Monday, November 2, 2009

Attack of the Killer Rockies!

Morris: We survived Halloween just fine, but NOW ... it sounds like raccoons (or "rockies" as our very silly Mom calls them) have invaded the attic again. We had them last winter, and they really messed up our A/C ducts. Which was terrible this summer, till we got them fixed again. Last winter, Mom bought some "large critter repellent" (allegedly essence de fox urine) online and popped that up in the attic, and it was all nice and quiet and peaceful (except for Uncle E, of course) again. So this time, she went to Home Depot and bought some stuff that's really pepper-y and put it in the attic again. It was noisy for a bit this afternoon, but now it's quiet again. Thing is, she fixed the way the rockies got in this summer ... and we don't know HOW they got in again. Keep your fingers crossed that she can figure it out and fix it this time too! We know that sometimes rockies come up for the cat food Mom leaves out for Miss D and Smokey (Mom: a pair of feral cats I feed), and when they do, she quits leaving any food out at night. But the darn things got in again!!! Mom, quit putting food in the attic! (Mom: Morris! I'm not THAT silly!) Or ... Mom, could it be GHOSTS up there????? 

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Attack of the Killer Waters!!

Uncle E: Sigh. No, make that a BIG SIGH. Mom has this silly habit that is either going to give me a heart attack or a nervous breakdown -- or both! Every darn day, she goes in the Litterbox Room and stands behind a curtain. And you won't believe what she does then! She lets this big spray of KILLER WATER go over her. I swear, I do not get it. I try to rescue her every day -- I howl and yell and make all sorts of noise to get it to stop and let her go. Sometimes, I even peek behind the curtain, but that KILLER WATER is so scary that I can't do that for long. And when she does manage to escape, she doesn't even smell like herself anymore! WHY does she keep doing this? It must be an evil plot to drive me crazy! (Mom: Well, it's such a short distance for you ...) MOM! All I wants to do is protect you and you make fun of me???? (Mom: Sorry, Uncle E. My bad!) Darn tootin', your bad, Mom. Hummph. See if I try to protect you ever again!  

Monday, October 26, 2009

That wreck...

Mom: Thanks for all the nice wishes! We were all fine -- no injuries -- after the crash, and it wasn't our fault -- even the other driver's insurance company says so! Here's a picture of the rental car we were in afterward:

A big thank-you to my cousins who "rescued" us and took us to the airport to get another rental and continue on our vacation! :)

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Weekend Report!

Morris: Hi, everyone! We don't have a lot to report from this weekend. It was pretty quiet, except for all the rumbly skies Sunday night. We kept asking Mom to stop it, but she wouldn't. Some people. Otherwise, she was a good servant for us this weekend. Unlike last weekend, when she went off somewhere and left us all by our lonesome selves. Well, mostly by ourselves. 

She had a lady from the vet's office come in to take care of us. Well. I KNOW this lady, and I was not happy. I mean, she's the one there who always stabs me for my blood glucose tests. I saw her, and I thought she was coming HERE to stab me. So I ran! Wouldn't you? And besides -- she WAS going to stab me with those shots Mom gives me!

You know, even in a small cottage like we live in, I managed to evade her AND her friend for a half-hour. I'm GOOD like that! But it didn't work out like I wanted. I just wanted the two of them to go away. But nooooooooooo. Instead, they caught me and put me in that blasted box and took me to the vet's office. The lady called Mom and told her that because of the shots I have to take and the trouble I love to make, I was going to have to stay at the vet's all weekend. She caught Mom right after they'd had a nasty wreck in someplace called Tulsa, and Mom was already frazzled, so she said that was fine. I know if Mom'd been OK, she would have come right home and gotten me out of that vet's office. (Mom: Um, no, Morris. You and the Krewe were being cared for quite nicely. We got another rental car, continued our trip and ended up having a blast anyway!)

Sigh. Such a 'tude from the servant. It's a wonder I have her as well trained as I do. We got her back, though. The lady brought me back home before Mom got home Sunday, and we felines hatched a plot: We all hid out after Mom came home Sunday. Didn't show our sweet little faces (or even the boys' not-so-sweet faces!) at all. Threw her into a complete tizzy. This little house has LOTS of hidey-holes, and we know where they all are! We stayed hidden for HOURS and laughed and laughed as she searched. We finally took pity on her when it was our Snack Time. And she was so relieved that we still got all our good snacks!  

Friday, October 23, 2009

Saving the Best for Last ...

Teke: Well, of course, we're saving the best for last! Just ask me -- I'm Teke!

OK, so I'm not this tiny anymore ... but I'm still this adorable! I'm a gorgeous teencat -- and I have the most wonderful, softest, longest hair of anyone in the house! Take that, Morris! Yes, I'm all floof, and I flaunt it! 

Last fall, I heard about this wonderful little house where kitties like me could go and get fed. So I went. I was just a wee handful, so Mom scooped me up and brought me inside. I was in pretty good shape, but I had lost my left eye to something outside, the vet said. Actually, I'm pretty special at the vet's office: I've seen all three doctors there. The ManVet said he was concerned about how much sight I still had in my right eye, but if there's a problem, you can't tell it by me!

Mom originally named me King Tut, as I am a Boy King myself. But the first LadyVet said that I was a pretty GirlKitty. So Mom changed my name to Cleopatra. And then ... well ... I'm a very playful Kitty, but Mom thought I was a Terrorist Kitten. (Mom: Slapping my sodas off the coffee table? Flying through the air to land on me -- claws OUT -- at 5 a.m.? Need I go on?) So she started calling me "T.K." and that's evolved into Teke. Oh, and I'm a ManCat. Well, a BoyTeenCat, anyway. "Something" ended up dropping down really visibly, and there was no doubt. (Mom: In the LadyVet's defense, Teke has a LOT of hair EVERYWHERE!)

Mom still calls me "cutie bootie" more than Teke, but that's not a good name for a Gorgeous ManCat, is it? 


Master Cuddler Tio Tyger's Here!

Tio Tyger: Hi, everyone! So now that I'm here, can I start a big group hug? I mean, just look at my face! Aren't I the Most Lovable ManCat Ever?

I'm definitely the Love Bug of the family, Mom says. It's true; I do loves a good snuggle. I give Great Head Butts! And butt skritches ...  boy, oh, boy, they are the BEST! And I turn into the biggest Elevator Butt Kitty you've ever seen when I get those butt skritches!

I'm training Mom so good. If she goes in the bathroom for anything, I'm there, in the sink, waiting on my drink from the faucet. Of course she turns it on for me. And my latest trick ... I can hop on her back when she's on the computer to get her attention! It works! (Mom: Yes. And then he stomps on the keyboard. So when you see garble, you'll know Tio Tyger was at work!)

I'm also a very sound sleeper. I bet I could sleep through a tornado! I mean, I WILL get up if I need to, but really ... I deserve all the Handsomeness Sleep I can get! And because I'm so cuddly, I never sleep alone. :) 

'Nother group hug? :)

An appearance by Miss Shadow!

Shadow: Hi, everyone! My name is Shadow ... and I'm a very shy kitty! You're lucky to see me at all! :)

I'm Mama T's baby girl, but I'm a big girl these days. Mom says I'm a dilute Calico, but I prefer to be called a pastel Calico. I'm mostly a soft gray color, dotted with creamy peach and beautiful beige patches ... I match a Shabby Chic home perfectly! :) Of course, Mom's home is more Shabby than Chic, but we do our best to make it look good! (Mom: Is THAT what you call shredding every piece of furniture and rug? And leaving your hair on EVERYTHING?) Mom! WE are the decorators here! (Mom: Only because I've given up ... I am outnumbered, after all!)

I can't believe how many friendly felines are out here in the cat blogosphere! This is so much fun! Even if I hide out a lot, I'll be thinking of you all!