Strange Bedfellows

These humans are turning out to be more formidable opponents than I thought. The house still remains under their control and none of the feline inhabitants are willing to maim or kill them for me. Their lack of kitty dominance is insufferable to me. I succinctly declare: "desperate times call for desperate measures." I have forged an alliance with another species in hopes he will overthrow this human dictatorship. I apologize in advance for the horrid picture quality. Surveillance cameras are not what they used to be.

Yard Work

One of my favorite pastimes is to watch momma cut the grass.

She needed a subtle reminder that the grass could use some tidying.

I'm always happy to help her.

Five for Friday

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

1. I love getting my belly rubbed.

2. I will not allow the humans to pick me up.

3. My middle name is Lu.

4. I can meow the human word "hi."

5. I sleep with a blanket named blank-ee.

Donovan - Drool

I'm still assimilating myself into human culture. One custom the female human is steeped in involves applying her lips to my head. Apparently it is a common act designed to display human affection. She calls it a "kiss." Wanting to impress her with my vast knowledge of human behavior, I emphatically rub my lips all over hers. Did I mention I'm a self-confessed drooler? Yes, when I am happy I drool. What I failed to realize is humans find it offensive to place your happy cat drool on their lips. Thankfully the human overlooked the offense with a tight lipped smile and ran off to wash her face.

Wordless Wednesday





Kitten Rescue

My name is Keaton and I was 12 weeks old when the following occured. I was trying my best to survive in the wild by hiding in cars. The female human literally pulled me out of the engine of a new Toyota Sienna van and ushered me to a place called "the vet." After a short stay there, I came to live at her house. I easily asserted myself as ruler over Aleah. She was terrified of me. Donovan was resisting me through constant hissing and growling fits but I knew I'd win her over. Shia was astounded that I had infiltrated the humans' liar with so little effort and at such a young age. She immediately tried to enlist me in her coup. Abbi was posing the greatest threat. She had the seniority, the attitude, and the good looks. Dethroning her proved impossible. The humans became very attached to me and pleaded with Abbi to accept me. Many tears were shed when a great family wanted me to rule their home. I'm pretty sure Abbi's tears were feigned but at least the human tears were sincere. Occassionally I miss the humans who rescued me, but these new ones have great food as well as a Great Dane who I lord over.

Shia - Joy then dejection

I successfully completed my mission or so I thought. The female human set up and baited the bird luring station for me. Within hours I was completely amused as birds flocked to the area. I soon grew tired of watching and decided to catch a few... just for sport of course. Suddenly out of nowhere the female human starts yelling, flailing her arms, and scares all the birds away. The ingrate then had the audacity to call me a "BAD GIRL." I considered clawing her eyes out, but I've developed an affinity for those new "treats" she's been giving me. A diversion tactic was needed pronto. I have often observed Queen Abbi rubbing her face and body against the human's leg so I quickly mimicked the behavior. Much to my surprise, I was extended forgiveness and deemed a "good girl." Now I need to convince her to re-stock the bird station. I attempted the look-how-sad-I-am maneuver, but no luck. Perhaps Queen Abbi can help.

Abbi - Cat duty

Momma is not feeling well.

Here I demonstrate why I am the best cat in the world.



Five for Friday

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

1. I once had 3 different types of parasites in me... that's what drinking swamp water will do to ya.

2. I was given 3 days to live just before Christmas 2010... sure am thankful I'm still around.

3. I am a girl with a boy's name... ask the male human; he named me.

4. I can purr louder and longer than all the other cats here... the humans love that stuff.

5. I have a tattoo... I'm not telling that story to anyone!

Aleah - Cat tree?

Continued deception is afoot among the humans. The female proudly positions a hideous object in front of my favorite window. On the positive side, it has multiple levels and affords a better view to the real world outside the boundaries of this human box. I decide to make the most of the situation and explore this item. The female is delighted at my interest. She tells me she got this "tree" just for me. Perplexed, I just stare at her. Does she really believe this is a tree? I politely explain to her that trees have bark and leafs on them... this has carpet. How can humans have such sophisticated shelter, but not know what a tree is? Either she really is stupid or this is another attempt to brain wash me.

Wordless Wednesday

Abbi - Mealtime

I'm a huge proponent of families sharing meals together.
Well, that's not entirely accurate.
I'm a big fan of my human parents and me eating together.
No, that's not correct either.
I want momma to hand feed me every meal... preferably in my bed. There I said it.

Shia - Valentine's Day: Part 2

My Valentine's Day massacre has been foiled. I hear the humans lamenting about "weight" and the necessity of a "diet" but there is no sign of deteriorating health. I must continue to ingratiate myself with Queen Abbi in order to learn more about these humans.

Shia - Valentine's Day: Part 1

Apparently humans celebrate some holiday today which involves chocolate. Ever the opportunist, I convince the male human, during his obligatory service of my 5:00 AM breakfast, to purchase chocolate to celebrate this day. Queen Abbi tries to tell me that chocolate is harmless to humans, but every cat knows of its poisonous effects. So now I watch and wait as both humans partake of copious amounts of chocolate. Hmmm, nothing is happening. Perhaps the poison is slow acting within humans. I shall take a nap on their porch couch. I will report in later today with the results.

Donovan - Vacuum Cleaner

I came face to face with a beast the humans call a vacuum cleaner. "Suck-the-life-out-of-you-machine" is more like it. Highly suspicious when I saw it silently rolled my way, I nearly jumped out of my skin when the female human wielded it to life. Its constant growl caused me to attempt a maneuver I never wanted to... I literally tried to jump out of the window. A word of caution: they may look like an escape route however windows are rigidly solid. Dismayed by the trickery, I found suitable refuge under a bed where I could safely observe my surroundings. The beast moves in a back and forth motion until it has covered every square inch of the floor. All the while humans bridle its path until they subdue it back into a room called the hall closet. I encourage all cats to tolerate yet respect this beast because it eats all residual litter and shedding fur which can be quite pesky in the confines of a house. Also if you are fortunate enough to live with kind humans, they will often comfort you with a massage and occasional treat for surviving your latest encounter with this specific beast.

Aleah - Dry food?

I feel  I would be remiss if I did not educate fellow cats about a second type of prey I am fed. These miniature ball like creatures live within containment units made of paper or plastic. The female human releases some into my dish every night.  They must die on contact for they never attempt to escape from my presence. They are quite crunchy however I have confirmed they are bone free. I wonder where do the humans trap these bone-less, blood-less, tasty animals? Donovan again tries to dash my hopes of ever finding this location by telling me that I am merely eating dry cat food which like the can food is purchased at a store.

Aleah - Can food?

I'm not sure what type of prey these humans catch, but it has neither fur nor feathers.  Every day the female human presents me with a cylinder shaped animal. She distinctly rips it open and allows me to consume its innards. In the wild I have never heard the particular cry of this animal,  but I am innately drawn to the sound it makes. My cell mate Donovan has been in captivity before and explains this irresistible sound is that of a can being popped open.  She continues to tell me the humans do not actually kill our food, but buy it at a store. I silently ponder if I too will eventually believe all of these outrageous stories. For the time being, I rather enjoy having the humans do all the dirty work with prey.

Abbi - Welcome to the blog

I am Abbi and I am officially blogging. This blog is dedicated to my human mom and meant to remind her of all the great times we share. Other cats will be contributing, but always remember I am my mom's favorite.