Rosie and Friends

We are Back! Hopefully, anyway.

2008-02-14T15:04:00.007-06:00

Well, we're back. I think, anyway. The Girl's computer is finally fixed, so maybe more blogging will be happening. It seems like lots of things have happened since I last blogged. The Girl is working away. She has not one, but two jobs! The first is in a retail, gift-shop type of place and the second is at a place that has lots and lots of files that have to be sorted by someone paid very little money.

We have not had any fosters at all since October or November. But today the humans brought back puppies!! (!!) The nerve! I can't stand dogs, much less puppies. They are kinda cute, though. Here's a picture of one. (You can see the other one in the back of the crate.)

They are keeping them barricaded in the kitchen and it's a good thing, too, because I can now see why people frequently name their puppies "Puddles." No joke. Their real names are Peyton and Archie, a girl and a boy, respectively. (Peyton is the brown one, Archie is the black one.)

They're already saying that it's only going to be eight weeks. I hope I can handle it.

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Oh boy.

2007-12-29T08:42:00.000-06:00

Here it is nearly January and I haven't posted in who knows how long. I must have dozed off somewhere or something. How was everyone's Christmas? Ours was great! We got Sheba wet cat food and everything. Sheba is good. Mmmm-hmmmm.

The Girl got a job, so blogging has gone down the tubes. Her schedule is completely messed up. Once she gets a moment to breathe again, she'll work it out, I'm sure.

Brrrr...

2007-11-26T08:39:00.000-06:00

It is really, really cold here. I think I forgot to add one thing to my thankful list: space heaters. The humans have a couple of those things going and they are so nice. Figment (who is still doing great, by the way) likes to lie in front of them, too. In fact, she lies next to them more than I do! Nammie likes to snuggle with the Little One on the couch and Stewie is often found on a heating blanket.

I'm curious. If it's cold where you live, what are you and your humans doing to stay warm?

Happy Thanksgiving!

2007-11-22T18:04:00.000-06:00

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Be sure to give your humans extra purrs so they know how thankful you are that they adopted you. At least, I'm going to let Figment and Stewie take care of that. I'm one of the Senior Cats around here and I can delegate.

I will just post thirteen things that I am thankful for.

I am thankful for wet cat food in the morning.
I am thankful for full bowls of dry kibble.
I am thankful for indoor and outdoor access whenever I want.
I am thankful for hidey holes.
I am thankful for mice.
I am thankful for plush blankets that I can knead.
I am thankful for bloggers and the Cat Blogosphere.
I am thankful for Temptations!
I am thankful for Nammie who keeps his distance.
I am thankful for the comb because it is simply wonderful.
I am thankful for birds.
I am thankful for the back step that I can sit on and run inside at a moment's notice.
I am thankful for my family who loves me despite all my idiosyncrasies.

Wacky Wednesday

2007-11-14T12:22:00.000-06:00

The title of this post should probably be "Wrong Wednesday" because the picture you are about to see is extremely wrong. Totally and unequivocally wrong.

Figment is sleeping on the Girl's bed! We all know that it is really my bed and just because I don't want to use it at the moment doesn't mean that Figment can just take it over.

Photo Hunters: Classic

2007-11-03T08:33:00.000-05:00

Here I am in my classic Audrey Hepburn look. Or was it Grace Kelly? I cannot decide.

I absolutely love these sunglasses! I especially love them when I am trying to nap in the sun and the sunglasses keep the glare out of my eyes. Or the camera flash, in this case.

Funny Frisky Figment Friday

2007-11-02T07:16:00.000-05:00

All by herself, Figment crawled into a rolled-up piece of carpeting and made herself at home. And gnawed on/played with a ribbon from a birthday.

I would never stoop to playing in a rug.

Thursday Thirteen, Edition 12

2007-11-01T10:28:00.000-05:00

This week's Thursday Thirteen is a list of thirteen ~~excuses~~ reasons why the entire month of October has been a bad blogging month for me.

I am still getting used to Figment running around and I don't like it. In fact, I even scratched the Girl the other day when she was trying to pet me. After all, I was in my own special cubby, so I didn't want anyone (especially Figment) to bother me.
October is the birthday month. That's right, all of my humans had a birthday last month. So just as soon as I recovered from one birthday, there was another one. They aren't big party-types, so most of it was real low-key, but still...
The Girl's computer died (only temporarily!) and still isn't fixed. I need to remind them to get on the ball, I think.
One of the things that the Little One got for her birthday was a Webkin. Even the Girl thought they were cute, so she purchased one, too. (One evening, Nammie was pretty worked up over Figment, so he pounced on the Webkin and started biting on it.) Anyway, the Webkin plushies come with a code that you punch into the computer and presto! you have a virtual pet on the internet. So the Girl and the Little One have really been hogging the computers. As a rule, the Girl hogs it a lot, but now it's just more so.
Now that it's fall, there are lots more things that they are doing. Like extracurricular activities, whatever those are.
When they aren't doing all of their wonderful activities, they are resting. So there is no one to help we with the computer.
I have been napping a lot. A lot.
The Girl has started a new dance: Irish Dancing. She likes it a lot, so she is constantly hopping and carrying on all over the living room. This is rather disruptive to my routine, I think.
Another thing with fall is all the new and returning TV shows. This year, my humans (Usually just the Girl and The Mother) are watching Journeyman (a new favorite), ER, and Friday Night Lights. And they will probably watch the Amazing Race when it comes on.
The Girl's math this school year is "Advanced Math," which is past Algebra 1, Algebra 2, and Geometry. She can't just breeze through her work like she's used to, so she has less time to help me with the blog.
A plumber came by the other day to fix something that was wrong with the water thing that sprays stuff. The family has been very aggravated over the whole situation and I was very aggravated that he came.
The weather has been unseasonably cold and no one has felt like doing anything but move sluggishly around and nap.
The Girl has been watching lots of classic/older movies on Netflix's Instant Viewing feature on the laptop (and thus more hogging). Most of them have Gene Kelly. I think she's in love with him. Does anyone know if he's available?

Oh dear.

2007-10-17T18:46:00.000-05:00

The Girl's desktop computer is temporarily dead. The power went out for a short time the other day (storm related) and when it came back on, her computer would not boot at all. It was plugged into a surge protector, so it shouldn't have done anything to the computer. (Wonderful way to find out the surge protector was broken.)

Apparently the problem is just the "power supply" (whatever that is). They're going to have to order a brand new one and replace it. So all posts will be coming from the laptop until the desktop is fixed.

(The Girl helped me a little with this post; she's way more "techie" than I am.)

Super Stewie and Announcing.... Frisky Figment!

2007-10-14T08:09:00.000-05:00

Hello, Super Stewie here. In between lunch-time rescue missions and evening naps, I have had a good amount of time to think. I feel overworked, so I think I should get a sidekick as soon as possible.

Nammie won't work; I can't tell him what to do because he will just pounce me and beat the snot out of me. (Just because I am not as mancatly as Nammie does not mean I do not have other skills, such as mealtime rescue.) Rosie runs away when she sees me, so she won't do either. This, of course, leaves Figment. She is absolutely perfect as a sidekick because we get along so well and she will do everything I tell her. Such as, "To the kitty cubby, Figment!" or "Quick, fetch me a slice of ham!" or "Lie still, I need to practice my pouncing technique." Yes, I think Frisky Figment will do nicely.

Great News! ...I think

2007-10-13T18:21:00.000-05:00

This would be great news if I liked Figment, but as I do not really like her, this is not good news at all. She is now running around the house all the time except at night. (The Mother said something about making sure that Nammie wouldn't hurt Figment when unsupervised.) Figment loves everyone, including Nammie, but I think that Nammie was not ready for another addition to the family. In fact, neither was I.

When the humans took Figment to the vet for her follow-up checkup yesterday (to make sure everything was fine), they also took Nammie. His ear had an abscess, supposedly from a fight. They don't know what he got into a fight with, but presumably some sort of wild animal from the outside. I think that he was being the protective mancat we all know he is and decided that the creature (probably a raccoon) needed to stop coming near our house. (Never fear, we have had all the shots that the lovely vet says we need, such as rabies and other nasty items.)

Tabby Tuesday and I'm Back!

2007-10-09T21:19:00.000-05:00

Hi everyone, this is Rosie. I am finally back to blogging. (For those of you who might be wondering, the humans are saying that Figment is still doing great and looking better by the day.)

My humans have been really busy this past week. They have been running all over the place so much that The Mother said that they were about "to meet themselves coming and going." Is that a phrase? I don't know, but it should be if it isn't.

Anyway, onto Tabby Tuesday. Today we have a two-for-one shot, so maybe it should really be called "Two Tabbies Tuesday" or something.

It's rather shocking that they are sleeping next to each other because it was just the other morning that they were hissing and fighting and carrying on. I, of course, had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Great News!

2007-10-02T16:14:00.000-05:00

We took Figment in today for her eye removal just like the vet asked us to, but upon examining Figgie, the vet said that she was actually doing better! As long as things continue on in this direction, Figment's eye will not need to be removed. It's really a miracle because the eye was dark and cloudy and the iris was not visible at all. Thank you all so much for your prayers; they are obviously making a significant difference!

There is still a chance of the eye rupturing, so Figment will have to remain on complete bed rest for around ten to fourteen more days. We asked for (and received) some sedatives because we thought that she would probably be happier sleepy than bored out of her mind. She will probably still be bored, but it will be a calmer bored.

-The Girl

Figment's Eye Update

2007-09-28T09:30:00.000-05:00

The Girl has hijacked my blog again. -Rosie

I'm sorry I have taken so long to post another update, but up till now, there has not been much change. The ulcer has been steadily growing, so we (meaning Mom, of course) called the vet. They told us that the eye is not doing very well at all (considering that the ulcer is growing) and that the only thing to do is to remove the eye. Poor little Figgie's appointment at the vet is this coming Tuesday.

It's a shock, even though we knew the eye removal might be necessary. We are just glad that she isn't full grown yet; it will probably be easier for her to adjust.

We are still giving her the medicine she needs and keeping her in the huge crate. She is not liking it, of course. We think that somehow she knows that if she kicks all of the litter out of the litter box or dumps her food or water over, we will have to get her out to clean it all up. We don't (usually) let her run around while cleaning; she goes from crate to being held. This morning, however, we let her frolic a little in the room while cleaning. She enjoyed it so much, I really hated to put her back in the crate.

-The Girl

Another Update

2007-09-24T08:55:00.000-05:00

Here is another post by the Girl. -Rosie

Figment seems to be doing about the same. She is hating staying the crate, though. Really hating it. It doesn't help that we ("The Mother and the Girl" aka Mom and I both give the medicine to her; most of the time it takes both of us.) have to get her out every two hours to put antibiotic eye drops in. Sporadically we also have to give her the dilation stuff, which causes a side effect labeled "excessive salivation." Or in other words, she's slobbering all over the place for a little while after we give it. Poor thing; not only does her eye feel funny, but she can't see right because of the medicine.

Here are a few pictures of Figment. The pictures are very fuzzy because Figment will not stay still. In the first picture, you can kinda see the ulcer on her right eye; it is relatively small and looks like a red bump/blister. In the second picture, you can see a difference in her eyes.

-The Girl

Update on Figment

2007-09-22T18:39:00.000-05:00

Yet another post courtesy of the Girl. -Rosie

We are making sure that Figment is being kept as quiet as possible by keeping her in a huge dog crate. It has plenty of room for a litter box, some food and water, and a donut bed. I will try to get a picture of her up tomorrow, but it won't be easy. After all, it is Figment (frisky much?), and she has been cooped up in the crate since yesterday afternoon. All of that unused energy has to go somewhere, so I'm thinking it will all be focused on getting down.

The vet gave us three different medicines. One of them causes dilation, another is for pain, and another is antibiotic. The first two must be given once a day (or as needed) and the antibiotic must be given every two to four hours, except at night.

Thank you all so much for your prayers and purrs! In between antibiotic doses, I will try to stop by and thank each one of you!

-The Girl

Purrs and Prayers, Please

2007-09-21T16:19:00.001-05:00

This blog is courtesy of the Girl. -Rosie

We just got home from the vet. Overnight, Figment had developed a blister in her right eye (the squinty one). The vet diagnosed her with descemetocoele, which means that the blister is really an ulcer that has penetrated through the cornea completely except for the last thin membrane. An eye with it is at high risk for rupture.

The two options were surgery or complete rest at home with eye drops. We chose the complete rest, and prayerfully she will completely recover without any problems. If, however, the ulcer does rupture, the eye will have to be completely removed.

Figment is a very sweet, friendly cat and we are extremely upset. We would really, really appreciate everyone's prayers during this time!

Thank you very much, The Girl

Freaky Friday

2007-09-21T09:40:00.000-05:00

Today was definitely freaky... I don't know if I have even recovered yet.

The Little One made us some nip pouches (I do like a nice nip pouch) and Nammie really, really enjoyed his. In fact, he got so nipped up, he started attacking me! You should have seen the crazed look in his eye! I was very afraid that he was going to maybe hurt me, but, thank goodness, The Mother intervened just in time. I really hope that the family decides that Nammie doesn't need any nip. Ever.

Just look at him in this picture with his nip pouch! Look at the glare in his eyes!

Rest assured, Figment did not get caught up in the mayhem. (Apparently she knows to get going when the going is good.) When she saw and heard the commotion, she ran into The Mother's room and hid. Considering that she is just a little kitten and Nammie is a big mancat, this was probably a good move.

Tortie Tuesday

2007-09-18T18:14:00.000-05:00

Hi everybody, Figment here again. I thought I would let you all know that I have not made as much ground against the eye ointment as could be hoped. They are still putting it in my eyes, unfortunately. I know, it will help me get better, but surely I'm well enough by now to not need it. Right? Right???

Hm. I will have to think of another anti-eye medicine scheme.....

Anyway, here is a picture of me reclining on the super-soft-and-white-fluffiness that is the Girl's bed. You can see in the picture that I am sorta squinting my right eye. That is the most infected one. (Maybe I'm not quite as well as I thought.... Yikes.)

Sunday Secret

2007-09-16T11:21:00.000-05:00

Hello, Figment here. Since I have a lot of experience when it comes to getting eye ointment, I felt that I should share with you all a little secret I have discovered in how to avoid it. Since you can see it coming (after all, it is eye stuff), the trick is to jerk your head back right before it touches your eye. They will probably try to reapply it several times, so repeat as necessary. Yanking your head from side to side and shutting your eyes right before contact helps, too. Believe me, they will soon discover that you are well enough to not need it anymore.

I also wanted to let you all know that I am feeling much better but they are still giving me the oral medicine. It tastes dreadful, by the way, but I think I am gaining ground against the eye ointment.

Super Stewie Sunday

2007-09-09T07:43:00.000-05:00

Hello, Stewie here. Or at least today, I am Stewie as Clark Kitten, not Super Stewie. I may be slightly small, but not when I am Super Stewie!!

My favorite task as Super Stewie is to rescue food left on the counter. It doesn't want to be alone at all, so I am happy to oblige.

Foster Feline Friday

2007-09-07T11:21:00.000-05:00

The following post is courtesy of the Girl.
-Rosie

It has been an excruciating long time since I have posted about the fosters, so I'll try to summarize what's been going on. The set of five (Stella, Tux, Stache, Kendall, and Coal) started coming down with ringworm one by one. The first to get it was Stella, so the Humane Society asked for her to come back in for treatment. Then Kendall got it, so we took her back too. (Stache might have gotten it, but we weren't sure.) We took the remaining three back to the Humane Society for their surgeries and final vaccinations before we left on our trip. Figment had already been returned for her surgery.

We returned from our vacation, but it was Wednesday before we felt rested and ready for some more fosters. We called the Humane Society to see what they needed us to do. They informed us that due to an epidemic of upper respiratory, they were going to be forced to put down all of the cats who were sick with it. Figment was one of the ones on "the list," so we rushed over to pick her up. She was the only one of our fosters on "the list." We would have taken more, but the cats will not be allowed to return the Humane Society, even if they are feeling 100%. We did speak to someone from the Humane Society yesterday and all of the cats on the list have been placed except for at least one who was extremely sick.

Poor Figgie is a very sick little kitty. She has an upper respiratory infection (possibly FCV virus). She is extremely congested and is having slightly bloody discharge from her nose and a little from her right eye. Of course, we are giving her some antibiotics to prevent secondary infections. (Wrapping a cat/kitten completely in a towel (except for their head) before "medicating" them helps everyone concerned, just so you know.)

Since Figment is so sick, we may not be getting more kittens for a little while. The Humane Society needs more fosters but they didn't want to risk cross-infecting little kittens until Figment is feeling better.

It looks like Figment has found a home with us after all. She really liked it here on the front end and she and Stewie did have a good time playing. We considered adopting her before, but we already have three cats. Not that four is a large number, as I have learned from the cat blogosphere. (Note the wonderful folks at Forty Paws. You guys are doing a great thing!) Since we have started fostering, we have doubled the number of cats in our house, and we have only been doing it for a little over a year. (I'm not trying to scare people away from fostering, but you have been warned.)

Wacky Wednesday

2007-09-05T08:40:00.000-05:00

The humans brought these two thingamajigs back from their trip. They may look like ginormous temptations, but do not allow yourself to be deceived. They are very hard and I can't bite them. They even smell funny. It's easy to tell how I feel about this; just look at my angry glare at the one on the right. (...you shall become a temptation....you shall become a temptation...)

Hmm... I think I deserve a pile of temptations as big as that whatever-it-is.

They're BACK!

2007-09-02T18:26:00.001-05:00

My humans are back! I'm so happy, I almost considered sitting on a lap. Almost. They showed up yesterday afternoon, but everything was so busy I didn't get a chance to get on the computer. They brought some things back from their extremely unnecessary (in my opinion) hiatus, so I'll have post pictures later; right now, though, I'm going to work on catching up on the sleep I lost (due to stress) over the week.

Happy Labor Day Weekend, by the way, everyone!

No news yet...

2007-08-29T10:50:00.000-05:00

No word yet; the humans are still missing. I don't know how much longer I can take this. I have a very long list of grievances:

There is a new person feeding us. She's nice and all, but it just isn't the same.
I can't go outside.
I need to feel the dirt under my paws.
I have no way to get away from Stewie. Generally I can go outside and escape, but no....
My humans are not here to give me scritches and pats and comfort. I think I miss them a little. Only a little.

Very wrong

2007-08-28T11:20:00.000-05:00

Things are very very wrong. The humans have been MIA since Saturday and there is a new person feeding us. We can't even go out the door-within-a-door! It is locked.

I am very worried. I didn't even come out for my wet cat food portion yesterday. Before I lost track of the humans, they were bustling around putting stuff in some bags that could really double as nice beds. I will keep you all posted.

Very Busy

2007-08-12T20:15:00.000-05:00

"Don't bother me when I'm blogging!" -Nammie

Nah, just kidding. Oh, blogging is such a hard, exhausting job. It is taking me away from my evening nap.

The humans have been extremely busy and won't let us get on the computer to blog or visit any of our friends! I'm sure some of you with little humans know that this time of year is very busy. Everything will settle down soon and then we will be blogging more than once a week. (Yikes. I didn't realize that it had been a week already.)

Stewie Sunday

2007-08-05T17:12:00.000-05:00

Hi everybody! I am feeling much much better! The Girl has been hogging the computer, so Rosie hasn't had a chance to blog or visit her kitty friends. But I, Super Stewie, managed to sneak on. (Heehee!)

Figment is a kindred spirit. She loves to play and wrestle and she has a very good purr. She loves to be held up around the humans' necks, just like me.

Another bonus with the foster kittens is the fact that when the humans are fixing the kittens' food, we get a little bit of it. When the kittens are little, they get wet cat food, so we do, too! It is very tasty, of course.

-Stewie

Tabby Tuesday and Nammie's Birthday

2007-07-31T07:07:00.000-05:00

Today is a very exciting day! It is Nammie's fourth birthday. Or at least, today is his estimated birthday.

The family got Nammie right after a very nasty storm which knocked down trees and cut off power and everything. He, a little bitty kitten, was down at the road hiding in a tree that had fallen down. He cried and cried when he saw The Mother and before long, everyone was working very hard to get him out. He was very afraid and kept skittering off to another spot. Once they finally got him, they gave him a bath because he was covered with those nasty itchy bugs. He did not really like that very much.

The humans put up signs but no one responded, so they kept him! So Happy Birthday Nammie!

Photo Hunters: Creative

2007-07-28T08:01:00.000-05:00

It is very important to be creative when napping.

Thursday Thirteen, Edition #9

2007-07-26T17:22:00.000-05:00

This T13 is a list of things that I like about living in the country.

I can go outside whenever I want.
There are lots of baby birds to admire. (That is likely what I saw in the picture from yesterday.)
There are lots of mice to play with.
There is a lot of grass and dirt to decorate myself and perfume my furs.
There is a lot of room for all of us to get away from each other when necessary.
There are lots of trees to sharpen our claws on and to climb when necessary.
We don't have any nasty, noisy neighbors. Yet. (The humans say that this is becoming a very populated area, though.)
There are lots of smells to investigate.
There are lots of frogs to play with. The best ones are the bullfrogs.
There are lots of chipmunks to play with.
There are lots of places to explore but I must admit that I rarely leave the back porch.
It is a lot of fun to watch the humans sweat and slave behind the roaring grass eater.
The back porch (which is my favorite spot outside) has a light which attracts the most wonderful and tasty moths in the whole world.

Wordless Wednesday

2007-07-25T07:00:00.000-05:00

Tortie Tuesday

2007-07-24T07:48:00.000-05:00

This is Figment, another foster. She has the run of the entire house just about all the time. She even comes into The Mother's room, where I am! (Of all the nerve...)

Stewie and Figment are kindred spirits; they are both full of energy and very affectionate. Since Figgie has been playing with Stewie so much, the humans are a little worried that she is going to come down with what he has. At the moment, she shows no signs of it.

PS. I am borrowing Rosie's post for a minute to tell everybody that I am feeling better! Not much better, just better. I probably won't have to go to the V-E-T after all!
-Stewie

Mancat Monday

2007-07-23T07:38:00.000-05:00

Real mancats can sleep anywhere, even on Hello Kitty sheets.

Stewie Sunday

2007-07-22T18:29:00.000-05:00

I have been feeling kinda under-the-weather lately. I have been coughing and sneezing a lot. The Mother has called the V-E-T lady several times and, thankfully, the V-E-T lady says that I will probably get better at home with a little TLC. The heroic feats of Super Stewie will have to wait until I get over whatever it is that I have.

Foster Feline Friday

2007-07-20T17:40:00.000-05:00

(The following post is by the Girl. -Rosie)

We have had the new fosters for a whole week but I really can't believe it; the days are flying by. These fosters were between three and five weeks old when we got them. Here are some pictures displaying how absolutely cute they are. The Humane Society people named them, by the way.

This is Stache. Look at his adorable little mustache!

This is Coal. His fur is very thick and makes him feel like a little bear.

This is Tux. He looks like he's afraid of the camera, but I think that it's just the shape of his face.

This is Stella. When we got the kittens, she weighed approximately half of what the others weighed. We have been bottle feeding her but she is now starting to eat a little of the wet cat food. She is quickly gaining weight, so something must be working.

This is Kendall (and Coal).

-The Girl

Thursday Thirteen, Edition #8

2007-07-19T20:45:00.000-05:00

Since I always have to put up with those foster kittens, my TT today is about them.

They eat a lot. All the time.
They sometimes run around in my house and cause chaos.
When they are loose in the house, sometimes they run right up to me and try to touch me or, which is far worse, play with me.
Sometimes they can smell bad and they usually make a mess.
Even though I don't really like them, I guess they are pretty cute.
They take up a lot of my humans' time that could otherwise be spent on me. Not that I care about all that lovey-dovey stuff, but that's not the point.
They eat my wet cat food.
They make a lot of noise and disturb my rest. They really cry when they're hungry.
Nearly every group comes down with some sort of illness. Normally it's an upper respiratory/cold thing.
And when they get sick, they have to have medicine. At least twice a day.
They are not completely litter box trained so sometimes things don't go so well.
I suppose that it's a good thing for the kittens to be fostered. After all, it makes me sad to think that there are little kittens out there who aren't going to find a home with wet cat food and scritches and all the other things that a cat needs. But I do wish they could be fostered somewhere else.
Another good thing is that the kittens are all spayed and neutered. Everyone should spay and neuter their pets because of all the kittens and cats that are already in the world. All of this fostering stuff wouldn't be necessary if all cats were spayed and neutered.

PS. I have found out that the one group has been returned to the Humane Society and will soon be up for adoption! That's the good news. The bad news is that there is another group. Here is a picture of one of them.

Mancat Monday

2007-07-16T22:07:00.000-05:00

Hi everybody! This is my Super Stewie outfit. Don't I look great? The Little One made it especially for me and it fits perfectly. And she made it all by herself, too!! It slips right over my head and then slips right off. I think I look especially manly in my blue cape.

(Would you believe that they only let me wear it for about five minutes at a time? And even then they don't let me out of their sight. How am I supposed to do something super when I am constantly being supervised? Hmm. You know, "supervised" isn't very super.)

Horrible Happenings on Terrible Tuesday

2007-07-13T10:26:00.000-05:00

Tuesday was absolutely the most terrible day of my whole life. Not only were the kittens still running around and terrorizing me, but the humans (my human specifically) shoved me into a prison box that was too small for me and put me in the car! I deserve a luxury suite at least.

For the first half of the journey, I put forth every protest known to the modern world. I yowled and cried until I started to become hoarse.

Nammie and Stewie came along, too, with their own prison boxes. Nammie got the big crate and I was incredibly jealous of him. Every few minutes, though, he would yowl, "I'm bustin' out of here!" and then tear into the sides of the prison box with his claws. No luck.

And then we arrived to the destination: the V-E-T! I have never in my whole life smelled so many animals at once. The place was clean, but there were a lot of smells. Ugh.
It is amazing how far back one can smash oneself into the back of a torture chamber. I was hoping I was out of reach, but they did a very unexpected thing: they took the top of the prison box off and "examined" me from inside the box! I was so shocked, I didn't commit any of the things I had been planning to do while in the car.

During the "examination" they stuck me with five needles. Then they took me and put me on this cold, hard thing. A "scale" I think they called it. Right about that time, I saw my chance and escaped. However, my victory was very short-lived. Within moments they caught me again and put me back in the prison box.

On the way home, they tried to bribe me into forgetfulness with a Temptation, but I rejected it. They placed the Temptation into the prison box, but I refused to even look at it.

Will the tortures these humans think to inflict on me never end? First the kittens, then a trip to the V-E-T. There is some good news, though. Yesterday the humans put the kittens in the crate and then in the car and I haven't seen them since. They have seemed rather busy with some sort of something in the bathroom and in the former kitten room, though.

Perhaps I shall forgive the humans eventually, but it doesn't do to forgive them too quickly. They need to think about their actions and reap the consequences first.

Thursday Thirteen, Edition #7

2007-07-12T21:49:00.000-05:00

As might be expected, this Thursday Thirteen is about the Little One.

She loves gymnastics and is constantly doing some trick or another in the living room. We cats have to watch for our lives.
She adores cats and especially kittens. "Love" is too weak a word when it comes to how much she likes cats.
She really likes Hello Kitty.
She likes scrapbooking.
She is in perpetual motion and runs everywhere.
She enjoys craft projects and is very talented with it.
She likes to watch movies, especially funny ones.
She likes to quote movies and TV shows. Her favorite subject is Gilligan's Island.
Her favorite color is blue.
While she is watching TV, she will multi-task. Such as a puzzle or a craft. Sometimes more than one.
She is an entrepreneur and has businesses including, but not limited to, selling scrapbooking accessories and other miscellaneous commodities.
Swimming is her second favorite sport. She recently discovered the joys of swimming underwater. I say "joys," but it doesn't seem like much fun from my point of view.
Science is her favorite subject in school.

Tomorrow I will describe the despicable proceedings of yesterday. Stay tuned.

Tabby Tuesday

2007-07-10T09:45:00.000-05:00

Here's Nammie with his "kill." The little plushie was ferocious, I'm sure. Just think how brave Nammie was to confront it!

After his victories, Nammie will usually yowl over the victim or plushie until someone comes to accept the sacrifice.

Stewie Sunday

2007-07-08T07:49:00.000-05:00

This is Stewie again. Rosie doesn't seem to like the foster kittens very much, but I think they're great! Hey, that's cool; I can make each word a different size. Oooh and colors, too. (Thank you Tripper for demonstrating! Tripper is my hero. When I grow up, I want to be as big and as cool as he is!)

Anyway. Those kittens are the coolest things that ever happened to me. I love to play with them and they are so much fun to wrestle with. I can actually win with them! Of course, I never win when I am wrestling with Nammie. He is really really big but that doesn't stop me from jumping him. Even though I never win.

There are so many of those kittens, it doesn't matter if one of them runs away from me because there'll be another one close by to jump on. I hope they stay forever.

-Stewie

Thursday Thirteen, Edition #6

2007-07-05T17:03:00.000-05:00

Since I wrote about the Girl in the last Thursday Thirteen, I think that I should write about The Mother this week. So here are thirteen things about The Mother.

She is an RN. She wanted to be a vet, but became a nurse instead due to various circumstances.
She loves cats.
She is very smart.
She has a master's degree.
She loves snow but doesn't really care for winter.
She is a very good cook. (She knows how to do the wet cat food just right, but I don't think that really counts as cooking.)
She likes to read the newspaper.
She likes to go to the beach.
She is a certified scuba diver but only went once.
Her first car was a '76 or '77 Light Blue V.W. Bug.
She likes aquariums and fish.
Her first cat was a completely white American shorthair named Blanca. She had Blanca when she was grown up.
Her first dog (when she was a kid) was a beagle named Apricot. She wanted a poodle named Apricot, but she got a beagle instead.

Also, Happy Belated 4th of July, everyone! I hope everyone stayed safe and sound while all the noise was going on.

Tennis Tuesday

2007-07-03T10:28:00.001-05:00

Here is Lizzie watching the tennis match this morning.

Unfortunately, we couldn't get a shot of her trying to bat at the players or the ball, but she was trying.

Picture of the Day

2007-07-01T21:49:00.000-05:00

Photo Hunters: Sweet

2007-06-30T18:08:00.000-05:00

Hi again, this is Stewie. Rosie is letting me use the blog today and so I am going to do today's Photo Hunt.

This is a picture of Rosie when she was a little kitten and she looks very sweet, doesn't she? Now that she's grown up, she just hides it a little bit better. Ok, a lot bit better.

-Stewie

This is the 50th post! When I started, I didn't realize how much fun blogging was going to be. I have really enjoyed meeting all of my new kitty friends and I can't wait to meet more!

-Rosie

The fosters are at it again

2007-06-29T19:35:00.000-05:00

Those kittens are going to drive me to an early grave. One of them has made it into The Mother's room! Her room is now my area since I can't bring myself to go past the kitten room. One of them might escape or something.

They are still eating my cat food and climbing on my cat scratch. Sleeping on my spots (such as the table), cuddling with the humans, and playing with our toys are only a few of their horrendous daily activities. I really don't know how much more of this I can take. At least they'll all be gone in a few weeks. I wonder if there will be more... No, I don't even want to think about it.

Thursday Thirteen, Edition #5

2007-06-28T11:27:00.000-05:00

This is a list of thirteen things about the Girl. She is a very unique person, so I could go on and on all day.

She is very smart. She likes math and reading.
She does not like science stuff like chemistry and biology.
She likes taking standardized tests like the ACT and SAT. (Unique enough?!)
She is a junior in high school.
She does not like hot dogs.
She does not like ketchup or mayonaise.
She does like mustard on nearly every type of sandwich.
She has some unknown food intolerance so she can't eat much "processed" stuff. Like Oreos or food with too much spices.
She is very shy and quiet.
She hates being sunburned and "avoid[s] it like the plague."
She loves the older sitcoms. Her favorites are Gilligan's Island, the Dick van Dyke Show, and the Mary Tyler Moore Show.
Her favorite authors are Jane Austen, L.M. Montgomery, and Louisa May Alcott.
Her favorite book series is Anne of Green Gables.

Wacky Wednesday

2007-06-27T12:49:00.000-05:00

This is Sam, one of the fosters. I chose him for Wacky Wednesday because of his curled tail. In the picture to the left, you can see how it curls. He will walk with his tail curled like this or nearly flat against his back. He doesn't seem to be able to hold it straight up in the air like most kitties.

His tail has been like this since he was born, so I suppose it is a genetic defect of some kind. He doesn't seem to be in pain or be inconvenienced in any way, so I suppose he's alright.

I'm sorry about the poor quality of the pictures; it is nearly impossible to hold a kitten in one spot long enough to take a picture.

Tabby Tuesday

2007-06-26T12:56:00.000-05:00

Well, my hiding place has finally been taken over by Stewie. He has managed to get up into the loft area and now what am I going to do? Before he discovered how to reach my Stewie-less sanctuary, I was able to get away from him. I guess it was only a matter of time.

I could always try to find a new hiding place, but there aren't many places in the house that I can access and he cannot.

Maybe today should actually be called Troublesome Tabby Tuesday.

Mancat Monday

2007-06-25T20:13:00.000-05:00

Here is Nammie ready to provide help for any prospective puzzlers. Maybe motivation too since it wouldn't appear that they have started yet.

This is obviously a very important job, so it's a good thing that Nammie, a mancat, is on duty.

Ways to help your human with fashion

2007-06-24T12:16:00.000-05:00

Stewie seemed to enjoy posting on my blog, so I guess I'll let him post once in a while. Today, though, I have composed a list of ways to help your human with fashion.

Nothing is complete without cat hair on it.
Color coordination is key. If you are a predominately white kitty, your human's black pants would look superb after you have contributed to it.
If you are mostly black, you should target white clothing items.
Some humans lay their clothes on their bed before putting them on. This is an ideal time to get some cat hair on the items.
Your humans will also really appreciate your efforts when helping them maintain their clothing items. For instance, lying on the pile of clothes while they are trying to fold them is very helpful. The following is a picture of Stewie demonstrating. Besides, clothes fresh out of the dryer are often warm and make a very comfortable napping spot.

Stewie Saturday

2007-06-23T08:45:00.000-05:00

Hello, this is Stewie. Rosie calls me her nemesis and I guess I am. She just looks so soft and biteable that I can't resist pouncing on her and chasing her around the house. Maybe if we got along better everyone would be a lot happier and a lot calmer, but I believe that boredom is not a good thing. So I pounce her to make sure no one is bored stiff. Especially me. And I can tell you, she's not bored! She hisses a lot and acts grumpy but I know that deep down she is having a lot of fun.

This post brought to you by Stewie.

Catastrophe!

2007-06-22T18:03:00.000-05:00

Just look at what those kittens are doing now! Eating my food on my (ok, ours) cat scratch post! I never thought the humans would allow them to do such a thing.
It all started with the humans letting the kittens run around in the hall outside the kitten room. Then the kittens started to escape into the rest of the house and now the humans don't seem to care if they escape from the hall or not! At least they're locked in the room at night. I don't think I could take it at night, too. I'm not even sleeping on the Girl's bed because I don't want to walk past the kitten room.

Potential

2007-06-21T08:04:00.000-05:00

Wow, I didn't realize it was already Thursday again. Yikes.

Anyway, here is a picture of one of those kittens relaxing on top of the book the Girl was reading. She just plunked her little self down on top of the page. I think she shows a lot of potential to become a great cat. If I could bring myself to enter the kitten room (or even the hall heading in the same direction) this little kitty and I might be great friends.

Thursday Thirteen, Edition #4

2007-06-14T11:38:00.000-05:00

I have taken a very long hiatus from TT-ing, but today I am going to start back again. Today's TT is a list of our favorite foods.

Wet cat food is best when it is fresh out of the can, but is still decent if it is a day old.
Tuna juice.
Stewie enjoys butter, but I'm not sure if it is very good for him.
He also likes syrup.
And Cheetos.
...and potato chips. In short, Stewie will eat just about anything. Sometimes I think that he believes that he is a human.
We all like any kind of lunch meat stuff. Turkey, ham, whatever.
Chicken is good too.
Stewie likes roast.
Kitten Chow is really good.
And regular cat kibble stuff is good, too, but not as good.
Any food that is sitting on top of the counter.
Any food that is sitting on the table.

Combs, kittens, and dogs

2007-06-10T17:01:00.000-05:00

The Girl and I had a splendid comb-fest today. I thoroughly enjoyed it and thus rubbed things like the wall and the food dishes. After my spa treatment, I decided a nap was in order, so here is a picture of me doing so.

Unfortunately, many of my sleeping spots have been taken over by those blasted kittens! The humans transplanted them into one of my favorite napping rooms, so I don't know what I'm going to do now.

The kittens are acting very skittish, but I don't blame them. After all, there are two dogs (in the house) who constantly feel the urge to bark at anything from squirrels to ~~butterflies~~ flutterbyes to cars.

Picture of the Day

2007-06-08T10:09:00.000-05:00

Fred the Frog

2007-06-06T12:14:00.000-05:00

This is Fred the Frog. (If you cannot see little Fred, click the picture to biggify.)

Fred likes to live in the flowerpots that the Little One and The Mother so painstakingly planted flowers in. As you can see in the picture, he likes to burrow in the dirt to hide. By doing so, he killed all the little growing flowers in this pot.

Here is another flowerpot that Fred likes to live in. He is now trying to kill these little flowers-to-be. Some of them are not looking as good as could be expected. Unfortunately, I do not have a picture of Fred in this pot, but he has been sighted in it.

Dull, dull, dull

2007-06-05T11:19:00.000-05:00

Things are really slow around here. There hasn't been a single live mole, mouse, or bird in the house in a while and, consequently, we are all completely bored. There might have been some action last night concerning some fledgling baby birds, but the humans wouldn't let us outside despite Nammie's "insistence."

Pictures of Possible Interest

2007-06-03T21:07:00.001-05:00

Here are some pictures that I found in the camera this week. Obviously they are pictures of those kittens the humans are making such a fuss over. I think they should take more pictures of me, but I must admit, the kittens are cute.

It's hard to tell in this picture, but there are two kittens here.

My Donut Bed

2007-05-30T07:59:00.000-05:00

This is a picture of me and my slightly new donut bed. I have had it for a little while but didn't get a picture until now. As you can see, it is just perfect for my size. Well, maybe it could be a little bit bigger, but I do like it just the way it is. If you are wondering, my donut bed resides on the top of the Girl's bed.

Belated Foster Feline

2007-05-26T17:25:00.000-05:00

As is the norm for procastinators, I am a day late with this post. However, perhaps I can be forgiven for it considering that today was a big day for the kittens and I couldn't describe it until today.

We took them in to the center for their first shots today and they are handling them extremely well. Some of our former kittens would cry and/or shiver the same afternoon and evening after the shots. Martha and Lizzie were even wrestling earlier and that is quite an accomplishment, considering.

In two weeks Goldie will be going up for adoption and two weeks after that, the kittens will be due for their spaying/neuterings and then for adoption. We have had several types of litters and I think that from a health standpoint, it is better if the mother is with the kittens for as long as possible. However, I think that from a socialization standpoint, it is better if the kittens do not have their mother for as long. The current litter of kittens are more skittish of the environment (for instance, they will get a little upset when we turn on the air conditioner or open the door) and they are also more timid with us than some other litters that were without their mother. I am not saying that kittens should be taken from their mother at an early age, but I do think that their mother can make socialization a bit more difficult. Why this could be the case, I have no idea.

-The Girl

Explorations

2007-05-23T08:33:00.000-05:00

Stewie has been exploring the inner cavities of the dishwasher. I think he was helping the humans in the kitchen and decided he should perform maintenance on the appliance. Not that this appliance needs it very much; it was just bought about a year ago.

No doubt about it, Stewie is an inquisitive kitty. But if you think about it, what cats are not?

The days are flying by

2007-05-20T18:21:00.000-05:00

I have not blogged in a while, but things have been slightly busy around here. I have missed two Thursday Thirteens and a Foster Feline Friday or two, so hopefully I'll be able to do them this coming week.

Early last week, the Little One started drawing beautiful chalk pictures outside. Of course I loved them so much that I had to rub in them. Unfortunately, I do not have a picture of how lovely I looked with red chalk dust rubbed into the fur on my neck and shoulder.

Also, the Girl and the Little One were sniffing, sneezing, and coughing all last week and the Girl has yet to get over it. It really doesn't make any sense how often these humans seem to be out of sorts.

That is pretty much all that has happened to me, but the humans have been out and about a bit and were not home as much as I would have liked. Maybe the "schedule" will be better this week.

My Nemesis

2007-05-15T18:30:00.000-05:00

As you all more than likely know, Stewie is my nemesis. However, I felt that everyone should at least see who he is. The picture shows a rather young Stewie relaxing in front of the space heater. The space heater is not in the picture, but it is located beyond the lower left corner of the picture, which is also the same direction that Stewie is "pointing."

He looks peaceful in this picture, but do not let that fool you. He is as wild as a bull in the proverbial china cabinet. The humans say he is very affectionate and he has a funny purr. It goes up and down in pitch.

Anyway, that is Stewie. I really do need to compose a better summary of Stewie, but it is time for my late afternoon nap so it will have to wait for another day.

Seven Random Facts About Me

2007-05-10T08:47:00.000-05:00

Forty Paws and Marie tagged me! It's my first time being tagged, so we'll see how it goes. Since I have not acquired a very large number of kitty friends on here, I have only tagged three kitties, but I was supposed to tag seven. I hope that's alright. Some of the ones I wanted to tag were already tagged.

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!

Seven Random Facts About Me:

I was born in a barn. Or at least that's what they tell me.
I am affectionate in my own way. Meaning I don't sit on laps very much.
Whenever I walk past a fleecy blanket or pillow, I must soften it. I never lie on it afterwards; I just like to soften it up a bit.
I like to play with toys when I think no one is looking.
I like to catch mice and things but only if they are outside. If they are inside, I suddenly lose interest.
My favorite form of exercise is watching other kitties exercise.
I am incredibly smart when it comes to the flea medicine stuff. Whenever The Mother gives Nammie the flea medicine, I will run and hide.

I am tagging the following:

Picture of the Day

2007-05-07T16:40:00.000-05:00

Foster Feline Friday

2007-05-04T21:01:00.000-05:00

Woops, it would appear that I missed the Thursday Thirteen yesterday. Oh well, I guess I'll have to just do it next week. Like last week, the following post is by the Girl.

The kittens turned three weeks old yesterday. We have been keeping track of their weights and everyone is continuing to gain weight. I was able to get a few pictures tonight, but it is extremely difficult because our camera takes a long time to actually take the picture. I meant to make a movie, but I think I am going to try to do that next week.

They are starting to really play with each other. Their coordination skills are not very good yet, so in mid-wrestle, they tend to fall over onto each other. Much of the playing is done lying down.

Tonight we exchanged the smaller box with a new luxury suite composed of two boxes. One is large and open and the other is smaller and closed. The two are connected so that the kittens have a large play area and a smaller cubby hole to sleep in. Unfortunately, I did not manage to get a picture of it tonight.

Here is Jezzie looking straight into the camera. Poor thing, she was probably blinded by the flash. I try not to take too many pictures with the flash on, but the lighting was bad and I had to use it.

This is Sam. He is, so far, one of the cutest. Just look at those ears!

From this angle, it is hard to tell if this kitty is Mary or Martha, but I think that it's Martha.

-The Girl

Picture of the Day

2007-05-01T18:40:00.000-05:00

You may be wondering why I am looking off to the side in a rather grumpy fashion. As it turns out, Abby was right there and I was trying to decide if she was going to go away or if I should get up and go somewhere else. Be sure to note how I am daintily crossing my paws.

Foster Feline Friday

2007-04-27T20:35:00.000-05:00

The following post is courtesy of the Girl.

We have been fostering for several months through our local Humane Society. We take kittens and we care for them until they are old enough to be spayed or neutered. They are kept in a spacious room off of our garage. The room has an air conditioner and a heater, so no matter what temperature, it is comfortable. We also have an old-ish futon in the room for us (and the cats, of course) to recline on.

Our current set is Goldie (named by the Humane Society) and her five kittens. This is our second "mother with kittens" set and we have fostered over forty kittens.

This is a picture of the kittens just a day or two after they were born.

Goldie is an extremely friendly cat. She purrs loudly and rubs us all the time; she will not settle down no matter how long we stay in the room. I have not been able to get a decent photo because she won't sit still.

The circumstances concerning this litter are slightly comical. Goldie was admitted to the Humane Society and the employees somehow missed the fact that she was pregnant. On the very morning of her scheduled spaying, they went to her cage (it's actually a really nice area) and found the hours-old kittens!

The kittens turned two weeks old yesterday, so here are some recent photos of them. Names are from left to right, by the way.

Martha and the as-of-yet-un-named calico.

Jezzie, Mary, and Sam, which is short for Samson.

The kittens eyes opened completely within the past few days and they have also started tottering around the "nest," a cardboard box with towels laid in the bottom and part of the top cut out so Goldie can get in and out easily.

-The Girl

Thursday Thirteen, Edition #3

2007-04-26T08:44:00.000-05:00

Today's Thursday Thirteen is a list of things that are "illegal."

Bringing lovely toys into the house.
Going under a bed and growling over a toy in the middle of the night.
Jumping onto the counter.
Helping ourselves to food stuffs on the counter.
Playing in the flowerpots that already have plants and dirt in them.
Fighting and "carrying on" in the middle of the night.
Sharpening claws on anything except the cat scratch.
Pouncing the humans.
Biting the humans.
Jumping into the silverware drawer.
Getting too close to the stove.
Exploring the road.
Using the carpet as a litterbox.

Picture of the Day

2007-04-25T09:18:00.000-05:00

The Loft

2007-04-22T13:15:00.000-05:00

This is a picture of me reclining in the loft. From the picture, you cannot see how high it really is, but it is rather high. From this spot, I can see down into the living room (on my right) and into the computer room (on my left). If I walk a little ways, I can see into the kitchen too. The best part about it is I can get away from Stewie, my Nemesis.

Coming up much later this week, I am going to let the Girl blog a bit about those pesky foster kittens they constantly have around here.

Thursday Thirteen, Edition #2

2007-04-19T19:13:00.000-05:00

This is a list of my absolute favorite thirteen items in the world. In no particular order.

Cat Chow. Ah, yes. What a delightful item.
The Girl's Computer Chair. It is a really nice chair because I can sit there and see everything that is going on. But I do not sit there when the Girl is there, too.
The Cat Scratch Post. I like this thing because I can get away from certain creatures whenever I want to. It also has the food on top of it. When I was younger, I enjoyed playing on it and sleeping on it, as you can see in the picture.
The Door-Within-a-Door. This is one of the best inventions ever. It lets me go outside to explore and then come back inside if I feel "insecure."
The Loft. Maybe this is a location, not a thing, but I do think it goes on this list. The loft is the absolutely best place to go to "escape" because no one comes up here except me.
Toy Mousies. I like to play with these when I think no one is watching. They don't usually even look like mousies because as soon as we get a new shipment, Nammie eats the tails off.
Kitten Chow. It's even better than the regular cat chow.
The Porch Step. Another location, but this is the best spot if I want to be outside but within immediate access of the door-within-a-door.
A Fluffy Pillow or Fleecy Blanket. Whenever I walk past something that is soft, I feel the urge to soften it some more. You can never have too much "soft."
The Girl's Bed. Oooo, this is a lovely spot. It is really soft and white.
Special Wet Cat Food. I don't like this as well as the kitten chow or even the regular boring cat chow, but it'll do in a pinch.
The Girl. She is definitely my favorite human. She knows how to pet me in the special way I like: from the top of my head all the way down my back to my tail. Awww...
Real Mouse. I do like a little bit of adventure every now and then, but you certainly didn't hear that here.

Food. Or the lack of it, anyway.

2007-04-17T16:55:00.001-05:00

Great news! The entire family is feeling a lot better and things are starting to return to normal at an even faster pace. A lot of other cat bloggers have been talking about how their families have come down with some nasty colds and things. The Mother said that some stuff has been going around, but I suppose that knowledge doesn't make the illness get better any faster.

Right about the time the normal-ness left the house, this picture was taken, but I didn't get a chance to post it. As you can see, I am fully capable of bestowing an "evil eye" glance on people when I want to do so. You can also probably see that the food dish is completely empty. Which is why I felt the need for the "eye," of course. Directly after taking some pictures, they refilled the food, but I was in a huff. Why these humans carry on so is beyond me.

Late

2007-04-14T08:15:00.000-05:00

It would appear that it has been nearly a week since I blogged last. Unfortunately, the whole family was sick for a few days and I had to make sure that the rest of the house was kept up and running. They are all feeling a lot better now, and it is a big relief to me because things just aren't right when the family is not behaving normal.

Happy Easter!

2007-04-09T00:10:00.000-05:00

I know that this post is a day late and a dollar short, as they say, but yesterday evening I was busy making sure the Girl's bed was soft and warm. She said that she was exhausted.

Anyway, I would like to wish you all a very Happy Easter! At times like these, I like to ponder what the holidays mean. For instance, I know that New Year's Day celebrates the new year and Mothers' Day celebrates mothers, but what does Easter celebrate? It seems to mostly celebrate bunnies and eggs, and I don't understand that. There is probably some deeper celebration below all of this rather superficial stuff.

Ginormous

2007-04-07T16:55:00.000-05:00

Just look at this huge strawberry that the family bought. (Apparently it came in one of those strawberry cartons.) The Mother said that she has never seen a strawberry this big in her entire life. Strawberries are not my favorite type of fruit nor does this event affect me in any way, but maybe some of you kitties out there might like to show it to your beans or peeps or family or whoever.

This will take care of my "unique" posts for the next week or so, I believe.

Thursday Thirteen, Edition #1

2007-04-05T17:19:00.000-05:00

I have seen a lot of blogs that do a "Thursday Thirteen," so I think that I would like to do it too. I haven't quite figured out how to use the "Mr. Linkies" or whatever they are yet, but I will if I decide that I like to do Thursday Thirteens.

This is a list of thirteen of our favorite places.

The couches are good for napping.
The dining room table is the best place to sleep if we want to stretch out.
The cat scratch because the food dish sits on top of it.
I like to sit on the top or second step on the porch. They are right there by the door-within-a-door, so if anything happens I can dart right in.
The kitchen is nice because sometimes The Mother gives us some tasty tidbits. I do not eat very many of them, but Nammie and Stewie just love them.
The Mother's bed is really soft and all of us feel really safe there.
I like to go under The Mother's bed when Stewie really aggravates me.
My personal favorite spot is the loft because Stewie can't get up there.
Nammie and Stewie like to get up on the kitchen counters. Just in case the family needs a little bit of help with their "cleaning."
Stewie really likes the rocking chair. It is soft.
Stewie also likes to sit on the heating vent.
Nammie and Stewie like to sleep on the Little One's bed. Nammie especially likes to sleep with his head on the pillow.
Of course, we like to sit on laps. I don't sit on laps very much at all, but when I do, it is enjoyable.

Decisions

2007-04-03T11:10:00.000-05:00

I know that this picture makes me look as if I am stuck in the door-within-a-door, but I am not. I am merely trying to decide whether or not I should go outside. If I go outside, then sometimes the dog next door comes and upsets me. If I stay inside, Stewie sometimes upsets me. It's a hard thing to be a cat, I can tell you.

We are an indoor/outdoor kitties, and we really like our door-within-a-door. One of the nicest things about the door-within-a-door is the fact that we can catch a mousie outside and bring it inside to play with. Sometimes we manage to... misplace our toys in the house, though, so they run around in the house and the family doesn't like it. The only bad thing about the door-within-a-door is that intruders can come in.

Butterflies are really cute

2007-04-02T12:48:00.000-05:00

I know that I've said it before, but spring really is coming now! The trees are mostly leafed out and the butterflies are starting to appear. I got to thinking yesterday when I saw a butterfly. Wouldn't "Flutterby" be a more suitable term for butterflies? After all, they do "flutter by."

The Girl and The Mother mowed the yard for the first time yesterday. The yard looks really good, but I do not like it when they mow the yard. It is loud and annoying. I generally like to help the family when they work in the yard, but mowing does not fall under this category, so I usually stay inside while they mow.

Surprise!

2007-03-31T21:32:00.000-05:00

Guess what? Today, March 31st, is my birthday! I am three years old today. Well, actually, I'm not 100% sure what day I was really born on, so the family gave me this day as my birthday. They say that my real birthday is within a few days of today.

You may well wonder what I have been doing to celebrate the big day. The Girl gave me an extra special combing and I have been napping on The Mother's really soft bed. This may seem like an average day in my life, but I can assure you that it was very nice day overall. Also, I heard from a reputable source that the Girl is going to start combing me a lot more often.

Yawn.

2007-03-30T08:08:00.000-05:00

It seems to have a been a short while since I blogged last. I have lately been reclining in my favorite nap spots. When I am not doing that, I am avoiding Stewie. It has not been as successful as I could have hoped because that cat pops up in the most unexpected spots. I will blog about him eventually but right now I am still really aggravated at him.

Anyway, The Mother and the Girl watched The Lake House last night. The Girl apparently thought I would like to watch it with them, so she picked me up and set me next to her on the couch. She had set the fluffy blankets right there, but I did not want to watch a movie and I only like to sleep in places that I pick out. I jumped off of the couch relatively quickly (she was petting me in the way I especially like, so I was slightly distracted), so I did not see how the movie ended.

Oh, the Girl and The Mother said the movie was ok, but confusing. It's just as well I didn't see it, then.

A Creepy-Crawly

2007-03-27T19:36:00.000-05:00

Last night when the Girl was getting ready to go to bed, she saw this spider on the top of the white fluffy top sheet! It was one of those brown recluse spiders, which are poisonous (not usually fatal, though) to humans. Cats like to play with them. The Girl says it wasn't a baby spider and that all night long she kept feeling these imaginary creepy-crawly feelings on her legs. I don't think I would have minded playing with the little guy.

(Click here to go to some information about brown recluses if any of you cats out there are interested. It has pictures in case any of you ever see one.)

More Introductions

2007-03-25T07:52:00.000-05:00

I do not think I have introduced the other animals who live at our house.

First, there is Speedo. He is a little white dog. Generally I don't like dogs (especially the dog that lives next door) but Speedo and I keep our distance from each other, so we don't disturb each other. Also, we're almost the same size, but Speedo is just a trifle bigger than me.

Next is Abby. She is a sorta big dog with a lot of hair. The peoples call her a Blue Heeler, whatever that is. Abby will eat anything, no matter what it is, and she is very bouncy. This is a picture of Abby riding in the car, going on a vacation with the family. The Mother and the Girl say NO MORE vacations for Abby, but I don't know why. She seems to be enjoying herself.

Well, that is all of the dogs at my house. Not counting the one next door. All of us (cats, that is) at my house stay away from that dog as much as possible.

Argh.

2007-03-24T10:02:00.000-05:00

Not only did I get the nasty squirty medicine stuff on the back of my neck again, our house was invaded by different, new, little people yesterday. They were all as young as the Little One and they were everywhere, doing everything and investigating stuff. They stayed in the Little One's room almost the whole time and (thank goodness) they didn't even think about going into my room. Of course, I was napping for most of it, but when I woke up, things were not normal.

I do seem to have a lot of stress in my life lately. It's a good thing that there is kitten chow around because it always helps.

With the greatest of ease...

2007-03-22T19:38:00.000-05:00

This is a picture of me (a much younger me) dreaming of flying.

An Intruder!

2007-03-21T16:04:00.000-05:00

Last night was very exciting for us. An intruder came inside our house through our door-within-a-door. The intruder was this big, fluffy cat. It came inside and I saw it, so I had to warn it by growling really loud. This, apparently, woke The Mother up, so she got up to take care of the situation (she says she thought it was Stewie chasing me around, but that wasn't the problem, I can tell you).

When The Mother showed up on the scene, the intruder got really upset and tried to go back the way it came in. However, The Mother had locked the door-within-a-door in a way that we cats could come inside but not go back outside, so things were in an uproar. The intruder dashed around frantically, which made me get upset, so in trying to get away, I knocked some things over on the counter and in the hall. It was pretty noisy all around. Luckily, The Mother had opened the door, so when the intruder saw that the door was open, it just darted out. This whole affair was extremely stressful, so here is a picture of how I decided to cope with it.

And as it turns out, the Girl and the Little One didn't hear even a single noise last night. A lot of help they were.

Spring is coming

2007-03-20T19:01:00.000-05:00

It is finally starting to feel like spring around here! I like to sit outside on the step right next to the door when I am not roaming the backyard, which isn't very often. Sometimes I find a spot that has a lovely smell of dirt and grass, so I have to roll around in it. Gracefully, of course. I end up with patches of dirt-colored fur all over me, but I smell really good. The peoples obviously have no fashion or perfume sense whatsoever because after decking myself out, they have the nerve to say something like, "Oh, Rosie, you're covered in dirt! You're filthy!" After these rude comments, I usually go and take a snooze on the Girl's bed. It's white.

A lovely snooze

2007-03-18T12:24:00.000-05:00

This is a picture of one of Nammie's favorite napping spots. I think that he likes to sleep here so that he can see everything that is happening outside and most of what is happening inside.

A Pretty Moth

2007-03-17T17:36:00.000-05:00

This really cool looking moth flew in the house the other day. It was at night, of course. That's when all the real action begins.
I half-heartedly batted at it, but I didn't really feel like catching it. The Mother thought it was such a pretty moth that she grabbed up Stewie and had the Girl put him in the crate they use for such crafty purposes. No one managed to get a picture before they let it outside, but here's a picture I found from Wikipedia.
The Mother looked in her book of bugs and stuff and it said that it is a "Luna Moth." Apparently it is one of those endangered species, so I guess it wouldn't have been a good thing if one of us cats "played" with it. It's too bad because it looks like such a fun little thing.

Silly schedule

2007-03-14T11:50:00.000-05:00

This is Rosie. Lately my peoples' schedule seems to be different. They're getting up earlier and going to bed earlier, too. As you know, cats such as myself sleep when we want to, but we do have our basic schedules, and I hate change.
I think the peoples call their new schedule "Daylight Savings Time," but it seems like a silly idea to me. Apparently the peoples aren't too fond of the whole plan either. The Girl said she would like it better if her internal clock was as easy to set as the other clocks.

My introduction

2007-03-13T15:58:00.000-05:00

Hey there, this is Nammie. I'm an orange tabby cat and I'd like to introduce myself.

I was just a little kitty when the peoples found me. It was right after a horrible storm and I was hiding under a huge tree that had fallen down by the road. The Mother came down to get the mail but I didn't know that she was The Mother then. She heard me mewing and got the Girl to help get me out. I was so scared that I kept running away and hiding in another spot. They finally got me out, but I was covered in those nasty scratchy bug things and The Mother gave me a bath with lots of water. Never in my life have I been so miserable. I felt a lot better without the scratchy things, but I still have yet to decide if I would rather have the bath or the itchy things. After the nasty bath thing, they dried me off. They put me in a crate with a blanket and a little litter box just for me. They would get me out a lot and I would play around in the Little One's room. It seemed huge then, but now that I'm grown, it's not as awe-inspiring.

The peoples put signs up. (I know they did because I went along one time. The Girl said I was probably just going to climb on her head, but I didn't. Riding in what they call a car isn't that bad) But they didn't get any responses, so they kept me. I have liked living here so far and I am really liking it now that I can actually play with another cat (Stewie). Rosie may be a decent cat, but play wrestle she will not.

In order to express my gratitude for saving me from the awful life of a wild kitten, I consistently bring presents to the peoples. Usually I bring stuff that I really like, such as mice and moles and things. I know the peoples really like me to bring stuff because they start screaming ecstaticly and running around. Then they grab it right up, so I have to keep bringing new ones.

Well, that was a nice little introduction, I think. Maybe someday I'll blog about the time I was trapped alive in the garage (it was quite exciting, I assure you) or the time I wandered the wilds for three whole days before returning to the peoples.

Hello Great Blogging World

2007-03-11T12:07:00.000-05:00

Hello, this is Rosie. I am brand new to the blogging world but I think I can find my way around. I like reading other kitty blogs so much I decided that I might want to give it a try. (I don't know if my posts will be as entertaining as some other kitty bloggers, though.)

Let me get started. I am a lovely white and brown-splotched kitty. I'm not sure what breed of cat I am. The peoples say I was a "barn cat," but I don't know what that means, so I just assume that I am one of those exotic breeds. I enjoy napping on beds, climbing up into the loft, snacking on the cat chow bites and the dee-lish-us kitten chow stuff in The Mother's bathroom, and getting pats and rubs from the peoples. This is a picture of me when I was just a little kitten.

The peoples include The Mother, the Girl, and the Little One. The Mother gives us our wet cat food taste in the morning. She is really nice and combs me. I love being combed with the little kitty comb so much that I will start purring and rubbing everything. I really don't know what comes over me. Anyway, The Mother is Stewie's people. I'll tell you about that... cat... later, maybe.

The Girl is my people and I normally sleep on the foot of her bed at night. The Mother says she is a "teenager." Whatever that is. I help her with her school stuffs at her desk in our room. She likes being helped, I know, because she smiles a bit and gives me some rubs before putting me back on the bed.

The Little One is Nammie's people. He sleeps on her bed and The Mother's bed, but he hangs out with the Little One on the couch whenever she does stuff that requires massive help. This is a picture of me and Nammie when I was younger.

Well, that's enough intro for today. Maybe I'll let Nammie blog tomorrow or something.