Hello

This is one of my new favorite spots... a bench in front of a window.

Sorry Momma

The Pittsburgh Penguins lost and are out of the 2010-2011 Playoffs.

We will wait for next season and Crosby's return.

Kitty Pay Back

Well I did it. I brought the humans a real, live bunny.

Okay, it was not "live." It was dead. I killed it. 

I left it directly in front of the door so the humans could not miss how awesome I am. I wrestled with how to repay the female for killing the tick on me and when I saw the fake bunny they presented to Queen Abbi, I knew my course of action.

So I stood vigil by the door waiting for the human's reaction:

She started crying! Wow, this human really knows how to show her gratitude. Then the babbling began. I'm not sure exactly what she was saying to me through all those tears, but I'm pretty sure I heard her tell me never to kill anything ever again.

Wordless Wednesday

Sunshine Girl

Wherever the sun is, there am I also.

Day after Easter

Happy Easter

Hide 'n Seek

There are some days when I simply need to be on top of the kitchen cabinets.

Good Friday

Oh the wonderful cross
All who gather here by grace
Draw near and bless Your name


The Wonderful Cross (Chris Tomlin)

Peek a Boo

I prefer to stay in my room but every once in a while I'll peek around the corner to see what's going on

and let the world see how cute I am:

Wordless Wednesday

Shia's Bad Day

Abject humiliation. That's the only way to describe it. The morning had a chill to it, so I ventured off the porch to warm myself in the sun. I was laying in the mulch when I first felt it... a sharp, itching sort of pain in an unmentionable place. I did the only thing I could, I told Queen Abbi. She in turn told the female human: "Shia's got a tick on her butt!!!" It's then that I had a decision to make. Allow the human to verify this most unfortunate occurrence or claw her eyes out. I shamefully confess, I surrendered but only for my greater good. After a few hours she returned with poison. I knew it. Why did I ever trust a human? She was going to exact revenge for all of the times I tried to kill her. As I prepared my escape strategy my nose became distracted by the heavenly smell of tuna. Apparently she was kind enough to provide me with my last meal. I figured there's no point letting perfectly good tuna go to waste so I sat down next to her to consume this deliciousness. I slightly sensed something touch me between my shoulder blades and then felt moisture collect. She had actually administered the poison while I ate. "Oh, she's good" I thought. It's difficult to see but the small wet patch of fur between my shoulders is where she placed her death mark on me.

I wasn't sure what to expect but other than the spot getting itchy, nothing catastrophic happened. Throughout the day the human continued to shower me with pity, however death did not come. The next day I realized the only thing that was dead was the tick. What do I do now? My entire belief system about humans has been challenged! Perhaps I will bring her a mouse or maybe a bird to show my gratitude and then I may, without guilt, continue to plan her demise.

Kitty Chair

This photo does not adequately display my outrage. I have taken over the humans' outdoor furniture but am appalled at how dirty this Adirondack chair is. I even hesitated sitting in it. There is no excuse for such filth. Pollen season is winding down and do you see pollen or mold on me? Of course not! The humans are obviously foul vermin who do not value cleanliness as much as felines do. I've witnessed the female cleaning the inside of the house. Do you think it would kill her to clean the outside as well? Tonight I shall confer with Queen Abbi.

(This picture proves my point:)



Kitty Massage

I pretty much spend all of my time in the spa room of the human dwelling. The next treatment I'll share with you is their massage service. Although you all must know by now that I adore the female, but the male has made some recent attempts to win my favor. He doesn't seem to be aware that my favorite massage spots are under my chin and on my cheeks, however he senses that I do enjoy a good base-of-the-tail massage:

He then moves to my undercarriage. I admit it was strange at first and I felt a teensy weensy bit vulnerable, but I soon realize it feels wonderful:

As you can see, I was so relaxed after my massage I simply fell asleep:

Kitty Food Review

Donovan participated in a little survey and concluded... kitty food with gravy is fantastic.

Wordless Wednesday

Kitty Apology

Has anyone seen the movie MegaMind? My parents have been watching it incessantly. There is a scene in there where one of the brain-bots chomps down on "Daddy's" hand. Well, I figured since my Daddy loves that movie he would be impressed if I reenacted the biting scene. To quote another scene from that movie: "I was less right." In other words, I was wrong. He was not at all impressed and threatened to ignore me the rest of the day. After he sees this post, especially the super cute picture below of me sleeping, I'm sure he will forgive me.



Kitty Blogging

I am astounded by the number of people who do not believe I blog but give all the credit to my mother. I suppose I shall have to provide proof to my naysayers. Here I am on the desk about to begin a new post:

Next I display my nose typing skills:

Here I type in the more traditional method with my paws:

Then I start the review process:

WHAT??? THAT'S NOT RIGHT!

Momma keeps telling me this contraption will assist me, but I refuse to use it:

Finally after all of my hard work, I rest:

Where's Shia?

Here's Shia

Kitty Tolerance

I'm quite fascinated by Shia. At first I resented her for entering my yard. She began submitting to me the instant we made eye contact through the office window. Later as I relaxed on my cushy chaise lounge she approached the screened wall of the porch, rolled on her back, and showed me her belly. I was less than impressed with her rib cage yet she continued to show it to me every time she visited. Next the groveling process began. If I ignored her, she would vocalize her idolization of me. When she started repeating the things I did, I thought perhaps this is the one cat worthy of my acquaintance. Momma forbids direct contact between us, but if she is sitting at the back door as I walk by I occasionally will stop and try to smell her nose through the glass. Most of the time though I act as if I don't see her.

(Abbi watching Shia)

Wordless Wednesday

Grandfather

The humans must have hired a part time warden. A new male human, who reminds me somewhat of the female, makes his rounds five times a week. Initially I dashed under the bed as soon as I saw him walking up the sidewalk. Despite the fact that he is older than the female, he caught on rather quickly to my evasion tactic. Every day he persisted in rudely spying on me while I hid under the bed. Determined to elude him, I began hiding beneath the cover of the bed. I suspect the female human disclosed my location because the next day he cautiously lifted the covers and said "Well hello there." After numerous failed attempts at flattery, he resorts to bribery. I have a particular weakness for treats; he has a particular strength in the powers of deduction. So now every time this male comes by, he leaves me exactly five treats. Queen Abbigail calls him "Pappy" with no adverse effects, but perhaps that is because Abbi has an attitude every creature fears.

Fur Care

After my fabulous nail experience, I conducted an inquiry into the other services provided here. I was pleasantly surprised to learn they also offer a full range of complete fur care. I've long suspected the unruly nature of my fur has been caused by the many years I had to spend exposed to the elements. It was recommended that I indulge in a full body scrub / bathing treatment, but I declined. I have endured far too many authentic rain soaking experiences while outside. However, when I saw the fur styling option I enthusiastically signed up! The female human allowed me to first smell the dual sided styling apparatus and then set to work weaving her magic. As the brush glided through my fur I felt years of tangled and matted fur melt away. I haven't had this luster and shine to my fur since I was a kitten. Even the grandfather human complimented me on how smooth my fur now feels. Ahhhh, I went ahead and scheduled weekly appointments for the remainder of this year.

Open Door Policy

See this door:

I insist this door stay open. As Queen Abbi has already mentioned, we've been receiving a lot of rain this week. My story begins at 2:30 AM. Another wicked storm has settled in for the night, however I don't mind since I have adequate shelter in the porch. A particularly nasty gust of wind has blown the door shut. I give the male human a moment to realize this unacceptable predicament, however there is no immediate response on his part. I shout out an order to him but the stupid head does not hear me. I drag myself out from under the covered couch, sit on the threshold of the door, and incessantly scream for him. The male still fails to appear. After increasing the volume of my voice, he finally stumbles into the porch and props open the door. I casually glance toward the door to inspect his work, then resume my slumber on the couch.