So, after the world's longest break, it is I, Ed (whom my peeps refer to as Fat Ed) but I no longer am, Fat, I mean... As a young man cat, I did retain my kitten fat for a longer period than some, but never, ever was I fat... and might I say, at this time, that to attach a name like that to anyone, person, place, or cat that you love, is somewhat unkind. I shall bring this up with the peeps, of that I can assure you.
Phinney says hey. He is (shh, don't say I told you) not in a very good mood lately. He has matts on his back and does not like it when the lady peep tries to cut them off. She is very gentle, but Phinny does not like the clippy sound that the scissors make. I think he has flash backs to the hoo hooectomy. Still makes me laff and laff when I say that word.
Shall I bring you up to date on that Pearl Cat. She is a cousin cat - but Phinney likes to call her that 'cussin cat, becauze they do not always get along well. She has grown up quite a bit, but is still something of a lap hog, which does not sit well with Phinney. She also talks a lot, even for a girl, if I do say so myself. She voices her opinion when the foot is late, the litter box is not pristine and when is ready for the peeps to get up. She does not believe there is any need ever, for anyone to sleep past 6:00 a.m. especially when breakfast time is at 5:30 a.m.
Yes, the lady peep gets up for work at 5:30 a.m. - because she has to play on the computer every day before she goes to work. She says she is farming??? what is that about? She has not been near an actual farm in 20 years.
She is very excited because she has new "Facebook" friends. What is this facebook thing? All I know is that the computer gets really warm because she is working on it all the time and is a nice place to have a snooze, - when she remembers to close it. Me and Phinney sometimes fight about who is going to sleep on the laptop, but because I am still the top cat, I usually win.
Anyway, 'nuff for now. See you soon. Hope you guys are still all out there
April 05, 2010
November 01, 2009
Today is the day I get to start to tell about the marvelous adventure I took this summer. As they say in Australia, I went walkabout. Yessiree I did. I left just after dinner on July 14, 2009. The adventure started when the boy peep took the garbage out after dinner and did not check to make sure the latch was on the back door. Having butted my head against it on previous occasions I knew that I could actually open the door and just walk out, if the latch was not on. To make this part of the story shorter, I watched and waited for several days. I knew that if the man peep was out on the deck when the boy peep went outside that he would be chatting with his dad, and not paying any attention to me. It worked. The boy went out, the latch did not click and out I went. Quick as a bunny.
At first I was just the tiniest bit afraid because the outside is very very big. There are trees and shadows and birds and rabbits and smells everywhere. You would not believe the smells. There are flowers to smell and rocks to smell. There is grass everywhere. The outside is absolutely full of grass. You can roll around on it, and You can also eat the grass (when you get hungry - which I did, but more about that later).
So as I said it was after dinner when I left on the adventure. First I took a quick left into the neighbor lady's yard. That backyard is a dark and scary place. Its lucky that I am a very brave cat, or else I would not have enjoyed being there at all. There is lots of stuff that a cat should crawl into and under and behind. You can hardly see the sky because of the leaves on the trees. You may not believe this, but there is a hole under the garden shed where lives a family of rabbits. They were not pleased to see me when I poked my nose in their house. Nope they were not. So, I got out of there fast and jumped right into the garden shed through the open window.
After walking around and over and through all the stuff collected in there, I jumped back through the window and landed with a thump in a bush that had prickly things all over it, which got stuck in my fur and made a big ugly matt on my back near my tail. I was starting to think that adventure was over rated - and I was starting to get kinda hungry for my evening snack, so decided to head home. Imagine my surprise and horror to find that all the lights were off and there was nobody waiting to scoop me up and bring me back inside. I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO SLEEP OUTSIDE. This was not good. Where should I sleep? I missed my nice warm cat tree curled with with Phinney. I had to find a hidey hole. Did I mention that it was very dark now and it was starting to rain. I do not like rain. Nope, I do not. Your feet get wet and its cold. I stayed outside the window and called to the lady peep to come get me, but she did not.
So, having very few options, I decided to walk down the street and see if I could find someplace warm and safe to spend the night. Two doors down, I found it. It was in the back yard in a tree. There was a tree house up there with a ladder and a rope. It was exactly like my cat tree except much bigger. Inside the tree house, there was a chair and a pillow and a table. It was warm and dry, so I snugged down for the night. It was about 2 hours later when I woke up with a start because I could hear someone coming up the ladder. Yikes, what should I do. I stayed put, that's what I did and closed my eyes really tight (except for a tiny slit that I could see through). Up that ladder came another cat. A big grey cat, just like me, except with just normal feet. He was a feral cat, who lived on his witts and he liked to come up into the treehouse sometimes to see if the kids who played there had left him any food and to catch a few winks. He was not happy to see me, but I was there first - and its pretty obvious that I am not a fighter at all. I just watched him through my almost closed eyes while he slinked around the tree house. We did not talk or hiss and spit. Nope, we just watched each other, then after a few minutes, the other cat (who did not have a name - did you know that feral cats are almost all nameless), jumped up on the table, curled himself into a tight ball with his tail over his nose and went to sleep. So, I did too.
The next part comes later. The lady peep wants to play Bejewelled Blitz on her computer.
At first I was just the tiniest bit afraid because the outside is very very big. There are trees and shadows and birds and rabbits and smells everywhere. You would not believe the smells. There are flowers to smell and rocks to smell. There is grass everywhere. The outside is absolutely full of grass. You can roll around on it, and You can also eat the grass (when you get hungry - which I did, but more about that later).
So as I said it was after dinner when I left on the adventure. First I took a quick left into the neighbor lady's yard. That backyard is a dark and scary place. Its lucky that I am a very brave cat, or else I would not have enjoyed being there at all. There is lots of stuff that a cat should crawl into and under and behind. You can hardly see the sky because of the leaves on the trees. You may not believe this, but there is a hole under the garden shed where lives a family of rabbits. They were not pleased to see me when I poked my nose in their house. Nope they were not. So, I got out of there fast and jumped right into the garden shed through the open window.
After walking around and over and through all the stuff collected in there, I jumped back through the window and landed with a thump in a bush that had prickly things all over it, which got stuck in my fur and made a big ugly matt on my back near my tail. I was starting to think that adventure was over rated - and I was starting to get kinda hungry for my evening snack, so decided to head home. Imagine my surprise and horror to find that all the lights were off and there was nobody waiting to scoop me up and bring me back inside. I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO SLEEP OUTSIDE. This was not good. Where should I sleep? I missed my nice warm cat tree curled with with Phinney. I had to find a hidey hole. Did I mention that it was very dark now and it was starting to rain. I do not like rain. Nope, I do not. Your feet get wet and its cold. I stayed outside the window and called to the lady peep to come get me, but she did not.
So, having very few options, I decided to walk down the street and see if I could find someplace warm and safe to spend the night. Two doors down, I found it. It was in the back yard in a tree. There was a tree house up there with a ladder and a rope. It was exactly like my cat tree except much bigger. Inside the tree house, there was a chair and a pillow and a table. It was warm and dry, so I snugged down for the night. It was about 2 hours later when I woke up with a start because I could hear someone coming up the ladder. Yikes, what should I do. I stayed put, that's what I did and closed my eyes really tight (except for a tiny slit that I could see through). Up that ladder came another cat. A big grey cat, just like me, except with just normal feet. He was a feral cat, who lived on his witts and he liked to come up into the treehouse sometimes to see if the kids who played there had left him any food and to catch a few winks. He was not happy to see me, but I was there first - and its pretty obvious that I am not a fighter at all. I just watched him through my almost closed eyes while he slinked around the tree house. We did not talk or hiss and spit. Nope, we just watched each other, then after a few minutes, the other cat (who did not have a name - did you know that feral cats are almost all nameless), jumped up on the table, curled himself into a tight ball with his tail over his nose and went to sleep. So, I did too.
The next part comes later. The lady peep wants to play Bejewelled Blitz on her computer.
October 27, 2009
Phinney weighs in .... again.
Dis is me again, Dat Phinney mancat. I is all growed up now and weigh bigger'n brofur Ed wiff much more fluufy furs on my tail and the bestest ear tufts in dis here whole house (except maybe dat peep man, but den jest when his is geeting good, he always shaves dem off - what is dat about). Brofr Ed's tail fur is acktully kinda pity fulls when is a'side mine. And... dat Purle girl cat is gots such a long skinny tail wiff dis ridoncolos question mark curly q on the end of it, it makes me laff ever time I seez it. I duz not really get along verra well wiff her. She is verra rude and bossy to me, but her is jest a sweetiepie wiff dat peep lady. Brufer Ed sez I shud jest try to get along, 'acause family is dat most important fing there is.
I fink brofur Ed is dedrong about dat. I fink full food dishes is da most importent fing in the world. Den next to dat, I fink dat peep lady is mostest importent ('cause her has the can opener fing). Nah. I is jest pullin yer whiskers, I luves my family and is verra happy to be in dis family.
Any how, dats what I gots to say today. Tomorrow, mebbe dat brofer Ed will catch up wiff everyone.
I fink brofur Ed is dedrong about dat. I fink full food dishes is da most importent fing in the world. Den next to dat, I fink dat peep lady is mostest importent ('cause her has the can opener fing). Nah. I is jest pullin yer whiskers, I luves my family and is verra happy to be in dis family.
Any how, dats what I gots to say today. Tomorrow, mebbe dat brofer Ed will catch up wiff everyone.
May 19, 2009
Dis is her - Dat Purle Girl Cat Cussin
As you can see, she is very black and shiny
She is going to finish telling her amazing story really soon. I guess for a gurl cat cussin, she is okay.
She is going to finish telling her amazing story really soon. I guess for a gurl cat cussin, she is okay.
May 15, 2009
I see that Phinny found his way back here yesterday. He is such a troublemaker that young man. As he told everyone, Pearle is going to live with us and be part of our family. That said, I as the senior (not old) cat in the house, think we should all just try to get along.
So, I thought I'd be the cat that tells everyone a little bit about our new sister.
She is tiny and dainty. She is shiny, shiny black except for a very white bib under her chip, the tips of her fingers and the tip of her tail. She has very good hygiene (which is something that Phinny could take note of and possibly emulate). She has sparkly white whiskers and two tiny tiny dots of white on her chin. Her face is a very pointy triangle. And she is bilingual.
Yup, she is... French/English to be exact. She speaks with a lovely francophone accent. She told us her story when she first came to visit, so I thought I'd share it with you.
She was a little girl living in an apartment just outside of Montreal Quebec in what she thought would be her forever home. Apparently they have a tradition in Quebec called Fête du déménagement - this means "Moving Day". Almost everyone who lives in an apartment moves on July 1, as most leases run out on June 30. Anyway, last year on moving day, she was just a very little girl and several families on her floor in her building was packing up their belongings to move. She was still a kitten (only about 10 weeks old) and when her peeps starting packing, she got very nervous. At first she hid under the bed, then she found a box full of towels, which looked like a wonderful comfy hiding place/sleeping place. So, she crawled in and snuggled way down under the layers of towels.
Now this is the really scary part. While she was sleeping the peeps put the box that she was inside, right next to the boxes from the next apartment next door. Then before she could say "Arret" (stop in french). The movers picked her box up and plopped her into a moving van full of boxes going everywhere. When she woke up, she cried and cried, because she had to go to the litter box, but she couldn't get out. Finally, (because she is a small and very flexible cat), she was able to squeeze out of the box and ...
You'll have to wait for the next part because it's 6:15 and the lady peep has to shut down thelaptop and take it to the office Okay
So, I thought I'd be the cat that tells everyone a little bit about our new sister.
She is tiny and dainty. She is shiny, shiny black except for a very white bib under her chip, the tips of her fingers and the tip of her tail. She has very good hygiene (which is something that Phinny could take note of and possibly emulate). She has sparkly white whiskers and two tiny tiny dots of white on her chin. Her face is a very pointy triangle. And she is bilingual.
Yup, she is... French/English to be exact. She speaks with a lovely francophone accent. She told us her story when she first came to visit, so I thought I'd share it with you.
She was a little girl living in an apartment just outside of Montreal Quebec in what she thought would be her forever home. Apparently they have a tradition in Quebec called Fête du déménagement - this means "Moving Day". Almost everyone who lives in an apartment moves on July 1, as most leases run out on June 30. Anyway, last year on moving day, she was just a very little girl and several families on her floor in her building was packing up their belongings to move. She was still a kitten (only about 10 weeks old) and when her peeps starting packing, she got very nervous. At first she hid under the bed, then she found a box full of towels, which looked like a wonderful comfy hiding place/sleeping place. So, she crawled in and snuggled way down under the layers of towels.
Now this is the really scary part. While she was sleeping the peeps put the box that she was inside, right next to the boxes from the next apartment next door. Then before she could say "Arret" (stop in french). The movers picked her box up and plopped her into a moving van full of boxes going everywhere. When she woke up, she cried and cried, because she had to go to the litter box, but she couldn't get out. Finally, (because she is a small and very flexible cat), she was able to squeeze out of the box and ...
You'll have to wait for the next part because it's 6:15 and the lady peep has to shut down thelaptop and take it to the office Okay
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