Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Secret Paws Goodie Bag!!!

I got my Secret Paws goodie bag from Puss! I would've posted this two days ago but the Mom didn't get in late Monday night, which means she didn't bring the mail in until late, and she wouldn't let me open it until yesterday morning. Then Blogger was farting on me all day yesterday. Bah.

So anyways, I got this great package from Puss (who needs to blog more! *wink*). The Mom was kind enough to put me on the kitchen counter away from most of the Brats and she even locked the Doofi up in the bedroom so I could have some peace...

Of course that peace didn't last long. Here came Frankie...

He then dropped feather ball on the floor so Bailey got it...

And then...and this is really amazing...there was a rare sighting of Bomber outside the bedroom. Sightings of Bomber have never been officially confirmed so even the Mom was surprised he showed himself. I guess that was some really good nip.

Thanks for all the fun Puss!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Kitty horoscopes

I was browsing through some other kitty blogs and saw a link to kitty horoscopes over on Leif and Bonita's blog. So, I decided to check it out. Since my birthday is unknown, the Mom gives a guestimate of September 15 'cause I was about eight weeks old when she got me, which makes me a Virgo. Let's see what they have to say. My comments are in blue.

Virgo: The Kitchen Cat

The Virgo Cat is the near-perfect domestic cat. [well duh...] Governed by the most malleable of all Zodiac Signs, this will be the creature closest to the ideal feline pet. [duh again] Thorough and conscientious in everything this cat sets his or her mind to, the Virgo Cat is a joy to have around...except when he or she is being critical. However, laziness annoys this feline more than anything and any owner who is not up with the birds, preparing breakfast for the Virgo Cat, will be left in no doubt as to what this feline thinks of such slovenly behavior. Physically, the Virgo Cat possesses an intelligent yet critical expression which can create a dismal appearance. [so this is where I get the Evil Eye from, eh?] From behind and in profile, this will be a handsome cat and to those who can ignore the disdainful sniffs and raised eyebrows, this feline can be attractive. With a wiry body and strong, muscular build, this cat is athletic and agile. Most of the time, the Virgo Cat will worry his or her owner to death from continually trying to do too much. Indeed, this is not a totally unfounded fear since, every now and again, the Virgo Cat will suddenly collapse upon the carpet, apparently breathing his or her last. Fortunately, this turn of events does not last long and the Virgo Cat is soon back in action. [well we are great actors] This feline is also a victim to allergies in many instances and the tender skin of the Virgo Cat often reacts adversely to flea powder. To have a feline ruled by Virgo as a family member is something like having a little guilty conscience who will continually remind his or her owners of where they are going wrong. The Virgo Cat is fussy...particularly when it concerns food...and when the supper bowl is placed upon the floor, this feline's expression seems to ask: "Is it pure?" Nothing which comes out of a tin will be satisfactory...nor will leftovers. [I'll eat Stinky Goodness but only the best Stinky Goodness] Only freshly-cooked fish or chicken will be tolerated, and then only when it is delivered with thoroughly-scrubbed hands. It is essential that the Virgo Cat be served his or her meal in the same place and at the same time every day. [so true...] He or she will also react in a negative fashion to any sudden change in diet, and harsh smells (such as air fresheners or cleaning chemicals, for example) will often bother and offend the Virgo Cat. [Other Brats tend to offend the Virgo Cat as well]

This feline is fanatical about keeping clean and may spend more time preening than any other cat in the Zodiac. There are times when the Virgo Cat tends to drive his or her owner to the point of distraction, but banishment to the garden might ease the situation somewhat. Outside, with nature at paw's reach, this feline will forget all his or her problems and hang-ups. Birdwatching or other type of nature study will quickly relax the Virgo Cat, while giving the owner some breathing space at the same time. [outside is overrated. Been there, done that, bored with it] However, it would truly be foolish to expect this feline to catch any mice. The Virgo Cat is hopeless when it comes to hunting and would much rather play than kill. [hmph...I've killed a few mouses in my life. I am a great huntress no matter what they say] Most relationships involving the Virgo Cat are basically shallow. He or she will be too concerned with planning upcoming moves to develop deep feelings, unless the companion in question happens to be a dog...the Virgo Cat adores canines [what freakin' planet is this person from? I freakin' hate dogs. Big dumb drool monsters] and has even been known to prefer dog food to fish. [ya, right. I don't think so]

A dog governed by Capricorn makes the best companion for this feline [again, what drug is this person on?] much the same way as a Capricorn human usually proves to be the most sympathetic owner [my Gemini and Pisces ones do just fine thank you]. The Virgo Cat also relates well to those ruled by the Sign of Taurus. If there is no room for a dog in the family, then a Taurus-governed parakeet will provide the Virgo Cat with hours of amusement [or lunch]...leaving he or she with less time to nit-pick at the behavior of an owner. Being intuitively aware of what is needed and more than happy to oblige [ya right...NOT], the Virgo Cat is a perfect companion for the blind and hearing-impaired. It is not unusual to find this feline perched upon a sunny windowsill, where he or she can keep a careful eye on the little feathered fellows visiting the feeder. [and show me a cat who doesn't do this?]
Hmmm...I'll take most of what this person says with a grain of salt. They got the perfect, smart, and handsome parts right but the rest is something out of a bad acid trip. Me like dogs? Ya, right. And I love to spend my days playing with the Brats, sharing my toys, and jumping in the bathtub to have the Mom give me a water bath. Geeze. I should give the person who wrote this a good thwap upside the head.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

MY squillion

Guess what? My squillion Naranja came yesterday! I finally have an ally against the Brats and she's all mine. Thank you House of (Mostly) Black Cats and their mom for sending Naran to me.

And here's the link to their mom's jewelry site so you better go visit it 'cause she's a nice human.

On a different note, the Mom decided that she's not only going to be working at the library, but she'll be teaching TWO classes at the college. It will affect her disability but she really wants to try to get back to work. I'm proud of the Mom 'cause I know she's scared about going back to work but she is still going to try. Go mom! Also, she really wants to save money so we can all move to a bigger place (and where I can possibly have my own room away from the Brats). Just as long as she makes sure to buy the really good Stinky Goodness for me with some of that extra money I'll be happy.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Busy Mom

The Mom has been busy lately, which is kind of annoying to me. I mean, how is she supposed to devote all her attention to me if she's doing other things? Doesn't she understand that I'm the priority here.

Anyways, the Mom got not one but two jobs. She said "when it rains, it pours" whatever that means. The first job she got is as a library assistant. She does love books so that would be the perfect job for her. I don't know why she loves those things so much. There aren't any moving parts or anything else fun to watch with them. I know 'cause I tried to see what she was staring at. The only thing I found they are good for is sleeping on but the Mom doesn't do that. Well, except really late at night when she sometimes falls asleep with the book, but she doesn't sleep on it just next to it.

The other job is teaching a college class at one of the local colleges. She's really excited about doing this. So am I. That means she brings out all her really fancy clothes, which are nice and soft with cool fabric, the night before and I get to sleep on them. I don't know why she gets mad when I do that but why would she put them out the night before if she didn't want us to sleep on them?

I just hope that she remembers I'm number one when she's home and I want her to make up for any lost attention time.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

You don't don't write...

I know, I know. I haven't written in a week. Honestly? I just haven't been in the mood to write. It happens sometimes. The Mom calls it "writer's block." I just call it "no mood to write." Why do humans have to give such fancy names to simple stuff? Go figure.

Anyways, I've been tagged by quite a few folks so I shall get off my tush and fill out the questionaire....

Here are the rules of this tag: The player of this game starts with "5 weird things/habits about yourself ". In the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. The people who get tagged need to write a blog about their 5 weird things/habits, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. Don't forget to leave your victim a comment that says "you're tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

Five weird things and habits, eh? Hmmm....
  1. "Happy Tail" - When I'm in a really good mood, I make "happy feet" on my tail. I find it very comforting, while the Mom says it's just too cute. *rolls eyes*
  2. I don't like my ears touched. For the past five years or so, my ears have been really sensative. The Mom doesn't know why nor does the V-E-T. No mites, no junk in my ears, my eardrum is ok, no problems. However, whenever my ears get touched, I paw at them like crazy.
  3. The tip of my tail was broken when I was a very young kitten so the last bone in my tail is at a 45 degree angle.
  4. I love chewing on plastic bags. I can't remember the real reason why I started, but I do it now to drive the Humans nuts.
  5. I have mastered the art of the Evil Eye.

OK, now is there anybody left to tag? It seems like everybody has done this. Well, if you haven't done this yet "TAG! You're it!"

Tuesday, August 08, 2006


Well, the Annoying One is suffering. The Mom couldn't find a low-fat Stinky Goodness so she decided to just stop giving him any moist food. It is so nice to eat the Stinky Goodness all by myself (well, Frankie too but he's not annoying) and hear the Annoying One whining from the bathroom where the Mom has to lock him up while I eat. It's such a pleasant sound. Ahhh.

And yes, the Mom said that I need to gain weight. I have kitty Irritable Bowel Syndrome so I lost a lot of weight and the Mom is trying to fatten me up a bit. I don't mind though 'cause this means more Stinky Goodness for me.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Update on the Annoying One

The Mom spoke to the V-E-T today and it looks like the Annoying One is healthy. All his blood levels are good so it's not a hyperactive thyroid or anything fatal. Dr. D. thinks it's either that his food has too high a fat content, which is giving him the squirts, or he has what I have: annoying bowels. Wait? What? Oh sorry...irritable bowel syndrome. Ya whatever.

This can be a good thing for two reasons. The first is that this means he won't be getting prime Stinky Goodness any more. The Mom will have to give him less fat (thus less tasty) goodness. Ha. The second is that if the change in the food doesn't work, he'll have to take a pill twice each day just like me. Either way, he suffers. Ah my day has gotten so much brighter.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Uh oh...

They say bad things come in threes, right?

This morning, the Mom took the Annoying One to the V-E-T. For me, that's not a Bad Thing 'cause it means he's out of the house for a while. However, he has been sick. He's got what I call the "squirts." Not only does he have diarrhea, he makes this "squirts" all over the place, especially when the Mom picks him up. Personally, I think it's the most hysterical thing 'cause he makes the noises too.

But the Mom is afraid he might be really sick which is why she took him to Dr. D. Now, Dr. D. is a nice lady but her assistants are the torture wizards with the shots and stuff, so I had to feel bad for him. Dr. D. thinks he may have a hyperactive thyroid 'cause he lost a lot of weight too but he's eating up a storm (I should know 'cause he always tries to steal my food). We'll know more tomorrow when the blood tests come back.

The second Bad Thing is that the Mom has started her rounds of baths. Tonight Bailey got it. She's the one who gets the most baths 'cause she's too fat to clean herself and she's a big poof ball. Usually if she's only going to do a couple of us, she does it all in one night. This time, though, she only did Bailey and mentioned that she'll bathe one of us a night until we're all done. This means I'll be getting a bath. YUCK! I'm a cat. I don't need to have water baths, but the Mom has it in her head that I'm getting yellow. Bah.


...maybe it is too hot. The Mom told me that yesterday a bunch of records were broken 'cause of the heat. New York City hit 102 and Newark hit 100. That with the humidity meant that it was like an oven outside. The Mom even opened the door to have me feel how hot it was outside. It was YUCKY! Ack. She said I should appreciate the fact that we have a/c and can keep cool. Fine. I concede. However does she still have to keep it this cold? There has to be a nice medium somewhere. Bah.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

You want to do WHAT?!!!

You would think after 15+ years on this planet that I might have the Mom figured out. Ha. It's bad enough that she's trying this exercise thingie and in the process hurt her knee, but now she's looking to get a...GASP...job. Oh why? She doesn't have to work and she seems to have fun doing the school thingie, but now she feels like she needs to do more. Her thinking is that if she gets a job, even part-time, it will help us get a much bigger place to live in. Well, that's a good idea, but does it have to involve work? Geeze.

Personally, I think it's a terrible idea. Beside the fact that I hate anything that involves work, I'm afraid her depression will kick in and make her sick again. Also, while she explained that she only wants to work a few hours a week, that means there will be those less hours for her to keep the Annoying One and the Brats away from me. I am so against this work thing it isn't even funny. The Dad works and that should be enough. The Mom needs to stay at home and take care of me and serve me. Isn't that what they are supposed to do?