Thursday Thirteen- 26 October 2006

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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This is a better intro to Mom's dad's (Opa's) cats. Opa lives in a small cabin on a small island. He too has three cats (must be something in the genes!) Names: Willem, Bontepoes and Ma. Their life is pretty idyllic.Willem is a huge, sweet orange tabby. Willem likes to help go to the maibox and pick up the mail everyday. The mailbox is about a block and a half away. He has a harness and leash, and he walks very proudly down the middle of the street. When he hears a car coming, he goes to the ditch and sits in it until the car has passed by. Then he gets up and continues the journey. I don't think that I would do very well on a leash! Mom was very impressed and made sure she told us all about Willem's fantastic feat.

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.