More Animals

I overheard mom talking about chicks. She thinks I will end up like this, but she's wrong.

We almost caught a bird

This 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:

I tries really really hard to get in:

But neither Nash, nor I could, so we decided to watch the big cold white stuff fall - and we chased it...

Kitty crises - they come in droves

I 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.

What's in the little house?

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?

Freddie sees sun flower seeds. The birds really like the little house. So do we.

He might not really be a cat

This is Tigger. 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 teddy bear.

I would never stand for this.

Freddie got hurted and it smelled

This is Tigger. 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Getting to know you...

We've been in this apartment with two other humans for over a month. I finally decided to get to know one of them...

Oh CRUMBS, She is cuter than I am.

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...

Why Am I In Trouble?

I don't get it! All I did was sit at the table like everyone else:

Tigger's thoughts on the stove ...

While I am freezing my toenails off in Houston, TIGGER gets to snuggle up with the wood burning stove at home. Oh how I miss my sheepskin by the fire. :-(

Fat Freddie

My Human is a PUSHOVER. I was all excited because 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 each other. Then a coyote got Borax. No more duck.

I can see why my human helped Freddie - He was so skinny. You can see his bone outlines. EWWW.

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.

A Photogram from Tarzana

Well, we finally downloaded the photogram from Tarzana.

She has turned into a strange colored kitty indeed.

And she is friends with mice and sleeps with them.

I do not approve.

No Respect

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.

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.

About 6, as I was enjoying a peaceful moment in my litter box, one of the bumbling humans who I BARELY know threw open the door and LOOKED at me. I hollered at him to give me privacy, 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.

NOW mom just showed me a photo of little Tigger 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 solutide again!

Foiled .... They're Here to Stay

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.

Lately, they have been interesting to watch, though. They chase each other around and are pals...

Busted

Well, 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.





Then today, I got BUSTED. The game is up:

Think they will buy that I only like Nash and not Tigger and Staubie?

Farewell Cali

Cali 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...

Hope she found a nice family...

Things are calmer here. But I could SWEAR I heard kitten noises in the basement.

Goodbye Tarzana

Mom's sister showed up from California and whisked Tarzana 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.

Cat factor is reduced by one...

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.

and 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.

Then a FLEET of sleepy kittens returned. They all looked like I do after my shots - sleepy - except for Tigger. My mom took special interest in him ans whisked him directly into the basement, where she stayed with him all night...

She told me the next day that Tigger was the only one to not receive his shots because he had been vomiting for a few days. Tigger had lost weight too. The vet took an x-ray but could not find anything and thought he might have a blocked intestine.

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.

But I was scared that she loves him more than me.

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.

I Came Into the Livingroom...

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 bowl when she was done.

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. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

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.

She calls this one "Tarzana."

Our Friend Suzanne Has Crossed Over

My human was gone with the computer so long, that I am just now catching up with the other online kitty cats.

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.

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