Until one has loved an animal, part of the soul remains unawakened

Until one has loved an animal, part of the soul remains unawakened


Happy Cat Lady

Happy Cat Lady

Dec 24, 2011

Confessions of an Overweight Ninja Cat

A ninja should never have to face shame. It is inappropriate. Yet, when I met Jeffery, I learned I might have to swallow my pride. He would laugh and tell me I didn't know half of it, and I had so much more to learn of life like he did. After all, I was less than half his age. I understood and respected his wisdom, but I sure would become shamed for my failings. I have not been faithful to my martial arts training, I must admit.

It all started when Jeffery let me eat his food. Then when Queen Bambi came along, she stuck her nose up in the air at the kibble and I ate whatever she left behind. Of course, when Spyder came to live with us, that increased the problem because he needed special kitten food, high in nutrition and calories. Both Bambi and I would nibble away at it at every opportunity even though we had our own adult food. It didn't take long before Mom discovered our indiscretions, so she fed Spyder on top of the refrigerator. Naturally, as a ninja I could fly up there in a flash and steal whatever I wanted. But, I had grown out of proportion to ninja jet propulsion talents and had to find other ways to assuage my appetite.

It is a tricky thing with meals around here. Whenever Mom feeds Spyder and Little Sister, she closes Queen Bambi and me into another room. When she opens the tuna can the sound is so tantalizing it is hard to retain one's dignity. I have done my share of lying on the floor with my nose pressed at the bottom of the door. I would slip my paws beneath it to dig a hole in the carpet to squeeze myself through however, my squeezing ability is lost! As you know, this is a very advanced technique of ninjas. I did not have the opportunity to practice it much at my previous abode. The Dojo was quite large and had no closed doors. The humans called it a basement. I had to compete with the dogs for my food, and learned quickly how to gobble. So, gobbling took priority over squeezing, you see.

As long as I am confessing my over indulgences, I have to admit the full truth of it... after the door is open and the young ones aren't looking I have been stealing Little Sister's food, too. All this holiday indulgence has got to stop!

Nov 26, 2011

Luggage Cat

If only we could catch a ride in some luggage, 
we would go to the UK and visit Milo and Alfie!

Please note: The kitty is NOT Buffy, but our dear departed cousin.

Nov 19, 2011

Buffy Hogs the Catnip Mat

She sure has grown! Not a kitten anymore! 

Aug 1, 2011

The Cat's Favorites

Queen Bambi started to do the answers, but all she would write about was herself. And the kits have such bad grammar and spelling I decided to do the job for all of us.

Here are the answers to the following:

1. Favorite color:  Queen Bambi likes pink, just like her collar.  Buffy likes red, like her feather swish toy. Timmy likes yellow, just like Mom does. I prefer black, like my handsome fur.

2. Favorite animal:   Queen Bambi and Timmy  both like flies. One time they both were chasing one and bammed into each other! Buffy likes birds. (That's her in the window watching birds ).  I like dogs the best because I was raised by them. I know, I know, I sound like a traitor. But, the only time I'm interested in animals is when the dogs next door are barking.

  3. My favorite number:  Queen Bambi likes one. She says it's the only number that counts because she is number 1. (Phooey on her!) That leaves three for the rest of us. We are the 3 mousketeers. All for 3 and 3 for all!

4. Favorite drink:  We all like best the water from our upside down water bottle bowl. But, Queen Bambi has a nasty habit of licking the sink after Mom washes the dishes! Well, and Timmy likes to lick from the bath tub. How dishonorable! Ninja's would never do such a thing!

5. Social media:  You already know about our blog (otherwise you wouldn't be here). We also like Catster even though Mom doesn't let us get on there much.

6. Our passion:  Mine is welcoming visitors who come to the house. Timmy's passion is hiding in the closet when visitors come to the house.  Buffy's passion is chasing after and attacking all of us! She's such a frisky little pesk! We all know Queen Bambi's passion is her highness herself.

7. Getting or giving present:  We all love getting catnip, except for Timmy. The vet says he doesn't have a catnip receptor in his brain. But, he does like to give toy mousies to Mom. I like to give myself over to The Monk for petting. Buffy likes to give us all a hard time. Queen Bambi? Well, you know she doesn't like to give anything.... Oops, she says she honors us all with her presence and that's the best present of all. I stand corrected.

8. Favorite pattern:  We all like the criss cross pattern of the window screen. If you stare at it long enough, it becomes invisible!

   9. Favorite day of the week:  We all like Sundays best because that's when The Monk comes to visit us.

  10. Favorite flowers:  Buffy and I all like the jasmine that grows outside the kittchen window, especially in the evenings. Timmy and Bambi like the Alstromeria. But, Mom can't bring them in the house anymore because they eat them!

Our friends Milo and Alfie did this on their blog and said we could do the same. And if you haven't already done it, go ahead and let us know you did. That way we all get to know each other better!

Jul 29, 2011

Kitty Cat Tea Party

The Royal Tea Party was a success! The table was set with all our favorite pieces.

The table cloth was hand embroidered by Grandma Deane. Notice the lovely kittens!

You will notice our favorite tea pot was in attendance, flanked by her two blue kitty creamers. As everyone knows, you never can have enough cream in your catnip tea!

We each chose our own favorite tea cups to adorn the table.

And as you can see, CATNIP, fresh from the garden!!!

Timmy, the Timid. was first to inspect the delights of our table, but as you will soon learn, the poor boy does not have the nose, nor the palate to have a gourmand's appreciation of catnip, neither straight, dried, nor as liquid refreshment.

He is strange that way. Don't you think?

Whoever heard of a cat that does not enjoy partaking of catnip, especially when fresh from one's own garden?

Nor, because of his awkward shyness, did he care to partake of our company.

A travesty, I say! Oh, what a queen has to put up with these days! Our youth have no manners!

Therefore he left the tea party early and took his cream privately as he is wont to do. Poor boy!

Perhaps, being a gangly boy cat, he is too young for such goings on.

Though you would never know he is still a kit from the size of him!

He towers over us all! We are sure you can tell just by looking at the picture. Yes?

As he grows older and gains some social graces, we are quite sure he will develop into a quality gentlemanly cat of breeding.

Needless to say, it was just the three of us attending the festivities.

My Liege, the dark and handsome, Ninja, there on the left in the picture.

Our little Princess Buffy, the Bampire Flayer, on the right.

She is growing up so fast. Don't you think? Hardly a kitten anymore. And such good manners. Just look at her dainty little cup. She took such lady like little sips

And of course, your Royal Highness, Moi.

Jul 19, 2011

Cat on Window Screen

This is our friend, John's Cat. His name is Tommy. He was rescued a few months back after John's cat, Cosmo, went to the bridge. (RIP Cosmo). Tommy is full of mischief! He lives in Florida and has lots of interesting things to watch, like lizards, for instance! He likes to wait until John is asleep and then Tommy goes through the kitchen cupboards. We are sure he must be inspecting to make sure there are no bugs in there. What a good watch cat Tommy is!  He likes to hang out at the top of the window screen. Perhaps he can get a better view of the birds that way, or perhaps an insect was taunting him. What a super cat Tommy is! We just love that jet plane on Tommy's chest. Maybe he just wants to fly! He's a handsome boy cat! Dontcha think?

Jul 17, 2011

Eyebrow Cat

The repair man came to the house. He took one look at Timmy and said, "Wow! That cat has eyebrows! I've never seen a cat with eyebrows before!"

It's funny. Because we never noticed. 
What do you think? Does Timmy have eyebrows?

Jul 8, 2011

Queen Bambi Requests Your Presence

YOU are cordially invited 
to attend 
an exclusive Kitty Kat Tea Party
to welcome the arrival of 
HRH Prince William 
HRH Princess Kate 
to California

Event: Royal High Tea
Time: 4:00 PM
Venue: Kitchen Table
Hosted by:
HRH Queen Bambi of Carita Court
Watsonville, California


Catnip Tea
Seafood Scones
Clotted Cream
Catmint Jelly

Please RSVP

Jul 5, 2011

The British Are Coming! The British Are Coming!

Queen Bambi has just learned that her illustrious royal cousins, Prince William and his lovely wife are presently visiting Canada and will soon be heading down to the great state of California, where we live.

Queen Bambi is very excited about this and looking forward to having our cousins dropping by for tea.

I am concerned for my Queen's sake. She was so disappointed when they didn't invite her to their big shebang, their wedding. And I hope they will deign to have tea with her. You know how sensitive my Queen is. I don't want her feelings hurt if they don't show up!

I just wish I had connections to make sure such an arrangement could be made. Otherwise this coming week could be disastrous, not only for Queen Bambi but for all of us.

We have had quite a time soothing her from the ravages of all the fireworks that were "bursting in air" the last two days. She finally ran up into the closet and hid herself in my army tent. Needless to say I spent an uncomfortable night without the comfort of my own cot.

Don't purrsons know that those loud noises hurt our ears and shock us? You should have seen the birds yesterday in the midst of all the racket. They were not nesting quietly in their trees, but flying around very disturbed squeaking and squawking their terror. They haven't yet come to the bird feeders yet today, either.

Jul 4, 2011

Independence Day Cats

Last night was pretty scary an' we are so glad we are inside cats! For many hours we heard loud crackling an' popping noises an' some big booms, almost like thunder, too! Me an' Buffy sure wondered what was going on.

Queen Bambi say when she was a outside kitten she remember those days when the crackling an' banging happenened. She say she ran everywhere an' could not get away from those loud noises. She even got lost an' had to find her way home. She feel much safer now living here wiff Mom an' the rest of us.

Ninja told me an' Buffy not be worry. Is a way that purrsons celebrate something' important called Independence Day.

It's the birffday of America. This is the country where we live. That's what Ninja say. We like birffdays!

But, we didn't understand 'bout the loud noises. After all, there are lotsa important days an' dere are not all those bangs an' bams going on.

I guess we still has lots to learn.

Tonight, Ninja says, it will be much more exciting. He say if we sit in the window, we will see something very pretty called fireworks. They are like many bright colored flying bugs, only more better, he say.

We have never seen such a thing! We loves watching bugs (an' catching them, too)! We can hardly waits to see them fireworks!

May 18, 2011

Cone of Shame!

 This is Trouble, otherwise known as Tribble.

He's had a bit of surgery on his tail, but he keeps biting at the stitches so he's now a Cone Head!  

Oh for shame!

We has a furrend who is going through the same thing. 
You can visit Abigail's site and find out what happened

May 13, 2011

Furry Paws Slap Down!

In the left corner, Mr. Timid Timmy (previously known as Spyder) versus Little Sister, Buffy the Bampire Flayer in the right corner. Timmy is defending his little bed beneath the nearby table.

To enhance your viewing pleasure, click on the symbol at the bottom right to enlarge the view. Have your volume turned on to hear the sound track.

Apr 30, 2011

Day of Remembrance

Today we light a candle in remembrance of all the kitties who have crossed over the bridge and especially for the Dowager Queen, Keli, who started this blog. She was twenty human years old when she left this world. We know our Mom still misses her, but we are keeping her busy, making her and The Monk happy, and giving them love.

We also are remembering Jeffery, the Fire Cat, who was rescued from a terrible forest fire when he was about fifteen years old. He had a snaggly tooth and kidney disease and heart problems but he lasted another 2 years living with Keli in her last days. Jeffery missed her so much that even though Mom and The Monk brought home Ninja to keep him company, Jeffery passed over the bridge six months after Keli did.

And we want to include a special human friend, Justin who is no longer with us since last Wednesday. We can feel Mom's sadness so strongly. Justin was a cousin and dear friend to the X Man, too. We know that Justin loved cats, so perhaps he will meet up with Keli and Jeffery and they can welcome him and he can give them our remembrance and love.

Last but not least, on behalf of The Monk we especially want to remember all the kitties and other pets and critters who crossed over the bridge so suddenly when the Tsunami swept them away.  We know the Monk lost family and friends in that terrible tragedy and we know his heart is sad. May there be healing in Japan.

Apr 29, 2011

Cats on the Fridge

Timmy and Queen Bambi hiding up on the fridge.

Mar 18, 2011

Remembering the Dowager Queen

Missing Keli

Still in your mother's womb, the vet said you were dead. He was wrong, and you were born into my hands. I knew from that moment, I would be yours. You would be mine. I sang to you, "Oh, My Darling, Clementine."

I miss your perfect tufted ears, and sweet wet nose. I miss your sweet apple face, short munchkin legs, and soft fur, miss your firm little body sitting on my chest, the weight of your wisdom seeping into my heart.

Your body lies buried outside the door, but my heart does not rest. Your presence is not in the garden. I know your spirit is not there.

The catnip patch is lonely for you. The leaky faucet calls your name in the middle of the night. Your friend, the hummingbird, sits on his branch, bereft.

I searched the clouds for a sign, like the time we saw your form there. I looked for you in my dreams, but you were not there. I went to the Rainbow Bridge to seek you out, but could not find you.

Are you in the arms of the angels? Are you purring your songs across the universe? Are you right beside me, but I cannot see?

Help me find some comfort, precious Keli. Take my broken heart into your angel paws. Tickle me again with your whiskers in the dark lonely nights. Take my crying eyes, and lick my tears like before.

You gave me strength to get through those painful years when I was sick. Remember? You pounced on me when I stopped breathing. Remember the time you woke me before the fire got too big? I remember, you warned me when the big dog entered the house.

I remember riding in the car with you sniffing the air when we came down the mountain. It was then, you knew we had arrived, finally home. I remember those times I couldn't take you with me. Loud meows scolding me. Remember? You turned tail on me with nose in the air, slinking beneath my reached out hand. How dare I leave you behind? You hid in the closet while I searched. I wanted to pet you, to love you, to have you in my arms again. How quickly you forgave me. Remember?

I was in awe of how much you loved water. Soaking wet as you stood under the sprinkler to drink! On the edge of the bathtub, you sat, temperature testing. Remember the time you fell in, my dear?

You were my best friend twenty years. Your eyes spoke to me of devotion, disdain, humor and love.You gave me healing and blessings.

I feel your spirit all around me, now.

I will pass through time with you in my heart.

Feb 27, 2011

What the Kitty Doesn't Like

We hope you will enjoy this kitty song

Feb 21, 2011


Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges.
Cats have the courage to live by them.
Jim Davis

Feb 7, 2011


There is, incidentally, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person.

~~~ Dan Greenberg
author of
Never Trust a Cat Who Wears Earrings
and 71 other books

Jan 17, 2011

Starving Cat Needs Help!

Everyone took my New Year's resolution to heart and now I'm so sorry I made one. I regret it and wish I could take it back, erase it from memory!

I'm starving to death here! Do you understand? Starving! I weighed 13 pounds and now I weigh 11 pounds. Can you imagine it? And still everyone calls me a fat cat!

Admittedly, I have a low hanging pouch, and Queen Bambi says I waddle when I walk, and I still cannot leap to the bedroom window sill to watch the birds. Who wants to watch those dumb old birds, anyway?

Mama-san took me at my word and is "helping" me to lose weight. She put one feeder in the guest bedroom filled with diet cat food. She expects Bambi and me to eat it. Well, at first it tasted great and no matter how much I gobble, I get to feeling quite weak in the paws.

The feeder for Spyder and Buffy is in the other room. Mama-san made sure that we can't get to it by pushing it up against the wall and setting other objects in front of it too tight for us grown ups to squeeze through. NOT FAIR!!! Those two have the delicious food!

I have complained and complained to both Mama-san and The Monk but neither will relent! Pretty soon, I will waste away to skin and bones! Oh, woe is me!

Morning Meows

Ninja woke me up this morning nudging and meowing. He has a very distinctive meow. It's what I call a baritone. If he were a human (heaven forbid!) he would be one of those big guys with the deep resonant booming voice that no matter how much he might try to lower the volume, the actual tonal quality still vibrates the soul. Ninja's meowing is not to be ignored!

He can be quite the gentleman cat and very patient. He approaches me first on one side of the bed, "Meow".

I turn over. "Umph... go'way, Ninja."

He stands there a moment staring a hole through my eyelids. I put the pillow over my head. He goes over to the other side of the bed and jumps up so silently (like a ninja) that I don't even realize he is there until his cold nose meets mine. Sneaky guy!

"Get down, Ninja!" He walks away, making sure I feel him do so. I relax a moment and start to drift off again. He gives me plenty of time to believe I am dreaming. Then from the doorway, in his best sing-song opera style.....  MEEEEE-OOOOOW!

I think to myself, "I don't want him to think he can DEMAND I wake up and get out of bed JUST to feed him!"  So, I leisurely slide out of bed, acting like I am totally ignoring him. In fact, I pretend I don't even know he is standing there patiently in the hallway. My feet go in my slippers, my robe on my shoulders and I head to the bathroom to do what we all do in there first thing in the morning. I even close the door so he can't follow me in. "Oh, sorry Ninja. I didn't see you..." again speaking to myself inside my head. And, "Were you waiting for moi?" when I exit. Of course he was.

This is now the tricky part. How do I get in the kitchen without having the army of cats living in my house come in for the onslaught? I could say I don't. But believe it or not, the others are not interested in Ninja's strange feeding habits that he has so successfully trained me to observe. Well, except for Buffy da Bampire Flayer. She is interesting in seeing what's going on with Ninja's diet. She wants to sniff it and sometimes taste it. But, the truth is they all get the same food and though she keeps suspecting Ninja might be getting something superior, she walks away disgusted, leaving him to munch in peace.

Ninja has lost his patience with me when we enter the kitchen. Though he only meows once when I am putting the water on to make my tea. The instant I have completed that arduous task he ramps up the volume. Have you ever seen one of those cartoons where a character is shouting at another and they make it look like a big wind is blowing down the other character. Of course you have. That's how it is with Ninja at this point.

He can meow in three octaves all at once. His vocalizations travel throughout the scale of  Baritone, Bass and throw in a bit of tenor. Once in a while there is a quality of unexpected mezzo-soprano.

I try not to rush. I know he is commanding me, "HURRY UP! FEED ME! NOW!

But, I remain cool as a cucumber, though my spine is vibrating! It's like having a screaming infant in distress underfoot! I reach into the bag of Blue Buffalo cat food, grab a bit, (not too much or he'll swallow it whole) and nonchalantly take the bowl out of the cupboard.

I am fortunate that Ninja minds his manners, unlike my other cats, and does not jump up on the counter. Whoever had him those first seven years of his life before I adopted him instilled in him the law that counter jumping is a crime. So, I am saved the discomfort of having to discourage him from interrupting my bowl fetching.

However.... his incessant "NOW!  NEOW!!  NEOW!!!" wins of course and I bow down to his greatness and place my offering before him.

Ahhhh...... Silence is golden.

crunch... munch... crunch... crunch... munch... crunch... munch...crunch... munch...

Jan 13, 2011

Stormy Weather

We had a tremendous thunderstorm the other night. Mind you... we do NOT get thunder and lightning with our rain around here. *sigh... I miss it* But, it was a HUMDINGER! I was in seventh heaven. I had the bedroom window open a bit so I could hear better. But, then. All of a sudden...a flash of lightning and BOOOOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOOOOM!

It shook the house! Just for second I wondered if we might have had an earthquake at the same time as thunder. Then I thought for sure a tree in the backyard had been hit by lightning.

Buffy, my youngest kitty, had been asleep in her little kitty tent on top of the armoire in the corner next to the window. That little girl FLEW! Her feet did not touch the armoire, did not pass go. She landed in the complete opposite corner of the room down by the closet. If the door had been open she would have been inside it. She crouched down and looked terrified. I never saw a cat vibrate in fear.

Jan 8, 2011

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

She tore that vampire bat apart. She is so fierce, my little kitten sister. She is so brave, she even chases Queen Bambi and Ninja, too. She not afraid when Ninja growls and hisses. She just walk right up to him close as she can and act all innocent like. My little sister is more than a Sissy, better than a Sissy! Because that name... Sissy... don't fit her at all, 'cause she ain't no scaredy sissy cat. She even beat up Mr. Bear with her ferocious back foots! None of us can even go near Mr. Bear 'cause he scare us.

She so smart, too. She know how ta play mousie better than me! Really! Even though I bigger than her and older than her, she already know how to take the mousie over to Mommy so her can throw it for her, and then she bring it back. Do you know how long it took me to train Mommy to do that? And she talks to Mommy all the time with her purry sing-song voice. And Mommy talks back to her the same way. And she know how to worm her way into Mommy's heart just perfect, too!

I just loves my little sister kitten! We all do, even Ninja! So, we kept deciding on a new name for her, a name that fit her better. Cause that how to name a cat, is to look at them purrsonality. We thought of all kind of warrior queen cat names, but none was right. Then her went into our toybox and pulled out that scary vampire bat from Halloween that we don't like ta play with. She toss in air and kill it good and tear off it wings and head. She is wild child! And Ninja, he so impressed he let her take a nap with him!

So, that's why we are now calling her Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. But, mostly we just call her Buffy. Guess what! We found out that the name Buffy is a nickname. It is another name for Elizabeth. You probably already know that is da name of our Mommy. So, it kinda funny we name her Buffy.

Jan 4, 2011

The Queen's Birthday

Last month was my birthday, but did anyone notice? No! How could the most auspicious day of a Queen's life go unnoticed? Easy!!!

You see, I’m a Christmouse Eve baby. And because the world has a long-standing tradition of celebrating Christmouse on Christmouse Eve, I've never really had a special day that was just for me. On December 24th, the actual day of my birth, effurryone was always so busy preparing for and celebrating Christmouse that sometimes, it would be late in the evening before I heard those all-too-familiar words, “Oh, I almost forgot. Happy Birthday.”

So here I was this last birthday and it was a non-event! I waited patiently on the table for Mom to come home from visiting her family, and I waited patiently for her to acknowledge my birthday, but obviously she forgot!!!

The other day I was sitting in the window watching the birds when I overheard the dogs next door. They were right beside the fence. I heard them discussing a marvelous park nearby where their Mom takes them for walks. It has been sooooo long since I have been out in nature, I craved to go to that park. So, every chance I get, I head for the door whenever anybuddy comes in or goes out. I wasn't very lucky untii today.

 Woo Hoo! Freedom!!! I have to admit the park was a couple blocks away and I'm not in good shape having gained quite a bit of weight since I've been here. So, I was quite breathless when I got there. Oh... but the scents of the place were wonderful. The green grass felt heavenly beneath my paws (yes, we have grass here in California) and the dirt. Oh the dirt was absolutely heavenly. I cast my fates to the wind and allowed myself the indulgence of my younger years and just rolled in that dirt until I was unrecognizable. I even found something delicious to eat.

Unfortunately, I couldn't help but hear Mom calling me and I knew she was getting frantic by the tone of her voice and the vibrations she sent out through the neighborhood. So I went back home much to her great appreciation. Now that's all I really wanted for my birthday. Love and appreciation!

Jan 1, 2011

Can a Cat Propose?

I, Ninja Panther Moonrose, hereby propose my New Year's Resolutions:

1. I shall lose weight.
How I will do this, I don't know. Mama-San has already put the kitten's automatic feeder in a position so tight against the wall, and behind a terrarium that I can't quite get to it! Besides, when I try to squeeze behind there, she reminds me with a squirt of her water pistol to get out of there. She is so helpful! But, my own feeder is freely available to me at any time day or night. It's full of diet cat food, the best that money can buy, I've been told. That being the case, you would think I would lose weight. But, here I am at 14 pounds, that's one full stone in UK weight. I know there are others who might weigh this much normally, but I'm a small bone ninja cat. My full grown up body weight when I was adopted was 11 pounds.... (.78 stone) You would think that with our new little baby kitten hanging around here and chasing me all the time, all that exercise would get rid of those extra love handles (my cat pouch)

2. I shall make every endeavor to exercise
The best way I know how to do this is to go outside like I did when I was young and fit. Jumping fences, tormenting the dogs to chase me, leaping after birds, hunting mouses. You know, stuff like that. But, that's hard to accoomplish when Mama-San keeps the doors and windows locked all the time. And since The Monk installed those cat proof window screens, I can no longer successfully open them no matter how I try! Not fair!

3. I shall help our new baby kitten to grow up healthy.
I already help her by cleaning out her bowl of nice wet food when she walks away. We don't want her to eat stale food, now, do we?

4. I shall continue to protect and serve Her Royal Highness, Queen Bambi.
I guess I should have made this one first and foremost. huh?

5. I will continue to educate that stubborn and slow minded boycat, Spyder, in kitty martial arts.
What more can I say. Self explanatory!

6. I will respect Mama-San by not putting my open claws in her lap.
She always screeches when I do it, so I don't think she likes it! Though sometimes I can't help myself. She's got a good cat pouch growing and it just invites me to dig into it. You know what I mean?

7. I will continue to enthusiastically greet the Monk whenever he calls on the telephone and push my face right up into the receiver to guarantee that he hears me.
I shall do this because he likes it, plus all his friends who hear him on the phone talking to me, realize I'm one pawsome cat

8. I will greet the Monk at the door and walk around between his legs in order to help him when he is bringing in his luggage.
I understand this helps him considerably to keep his balance.

9. I will test out all the kitty beds in the house, even if they already belong to somecat else.
After all, my bed is all the way in the back guest room and too much trouble to get to. And this keeps everyone in suspense and they need the tension! ...What?!!!

 10. I will jump up on the bed between the Monk and Mama-San just as soon as they get comfortable, and roll all over them so that they can enjoy the inexplicable honor of petting me and rubbing my belly.

They like to do that the best and I am willing to accommodate them. In fact I wake them up in the middle of the night to allow them to do so every chance I get. I don't understand why they keep putting me out of the room.

This is a pretty impressive New Year's resolution plan. Don't you think? What are yours?