tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37267944162339298802024-03-05T14:13:05.226-08:00Mighty's Life - A Cat's Eye ViewNicole Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09263837597074727024noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-65871751715825837612008-04-04T17:53:00.000-07:002008-04-04T17:54:23.400-07:00More AnimalsI overheard mom talking about chicks. She thinks I will end up like this, but she's wrong.<br /><br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqLXlHlnvQM&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqLXlHlnvQM&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-28906574405253255182008-02-29T16:32:00.000-08:002008-02-29T16:46:07.233-08:00We almost caught a birdThis is Tigger. The little house that our neighbors gave to our humans is a bird feeder. The humans have let it stay empty because we figured out how to catch birds from it. The other day, though, a persistent bird managed to squeeze into the house and we found him:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172567167894116498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8DFpkgdAF1jE2KhvWbSnbXuHqd3DSBQBTIEgOsf-4H5EZNPDT4Yz12nAFergxr9gAcsizxGL6vYjbPExfLbWa6TT9EbxV-gmS57TrC49wvDzpC6vMOEcqo3nCO1WS9XP-RAlEzgaVAS8/s400/tigger_Bird_House1.gif" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><p>I tries really really hard to get in:</p> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172567399822350498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRD0UrFFS0_NX3oRc1f7i9uYd4ATM6JQP5rGkH-_Ls40P8cDoS345EgyMhzlWkdWdbV2hn0MFiQipqDupr3uJRXYOmenAAAc1h02vx3F4hE037IDvsyHp0fwUwzOjVqLp9bhEsZPkKyUPs/s400/tigger_Bird_House2.gif" border="0" /><br /><p>But neither Nash, nor I could, so we decided to watch the big cold white stuff fall - and we chased it...</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172567640340519090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF8l_gSZ8kkwKHqN-pxdwSfon2nv6US32y2aBKsgcsgWaqNts3KDIxEKyctrCR257pdr8r6vC4Z7qv0OmLvvYW9AcGBBjLLo0Ls2eI0lupHJzO6XrJ5lB71ZFAsn9NK2U7Dr-siOZNdheA/s400/nash_Bird_House1.gif" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-80091176748474929052008-02-29T10:55:00.000-08:002008-02-29T10:56:57.443-08:00Kitty crises - they come in drovesI overheard Mom talking about even more stray cats showing up at our nice country home in Tennessee. What are we to do with all these cats? Something needs to give. She even said they were mating in the woods and you know what that means: MORE KITTENS. I hate kittens. They keep me awake when I want to nap and steal attention.MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-27581964679198005802008-02-28T11:19:00.000-08:002008-02-28T11:21:50.373-08:00What's in the little house?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmcZ9ZOcwCWiUmmvRz88tWouCYVRBEMYYNnSngPF4VMFZnVUkkGibhFwNGaUmAGKTx9_o704iiBzAQ39jum23nyvHWpR7XDbUsiC0LaIZ1FPTzN2_kXeq9hKs0yFcYtBB44qspJ0S0jU-4/s1600-h/Holler+cats+hanging+out+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172113029237214546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmcZ9ZOcwCWiUmmvRz88tWouCYVRBEMYYNnSngPF4VMFZnVUkkGibhFwNGaUmAGKTx9_o704iiBzAQ39jum23nyvHWpR7XDbUsiC0LaIZ1FPTzN2_kXeq9hKs0yFcYtBB44qspJ0S0jU-4/s400/Holler+cats+hanging+out+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is Tigger. One of our neighbors dropped off a little house warming gift for the humans here. It's a little house. What's in it?</div><div> </div><div>Freddie sees sun flower seeds. The birds really like the little house. So do we.</div><div> </div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-91481457293621166182008-02-26T08:04:00.000-08:002008-02-26T08:07:55.842-08:00He might not really be a cat<div>This is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tigger</span>. Cats are known for our independence. We take the world on in our own terms. Not my brother Nash, though. He's trying to learn how to be a big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">teddy bear</span>. </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171321170411818306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHvqAyvLWXEnKhRNJVTl0u2Cuq2w-d14jQ3OpB9gU-lOcLpyI3nBmg-ogTsnTiqL6gIDbePU2TmsfmbzbNQ5PV9k6TFOGz0lWGOXJFXBEpaimZKXoEBzT9QMrBNn4Y4JipsD1SaCkePYj/s400/Nashinabasketgif.gif" border="0" />I would never stand for this.MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-62001425904305558922008-02-22T10:51:00.000-08:002008-02-22T11:02:31.057-08:00Freddie got hurted and it smelled<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFln0y4kOPkYetQKjHcqnQIDzkZh6hA6xccIlPdPZkorITY8IU53hkwD5ZdbDueTVxwTnLNEzK6sFVDKupkHjvCKf0vIvz101Y0HQ-fb_u3eybEJkHp_I6E-4n-eAZ4yQUsHgAhEQi4Zr8/s1600-h/Holler+wood+feb+2008+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169879757912444210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFln0y4kOPkYetQKjHcqnQIDzkZh6hA6xccIlPdPZkorITY8IU53hkwD5ZdbDueTVxwTnLNEzK6sFVDKupkHjvCKf0vIvz101Y0HQ-fb_u3eybEJkHp_I6E-4n-eAZ4yQUsHgAhEQi4Zr8/s320/Holler+wood+feb+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tigger</span>. Mighty is no longer around growling at us, but there is still drama in the house. A few weeks ago, Mom came home and we were all surprised, but she was late. We were outside much past usual and all the scary animals came out.<br /><br />One of the animals is a huge kitty who usually stays in the woods. They call him Peanut. He was hungry and tried to get the last few pieces of food, but Freddie told him no. They got into a big fight and we all ran and hid. I ran so fast it tore my back claw out and my foot started to bleed.<br /><br />About that time, the car drove up, but we were all hiding except for Freddie who was by the front door. He was covered in blood and smelled like the other kitties urine. They took him inside and put him in a box after trying to wash him. He smelled so strange that we all stayed as far away as possible - what if he turned into Peanut while we weren't looking.<br /><br />The next day, Freddie got a bath and a car ride and came home feeling a little better, but with a shaved arm and rear end. He had puncture wounds all over him! They started giving us all drops in our ears. We don't like drops in our ears.<br /><br />Anyway, this week, Freddie has been feeling well, but he disappeared over night, then came back with a scary story. He had been in a room with other animals and they put him to sleep. When he woke up, he was in the car and sore. That happened to us a long time ago, but we have been playing gently with Freddie this week and are glad he no longer smells like Peanut.MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-1220489523201867672008-02-12T16:14:00.001-08:002008-02-12T16:16:12.096-08:00Getting to know you...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7aKS8gkFkonuR4XEJ4c6pCSuQ5YE2Mv133FODNhHwHr-YuSgx1Qfn0dTOQkmgV_TibBgaimI0K7D2jI6w5zmKRtI-u6LJ6NsdRriLgRgssM_aWupBcKDTuhzi4wf6kwt7MBxq_Mjr60DZ/s1600-h/Mighty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166251854872087842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7aKS8gkFkonuR4XEJ4c6pCSuQ5YE2Mv133FODNhHwHr-YuSgx1Qfn0dTOQkmgV_TibBgaimI0K7D2jI6w5zmKRtI-u6LJ6NsdRriLgRgssM_aWupBcKDTuhzi4wf6kwt7MBxq_Mjr60DZ/s400/Mighty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We've been in this apartment with two other humans for over a month. I finally decided to get to know one of them...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-32655808412864963182008-01-28T19:27:00.000-08:002008-01-28T19:32:08.094-08:00Oh CRUMBS, She is cuter than I am.<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVt2ds1aMujEBqu-YGZmFFTsWjiI1E8xCUxGUp_mM3WTBgfi5JjrRV7tGHEXxRyJGhSfo8JDixFlo44t6NhP5woQ-8_PmCz7-e2MUQEnbJkgWnqpyepJxkEmrpRgeo9M4vmEvn8vuKzHkz/s1600-h/tarzana_Nov07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160735638952606802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVt2ds1aMujEBqu-YGZmFFTsWjiI1E8xCUxGUp_mM3WTBgfi5JjrRV7tGHEXxRyJGhSfo8JDixFlo44t6NhP5woQ-8_PmCz7-e2MUQEnbJkgWnqpyepJxkEmrpRgeo9M4vmEvn8vuKzHkz/s400/tarzana_Nov07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Just saw these pictures of Tarzana. Like me she is a tortoiseshell kitty, but SHE is grey and cuter. I hope my Mommy doesn't notice... </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160735754916723810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFvrRA8dOjBRnujW6qCwcxVFjJ37FgrKsEDfvKwzW39C1FcDh0rRMcMhbmUKS-LMfv5G8GY4Er1H-QJ5oComfAi8Yytd20bsRTZ08HEztE6_kFRsuljSCul8aFpjg62VmChdRq3UDG7LO/s400/tarzana_Nov07_MOUSE.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160735510103587906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSVV6FGrx1ChG2x2NDH8ypI0DQHgUeHjYZRMoC_F9ul4JNGX_kmLhjad75DCxqcmNvusoH_nM7PhQYxU69hcIuNFM34HrxvXAZfs2Eo3snTrDZDkGBinKw9AvuIEuG7Ov1_mc_4GWTDtl/s400/tarzana_boats.jpg" border="0" /></p><div></div><div> </div></div></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-67818127945855556852008-01-27T10:39:00.001-08:002008-01-27T10:40:43.900-08:00Why Am I In Trouble?<div>I don't get it! All I did was sit at the table like everyone else:</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160228012472925234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiKfAFLBzyQY2SHkHzD8PdC_dawWSYPSbx3KHRBIEnLZpC5PxwPArfcXfYMEXWEZkv08vNIIw4F2RYHXZsRm6PHzWd1YQjx7DNuDPue5ZFxSVRRrUStnw5gQED6GDk9IVR5W8iTtQ4TSd/s400/sushi_Jan_08+002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-50143095922488549792008-01-25T11:18:00.000-08:002008-01-25T11:23:38.045-08:00Tigger's thoughts on the stove ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUgPq_8MnE5_aG2OuLLr5Vy1Ii3MORrRcTMm1t0m62KAowqh-9qJmNCCtJA9RcJhZrnIltg12ZwDBr0Yxp7NDXPJ_VenXYxBMW4Lw2KWc-JmzNyT-4080mZi4H3Ob6JHc8rd8pnidTY7c/s1600-h/tigger-like.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159496970384440354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUgPq_8MnE5_aG2OuLLr5Vy1Ii3MORrRcTMm1t0m62KAowqh-9qJmNCCtJA9RcJhZrnIltg12ZwDBr0Yxp7NDXPJ_VenXYxBMW4Lw2KWc-JmzNyT-4080mZi4H3Ob6JHc8rd8pnidTY7c/s400/tigger-like.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>While I am freezing my toenails off in Houston, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TIGGER</span> gets to snuggle up with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wood burning</span> stove at home. Oh how I miss my sheepskin by the fire. :-(</div><br /><div></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-22270373417056222682008-01-23T15:16:00.000-08:002008-01-23T15:22:10.774-08:00Fat FreddieMy Human is a PUSHOVER. I was all excited <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">because</span> we moved to a new house. It came with TWO MORE CATS. This is Freddie with his friend Borax the duck. Borax scared me, but these two liked to scare <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">each other</span>. Then a coyote got Borax. No more duck. <div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158815273175219186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5L0gIwtOTEh_vmulFth1H-e_ShP2C2wjj8sPRfyYQDs7DKcMbx_z7oMFTZJzMJuypzMXeypt8QpHTo-EU08coB9lb-y67KsUTGC9C3g855KUTSl9cvco4pSB4RVMRiJDz6nnaDi_NP1M/s320/freddieNBorax.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>I can see why my human helped Freddie - He was so skinny. You can see his bone outlines. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">EWWW</span>. </div><div><br /> </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEd0G9DBCmPHonR0SfS44mvad7VAAEnIRtOoaEEUb9QxFKePKVm4Nk230SdPCPm-nLV-qylgYMoGLvMEvyTHA9C8pKbnmlzG5hFqFI338HSY-AKXAedKpRdLhWbckUtWPSWzMKw2I-U54K/s1600-h/fatfreddie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158815616772602882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEd0G9DBCmPHonR0SfS44mvad7VAAEnIRtOoaEEUb9QxFKePKVm4Nk230SdPCPm-nLV-qylgYMoGLvMEvyTHA9C8pKbnmlzG5hFqFI338HSY-AKXAedKpRdLhWbckUtWPSWzMKw2I-U54K/s320/fatfreddie.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv9ZFx9pq6CmDAs84PDMZK8smIW3XjHtyDeLr2JNEtr1097SAmduAa594fpi4BR5wj0_CcTa9YOyE_OYsXIFy_QnZ5W2rLOV6E_UQWRJO9-sU6DjRjx0sepT45sEbaud-GBtxS8DBulvAT/s1600-h/fatfreddie2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158815715556850706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv9ZFx9pq6CmDAs84PDMZK8smIW3XjHtyDeLr2JNEtr1097SAmduAa594fpi4BR5wj0_CcTa9YOyE_OYsXIFy_QnZ5W2rLOV6E_UQWRJO9-sU6DjRjx0sepT45sEbaud-GBtxS8DBulvAT/s320/fatfreddie2.jpg" border="0" /></a>But not the scene has changed. Freddie and the other two kittens PLAY together. It's obnoxious. And he's FAT and I am afraid we will run out of food.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEd0G9DBCmPHonR0SfS44mvad7VAAEnIRtOoaEEUb9QxFKePKVm4Nk230SdPCPm-nLV-qylgYMoGLvMEvyTHA9C8pKbnmlzG5hFqFI338HSY-AKXAedKpRdLhWbckUtWPSWzMKw2I-U54K/s1600-h/fatfreddie.jpg"></a></div></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-23586937834477671192008-01-21T19:22:00.000-08:002008-01-21T19:26:04.390-08:00A Photogram from Tarzana<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHr6Ia-KiEdGD7beCswPPBcQk5UM-fvWX0mTD3tAuIp2Yk0HTiszRSFYL1FKxh2zY1C4fE1KF0QwXpjukVZdH7kE8ZDYu6NJ7AwZLy0aCjv1XqgdqEfjmLDh16jnIIKjtWmvJ10YDJ1W9/s1600-h/Tarzana_Nov_2007.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158136918409193202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHr6Ia-KiEdGD7beCswPPBcQk5UM-fvWX0mTD3tAuIp2Yk0HTiszRSFYL1FKxh2zY1C4fE1KF0QwXpjukVZdH7kE8ZDYu6NJ7AwZLy0aCjv1XqgdqEfjmLDh16jnIIKjtWmvJ10YDJ1W9/s320/Tarzana_Nov_2007.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, we finally downloaded the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">photogram</span> from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tarzana</span>. </div><div> </div><div>She has turned into a strange colored kitty indeed. </div><div> </div><div>And she is friends with mice and sleeps with them. </div><div> </div><div>I do not approve.</div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-47991987165152750642008-01-19T17:19:00.000-08:002008-01-19T17:26:53.708-08:00No Respect<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWW8nbd9S1paoaB0TD4C0OG9TIzkZK_S56vEq_xIPP6FmCKA8x0HJzjvIJkvcY2I0CFuKlD6HNAd7FbNez6E-RbMrXkXSHg8ZgFKestcXztyaYVaPT4akUqgoi6ZpjzNKo8uCkB3ayF6e8/s1600-h/Jan2008Tigger_Suitcase.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157364081993950946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWW8nbd9S1paoaB0TD4C0OG9TIzkZK_S56vEq_xIPP6FmCKA8x0HJzjvIJkvcY2I0CFuKlD6HNAd7FbNez6E-RbMrXkXSHg8ZgFKestcXztyaYVaPT4akUqgoi6ZpjzNKo8uCkB3ayF6e8/s320/Jan2008Tigger_Suitcase.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Mom took me on a long drive and we are now in a large house with a very small yard. Sometimes I see dogs outside and it scares me. The kittens did not come with us and Mom's friend was only here for about a week before he left too. I am lonely.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>With all this change. I had a rough night. I was unable to sleep and played with the mouse on my scratching post until the morning. I felt a little guilty because the new human in our new house was sleeping on the couch. But I was restless and humans are supposed to sleep in their beds.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>About 6, as I was enjoying a peaceful moment in my litter box, one of the bumbling humans who I BARELY know threw open <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">e door</span> and LOOKED at me. I hollered at him to give me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">privacy</span>, but he didn't move, so I ran as fast as I could to try to hide, but darned these wood floors! I ended up losing my footing and sliding all over the place. I am so embarrassed.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>NOW mom just showed me a photo of little T<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">igger</span> and I thin kit might mean that my peaceful, lonely new home is about to be invaded - just as I am getting used to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">solutide</span> again!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-36155928053396451242008-01-18T10:34:00.000-08:002008-01-18T10:36:40.112-08:00Foiled .... They're Here to Stay<div>I kept holding out hopes that Tigger and Nash would find homes, but after Mom took them on a camping trip, it was clear they are here to stay. I have been so depressed, I can't write.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Lately, they have been interesting to watch, though. They chase each other around and are pals...</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156887138760632018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguwko6JWteMEezUrSNuiKgrAQg_swHGalbzUlPw7UoiTQNerT-dp-uuBmLU9s9S7ixab0emXmN9bP2ef-dslIdY7Jy2OmVy4UzomneuAXAThBmJRwnJF1hF1in4m6WAhZ1B5DYDfwpvlmM/s320/December+2007Tigger_Nash.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-80784591600179427872007-08-02T11:47:00.001-07:002007-08-02T11:49:45.192-07:00BustedWell, Mom has been talking to me about how happy she is that I am willing to hang out in the living room with the kittens. I have been quite careful to growl at them, though, when they come near.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then today, I got BUSTED. The game is up:<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094177083629977122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitI1jbwHr6Lzqisvj76UhBVRW_gJ_YYG58sGptjLetqgQNvuoCejAnTeQgY-J6FjKgMtMZdah9cs9ptsEK5QCPgqOsd67rcoomKyf1ck9rr4oqFcY3LHeXa_-Em1-AczYdKygvBvOJqVN9/s320/MightyandNash.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Think they will buy that I only like Nash and not Tigger and Staubie?</p><p><br /> </p>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-55445261953625709432007-07-31T05:49:00.000-07:002007-07-31T05:51:22.425-07:00Farewell CaliCali was loaded up into a cat carrier and whisked away. When Mom and Dad returned, there was no cat carrier. Cali was my favorite because she used to follow me around a lot...<br /><br />Hope she found a nice family...<br /><br />Things are calmer here. But I could SWEAR I heard kitten noises in the basement.MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-60526341995122219862007-07-30T13:13:00.001-07:002007-07-30T13:30:37.976-07:00Goodbye TarzanaMom's sister showed up from California and whisked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tarzana</span> away to a new home in California. I heard her talking about it on the phone and apparently the little grey critter was quiet all the way across the country on the airplane and is quite happy in her new beach house.<br /><br />Cat factor is reduced by one...<br /><br />Sorry to all who commented and had to wait so long for approval. I did not realize my comments are now moderated on this blog.MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-43019794157541837962007-07-19T05:04:00.000-07:002007-07-19T05:10:32.825-07:00and then there was peace...I awoke from a nap to find the house completely empty. I was happily the only cat home. I hoped they had all found good homes and that we could all go on with our lives.<br /><br />Then a FLEET of sleepy kittens returned. They all looked like I do after my shots - sleepy - except for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tigger</span>. My mom took special interest in him ans whisked him directly into the basement, where she stayed with him all night...<br /><br />She told me the next day that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tigger</span> was the only one to not receive his shots because he had been vomiting for a few days. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tigger</span> had lost weight too. The vet took an x-ray but could not find anything and thought he might have a blocked intestine.<br /><br />So, after the vet hydrated him under his skin (something I remember hurting quite a bit), they took him to the basement and had him fast for 8 hours, then fed him water and food a little at a time. Mom slept with him so he would not be scared.<br /><br />But I was scared that she loves him more than me.<br /><br />Anyway - the little guy is back to his normal hyper self again. He even tried to get my tail. I batted my paws in his direction and made scary noised. A fourteen year old cat does not PLAY.MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-60061856966262876222007-06-22T06:15:00.001-07:002007-06-22T06:20:33.966-07:00I Came Into the Livingroom...<div>Grumpy cat spends almost all of her time outside these days, and she has even started teaching the kittens how to play out there. Last night, while my human was eating ice cream, I ventured into the living room, through the throngs of squirmy kittens. My ruse worked - she let me lick the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bowl</span> when she was done. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This morning, having survived last night's adventure, I decided to take up my old place on a chair next to my Mom while she works. Again, I had to growl at the mewing little vermin, but I made it to the chair. My reward was being dragged into a son spot. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now each of the kittens has come toward me, but I growl menacingly. My human must like them, because after I do this, she picks each one up and pets it. I am jealous.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>She calls this one "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tarzana</span>."<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078877705388015746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhrdsA_MoOabN_eLcEesSOn__x2SaHhzOtUOA-NC9FdJ3fT5Wq5izx0kIs7d2fZD22hBDSo2slcjAcOY1x2dN3BHcXQMSFBc-8DmVM2l4334P85wepP4nlGMd4IqAFjGhHkpfcJJ6Ypn6Y/s320/TarzanaJune.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-33829975720190450372007-06-14T14:09:00.000-07:002007-06-14T14:11:02.190-07:00Our Friend Suzanne Has Crossed OverMy human was gone with the computer so long, that I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">just</span> now catching up with the other online kitty cats.<br /><br />Poor Suzanne's mommy has lost her little friend, but we know that Suzanne must be happy in her new place. If you see this, visit Suzanne's mommy and give her purrs.<br /><br /><a href="http://tonisgotwebbedfeet.blogspot.com/">http://tonisgotwebbedfeet.blogspot.com/</a>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-81080283514941178732007-06-13T11:41:00.000-07:002007-06-13T11:46:29.079-07:00Upstairs in the New Bedroom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYIybezwDNSECR6q36uTducPee3rjGk1CaWbDr7ZjT1uGBuA-ETPSFcjKpQ2cQKDvZHrHNvkEUex8zPZTuWkaghAB3umGVvgk5cSFlklrPejAVoWYtgNgsXfYIge4xz2WgaijRJrBpkXR/s1600-h/kittensandproperty+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075622098702811250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYIybezwDNSECR6q36uTducPee3rjGk1CaWbDr7ZjT1uGBuA-ETPSFcjKpQ2cQKDvZHrHNvkEUex8zPZTuWkaghAB3umGVvgk5cSFlklrPejAVoWYtgNgsXfYIge4xz2WgaijRJrBpkXR/s320/kittensandproperty+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>For some reason, my human moved all our bedroom furniture to a new bedroom upstairs. Oh how I miss the basement! I long to be down there again. At first, I thought she was moving in with grumpy cat, but then she brought my food dish, litter and bed up to the new room.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I grumbled and growled, but after two days of not seeing any other cats or kittens around, deigned to eat a little tuna fish in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kitchen</span>.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then today, my human opened all the doors to my wing of the house, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Staubie</span> came into my bedroom. MY BEDROOM. I chased her under the bed. Now, I am keeping a watchful eye on the bedroom door. No OTHER can may enter.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The kittens are another story. I keep growling at them, but they are too cute to attack. Cali already drank from my water bowl while I watched. It is only a matter of time before they figure out that I am too afraid of them to attack.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-89918852659709710822007-06-04T21:03:00.000-07:002007-06-04T21:06:34.998-07:00Third Step from the Bottom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikyFUMk_71l1dCIhPzUEXh5mp6TxZ8MsjOsiJtHb122QEYM0EHq40P3uKIdRP78Tx8B_yfi4h2jxkB3Cb9XNX3XZlU9fE75KRGP1F47Be2F5WWkW8XTtZrI1ED_CU3M0m1uFpbeNzNL4I_/s1600-h/kittens_3weeks+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072426754703736930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikyFUMk_71l1dCIhPzUEXh5mp6TxZ8MsjOsiJtHb122QEYM0EHq40P3uKIdRP78Tx8B_yfi4h2jxkB3Cb9XNX3XZlU9fE75KRGP1F47Be2F5WWkW8XTtZrI1ED_CU3M0m1uFpbeNzNL4I_/s320/kittens_3weeks+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My final refuge has been invaded by the one they call "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tigger</span>." Today, he got to the third step from the bottom leading to my basement apartment. I stared at him, but he just puffed out his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">measly</span> little tail and sniffed in my direction. It wouldn't have been so bad, but I was in the middle of playing with my favorite mouse toy and he saw me...</div><br /><br /><div></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-13439868199444334532007-05-17T09:31:00.000-07:002007-05-17T09:56:48.751-07:00Nash walked near, Mighty growled, Staubie flipped<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqF_B9sGyi184gMsFDBTUfs8w-6xJ8WHnzqN9k_-X5J0KJeXRo2wZazrU5z_HCjvRBEPuVr_ndslhRdOSSOvufGk0cLYcYvEGTF-uGLvuIp3zFKu97h_Jm7RJFHMbEBOfJQNctiJQ7LENU/s1600-h/porkreportrelease+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065573783492692738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqF_B9sGyi184gMsFDBTUfs8w-6xJ8WHnzqN9k_-X5J0KJeXRo2wZazrU5z_HCjvRBEPuVr_ndslhRdOSSOvufGk0cLYcYvEGTF-uGLvuIp3zFKu97h_Jm7RJFHMbEBOfJQNctiJQ7LENU/s320/porkreportrelease+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Look who peeked around the corner at me yesterday? It's NASH! He has gotten quite good at exploring the house. He is so little that I can't hit him, so I just growl when he gets too close so that he learns some manners.</p><p>Unfortunately, this leads to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Staubie</span> getting pretty scared. She tries to heard him away, but you know what they say about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">herding</span> cats...</p><p>Anyway, my Mom told me that this little explorer still has no home, but that she will bring photos to her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pilates</span> class in case someone there needs a new furry friend. He is quite sweet from what I can tell and has started following my Mom around the house (which is my role so I am a bit jealous.)</p>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-16437818198320274662007-05-16T06:54:00.000-07:002007-05-16T10:58:33.751-07:00Tagged!My kitty friend at <a href="http://www.lepak.com/katztales.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">KatzTales</span></a> tagged me! This tag challenge: 7 things about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MightyCat</span>! (Here she comes to save the day...) And I get to ask other kitties to put in their two cents. Too bad grumpy cat doesn't yet have a blog...<br /><br />OK, 7 things:<br /><ol><li>I love <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cantaloupe. Mom can leave chicken and fish in the garbage and I won't touch it. If she throws out cantaloupe rinds, though, I dig through the trash to eat them.</span></li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Mom and I met when my first humans had me in a shopping cart with my brothers. They were going to take me to the pound if no one adopted us. Mom chose me because I was the ugly one and I batted at her hand when she put it in the cart.</span></li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">When I was young and spry, they called me "Mighty Head Hunter" because, when Mom went out of town, I would hunt mice and line their heads up in a row on the front door step.</span></li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">This year, I have learned how to ride in the car. I like to snooze in my bowl mostly while we are on the road. I draw the line, however, at the leash.</span></li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I have never had kittens, but I once adopted a youngster, who later left. I miss him.</span></li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I am allergic to Advantage and Frontline and Mom doesn't know what to do next.</span></li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Lately, I have been losing weight and throwing up a lot. I don't know if Mom has noticed, but I fear I might be ill.</span></li></ol><p><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Others tagged for this meme:</span></p><p>I haven't found a cat yet who hasn't been tagged - looking on the German websites now...</p>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726794416233929880.post-41227147411768900762007-05-13T16:52:00.000-07:002007-05-13T16:59:24.716-07:00Invasion from the kitten room<div>That's right. The disturbing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">squeaks</span> have grown legs and are beginning to venture out into our living room. They peer with their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">beady</span> little eyes around the corner, then scamper back under the bed where they sleep. I could annihilate then with on swipe of my paw!<br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MUHAHAHAHAHA</span>!</div><div></div><br /><div>But I am allowing them to grow and learn just now. Besides, they are down on the floor and I am on the chair in the sun. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</span><br /><br /></div><div>Little Nash here even got to go outside. He is a poor little orphan with no adult to take care of him. If he doesn't get adopted, I fear he will become another outdoor (but neutered) male cat wandering the hillside. He's so fluffy - I hope someone out there takes heart and adopts him. He comes with a free neutering coupon...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064198868353672322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0q_n7dPrJcAd7GlcOV9psg5E_Honetpp_qPUkRDxXQUZ61fxBF9CyUS5whgiK7oa6VFHpUqe2Rt2kjLD1oWAAXu7VctKZGGJ-dU42-r8m1nLkmgUIwdQgerWbrW9FgmBfHVu8HmmykSCx/s320/kittens_3weeks+013.jpg" border="0" /></div>MightyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06384339966590966104noreply@blogger.com6