- Daddy is feeling much better after his brain microwaving (Mommy Edit: Gamma Knife Surgery) on October 1st. His pain is now .5 on a scale of 1-10 where it used to be 15 (Mommy suspects he does not understand the concept of a 1-10 scale for those questioning the math). He is going to be able to stop taking so much medication soon.
- I have a new human cousin named Mercer. I haven't met him but I saw his photo and he's very cute, like his sweet sister Petra.
- I have such delightful friends on the blogosphere, who wouldn't be thankful for all that.
and I do my little turn on the catwalk... Song implied.
I wanted to sneak in my tocks shot while it's still tocktober.
On a side note I won the Floof and Fur Prize in the Frisky Fall contest! Everyone had such great entries I didn't dare to dream.
Happy Fall to Everyone!
Initially, when I would paw at the bathroom mirror, my parents thought it was because I was trying to attack the “other” cat I saw in the reflection. Ridiculous, of course I know it’s my own reflection. I’m not pawing to attack or pet myself as they think; I’m making my cat music. I mean really, of course I recognize myself, I’m adorable. Who else would it be?
My parents have titled my cat music “That Racket.” I think it's a catchy title. They’ll say things like, “Is that you making That Racket?” or “Quit making That Racket in there, little cat!” I think they really like my song because sometimes they clap their hands loudly and try to sing along with their own lyrics like “Hey, knock off That Racket,” or “I’m coming over there if you don’t knock off That Racket, little cat.” I really like that they come up with their own lyrics, and try to clap along, although they don’t seem to be on-key or to be very good with the rhythm, but I love them for trying.
I’ll admit that I sometimes get so involved playing “That Racket” against a door that I will shut it with my pawing, effectively locking myself in a room for hours on end. I realize I should probably pay attention to the direction that the door swings, before I start pawing in earnest, but really, who thinks of things like that when the rhythm takes them?
Hey, maybe Daisy and I can start band.
Look at this darling little nest I spied in the tree in my frontyard (our trees are short here, so even I could spy it). I'm not sure who used the nest originally, maybe it was the morning dove family who live in the backyard.
I was wondering why cats don't have nests? They seem rather homey, and I'm sure we'd build nice ones, if moved to do so.
I've been thinking that I might enjoy my own little nest this winter or maybe a little cat bed, one with a heating pad.
Where do you like to nest?
Tomorrow I'll show you my favorite nest.
- I'm called a "long hair" yet Mommy's hair is much, much longer than mine.
- I'm called a "shedder" yet I would be happy to show a side by side comparison of my hair to hers, and I think we would all see her shedding problem is just as much a problem as mine.
- Oh, and Mommy has a coat of many colors too. There is brown and gra...
Mommy: Oh alright I get the point, I'll make an appointment at the salon.
Fin: Well if you like, I love you either way. I don't judge. Purrs.
Fin: Mommy I don't think my readers want to hear about that!
Mommy (horrified): No! I'm not talking about that!
Fin (excited): Oh is it a Sugar Glider then? Like what they found in the toilet at Ernie's Voice?
Mommy: No. What do you know about this? A brand new, wet roll of toilet paper.
Fin: Um, nothing.
Mommy: Were you licking the toilet paper and pushed it in the bowl, again?
Fin: Well I told you I was hungry! Besides an indoor kitty needs her roughage.
A few months ago, when I first started blogging, I posted this little game and asked my new friends to play a game with me and finish this sentence “You might be an alley cat if…”
Think of it as the feline equivalent of a “You might be a redneck if…” joke. No offense to our alley cat friends of course, as my own feline mother was an alley cat too. You can link back to the post and see all the funny ones my friends thought of, but is an example of mine:
“You might be an alley cat if you think of the whole kitchen floor as your food dish.” or "You might be an alley cat if you only know of Pedigree as a dog food."
I thought about a way to poke fun at our purebred prince/princess parts too. I thought it might be fun to think of that side of ourselves as the feline equivalent of a blond joke, or to indicate how spoiled you might be. Again no offense to our purebred friends, as I think I'm descended from feline royalty, and honestly who hasn't had a purebred moment. Here is my example:
“How many purebreds does it take to find a patch of sun?”
Answer: “None. Purebreds might not be able to find their way back to their special “Princess” pillow if they left it to find the patch of sun” or “None, they just require their "people" to buy them a sun lamp.”
Go on, give it a try and leave your versions in the comments section. Celebrate Caturday!
I'm an Alley Cat Ally
Sometimes I think of how my life might have turned out if she hadn't been rescued. If Mommy hadn't been searching for a kitten at just the right time. Who would be my family then? I know my human family thinks of it too, wondering what life would be like without me.
I wanted to find a way to show my support of alley cats everywhere and that got me thinking – other than geography, are there really differences between us. I started to think about how each of us has a unique voice that defines us, but also a core of catliness that unites us.
Within each of us is an alley cat. We all possess the agile prowess needed to hunt, the brave lion needed to fight off those who would try to harm us or the ones we love, and the scrappy determination to not just survive, but to thrive within our world.
Within each of us is also the purebred prince or princess. We all possess the desire to be loved and honored, to be petted and pampered, and to lay with complete abandon in a sunny patch (and if it can be on a soft special pillow, so much the better). We all have the playful heart of a kitten that urges us to chase the imaginary bug, but also the regal attitude that allows us to pretend we cannot hear the pleading requests of our humans to do… something, anything, that's requested of us.
I was planning on doing a humorous post but these words felt right for the day. Instead Saturday’s post will be a lighthearted celebration to poke a little fun at the alley cat and the purebred prince/princess within us all. Today I'm spending Thankful Thursday very thankful indeed. Purrs and snuggles to everyone.
Fall means my fountain gets shut down for the season. I may feel frisky in the fall but the fish sure don't. Don't worry though, I don't have koi breath, they'll be back soon enough. For now they are safely tucked in the fish tank, where I can keep an even closer eye on them.
Fall lasts for only about five hours here in the desert - when we wake up in the morning it's summer, in the afternoon we all gather by our TVs to watch the one tree (held in a secret location) change colors, and by the end of the day it's winter.
I thought this might be a good time to lay down some rules on lap etiquette that I'd like obeyed.
- When I mewl at your feet, there's no need for you to ask "What do you want?" I want your lap of course. No I'm not going to jump right up there, I have things to take into consideration first. I only want to be scooped and placed on the lap if it's Daddy.
- Entering the lap is not as easy as you seem to think Mommy, there are shifty parts and lumpy parts and I often have to negotiate space with your laptop. If I claw some tender parts in the process, well I'm sorry, no need to scream about it, you big drama queen.
- When something startles me I will leap off, possibly taking small bits of your flesh with me, again I'm sorry.
- Don't squeeze the kitty, even though you enjoy the small noises I make when you do.
- I have to be in the mood for you to hold my front paws (never the back paws), don't assume I'm in that mood when you are.
- The scratches and pets are great, but once I decide those are over, and I'm moving on to the business portion, I no longer want the distraction. If you persist I'll have to nibble you.
- The business portion can include napping or bathing, and yes you do make a nice bath tub (all those soft angles that I can use to prop myself up on make bathing quite enjoyable).
- When you're "In the mood for a cat" don't assume I'm "In the mood" to be said cat. All your pleading will not make your lap more appealing. In fact I'm a cat - if I came when I was called - I'd be a dog. So if I was on the fence about the snuggle, your begging has ruined it.
Thank you for your cooperation.
It came with some rules which you know I am bad about following, I'm not bad - I'm just written that way. Here are the rules:
Did you see the size of his mancatly paws and that sassy ear! I hear he has a way with stealing a pork chop too.
I don't even know what "My scorching, blissful kip is hard won at this time of year" means, but I do like the way he says it.
Thank you so much for asking me to be a Guest Blogger. I really enjoy reading of your life in the desert. It sounds so very different to the ever cooling, damp days we have in England in Autumn. So, I thought I would show you a little of what I have been up to, as the season changes.
So, lovely Fin, that's what I've been about, keeping warm and saving my energy. I have really enjoyed visiting Housecat Confidential. I can only dream of your wonderful hot desert, and of course, you.
Signing off with rumbly purrs
All this activity is because I have a special guest blogger coming over tomorrow and I can't wait. I have a nice patch of sun all picked out, just in case he's tired after his long trip. I have a big package of beef jerky for him to enjoy, I'm sure he'll be hungry.
I have to say I have a bit of a crush, and my paws are twitching in nervous anticipation. Please come by tomorrow and visit with my friend - after all he may be a friend of yours too. Oh I hate to keep a secret... okay his name rhymes with Sticky Stuudler... oh no, I better not say anymore!
We live in the desert, and since it hasn't rained, the "decorative" river in my yard isn't supposed to look like this. It does look pretty, not too tasty though. Do you think I should alert someone?
Update: Our drip irrigation turned into a shooting water fountain, wish I'd seen it while it was happening. All the commotion attracted Mittens, the neighborhood stray, so Mommy rushed me inside to avoid any unpleasant confrontations.
Mommy: "Hey Sweets I'm going to the store now, what can I get for you?"
Fin: "Well, I could use more Fancy Feast, some tuna, oh and Temptations. Oh and by the way my litter box could also use your attention ASAP. Thanks Treater!"
Mommy (stupefied): "First of all I was talking to your father, secondly you ate through an entire box of Friskies while we were gone and gained about a pound, and lastly my name is Mommy, not Treater."
Fin: "Hey, I'm a nervous eater, plus I had friends over (hence the litter box situation). Spooky calls her cat slave Treater and I thought it was a cute nickname for you too."
Mommy: "and No!"
I'll continue my blog rounds to see how my friends are doing. I made Mommy work very hard last night and managed to visit quite a few of my friends to say hello and thank you.
By the way, Daddy returned from San Diego with a t-shirt from Scripps Aquarium - You don't think they had some fun while they were away too do you?
Daddy's nerve was successfully microwaved by the Gamma Knife, and I know all your purrs helped. Daddy is a lucky man, because the doctors also discovered he had a small benign tumor that would have eventually caused him other problems, my parents were really shocked. As it turns out the tumor was something they could easily treat with the same machine, so they asked if my parents wanted it "thrown in" like some kind of odd cosmic two-fer or medical BOGO!
Daddy looks like he was slapped about in the face but the swelling is going down. Mommy is tired too (although I'm still unclear on what she did, except be the chauff-him). I will be on duty as nurse cat offering whatever care or amusement they need. We are all so thankful to everyone for your purrs and purayers. We are again touched by the kindness of cats and of the humans they choose to spend their lives with.