LOKi's Log

Oh! Fur the Luv of Heet!

2011-01-13T09:03:00.000-08:00

My Tante's Kitty

2011-01-09T11:35:00.000-08:00

My Mom has been looking at some of owr pitchers, and she fownd the most wunnerful shot of one of her sister's cat. This is Tiger, and he is stylin' in his bed. Pleese take note of how carefully he tucks himself in.

Now, me. I'm a more laid-bak, devil-mae-kare kind of guy. I like to grunt, moov my paws, shake, rattle and roll wile I'm sleepin'. I also luv to tok and stik my tung owt.

According to Mom, I even rolled off the cowch wunce.

Bridge

2011-01-07T10:42:00.000-08:00

I no we haf been out of tuch for qwite awile. We are getting cot up, and we see that many of owr blogging buddies haf gon to The Bridge. We are furry saddend by this, and we want efurry one to no that we miss them furry much.

R.I.P., all owr old frnds

The Joy of a Cleen Howse

2011-01-04T16:05:00.000-08:00

Mom cleened (fownd) the coffee table, and she fownd sum reely cool stuff. There were at leest two nip bananas, Orgasmic treats from Trader Joe's, some string, sticky tape, and some battery candles! The candles are kool becuz we can walk on them and not light ourselves up. Neeto!

I'm hoping she cleens next behind the fridgefrature. I'm shure there are snakes, spiders, and my favorite, big edible wasps. It's fun to watch Mom compleetely lose it when I get them in my mouth.

It's too bad Mom and Dad don't get thare milk in plastic bottles ennymore- the bloo rings frum them were the best!

Burfday Clock

2011-01-04T15:54:00.000-08:00

For Mom's 50th burthday- she screams EEEEEK- she got a wonderful anteek clock from Holland. I no it is broken at leest a little bit becuz it duzn't have a tail for the pen-du-lum.

It rings reely nice when it is hour-thirty and when it is hour. It has the dubble-feeture of keeping Mom and us awake, at leest efurry 30 minutes.

It even tells us when the moon will be smiling. *Please excuse picture quality- clock high, Mom short*

Mom is so happy with it! Her Oma had one, and so now her howse is that much more a little Dutch.

2011-01-04T15:46:00.000-08:00

I am jus' trying out writing agin. Rite now I am hogging the heter and becoming a noodle. We have had snow here for the last week, and it is reel pretty to look at. Bean is sittin' in the kitchun, as usual.

I haven't kept up with my frend's blogs, so I haf to start up agin.

We hope efurry one has a happy new year, wif lots of peace!

Good-By Mu Shue

2008-07-23T08:58:00.000-07:00

We are so vary sad about Mu Shue going to the Bridge. He was owr oldest and best frend on the innernet. Mom's eyes are leeking vary bad. Mu Shue was the best man-cat, and Mama Laura loved him so.
We know you will always look over Mama Laura, Lilly and Iris, and the twins.
Til we see you again...Love LOKi and Bean

We Are Fine

2008-05-20T13:51:00.000-07:00

Hi Effuryone!
Thanx for all yor messages. Bean an I are fine, but Mom has bin furry lazy and not helpping us blog. We haf also been checking owr frends' blogs but Mom hasn't even helped us comment! She got a new compyooter, and is still transfurring all the pixures and files frum the old wun. This all goes furry slow fur hur.
We will try to make Mom behave, but yoo know how hard that is!
Hope efurryone is doing well! We luffs yoo!

My Krissmass Tree!

2007-11-25T12:35:00.000-08:00

Here I am, admiring my beyootifull Krissmass tree. I helped Mom with efurry aspekt, inclooding placement of ornamints, hanging of garland, and chekking of lites. It took a furry long time, becuz I am furry pikky abowt whare things go.

Bean has bin cot sleeping underneeth it and messing up the tree skurt. I kno bettur than that.

We haf until the day aftur New Yeer's to enjoy it. YAY!

Fangk Yoo!

2007-11-19T09:31:00.000-08:00

My Mom's eyes leeked frum all the messuges frum owr frends. Fangk yoo furry much fur yur warm welcome bak!

Mom has bin haffing a lot of migrane hedakes, so we haff bin bizzy keeping hur company. The wether has bin sort of depressing also. We had a cupple days abowt a week ago ware we had sum sun, and we all sat out on the balcony and enjoyed it furry much. We haff much to be thankfull fur. We are warm and fed (altho not enuf!), owr Mom and Dad are furry happy together, and we all luff eech other furry much.

I Think I'm Bak

2007-11-17T13:34:00.000-08:00

Hi,
I hope sum kitties remembur me. Mom has taken a long brake frum almost efurrything. We are dooing fine, and thanks for efurrywun that aksed aftur us. We are trying to get bak in the game! Obviusly, I am furry serius- yoo can tell by my pose.

I unnersatnd frum Mom that we are putting up owr krissmass tree next Friday. This is furry exsiting! Mom got a new fat cat ornament that I can't wate to take down. I'll be shure to take lots of pikshures!

Hope efurrywun is well, and tok to you soon!

Owr Frend Mr. Hendrix

2007-07-20T09:52:00.000-07:00

Owr furry good frend Mr. Hendrix nominated us for the Schmoozing Award! We haf neffur been nominated fur anything befur! We gladly accept!
Thank yoo fur this onner, Mr. Hendrix!

Tagged by Flynn

2007-07-13T12:30:00.000-07:00

I got tagged by Flynn for this meme. I haf put on my thinkin cap, so heer we go:

What were you doing 10 years ago?

I weren't born yet.

What were you doing a year ago?

Probly eeting.

What are your five favorite snacks?

French Fries

Ginger Snaps

Stroopwafels

Sunblock

Perfume and toofpaste (just had to squeez in dat last wun!)

Five songs you know all the words to:

Bean does most of the singin rownd here, but Mom says I'm reely good at flirty singing.

Five things you would do if you had a million dollars:

Make shure efurry animule has a grate home.

Pay off Mom and Dad's mortgage (I'm not shure wut this is, but thay tawk a lot abowt it.)

Wurld peece.

Make shure all trips to the V-E-T are paneless and affurdabul.

Let Dad retire.

Five bad habits:

Dis is mor Bean's department, but since I was the wun tagged,

Constunt hunger and begging to fill it up

Runnin reel, reel fast under Mom's feet

My luv uf the computer (Mom's ishue, not mine)

I onestly can't fink uf anuther wun, and I'm not going to ask Mom!

Five likes:

Nip

Sunshine

Nip

Food

Nip

Five things I'll nefur wear again:

I don't do clothes enny fafurs, so Mom duzn't put them on me. I'm surt of the "naked' type.

Five favorite toys:

Tunnel

Howse

Mousies

Nip tiger tail

Bean's tail

Most kitties have alreddy bin tagged, but if yoo haffunt, yur tagged now!

Only Rumers

2007-07-10T10:17:00.000-07:00

Thare haf bin sum nasty rumers (I fink Bean started them) that I don't haf good pursunal hygene. Heer are sum akshun pikshures that shoe that I reely doo wash myself. Mom says that thees pikshures wur furry diffikult to take becuz I purrform this task at the speed of lite.

Owr New Squllion!

2007-07-07T12:17:00.000-07:00

We finally adopted a Squillion! Hiz name is "Pompoen," witch meens "pumkin" in Dutch. He is named in memory of a ginger cat that Mom fownd sleeping in a pile of durt in thare garden. Thay tried to adopt him, but he tarrorized the uther too kitties thay had. Thay traded him to Mom's parents (Oma and Opa) for one of thare cats, hoo was feral and at the bottom of a five-kittie totem pole. (She thrived wif Mom and Dad.) Pompoem then tarrorized Oma and Opa's four kitties, and then Pompoen ended up being deported to Canada in 1999 to live with Oma's sister. That was a purrfect fit. Tante L and Pompoen wur furry happy toogether, and Pompoen never tarrorized anuther kittie.

This is all furry impurrtant wif tooday's Homeland Security. I don't think Pompoen, wif his tarrorist record, woold haf bin allowed offur the border now.

So, Pompoen lives on!

A New Howse!

2007-07-01T11:14:00.000-07:00

Look wut Mom bot us- sum new reel estayte! It has eers, whipskers and a tale!

It's reely sturdy- I haf conducted sum comsumer tests on it. Yoo can get inside and make it bownse arownd, yoo can scratch at it, yoo can attak Bean and other Beans, and yoo can sleep in it. Yoo can put yur toys in thare and beet the crap owt of them. All-in-all, a vary vursatyle abode.

Bean likes to sleep in it- yoo can bearly see hur in thare. She's surt of lazy.

Mom sed she got it at Ikea fur just $6.99 (she's sort of a cheep-skate.) It is eezy to assembell, and furry lite-wate.

Mom is the best when she puts owr needs furst. She just has to remane furry fokused on that.

Sumtimes...

2007-06-29T09:11:00.000-07:00

Sumtimes-
When it's raining owtside,
When I haven't had a good nite,
When Bean is being partikularly bothersum,
When I don't get enuf food to sustane my lifestile,
When I can't find my toys,
When my faforitt jaket is noware to be fownd,
When Mom isn't arownd,
I just like to pretend life is not happening.

Layzy Days

2007-06-15T13:41:00.000-07:00

I've had a purrty layzy last munth. Mom made it thru the surjery fine- but she has been purrty tired. Bean and I have made furry sure that she hasn't bin lonely. We haf an arrangement that Bean gets Mom's left knee and I get efurryware else. Dad has becum a wee bit more impurrtant becuz Mom can't bend down to feed us, so he has been the Food Dude. We now regognise the sownd of his car and get off Mom's lap (for ushually the furst time of the day) and run to the kitchen fur owr vittles.

Mom wint on hur furst unsupervised drive yesturday. She didn't take any pain medisin so she cud drive. It seemed to be suksesful becus she got home in wun peece, with no tikket.

I hope she stays home still- I've become akusstummed to hur presens.

I've Been Tagged!

2007-05-17T09:15:00.000-07:00

Tiger Lily tagged me to tell you seven random facts about Bean and myself.

First, here are the rules:

* Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves.
* Cats who are tagged need to write on their own blog about the seven things and the rules.
* You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names.
* Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your blog!

Second, heer are seven random facts abowt me:

1) I like to spy on the naybors.

2) I love digging, and I haf almost fownd China.

3) I love taking cheep shots at Bean.

4) I forget to roll my tongue up into my mowth, and wok arownd with it hanging out. I think I

look furry dignifyed.

5) I wud sumday like a gurlfrend, but not if she says I haf to haf my tongue in my mowth.

6) I see things that nowun else duz.

7) I wokked on a wet shower flor, and I survived!

Thurd, heer are seven random facts abowt Bean, as told by Bean:

1) I love to hang offur Mom's knee and get my butt slapped.

2) I love to clime up high ladders and sit way up on top.

3) I throw up in sum reely weerd places.

4) I have a speshul meow to let Mom know when I'm gonna hurl.

5) I walk like an armadillo.

6) My tummy is gold and furry, furry soft.

7) I haf the most beyootiful claws in the wurld, and wen Mom clips them, I run to the scritching

post and make them nue agin.

It looks like effuryone has bin tagged, and we haf enjoyed reeding the randum facts.

Mom wonts efurryone to know that we have been reeding effuryone's blogs, but she hasn't bin feeling well so she hasn't reelly ritten any comments. She has surgery tomorrow, so it mite be awile befour we catch up again.

Thanks fur all yur kindness!

Tortie Tuesday

2007-05-01T11:23:00.000-07:00

This is Bean-In-A-Boks. Bean luvs to sit in a boks. Most kitties would curl up and sleep in thare boks, but not Bean. She can sit in thare with hur hed poking owt for offur an howr, in hur boks to noware.
She's furry weerd.

Thursday Thirteen- A Mom List

2007-04-26T11:27:00.000-07:00

Thurteen Things Abowt Mom:
1. She wuz born in Victoria, Canada.
2. She has a dual citizenship wif Canada and Hollund.
3. English is hur secund language (she had to lurn it in kinnergarden) and Dutch
is hur furst.
4. She luvs us more than anybody else (don't tell Dad.)
5. She luvs to sail on sailboats- that's how she met Dad.
6. She luvs to make things.
7. She drove up to Alaska (2500 miles) in a 1967 VW bus with hur best friend, an 18-year-old
kitty and a big black dog.
8. She luvs to read (usually 2-3 books a week.)
9. She luvs old things.
10. She luvs to play the piano.
11. She's furry close to hur parents.
12. She luvs to comb us and play with us.
13. She's bin home fur the last five weeks, and we luv it (she will have spinal
fusion surjury on 18 May.)
My Mom is the best. She feeds us, plays with us and sleeps with us. We couldn't be lukkier!

We're in Catster!

2007-04-11T08:00:00.000-07:00

We're in Catster now! Yay! Sorry fur being bad abowt keeping up with owr blog, but Mom has been in terrible pain and she needs surjury on her back (lumbar fushun.) She hasn't bin owt of the howse eksept fur bean V-E-T appointments fur three an a haf weeks. I've bin wurking hard at keeping her company, and I sit on hur all dae. She has bin reeding efurryone's blogs, but it's reely hard fur her to make comments, even with my instrukshuns. Her bak surjury isn't until 18 may, but she's trying to get it moved up.
Well, bak to wurk!

The Meme, Finully

2007-03-21T13:02:00.001-07:00

I am finully reponding to the meme that has bin travulling arownd.

A) Four places I have lived:
1. Laurel bushes behind big old howse
2. Big, old (1906) howse
3. Brand new howse by lake
4. Brand new townhowse with balcony!

B) Four things I love to watch:
1. My computer!
2. Fud being put into fud dish
3. Fud going into my mowth
4. My furry mowse

C) Four places I have been outside my home:
1. The V-E-T
2. Noware else

D) Four websites I visit daily:
1. Skeezix
2. Cat Bloggysphere
3. All my bloggy frends
4. Mom's e-mail- so I can mess with the mail!

E) Four of my favorite foods:
1. Stroopwafels (Dutch cookies)
2. French Fries
3. Gingersnaps
4. Perfume/sunblock

F) Four places I would rather be right now:
1. On Mom's lap
2. On bak balkony in sun
3. At fud dish eeting
4. On computer

G) Four toys I have owned and played with:
1. Shue lace
2. Furry mowse
3. Milk bottle top
4. Sprankeltje

H) Four nicknames my staff have tried to assign me:
1. LOKi POKi Puddin-in-a-pot (EEEEWWWW!)
2. Bud
3. LOKer
4. Bigpainintheass
I) Regarding Catnip:
1. Love it
2. It's nice
3. Could take it or leave it
4. Don't like it or can't have it
Answer: 1, but I can stop ennytime

J) Regarding Cat Grass:
1. Love it
2. It's nice
3. Could take it or leave it
4. Don't like it or can't have it
Answer: 3

K) First four things I'd buy after winning the lottery:
1. Endless supplie uf my fa-fur-it fuds
2. A home on a private EYE-LAND so we can all sit in de sun
3. A home fur efurry cat in de wurld
4. A computer fur efurry cat in de wurld

L) Four things I do besides eat, sleep, and litterbox:
1. Use my computer
2. Sit on Mom
3. Dreem big
4. Tok en tok en tok en tok

M) Four things I want to do this summer:
1. Figger owt how to get Dad to agree on gettin a stroller (help, Skeezix!)
2. Get a reel gud tan
3. Maybe get a gurlfrend (any ideas?)
4. Sleep in de sun

N) My four most prized possessions that have limited value to anyone else:
1. My shue lace
2. Mom's lap
3. Mom's purr-fume en sunblock
4. My card-bord

O) What I’m going to do before tomorrow is over:
1. Sleep
2. Wurk on computer
3. Use litterbox
4. EEEEET

P) Which of the following is your favorite place to hide and play?
1. Paper bags
2. Plastic bags
3. Boxes
4. Other (please describe)
Answer: My tunnel

Q) Four other "pets" your staff have kept with you:
1. Dad
2. Sprankeltje
3. Kitten (R.I.P.)

What Do LOKi and Sprankeltje Mean?

2007-03-13T13:34:00.000-07:00

What LOKi Means

L is for Likeable

O is for Organic

K is for Keen

I is for Insane

What Does Your Name Mean?

What Sprankeltje Means

S is for Shy

P is for Peppy

R is for Relaxed

A is for Amazing

N is for Naughty

K is for Keen

E is for Energetic

L is for Lively

T is for Tame

J is for Juicy

E is for Energetic

What Does Your Name Mean?

Tortie Tuesday

2007-03-06T09:34:00.000-08:00

Thanks

2007-03-06T09:24:00.002-08:00

Mom wants to thank effuryone fur thare purrars and thots. Her hart is still leeking, and she is haffing a furry hard time pulling it together. She can't cleen the howse becuz she duzn't wont to put Kitten's things away. Bean and I are trying to help, but it is furry hard.

Again, thanks so much. Mom apprishiates it SO MUCH.

A Furry, Furry Bad Day

2007-03-01T13:29:00.000-08:00

Today is a furry, furry bad day. Mom took Kitten to the vet this mourning, and the vet fownd a large tomor in Kitten's abdomen. Mom has to go back to the vet when Dad comes home, and then they have the furry, furry hard task of having to put Kitten to sleep. Mom has been sitting here bawling all day, and she can't stop.

RIP, Kitten. We will miss you so furry much.

Am I a Weenie?

2007-02-23T11:15:00.000-08:00

Yesturday, the sun came out, and we wur all sitting on the bak dek wurking on our suntans wen the nue naybur sez hello. Bean sat like a bag of roks, and Kitten peeked owt frum under a chaire. Wile Mom and the naybur were trading 1-liners, Mom looked at me and saw that I wuz litterally shaking in my nickers. I don't remembur effur doing this before. The naybur sed "sorry" to me, but that didn't stop me timbures from shivvering. Mom just laffed an sed that I could go in the howse annytime I wanted to (she had a poynt- the dore was wide open.)

I survived, but duz all this make me a weenie?

Thursday Thirteen

2007-02-22T11:02:00.000-08:00

Here are sum pikshures uf sum uf my Mom's cat collekshun. Beware that sum uf dem are burdering on the bizarre. They were gathered frum all offur the wurld, inclooding Meksico, Hollund, Tieland an grater Washingtun State. She wus also pretty blurry wen she tuk the pikshures.

Wordless Wednesday

2007-02-21T15:41:00.000-08:00

Torti Tuesday- In Memory of Bontepoes

2007-02-20T09:22:00.000-08:00

This Tortie Tuesday is in memory of Mom's dad kitty Bontepoes. She was a rescue kitty, and she was FIV positive. She was the girliest cat ever, and ever-so-sweet. She died on 30 January 2007, and she will be missed.

Bean and Her Sleeping Habits

2007-02-19T13:19:00.000-08:00

Bean likes to sit rite on the edge of the top of chairs. She's usually okay fur awile, but then her eyes close an she starts to drift into sleeep. Her chin goes to hur chest, and she snores away. We all like to sit an watch while hur hed goes lower an lower, and then she falls off the chair!!!!

She duzn't seem to lern frum hur ecksperiences, so we get this show fairly offen.

I'm Surt uf Bakk!

2007-02-18T11:54:00.000-08:00

Hi effuryone! Thanks so much fur all yur well-wishes. Mom has bin purrty bizzy, and has not bin able to help me on the computer. I'm doing so much bettur wif my my new medicashun. Hardly enny weezing azma attaks en littul seeshure shakes.

The sun has bin owt, so Mom has opened the bakk dore, and we're allowed t0 sit on teh bakk dekk. Boy, how we luf that! Mom likes to sit wif us and reed books. It makes all owr IQ's apeer higher, espeshully if she reeds non-fikshun.

Dad wus ordered owt of the howse to buy more kittie fud. He fownd Kitten wif his hed in the bag uf food. We were surt uf wundering why Kitten hasn't had much uf a appy-tite. Mom wus reddy to take him to the V-E-T!

The V-E-T

2007-01-18T15:01:00.000-08:00

Well, the V-E-T has deturmined that I haf azma. Lukkily I didn't haf to haf a cat-scan. Now I haf to take sum meddicashun fur fureffur. Fank you, effuryone, fur yur well wishes. It's nise to be luffed! Also, fank yu fur letting my Mom no abowt Pill Pokkets! Now I get anuffer treet during the day!

I got to go to the appointment in style- in the MINI Cooper. I felt furry impurrtant. Mom brot a kome becuz I luf to be komed (it comms me down) an she wor pufume fur me to lik. The V-E-T gave me sum oral-kare treets. I liked all the attenshun, but I told them wut's wut anyway. I reely wuz happy tu be home!

Worried Wednesday

2007-01-17T19:28:00.000-08:00

I'm a bit wurried tuday. I ofurhurd Mom on the fone making an appointment wif the V-E-T fur me tumorrow. At the advise uf Kaze, she wonts to make shure I don't haf U-R-I. My mom lukked on the innernet an she thinks I probully haf azma, witch can be life-thretenning in a kittie. I gess I shud be happy Mom cares enuff to get this chekked owt immediatly!

The scary-carry box is allreddy owt...

Tummy/Tortie Tuesday

2007-01-16T10:53:00.000-08:00

Bean hits a dubble wammy.

Friday Fifteen

2007-01-12T16:02:00.000-08:00

"Nuff Said"

Silly Sunday

2007-01-07T12:58:00.000-08:00

I haf spent this murning being furry furry baaaad and silly. I pownced on por (that's wut Mom says) Kitten and went galloping aftur that fat little Bean. I helped Mom do a bunch uf scanning by sitting on the wunnerful vibrating scanner, and sorting all the papurs and pictures. Then I sat on hur compuuter. I tryed to steel Kitten 's fud a thousand and wun times, and begged fur illegal fud fur me (suksesfully, I mite add.)
I'm now resting fur part too.

Thursday Thirteen

2007-01-04T16:02:00.000-08:00

Thirteen Things I've Trained Mom To Do For Me

Help me wif the computer
Comb me efurry nite
Laff when I'm being meen to The Others
Sit fur owrs in the same possishun so as not to disturb me wen I'm on her lap
Cleen owt the ikkies in my eyes
Feed me ALL the time
By me presents frum the kittie storrs
Turn the heeter on fur me
Let me sit on the table wen Dad's not home
Cleen owt my pee and poo
Lissen when I tell her wut's going on in the wurld
Giff me illegal fud
Treet me like I'm the King of the Wurld

Wordless Wednesday

2007-01-03T14:44:00.000-08:00

Tortie Tuesday

2007-01-02T18:46:00.000-08:00

This Bean on a "baff day." She akshully like them becuz she comes out all fluffy and clean.

Happy Tortie Tuesday to all the torties!

Happee Nue Yeer!

2007-01-01T09:28:00.000-08:00

"If you don't talk to your cat about nip, who will?"

Well, it's 2007. I've bin bizzy hugging Mom fur the last week. She says we both need to bee "Fe-Breezed" cuz weer sort of moldy frum sitting on the cowch. That duznt sownd like fun.

Here's a foto of the three of us sitting on a chair that Bean hasn't hurled on...yet. You can tell how close we are.

We got sum neet toys and a gud doze of nip, altho it had to wate until Mom got back frum the hospee-tul. She thankked us fur making her smile with owr antics. Then we went to sleeep.

We wish efurryone a furry ahppy and peecefull Nue Yeer!

A Bee-Latted Krissmas

2006-12-26T14:24:00.000-08:00

Ello!

We wish yoo all belatted Krissmass wishus! We wud haf dun it on time, but Mom got appendy-situs, and spent the Hollyday in hospeetul. We are furry happy she is home now.
Meowy Krissmass, and peeece to the wurld!

A Day Off

2006-12-18T14:45:00.000-08:00

I desided to take the dae off tooday. I am furry turred frum un-decurating the treeee, and Mom has bin surt of stingy wif the gooh-gahs, wich nurmally keeep meee going. In pro-test, I'm sleeeping an not cuddling wif Mom.

Hopefully, that willl teech hur!

Sum Olde Crissmuss Fotos

2006-12-17T14:58:00.000-08:00

These are cuppil fotos uf Tuggers, my Mom's furst Purshun kittie. He luffed Crissmass an dressing up, an he wus furry fotogeneric.

He wus furry speshul to Mom. She went thru sum awfull depreshun, an he safed hur frum hurting hurself.

Luky, Luky, Luky!

2006-12-16T15:35:00.000-08:00

Luky how pritty I cun be! Mom an Dad got a new camra fur Crissmass, an Dad tuk this wunnerful picher uf me. I luv siting unner the treee an peeeking thru the lites. I gess weer lukky we still haf lectrisity. We had a hooge sturm, an over a million howses lost thare power. We ar nice an warm an cuddly, an all the lites on the treee get to stay on all the time.
Weer pretty prowd of Bean. We herd hur hurling, an she acchuly hurled on a plait insted uf the carpot. That is sumthing that deserfs some extra gooh-gahs!

Sadness

2006-12-12T12:28:00.000-08:00

My Mom has bin crying a lot this mourning. She wuz furry sad to heer abowt Libby. Mom cant hanndel deth furry well, speshuly kittie deth. She thinks uf all hur speshul kittie frends frum hur life, an rememburs how much joy an luv she has gottun frum them. Hur kitties haf saved hur life menny times.
Libby an all uther kitties will remembered always.

Thursday Thirteen!

2006-11-30T18:02:00.000-08:00

MY FAVORITE CHRISTAMAS TREE ORNAMENTS

EDITION 2006

Sock munkey

Bell

The lights

The Tree Skirt- gud place to stage mouse toy flights

Dad's Star Trek Enterprise- compleet with scarry message frum Spock

Ornament boxxes

Anything espensive

Hanging window lites

Carmen Miranda glitteree fishie

Shiny rownd baall

Drippee beed ornuments

Blown glasss kitties

Shinny, glitteree garlunds

Christmas is grate!

Torti Tuesday

2006-11-28T11:22:00.000-08:00

This is Bean-In -A-Bag. She iz a Torti, but itz hard tu tell wen she dresses up in a bag fur speshul days. She is weerd.

Gud Kittie

2006-11-27T14:08:00.001-08:00

Hi!
I havn't blogged lately. I been beeing a gud kittie fur my Mom. She has had a bowt wif "depresshun." It makes hur feel down an owt, an it's mi reponsibilty tu sit wif hur an purr, and lik, an reech owt mi paws to hur. It takes a reel smart kittie to accept this mishun, an I take it reel seeriously. I'm not leeving hur alone eefun fur a minnit. That's mi duty. Beefor blogging.

Thursday Thirteen # 4

2006-11-16T19:40:00.000-08:00

Thursday Thirteen-

Thirteen Resons I Like My Paws

They are furry beootiful.
I can scratch itchy spots with them.
I can swipe The Others food wif them.
I can maek feeding tuubs from de fud bags with them.
I can throw water wif them.
They can play wif fev-ver toys wif them.
I can paw at Mom with them.
Nice nails!
I can write my blog.
I can hit The Others.
They let me run reel fast and dangerously.
I can fight my way out of loked boxes with them.
I am able to knock lots of priceless tings ofur with them.

Torti Tuesday # 2

2006-11-14T13:14:00.000-08:00

It's Torti Tuesday! Heer iz Been laying in a hamok she maed. She likes tu slepe in weerd places.

Sum Cat Hiku

2006-11-13T14:36:00.000-08:00

Tuday I haf sum cat hiku (haiku- ed.) fur yu. It is abowt hare.

I wud haf thot yu'd

Thank me fur geting sick where

Yu cud not see it.

I wate fur yu tu

Cleen the rugs. Hak! Hak! Heer:

My best hareball to date.

Ooops: anuther hare

Ball. Surry; gess I'm haffing

A bad hare ball day.

Sumtimes wen I'm bored

I hunch up an luk ill just

To maek yu nerfus.

Mom's Burthday

2006-11-10T16:42:00.000-08:00

Mom's burthday is Sunday, an I here she's havun a bunch uf peple ofur. I'm scard uf peple that arnt my own. I am planing to spend a lot uf time under de Safety Chair. I'm nut letting Mom hide any uf hur stuf under dere (she calls thet "cleening up".) Mebbe she'll leef de cumputer out, en I can rite. I dout it. Mebbe she'll poot de computer unner my Safety Chair. Rite.

Dis also meens dat I wil haf tu hold in my bafrum activitees. Nut gud, but better dan seeing peple dat arnt my own.

Thursday Thirteen- # 3

2006-11-09T15:20:00.000-08:00

It's time for Thursday Thirteen #3. Mom tuk dis picfur uf 13 uf my fafurite toys!

Cleaning Mom

2006-11-05T13:36:00.000-08:00

Mom decided she wus going to clene howse today. I had to spend a lot of time under the Safety Chair to protect mysulf. Since Kitten an Bean hurl all the time, Mom pulls out this awful snake-hissything she calls a "stemer." It spews out hot, wet air, and then clenes all our hard wurk. Meen, meen Mommy. She got all swetty, ha-ha.
In the end, she appeesd us with sum nu orgasmic treets frum tradr jos. It wurked, an now we are happy agin.

Mourning This Afternoon

2006-11-04T16:39:00.000-08:00

We are very sad today. Our Mom's sister's kittie passed away. The vet diagnosed her with inoperable lung cancer. Oopsie was a remarkable 23 years old, the oldest kittie I ever knew of. She didn't like anyone but her mom (she even chased Mom's brother around the house- brave kittie!)
She will always be with us, and she is now with all our friends that we have lost.

Vishus Sea-Animules

2006-11-03T09:37:00.000-08:00

Skeezix an his frends have bin bringing the problem of Vishus Deer in2 the 4front, a very importunt public survis. I wud lik to ad Vishus Sea-Animules as a furry weel thret to kitties.

When me Mom un Dad got a salebote, there wus talk uf Kitty Life Jakets so we cud join them on du watur (luckily, dat talk died down reul qwik.) I'm glad, becuz I hid under the Safety Chair and evesdroped on one of deir convursashuns, and I was affwaid, furry affwaid. Haf your paws ready to put offur your eyes- these aren't pwetty.

In de sea, thare are fish made out of jelly, and the jelly can sting yu! EEEEK. Mom an Dad see thum all the time!

Den deir are the world's biggust Octopi here, an I think they are called Octopuss's. Oh, my. Dey haf 8 legs, an are furry smart. Are they related to Pussy Cats? I think an hope not.

Ratfish- dose are sort uf self-explanatory, but I don't think I want to catch one- effun fur my Mom.

Hear is a sea-woofie, a wolf-fish. U'd think U wudn't haf to watch out for woofies under da water!

Okay, here is the wurst an most shocking (the hair on my ears is standing up strate!) there ar sharks here! I'm so scared! To think that Mom an Dad are out there... I cun only hope their will is updated, an dat we are well provided fur!

So, Fellow Felines, beware of Vishus Deer an Vishus Sea-Animules!

Thursday Thirteen- # 2

2006-11-02T16:27:00.000-08:00

Thirteen Kittie Parts

Go To Jail, Go Directly To Jail

2006-10-27T08:51:00.000-07:00

Cecilia asked why I like going to jail- here's the story. When I first joined the cat kingdom, The Others were not-so-happy. They locked me under a chair upstairs, and wouldn't let me go downstairs. They had Feline-Power that I was unable to break. After a long time, they allowed me to go downstairs, and I was finally able to eat and wee in the big rooms.

After some time, I found a hidden power that I could lord over Kitten. It was a turning point! I simply had to get in his face, and he would get all upset and move backwards- I didn't even have to lay a paw on him! As I perfected my power, I was able to back him around the perimeter of the living room. Mom started getting worried that the old Kitten would get a stress-related Kitten heart attack. She tried yelling at me; didn't work- she tried picking me up and putting me somewhere else to interrupt my power; didn't work either.

In our old (1906) house, we had a dining room that was connected to the living room by French doors, and the doors were kept shut to keep us out. Mom finally got so frustrated with my power that she said, "That's it, you're going to jail!" She opened the doors and threw me in the dining room. I liked it.

When she let me out, I went right back to utilizing my power. Same consequence. After awhile, I picked on Kitten just so I could go to jail. I would use my power and then go and sit in front of the doors. If Mom wouldn't get off her lazy butt, the routine would be repeated. I finally skipped using my power and would just sit and wait to be thrown into jail. I liked to stare out through the lace while Kitten and Sprankeltje would stare at me from the living room.

I miss our old house.

Thursday Thirteen- 26 October 2006

2006-10-26T09:41:00.000-07:00

Thirteen Things I Love-

1. My computer

2. My crinkly tunnel that I can ambush The Others from

3. My Mom's blood pressure machine, especially the jiggly rubber air hose

4. Going to jail

5. Having conversations, even if they are with myself

6. Looking out the front window, and knowing Mom has the front decorated better than anyone else

7. Being combed until I have only my guard hairs left

8. Having my tummy rubbed. God, I just LOVE that!

9. Reading other kitties' blogs

10. Mom caving in and letting me do things that Dad won't let me

11. Admiring the extremely handsome cat in the bathroom mirror

12. Cleaning my butt

13. Getting the first wee when Mom changes the litter boxes

Strolling, Strolling Over The Sidewalk Grey

2006-10-25T16:35:00.000-07:00

I've been reading all these-there posts from cats that have their own stroller. I'm starting to think that may a fun way to go. I've been sticking my nose in my Mom's face, licking her face, and whispering "stroller, stroller" into her ears, hoping that I will brainwash her with my superior feline powers.

MUST HAVE STROLLER!
My will will be realized!

Torti Tuesday 1

2006-10-24T16:00:00.000-07:00

I guess today is Torti Tuesday. Bean is not sure what exactly to do on this day, so she decided to post a picture of herself hiding.

You can't see her, can you?

Happy Torti Tuesday!

The Things About Cats

2006-10-23T13:50:00.000-07:00

Cats hang out with witches quite a lot;
that's not it.
The things about cats is
they're always looking at you.
Especially when you're asleep.

Some cats pretend they're not looking
until you're not looking.
They are not to be trusted.

Some cats scowl because the're wearing
imitation fur. They feel inferior.

Some other cats look at you straight on
so that you can't drink your drink
or make love
but keep thinking
that cat's loking at me straight on.

But all cats do the same
they look at you
and you look out
and in.

A cat is not a conscience; I'm not
saying that.

What I'm saying is
why are they looking?

~~ John L'Heureux

I'm on Cat Blogosphere!

2006-10-20T12:29:00.000-07:00

Hey, thanks to Merlin, we're on Cat Blogosphere! Check it out. I'm so excited that I have to take a nap. Mom gave me some goo-gaws (the slim-fast variety) to celebrate. I'm also a little nervous with the increased exposure- I've got flutterbies in my beautiful cream-color tummy!

Now I'm hoping that Mom will give us a little Matanuska Thunderstrike Catnip for a reward for our hard work. The Thunderstrike packs a particularly hard punch that makes my skin ripple!

My Name Is Sprankeltje, And I Am A Cat

2006-10-19T15:44:00.000-07:00

Bean wrote this about herself-
Hi, my name is Sprankeltje, which means "Little Sparkle" in Dutch. I am a Calico, and therefore weird. I was adopted from the Humane Society when I was 6 weeks old. The Humane Society had just started spaying/neutering animals before they could leave the shelter, so I had some stitches on my belly. I had an amazingly loud voice for my size- in fact I had been left at the shelter because I was "too loud." When I arrived at my new home, I just had to run up the stairs, which I had never seen before. I made it most of the way up before I went tumbling down ass over teakettle. Mom was wailing about my stitches, but they remained intact.
I was weird from the get-go. I didn't like people being nice to me- I enjoyed abuse. I wanted to be dropped upside down on chairs, being stuffed in a bag and twirled around and being pounded on. If I purred, it was purely against my will, and it meant that my body was betraying me.
I also love water. I pat it with my paws, splash around and put my paw in it and drag the dish out into the middle of the floor so Mom can step in it- it just never gets old. I love getting baths, and sit like a lump in the tub.
My nick-name "Bean" came from "String Bean" because I had long skinny legs. Those days are gone. I am guided by the hunt for constant food. I walk like an armadillo, with my back humped up. I am a stealth-eater, and I will sit immobile over a dish so that it looks like I'm not really eating. Fools them every time. Mom always says that I don't really look very bright (like I can't even hear her!) Apparently I have no pupils and I'm always looking at nothing. I have a really hard time focusing on what is happening directly around me. I like to sit in a corner and stare into it.
As time wore on (I'm now 10 years old) I began to re-think the kindness angle, but in a weird S&M-kind-of-way. I found I really, really like to be spanked, and that it was wonderful to purr while getting spanked. When visitors come over, I will approach them and assume the position to be spanked. It makes Mom sort of uncomfortable, and it's hard to explain to the poor visitors. I guess in proper society spanking is frowned upon. I'm not that smart.
It's time for me to go put my head into Mom's purse and sleep.

Yes, I like to do that.

Opa's Cats

2006-10-18T17:28:00.000-07:00

All three cats were feral. Willem and Bontepoes are both FIV positive, so their health is closely monitored. They are doing just wonderful. They are indoor kitties, and they enjoy sitting by the wood stove- a lot.

Mom loves visiting them- a lot.

It's Coming!

2006-10-16T17:15:00.000-07:00

It's coming! Halloween!!!! Time for all black and orange cats to run amuck and be happy! Time for my favorite treats- deodorant, toothpaste, french fries, sunblock and perfume. I am SO looking forward to it. Mom has a bunch of pumpkins on the front porch waiting to be carved into cat-friendly sculptures, and she promised me that I can try roasted pumpkin seeds to see if I can add them to my favorites list.

What are your favorite treats?

Kitty Cousins

2006-10-08T17:51:00.002-07:00

Bontepoes

Willem and Ma

Cats In The Bags

2006-10-06T11:24:00.000-07:00

We love bags!!!!

Cat Moves

2006-10-05T16:32:00.000-07:00

I had a busy day today. I started my scheduled events in the wee hours of the morning. Mom and Dad leave the dry food in the utility room, and I can reach it by getting on one of the litterboxes. I decided that I'm not getting enough nutrition, so I made a feeding access hole in the bottom of the bag. Unfortunately, I spilled a lot of goo-gaws, and Mom noticed. She duct-taped the hole, and then put the whole damn bag in a large tin with a lid. What's that about?
I was also a baaaaad cat- I ran laps, jumped on Mom, traded claw-swipes with Bean and committed a wide assortment of illegal cat moves.
Bean and I decided to split up and hide from each other, and Mom took a picture. I think we look sort of cute. I've already got my list started for tomorrow.

Sprankeltje/Bean

2006-10-04T19:52:00.000-07:00

Here are a couple picture of Sprankeltje (it means "Little Sparkle" in Dutch). As my blog skills increase, there will a lot more information leaked on "The Others" (Bean and Kitten).

Another Day, Another Try

2006-10-03T12:46:00.001-07:00

I tried to post yesterday, but nothing was working out. So, onto today. Lizza had a wonderful suggestion- that I post some pictures of Kitten. Sprankeltje will get hers a little later. Thank you for solving that eternal problem of what to post today. My appreciation runs deeper than the water in my dish.

Kitten is the oldest (14,) and he is also the most beautiful. He doesn't really like to eat, so he doesn't weigh much. He was introduced in Mom's blog on 15 August 2006(Mom can't figure out how to link back to previous posts- you just can't get decent help these days!) Unfortunately he makes it very easy to pick on him. Poor Kitten.

Boy, This Can Be Hard Work

2006-10-01T13:21:00.000-07:00

I really, really wanted a blog, so Mom set one up for me, but now I realize I need to do this everyday. Since I can do everything with a computer except for turn it on (turning off is no issue) and log in, I need Mom. Well, she wasn't here yesterday, so she is making me look bad. I can't get too mad- she is THE BEARER OF THE SCIENCE DIET. Gotta keep that in mind.

My First Post

2006-09-29T10:40:00.000-07:00

Since I help Mom out on her blog everyday, I decided I want my own blog. By now I know the system, and I've always had an intimate relationship with Mom's computer. Seems like a good fit.
I might follow some other cats' blogs examples, and I hope I don't step on anyone's paws. My mom is eager to help format my template, so here are a couple of fast facts-

I have a brother, Kitten, and a sister, Sprankeltje.
We live in a townhome that has a wonderful deck in the back so we can finally enjoy the great outdoors.
I enjoy French Fries and stroopwafels (Dutch cookies.)
I speak enough English to know that I'm getting fed, and enough to ignore everything else.
I like to sit on my Mom's head.

More will be revealed (have to make sure that I have enough fodder for the future.) I will also be developing links to other cat cousin sites, so let me know you're out there!