A New Howse!

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.

Tortie Tuesday

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.

Bean and Her Sleeping Habits

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.

My Name Is Sprankeltje, And I Am A Cat

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.

Sprankeltje/Bean

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).