tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580681845726404152024-02-19T00:52:26.837-05:00Mewsings by Spooky...and LalaMy name is SPOOKY. I live in Florida. I am a Siamese mix known as a Snowshoe Siamese. My eyes are a deep blue. I was rescued from a shelter, and have since settled in to rule the house. I am served by the Nap-taker (Napper) and the Treat-giver (Treater). I am NOT a lap-cat, but I am a lady cat.
LALA is my niece who lives in Kentucky. I'm not sure what kind of Cat she is, but she has beautiful green eyes and loves to pole-dance! Her people are Light and Stretch.Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-11193813019532341232011-10-28T12:52:00.005-04:002011-10-28T13:32:07.191-04:00Running!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnn0qHYmdww_idDQyUqWTRaOy0cPwI1njpUYZq65ddoCHP2g36v773zR6UZXSL3p-idjYug4EcABfmOhqs_Om1cdBIg7bFlRBy8FC-p2p6zfX_A5XtofMOvoTipsojzN4ljJ0MIFfgl-m1/s1600/February+11%252C+2008+cropped-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnn0qHYmdww_idDQyUqWTRaOy0cPwI1njpUYZq65ddoCHP2g36v773zR6UZXSL3p-idjYug4EcABfmOhqs_Om1cdBIg7bFlRBy8FC-p2p6zfX_A5XtofMOvoTipsojzN4ljJ0MIFfgl-m1/s400/February+11%252C+2008+cropped-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668597092439870578" /></a><div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">Spooky The Cat</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px">January 31, 1999 - October 28, 2011</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "> Spooky left peacefully this morning to run with <a href="http://mewsingsbyspooky.blogspot.com/2008/06/remembering.html" style="text-align: left; ">Those Who Have </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://mewsingsbyspooky.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-sad.html">Gone Before</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; ">.<br /></span><br />Thank you all for your support and prayers as we faced this decision...and now we must learn how to live without our precious little Spooky.</div><div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; ">~ <i>Treater and Napper</i></div>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-34255915064954287802011-10-22T18:27:00.004-04:002011-10-22T18:40:09.046-04:00CATching up...one more timeIt's been a very long time since I wrote a post. Ever since my I-131 treatment last year, I just haven't been quite as active as before. That treatment healed my thyroid disease, but other things aren't so good. When I was being examined for that treatment, the vet specialist found that I had heart and kidney problems. I've been on medicine and special food ever since. All was good until recently...<br /><br />For several weeks I've been slowly losing weight. Then I caught a cold and had trouble eating. Well, that started things. Treater and Napper have been doing an awful lot of stuff to me. I have to see Dr. Steve a whole lot...lots more than I really want to, although he is very nice (except when he sticks me, that is). I'll spare you kitties the details.<br /><br />Anyway, I just wanted to tell all of my furriends how very much I've appreciated your visits and your purrs. I'm not doing well at all. I'm very weak and I can't eat or drink on my own any more, and I don't care for the syringe that Treater uses to push food into me.<br /><br />This will be my last post. I had hoped to be around for my 13th birthday in January, but I won't make it. Don't cry for me. I'll soon be with Those Who Have Gone Before. <br /><br />Play well and purr hard.Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com61tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-62635558405084368362010-11-21T14:19:00.003-05:002010-11-21T14:22:45.668-05:00Cat Rap...er, WrapThere is no way I'd stand for this. This poor kitty must be high on catnip or something. (Oh, sorry 'bout that ad...I guess it has to be there.)<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jm3dm5J5r0A?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jm3dm5J5r0A?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-64211081188323817712010-11-12T13:42:00.003-05:002010-11-12T14:04:36.361-05:00Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCh_ek2PBXLXQHb5-8a0Glc05HqL6zBt3OlRUjWmywWvAJGkPC0cWUv1K-8V2yVJTAte4ufK0cYYp569ABokOHCItcHejUETInYwMy3CbGXO2yaVX9UjJIqFp8x3b_K-e6F4JgBoj-Atls/s1600/2010-11-03+15.04.43.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCh_ek2PBXLXQHb5-8a0Glc05HqL6zBt3OlRUjWmywWvAJGkPC0cWUv1K-8V2yVJTAte4ufK0cYYp569ABokOHCItcHejUETInYwMy3CbGXO2yaVX9UjJIqFp8x3b_K-e6F4JgBoj-Atls/s400/2010-11-03+15.04.43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538736594870855298" border="0" /></a>Hey, there. I'm back. <br /><br />As you can see, when I'm awake and feeling good, I usually keep a close eye on all that's going on in the world around my house. All sorts of critters show up outside my window, like sandhill cranes, squirrels, anoles, and golfers. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24vDJkrrT3tI6dX4K1I23HdSgz1YQHIMaxrHSB7hME1xfaSCXvFyBWFByd32Iizhc9fW5IaxZ7KUzav1wynwfNgYUPZchXeN1etesl7q4GUZMZw_eariCtSBmhDmBK-KSutfa-3zObXVy/s1600/2010-11-12+13.04.57.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24vDJkrrT3tI6dX4K1I23HdSgz1YQHIMaxrHSB7hME1xfaSCXvFyBWFByd32Iizhc9fW5IaxZ7KUzav1wynwfNgYUPZchXeN1etesl7q4GUZMZw_eariCtSBmhDmBK-KSutfa-3zObXVy/s400/2010-11-12+13.04.57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538736589243944082" border="0" /></a>Treater and Dr. Heather spent a long time talking about me yesterday. Dr. Heather (she's Dr. Steve's wife) said my thyroid numbers are still bad, but they're lots better than they were one month and two months ago. I have to have more of that lab work in one more month. If they're not good, I'll have to have another I-131 treatment. <br /><br />Some of my other results weren't so good, either, but others were excellent. I don't like one of the two new foods that Dr. Steve wants me to eat, so Dr. Heather said not to worry about it for now. Whew. That's good. I was afraid Treater and Napper would start cramming it down my throat like that ginormous pill they make me take every night!<br /><br />I have good days and bad days. Yesterday was a horrible day. Today is much better. So far. Except for Treater laughing at me and teasing me.<br /><br />Yeah, I was sleeping soundly. <br /><br />Yeah, sleep does ugly things to one's <strike>hair</strike> fur. <br /><br />Yeah, I was sleeping on my side. <br /><br />Yeah, the right side of my face is flat. (For you people who get confused like Treater, the right side of my face is on your left.)<br /><br />Please don't laugh at me. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGnJmMCKHTKxmksMsaN-Bp_9m_kTehnEXgcz8vHK1spyXWBj-IiWicQo4EeDvrn3jPxphszwoseORClAzp3P80HWaDp0EwAD1q4fNGzzG7sk5tY55tFrF5w7VqdbZHU3Xzq0xzIk2Hiwg/s1600/2010-11-12+10.43.43.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGnJmMCKHTKxmksMsaN-Bp_9m_kTehnEXgcz8vHK1spyXWBj-IiWicQo4EeDvrn3jPxphszwoseORClAzp3P80HWaDp0EwAD1q4fNGzzG7sk5tY55tFrF5w7VqdbZHU3Xzq0xzIk2Hiwg/s400/2010-11-12+10.43.43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538735756655379362" border="0" /></a>Pssst...Orion, did you recognize the blankie you sent me? I still sleep on it every single day. :)Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-40355164276657793282010-11-10T07:38:00.002-05:002010-11-10T08:00:34.670-05:00Catching upThe last time I wrote, I mentioned that I had a heart problem. My heart still hurts from missing <a href="http://tiggiefoc.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tiggie</span></a>, but my inside heart is better. My health problems were more than just that.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Treater</span> noticed that I was tired a lot more than usual, and she also thought I looked as if I had lost a little weight. I'm not a very big kitty anyway. At my, er, um, <span style="font-style: italic;">plumpest</span>, I weighed 7.5 pounds. I'm just a little gal. Well, she called the V.E.T. and dragged me in there. They weighed me and poked me and stuck me and did some pretty disagreeable things to me! I was not a happy camper!<br /><br />This was about three or four months ago. The blood tests showed some scary-high numbers, so Dr. Steve sent me to the Big City Hospital. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Treater</span> was amazed - she said she never realized there were V.E.T. Specialists at those hospitals. I saw a cardiologist and an internist when I was there. It turned out that my primary condition was hyperthyroidism. Yeah, I dunno what that is, either, but it's what made me tired and skinny. They also found my enlarged heart, but the cardiologist suspected it was a side-effect from the thyroid disorder.<br /><br />(Yeah, there are some big words here. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Treater</span> is peeking over my shoulder helping me with the spelling.)<br /><br />Anyway, the treatment sounded scary, but it wasn't so bad...except that I had to stay in the hospital for a few days. They gave me something called an I-131 treatment and turned me into <span style="font-style: italic;">a radioactive cat</span>! Napper teased me...he said he knew the things I left in my litter box were radioactive...for a while, <span style="font-style: italic;">they really were</span>! Life seemed no different to me once I got home, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Treater</span> and Napper had to avoid me for a couple of weeks and every time they did anything for me, they pulled on gloves. I tell you what...my litter box leavings must be valuable. They wouldn't throw them away; instead, they saved them in a special box. <span style="font-style: italic;">Now, even I wouldn't want that box after a few days</span>.<br /><br />Anyway, like I said the last time I wrote, they made me start taking pills three times a day for my heart. After a month, I only had to take two a day. That's no fun. I also had to go back for more poking and other disagreeable stuff. Dr. Steve and Dr. M (my internist) weren't happy with the results, so they told me I had to go back again in one more month. Well, that was yesterday.<br /><br />More poking and pushing and sticking and all those disagreeable things. This is getting old. On the good side, I gained four more ounces, so I've gained about half a pound since my treatment. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Treater</span> is supposed to talk to Dr. Steve today about "my labs." (<span style="font-style: italic;">I didn't know I had a lab!</span>)<br /><br />Dr. M said that 5% of the felines who have the I-131 treatment have to have a second treatment. I hope I'm not one, but it's not looking great. We'll know later today. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Treater</span> said my medical treatments this year already cost more than hers and Napper's combined. Hey, I'm worth it, right?<br /><br />So, that's why I haven't blogged much lately. I've just been too tired. I still sleep a lot, but I'm feeling a bit better.<br /><br />Oh, yeah. I got new food yesterday, too. Dr. Steve said I need special food for my kidneys. Gee. This is making me sound like <span style="font-style: italic;">an old cat</span>. I'm not...I'm still a youthful-looking lady. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hmmm</span>, but I do have a birthday in a couple of months.<br /><br />Twelve's not old! Is it?<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Treater</span> said we'll post an update later when we know something. She said she'll do it for me if I'm sleeping. Right now, I need a nap.Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-15228035536325201242010-10-06T09:20:00.004-04:002010-10-06T09:45:19.595-04:00I am sadPlease pardon my long absence from my blog. This has been an unusally eventful summer around here. It's a long story, and I may tell all about it later. Right now, my heart hurts.<br /><br /><br />My heart has been sick lately. The V.E.T. did not like the way my heart sounded, so he sent me and Treater to a cat-cardiologist. They took pictures of my heart (among other things!!!) and put me on special medicine. He said my heart was huge. I thought a big heart was good, but not in this case. He also said there was a lot of fluid around my heart. I had to take three pills a day! I went back last week for more pictures of my heart and the V.E.T. was very surprised and said my heart almost looks normal! Now I just take two pills a day.<br /><br /><br />I felt better...for a short time. Now my heart hurts again.<br /><br /><br />My very bestest cyber-friend...my inspiration for this blog...has been very sick, too. <a href="http://tiggiefoc.blogspot.com/">Tiggie FOC </a>(that means Faithful Orange Cat) had some surgery a couple of weeks ago, but it did not help him get better. Blondie and Bernie had to make a hard choice yesterday, and they helped Tiggie cross the Bridge. Now Tiggie feels better, and is romping with his old friends, Mac and Tidbit, and a lot of other friends, too.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524925495639308722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3zKlACgey9iPjIB1kFqdbpsrQV2OeqTRvUWOKUpRUPq5jqfYxeqZyLnSTlIrWo9LV6WPbA3mZV4OmGj1ZsSAiwlFBPHrbiR655_gESpWjUP_LMIW5jsfjJu9MAcAX9-ftgGQJt-5pwGZ/s400/Trip+August+8-20,+2010+117.JPG" /><br /><br /><p>Treater and Napper went to visit Blondie and Bernie and Tiggie and Hart a couple of months ago. Treater took this picture of Tiggie for me (beautiful, isn't he?). He didn't feel very good here. </p><p>It's a sad day when a cat leaves his people. Please purray for his family...they are sad. </p><p>So am I. </p>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-38030545797630766332010-05-21T10:23:00.002-04:002010-05-21T10:29:37.132-04:00Quick! Hide the cheese!I was awakened from my morning snooze by the sound of music playing and Treater laughing. I stretched and yawned and ambled over to see what was happening. <div><br /></div><div>Oh, no. I think we'd better hide the cheese. This cannot happen!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YqlQS5CCmwI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YqlQS5CCmwI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-44004379379702891332010-04-29T19:00:00.004-04:002010-04-29T19:06:59.687-04:00So not nice!Treater was doing something in the kitchen today...don't know what she was doing, but all of a sudden, something came flying across the room and landed on the floor.<br /><br />It smelled so good!<br /><br />I sniffed and sniffed and got closer...oh, I was getting so excited, and then...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465698430611049826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitBugb4XYcJ4k2y5MBtPr0cHfN6k-1HOOTUS1LKQT0jq9RXYMzOVYUa2i5SinfgD1-MXDCvhixna828h3qZe2XJK4JDqm6ZhyphenhyphenaIwgx9ZCJlm70ZefOzViIc97dkxbytEYxat4slzwdi9dh/s400/Spooky+sniffing+a+chicken+bone.jpg" /><br />...she snatched it away. Dadgummit. She called it a chicken bone. Yum. I like chicken. Not sure what the bone part is all about.<br /><br />That wasn't very nice of her to take it away like that.Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-9113977663160814192010-03-25T10:47:00.003-04:002010-03-25T10:51:49.740-04:00Twins!Those big, big birds that live nearby have been in hiding for a few days. I thought they flew away.<br /><br />Yesterday, I found out why they were hiding.<br /><br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452583534535687074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1FMDfAMu11kFahFqMhUAhWYZvhaQ4Z5R4Mc18aLSFc7tKs6GN0R1ZsFlWBWx1j5kT_lhewIpTYnoEpv6yt6V4H7g58ttAYlQPCuDiTjX3pX0pcl8CjPZ-AobvKwRRf0M_bYm_wquA4Jm/s400/Twins+032410.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br />We spotted them out for a walk with their new twin chicks. One is easy to see, trailing just behind the parent on the right. The other one is at the front leg of the parent on the left. <br /><br />I can't decide if they're cute or if they look appetizing or if they look like my next toy.Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-71140002969364141072010-02-01T15:32:00.002-05:002010-02-01T15:35:24.680-05:00Pssssssst....Pssssst....<br /><br />Hey, Treater! You forgot another Very Important Day.<br /><br />Yesterday was my birthday. Yeah. Remember that? I cannot believe that you just up-and-up, out-and-out...<em>forgot</em>!!!<br /><br />Sheesh. It's not everyday a beautiful gal like me turns ELEVEN!Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-55587233816984920562010-01-29T13:58:00.003-05:002010-01-29T14:07:30.780-05:00Ten CommandmentsHey, it's me again! Please don't totally give up on me. Whenever Treater has time, she does try to take dictation.<br /><br />Today, she told me that she got something on her Book-in-Her-Face site that is worth sharing. Yeah, whatever that is. Anyway, I think all our people should read this.<br /><br /><div align="center">A Pet's Ten Commandments</div><br />1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.<br /><br />2. Give me time to understand what you want of me<br /><br />3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.<br /><br />4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.<br /><br />5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.<br /><br />6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.<br /><br />7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.<br /><br />8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.<br /><br />9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.<br /><br />10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.<br /><br />~Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them. Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's critters.<br /><br />~Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs!Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-74187686271377953622010-01-11T14:10:00.013-05:002010-01-11T14:43:14.098-05:00Another month...year...day...whatever<em>Yawn</em>.<br /><br />I know that I'm a bit late with this (but it's not my fault!): Happy New Year! I hope everyone had a great holiday season. Now on to things that really matter.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425565867096148690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCu4e8ixHqRMSqUHuNp0ZbSrWc4aIeAJiB_lPEercXkNj5QkrjAEoJw3tKlqmY4uq9l2MGysGenw0uM-AG2K9-8folzsZEey8GVg5cFK9QEu35GhcJo9B1NLfOJWqwo709kXEhPJ7qOs7o/s400/Spooky+1.JPG" /><br />It's cold here. <em>Really</em> cold. I live in Florida...the Sunshine State. That is supposed to mean <em>warmth</em>. Well, it's not warm here. Not right now.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425565874154600978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jiEtw8tMYwtQIVUn8_7f-2INu-BaAwHpmc9fuOrH-COMXc2AcOZSzE_-ABkJoXLCIfxVL6UsIX9Q_m3yUgAgzNNo5SFcma4n-DshYPyo8yyoOLSFyXQGobI2WWWBve3W4msJA0TXshz9/s400/Spooky+2.JPG" /><br />It's been so cold that we have had thick frost covering the fairway behind us every morning. Over the weekend, white icy stuff fell from the sky! My people kept calling it "snow."<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1iCOZebbRL11dK3xciV82WiTqHFZ7j5-Aksy-97E5ywW6o7y7-5T3DRe2zRB67znCRu51RIaHazk0C9S3pWSQ-rHiINWKJXI9jIkYhLdFQWOZUJBBkBnUcEOKzdXG9IJLCqiDScUUng2b/s1600-h/Spooky+3.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425564971354177730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1iCOZebbRL11dK3xciV82WiTqHFZ7j5-Aksy-97E5ywW6o7y7-5T3DRe2zRB67znCRu51RIaHazk0C9S3pWSQ-rHiINWKJXI9jIkYhLdFQWOZUJBBkBnUcEOKzdXG9IJLCqiDScUUng2b/s400/Spooky+3.JPG" /></a><br />I'm glad I'm an indoor cat. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6Vg4xEaiM8SE8pt4JgQBbdBtDwJeH_iC1UQ_ozevjy6nLc9tH7Np6w8iPTEenjYfZzfyYJY8ifRGNuAhmJCHm0lLIZYX_reLQvtrbVtuZolpCgniPsrzQYGH3CJxsW_2k7P2SdXGRPws/s1600-h/Spooky+4.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425564760584338018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6Vg4xEaiM8SE8pt4JgQBbdBtDwJeH_iC1UQ_ozevjy6nLc9tH7Np6w8iPTEenjYfZzfyYJY8ifRGNuAhmJCHm0lLIZYX_reLQvtrbVtuZolpCgniPsrzQYGH3CJxsW_2k7P2SdXGRPws/s400/Spooky+4.JPG" /></a><br />Other than that, there isn't much to tell.<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425564461727637730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-_VHSeru1FryRcWjAGn_jP_qqqsW1KG1ipL76fb9RXDYedWhV_AnxkdFyOjKwi9ge76yGjHbAbdndtg_WUbVrReVW_WIz-YRe0SIMdMyrKBGqGfbljUKtYxHI13HgEJ-8LRBYum45XEh/s400/Spooky+6.JPG" /></div><div></div><div>Eat. Sleep. Sleep. Poo. Sleep. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Sleep. Pee. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep...<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425564208188035170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGnBlJCg8Z2t86uCXsUh5KDycB_Xb08HuBWlskdJOzZvzEWCg1BzsWAkrZLWyovlYl4Asystei2JGInrYapOgEE_Ft-17mRcMSnojWNyODPIGOBtF6uJBA3NnPaewlYXJvrcJCRXyfxcn/s400/Spooky+7.JPG" /></div><div></div><div>Now, I think I'll roll over again and take another nap.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425564628802820354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdP3fSw4kh4zHXg7WC9dAyfJJuX6Tp-DdFPDtR2MITYs1QfyoXb2A9Qn8dCxlay1D4nZ62-szM_uHrkQ4ueJ151DOqV-P-JkOyYVN3sXvt8K-CLEgb7ft6Vi2Y5hieT-Jw8n9viNuxcmN/s400/Spooky+5.JPG" /> </div></div></div>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-90621442199416000162009-12-08T14:38:00.010-05:002009-12-08T15:19:01.474-05:00Two Whole Months!Yeah. I think Treater forgot <em>allllllll</em> about ME. She has not helped me with this blog for <em>two whole big long months</em>. That's nearly a lifetime.<br /><br />I really don't have much to tell. Mostly I've just been exploring new places to nap. I found a couple that are really good...no one can reach me there. That's a good thing 'cause my human sister's little tailpuller is 8 months old and faster than a speeding bullet. He and I haven't met yet, but I know that day is coming, so I'm getting prepared.<br /><br />Aaaaaannnnndddd...as if that isn't bad enough, another little tailpuller was born into our family yesterday morning. She's a tiny little thing, so maybe she won't bother me. Much. Soon. Maybe.<br /><br />Treater says that now she's a "Grand" and a "Great." Whatever that means. It just means trouble to me.<br /><br />Here's one of those hiding places. It looks sort of upside-down, but Treater is holding the camera from above the TV/entertainment stuff and pointing down alongside the wall I'm trying to blend in with the wires. Is it working?<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412954616160413570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6PYU5fOlGAmXdrHE1tm1-keeJUeZiVaIMIJ6YG7X8MuRJpgCRIuRf4PPVqCMUjc5CHizAAzoa2tUwudtNMH82hZCkNq1GbmwKuFeLLaoDpHnZ9MXdH_dIQyIqAsoF_EZniXP4Mo6xUdh/s400/Among+the+wires.JPG" /><br /><br /><br />Also, one day last month, Treater met a blogging friend in person for the first time and they went to see a garden. Yeah, I know. A garden is a garden is a garden. They have trees and plants and anoles and birds and bugs and all sorts of interesting stuff. This one even had its very own Garden Cat. Whoa! This cat looks like a relative. I wonder...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412953719008129250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmxYTAQ6EyqI2EeIBZ6Bi-gZIFPstoW_paGUW4MvxB357W28jb334_0eVKTij1pA2TDTH6GkhkHVu2OD8pEPog35cGu-RHDQEdc6cNPs7JbZmg5AGPDIgG4ABAHGPmNfCU8PDEB-scyAeF/s400/Garden+cat+2+x.JPG" /> The Garden Cat even gets to go outside. Lucky...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412953536231510050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYvXOjt_kpP_kULlEnwhCImUizifEejX4xc2LjGfsh1Ks9oSnNwSuC8NFQKpkrMW6eTy-qhcj8SuOpNBJ86u19FcGkGTgQ3cC6Qyup8-0VzGvoIu-pruE1yQUJDCXWiaV7Qzeof9zleJRH/s400/Garden+cat+5+x.JPG" /><br />That's pretty much all that's been happening around here. Oh, Treater and Napper rearranged all of the furniture in the big room. They said something about a tree...would they <em>really</em> plant a tree <em>inside</em> the house? Well, whatever. It does give me a great place to sit and watch everything out the big window. Like the monster birds. They're out there right now. I made Treater run out and get a picture. The Papa Bird watches for trouble while his family eats.<br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412959160488551058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgriNjvr_fxuLaPs0atb5KhTHt86i1McwiZshoTooKum30tsg_fYXl3yP5QAYIp_zlShy50TAETpl8EZKWJKJf-G7CdSek-kf1w-jwtIOhMQ4ZnOCmLWpuWSnSvqsSrcvKz6g7h_GtQ_CxN/s400/Dec+8,+2009+Sandhill+Cranes.JPG" /></p><p>While Papa Bird was watching Treater, Treater spotted a squirrel watching the birds. Squirrel was probably waiting for the birds and Treater to leave. He was pretty far from a tree.</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412959066775836018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6JFbcJ9vPSclogQyZeedPywbfMAeq358eDVlc0YlmagIctYircqq5jrtnBOMv7p1cyfvUtX88bpyeo4-JugldZ5omcJWPl7ZqSwrEkm0bwX2hktFmtBGig1sLecfc0-B5jcrMWv7TIG4c/s400/Dec+8,+2009+squirrel.JPG" /><br />Well, that's it for now. I'll be back. I promise! </p><p><em>(P.S.: Hi, Orion!)</em></p>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-80748339493917259312009-10-08T09:48:00.008-04:002009-10-09T13:18:33.073-04:00More visitors!<div style="text-align: left;">We had visitors again. Actually, we think they live in the big tree place next door. They are always in our backyard! Boy, do they ever make a lot of racket!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I wanted to get out and try to catch one, but Treater wouldn't let me. She said she would just catch one with her camera.</div><div><br /></div><div>Usually we have just four... the parents and two young ones. Those young ones are sure growing fast. I don't know who the other two are...I've never seen them before.</div><div><br /></div><div>Imagine...six of them!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-j6IL3wFV81ut8k5-w9JVjskKqUVmGsGYgaaRiz7VnPuGd76Rt7XlKBqk1vVqxX1IMHrqoUfk5QF5lzGcgPrZCvnS7OZ4QI2mnLcN2zjylKbOIDlivzS0iqJm03YIqM5tTDv9fgIMX7e/s400/Six+of+them!.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390648725260484946" /><div>Hmm, looks like one of them spotted Treater and her camera.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEUtVuVAgrJTnB2GwxFwZcpsfFyYruhGhoOonf0vRC_ejpi5Dcr2J91w9kjkIkoC5uSnCZKw2OpLl3VVooAK7UFDb8_bj7BsI5U6Eh5uySmnQfSLrycdlcHuhoYs7kVOFpVxHGrVjQ88Q/s400/Spotted!.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390648486501440114" /><div>Look out, Treater! It's heading for you!</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqFTLvqYXWuKgBMnbjAYlNZIWR9khChGw1BOaEM3IwgtbLasR-wjBLfg6Z531tR2y26z-1g8_r71NFU5B4zTB6ITQ035-un8jW5TuYJKfrzEuZgqmCRhyDdHOfF_8p4dKYg72Td0Nckmm/s400/Getting+closer!.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390649645036266962" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Run, Treater, run!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4FDdkYEvX8c7p_Nrol0k3YxGkD5KJhlPsq_KksX4g7YCYmgEa7qnUjnVCy1guD3MeF_c-zz-IXA6dRuGW5ydP7lq1G0mZ3k1EK4IsUugQpgQObB8SMnzi1Dk7tq0ZfPCTxtzFFDNvvLZ/s400/Uh-oh!+Run,+Treater,+run!.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390647964094766530" /></div><div><br /></div>Treater took a little movie of them, too, so that I could watch them whenever I want.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9gIvZK7TAbY&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9gIvZK7TAbY&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-34306146600831630042009-10-01T07:31:00.002-04:002009-10-01T07:37:32.192-04:00Oops<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; ">Oh, no! I have disappointed so many of my fellow kitties! I've been missing from cyberspace...<i>and it's not my fault!</i></span></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Treater and Napper have been busy with too many things...and busily ignoring me! Well, I've been spending my days alone (except for when <a href="http://juniorbabee.blogspot.com/">Orion</a> teleports over for a visit...purrs).</div><div><br /></div><div>Wanna know what I've been doing?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqfidnqf9h4KSTEfHBejzH2iO7O3HfFSWYWa_GX30-rpac6J2FM2YoVJK-qL78sRsoMIsVVjclo691P5PC8WnGA_stMb9JCT1n5uMqV7QRpV_lgkzUE895bPDd_RRX88XTpR_IbPUsNny3/s1600-h/Spooky+stretched+out.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqfidnqf9h4KSTEfHBejzH2iO7O3HfFSWYWa_GX30-rpac6J2FM2YoVJK-qL78sRsoMIsVVjclo691P5PC8WnGA_stMb9JCT1n5uMqV7QRpV_lgkzUE895bPDd_RRX88XTpR_IbPUsNny3/s400/Spooky+stretched+out.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387592989193017586" /></a><br /><div>Treater spends her computer time staring at videos of that tail-puller, who turned six months old this week. All I see when I look at those videos is a drool machine who makes lots of funny noises and smells.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bah.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIf_Rq5ooCsRSyO17o_SNtkF6wt9qOc9Dknsmb7lmmex3GzEmesrKwh4nekK1CaF2YGEQx1FldWLUV3ur3JEzp4O_4exIXXaobXhGe0j0RC6EADMVUTaEdWrKc86tCZGsCTDF9Ehra7qHF/s1600-h/Spooky+close-up.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIf_Rq5ooCsRSyO17o_SNtkF6wt9qOc9Dknsmb7lmmex3GzEmesrKwh4nekK1CaF2YGEQx1FldWLUV3ur3JEzp4O_4exIXXaobXhGe0j0RC6EADMVUTaEdWrKc86tCZGsCTDF9Ehra7qHF/s400/Spooky+close-up.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387592916853060866" /></a><br /></div>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-3771616004476366662009-09-01T20:57:00.009-04:002009-09-01T21:17:52.050-04:00What I sawWhat am I watching so intently? (Check out those laser eyes reflected in the window!)<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnD90s-vj8TP3cu5eHUl1vhLveDKsGRyD8tez9LVm-NvgvS-5xMtU1eyYKjrbB66I64tqbs8rkJM44UppPpGFa4j8WBAG2RCGNc1fnxqoAbvCJdexJqaRVszjoBsQZtRwmb8yq8NxY3Zkz/s1600-h/August+28,+2009+006.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnD90s-vj8TP3cu5eHUl1vhLveDKsGRyD8tez9LVm-NvgvS-5xMtU1eyYKjrbB66I64tqbs8rkJM44UppPpGFa4j8WBAG2RCGNc1fnxqoAbvCJdexJqaRVszjoBsQZtRwmb8yq8NxY3Zkz/s400/August+28,+2009+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376670976144112370" /></a>This is what I see:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuIo4LOun0qB1a0HxwCKE1rhjRgi9LkDOiv-53ie2sQ2_xfJ3yRVf-ktXYj8YCuR3iONAnYQLQ5Tl2bnJofZiVZBlKQfuu-KFs-BHP3Woa3gxDRFtPoEUUzg_UhhhMgtkSc0ZrbAwvfc1/s1600-h/August+28,+2009+004+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuIo4LOun0qB1a0HxwCKE1rhjRgi9LkDOiv-53ie2sQ2_xfJ3yRVf-ktXYj8YCuR3iONAnYQLQ5Tl2bnJofZiVZBlKQfuu-KFs-BHP3Woa3gxDRFtPoEUUzg_UhhhMgtkSc0ZrbAwvfc1/s400/August+28,+2009+004+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376670913187123474" /></a>I really want to get outside and play with it! <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTphgV9dZHaB3vtuAkLdBesD1SX4a-5pusKazU1_PvNlL2vjzkvKVydTGZUW1ERrnIdtnCkUA1UtCYSqV5jOHiuuRNw05vsTjEN7B4UeOAWbRaUbTvdQ9IU89UxTP7H6LJ1BA-o9Hli6Xq/s1600-h/August+28,+2009+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTphgV9dZHaB3vtuAkLdBesD1SX4a-5pusKazU1_PvNlL2vjzkvKVydTGZUW1ERrnIdtnCkUA1UtCYSqV5jOHiuuRNw05vsTjEN7B4UeOAWbRaUbTvdQ9IU89UxTP7H6LJ1BA-o9Hli6Xq/s400/August+28,+2009+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376670306065949202" /></a>Please, let me outside....I wanna play with it!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_60I1t6ooHqRqf6yFlSV3zPgWVt0S5f6-0qWZp8Tt36QU3naVhRjxMGzMN08Vl5tw4jhp3fLe5kYzgVKl7XKA4phRpGdM3rFkbgibiUiX9fTskQBqPWIw0dMgDqyCIczW_-pj_wiGbFx/s1600-h/August+28,+2009+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_60I1t6ooHqRqf6yFlSV3zPgWVt0S5f6-0qWZp8Tt36QU3naVhRjxMGzMN08Vl5tw4jhp3fLe5kYzgVKl7XKA4phRpGdM3rFkbgibiUiX9fTskQBqPWIw0dMgDqyCIczW_-pj_wiGbFx/s400/August+28,+2009+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376670204676122802" /></a>Well, I guess I'll just sit and watch it for a while. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_QKUU_ygFKv0hKJhc_FnDMycQ2xoeIwixFzOgZV-SJ6p4Uhdx7XffZumUfdjqJ9XbVdd-9dBaZp8032Hum7RHzZzauG-HeamAoGtNVIQyTQHwDLPP0PKYwbGpQHlMI-nAit3Isj-o8c4W/s1600-h/August+28,+2009+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_QKUU_ygFKv0hKJhc_FnDMycQ2xoeIwixFzOgZV-SJ6p4Uhdx7XffZumUfdjqJ9XbVdd-9dBaZp8032Hum7RHzZzauG-HeamAoGtNVIQyTQHwDLPP0PKYwbGpQHlMI-nAit3Isj-o8c4W/s400/August+28,+2009+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376670124408881154" /></a><i>Crash and burn!!</i></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifEMm5mMMJ1gClgkwv_dCsXNoD87sGxWpVQOruQ88ClQc5raqD9FHISrZ4AibiA7M6mcXAIrxXbpuT3YNc8TESZOT06R9UERIAWTrfDKCNTJWZamkfXFCl4YOjuGTx2GEoTFuUidIx0BMy/s1600-h/September+1,+2009+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifEMm5mMMJ1gClgkwv_dCsXNoD87sGxWpVQOruQ88ClQc5raqD9FHISrZ4AibiA7M6mcXAIrxXbpuT3YNc8TESZOT06R9UERIAWTrfDKCNTJWZamkfXFCl4YOjuGTx2GEoTFuUidIx0BMy/s400/September+1,+2009+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376669991468081010" /></a>Uh-oh. I didn't do it. Honest, I didn't!! I really did not use my laser-eyes on this!</div><div><br /></div>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-18275510458795646122009-08-31T13:01:00.003-04:002009-08-31T13:06:54.455-04:00It's a match!<div style="text-align: left;">Treater and Napper have been tearing up our new house and putting in all sorts of different stuff. That guy who does all the work is really staying busy, but he's so noisy (and he has a bad habit of closing the door to my, um, litter box room)!</div><div><br /></div><div>Right now, he's working in the big bathroom. He's putting in something called "tile." Naturally, everything that goes in my house has to be approved by me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'd say this one passes muster. I think accentuates my furs very nicely, don't you?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihf07O_PJ6knGLBM9t59g7-3UUhSpQZYNHWO3ewPSgAnqQx7MOR8ZQqG9VQ39cg8hAwejoIQWmaNWfKIoaueUV-0JE-QkjXqfaBRsi6-4qfLGq_bMbQfiUSQvWmXIcQ3A5lhpwWwvhidj/s400/August+31,+2009+-+Spooky+and+the+new+tile.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376175262079969970" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-14002197153105671952009-08-01T13:59:00.001-04:002009-08-01T14:02:55.696-04:00Should I move?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9A2Yo0b9eUxYs0I4n3rx5JnfNo7zcMo-m9PfZRHQHuuPHKOoZPevsLV1NNB5jzUcw8N5x1jyxb2wRAZPFRXdAToRWv1b88HGbGiBQbn-Qys6xl4o6NUWP0qqHxx28yme_FhrlBtF7Bid/s1600-h/July+27,+2009+Spooky+in+a+precarious+situation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9A2Yo0b9eUxYs0I4n3rx5JnfNo7zcMo-m9PfZRHQHuuPHKOoZPevsLV1NNB5jzUcw8N5x1jyxb2wRAZPFRXdAToRWv1b88HGbGiBQbn-Qys6xl4o6NUWP0qqHxx28yme_FhrlBtF7Bid/s400/July+27,+2009+Spooky+in+a+precarious+situation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365057308850253426" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-style: italic;">(Yes, that's a rocking chair.)</span>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-68736308052793538972009-07-27T13:44:00.002-04:002009-07-27T13:50:18.292-04:00Who's a horse?Treater and Napper are finally back from their trip to visit that not-quite-so-new-anymore tail-puller. They keep talking about how hoarse I am. I am trying to tell them that I'm a cat and not a horse, but they just won't listen. The more I try to tell them, the more they laugh.<br /><br />Well, my throat is a bit sore. <br /><br />They think it's because I missed them so much and called and called for them.<br /><br />What they don't know is that my throat is sore from all of the partying and house-trashing we did while they were gone! What a great time we all had. I'm hiding behind the TV today to catch up on my rest. <br /><br />Thanks for coming, everyone, and thanks for bringing so many cool goodies! <span style="font-style: italic;">Purrs...</span>Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-5523397181292354732009-07-17T18:32:00.003-04:002009-07-17T18:43:27.271-04:00Watching the birdies<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Still hanging around...<br />Not doing much of anything.<br /><br />*<span style="font-style: italic;">yawn</span>*<br /><br />The peeps are planning another trip to see the little one.<br />That means I'll be alone. Again.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Heeheehee.</span><br /><br />Remember a few weeks ago when I said something about having a PARTY?<br /><br />It's time! Ya'll come on over!<br /><br />Oh, these pics? I'm watching the little birdie. On TV. Not the kind that chirps. It's the kind that people hit with those funny-shaped sticks. Napper calls this the "<a href="http://www.opengolf.com/ChampionshipGolf/TheOpenChampionship.aspx">British Open</a>."<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6KYdeRKrvI8pAf4_aGgd0Y3pDqaHZ6fGEJ1cGQCXkRouhHmGzW8pirVDu1HXqnlOivNjuoSiYVWvY7fvR0Af0UfDloMkaqUsueSpUc3fCcWVgTlifKCF_pGa3XIQd9mrehMx-3nsXaH_S/s1600-h/July+17,+2009+Watching+the+British+Open.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6KYdeRKrvI8pAf4_aGgd0Y3pDqaHZ6fGEJ1cGQCXkRouhHmGzW8pirVDu1HXqnlOivNjuoSiYVWvY7fvR0Af0UfDloMkaqUsueSpUc3fCcWVgTlifKCF_pGa3XIQd9mrehMx-3nsXaH_S/s400/July+17,+2009+Watching+the+British+Open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359560760624986226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhHJ0D_ebFGBvsCnj81NUEQfMCoTfi7It07jCcLBdi0FAHSbmSVOdhtsgKb1rtF46Xfp1WZKMOXs2g81hsdKCQIxFHr426_OowA09RVtsjI2lmgoo2-HcRE8y7-YSRhNglSzIlydqwKwn/s1600-h/July+17,+2009+Watching+the+British+Open+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhHJ0D_ebFGBvsCnj81NUEQfMCoTfi7It07jCcLBdi0FAHSbmSVOdhtsgKb1rtF46Xfp1WZKMOXs2g81hsdKCQIxFHr426_OowA09RVtsjI2lmgoo2-HcRE8y7-YSRhNglSzIlydqwKwn/s400/July+17,+2009+Watching+the+British+Open+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359560838458214722" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://juniorbabee.blogspot.com/">Orion</a>, I'm still loving the blankie! Thanks again, ever so much!Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-73703415630246113862009-06-29T14:21:00.004-04:002009-06-29T14:27:23.696-04:00Sad news<a href="http://mewsingsbyspooky.blogspot.com/2009/06/kudos.html">Remember when I told you about the wonderful lady named Miss Ruthie who was caring for those tiny kittens who were found in the trash at the landfill?</a><br /><br />Miss Ruthie is sad today. The kittens were finally old enough last week to go to a new home. When one went in for its shots, it was found to have <a href="http://ww.peteducation.com/article.cfm?c=1+1316&aid=213">Feline Immunodeficiency Virus</a> and had to be put to sleep. That means the other kitten is being put to sleep today, too.<br /><br />My heart hurts for Miss Ruthie and for the kittens and for the people who thought they would have a kitten playing in their home.<br /><br />I am so sad. <br /><br />I am purraying for Miss Ruthie.Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-59148514088800789012009-06-27T17:20:00.002-04:002009-06-27T17:24:07.339-04:00Computer WoesHi, Cats!<br /><br />Everything is cool over here (inside, anyway...it's pretty hot outside). Anyway, I'm fine, nothing's wrong...except with Treater's computer, that is. <br /><br />I'm borrowing a computer right now so that we can let everycat know that Treater's computer's motherboard kicked the bucket recently. The drives (and all the photos) are fine, but the computer won't run. She's waiting on someone to fix it. Maybe Napper will...or perhaps the Tall Guy Who Always Picks Me Up will fix it. <br /><br />Anyway...keep checking back. We'll be back online soon.<br /><br />Purrs...<br /><br />~ SpookySpookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-34608161296808534782009-06-14T08:29:00.002-04:002009-06-14T08:36:32.177-04:00House Denizen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMdBqAVrAcNF-ylXlDuvT3nQIpG7Mapql13PppcJL59jeqBIaXP_fN3hjrWaRb89BAagHH5dyqgxBJlD9JZo9cOCy4DU-u4gxEu8fK36CUvgzzHDlf_ZDxfQ6WwWRP_gf7vD5LBhZSpq5/s1600-h/June+13,+2009+-+Protector+of+The+House.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMdBqAVrAcNF-ylXlDuvT3nQIpG7Mapql13PppcJL59jeqBIaXP_fN3hjrWaRb89BAagHH5dyqgxBJlD9JZo9cOCy4DU-u4gxEu8fK36CUvgzzHDlf_ZDxfQ6WwWRP_gf7vD5LBhZSpq5/s400/June+13,+2009+-+Protector+of+The+House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347159436181103538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is my domain...my habitat. I am Protector of all that is within. <br /><br />I have decided that I really like this place and I have taken responsibility for keeping the riff-raff away. <br /><br />I protect my people, especially Treater, because she caters to my every need. <br /><br />The peeps are amazed that I have taken to sitting upon Treater's shoulder when she is in her recliner. I do so for two reasons:<br /></div><br /><ol><li>I am protecting her.</li><li>It's a great perch for watching all the activity through the Big Window.</li></ol><br />Now, on to more important business. I am hearing rumors of another trip. I don't see any suitcases yet, but they are discussing whether to drive the big car or hop on the big, big birdie-thing. This, of course, means House Party. <br /><br />Details later.Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-5839013653605414272009-06-03T09:35:00.003-04:002009-06-03T09:56:00.137-04:00KudosTreater has a friend who visits a lot. I like her, too, 'cause she always smells like CAT. She has two kitties at her house. She is a good ear-scritcher, too. Her name is Miss Ruthie. Miss Ruthie is a very kind, loving, and gentle person.<br /><br />A couple of weeks ago, the people at the pet shelter called Miss Ruthie. Someone had thrown three little kittens into the trash and the men at the landfill found them. Sadly, one kitty did not survive, but the shelter needed a foster mom for the other two. The kittens were only about a week old.<br /><br />Miss Ruthie has taken those two in (temporarily) and is patiently feeding them a special kitten formula every four hours. Treater gets watery eyes every time she talks about this with me. I think Miss Ruthie deserves a hearty round of meows from kitties everywhere!<br /><br />The shelter has already found homes for the two little boy kitties, but they won't release them until they're old enough.<br /><br />I think this world needs a whole lot more people just like Miss Ruthie!Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858068184572640415.post-20439713793979855422009-05-26T13:43:00.004-04:002009-05-26T13:54:08.031-04:00No news hereI guess I haven't been whapping Treater hard enough. Ever since she and Napper came home from visiting that new little boy (<span style="font-style: italic;">again...twice in two months!</span>), she just won't sit down and take my dictation.<br /><br />Treater did take several pictures...of the new boy and the dog and one picture of a stray cat. She didn't bring back any pictures of Lala and Willow and Racer! I need to know that my kin-cats are doing well.<br /><br />As for that stray cat, she took the picture because she said it looks like someone washed and dried Racer and used too much heat and bleach. She said it looks like a blond Racer, only smaller. Racer is my <span style="font-style: italic;">huge </span>nephew cat - his photo is in the sidebar down a bit. He's big and black and very long-haired. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2ZRwa3Kp5KcbXeRAhpBfA9cJTIuTzkUmKsOkLBijRnNyCPsV82v0bO6NI_oB6L8HdBPYG4Fpc9giKlLFRNQLiuwMFSjq9Hd8pd3FOZsakoT_wba_Rhh1D-n0RL4D6lQHEmfrLW1b9Ols/s1600-h/May+15-19,+2009+086.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2ZRwa3Kp5KcbXeRAhpBfA9cJTIuTzkUmKsOkLBijRnNyCPsV82v0bO6NI_oB6L8HdBPYG4Fpc9giKlLFRNQLiuwMFSjq9Hd8pd3FOZsakoT_wba_Rhh1D-n0RL4D6lQHEmfrLW1b9Ols/s400/May+15-19,+2009+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340191455191223378" border="0" /></a><br />She said the picture isn't very good because she took it through a window why she was holding - <span style="font-style: italic;">what else?!</span> - the new little boy. <br /><br />Oh, well. Anyway, my peeps are back for now. There's nothing new going on except that we're having a bunch of thunderboomer storms every day and loud thunder scares me! I've even decided that perhaps it's okay to climb up in Treater's lap when the noise gets too scary. But only for a little while. <br /><br />Purrs, ya'll!Spookyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14626188696395057939noreply@blogger.com3