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Spencer Saturday: Happy Tocktober

2009-10-10T12:12:00Z

Red Tabby Tocks!

Is thare anything better than stretching out? And thare is a lot of me to stretch out even tho I'm jes barely 6 months old.

For the rekord, that's a 13 inch tail. Here's a better shot of my fabulous tabby kitten tocks. Enjoy!

Enjoy your Tocktober,

Cuddles and biskits, Spencer

The Best Weekend Efur: Part Three

2009-10-09T02:01:00Z

If Yoo See My Hart, Well, It's in Sandfrandcisko....

Lobby call wuz erly. Me and Mommy wuz meeting up with the Food Lady and Mr. Tasty Face for a ride in the bloo masheen ackross the Goldin Gate bridge to cheer on Jeter Harris' mom as she continyood walking for the boobies. Even tho we had a wild nite, all it took wuz some go go joose for Mommy at the Starbucks cross the street and we wuz reddy to gaze at the most famiss bridge in the wurld: The Goldin Gate. (So why is it red and not gold?)

It wuz heer that Mommy did the most imbarrising thing on the hole trip. At first I thot she wuz gonna do a bomit, then I reelized it wuz wurse than that. Much much worse. She wantid to know, is he REELY Mr. Tasty Face?

Oh, thank bast... she wuz jes teesing. But sriously, I kooda jes died. I wuz far bedder behaved.

It wuz time for the walkers to arrive, so we set up our cheering stayshun and that's whare I met my new best furrend, Atlas! Flat At and his Dad joined us! It's me, JH, Flat At and Skeezy overlooking the bay. We had our pink poms poms reddy to cheer.

But wate! We had anuther speshul gest arriving to help us! Who dat?

It's Fiona Bun! Yes! THE Fiona Bun! I seen rabbits before, but I haff nefur seen a lady bun.

The wite patch on her nose, her soft furs...Fiona Bun is sumthin speshul! Boy wuz Jete's mom surrpurrized when she came walkin up dat hill! She grabbt Fiona Bun and gave her a cuddle. (And we diddint know this, but Fiona has a strickt no cuddle rool she broke for this extra speshul occayshun...how neet!)

We kooda stood around and talked all day, but we had to let Jete's mom git to walkin. The Food Lady drove us down into Salsaleeto whare we surrpurrized her time and time again as she wuz walkin. We were laffin and laffin. We kooda done that all day, but me and Mommy had a plane to catch. It wuz time to go home.

After going throo all these pictures...a total of neerly 200 pictures from the trip...there is not a single one...not ONE of me and the Food Lady. What the? How in the world did that happin? And we is so grateful for her and her bloo masheen pickin us up and drivin us around. I gess that meens we are jes gonna haff to go bak and do it again.

Bak home the reel me wuz vary happy to see Mommy. Flat Echo had a grate time. He wuz a grate substitoot and lookt so much like me I got jellis. So I peerced his ear. Now yoo can tell us apart.

And I reely enjoyed gettin a whiff of the "Full Skeezy". Mommy's klose smellt so intristing! I laid down on them to take it all in. It wuz jes like reely beeing thare.

I hope I've given yoo an idea how grate a time this wuz and whut wonderful peeple I wuz forchunate enuf to hang out with. As we kitties (and buns!) alreddy know, we gots sum terrific peeple in our lives...our mommies and daddies, our food ladies and tasty face pals and fur furrends.

It's troo. I reely did leeve my hart thare with each of them.

The Best Weekend Efur, Part Two!

2009-10-06T17:06:00Z

Trip to Sandfrandsisko: Day One, Part Two:
Echo's A Pawty Animal! With Groopies!

I want yoos to know this wuz a bizniss trip. Mommy came out to lissen to music by sum vary talentid music makers and lern why she mite want to play them on her radio show. So in the following pictures it mite look like we is haffing way too much fun to be on a bizniss trip, but it is vary hard work to be in the ennertayning bizniss. We were all working vary hard on this nite.

Reely. Seriously.

After hangin with Skeezix and Flat Jeter and Bosco and the food ladies me and Mommy got on a party bus bownd for Nappa. The peeple on the bus were all icksitid to meet me. I made lots of new furrends. In the music biz thay call em groopies.

I had many groopies. Thay all wantid to pet me.

Sumbuddy sed "Hay look over thare, whuts all them pink tents fur?"

I skrambled to the window and knew rite away whut thay wuz for. I tole all my groopies "That's whare Jeter Harris' mom is gonna sleep tonite!" Duzzins and duzzins of tents in the shadow of the Golden Gate bridge so all the brest canser walkers kood git sum sleep during thare 60 mile walk.

I got a lump in my throte when I saw all them tents thinking of all the peeple woo wood be sleeping in them. Evry one of them had a story of how cancer had effecktid them. Evry one of them had workt vary hard to be thare and were struggling in thare own way to make it all those miles.

Then beforr I knew it I was seeing another grate site for the first time in my life. We wuz going over the Golden Gate bridge!

How vary ixsiting!

It wuz many more miles beforr we got to our destinayshun: the Niebaumm Rubicon Estate whare Francis Ford Coppola makes lots and lots of happy joose. It wuz a byootiful site.

Peeple in Callifornya are diffrint. At this house thay had the bathtub outside. I wuz careful not to fall in.

I also met famiss country singer Gary Allan. Jes between yoo and me, I wuzzint that impresst with him. I meen, he kinda pales in comparisun to celebri-cats like Skeezy and Jete. And I don't think he's got much experience with cats.

Inside the house I saw sumthing I haff nefur seen before. Stares! I meen, we haff stares at our house but thay go up into the seeling whare the Krissmiss dekorayshuns and lited vishus deer skellatins live. So I ran all the way up the stares and wated for Mommy. She's much slower than I am.

Izzint that a byootiful stained glass window?

We lookt all around the big house. I found a reely old chare to sit in. It belonged to the man who bilt the house, Mr. Neebaum. I'm lucky I diddint land in the hoosegow for sittin thare. Thare wuz a sign on the desk that sed "do not touch".   But I wuzzint too worried. After all, I'm a celebri-cat with groopies so that meens I automatickally git high powered lawyers and pee arr peeple to git me out of inny trubble I mite land in wile in Californya.

We paused to look out the window at the nite. Me and Mommy had a speshul feeling when we did. And we haddint even tasted inny wine yet!

So whare is the grape joose? I kept serching and serching. I fownd sum barrels but the happy joose in them wuzzint reddy yet.

Yureeka! This is whare thay poor the happy joose! I hopped rite up thare on the bar and ordered sum for Mommy.

Together we fownd a chare to sit in and be happy.

Back upstares we had dinner and then Gary Allen played sum music.   He's had lotsa hit songs and it wuz a grate konsert. The gitar he wuz playing wuz vary old. A 1948 JT Hunter. (At furst I thot he sed its name wuz Jeter Harris, but that wuz jes the happy joose makin me heer things. Har har har!) Innyway, Gary had just bot it becuz his band had lost all thare instroomints in a horrible tornaydo storm wile playing outside in Canada this summer. It wuz such a bad storm a lady died. Gary Allen has had many tragidees in his life. Apparently he's crosst too many paths with basemint cat. But he sure is a gud singer.

When the show wuz over we went outside to look at the byootiful nite.

This is whare Mommy sed she nefur wantid to go home. But heer thare is no reel Echo, no reel Tenny, no reel Spencer and speshully no reel Daddy.

Our time at the happy joose house wuz over so we got on the pawty bus and rockt and rollt down the highway back to Sandfrandsisko. As yoo can tell, it got a littel sideways.   The groopies were outta control! One mita bin missin thare panties. It wuz as thay say "off the hook".

But the music biz izzint all glammerous pawtying til dawn. Me and Mommy had whut thay say in the biz "lobby call" at 7:15 in the morning. I had another famiss celebritee to meet. Mr. Tasty Face!!! In purrson!

Be heer tomorrow for Sandfranciscko Day Two!!!

The Best Weekend Efur!

2009-10-05T02:08:00Z

A Grate Reezun To Ware Pink: Sandfrandsisko Day One

It's the most ixsiting time I haff efur had in my life! So icksiting it's gonna take a few days to tell the story.

Mommy and I went on a grate big plane to Sandfrandsisko. I had to git flat cattid for the trip becuz airfare is so spensive and becuz I dont think I wood like sitting like a sardeen in an aloominum can flying a squillion miles an hour next to a man who dried off with a sour towil.

I had a big bed to sleep on. And boy wuz it funny when the maid came in the room. She thot I wuz reel!

On the commint card I wrote that turndown serviss shood inclood Temtayshuns on the pillow.

Yoo may notiss in the picture I am waring pink. Normally I haff a strickt rool that I do not ware pink. But like that stoopid rool whare I am not suppost to be on the kitchen kownters, I brake rools when I feel like it. And on this day I had good reezun to brake it. It wuz a speshul day and a very speshul okayshun. I wantid to make sure I lookt my best for many reezuns. I wuz gonna meet the most well dresst and famiss cat in the wurld, Skeezix the Cat! And we wuz gonna go and meet another wurld famiss cat, Jeter Harris (the flat). Together with sum other food ladies we wuz gonna cheer on Jete's mom cuz she wuz walking a squillion miles to save boobies and the peeple who haff em.

Skeezy's Food Lady pickt us up in the bloo masheen with Skeezix hisself inside! I wuz so icksitid to meet Skeezy and the Food Lady that fur a minit I thot I had the skwerts. Then I reelized it wuzzint reely me. It wuz Skeezy. I gess he wuz kinda icksitid to meet me too. And he tole me many stories on our way to the beech to meet evryone. Like, he usually rides in the front seet whare Mommy wuz sitting. How he likes to look outside at the world rushing by the masheen and how he tried to drive the car once. Skeezy sed he duzzint mind riding in the masheen on the highway but the city streets makes him kinda nerviss. He is kwite the conversayshunalist and has a beautipuss way with wurds yoo wood not know unless yoo met him yurself.

I think Peeple Magazeen shood name Skeezix the Cat "Sexiest Mancat Alive", becuz I think Mommy's nees got week when she met him. Jes look at the goofy grin on her face. If it wuz George Cloony or Brad Pit in her arms she woodint make her face like that. But Skeezy? If I wuzzint so starstruck myself I wooda bin imbarrist.

At one point Mommy had a private talk with Skeezy and wile I diddint heer whut she sed, I'm pretty sure she sweet talked him cuz when she talks to me like that I purr. And Skeezy purred. Mommy's eyes leeked jes a littel when he did.

I reely enjoyed meeting flat JH. But he's kinda kwiet. So is Bosco. Skeezy is so grate with the camra, he even smiled!

We all cheered when JH's mom and her teem came by on thare long walk.

Thay kood only stay for a wile since it wuz importint thay kept walking. So me and Skeezy had a chance to go on the beech.

Me and Skeezy agreed we'd nefur seen a litter bocks that big beforr. Had I not bin flat cattid I am sure I wood haff takin advantage of it. And since Skeezy had gotten rid of his skwerts he diddint need to use it neether.

Skeezy got the braves and went down the steps to investigate sumthing vary intristing. I wuz very impresst. Skeezy is a brave mancat hoo is used to many advenchures.

Yoo know whut he saw? Birds! Grate big birds! Lunch wuz flying around evrywhare!

Skeezy sed "Come heer birdies and lets play!" I sed "Furgit it Skeez, thay is chicken!"

Skeezy and JH were laffin and laffin at that one! Har Har Har!!!

I'm tellin ya, it wuz a grate time and I nefurr in a squillion yeers did I think I wood reely meet Skeezix.

Me and Mommy had many more things to do so the Food Lady and Skeezix took us bak to the hotel. Skeezix sat on Mommy's lap so his smells kood git on her klose for the reel me to smell later.

But we wood meet up again in the morning, becuz me and Mommy had another grate advenchure: We wuz going to a place whare thay make happy joose and lissen to a famiss singer named Gary Allen. I will tell yoo more about that tomorrow in Sandfrandcisko: Day One, Part Two.

The Most Exciting Thing Efur!

2009-09-29T04:52:00Z

ECHO IS GOING TO SANDFRANCISKO!

Thursday I am goin on an airplane to Sandfrancisko whare I am going to meet sum of the most faymiss cats in the wurld, inclooding my bestest furrend Skeezix! Jeter Harriss's mom is gonna walk and walk to save boobies and that's whut is bringing so many cats and thare peeple together. We is all gonna cheer her on becuz she is gonna walk somethin like a squillion miles in three days.

I'm so excited I kin hardly stand it. Tenny and Spencer are stayin home with Daddy and thay are so jellis!

This wuz completely unexpecktid. Mommy got an invitayshun to go to Sandfrancisko to listen to sum singers she mite want to play on her radio show. And she tole me I wuz gonna git flat cattid so I can come along. As yoo can see, I am posing for my offishul travelin portrit. Luckily I don't haff to take all that junk behind me on the airplane. Well, maybe the skratchy thing. Or a blankie or two.

Becuz mommy gits to meet faymiss peeple all the time she tole me whut to do when I meets all these celebri-cats. The most importint thing is not to be a "gurm". That's whut celebritees call fans who lose control and go on and on like a hedless ninny. So I must remempurr not to act like mommy when she wuz in the Walgreens and saw Daisy's card for sale.

I do beeleeve this is the coolest nooz efur!

Meezer Monday: It's All About Me Today

2009-08-17T03:58:00Z

Spencer haz bin kinda hoggin the spotlite heer on meezerboy.com lately but thats okay. Its okay if he gits attenshun heer. As long as I gits my mommy time and my mancat time in the reel wurld I'm purrfecktly happy. And my peeple haff bin reely gud about not ignorring me and Tenny to be with Spencer.

I understand how it is with kittens. They are wild and crazy and kyoot and intristing and demand yur attenshun. Yoo cannot ignorr them. After all we is not kittens fur long so yoo gotta enjoy it wile it lasts. And Spencer, well, Spencer jes wont let yoo ignorr him even if yoo tried! He's in my face allot. But yoo know whut? I'm still in charge heer and I'm cheef cat and I'm callin the shots. So if yoo see Spencer allot its becuz I'm lettin it happin. Thats my storry and I'm stikin to it.

Today I feels like treetin yoo to sum recent shots of my mancatliness.

I like mornings in the front of the howse. The room is lite and kleen and thares lotsa windows to look out. Stretched out on the tabil I can see evrything.

Back on the flore I'm takin care of sum purrsunal bizniss. Gotta stay nice-in kleen, ya knows.

Its my job to be alert to evrything in my howse. Nothin gits passt me when I give the wurld the big eye.

My varry favrite thing about this room is the sunnyshine. It makes my furs warm and makes me happy. I look gud in the sunnyshine. And I knows it.

Spencer Sunday: No Kitteh Can Resist It!

2009-08-16T04:21:00Z

The Fether! Git the Fether!!!!

I is a stalker in training. Slowly I creep. If it moves, I'm reddy! I thinks I'm dooin it rite.

Yay! I is doing it rite! Rowl! I'm a feerse kitteh...

I must be gud, becuz now I gots specktaters! Tenny is cheering me on. Go Spency, GO! Git the fether!!!

Drat! Missed it! I wuz kinda twisted rong in the air. I'm a gud jumper tho. When it comes to the fether, a kitteh shood nefur give up!

Yay, got it again! As long as I keep it under my paw, the fether kant fly away!

I hope yoo had fun watching me play fether. I is tired kitteh so it's naptime now. See yoo laters!

Saturday Caturday: The Furry Faces of Meezerboy.com

2009-08-15T07:39:00Z

Thoughtful, Contented Fur Faces

We're a trio of happy kitties.

It's a peacefull morning. The house is quiet and my peeple are home. I'm gonna get lots of loves and pets and snuggles. In a little while I'll find Mommy and give her gentle lingering head bumpies and invite her to put kissies on my hed. I love that.

Tenny is thinking to herself, "Did I find all the Temtayshuns hidden around the house today?"

Spencer is taking a brief rest before chasing his new housemates again. It won't remain quiet for long.

Take a Good Look At My Brass Ones...

2009-08-13T15:16:00Z

Spencer's Hoo-Ha-Ectomy Day

They won't be around for long...

It's quite unfair, really. I mean, I wasn't even driving!!!

Three Wurd Wensday: Going Going Gone

2009-07-29T04:07:00Z

Going...

Going....

Gone!

Okay, 2 more words...

REALLY GONE!

Tenny Toosday: It's My Gotcha Day

2009-07-28T02:08:00Z

Gotcha Day Number Two

Is the lottery winner still happy?

Wile I did not appresheeate being made to lick hairball stuff last nite, I did git sum stinky goodniss, my usual Temptayshuns and played fether for a good wile. It's a darn good life I got goin on. Echo is still my pal, but that Spencer is trying my payshunts a little. I can be chillin on the cool tile flore when all of a sudden...

He's up from his nap!
The following are a littel blurry, but as yoo can see we were haffin fun! I showed him my tummy and we played a little slappy paw.

That wuz fun!

It's diffrint having Spencer heer now. Sumtimes I feel unsettled from the change, but it sure makes things intristing. When he gits bigger I'll be wrasslin with him. Rite now it can be annoying cuz I'm tryin not to hurt him. But he respects a raised paw okay.

Later tonite I git anuther brushing and a chance to play fether. I also want first shot at the stinky goodniss. A girl shood git whut she wants on her Gotcha Day, right? And I don't want to ruin a purrfectly good speshul okayshun with hissing.

Here's the offishul 2009 Gotcha Day Anniversary photo. Tennessee the Ladycat.

Mancat Monday: Lerning the Ropes

2009-07-27T00:54:00Z

Meezerly Advice for the Young'uns

A-D-D Kitten isn't so bad. When he's not running amuck he's a promising little fellow.  We've gotten to know each other a little better this weekend. I was able to explain a few things to him and he seemed an eager pyoopull.

"The lady person with the food is mommy" I stared. "As long as yoo use the litterbocks yoo can git away with innything. The man person with the hairy face is daddy. When he snaps his fingers it meens yoo are in trubble. Run. Temptayshun Time is when mommy puts klose on in the morning so don't be late or Tenny will eet them all. "

Spencer wantid to know bout the vishus deer. Seems he made it over to Skeezy's page and red a little about vishus deer. But he diddint know the hole story.

"Always be reddy and alert to the vishus deer thret", I purred. "Thay all want to eet yoo. Yoo more than me becuz yoo is tender, yung and joosy".

I suddenly reealized whut a favor this littel guy had done for me.   With Spencer beeing the yungest cat heer that makes me the leest tender, the leest yung and the leest joosy. He diddint need to know that but he did need to know the trooth.

I continyood, "Thay blind yoo with lazer beem eyes and thats when thay skewer yoo with thare horns and eet yoo. Never trust them no madder whut thay say and if the mommy lady person brings one home it is becuz she is under an evil spell."

His eyes groo big and I kood tell he wuz gittin skairt.

I tried to reasshure him, "I haff nefur seen a reel one. Jes one made of sticks with Krissmiss lites and a hollow inside". Still he wuz pretty worried and had sum trubble getting a nap on. Felt bad so I let him sleep on the bottom bunk.

Maybe I tole him too much too soon.   He wuz so skairt about the story I let him sleep on the lower bunk.   And I promist him we kood git sum of Rocky ~~and Mao's~~ Vishus Deer Repellunt.   That's when he finely fell sleep.

When he woke up latur I watched as he played with the tunnul and turboskratcher.  He fownd a big rat in the toybocks and I wuz impresst the way he handeld it.   For a skrawny kittin he kood throw it good. I sware the rat is as big as his hed.

I tried to let him know it wuz okay if he lickt my hed. He diddint but I think it's cuz he diddint know whut I wuz saying.

Thats rite, I wuz gonna let him lick my hed. Yoo know whut that meens.

He can stay.

Saturday Caturday: Is This Fur Reel?

2009-07-25T16:00:00Z

I'm Worn Out!

I've bin so bizzy this week snoopervizing a new kitten. Reely! There's a new kitten heer! Smelt his stink all week and it made me growl growl growl. And yoo know the Meezerboy don't do the growl. Last time I did wuz when I met Tenny. I dont even growl when I goes to the v-e-t. I bin growlin AND hissin. Hisst so hard I had cat snot come out my nose!

I had to keep a reel close eye on the hallway all week long. He. Wuz. Rite. Down. THARE!!

It wuz okay when he was behind a door, but reely...since Mommy let him out, trubble haz litrally bin around evry corner!

I ran him back to his room once.

But I discovered the Iittleschitt still has his hoo-has. Big brass ones too.

But I finely got him cornered and 'splained a few things...

His name is Spencer. But I call him A.D.D. Kitty becuz I haffto repeet myself a lot.

Dont sneek up on me.

No yoo kant sleep with me.

This is MY mommy cuddle time.

He's gonna try my payshunts. I'm gonna git me gray wiskers like Daddy haz. But he's not all bad. He plays a lot like I do. He likes my turboskratcher ball trak and the mousies. Mommy bot a new skratchy thing for him that I jes love. We even shared dinner and he diddint hog it all so it wuz okay. Diddint haff to repeet that rool. This time.

Spencer Speaks: I'm New Here

2009-07-24T17:18:00Z

The House Of Spencer

Good day ev'rykitty! I'm Spencer and I'm new. Yep, brand new. Came into the world a few months ago and last week hit the kitty lottery for a grand prize of a furever home with a kupple other lottery winners. Here's my story:

This is my Mommycat.

She's a tortie point siamese and was just a kitten herself when she met my Daddycat. I don't have a picture of him. Don't reely need one. All I gotta do is look in the mee-er to see he was a red tabby. It wuz a shotgun weddin and she went on the hunnymoon by herself to Texas Siamese Rescue in Houston. She wuz at a foster home in Cypress when she gave birth to me. I was an only kitten, borned April 15.

Texas Siamese Rescue in Houston got wiped out by a hurrycane so we koodint stay there. Soon as I wuz big enuf to travell we made the long trip to the Meezer Ranch north of Dallas. Here's my offishul shelter portrait.

Don't I look like a Meezer in Tabby clothes? It's cuz I am! I gots the voice, the furs, the eye shape...even some "reverse points".

Grandmeowmy Tonja named me Naxos. I think she wuz inspired by the fackt I wuz borned in Cypress. Naxos is a Greek Island too. Of korse thats not my REEL name. I'll get to that later.

July 13 my Mommycat, Mrs. Meezer, got her furever home. She sed to be a brave boy and have faith I wood be going home soon. She wuz such a good Mommycat for only being 10 months old herself and she wuz so rite! A few days after she left a lady person came to visit Meezer Ranch. I made lotsa noise and hollered at her and purred my hardist. And it workt! My Gotcha Day wuz Sunday July 19, 2009. Grandmeowmy packed me up in a PTU with some nice blankies, some toys and food and I went home with my new two leggeds in a driving rainstorm to a house with lotsa fuds, toys and two other kitties.

As you can tell, I'm reely content with my new person, jes dreeming of my riches.

Getting A Name

Naxos Island is ruled by Dionysis, the god of wine. Dispite the fackt my persons luv thares happy joose, thay diddint like the name. And neether did I. We tried the name Carmel, but that wuz too much like the name of One of Those Who Came Before, Karma. The lady person sometimes called her "Karmel Kitty" as a nickname so that wuzzint gonna wurk for me. We tried the name Tango and that wuz a leeding contender but not the rite fit. The military uses "tango" for the letter T, much like they use "echo" for the letter E. That's not how the oldest cat here gots his name, and peeple mite think that's whare our names came from. But it's not. Too confusin'. So Tango just wuzzint workin.

But as the lady person did the Google she found a grate man named Winston Churchil had a orange cat named Tango. He wuz silly for orange, marmalade cats. Loved one cat named Jock so much he gave orders that an orange cat with the name Jock shood always be in residense at his estate Chartwell in England. Here's a picture of Jock IV who lives thare today.

The name Jock wuzzint gonna work neether, but thare wuz another name that poppt up. The grate Winston Churchill wuz desended from the House of Spencer. And we all kinda liked that name. Winston Churchill wuz brave like me, and kinda distingwisht like I'm gonna be when I'm older. And we is both jes wicked smart. It's an honor to be named for a grate man who loved kitties so much.

Today is my first full day to haff run of my new house. There's a Siamese heer who is a bit crabilated at my presense and he growls and hisses rools at me a lot. Gosh he has a lotta rools. The blak and wite girl heer only has one rool as far as I can tell and that's to give her space. I'll git around to testing that later.

Kant wate to meet ev'rykitty! Gotta nap now.

The Birthday Gurl

2009-04-06T04:15:00Z

Tenny's Speshul Day

Happy Birthday to Me!

I'm smiling becuz my birthday has startid off grate!

I'm two yeers old today!

Lotsa fun things are happnin today. My birthday startid with a pressint from my bruther. Echo got me a mousie! I dunno whare he kot it. Izzint it a funny lookin mousie? Who efur herd of a mousie with fevvers? It shurr is fun to put the bitey on!

I'm gonna git extra Temptayshuns today and Daddy is gitting me a new toy.

Pretty shure it's not sumthing crappy like going to the vet.

Echo invited me to play the Flingamahstring musheen, but he pritty much jes watched me play with it.

I kinda hogged it, but that's okay. It's my birthday!

I like to hide behind the door and surrpurrize the string. Echo tot me this moove.

But the string ketchin backstroke moove is all mine.

Is it Temtayshuns time yet? Cuz I herd a roomer I wood git extras today.

This Wuz A Furst...

2009-03-22T23:00:00Z

Whut IS That Thing?

This weekend me and Tenny saw sumthing in our howse we haff nefur seen beforr. It wuz small. It smelled diffrint. It made meowy noizis and skeels. We diddint know whut to make of it.

It wuz a blurp!

Neether me or Tenny had bin so klose to a blurpy thing. We mite git one at the door lookin fur candy a kupple times a yeer but thay haff nefur bin inside our howse beforr.

His name is Evvin. Tenny went ofur to introdoose herself. He pointid out his fingur and sed "Yoo is in charge".

So with an understanding reeched, I sat bak and watched him play with my toys. I wuz, in a wurd: fassinaytid!

He liked my turboskratchers.

I even let him play with my tunnel.

He sed I kood play with his toys. I liked the brite paintjob on this hot rod doon buggy.

I kept my distinse but he wuz a vary intristing gest. Problee the most intristing gest we haff efur had. I nefur let him outta my site! Beforr he went home, Tenny tole him she wuz glad he came to see us becuz we had nefur met a blurpy thing beforr. I thnk he liked us too.

Maybe the next time I see a blurpy thing I wont be so skairt!

Lawn Chare!!!!

2009-03-18T02:37:00Z

A Toast To My Furrends!

SLAINTE!

And a extra tip of the mug to Skeezix, err McSkeezix, hoo jes sellabraytid his fourth yeer of blogging.

I gots a speshul mug for this okayshun...

...and Skeezy's favrite: Muther's Milk!

Tenny got in the speerit. She sez "Céad míle beannachta" !

Tenny kot Daddy reeding Skeezy's blog. Seems he's becom a fan too! We played the trivia game Skeezix had for his blogoverserry and Daddy let us know when a new kwestion wuz reddy. He wantid to send his reegards to Skeezy's famly.

Daddy made a new drink tonite. He wantid to make a "Blak and Tan" but the storr wuz out of Harp wich is the beer yoo need if yoo is gonna make an authentick Blak and Tan. When he came home with the Ginnis he still made a Blak and Tan but he used Sam Adams in place of the Harp. He sed it wuz good and called it a "Boston Black Eye".

Mommy gave away all the McSkeezix buttons we bot. She gave em to sooshi chefs, a poeker deeler, a cat lover, and sum peeple she makes kitty cat food munneys with. Mommy drinks a toest to Skeezix too. He's bin a reel inspurrayshun to lotsa kitties and thare peeple. He makes us laff and we cry with him sumtimes too. If thare wuz a hall of fame for cats he wood deserve to be in it simply fur his tireless wurk in his investigayshuns of the vishus deer thret and helping us stay vigilint. (And speshul thanks to Mao and Rocky fur thare repellunt. Thare's no tellin how many innosint tender yung lives has bin saved...)

So to Skeezix, Mao, Rocky, Trip, The Food Lady and Mr. Tasty Face we all toest yoo!

Sláinte agus táinte!!!

Fluffy Klowds

2009-03-12T02:28:00Z

Eckspress Yurself!

All kitties haff a need to eckspress arr selves now and then. Its a grate way to stay bizzy when yur peeple are not around to provide entertainmint and yoo haff sum time to kill between naps.

Today me and Tenny took on an art project we haff called "Fluffy Klowds". It's bin klowdy, rainy and cold all day so we wuz trying to make a pitchur of a sky with fluffy klowds. Tenny got the door open to whare the arrt papur is.

Tenny bit and bunnykikkt the papur roll. She is reely good at it. If yoo haff efur bin to a house trashing pawty yoo may haff seen her wurk. I am proud of my sisfur. I haff nefur bin much of a shreddur.

Can yoo beeleeve this fluffy is a hole of art papur?

So with the fluffy klowds kumpleet we jes had to arrange them on our canvuss.

I wuz thinking of a warm sunny day. Laying on my bak on the grass and examining the patterns of the klowds. Sumtimes thay look like animals. Do yoo see sumthing in the klowds?

Daddy sed bad wurds so eether he saw sumthing he diddint like in the klowds or he thinks he is sum kinda art kritic.

I think this shood be hanging in the Loove.

Springtime Is All Ofur My Tree!

2009-03-09T03:27:00Z

The Wite Flowers of Spring Are Heer!

I gots to go to the outtadoors yesterday. It wuz nice. Daddy took pitchurs and Mommy held me. The noizes kinda skairt me but I used all my braves becuz I am a mancat and I wantid to be whare my peeple were dooing things in our yard.

I reely wantid to git a good look at my tree. It's called a Bradford Pare. Sum peeple also call them Callery Pares.

Get me closer Mommy, I gotsta give these flowers a sniff...sumthing smells like sumthing I like.

Yes, it duz smell fishy. But this tree is not fur eetin. It is whut thay call ornah mentill.

Even tho it is called a pare tree, it duzzint grow reel pares, just hard nobbie things that birdies eet in the fall. When a tree is ornah mentill that meens it izzint good fur innything ixcept beeing pritty. Our tree has a pritty shape and turns lotsa colors in the fall.

When the springtime comes the tree gits lots and lots of fluffy wite flowers. I think thay are pritty. But the bad thing is, thay don't last fur long. So it's a good thing I came outside today to appresheeate its byooty and fragranse beforr thay go away.

The wind is blowing hard and howling thru the top of the tree. It makes the wite pedduls fly around. It almost looks like snow. Pritty.

I want to git a bedder look. Boost me higher Mommy. Higher!

Evry yeer the tree gits bedder. When it wuz a baby tree it wus thin and tall and almost died once. But it's bin heer twice as long as me and it's pritty purrfeckt now. Me and the tree haff sumthing else in common...

We're both natives of the far east. My origins are with the Siamese and this tree's origins are in Korea and China. Do yoo think I make these flowers look good?

I hope yoo haff enjoyed my tree!

Drenched In Morning Rays...

2009-03-08T00:52:00Z

Soakin Up A Sunny Sunday

I hope yoo is all haffing a grate weekend! I gots to go outside yesterday. I will show yoo pitchurs tomorrow!