Tuesday, December 30, 2008


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.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

The Face-Off

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).

The good life @ Yahoo! Video

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.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The Visitors

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!!

Friday, December 19, 2008

The little cat

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.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Friday, December 12, 2008


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?

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

I missed it!

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!!