Mewsings by Spooky...and Lala

Running!

2011-10-28T12:52:00.005-04:00

Spooky The Cat

January 31, 1999 - October 28, 2011

Spooky left peacefully this morning to run with Those Who Have Gone Before.

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.

~ Treater and Napper

CATching up...one more time

2011-10-22T18:27:00.004-04:00

It'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...

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.

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.

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.

Play well and purr hard.

Cat Rap...er, Wrap

2010-11-21T14:19:00.003-05:00

There 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.)

Update

2010-11-12T13:42:00.003-05:00

Hey, there. I'm back.

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.

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.

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!

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.

Yeah, I was sleeping soundly.

Yeah, sleep does ugly things to one's ~~hair~~ fur.

Yeah, I was sleeping on my side.

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.)

Please don't laugh at me.

Pssst...Orion, did you recognize the blankie you sent me? I still sleep on it every single day. :)

Catching up

2010-11-10T07:38:00.002-05:00

The last time I wrote, I mentioned that I had a heart problem. My heart still hurts from missing Tiggie, but my inside heart is better. My health problems were more than just that.

Treater 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, plumpest, 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!

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. Treater 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.

(Yeah, there are some big words here. Treater is peeking over my shoulder helping me with the spelling.)

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 a radioactive cat! Napper teased me...he said he knew the things I left in my litter box were radioactive...for a while, they really were! Life seemed no different to me once I got home, but Treater 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. Now, even I wouldn't want that box after a few days.

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.

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. Treater is supposed to talk to Dr. Steve today about "my labs." (I didn't know I had a lab!)

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. Treater said my medical treatments this year already cost more than hers and Napper's combined. Hey, I'm worth it, right?

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.

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 an old cat. I'm not...I'm still a youthful-looking lady. Hmmm, but I do have a birthday in a couple of months.

Twelve's not old! Is it?

Treater 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.

I am sad

2010-10-06T09:20:00.004-04:00

Please 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.

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.

I felt better...for a short time. Now my heart hurts again.

My very bestest cyber-friend...my inspiration for this blog...has been very sick, too. Tiggie FOC (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.

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.

It's a sad day when a cat leaves his people. Please purray for his family...they are sad.

So am I.

Quick! Hide the cheese!

2010-05-21T10:23:00.002-04:00

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.

Oh, no. I think we'd better hide the cheese. This cannot happen!

So not nice!

2010-04-29T19:00:00.004-04:00

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.

It smelled so good!

I sniffed and sniffed and got closer...oh, I was getting so excited, and then...

...she snatched it away. Dadgummit. She called it a chicken bone. Yum. I like chicken. Not sure what the bone part is all about.

That wasn't very nice of her to take it away like that.

Twins!

2010-03-25T10:47:00.003-04:00

Those big, big birds that live nearby have been in hiding for a few days. I thought they flew away.

Yesterday, I found out why they were hiding.

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.

I can't decide if they're cute or if they look appetizing or if they look like my next toy.

Pssssssst....

2010-02-01T15:32:00.002-05:00

Pssssst....

Hey, Treater! You forgot another Very Important Day.

Yesterday was my birthday. Yeah. Remember that? I cannot believe that you just up-and-up, out-and-out...forgot!!!

Sheesh. It's not everyday a beautiful gal like me turns ELEVEN!

Ten Commandments

2010-01-29T13:58:00.003-05:00

Hey, it's me again! Please don't totally give up on me. Whenever Treater has time, she does try to take dictation.

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.

A Pet's Ten Commandments

1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me

3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.

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.

5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.

7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.

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.

9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.

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.

~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.

~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!

Another month...year...day...whatever

2010-01-11T14:10:00.013-05:00

Yawn.

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.

It's cold here. Really cold. I live in Florida...the Sunshine State. That is supposed to mean warmth. Well, it's not warm here. Not right now.

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."

I'm glad I'm an indoor cat.

Other than that, there isn't much to tell.

Eat. Sleep. Sleep. Poo. Sleep. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Sleep. Pee. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep...

Now, I think I'll roll over again and take another nap.

Two Whole Months!

2009-12-08T14:38:00.010-05:00

Yeah. I think Treater forgot allllllll about ME. She has not helped me with this blog for two whole big long months. That's nearly a lifetime.

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.

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.

Treater says that now she's a "Grand" and a "Great." Whatever that means. It just means trouble to me.

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?

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...

The Garden Cat even gets to go outside. Lucky...

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 really plant a tree inside 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.

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.

Well, that's it for now. I'll be back. I promise!

(P.S.: Hi, Orion!)

More visitors!

2009-10-08T09:48:00.008-04:00

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!

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.

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.

Imagine...six of them!

Hmm, looks like one of them spotted Treater and her camera.

Look out, Treater! It's heading for you!

Run, Treater, run!!

Treater took a little movie of them, too, so that I could watch them whenever I want.

Oops

2009-10-01T07:31:00.002-04:00

Oh, no! I have disappointed so many of my fellow kitties! I've been missing from cyberspace...and it's not my fault!

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 Orion teleports over for a visit...purrs).

Wanna know what I've been doing?

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.

Bah.

What I saw

2009-09-01T20:57:00.009-04:00

What am I watching so intently? (Check out those laser eyes reflected in the window!)

This is what I see:

I really want to get outside and play with it!

Please, let me outside....I wanna play with it!

Well, I guess I'll just sit and watch it for a while.

Crash and burn!!

Uh-oh. I didn't do it. Honest, I didn't!! I really did not use my laser-eyes on this!

It's a match!

2009-08-31T13:01:00.003-04:00

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)!

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.

I'd say this one passes muster. I think accentuates my furs very nicely, don't you?

Should I move?

2009-08-01T13:59:00.001-04:00

(Yes, that's a rocking chair.)

Who's a horse?

2009-07-27T13:44:00.002-04:00

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.

Well, my throat is a bit sore.

They think it's because I missed them so much and called and called for them.

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.

Thanks for coming, everyone, and thanks for bringing so many cool goodies! Purrs...

Watching the birdies

2009-07-17T18:32:00.003-04:00

Still hanging around...
Not doing much of anything.

*yawn*

The peeps are planning another trip to see the little one.
That means I'll be alone. Again.

Heeheehee.

Remember a few weeks ago when I said something about having a PARTY?

It's time! Ya'll come on over!

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 "British Open."

Orion, I'm still loving the blankie! Thanks again, ever so much!

Sad news

2009-06-29T14:21:00.004-04:00

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?

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 Feline Immunodeficiency Virus and had to be put to sleep. That means the other kitten is being put to sleep today, too.

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.

I am so sad.

I am purraying for Miss Ruthie.

Computer Woes

2009-06-27T17:20:00.002-04:00

Hi, Cats!

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.

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.

Anyway...keep checking back. We'll be back online soon.

Purrs...

~ Spooky

House Denizen

2009-06-14T08:29:00.002-04:00

This is my domain...my habitat. I am Protector of all that is within.

I have decided that I really like this place and I have taken responsibility for keeping the riff-raff away.

I protect my people, especially Treater, because she caters to my every need.

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:

I am protecting her.
It's a great perch for watching all the activity through the Big Window.

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.

Details later.

Kudos

2009-06-03T09:35:00.003-04:00

Treater 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.

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.

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!

The shelter has already found homes for the two little boy kitties, but they won't release them until they're old enough.

I think this world needs a whole lot more people just like Miss Ruthie!

No news here

2009-05-26T13:43:00.004-04:00

I guess I haven't been whapping Treater hard enough. Ever since she and Napper came home from visiting that new little boy (again...twice in two months!), she just won't sit down and take my dictation.

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.

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 huge nephew cat - his photo is in the sidebar down a bit. He's big and black and very long-haired.

She said the picture isn't very good because she took it through a window why she was holding - what else?! - the new little boy.

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.

Purrs, ya'll!

Something's in the air

2009-05-13T20:31:00.003-04:00

Things are getting very interesting around here.

Those big boxes are disappearing, but more stuff appears. Treater calls it unpacking. I call it cluttering. It's just more stuff to run around and knock over.

Treater and Napper have pulled out the big suitcases. That always means trouble. They say they're flying to visit the new little tail-puller. I wonder if they have to fly very far and if their arms will get tired.

Usually when they leave, they leave me alone for short trips or a strange person will stop in to make sure I have food and water and a clean box. This time, they said someone special will be coming to stay with me.

Special, my foot.

I figured it out. The Tall Guy Who Picks Me Up is coming over, but he's not bringing Eve, the woofie, with him. Whew.

Treater said he'll be staying with us for several days. He used to be my favorite person until he started picking me up a lot and then started smelling like a woofie. I'm not sure I'll like him this time. Depends on what he smells like and if he tries to pick me up.

Treater here: Spooky, if he's the one who gives you your treats every morning, you'd better behave and act a little bit as if you like him.

Okay, Treater. I guess it could be worse. Eve could be coming, too. Or the tail-puller.

What I've been doing

2009-05-07T20:10:00.004-04:00

I finally smacked Treater enough that she agreed to sit down at the computer for a few minutes to take dictation. Sheesh. She has been too busy. Sometimes I have to beg her to sit down so she'll scritch my ears or give me my treats.

Anyway, that guy who talks funny has been working in our house. It's getting all fixed up. I spend my time watching him, watching Napper, and watching Treater...and watching those big birds outside. Not much else to do but laze around.

Personal to Orion: Thanks for teleporting in and keeping me company! ;)

Almost outside!

2009-04-23T08:18:00.003-04:00

This new place that we're living in has a screened-in lanai just like the last two houses we've lived in. Yes, I've lived in lots of places:

In the bad home before I came to live with Treater and Napper
In the shelter
In the house with lots of hidey-holes
In the hotel with the woofies down the hall
In the brand-new house that my people built
In the apartment
...and now in this house!

Anyway, Treater and Napper sat on the lanai last night and called to me. Yeah, baby...a chance to go through that door! You betcha, I ran out there. I explored every nook and cranny and listened to all the sounds. I think I'd like to spend more time out there.

It's about time!

2009-04-21T16:23:00.005-04:00

Treater finally found that missing thingy that lets her put pictures here. She hasn't taken very many that are of interest to me, however.

Remember when I said that Treater and Napper locked me in the bathroom last week when the movers were doing their thing? No one ever came in to check on me. I finally found the reason why. Apparently, this was hanging on the outside of the bathroom door.

Harrumph. I've never eaten a man. Well, perhaps I've taken a nibble or two.

There are big birds here at my new house, too. We spotted a family of four sandhill cranes out for a walk. One of the grown-up ones had already walked out of the picture. Those little ones look just about the right size, don't you think?

Treater remembered to bring my leather string with us on this move! She dug it out of a box and threw it at me. Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy! I had some fun with it. For a while anyway.

I've got some more exploring to do right now.

TTFN!

Whoa! I think I've been kit-napped!

2009-04-17T10:16:00.002-04:00

What a week! My head is still spinning.

First, Treater and Napper started pulling out boxes and paper and things began to disappear. No big deal, I thought. I figured they were just cleaning the place.

Then, on Wednesday morning, Treater tricked me!!! My litter box wasn't in its usual spot, so I put my nose to work. I found it and my food and water in the big bathroom. I went in to investigate, and Treater sneaked up behind me and closed the door! I was a prisoner! I began to think of Tiggie and Hart and all that they went through and I began to fear that perhaps I'd end up facing Iraqi cats!

From my prison cell, I could hear all sorts of strange noises and voices. Peeking under the door, I saw the furniture leaving. There were several strange men taking our stuff! After a long time, everybody left. I was trapped and alone.

Later that evening, Treater and Napper came back. Treater came into my prison and pulled out that Pet Taxi from the linen closet. Uh-oh. I ran behind the toilet. She shooed me out. I ran into a corner and tried to turn invisible. She cornered me with that Pet Taxi. I had no where to go but in. At least she threw my favorite towel in there first.

I watched them carry some things out and finally Treater came back for me. She put me in that big thing on wheels and we were off! To the Vet? I hope not. Hmmm. We didn't drive very long at all before she stopped and carried me inside a building I'd never before seen.

They left me in the Pet Taxi for a while, but I could still see all the goings-on. Hmmm. I saw our stuff all around me. I even saw stuff that I haven't seen in a very, very long time. I wonder where it had been?

Finally, they let me out. I crouched low to the ground and started exploring. I found my litter box and food right away. I explored and explored and finally I found our bed! Oh, yeah!

We've been here for two nights now, and I'm still exploring. Treater is pulling papers and things out of all of these boxes (I think that if I could count, there would be three hundred bazillion boxes all over this house). I stay clear of her because I don't want to end up in one of those boxes or buried beneath all that paper.

I have not found a big glass wall here, but I found a couple of places that are good for sitting and watching outdoors. I saw some really big birds out strolling. Treater said it was a sandhill crane family (momma, daddy, and two baby birds). I thought it was lunch. Oh, well.

That's what I've been up to lately. I still have lots of exploring to do. Treater's computer is still in a box so she said I can't put up any pictures for a while. We'll get to that as soon as possible. Meanwhile, I'm off to check things out. Treater says we can begin visiting everyone again just as soon as all of these boxes are gone. (Maybe we can party to celebrate when that happens!)

TTFN!

Update

2009-04-07T20:06:00.003-04:00

My people are back from visiting the new blurpy boy. Treater and Napper said it was almost impossible to leave him. I don't know about that. From what I hear, all he does is sleep, eat, sleep, cry, sleep, poop, sleep, pee, sleep...sounds boring to me. Oh, wait. That's pretty much what I do. Well, except for the crying part. I do not cry, thank you very much.

Anyway, Treater wanted me to tell everyone that we have a moving deadline coming next week, and the "new" house remodeling is still going on, so I may not be able to blog for a few days...or a couple of weeks. I'll pop in when I can, so please don't forget about me!

When I come back to blogging regularly, I hope to have lots of pictures of me in my new house! I haven't seen it yet...sure do hope I like it. Hope there are lots of interesting things to see out the windows, too.

TTFN!

The boy is here!

2009-03-31T16:43:00.003-04:00

The little one is here! Treater says he was born very late Sunday night and that he is doing very well and so are his folks. Treater says she holds him all the time and sometimes has to fight Napper for a chance to hold him.

Treater says he has red hair and is tiny and perfect and sleeps a lot. Hmmm, except for the red hair, that sounds like me.

Maybe she'll let me put a picture up... What? Oh, no, she says that is up to Light (the wee one's mommy) if a picture will be put up. Oh, well. At least everyone is okay and the wee one made it safely. I hope they come visit me sometime soon, before he turns into a tail-puller.

Treater said that she and Napper will be home tomorrow, but won't be on the computer much because they are still painting and renovating that house. Don't worry...I'll be back just as soon as I can!

News!

2009-03-25T19:56:00.002-04:00

My human sister, Light, called! It looks like the Blurpy Boy may be born this weekend. My people are making lists and pulling out those icky suitcases and looking at airplane info.

Now I really will be by myself for a few days (they promise no more than four...we'll see if they can leave that new critter behind...).

Treater doesn't think she'll have a computer, but she'll try to update for me if she can.

Hangin' around

2009-03-20T09:36:00.002-04:00

My people are still working till late at night at the new house. I hardly ever see them anymore. At least I get my treats in the morning and my ear-scritches at bedtime, but nothing in between! Well, yes, I do have food and water...but no company - just whatever is on the other side of the glass doors.

I'm just hanging around by the front door...waiting for Treater, Napper, anyone. C'mon over and play with me if you can sneak away!

My apologies and other stuff

2009-03-16T08:41:00.003-04:00

I'm here, but Treater and Napper are gone most of the time. They are painting and fixing up our new house (I have not seen it yet...I guess they want to surprise me?). They leave in the mornings...well, Napper always does, anyway...and they come home so late.

When Treater is home, she's too busy to sit with me and scritch my ears. In fact, she's too busy to do anything with me! By George, my supply of my special-twice-a-week hairball treats has been depleted...and she won't go buy more! (What a slouch!)

At least no one's around during the day to step on my tail if I forget to pull it in under wherever I'm sleeping.

So, it's kinda boring around here. Sometimes there's some activity out the glass door that gives me some entertainment, but mostly I just nap...and eat...and uh, visit the, uh, Box...and nap some more.

Oh! Pretty soon, Light is going to be having that Blurpy boy. When she calls, Treater and Napper will zoom out of here and go to be with her. They are keeping a suitcase packed and ready to go. Light lives a loooong way away. They'll be leaving me alone again when they go, but they said they'll just be gone three, maybe four, days. We'll see.

I still don't know what Lala thinks about that new critter that will be coming to live with them. She's been pretty quiet lately about a lot of things. I know that another D-O-G came to live with them. That's two D-O-G-S, Lady and Bella! Add in that Blurpy boy and Lala, Willow, and Racer, and I think they have a zoo. Oh, yeah, and Light and Stretch, too.

Well, I'm around, dear ones...I just don't have much in the way of a typist right now. She's pretty worthless if you ask me. I'll try to check in again soon.

TTFN!

I'm hiding

2009-03-08T06:06:00.002-04:00

This is gonna be a loooooonnnnnng day.

It's only 6:00 in the morning, and already this morning:

1. Treater stepped on my tail. Hard!

2. Treater accidentally locked me in The Scary Room. I know...she keeps telling me to stay out of there. I was just doing a little snooping.

I think I'd better lay low today. Don't bad things "happen in threes?"

Something is happening here

2009-03-03T19:36:00.003-05:00

Treater and Napper are acting crazy again. They keep saying they bought us a new place to live. Again? I am so tired of moving.

First I lived with the bad people.

Then, Treater and The Tall One Who Picks Me Up brought me home from that rescue place (I didn't have to live there very long). They took me to that first house.

Then they sold that house and we all moved into an interesting place called a hotel. Woofies also lived in this hotel. I could hear them when they barked and when their people walked them past our door. We were there for a lot of days and nights - Treater says "two months."

Then we moved to the house with the neat stairs and all the hiding places.

Then we moved to this apartment.

And now, we're gonna move again?

But Treater says not yet. She says they are going to fix it up.

I wonder why they bought a broken house?

Where the action is

2009-02-24T19:39:00.004-05:00

I know that things have been a bit slow around here, but it's not my fault!

Treater and Napper keep taking off and leaving me overnight. Then they bring back a bunch of stuff that looks familiar but doesn't smell familiar. I remember seeing this stuff at the house where I used to live. I wonder if they'll bring that house next? (heehee)

Treater says they have to go again in a couple of days to sign a bunch of papers that will say that the house belongs to somebody else! That makes me sad 'cause I really liked that house. Of course, I liked the other house we used to live in, too. I didn't like the hotel-place that we lived in for a little while between houses. This apartment's not too bad, either. Lots of stuff happens outside that big glass door.

Anyway, while they're gone, they think that I'm lazy and sleep all the time. They don't realize that I throw open the doors and have a PAR-TAY when I'm here alone! So, anyway, they'll be gone overnight again soon.

Can you say PAR-TAY, anyone?

RIP, Socks

2009-02-20T20:03:00.002-05:00

Socks the Cat died today after a bout with cancer. He was 20 years old (some sources say he was 18 years old). Rest in Peace, Socks.

My toys

2009-02-20T09:36:00.004-05:00

I love my toys!

I love my springy worm thingy.

I love my little 'nip fishies.

I love my leather strap.

I love my new ribbon.

I love my little sparkly balls (the ones that were a gift from Orion).

I don't want anyone else playing with them, so I hid them.

I hid them really good.

Uh, *blush* I also seem to have forgotten where I hid them.

All of them.

This calls for a plan of action.

Or inaction.

Never

2009-02-15T03:44:00.000-05:00

Never, never, never. No way. Nope. Forget about it.

It won't work.

My Valentine Surprise

2009-02-13T05:38:00.000-05:00

I was minding my own business, peeking out the glass doors, watching the goings-on out there., when I heard Treater come in from the mailbox. (Treater here: Spooky, I don't think that being nosy and watching everyone outside can be considered "minding one's own business!")

Oh. Well, anyway, she said that I had mail! I asked her who in the world had sent something to ME!?!?

She just grinned, and opened the box end, and set it on the floor next to me. I had to check this out!

Oh, my goodness gracious! It's from Orion!

It's full of all sorts of good things...like toys and a really warm and cozy fleece and Temptations and - oh! - a Valentine card!

The fleece was tied with this really nifty ribbon, too.

The fleece looks great - and feels great - on top of my footstool. The ribbon and toys are good there, too...well, unless I'm chasing them around, that is.

Orion - and Meowm, too - I want to thank you very, very, very much for my wonderful Valentine's Day gifts. You are so thoughtful and sweet and cute, too.

Junior and Orion's Meowm bought these nice gifts before Meowm found out that she was getting laid off from work. Junior and Orion love having her home, but she needs to find a really good job so that she can feed the boys (and herself). Purr really hard that everything gets better for her.

Meanwhile, I've got to get things ready...I hear that Orion is teleporting over for a visit after they get Meowm settled in.

Outside the glass door

2009-02-10T09:15:00.005-05:00

Treater caught me staring at something through the window this morning.
What do you think I was watching?

Remember that silly little cat, Bebe, who lives in the apartment across the breezeway from me?
She was outside!
She was on my table and on my patio and snooping around my stuff!

Then she found something on my patio and started playing with it.
I wanted out there, too.
She's playing with my stuff on my patio.
She's having fun and I'm on the wrong side of this glass door.

(She's got a pretty floofy tail, don't you think?)
I wish I could play outside.

Awards

2009-02-09T13:33:00.005-05:00

I received a couple of awards last week from Junior and Orion (*sigh*). I really had to keep after Treater to get her to sit down and help with posting 'em. Treater's been super-busy around here...things look very interesting. I think something's going on, but she's not giving me the scoop yet. Perhaps soon.

Annnnywaaaaay, down to business. The first award:

These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.

The second award:

This blog invests and believes the PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time and relationships! These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight kitties who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.

Now, I'm not exactly sure what they mean, but I think it's good...and receiving an award is always a good thing. I'm supposed to pass this on to eight fellow cats, but I think that if you read this, you should consider yourself tagged.

Treater may be busy lately, but I'm sure not. I've been taking advantage of all this sunshine that's streaming in through the big window. I didn't even help her with today's warm, fresh-out-of-the-dryer laundry today.

Well, there was a little excitement yesterday, and it wasn't necessarily good. I do not like to be picked up. I hate it! I'm afraid of high places and being carried by a person just isn't fun for me.

Well, daggone it...I ran to greet Napper yesterday morning and when I jumped up on the footstool to talk to him, he picked me up! He carried me through this apartment and even brought me to Treater. I asked Treater for help, but she just rubbed my ears and laughed at me.

Napper took me back to the footstool and set me down and walked off. That was weird. I shook and shook and stared at him, but he walked off. Okay. So maybe that wasn't so bad.

Maybe.

*yawn* Okay, I think I'll head back to that sunny spot. *stretch* Later, ya'll.

Doing my part

2009-02-04T09:27:00.004-05:00

On laundry day this week, I told Treater that I would help. After all, there's nothing quite like warm clothes straight out of the dryer. She turned the basket of warm linens onto the bed and started to make it up. I let her know there was no hurry...I would cool those linens off first by taking a good long nap.

I think she liked the excuse to put off that chore for a while.

Later, she pulled out the big loud sucky machine. I don't much care for that and I usually leave the room. However, I was in my stealth-protection mode, watching the gigantic birdies outside who were walking around in the rain. It's my job to protect our 'partment from Gigantic Birdie Attack. I told Treater that she could do that chore later. This was more important.

She agreed and finished reading her book.

Happy Birthday to me!

2009-01-31T05:43:00.002-05:00

We really don't know when my real birthday is. I was too young to remember, and I didn't come to live with Treater and Napper until I was one year old. They rescued me from DOOM. Even though I'm a bit standoffish, I'm glad I live here with them, 'cause that means I LIVE!

We celebrate my birthday on the anniversary of my adoption, which was January 31, 2000. So, we just 'pretend' that my date of birth was January 31, 1999. That makes me ten years old! Of course, I'm a lady cat, so I'm not really old.

For the first couple of weeks that I lived in my new home, I stayed hidden...usually behind the piano or the TV. I would sneak out at night when everyone was asleep to eat, do my private business, and bite everyone's toes.

Napper kept following me around with the flashy box, and some of those first pictures are how I got my new name. When I was adopted, my name was Shubert. Shubert! For Pete's Sake, I'm a lady cat! What a name.

The first photo of me was taken when I was trying to sneak through the dining room. It's not a very good picture, but it's the one that made Treater say, "Wow! What a SPOOKY CAT!" Well, actually, the Tall One Who Always Picks Me Up called me an 'alien cat.' I'm glad I'm not named Alien Cat.

Anyway, here's another picture taken in the same evening. It's a bit clearer. This is what I looked like nine years ago. I had already perfected my laser eyes by then.

Wasn't I cute? Well, of course, I still am!

Happy Birthday to Me!!

Answering the questions

2009-01-28T15:48:00.004-05:00

I'm sorry.

I guess everyone's been wondering where I've been. Well, I'll tell ya.

I've been here:

And I've been here:

So, the answer to the first question is: I've been hibernating practically this entire month!

The second question remains unanswered: am I a cat or a bear?

Actually, I'm resting up. There's a Big Event this weekend. Check in with me on Saturday!

My new favorite spot

2009-01-07T08:27:00.004-05:00

Treater and Napper have been laughing and shaking their heads at me a lot lately. I cannot understand what they think is so funny. I think they're laughing at my new favorite sleeping place. I really like this spot. Treater keeps trying to take it away, but I won't let her.

Here...I'll move and show you what I've been sleeping on (that's my tail-tip in the bottom of the photo):

So, what do you think?

Treater here:

Just before Christmas, I brought home several gifts that I had purchased. They were wrapped in bubble wrap and placed inside this bag. After removing the gifts, I stuffed the bubble wrap back in the bag and left it on the floor. When I looked back, Spooky was nuzzling the bag, so I left it. Now she sleeps on it several hours each morning.

Bubble wrap and a plastic bag. Who'd a-thunk it?

Four

2009-01-04T19:13:00.007-05:00

Four. That is a signifiCAT number. Today is the fourth day of the New Year...2009! This month, I will turn TEN years old! My made-up birthday is January 31, 1999. It's made-up because when my people adopted me, the vet said I was one year old, and they just went back one year to come up with a birthday for me. I can't remember being born...and I can't remember my first cat family, so that day works for me.

Four is also signifiCAT because I got tagged for the four-by-four photo tag game. Treater already played it, but she did not tag me. I guess she was being lazy. Tiria, The Shadow Princess, and Henry tagged me!

Here are the very easy rules:

1. Choose the 4th folder on your computer where you keep/store your pictures.
2. Select the 4th picture in the folder.
3. Explain the picture.
4. Tag 4 people to do the same! No cheating (cropping, editing, etc.)!

This picture of me was taken in 2004 - the fourth year that I lived with my people. I was five years old here. My people had just bought this big cabinet...it has all sorts of play-pretties in it, but I can't get to them because of the glass. The very back of this big cabinet has something called a "mirror." I'm not exactly sure what a mirror really is, but it has a CAT in it that keeps looking at me! I have tried talking to it, and I have tried to convince it to come out and play, but it just keeps looking at me.

It's still in that cabinet. I think it's probably hungry and thirsty because I never see it eat or drink...ever. It just always looks at me. It sure is a pretty cat. I'd sure love to have it as a playmate.

I'd like to tag this cat for this game, but I don't think it has any people who take pictures. I don't even think it has a computer or a dictation-taker. Poor cat.

Well, I looked around, and it looks like everyone else has played this game. If you haven't played, please consider yourself tagged!

Psssst...Tigs. You do realize that you were tagged, too, don't you? I'm gonna double-tag ya.

Miss Kitty, have you been tagged yet?

Well, while I'm at it, Junior and Orion, have you guys been tagged yet?

Anybody else?

Oh, by the way, I know I'm late, but Happy Mew Year to EveryCat!

Uh-oh

2008-12-30T20:52:00.002-05:00

This is not good.

I see a suitcase.

Treater told me this was my last chance to say anything to all of my Cat furriends for the rest of the year!

The REST of the YEAR??!!

This does not sound good.

I wonder how long the rest of the year is? I wonder how long my people will be gone? I don't like being left alone.

I guess I'll be back 'next year.'

This is not good.

The Face-Off

2008-12-27T19:26:00.006-05:00

I survived.

I actually survived a face-off with Eve, the Wookiee Woofie!

The Tall Guy (Who Did Not Get to Pick Me Up This Time!!) brought Eve over for Christmas Day. She's something called an American pit bull terrier. My people actually like her. Everybody was pretty good about keeping that woofie away from me, even though it meant that we had to take turns being shut up in one of the bedrooms.

However, one time, The Tall Guy forgot that I was out - I was having my dinner - and he opened the bedroom door and let Eve out. I was cornered!

I froze. Eve froze. I bushed up bigger than I've ever bushed up in my almost-ten-years and I started my Scary Sideways Dance. Eve kept trying to run and hide! She would back up as I would dance closer and closer to her! Finally, Eve looked at The Tall Guy for help, and that gave me the break I needed. I scooted past her and right into my bedroom.

Whew. No blood shed. No one got scratched. No bodies. I was afraid, but I didn't let on to Eve...and I scared her!

There is no way that Eve and I will ever be like this dog and cat (click on picture for video link).

Here's a picture of Eve. She and Napper were playing, but Eve kept looking at The Tall Guy. I think she was afraid that he would go off and leave her.

All in all, it wasn't too horribly bad. I survived and I have my place back. Eve left.

One thing really upset me, however. The footstool by Treater's chair is mine! That's where I nap and where I watch TV. That's where I sit and stare pitifully at Treater begging for a scritch or a treat. Look who's napping on MY footstool!

It still smells like a woofie.

The Visitors

2008-12-24T11:27:00.002-05:00

Treater and Napper have been extra-busy lately. I think that flashing, blinking fake tree might have something to do with it. Stuff keeps piling up under and around it. That stuff has blocked my short-cut from my napping place to my hiding place. That might be a bad thing...

...especially after what I heard last night. I think the Tall Guy Who Always Picks Me Up is coming to visit. I also think he's bringing Eve. Remember Eve? She's the woofie who sounds like a Wookiee.

I don't care what she sounds like or how much my people like her, she's a D-O-G and she's coming to MY territory!

I think I need to take a quick vaCATion...soon. Any Cat out there who'd like some company? I'll bring the Greenies and Temptations and my fishie (I found it again) and my springy green worm.

Oh, yeah...

Meowy Christmas, EveryCat!!

The little cat

2008-12-19T09:46:00.004-05:00

I live in something called an "apartment." That means that we have neighbors who live really, really close.

There's a big-sounding woofie next door. Sometimes I hear him bark. Treater says he's a really, really, really big dog and he makes her nervous.

Then, there are the people across the breezeway from us. They have birds. Well, they did. One bird got out, and we saw a hawk swoop it up and take off with it. It made the people sad. It made me sad, too...I think that birdie could have been my ~~plaything~~ friend.

Anyone, the little girl who lives there wanted a Cat. Smart girl! So, her parents got Eden a kitten. Eden calls her "Bebe." She's a floofy-tailed calico. Bebe doesn't like to stay in the apartment. Treater and Eden's mom were in the breezeway yesterday talking and then they both opened the apartment doors to go inside. Bebe ran out of her door and into MINE! Treater snatched her up and brought Bebe to me. I wanted to sniff and make friends, but Bebe started spitting and growling and then she scratched Treater and ran right out our door and into her own door!

Later, Eden took Bebe outside to play in "the beach" with all of the other girls who live in our apartment. The beach is right in front of my big window. I tried to let Treater know that I wanted to play in the beach, too, but she just will not let me outside. Treater went outside with the flashy box and took a movie of Bebe playing in the sand.

Note from Treater: "The beach" is actually the sand volleyball court. Since it's located next to the pool and it's full of white sand, the residents have dubbed it the beach.

Meowy Christmas!

2008-12-15T08:11:00.001-05:00

Birdday?

2008-12-12T07:29:00.004-05:00

I think I finally figured out why Treater has been so grumpy lately.

I'm not sure what a "birdday" is, but she said she's having one today. If she's getting a bird today, I sure want one, too. If she's not happy about it, maybe she'll just give me hers.

I'm going to have to investigate this further.

Any thoughts?

I missed it!

2008-12-10T09:17:00.003-05:00

Oh, no!!! I cannot believe this!

I missed my first blogaversary!

Actually, it's Treater's fault. She just would not sit with me and take dictation. She claims she is busy. Hah. It's probably more like 'lazy.'

My one-year blogaversary was five days ago...my first-ever post was December 5, 2007.

I wanted to celebrate!
I wanted to party!
I wanted to post!

Well, at least I think I'll celebrate by watching the anoles. It's really warm outside again, so they're playing on the patio and teasing me. I'm trying hard to get through the glass wall to snatch one.

When I'm through with that, I'll nap. Then I'll run around and visit all my buds in cyberspace. Perhaps I'll take another nap. Or two.

Have a great day, Everycat!

Whoo-hoooo! One year and counting!!

Purrayers needed for Misty!

2008-11-29T18:48:00.003-05:00

UPDATED:

It looks like the purrayers are working!

Please purrray for Misty and the rest of the Crew!

Misty is at the VET having emergency surgery.

Sunny days

2008-11-25T17:17:00.004-05:00

I know the weather is getting cooler in most places, but it's not so cool here. Well, maybe just a bit.

There is one big advantage to the shorter days. The sun is lower in the sky! That means it now shines into our 'partment! I've been spending my days basking in the warm sunshine, safely away from anyone's feet.

There is also a disadvantage to the somewhat cooler days. Those anoles must be hibernating. I don't see 'em much anymore.

Oh, well. The sun is warming my furs *yawn* and making me... so... very... sleeeepyyyyzzzzz.

I took a test

2008-11-22T21:36:00.004-05:00

I know, I know, I know. I've been a really lazy cat. I like my naps - what can I say?

Actually, I probably could do a little dictation if Treater would just settle down with me for a bit. I think her busyness probably has to do with that little blurpy boy that will be coming to live with Lala's family.

I did manage to get Treater to do this fun little "test." It analyzes your blog and tells who wrote it. This one was ALL WRONG. Here's what it says:

We guess http://mewsingsbyspooky.blogspot.com is written by a woman (53%), however it's quite gender neutral.

Yeah, right. It was written by a cat! I guess they were sort of close. I'm a woman cat.

Update: After I wrote this post, I analyzed this blog again. Now it says that they're guessing 51% that it was written by a man! Methinks think they are just randomly guessing!

The Copy-Cat, er...Copy-Dog

2008-11-14T10:22:00.003-05:00

Last week, Treater and Napper went back to the old house. My brother, the tall guy who always picks me up, is living there with Eve. Eve is a D.O.G. I didn't like it whenever she came to visit. I had to stay under the bed. I guess it's a good thing that Eve really doesn't know what a Cat smells like or she would have been snuffling under the bed after me.

I don't like it when Treater and Napper come back smelling like Eve. Peeee-yoooooo!

I also wasn't very happy to find out that Eve likes playing "King of the Mountain" on MY stairs! These stairs can be fun, and I liked peeking down from the top.

To make matters worse, now she's learning to make Laser Eyes just like me.

What next, will she start licking her paw and bathing her face?

To jump...or not...?

2008-11-07T08:31:00.003-05:00

Can you see me?

I've never been much of a jumper, and I'm not crazy about climbing, either. Usually I just stay close to the ground.

The second picture is pretty blurry, but if you can't see me in the first picture, you'll find me in the second one.

What am I doing? I'm contemplating. Do I really want to jump across from the table to the kitchen counter...or not?

There's a lot of stuff on the counter.

Stuff in the way.

Interesting stuff.

Perhaps fresh water or a forbidden morsel of something to eat.

I sat here for a very long time before I finally decided...

No.

I didn't jump.

By the way, the people are leaving me again for the weekend. Something about having to clean the house-that's-still-for-sale. I sure wish someone with a nice cat family would buy it so that my folks would just stay here with me. Anyway, anyone wanna teleport over to spend the weekend with me? I've got Greenies AND Temptations! (I think I've made them feel guilty about leaving me so often.)

My Kentucky Kin

2008-10-29T13:56:00.002-04:00

Last week, Treater and Napper went lots of places. One place they went was to visit my human sister, Light, and her hubby, Stretch. Stretch is doing very good after his strokes and heart surgery. He still gets tired easily, and is still on medication, but he looks good. My human sister is expecting a blurpy one in a few months, so she gets tired, too. Sounds like good napping opps there, huh?

Instead, Treater and Napper and Stretch and Light spent their time together fixing up the house and doing some shopping. They are getting ready for that little critter who will be coming to live there.

Treater said she went outside in the early mornings to check on Lala, Willow, and Racer. She took these pictures in the dark and was surprised that they turned out okay. Lala and Willow are in the top picture. Big, floofy Racer is in the bottom picture.

I think Lala is too busy chasing field mice and exploring the barn to do any posting. Maybe one of these days she'll talk about her adventures.

Cold equals ... fun?!

2008-10-29T10:13:00.003-04:00

It's really cold here in Florida. Treater said the temperature last night was "in the 30s" ... whatever that means. Yesterday, Treater thought she would air out the apartment by opening the sliding door and a couple of windows.

Guess who was happy?

All that fresh air coming in ... a nice place to perch ... and - free entertainment!!

An anole somehow sneaked in through the sliding door screen! Boy, am I ever having fun! Best of all, it's still inside and Treater can't find it.

Hee hee hee. I'm not telling!

Snuggling and cuddling

2008-10-27T16:59:00.002-04:00

My people are home!

Treater and Napper didn't leave me forever!!

A very nice lady named Lori took good care of me, but she didn't sleep over here. I did not have anyone to snuggle and cuddle with. I liked Lori so much that I only urped one time!

Treater and Napper came back this afternoon. I'm so, so, so happy!

Guess what? Best of all?! Right now, Napper is napping and I'm snuggling and cuddling with him.

No worries

2008-10-14T08:38:00.002-04:00

All is well here. I haven't vanished, nor have I run away. Nor has anything bad happened over here.

Can't say the same for Treater and Napper, however. It seems they "ran away" again. They got back last night after a loooooong weekend away. I think they were back at the old place, 'cause they smelled like a woofie when they came in. I was so happy to see them that I ran up to Treater and followed her everywhere... then I caught a scent of woofie. I'm sure they were disloyal to me and played with Eve, my niece dog. I was an especially good lady cat and I never once urped while they were gone!! Nothing!

Well, anyway, they're back...for a couple of days.

Yes, they are leaving again. This time for longer than a weekend. A nice lady who works in the office is going to check on me while they're gone. That's a good thing, 'cause I kept hearing "vet" and "boarding" whenever they talked about me. I'm happy that I'll get to stay home. Maybe I can convince her to give me more Greenies than I usually get.

So, I'll be doing lots of napping and watching the action outside the glass wall. Other than that, it'll be pretty quiet around here for a while. Come visit if you can. It'll be fun!

A nap, a little rain, and an award

2008-10-07T15:05:00.007-04:00

Lately, I've enjoyed some really great naps. Usually, I'm on the beach-towel-covered footstool next to Treater's chair. Sometimes I'm in the big chair in the corner of the big bedroom. Sometimes I'm in my new hidey-place (see my previous post).

No matter where I am, I just wanna be left alone. No Iraqi cats here to worry about (at least, I don't think so).

I don't know why Treater thinks it's necessary to take my picture while I'm sleeping. I'm just sleeping, for Pete's sake! That flashy thing always wakes me up.

I'm not usually too thrilled about it, either. (Personal note to Lala's mommy: Treater says to ignore all the stuff in the background of the picture below; you'll get part of it in a couple of weeks and you'll get the rest in a few months.)

Then she started talking about the rain that was coming down. She called it a real gullywasher! She said it's a good thing because it hasn't rained in several weeks and we need it. I'm not sure who "we" refers to, but it certainly isn't me! I don't need the rain.

I guess the rain was a small distraction for her, because Treater then told me that I needed to catch up on some old business. Last week, Junior and Orion gave me this award. I'm not quite sure what it means, but an award is a good thing. Here's the award:

And here are the instructions that came with it:

"With the Premium Dardos, recognize the values that each blogger shows each day in commitment to transmit cultural values, ethical, literary, personal etc. that, in short, demonstrate their creativity by alive thinking that remains intact from their letters and words."

I think that's a rough translation from the original Portugeuse in which it was first written. I've seen this award on lots of blogs, so I won't tag anyone, but if you haven't received it and would like it, please share the honor with me and let me know.

Thank you, Junior and Orion, for thinking of me!

Now, I shall return to my nap. It's raining again, with lots of thunderbooms and lightning flashes. Perfect napping weather!

Another hiding place

2008-10-01T16:32:00.003-04:00

Sometimes, you just have to find a good hiding place in order to get a nap and stay warm.

Treater keeps telling me that it's HOT outside, but I have to stay inside with them where they inside on keeping it COLD. I do not care for this thing called air conditioning.

So, I found a good place to hide. And nap. And stay warm.

This is the TV in the bedroom. Notice anything?

Look closely now...see ~~anything~~ anyone yet?

I just wanna sleep...

2008-09-26T12:31:00.003-04:00

Gee, I've been one lazy cat! It's been a whole week since I was here.

I've just been sleeping.
A lot.

I sleep all night next to Treater.
I go right back to sleep on my footstool after my morning treats and sleep until Napper comes home from work.

I just don't have any energy to do anything but sleep.
I don't even feel like playing with my toys.

Treater thinks I'm sick.

I think I'm just lazy.

Birdies

2008-09-19T19:57:00.005-04:00

Treater and Napper left me alone for three whole days and three whole nights! They're back now, but I sure did leave them plenty of urpies to clean up! However, I decided not to tip over my water bowls since I made plenty of messes for them.

Treater said she saw lots of birds - big and small - and when she went to the beach one evening, she "captured" some birdies for me! You can listen to them if you turn up the sound. (You can also hear the wind and the water, but I wasn't too keen on all that water.)

Treater also brought me a picture of some really big birds called pelicans. They like to sit by the water and gulp up the fish.

Hmmm...

Guilt trip

2008-09-16T16:26:00.003-04:00

This isn't good, but it may be a good way to get my point across. See what you think. Should I?

Treater and Napper are leaving me alone for three nights, starting tonight. I have a great big food dispenser and matching water dispenser. Treater filters all of my drinking water so that I only get the good stuff. She also said she's gonna look into buying me a better catfood for my sensitive tummy when she goes to the pet store, like maybe the one that Misty from The Crew suggested in the comments on this post.

Treater filled my food dispenser after scrubbing it clean. Then she scrubbed and filled my water dispenser...but it kept glugging and glugging...and soon all of the water was all over the floor!

Somehow, it got cracked! It's too late for her to run out and buy a new one, so guess what she did? She put three big water bowls out!

First of all, I really don't like being alone. Secondly, I'm also not too keen on all of those water bowls. I mean, what if I accidentally spill one...or two?

I could drink all my water by the time they get back, and "accidentally" spill any that's left...then play 'possum on the floor and act like I'm dying of thirst!

Can you say "guilt trip?"

CATching up on old business

2008-09-15T14:03:00.003-04:00

Treater insists that she has been pretty busy lately. Too busy to take dictation for me. Well, in protest, I have kept her extra busy. I've had a "funny tummy" lately, and things just aren't settling well, so I've been urping some major hairballs on a regular basis for her to find. I'm still not feeling well, and I'm letting her know by leaving tufts of fur around the place.

I'm really going to have to protest this week. Those daggone suitcases have reappeared! I do not like this one bit. I'm snooping around to find out when the suitcases (and Treater and Napper) will be heading out the door again. I foresee some major urpy protests!

Anyway, it's been a long time now, but Fin and Misty were kind enough to leave me an award!

Here are the rules: We are supposed to give this award to five friends. Four of these friends must be dedicated followers of our blog. (Lala and I are dedicated followers of each other's posts - does that count?) Anyway, one should be given to a new blogger who lives in a different part of the world. Each awardee must link back to whomever gave the award.

I've been looking and looking, and it looks like everyone already has this award! Is that what happens when Treater isn't very timely with helping me? Well, in my opinion, everyone who follows my blog deserves this award for being faithful enough to keep checking to see if Treater is doing her duty and assisting me. If you read this and you don't have this award, please consider yourself honored! I thank you - each and every one of you - who take the time to stop by and visit with me!

Oh, I need to report, too, that Tiggie and Hart made their escape. They are still getting acclimated to life on the outside [of that prison camp], but maybe they'll tell us about their new digs soon. I hear they've moved pretty near my friend, Junior. That's really cool!

The Cat Meme

2008-09-10T15:39:00.003-04:00

I saw this meme over at Padme and Delenn's momma's blog. It looked like fun, so I thought I'd try it. I'm not gonna tag anycat, but if you'd like to play, too, please leave me a comment!

Here's the rules:
1. Any animal can play, except human beings, cuz they do their own memes! Thank you very much!
2. If you play be sure and tag another pet pal to play and be sure they know they got tagged.
3. Answer the nine questions (duh, nine lives, nine questions).
4. Be honest.
5. Let people know you played too!

Here we go....
1. Favorite place to nap? Nighttime: next to Treater's pillow; Daytime: on Treater's footstool.
2. Favorite past time? Napping, eating, enjoying the occasional 'nip.
3. Favorite treat? Greenies and those yummy hairball treats!
4. Indoor or outdoor preference? Well, I've never really been outdoors, and that's a big and scary place, so I'll say indoors.
5. How did you come to live with your peeps? I was rescued from the shelter when I was one year old. I was abused by the people that I used to live with.
6. Litter box, tree or fire hydrant? Litter box...unless I'm trying to make a point.
7. Best toy you ever got? Hmm, that would probably be the little springy toy with a 'nip-filled head.
8. Sleep in or early riser? Early!
9. Wish for all the world? That every kitty has a safe and warm home with lots of love and lots of food.

Whoa!

2008-09-09T13:28:00.002-04:00

Hoooooo, boy, was that ever a party! It's Tuesday and I still haven't recovered.

I really enjoyed having everyone over. We did a super job of trashing the place. However, I think we may have gone a bit too far. Treater claims there is no way that I could have created all of those hairballs by myself. I think we've been found out.

Lotsa kitties were here to party and keep me company. We had nip, feather balls, fresh grass, Temptations and Greenies, shrews (I've never seen a shrew before now), lots of paper things to shred, and even some beverages were provided: niptinis and Dom Niptognon. Thanks to everyone that was here.

Besides trashing the place and sleeping on the pillows, we played several games of "Chase the shrews" and "Thundering Herd of Elephants" (I'm really good at that one), and we had a "Hurl the Hairball" contest. After all the yummies and those beverages, I lost track of who was hurling what. I'm still not sure who won that contest.

While my folks were away, I was given an award - twice! Thanks, Misty and Fin. Treater says she'll help me post that later. I think she's still mad at me for trashing the place.

I really feel bad that Tiggie and Hart couldn't make it to my party, but they're in a really bad situation! They're POWs! There's an underground movement trying to get them freed. Miss Kitty wasn't able to come, either. I think she's hiding from TRHO who keeps trying to put strange things on her head.

As for Lala, she seems to be a bit preoccupied lately. Her mommy is going to have a baby and her daddy has been sick. She's being terrorized by Willow and Racer, too. I think she's just laying low and waiting for all the excitement to die down.

I'm gonna go finish my nap. Thanks again, y'all!

Shhhh....

2008-09-04T11:52:00.002-04:00

They're leaving later today.

The long weekend party starts after the sun goes down tonight.

I've got Greenies, lots of 'nip toys, and a big bed for resting.

C'mon over!

What to do?

2008-09-03T08:57:00.002-04:00

I just heard Treater and Napper talking. They are leaving me again! They are going back to the place where we used to live for a few days.

Apparently, I'll be here alone for three nights. I'll have the big bed all to myself!!! Maybe I'll finally get to sleep on Treater's pillow (she hates that!).

Better yet, three nights alone would be perfect for having fun...maybe - perhaps - like inviting some furrends over and having a party?!

Any ideas? What should I do? Have a party? Entice an anole to come inside to play? Trash the place? Leave some "goodies" around the apartment?

Whatever I decide to do, I'm not responsible. It's not my fault they're leaving me. Cats just wanna have fun. Right?

My 3-day weekend

2008-09-02T10:16:00.003-04:00

This is how I spent my long Labor Day weekend...and how I plan to spend today, too!

Whew!

2008-08-29T14:13:00.004-04:00

Everything seems to be okay. It's too complicated for a simple cat like me to explain, but Treater wrote about what happened to Stretch.

Everything is fine. Everything is going to be okay. I just know it.

Thanks to effurrybody for all the purrayers!!

Uh, not so good.

2008-08-29T06:27:00.002-04:00

That ringy-thingy did it again last night. Treater was on the phone for a long time in the middle of the night. It was Light. Stretch had to ride in an ambulance back to the hospital. They thought his surgery was okay, but I guess something went wrong.

We're purraying over here again.

Looks good!

2008-08-27T13:52:00.002-04:00

Treater has been on the phone a lot this afternoon, but I heard her say that Stretch is out of surgery and doing fine and is in recovery! My human sister hasn't seen him yet and hasn't talked to the doctor yet, but everything looks good so far.

Thanks to effurrybody for all of the wonderful purrayers!!

Purray today

2008-08-27T08:57:00.002-04:00

My human brother-in-law, Stretch, is having surgery this morning. Please remember to pray for him and my human sister!

Rain and bird and cat

2008-08-25T07:19:00.002-04:00

It keeps raining, and the big birds keep coming back.

Treater went out in the rain to get a better picture of an ibis for me...

...and OF me!!

So near, yet so far

2008-08-22T13:39:00.006-04:00

What am I watching?

So near...

...yet so far away.

It's raining here. Treater says that Fay is making it rain. I guess Fay's not all bad, 'cause the rain makes these birdies come out.

Treater says that Fay is bad - really bad - for the people on the east coast 'cause they have too much rain. Fay is wearing out her welcome. Go away, Fay!

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

My human sister and her hubby and Treater and Napper really appreciate everybody's prayers. My human sister (Light) and her hubby (Stretch) are Lala's momma and daddy. Lala's too busy to write because she's keeping things in order at the farm and making Willow, Racer, and Lady toe the line while Stretch is in the hospital. I think she'll be back in action here soon.

Anyway, Stretch's surgery is on Wednesday, and we are purraying that it will fix all of his problems and make him all better. Thanks for purraying, and please keep it up!

Another update

2008-08-20T07:21:00.002-04:00

Treater answered the ringy-thingy early this morning. She said that it was my human sister telling us that her hubby is back in the hospital again. She said, "Complications." I'm not sure what that means, but Treater is very unhappy.

I think we all need to keep purraying for Stretch.

An update

2008-08-15T15:38:00.003-04:00

Thanks so much to all of you for purraying - cats and humans alike! My human sister says that her hubby is doing better and responding very well to his treatment. She said that he shows no signs of any permanent damage, but the doctor found a hole in his heart. That means he's going to have surgery on August 27.

My human sister and her hubby are Lala's people. Lala is my blogging buddy, but she doesn't blog much because her mommy is going to have a human baby. There's not going to be much lap room for Lala, so that means not much blogging!

Thanks again for purraying, and please don't stop! Oh, and Treater and Napper decided to wait before going up there to be with them, so they're still here with me. That makes me purrrrr!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Today was a very rainy day. It rained so much that it brought out the ibises...a bunch of them! One ibis didn't want to get his feet wet. I don't blame him. I don't much care for wet feet, either.

Purrayers needed!

2008-08-14T13:43:00.002-04:00

This isn't good. My human sister (the one who is going to have a baby) called and woke us up last night. Her hubby was hospitalized last night. The tests showed that he has suffered a series of strokes last night and this morning.

Treater and Napper may be flying up there to be with them. I'm not sure who's going to be here with me.

Keep us all in your purrayers, please!

Gold medalist

2008-08-14T05:43:00.001-04:00

Remember yesterday when I said that I'd been napping...a lot?

Well, I forgot to add one more thing that I've been doing a lot of lately.

I'm practicing for the Hairball Olympics. I figured I should go for the Gold.

Cat Days of August

2008-08-13T08:02:00.002-04:00

It's August.

It's hot.

It's been raining a bit. Well, a lot.

Nothing's going on. I haven't even had anything to blog about. So how have I been spending my time?

Like this:

The Needs Meme

2008-08-08T09:59:00.006-04:00

I read about this meme over at Gandalf and Grayson's blog. It looked interesting. I thought I'd try it, too. It's pretty easy. Just google your name with the word "needs" after it and see what you come up with!

Spooky got 2,640,000 results! Here are the top 10:

1. Spooky needs a holiday in Somalia!
Where? My holidays are better spent under the bed.

2. Spooky needs a home.
I have a home, thankyouverymuch.

3. Spooky needs a break.
I got one when we moved far away from Eve and the Tall Guy Who Always Picks Me Up.

4. Spooky needs help!
Everyone needs help once in a while...even if that means going to the V-E-T.

5. Spooky needs food.
Yep. 'Nuff said!

6. Spooky needs more dark stuff.
Um, 'xactly what kind of "dark stuff" does this refer to?

7. Spooky needs to relax.
Can't get any more relaxed than this:

8. Spooky needs to find a new date.
New date? I haven't had the first date yet!

9. Spooky needs a horse.
Uh...No.

10. Spooky needs more mileage.
Mileage? I'm a C-A-T, not a C-A-R.

A new critter?

2008-08-04T07:27:00.005-04:00

Well, mystery solved. Sort of.

It has something to do with that red-headed human "sister" of mine. She's the one that my nieces (Willow and Lala) and nephew cat (Racer) live with. She said she's getting a baby. I wonder if it will be furry and have a tail? It might have blue eyes like me, or maybe it'll have green ones like Willow, Lala, and Racer. Just as long as it doesn't bark like Lady (their D-O-G).

Well, whatever kind of baby critter it is, Treater and Napper are happy, and they keep calling each other "Grandma" and "Grandpa."

People are so weird.

What's going on?

2008-08-01T11:02:00.002-04:00

Somebody in this place has the giggles. She won't quit giggling and she won't tell me what it's all about. Napper is actually giggling, too.

I know what they say. "Curiosity killed the cat."

Hey, I'm a cat.

I'm curious.

Treater says I'll have to wait 'till next week to find out.

That was NOT funny!

2008-07-31T06:17:00.002-04:00

Sometimes my people can be so stupid.

Somebody forgot to fill my water dish.

I think I was patient long enough. In my opinion, it's perfect acceptable to complain loudly in Somebody's ear at 5 o'clock in the morning. If Somebody would be more thoughtful and considerate, then Somebody wouldn't have to get out of bed so early.

It worked. Somebody got up and washed and refilled my bowl. With COLD water. Right out of the fridge. What was Somebody thinking, anyway?

Napper then caught me up on the bathroom counter looking for water in the sink. He added water and left the room. I'm too embarrassed to tell what happened next, but it serves them right that there was water all over the mirror, counter, floor...everywhere. I had to go off into the corner to lick myself dry. Napper laughed. Loudly. Then he told Treater. Sheesh.

If I'm not staking out my water bowl, you'll find me under the bed today. Getting dry...and getting over this humiliation.

What I saw today

2008-07-30T15:08:00.003-04:00

I'm sorry for taking such a long nap. We've had so much rain and so many storms...it's making me stay so sleepy all the time.

Today's nap was interrupted by a lot of activity outside my big window. These are called ibises. One is called an ibis. Boy, do they move fast! Once in a while, one would get mad at another one for getting in his way. They sure were funny to watch. It would have been better if I could have had a try at one of them...I think I could have snagged at least one to play with. Heeheeheehee...

No blogging today

2008-07-24T10:17:00.003-04:00

It's raining,
thundering,
gloomy,
wet...
all those things that make me wanna curl up and nap.

Later, ya'll.

My long weekend

2008-07-22T08:13:00.007-04:00

Did you see the new link in the sidebar? Be sure to click it and feed the hungry kitties! I found it on The Crew's blog. George wrote about it.

We had all kinds of visitors this weekend! Normally I don't like visitors. I just sniff their hands and then leave. This time, the lady visitor who came on Friday night gave me a scratch. She scratched me in just the right place, so I decided to sit near her feet and make her bend over and keep scratching me. It certainly surprised my people! Napper kept asking me if I felt okay. My people and the visitors left for a long time, but then they came back smelling like FISH! I wonder why the lady with the good scratches didn't think to bring me back some of that good-smelling fish?

Then, Treater's cousin came in to visit. She was so much like Treater that I just curled up at her feet. It might be nice to have two of them around - Treater and Treater's cousin. I might get double treats and Greenies! Then, a really odd thing happened. Treater, Napper, and Treater's cousin all left for a while. When they came back, they smelled like FISH! What is it with these people? If they're gonna be around fish, they oughta be bringing some back to ME!

These visitors weren't so bad. There weren't any mini-visitors. No one tried to pick me up or pull my tail. I might let more visitors come, but someone needs to please bring me some of that good-smelling fish!

Yesterday afternoon, I sprawled out on my footstool and watched Treater clean the 'partment.

Pretty soon, what was on the patio became more interesting than what Treater was doing. The wind was blowing a few leaves around and some of the plants were swaying. Then I spotted something moving.

This big ol' anole was perched on one of the pretend pelicans. He was doing his push-ups. As fast as they run and climb, I thought they'd already be in great physical shape, but I guess the push-ups help, too.

They make Treater laugh when they start "blowing bubbles." She said it reminds her of bubblegum when they do this. I think it's just plain weird.

I've had a very busy four days. I think I'll spend today just taking it easy, after I visit some of my blogging buddies, that is.

Company's coming

2008-07-18T13:09:00.006-04:00

I'm not especially happy with my people right now.

First, they came home on Sunday smelling like a woofie...the one with big teeth named Eve.

Then, they actually left again in the middle of the week! Thankfully, it was just for one night. However, once again, they smelled like Eve. I'm not sure just what's going on with that.

Treater has been busy this week working out in the garage. She said there are more of those boxes out there. She doesn't stay long 'cause it's something like 'leventy-hunnert degrees out there! She certainly smells "interesting" when she comes back in. Of course, that means she won't take any dictation for me. Shoot, she hasn't even been taking interesting pictures this week.

Then, last night, after a phone call, she got mad. Then she got busy. And she's still busy today... cleaning. That means the big sucky machine runs all over the place...and things start flying in the air and making me sneeze. She said some people called and said they were in town and could they come over today to visit and see our 'partment. Treater said she hasn't had time to clean all week, but she's trying to get it done today before they get here.

I'm getting to write this because she is tired and sat down by the computer to rest and I threatened her with biteys and hairballs if she didn't take dictation right this minute!

Treater said that her cousin is flying in to visit, too, and that she'll be here Sunday night. This place is getting busier than a beehive. After I finish with this, I may just head for the space 'neath the bed and camp out there for the weekend. I think I can reach the bag of Greenies - the one with the broken zip-strip that won't stay closed!!! - and I'll just haul it under the bed with me.

Oh, I think you're supposed to give a compliment with every criticism (or something like that - it's what Treater always says). So, I've complained and criticized; here's my compliment: Treater did a very good thing last night when she washed the towel that she keeps on my footstool and then dried it till it was good and hot and then called to me as she put it - still very warm! - on my footstool. I didn't budge from there for hours last night!

Traitors!

2008-07-14T07:49:00.003-04:00

My people left me again this weekend, but for only one night. I did the appropriate thing, and left a hairball for Treater to find. It was a hairball to be proud of, too!

As they were bringing things in, I kept noticing a peculiar scent.

I smelled their shoes.

I smelled the suitcase.

I smelled the vacuum cleaner (yeah, that went with them on this trip, too!).

When Treater pulled the dirty clothes out of the suitcase and I caught a whiff of those, it suddenly hit me.

I know that smell, and it is not good!

They were disloyal to me this weekend. They played with a D-O-G! They had been playing with Eve (my niece dog).

Treater even took a picture of Eve, but she said she was sorry that it is so blurry. If I took the picture, it would be blurrier than this, 'cause I'd be shaking too hard!

Don't mess with me today!

2008-07-10T16:25:00.002-04:00

I'm watching TV...

...go away and leave me alone!

It's just one of those days...weeks...whatever.

Wordless Wednesday

2008-07-02T10:41:00.002-04:00

I'm staying close to my people. I have to make certain they don't take off again.

Alone no more

2008-07-01T10:11:00.003-04:00

Well, they are back.

My people left me for ten whole days! I was so happy to see them that I forgot to be stand-offish when they came in the door. I talked and talked and talked...telling them that I missed them and that I was glad they were home. I even forgot to trash the place - I just left a couple of urps around. I snuggled with them and stayed close all evening.

Well, this morning I remembered that I was supposed to be mad at them for leaving me. So, I left a goodie in the middle of the living room floor...along with a few other things. hee hee

That'll teach 'em to leave me alone for so long.

The "V" word

2008-06-20T04:00:00.001-04:00

Looks like I'm being left again.

My people have a lot of suitcases out and they are going on something called a "vacation." I don't like it. Anything that involves suitcases is bad.

Sooooo.....

That means that they will unplug the computer and I won't be able to visit anyone for a few days. Please don't forget about me!

You know, one of these days, I'm going to pack my own suitcase and take a vacation. Maybe I can visit all of the blogging kitties! Meanwhile, if anyone wants to drop in for a visit, they are leaving lots of Greenies for me!