tells me she purchased it to cushion the bench Donovan has taken a liking to:

Jealousy and injustice grip my heart. The cat bed is not that bad after all. I stash it between two of my favorite beds and show Momma I cannot live without it:

 

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

Shia claims it would be a breach in security to publish her paw.

LG graciously volunteered to fill her spot:



Yet Another Kitten Story

After Gracey died, Momma and Daddy ached to have a kitten in their lives. When a good friend who worked at a veterinary clinic told them they had kittens for adoption, my parents went and picked out two. They named the black & white boy Liam and the gray & white girl Sidney. Those two kittens took over the house and I was furious to say the least. I knew they were crawling their way into my Daddy's heart and I would have none of it. When more and more of Momma's time was dedicated to them, I went on a hunger strike. After I refused food for three days, my Momma got the point and took the kittens back. My parents are thankful that their friend and her family adopted Liam. They named him Tadpole and my parents are thrilled they get to watch him grow. Sidney was also adopted and my parents hope she is in a loving home. As for me, I'm just glad MY home is kitten free. Good riddance kittens.

Donovan's Paws

My life continues to get better every day. I just found out they offer manicures and pedicures here!!! When the female human picked me up and set me on her lap, I was very content to play the part of a lap cat. As she massaged my back paws, I thought what a nice enhancement to the standard cuddle time. It was only when she asked me if I would like a pedicure that I realized I was about to have a spa day. I declined the soak and polish options for obvious reasons, but the trim and file treatment was glorious! Typically I'm a tad protective of my paws but after the pedicure, I willingly submitted to a manicure as well. Had I known I did not need to resort to uncouth methods of nail care such as scratching trees or concrete but could be pampered with this type of service, I would have surrendered years ago.

Frogs for Friday

The sky unleashed quite a rain fury the other night. I was eager to see what poor, defenseless creature would seek shelter in my procured human porch. I didn't have to wait long before a frog hopped in and soon realized it was basically trapped with me. Since I am of a highly civilized species, I first engage in friendly banter with the thing. Since it is of an amphibian species, it has no clue what I am saying. As I ponder my next move, the female human comes out to "check on me." I am less than forthcoming as to how I am since I don't want her to see the frog and ruin my fun. The rain has settled in and promises to last all night so I need something to abate my boredom. Just as the female is turning to go back inside, the cursed frog decides to jump and reveal its location. Perhaps it likes its odds with her over me? I watch in horror as she catches the frog then announces it need not fear, she is merely transporting him to the front porch where he will be safe. When will the abuse end? To make matters worse, I cannot even provide evidence of this outrage. The storm knocked out the surveillance camera.

Frog Update

Would you believe as the sun rises and dismisses the rain, yet another frog comes to visit me? The female human must have superior frog sensing abilities because she immediately comes out to steal this one from me too. At least this time I can show you how she tortures me.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Momma has a little Irish blood running through her. Even though there is no kitty reference, we think this is awesome and send it out to Momma to celebrate today:

Get your own HERE

Notch in Ear



I will  never understand humans. As the female cuddles up next to me and scratches my head, I observe an exotic tick or other parasitic life form attached to her ear. When I paw at it, it moves somewhat thus confirming it is most definitely embedded in her ear. Feeling sympathetic, I firmly bite down on the pest and start yanking. With complete ingratitude, the human starts whimpering and tries to withdraw from my grasp. I strengthen my grip only to have her retreat with increased fervor. I'm not in the mood for a mouth-ear-tug-of-war game, so I release her. She just lays there holding her ear. I try to reason with her... she should at least subject herself to a thorough de-worming and monthly pest control program like I endured upon capture. Apparently that is too much to ask of her because the thing remains stuck in her ear week after week. As always Donovan has a grandiose explanation. She says the object in the human's ear is an earring and that it is a token of adornment. Scoffing at her, I say it is probably the way humans indicate which females are spayed.



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Sad Kitten Rescue

This kitten was found in the parking lot of the church my parents attend. She was aptly named Gracey. Momma and Daddy were heartbroken to see how frail and sick she was. The vet did everything he could, but could not save her from flea anemia. Although my parents only had her for about 48 hours, they fell deeply in love with this little girl. A lot of humans don't think cats are in heaven, but my Momma believes she will see sweet Gracey again. Speaking of sadness, please pray for the kittys and humans in Japan.

Salvadore (Donovan) Dali

This is what happens when you allow Donovan to have the camera:

Gentle, Gentle

Most days I allow the female human to groom my belly. Oddly, she uses her paws instead of her tongue but humans don't appear to be the brightest of animals. One day I decide to return the favor and start licking her face. Unsure if she will view this action of mine as submission, I proceed to bite down on her chin. Her pupils enlarge and I hear her chant "gentle, gentle." Not clear what this means, I release her chin in preference for her cheek. Again she repeats her mantra of "gentle, gentle" although slightly slurring her words this time. I have made my point so I relinquish my hold and am quite proud to see my fang indentations on her face. She tells me I need to learn to be gentle and kisses my head. What a strange creature.

Five for Friday

Shia's five things you may not know about me:

1.  I

2.  REFUSE

3.  TO

4.  DIVULGE

5.  ANYTHING!

Kitty Video

A few of you have noticed I don't post very many entries. I'm the shy one of the group and prefer to keep my life low key, however when the opportunity arose to star in the premier video for the blog I jumped at the chance. Well actually, jumping is quite overrated these days. The truth is I merely agreed to show the world what happens when Pappy comes to the house. I favor the chew your food thoroughly and don't waste any crumbs lifestyle. The humans love how I scrunch my nose while I chew. Here is my video debut:

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1st Kitten Rescue

I was the very first kitten the humans rescued. They were on their way into a restaurant when I did my best to be noticed. I started walking on top of cars and meowing as loudly as I could. The male human was not at all in favor of my behavior and told me in no uncertain terms that I was forbidden to walk on his car. The female instantly went into pity mode. I was 9 months old, very skinny, and had a nasty flea infestation. When I started crunching on a bread stick I found in the gravel, the female could take no more and stooped down to pet me. She told the male "We can't just leave him here. We have to do something." This of course was music to my ears. She scooped me up and the next thing I knew I was inside a car! The next day the vet told the female that although I was malnourished I could be a model with my high cheek bones and long legs. Perhaps she didn't hear this because all she kept saying was "poor lil guy." She took me to her house where I met the most beautiful feline creature I had ever seen. Her name was Abbi and I was a smitten kitten. I followed her everywhere and demonstrated every sign of adoration I could muster in her presence. She was even gorgeous when she was angry which was every time I came near. Despite all my wooing, she continued to reject me with vicious growls and vocal warnings to get out of her house. The female human known as Momma finally relented and began looking for a new home for me. I didn't want to go anywhere. I only wanted to be around my Abbi. Within a few days Grammie and Pappy offered to let me live at their house. The name Lil Guy stuck, LG for short, although sometimes Momma calls me scruffy boy. I've lived in my new home for 3 years now and I love it, especially when Abbi comes to visit.

Chai Tea

Some may claim this is a superfluous display of my morning activities however I feel compelled to share.

I was in a quiet, reflective mood as I prepared for today's blog entry when Grammie dropped by and surprised Momma with a Chai Tea Latte. As my momma's protector, I must inspect everything prior to her consumption. Below records the result of such inspection.

Cat humor

The following was submitted by John Ring. Although an avid dog lover, he at least has a good sense of humor.

Five for Friday

Abbi's five things you may not know about me:

1. I was born in VA, momma found me in PA, and I live in SC.

2. I've been in a plane.

3. I like to take rides in the car.

4. I sleep under the covers with momma.

5. I hoard cardboard boxes and paper bags... it may be an addiction.

Bugs out, Cats in

I enrolled myself into a work release program only to be duped by the actual release phase. Here's the background: I intently study the humans and one of the things I've noticed is they have an aversion to bugs in the house. The female goes to great lengths to trap, then toss the bugs back outside. The male simply kills them. Wanting to prove my outstanding behavior while serving my time, I begin to stalk and trap bugs too. Initially I was reprimanded for eating them so I resorted to torturing them before depositing them at one of the doors. I was more than willing to escort them outside, but I was repeatedly told I need only point out where the bugs are. This got me thinking. Why do the bugs get trapped and released outside when I was trapped and forced to stay inside? I filed a formal complaint on this matter but discovered the female human is also in charge of the complaints department. Instead of being released, I had to endure an extensive dissertation relating to the dangers and problems associated with cats who are free to roam outside. Where does she come with this stuff?

Wordless Wednesday

More Kitten Rescue

Shia: The merciless female human has savagely captured 2 kittens and shipped them off to a child labor camp in Pennsylvania.

Abbi: No, she hasn't. These kittens were rescued near a restaurant and my momma wisely found them a home far, far away from me. In fact these kittens are none other than Gracie and Riley.




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