Monday, August 31, 2009


Clearly humans are missing something in their genetic make up. Maybe it's the distinct lack of whiskers and a tail. Perhaps they just aren't as smart as we felines. I can't say for certain.

Once again I struggle with wet feet because the human here forgot to close the windows. Almost as though she was oblivious to it's approach despite the tang on the air, the wind gradually building, even the slight spark of electricity in the air.

And as the rain came down there was a sudden realization then a frantic dash to the open windows, to prevent yet another sill flooding which was far, far too late.

So as I sit here trying to lick the remnants of the puddle in my favorite window off my toes, Teddy is typing this post for me. He says hi by the way.


You're not supposed to type that Teddy. Hey, stop typing everything I'm saying. NOT FUNNY!

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Ugh. I always have to do everything myself!
If I get electrocuted I'm blaming you Teddy.

As I was saying. Humans aren't the brightest creatures out there. Surely with those supposedly superior thumbs they are perfectly good at opening bags of kibble or cans of tuna but not for wiping up the watery puddle in the windows.

I'm gonna go play with crinkleball, maybe we'll gang up and tease Teddy about his long locks.
*Teddy tackles Ducky to the floor*

Ow maybe not.

Saturday, August 29, 2009


I think I ate too much!
I'm looking very much like the blog banner image above this post.

Wait, where's my ear in that pic?
Oh my kibble! Why didn't anyone tell me I forgot to wear my other ear for that photoshoot?!

Horrible horrible horrible!
What is my crew for if not informing me of such critical matters?

*feels so embarrassed*

Feet! Wet!

My feet are wet!
*shakes back foot rapidly*
*shakes foot*
My feet got wet ACK!
*stops and licks*

Stupid rain flooded my favorite window sill again.
I vote for moar sun!
*shakes other back foot rapidly*
Ugh I'm not called Ducky because of a love of water alright?
*shakes foot again for good measure*
Oh no! It's all over my belly too! Now I need a full out bath!
I gotta go groom before I short out the computer.

Friday, August 28, 2009


I'm a poet and you didn't even know it!
A haiku is un-rhymed, three-line poem of 5 syllables, 7 syllables, and 5 syllables.
Even a dog could do it! Well maybe not a dog...

Just try taking the computer from me while blogging!

Fingers are tasty
How I adore to nibble
No claws to fight back

Hmmm warm sun!

Wonderful sunshine
Warming my soft tabby fur
Dreaming happy dreams

Thursday, August 27, 2009


For your information I wasn't sucking up. It's called 'milking it for all it's worth' something I was sure you are familiar with.

*shakes head*

Some cats are only in the crew because I'm related to them. Well one cat is anyway.

Ahem, hairball.


The dog smell has finally faded to tolerable levels, I totally caught that fly on my own, the kibble is tasty and free of contamination, the water is fresh and slobber free and crinkleball is fine having had to fend for himself against two giant dogs. He's braver than I for sure, but then again he doesn't have a tail to lose.

I am stuffed with treats and kibble so I'm heading to my wickerbed POOKY! for some much deserved rest.
I hope to dream about what pirates did to crew members that mutinied.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

A brat?

A BRAT? He called me a brat? I'm not a brat! Ducky I'm gonna get you, just you wait and see!

Hmm maybe I should post a little more on this blog while Ducky is off sucking up for treats. Yes, sucking up. He isn't all that put off by two dogs! They weren't big dogs even they were almost as big as Ducky himself! It's not like the bunch of us couldn't get two tiny dogs working together.

But Ducky was scared anyway! At least Bambi stood up and hissed at them! Ducky couldn't run away fast enough! And that fly he caught, he totally stole it from me after it couldn't fly away.
Who's a brat now Ducky? Not me!

Excuse me, I think it's time for my massage. My human does pamper me so! And look a whole pile of treats, why suck up when humans deliver? Really, Ducky you're too much like a dog yourself!

Monday, August 24, 2009

You would think so...

but no I'm am not the forgiving type.
Unless you have a whole bag of treats to appease me and then I'll only forgive you as long as they last.
Tuna flavored preferable if you want to keep those curtains in one piece.

Sunday, August 23, 2009


Smokey and I sitting around as usual with old crinkle ball nearby.

It started off as a nice day really.
Plenty of birds outside to watch.
Smokey and I were sitting around meowing and batting around the crinkleball when all of a sudden we hear the drama queen (Bambi) give a frightful hiss.

That looks like it hurts Bambi!

*run run run*
*run run*


I and the rest of the crew are hiding.

Background left to right: Spooky, Mimi, Missy, Rocky
Foreground: Me
All of us up high where the mutts can't reach!

Have no fear, Bambi Smokey and the rest of the crew made it away from the dogs safely and are currently in their own hiding places, some just off camera. Poor crinkleball was left to fend for himself.

I am so very not happy with this. Not only did the humans trick us into thinking the dog wasn't coming after all but they brought TWO!

If they use the litter box too I just won't stand it.
I might not survive tail intact but I'll put some scratches in their noses they'll never forg...

Oh they're gone. PHEW! Like I was seriously gonna go out there!
Hello humans can you please throw out all that mutt contaminated food and give me fresh kibbles?

heh works everytime!

Saturday, August 22, 2009

*Sniff sniff*

I don't smell any dog out there. Haven't even heard one all day.
I'mma gonna go check and see.
*takes cautious step into doorway*
No dog.
*takes cautious steps past doorway*
No dog.
*takes cautious steps into living room*
No dog.
*looks around*
No dog!
*sits down in front of kibble bowl*
Nom nom nom
Why in the world did the humans say there was gonna be a dog here today?


Hmmm what? *yawn*
You were expecting a blog tonight?
I have not heard any of this non-sense. Especially as I was sleeping just now.

Do you want me to pee all over this blog thing you speak of?
Lemme sleep.


Psssst! Ducky is a little grumpy tonight. He heard someone was bringing a dog over tomorrow for a visit and has since taken to pouting in his storage basket...umm wicker bed.
But I'm here to post this blog thing. Hi I'm Spooky. But everyone just calls me Pooky or Pook. I'm sure he'll get around to introducing me at some po
int. does this work anyway?
You type something in the box and then hit the publish thing and th.....

Friday, August 21, 2009

Cheezewiz is tasty

And has nothing to do with this post.
Nope it has nothing at all to do with the licked jar of cheezewiz. If anyone asks you'll tell them your pal Ducky was no where near the cheeze.

The squirrel didn't come back, the fleas that used to live here no longer live and the fly I caught two days ago wasn't as tasty as he looked. HE WAS BETTER!

I got in a good hour of play in one of the freshly cleaned litterboxes before someone had to use it. And then well you don't actually expect me to play in it after that do you?

The crew and I saw another cat outside today. Or should I say heard a cat outside today. Lokki was first to arrive on scene and quickly sniffed out the window area for any invading scents. I'm happy to report our territory wasn't challenged. The intruder took one look at the bunch of us trying to squeeze into that one window and took off faster than his fleas could find something to hold on to.

Hmm I wonder if that would actually work?
*tries outrunning dead fleas*
Oh wait...hmm next time then.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Oh no he didn't!


What just happened?
Where the kibble did THAT come from?
And how did he escape so fast?

Must be a ninja squirrel.

He comes back here and I'll have myself a ninja sandwich.

Photo of myself Copyright Me! and uh the human who held the camera Nutamu
Crasher Squirrel Copyright Melissa Brandts

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


I am currently quite disgruntled.
I lost all track of time, not that someone such as my self keeps track of time aside from feeding time and non feeding time, but that is beside the point.

Today was advantage day.
Bleh that stuff stinks and the humans put it on the back of the necks of every cat here, worse, they put it on me!

The humans tried telling me it would keep away those nasty fleas. Why don't they put it on the fleas then?
*hiss* I don't believe them, it's a conspiracy I tell you!

Although...I do seem far less itchy. Must be a coincidence.

Ugh I need a bath but I don't want to accidentally taste that yucky stuff.
Maybe just a paw swipe or two across my ears and a paw swipe or two at any feet that come near me for the next week.

Except at feeding time of course.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Crinkle ball

Crinkle ball, oh crinkle ball!
How you capture my attention.
Dream about you in my sleep
To the point of ball fixation

Now my Nannybug can't seem to go long without giving my old crinkle ball a bat.

Sooooo close, can't resist!

We have so much in common really...
There's a fly in the apartment!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

My best bud

Me and my nannybug snuggling

Lokki is my best bud. When I was first brought in from outside I was alone. My brothers and sisters were still outside and I found myself among a bunch of hissing, yowling cats who wanted nothing to do with me. But Lokki, he took to me like a Duck to water hehehe. He became my tour guide, my teacher, almost a parent to me. He taught me how to brawl, helped clean my fur and cuddled next to me in sleep.

Whether it was snoozing or eating Lokki was there with me.

When my brothers and sisters were found we called him Nannybug. His nickname was Bug because he 'bugged' the humans all the time (he is quite good at it). He acted like he didn't like the name but I think he did anyway. He never once asked us not to call him it.

Lokki was the only cat that actually came from the Cowansville area. The story he told us is that he was outside wandering alone and saw some other cats come up to a window. Sometimes the humans would put food out, sometimes they'd invite the cats in for a meal. So when no one was around Lokki went up to the same window. Someone inside opened it for him and he walked right in like he always belonged there. He was still small back then and hadn't had a decent meal in quite sometime. He ate and slept and when he woke up he discovered that he was still there. He'd found a new home!
I wish more cats could find windows like that!
As time went by he found himself growing more and more lonely. The cats he stayed with were all much older and didn't want to play. When turned one year old he got the best birthay present ever, a kitten of his very own to play with, me!
Every story should end with cat hugs!

I'm doooing the Full Monty!

Look at me go!


Nothing is as cool as a wicker bed.

Even if that wicker bed is actually what the human's call a "Storage Basket".

Time for a nap.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

My family

I thought I'd take a 'paws' from chasing crinkle ball and hanging with my crew to post a bit about the actual crew so you all know who I'm meowing about.

Tonight: The family.

I'm the oldest (or so I'd like to think) of 5 kittens. We were found one by one (except my sisters who stuck together) out in the real world, in a field all alone. I was found first followed by Bambi then Patches and Foxy then Teddy Bear.
My brothers Bambi and Teddy Bear are both long furred, my bratty sister Patches and I are not. Our sister Foxy was also long furred but she went to the rainbow bridge when she was a kitten. We miss her still.

Left to right: Patches, Bambi, Teddy and Me!

Patches is who I call my bratty sister. She was very sick as a kitten and almost followed Foxy to the rainbow bridge. Everyone was very worried (even me) but then she got better. She learned fast how to manipulate her human who helped her get better and became the center of attention for a long time. She likes picking fights with me, Bambi and Teddy then running off squealing to her human when we fight back. Then we get yelled at. So unfair! Despite being the brattiest sister, she's also quite tough when she wants to be and I'm glad (mostly) to call her part of my crew.

Bambi is my very confused brother. I say confused because for the first few months living indoors everyone but us cats thought he was a girl. He flirts with everyone he meets and acts sweet enough to give the humans cavities so I suppose it's little wonder. Bambi is a big fan of the arts having been called 'show cat' on more than one occasion. He has a very poofy tail he likes folding backwards onto his back. He says it's more 'dramatic'. Despite his softer side I've taught him a few moves and now he can brawl with the best of them. He probably sees it as researching a character though. *sigh*

Teddy Bear was the late arrival having been found much later than the rest of us. He is wise for his years knowing the perfect balance of attention seeking and solitude. He'll hide away for hours in a place no one knows of, contemplating the universe or just snoozing. He is best buds with Bambi and when he's not hiding away somewhere can often be found snuggling with him. The humans call them the twins because they say they look so much alike. I don't really see the resemblance. For one thing Teddy has freakishly long fur. I'd doubt he was fully cat if he wasn't my brother.

Then there's me.
I'm big, I'm orange, I'm a tabby with 'tude. I shy away from the affections of the humans until they're otherwise occupied. I especially love getting nice and affectionate right when everyone is asleep and rubbing them awake only to dart away the minute they give in. My bestest bud in the whole world is Lokki who I'll be talking about next time.

Right now I'm off to catch up on the sleep I missed while typing this. Maybe even bat old crinkleball around so he knows I haven't forgotten him.
Life is good.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Night at the Theater

You know I'm all for high culture, it's great to snooze through. So the crew arranged to have their very own production of Romeo and Juliet a little while back.
Now I'm not one to criticize, if I don't like something I just annoy the kibble out of people by not participating in any possible way. But I think my brother Bambi has gone too far.

The infamous final scene

Yes I know that in the original time of Shakespeare all the actors were guys but we're cats!
And we happen to have a few girls in the crew, one of them being my bratty sister. So Teddy and Bambi played Romeo and Juliet and yes they're both boys (though some people still won't believe me about Bambi).
It was a very moving play...tail moving anyway. Mine was lashing all over the place!

Disclaimer: No cats were harmed for the photo, Bambi really is that good of an well that and he kinda fell asleep. Yes he sleeps with his mouth open, eyes open. Our human told us sleeping like that will catch flies but I haven't seen a single one fall for it yet!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Hello cats and kittens!

Wow my first entry. I'm so excited I want my crinkle ball here to witness my inaugural entry.

*jumps off chair*
*runs off*
*distant piff paff*
*runs back in*

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Phew! That was fun! This keyboard thing isn't quite as happy about chasing the crinkle ball all over it but it'll learn to get out of the way of an impending chase or be smooshed over just like everything else around here.

So what do you all think of my first entry evaar?