DOWAGER QUEEN

Luggage Cat

2011-11-26T17:30:00.000-08:00

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.

Buffy Hogs the Catnip Mat

2011-11-19T14:55:00.000-08:00

She sure has grown! Not a kitten anymore!

2011-11-11T12:31:00.000-08:00

This cool cat store actually exists.

The store is called The Cat House.

It is located at 102 Fifth Street, Charlottesville, VA 22902 USA

The phone number is: 434-984-2287

The picture above was posted originally at http://icanhascheezburger.com

The Cat's Favorites

2011-08-01T13:12:00.000-07:00

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!

Kitty Cat Tea Party

2011-07-29T20:44:00.000-07:00

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.

Cat on Window Screen

2011-07-19T01:42:00.000-07:00

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?

Eyebrow Cat

2011-07-17T12:08:00.000-07:00

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?

Queen Bambi Requests Your Presence

2011-07-08T19:17:00.000-07:00

YOU are cordially invited

to attend

an exclusive Kitty Kat Tea Party

to welcome the arrival of

HRH Prince William

and

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

Menu

Catnip Tea

Seafood Scones

Clotted Cream

Catmint Jelly

Please RSVP

The British Are Coming! The British Are Coming!

2011-07-05T14:42:00.000-07:00

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.

Independence Day Cats

2011-07-04T13:53:00.000-07:00

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!

Cone of Shame!

2011-05-18T14:53:00.000-07:00

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

http://abigailsroamings.blogspot.com/

Furry Paws Slap Down!

2011-05-13T13:56:00.000-07:00

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.

Day of Remembrance

2011-04-30T04:06:00.000-07:00

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.

Cats on the Fridge

2011-04-29T11:53:00.000-07:00

Timmy and Queen Bambi hiding up on the fridge.

Remembering the Dowager Queen

2011-03-18T00:25:00.000-07:00

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.

What the Kitty Doesn't Like

2011-02-27T00:28:00.000-08:00

We hope you will enjoy this kitty song

Catation

2011-02-21T01:57:00.000-08:00

Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges.

Cats have the courage to live by them.

Jim Davis

Catation

2011-02-07T03:04:00.000-08:00

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

Starving Cat Needs Help!

2011-01-17T16:00:00.000-08:00

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!

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

2011-01-08T05:20:00.000-08:00

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.

The Queen's Birthday

2011-01-04T05:10:00.000-08:00

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!

Can a Cat Propose?

2011-01-01T12:44:00.000-08:00

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?

Ninja's New Year's Resolution

2010-12-31T02:37:00.000-08:00

As any respectable ninja, I take care of my body. I practice meditation, yoga and Aikido. That is... I used to! When I lived in Pacific Grove with my dog Sensei Master 's they gave me plenty of aerobic exercise to do. (Mostly they chased me.) I was a finely honed specimen of feline sinew and muscle, as I am sure you can tell by looking at my photo. I was in prime condition. RIght?

But, things changed! When I first arrived, there was only Jeffery. He was quite an elderly gentleman cat, a forester, and had incredible tales of life in the wild. Certainly believable by the state of his missing teeth and scrawny appearance. Though not a martial artist like myself, he could throw a resounding sneaky punch that left me airless! Being a gentlemancat, I did not retaliate.

I understood right away when introduced to Jeffery that he was depressed and had not been eating. No wonder he was so skinny! So when I came along, suddenly Jeffery's appetite was back. There's nothing like a good competition between mancats, you know! Mama-san was feeding him a lot of food, as much as he could eat, so he would gain weight. And naturally, without my dog Sensei Master's to discipline me in my ninja exercise program, I became lazy, I mean... more meditative, that is. Since Jeffery was generous, I ate freely at his bowl, and have admittedly the sinew has become saggy, the muscles have become muffled, the finely honed has become hunky-chunky. Well, again, I'm sure you can tell just by looking at my photo.

So today, in front of the whole world, this most humble Ninja will do the most inscrutable correct thing. I have now made my New Year Resolution to shape up!

Our First Video

2010-12-30T19:34:00.000-08:00

Welcome Home Baby Sister

2010-12-29T00:48:00.000-08:00

I was in da front window on guard and watching. When they got here, I was already to greet, but dey was carrying big things and being noisy so I slithered off to the laundry room to wait and see.

Mommy came in and saw me. I was mad at her and wouldn't let her love on me cos she took my little baby sister away. Next thing I know she puts me into the spare room! How do you like that? Then she put Ninja and Bambi in there wif me. We was shocked. That no way to greet us! So we lay down while they go in and out of house unloading car.

After a while, I listen at door and still I hear them bringing stuff inside from da car. I think ta myself it a good idea to be inside spare room ta keep us safe. She don't want us ta run away. Just before Mommy left the other day, we all went outside. We couldn't help it! Ninja pried open da door. And you know how tempting that is. Oh but we were so naughty to do that! We even went out past the Gazebo. So, no wonder Mommy put us in the spare room. I so sorry we do that cos then we has to have our paws all washed off of muddy stuff.

After Mom and X and The Lady brought in all the stuff, then let us out of the room and there was my little Sista coming outta her pink carrier! Oh boy, I was so happy ta see her! I loves her so much! I so glad she home now. I gonna let her beat me up as much as her wants!

Cats Home Alone!

2010-12-28T13:22:00.000-08:00

Leaving us home alone to fend for ourselves, some would say is unconscionable. But, we were not entirely alone as Neighbor Girl and the Monk came to visit for a while each day.

Yes, that meant we didn't get to see Mom, but that was fine with me as she had taken my new little princess with her, the one that Spyder is calling Sissy. I have not deigned to give her a proper name, yet. Unkind of me? No, it must be a carefully thought out process.

I was able to get in some valuable beauty sleep and escape the ravages and energy of my little princess. Bless her young innocent heart. I miss her while she is away with Mom, but truly she is a paw full. Even with my faithful minion, Ninja and loyal young boycat, Spyder, to give her attention, it can be exhausting to play chase with her all day. I'm sure you know what I mean if you have ever had a young kitten in your home.

I have some wonderful pictures that my dear liege, Ninja, has taken of me in my various stages of repose. I'm sure you can see how well rested this royal purrsonage looks. The first is on Mom's pillow while she is away. The second is under the lamp. I stay there when it automatically illuminates. And, of course, when The Monk is here, I've got the best place in the house! He looks so happy to love me. Doesn't he?

Cats Left Alone!!!

2010-12-28T01:21:00.000-08:00

It's so frustrating being without the computer. Don't you think so? Mama-San left a few days ago and took it with her, much to our dismay! And if we hadn't seen it with our own eyes we might have thought Little Sister had been kitnapped!!!

They went to see the relatives down south far away and left us behind.

Neighbor Girl came over the first day to console us, but Queen Bambi was having none of it. She was worried about her little princess kitten. She just wouldn't come out to say hello, until Neighbor Girl brought in a large bouquet of fresh grown catnip to help her forget her worries. Good thing we have plenty of it in our garden!

Spyder was so lonesome for Little Sister that Queen Bambi took pity on him and kissed his head. "There, there," she said, "Mom will bring her back soon! Don't cry." She offered him some of her catnip but he was not interested in it at all. He is one of those cats who don't have a taste for it. They say it is genetic. I guess I am going to have to work with that boy! Just the same, all the more for me and Bambi.

The next day the Monk came to hang out with us. He gave treats to us all and fed the fish in the aquarium. Bambi and Spyder really enjoy helping with the fish, and sampling the water a bit, too.

I always help myself to catnip whenever it is offered, but don't go Lady Ga Ga over it the way Bambi does. I enjoy watching the fish, but as a proper Ninja, I do not overindulge. Besides, fish live in a VERY wet world!!! In a way, I think it was a very good thing that Mama-San went away. After all, that gave me constant access to the feeders, and I consoled myself there often. And when the Monk came over to take care of us, he gave me extra special attention because he loves me best!

There! I've said it! He loves me best!

New Little Sis Pix

2010-12-22T12:42:00.000-08:00

Hey... it's Ninja Cat here. I've got pix of our new little girl for you. She is such a smart little kitten. She just watches one of us for a few times and before you know it, she accomplishes what it took forever for us to learn. Here she is up on top of the book case. Spyder dared her to climb and she did. He didn't think she would because he's grown big enough to hog the shelf. But, she just climbed right over him.

You might have noticed that I don't call her Sissy. That's because she is no sissy girl. I think she knows that too. She doesn't pay any attention to Mama-San when she calls her Sissy. Well, just look at how she didn't hesitate to leave Spyder behind and leaped up to the closet shelf.

Our intrepid thumbed baby had a goal. She had seen our Queen, Bambi enter the closet and hide out in her cube. Mama-San has it safely attached to the shelf so it wont fall over. You can only see Bambi's royal backside as she realizes our little "Sista", (as Spyder calls her sometimes), investigates Bambi's sacred space.

Mama-San took lots of pictures of their encounter, but they were poking at each other so quickly that those pix are only a blur. It wasn't until our Royal Highness left her cube so Sissy could move in, before things calmed down. Bambi just can't believe she was ousted by her little princess.

Little Thumb Girl investigates the cube. Notice that thumb. Will you? She's an amazing princess kitten. Don't you think? Maybe she should be named Polly, because she is a polydactyl cat. And just to let you know she hasn't fully taken over Queen Bambi's cube. We are all taking turns now thanks to the princess taking over. Thank you little girl!

Royal Cat Decree from Queen Bambi

2010-12-12T17:14:00.000-08:00

I hereby proclaime that whether the Queen is sick or not, she shall not be hunted down like a common criminal and be forced to have that nasty, disgusting medicine put down her delicate throat!!! (Cough! Cough!)

Those who endeavor to disobey this law, shall be terrorized, and threatened by this hissed off cat! And shall be avoided like the plague from which you should suffer! (Oh, where are those dead rats when I need them?)

Be prepared to face my wrath! (sneeze... cough... sniffle... mew?)

No, No No! You can't catch me! I wont have it. You understand me? I wont have it!!! I will hide and sneak away faster than you can imagine.

Hunt me down, will you? I'm smarter than any purrson. Do you think for one minute I cannot outsmart you? Puny hooman! (Ah-Choo!!!)

Even if I am coughing so loud I can't hear myself think, I know you are trying to sneak up on me so you can give me that putris.

Think you for an instant that I cannot read your mind?

This is no way to treat your Queen!!! Where is your respect and reverence for me?

No matter how high I am hiding, I will get away from you long before you get that ladder out and try to climb up to me! (Cough! Choke! Gag!)

No matter what low you crawl on your hands and knees to shimmy your hulk under the bed, I am laughing at you all the way up over your back, and down your legs leaving my scratch tracks behind me.

Don't you realize yet, that you wont win? Must I bite you to prove my point? (Growwwwl! Hissssss!!!)

If I felt better I would claw my way through that cat proof window screen and run away from home!

And don't you think for one second that you are going to lure me into that cozy travel carrier again!

I shall not permit you to take me to that so-called Better-inarian! He doesn't make me feel better one iota!!!

In fact, if you will remember correctly, he assaulted me with his thermometer and you stood right there holding me down and helped him!

You are a partner in the crimes against the Crown! You are nothing but a low down Traitor! (Meooooow!!!!)

Have you never heard of Patient's Rights? HOW DARE YOU!!! (Sigh! Cough! Cough!)

Please pet me?

Cats can get "Kennel Cough" - Feline bordetella

2010-12-12T00:03:00.000-08:00

Feline bordetella is a contagious respiratory infection of cats. The symptoms of the disease can be mistaken for a wide variety of other upper respiratory illness in cats or can be overlooked entirely.

What Causes Feline Bordetella Infection?

Feline bordetella is caused by the bacteria bordetella bronchiseptica. The virus is transmitted in the saliva and respiratory secretions on infected animals. Some cats are carriers of the illness, shedding bacteria without showing any signs of illness. Carriers can transmit the infection to other cats by sharing of food and water bowls, mutual grooming, and sneezing or coughing. Crowded or stressed conditions such as those found at animal shelters, catteries, show competitions, can provide ideal conditions for transmission of the illness. Bordetella can also be transmitted from dogs to cats.

Research data indicates that exposure in the feline population is approximately twenty-five percent. But that risk is increased in those cats that are in frequent contact with other cats.

As high as eighty percent of cats are at risk if they are a part of multi-cat homes, or are boarded, or come from catteries or shelters (any situation where they are around a large group of cats).

Symptoms of Feline Bordetella Infection

Signs of feline bordetella usually begin within five days of exposure and include:

    * sneezing
    * fever
    * nasal discharge
    * swollen and enlarged lymph nodes under the lower jaw
    * rales (specific lung sounds that come from the presence of fluid)

Information from: Feline Bordetella Explained

Note: An intranasal bordetella vaccine is available for cats This is much safer than injectable vaccines.

Ninja and the Tasmanian Devil Kitten

2010-12-11T02:29:00.000-08:00

Hi, Ninja here... We've had entirely too much going on around here. First Miss E brings home a kitten, then we find out the kitten is sick, then Spyder got sick, then our Queen, Bambi got sick. I don't believe I'll get sick. I will use my Ninja powers to keep well.

It's too bad I couldn't teach Spyder those methods, but he just doesn't pay attention. You know how it is when a cat is going through his teen age times. Right?

I was quite disgusted when Miss E brought that kitten home. I knew she was in that bathroom even though she never made a peep. I could hear her breathing, and of course, her kitten scent permeated my well trained ninja nose.

I decided to not be friends with the kit, but it has become unavoidable.

Even though I tell her in no uncertain terms, she totally ignores my growls, and insists on playing with my tail! I have to leave the room and everyone laughs at me, calling me a wuss, afraid of a kitten. Of course, it's not true. A ninja must maintain his honor!

Personally, I think I might be able to take her on as a willing apprentice. The only thing is, the kit is all thumbs! I kid you not. She's got thumbs!

Though her colors are not ninja colors. Her calico, tortie colors would give good camouflage. It might take a while to teach her how to control her Chi as she is all over the place. Good thing she has the three of us to chase and play with.

She is like a Tasmanian Devil! She never settles down!

And when she does, she thinks nothing of sleeping in our own personal spaces, even though she has her own special place. She sleeps there too. Plus, she evens sleeps on top of Miss E!

Sissy keeps referring to Miss E as Mommy. I guess the kit doesn't know any better. But, she gets confused when we say Miss E. So we have decided for all of us to call her Mommy.

I'm not going to be comfortable with it. After all, I'm too old for that! I think it would be more respectful if I call her Mama-san.

Once Spyder, and Bambi all get well, I think life around here is going to be quite a bit more interesting from now on!

A Royal Proclamation from Queen Bambi

2010-12-09T03:06:00.000-08:00

It is I, Queen Bambi, here to announce the addition to our population the young Princess Angelica. I am permitting her to be a Princess because she can never become a Queen and dethrone me. I made sure she was worthy of the position by ignoring her totally when she arrived and watched her carefully from my closet boudoir. I must admit she has a privileged aura about her that will befit her royal station.

She is a pretty thing, I assure you, a calico-tortie I believe. Makes me think of the Dowager Queen, for whom this blog is named. (as already noted by our friends, Milo and Alfie) Our little miss was named Angelica by the shelter from whence she came, but we wont be addressing her thus. She is a cute young thing and I have cast my vote to re-name her Angel. But, Spyder insists on calling her "Sista", and now Miss E has picked up on calling her Sissy.

Now as long as we are changing names around here, we are acquiescing to little Sissy's name for Miss E which is Mommy. I'm a bit uncomfortable with it myself. So unbeffitting one of my rank. Don't you think? But, for the sake of our little girl, I will refer to Mommy so as not to confuse her.

Sissy isn't afraid of anything. She's a little Tasmanian Devil, and a whirlwind around the house. She's quick as a flash from one room to the other. The more her energy increased, the less Spyder's did. After he took ill, I came out to place with the little girl. After all she needed someone to play with.

All Ninja could do was growl at her. She took it like a trooper and shrugged her little shoulders at him. She keeps a respectful attitude, but I see she is bringing Ninja out of his shell and he actually was sleeping on the bed near to her this evening! I was greatly relieved. Now, Perhaps Ninja can take on some of the kitten sitting responsibility around here. I am certainly feeling under the weather and devoid of patience with Sissy right now. She has completely taken over my closet boudoir! Who knew one so tiny could leap up to the closet shelf like that. She watched me do it one time, only, and next thing you know she was in there playing with the ribbons. You see what I mean about her being a Tasmanian Devil? Feisty thing! Oh this is going to be interesting to see how she will liven up the boys!

As queen, I must not let my subjects know I am tired and cold and sneezing. Except for my brief sojourn at the keyboard I have taken to hiding beneath the blankets pushed up to Miss E's warm plumply thigh. (correction: Mommy)

Baby Sister and Sick Kitty

2010-12-08T00:35:00.000-08:00

My little baby sista has a name sombuddy gave her at the shelter. Miss E asked me what's her name, but I know her means da name us kitty's is gonna call her. Since her shelther name is Angelica, we might let her keep it, since her is a angel baby. But, I likes ta call her Sista! Maybe Sister Angelica? Or Sissy?

Speakin' of names. Sissy keeps calling Miss E, Mommy. We tol her it's Miss E, but she still calls her Mommy, so me and Ninja and Queen Bambi is tryin' not to confuse Sissy, so we let's her say Mommy, cause she so happy when Mommy pik her ups, her purrs like a machine. So she can calls her Mommy if'n she wants to!

My little Sista, we think she gots a cold. Her keeps on sneezing. Miss E, I mean Mommy called da Shelter and they sed take her to da Vet free. Mommy did that and her tooks me too, cuz I was coffin.

Da nex day, I was coffin more and I dint want ta play wif Sissy no more. She wore me out. I went to hide unnerneath da sofa. Mommy and da Monk couldn't find me until they tipped the sofa upside down. I was jus so tired I dint want ta come out. Good thing they gots me out. I got so sicky yechhy. I were not eatin nothin and den I dint want ta drink no water. I lost a whole pound of weight! I is skinny enuff already, so dat not good. No wonder I felt sicks!

Then I has ta go ta da Vet, too. And dis time it weren't free. Da vet said I has Ton-sill-it-is and enfection. Da medicine da Vet gave for Miss E (I mean Mommy) ta give me dint work, and I had ta go back to da Vet. I had xrays and a shot a anti-biotics. Then dey had ta put water in a tube and put it into my skin at da back of my neck. I really dint like dat at all! Dat costed a whole lot more money. But, I is worth it!

Now I is all better!

Announcing Our New Baby Kitten!!!

2010-12-07T02:53:00.000-08:00

I gots ta tell ya, I'm da happy cat! Can yoo guess why? Nope? Cuz I gots a baby sista!

Dat's right!

Miss E camed home wif a baby sista for me. Well, and for Bambi and Ninja, too. Though, they don't seems ta be as happy 'bout it as me.

I knowed sumpin was up when Miss E came home dat day. She comes home lotsa times wif the scents of other cats on her. Dat's cuz she goes to da shelters where we all once stayed to visit dem cats and kittens waitin' for their forever homes. We is use to her havin' dem tell-tale cat hairs stuk to her clothes. But, when she brought home my new little baby sista, we knew dere was sumpin diffrunt goin on.

First she lock us all in one room, den she puttin sump stuff in da baffroom and we hear her setting up a litter box and opening a can of cat food. How could we not figger it out?

Ninja, him jus pretend him don't know nuttin. Queen Bambi be stickin her nose up in da air and go hide in da closet and dont come down for all day, for two days. In da meantime, I is sittin right dere by da door. I can smell my new little baby sista in dere. I can hears her even tho she tryin ta be quiet.

She scared. And she cold. It was a verry cold night. Den Miss E, she lock us all in the spare room again and bring my little baby sista into her bedroom and put her carrier on da bed to keep her warm. I dint mind at all, but Ninja all grumpy and scrape him nunchuk claws at da door.

Nex morning Miss E comes in our room and forgets to close da dorr behine her and Ninja run to kitchen cuz him wants food. Miss E, she tryin' ta get Bambi outs of da closet, so I sneaks into her bedroom, jumps on da bed and sniffs my little baby sista. She not so scared, but she so lonesome. No more she is wif her other friends and she wonder why she alone. I tell her no worry. She gonna like it here.

Bah Humbug!!!

2010-12-02T12:47:00.000-08:00

And dat's da way we feels about it, too!

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Patty Cat

2010-11-24T11:59:00.000-08:00

We found this most awesome video on a new game we cats can play.

It's called Patty-Cake! It's fun if you play it right!

Check it out!!!

Catation

2010-11-17T00:36:00.000-08:00

I believe in everything until it's disproved.

So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons.

It all exists, even if it's in your mind.

Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?

John Lennon and his Cat 1965

Confident Cat

2010-11-06T00:12:00.000-07:00

In the middle of a world that has always been a bit mad,

the cat walks with confidence.

~~~Rosanne Amberson

Pleasant Dreams

2010-11-05T00:04:00.000-07:00

Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.

~~~Joseph Wood Krutch

Ninja Cat and Friend

2010-11-04T00:26:00.000-07:00

A cat will be your friend, but never your slave.

~~~Theophile Gautier

Cat Meets Bird

2010-11-03T00:09:00.000-07:00

Dis look a lot lyke Queen Bambi. Speshully cos she lykes birdies!

Ninja say that no ordinary bird. Him say thatsa Eagle!

Bambi say dat is a booty full white cat meetin' up wiv da Eagle, cos it look lyke her.

Silly Bambi! Only her is booty full cat!

We all lykes dis LOLz! Dis one made by PasserzBye

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Cat Appreciation Day

2010-10-27T13:11:00.000-07:00

Today is Cat Appreciation Day according to Arm and Hammer. They make cat litter. And we sure appreciate them!

Can Your Cat Do This?

2010-10-20T02:49:00.000-07:00

Ninja's Ninth Birthday Today!!!

2010-10-18T04:48:00.000-07:00

Ninja Panther Moonrose Cat is depressed!!!

How can that be?

It's his birthday.

As Queen, I told him he must deport himself in a manner proper for my Guard and main Royal Advisor. He didn't smile, didn't straighten up, didn't purr. But, he did put on a brave Ninja face.

He refused at first to tell me what's wrong. Why in the world is he depressed on his birthday. Finally, he swallowed his pride and confessed that he didn't consider another year older to be to his advantage. In fact, his retirement from his younger, lithe, muscular, martial artist days are over. He feels therefore his life is over.

He feels he's lost his value as a mancat. He said, even though he knew better, there is an old superstition that a cat's nine lives are up when he becomes nine years old!

I told him in no uncertain terms to straighten up and fly right. Suddenly he laughed and told me he would not be doing any ninja flying techniques ever again.

But, his laugh was light-hearted, and more accepting of himself and his situation.

"After all, Queen Bambi," he said to me, I'm happy to have my forever home and not be in that shelter where my previous people had left me."

I told him I was happy he was here, too.

"And best of all, I am happy to be here living with you and Spyder."

I gave him a nose kiss for that thoughtful remark and wished him a happy ninth birthday.

Hello Kitty House

2010-10-15T18:54:00.000-07:00

We luvs Hello Kitty!

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Terror Under the Blankets

2010-10-11T19:51:00.000-07:00

Bambi be clinging to Miss E all day. Last nite she crawl unnerneeth the cuvvers and snuggle down against Miss E's big warm body. Lucky Bambi! I wishes I could get meh nerve up ta do dat! But, I gets clawstrofobia. Dat what Ninja call it.

Bambi lyke ta spend a lotta time by herself. We always know to not bother her. But, we cants always tell when Bambi hiding unner da blankets. Den we walkin across da bed and accsidently walks rite ober her!

Dis morning Ninja was mindin him own business walkin cross da bed ta go get purry pets from Miss E and step on Queen Bambie tail. I fink it was her tail. She make growl. Ninja stop, look around. I watchin all dis and confuse with wonder. Why blanket made Bambi sound? So, I jump over der ta find out. BIG MISTAKE!!!

Da Bambi blanket let out one big scream and spittin and ebberyfing, and scare Ninja so much, he disappear. Poof! Jus lyke dat!

Then those cuvvers, dey all movin around. I fink dey wants ta play, so I attacks. Den, I know too late is Queen Bambi unner dere and she lyke a big exsploshun! She zip outside dose cuvvers and she let me have it!

Abyssinian Cat

2010-10-07T00:07:00.000-07:00

Dis Abyssinian kitteh onced lived here with Miss E.

Her name is Boo Boo.

Her was da kitteh of Miss E's Mommy.

Her a funny cat. Yes?

Dis LOLz made by Moonrose

How Cats Live Strong

2010-10-02T02:28:00.000-07:00

Ninja tell me ta be serious and think about Live Strong!

Queen Bambi say I gots ta purray fur Live Strong!

Me? I just wants ta CELEBRATE another day of LIVING!!!

What YOO gonna do about LiveStrong Day?

Go see our friend's Milo and Alfie's blog ta finds wot they doin.

They gots effurrybody else's LiveStrong links there, too!

This is emportant! Do it fur me. Huh?

Disorganized Kitty Household

2010-10-01T00:14:00.000-07:00

Hi Effurbuddy, It's me the greatest teenage cat, Spyder!

I say dat coz dat what Miss E call me when I play fetch mousies wiff her. Today playing anyfing was very hard ta do!

Yoo know why? Coz ebery fing is a mess aroun' here!

Miss E, she been changin' eberyfing aroun' here and we don’t know wot end is up! Ebery time we find a place to be comfy, she move it!

Miss E say she is organ-eyesing eberyfing. But, Queen Bambi say it is Diss-organ-eyes!

We was so grateful when Mrs. Helper cames ta visit! She work hard and between da both of dem, they make quick organ-eyes of everyfing that Miss E make a mess.

They move all da big plastic boxes outta da closet. Now I don't have no place ta hide! They move da table I lyke ta lay under right outta da house. I don't know whare it went!

And all da bookcases from all over da house now in da living room! Miss E say she gettin' rid of her books.

Bambi say dat a good fing, coz we can have shelves ta lay on instead of da books takin' up dat spaces. She say dats what them shelves is fur in the furst place!

I decided ta climb them book shelve, and did purrty good until I got stuck between da third and top shelf!! I shamed ta admit, Miss E had ta rescue me!!

A New Kitten

2010-09-23T03:34:00.000-07:00

Hi! Dis is Spyder!

I was sitting on my yellow pillow taday next to Miss E, when that little cell box starts playing that loud music, "Jump, Jump" Well, I dint feel like jumping. But, Miss E shut it up by opining da lid. It was the Monk was callin' He say he found a little calico kitten at da vet office in San Carlos where he deliver da Fedex boxis of medicines for pets. I knows Miss E and the Monk been looking for a Calico a long time, ebber since I can member. I don't knows dat I want another cat in did house. We gots enuff! Ninja agree wiff me. But, Queen Bambi, she say she LOVE kitten and want one badly so she can lick and kiss it and sleep wiff it in her Boudoir. And since dis one da Monk call about is a Calico, dat mean it gotta bee a widdle girl kitten and dat mean it gonna be Queen Bambi's Princess! If dat da case, den I shood be da Prince.

Miss E call up da Vet office in San Carlos. She was gonna drive so far far to go get dat calico kitten. But, when she talk to dem, dey tell her no, she cant's adopt da calico kitten cos dat kitten has a kitty cancer, called feline leukemia. Now dat is weerd dontcha fink. Here we is working on da LIVESTRONG event for cancer, and here is dis widdle girl calico kitten and she already gots cancer when she is a baby! Dat is so sad. Now I wish I dint say she couldn't live wiff us. And Ninja say we needs ta unnderstand dat some fings were meant to be and we cant knows da whole mysteries. All dat sound mix up to me. But, Bambi say she agree.

Don't I look spiffy sittin'g on my yellow pillow? I'm doing this to get ready for LIVESTRONG event on October 2.

Bambi's Lament

2010-09-20T13:26:00.000-07:00

I know our dear readers like to follow our blog because of the fun and interesting things we do. And of course, to adore your Queen... me!

I know no one wants to think of disturbing things willingly. Sometimes it can bring on such sadness to contemplate. As Queen, it's a big responsibility to take care of my realm and the sadness is overwhelming for me. But, I have to stop and take a moment to consider if I am going to allow myself to continue being depressed by the sufferings of the world.

Ninja says life has a balance of both disturbing things and wonderful things. If we ignore the disturbing, we aren't fully experiencing life. I think he is correct because by ignoring cancer, which has been on my mind a lot lately, we will do nothing to stop it. So it is important to shine light onto it.

I've been thinking about the upcoming LIVESTRONG event and decided to do my part by wrapping up in my yellow blanket today. I want to support the effort to rid the world of Cancer. Yellow is a great color. Don't you think? Yellow represents hope, warmth, victory, and so many things.

One may think that cancer fund raising by humans would not affect cancer in Cats, but it does. As mentioned in our previous posting cats and dogs do get cancer. All animals get cancer. Did you know that? Many of them volunteer their lives to helping researchers discover new ways of understanding and treating cancer, including cats!

The other day I told you about Miss E's dog and cat friends who had cancer. Many of you wanted to know more about the bone cancers we can get, so here is a link that tells all about it.

Kitty Cat Purse

2010-09-19T20:14:00.000-07:00

Dis is da ol friend of Keli Cat
Keli was the Dowager Queen who started dis blog.
Now Keli is our Guardian Angel Cat
Dis ol friend of Keli, her name is Cinnamon.
Her don't comes around ta see us.
But we know she sleept on Miss E's purse one time,
cos we founded da pitchur.
We made a LOL cat wiv it!

Cancer in Cats

2010-09-16T22:29:00.000-07:00

Did you know that Cats can get cancer? They can get different kinds of cancer. They can get bone cancer. They can even get the rarest bone cancer called Chondrosarcoma. Miss E knows about that. She once met a cat named Gabe who had Chondrosarcoma.

That's Gabe's picture before he got the cancer. Isn't he an intelligent looking fellow?

There was no chemo or radiation that could help Gabe. So, his foreleg had to be amputated. But, you know what? That took care of the cancer. It never came back.

Unfortunately, that is not always the outcome for every cat with cancer, I'm sure you know.

Miss E also knew some dogs with the Chondrosarcoma. They didn't do so well.

There was Shoob, a well loved Golden Retriever from Pennsylvania. Shoob loved to go geocaching right up until the week before he left. That's Shoob in the picture with his girlfriend, Sheeb. Shoob had Chondrosarcoma in the skull right under his eye and it had to be removed. He went to the best Vets at Cornell University, too. But they couldn't save him. Wouldn't it be nice if we could kill cancer instead of cancer killing us?

Then there was Ling-Ling a four year old Shi Tzu.

Ninja says one of his Spiritual Training Masters was a Shi Tzu. He is sad to know that Ling Ling had to leave this world in the prime of her doggie life.

She had Chondrosarcoma in her head like Shoob, but hers did not affect her eye. Ling Ling was not able to have surgery and had to be Euthanized. At least Ling Ling's purrson was there to hold her as she went to sleep. I'm sure that comforted them both. I'm glad Ling Ling did not have to suffer needlessly.

There is something good to say about euthanasia, isn't there?

We wish there were a cure for Chondrosarcoma. We wish there were a cure for all cancers, in animals as well as humans!

We are joining our friends Milo and Alfie who live in England, in the event held on October 2 by the LIVESTRONG Foundation. We are going to wear yellow to bring awareness. Ninja already wears yellow on his collar tag. Plus he an I both have amber eyes. That counts as yellow, of course. Spyder only has one yellow eye. The other is blue. But, I'm sure Miss E will help us all have lots of yellow to help the LIVESTRONG event.

Check it out and decide what you would like to do.

Ninja Eyes

2010-09-16T21:12:00.000-07:00

Cats Climb Walls as Well as Trees

2010-09-09T01:14:00.000-07:00

Ninja always telling me he can climb walls, he can sneak acroos scary places, he can leap from low to high. He always tell me to teach me. But he never show me. But I still does pretty good on my flying to the top of the room lessons. It helps a lot if ya have a curtain or two ta claw into when ya gets there. Notice the tail curl on the side, there. Pretty good trick, I thinks!

But, I sure would lykes ta see Ninja does these kind of ninja cat tricks. I know if I get owtside, I might could do them. Ain't these guys cool cats???

Kitty Kubes

2010-09-08T02:10:00.000-07:00

We got da bestest present from Miss E and the Monk yestiday! They brot us some Kitty Kubes! They is hard ta come by. Miss E say she looks for them a long time.

Queen Bambi has had one since furever. She always calls it her Boodwah, but lately Ninja has been takin it over.

Miss E was away all day to the big city people Vet, so she didn't take no pictures of our noo kubes, but we can show ya da one Bambi has.

Family Resemblance

2010-09-07T01:15:00.000-07:00

This kitty resembles our dear Spyder so much they could be brothers, or cousins! We just had to post this LOL cat. Don't you think he resembles Spyder?

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Here's our Spyder! What do you think?

Cat Insectophilia

2010-09-03T03:40:00.000-07:00

Royalty such as I should not have to face the common indignities as others. Yet, apparently it is unavoidable.

You know, of course, about my continued research in the field of entomology. I am quite the expert. I assure you. Even at my youthful age, I am more experienced than my two companions, Ninja, and Spyder. The younger is interested as a pastime. The elder couldn't be bothered.

Just the same my days and evenings, especially in these summer months revolve around observing my prey... I mean, potential specimens. We have a great variety of them in the lovely state of California along the Central Coast where my Kingdom lies.

Since my youth, before I learned of my royal position, I ran loose in the fields as an autodidacticist, learning the ways of all sorts of flying and crawling arthropods. Though I was never able to acquire much of a true collection since living outdoors gives no security for such.

Therefore when living here in my forever home with Miss E, imagine my delight in discovering I could maintain quite a large collection of dried specimens. All I had to do was wait in any window and they would come to me. For some reason they preferred the window high over the bathtub. It is a challenging leap for any cat, I'm sure and especially more-so for one of my dainty demeanor!

But, as an accomplished leaper and clever hanger-on-ner I am able to leap from the edge of the tub to the edge of the window. However there are slippery tiles there and I must catch my claws into the screen or I would miss my mark. Just the same the rewards are great and I have amassed a very large collection of dried bugs this year I have been here.

Imagine my horror when I discovered my dear Miss E hosing my stash, I mean, collection all down the drain, forever lost!!!

I am not speaking to her anymore! I am not going to lie await for her on top of her pillow anymore!

She doesn't deserve my keeping her bedsheets warm for her!

I'm not going to cuddle her anymore while she sleeps and hold her down so she doesn't float away!

Her armpit is comfy, and smells sufficiently rank, but I am not going to miss it!

You can read Miss E's posting on this in her blog HERE.

Cat Philosphy

2010-09-01T00:03:00.000-07:00

Purring would seem to be, in her case, an automatic safety-valve device for dealing with happiness overflow.

~~~Monica Edwards

English Writer

Trembling Cats

2010-08-26T04:09:00.000-07:00

It was one of those days of oddities. The moon was full, the weather bizarre with temperatures to 100 °F (37.7 °C. Celsius).

We didn't mind the heat, but we could tell Miss E was distressed.

Then we all began to feel queasy.

My Queen was very distraught and kept circling through the house checking on everything. She finally went to hide under the blanket on Miss E's bed.

I focused my best ninja powers into the phenomena and suddenly I knew! Just a moment later the earth moved and swayed.

Earthquake! It was a very uncomfortable feeling. Purrsons don't pay much attention, as I have noticed before in my years of living here.

I know it gets much worse than a 4, but just the same we were all affected deeply. That's the price of being alert and sensitive cats.

Our wild and insolent teenager, Spyder, has been behaving a little trembly and nervous since then.

The slightest noise or movement makes him jump. Poor little boycat!

I have tried to get him to calmly meditate, but he is unable to focus and his fur is floating everywhere.

Spyder has now retired to the laundry basket on the floor, and refuses to come out. Just for safety sake, I am now guarding over them both.

Times are Changing

2010-08-25T02:21:00.000-07:00

I getting so bored with those two. The Queen and Ninja, they always telling me what ta do, how ta behave. They calling me a "teenager", like that's a bad word or sumpin'.

Ninja always saying his monk stuff. "Calm and stay focused, Young One!"

He said that ta me da udder day when I run my head into da wall.

I was playing chase wiff Bambi and she switch directshun. She run to right when she was goin' left.

That not fair! So, I end up wiff my head bang into da wall. Then, Ninja has no care for my poor bump head!

Now all they talkin 'bout is changing da name of da blog. Furst Bambi say shuld be Queen Bambi and faithful friends.

Ninja say it shud be called Cat Dojo. That means a place where ninja's get trained. But nobody here gettin' trained. I is already great atheleet.

And they pretends ta care what I fink of all this changing da name. When I tells them what I wants, they say bump on head make me say things all silly.

I don't likes it. Queen Keli was my Spirit Mama.

She came to me when I furst was here lockt in the baffroom all by myseff, and her comfort me.

And them guys nevver believes me. I tol' them all da time she was on da rocker chair, too, when her tol me all them cat secrets about da Great Queen Bastet, da muvver of all da cats.

I wants the name kept ta be Dowarrger Queen, cos she da best one furrever!

TV or Music, Which shall it be?

2010-08-24T04:24:00.000-07:00

Spyder has been such a wild teenager lately getting into all kinds of trouble. Miss E piled stuff on the dresser so that Spyder cannot climb on top of the TV.

Spyder was not happy about that. He likes to get warm there.

One of the things Miss E piled up was her carry case. Spyder opened the top and hid inside! We were looking for him all day! Ninja found Spyder and scolded him for being naughty and making us worry.

We have been listening to a lot of music. Our Israeli friend, Amir, brought me some CD’s! Of course, others can listen, but Amir is a real gentleman and always brings me gifts. He understands how to treat a queen like me.

He brought Jazz music this time. I like the mellow kind, but the kind that gets strange and sounds like the lizards arguing outside in the sun, is irritating to my sensitive ears.

Ninja says it's not music and I quite agree. He likes it when the monk comes over and plays his Shakuhachi flute. I must admit it is peaceful, like the wind in the trees.

Ninja and Spyder went to play in the kitchen. I got tired and curled up on the bed, and spent my time listening to heavenly music!

It makes me feel so tranquil.

What's in an Appellation?

2010-08-20T00:13:00.000-07:00

I sensed my Queen was disgruntled. She laid on the bed and moped. Even Spyder knew she was brooding. He went to our Queen to offer comfort and purrs. She sighed. I asked her what was wrong. She shook her head, rolled her eyes and answered, "Nothing!"

It doesn't take a ninja to know when a female says "nothing" it definitely means "something"! I licked my paw and looked at her sideways to let her know I respect her Majesty but if she didn't come clean and let us know what's bothering her, I would signal Spyder to give her a chase and that would get her out of her bad mood.

I certainly can't tell my Queen what to do, but I can sway her with my Ninja mind control techniques. It worked very effectively.

Our Ladyship Bambi said she was dissatisfied with the title of the blog and wants to change it.

"Seriously," she said. "Think about it a moment. With all due respect to those who came before us, I am not the Dowager Queen. I am THE Queen." She spread her claws open to emphasize her meaning.

I could see her point. It has been well over a year since I came here to my forever home with Miss E and I know the Dowager Queen was not here when I arrived, though her scent was strong. Yes, someone might come to the blog looking for the Venerable One and not understand that she has moved on.

Before I attempt to plant the idea of a name change into the head of Miss E, I thought it would be important to include our young teencat into the decision process. After all, he has demonstrated such maturity lately.

So I turned to Spyder and asked. "What do you think? Shall we change the name? Bring it more up to date?"

Spyder stood up, stretched grabbed his mousie and left the room. "Whatever!" he mumbled.

I'm really going to have to speak to him about his attitude! Teenagers!

Grumpy Cats

2010-08-19T23:46:00.000-07:00

Everybody grumpy today. Queen Bambi grumpy. I grumpy. Miss E grumpy. Ninja most grumpy of all. It not my fault. Really, not me did it. I swares! We was running round da house same as uzual, having fun, Queen Bambi and me. Mr. grumpy Ninja was sleepin' by da bookshelp. We wasn't being quiet, but Ninja, he can sleep through ennyfing. Him always say him meditating, but I fink snoring not a mantra. Right? Is I right?

Ennyhow, I chase Bambi cross da back ov da sofa and she knock down all da pillows was up there, and one jump over and smack Ninja. Just then him look up, and me, I running cross da bookshelp and books fall down all beside Ninja, and he jump on top ov da books. Then Miss E come in da room and see Ninja and da mess ov books all over. She dint see me and Bambi cos by this time, we hiding unner da sofa. So Miss E fink Ninja knock down da books and tell him he a bad boy. And Ninja dont lyke that. Now him all grumpy.

Not my fault him sleeping right there by them books! Queen Bambi say we gots ta stay away from him coz he givving da Eebil Eye. Him look scarey when him grumpy don'tcha fink so?

Eyes of the Ninja

2010-08-16T21:08:00.000-07:00

Cat Collar Catastrophe

2010-08-02T20:02:00.000-07:00

Oh, I was so furrstrated with Miss E. Her gave me a new collar for my Adopta-birthday. Tho it were very purrty, all purrple with suns and stars on it, I just don't lyke collars on my neck!!! I just don't know how to get that poynt across to her!

I politely sniffed the new collar. It smell good enuff. That Ok. I seed how purrty it was. But, when she starts ta put it on me, I back up. Only thing is, she was already behind me! So, I couldn't back up fur enuff without landing on her lap. So I gots stuck there, and she put dat collar right around my neck. By dat tyme I already upside down and slapping her wiff my tail in da face, but she still persisss, and latch da collar shut.

I pretend effurrything is cool and walk away. But all night long I scratch at dat collar and it jes go round and round my neck and nowhere it stop.

I spent dis morning trying ta back out of it, rolling my neck against things and turning over and over, but dat not work. This one of those trick collars... ain't no beginning, aint no end.

Bambi tell me I a bad boy. She say I needs the collar so Miss E can put tag with my name on it. I tell her mind her own buzniss, I already knows my name! Den she say she throw up her paws. She say, now I a teenager she don't know whats ta do wiff me. Well, I don'ts know what ta do wiff her either. So there! We even!

Ninja say, make calm, make relax and accept collar as a natrul part of me. He say he have many collars in all martial arts, but they is called belts. I just look at him hard in the eyes until he look away. So much for Ninja!

Queen Bambi, she don't unnerstands me. Ol' Ninja think he knows efurrything! Them guys just don'ts com pre hen me. Nobody unnerstand me. Just cos I is teenager cat dont means I gotta do efurrything efurrybody say. I is meown grown up kitty and I can do what I wants. So there! And I don't wants ta wear no new purrty purrple collar wiff sun n starss running on it! Not yestidday! Not taday! Not efurr!

This morning I hided under the bed and I stick my jaw unnerneath the collar. It a streachy collar so I got it ta streach right up over my teefs and I begin chewing. And so I chew and chew and chew on it a long time and start cutting dat collar in half. It taken a long time, I tellya! By the tyme I half way thru chewing da collar in half, I already back up out of the bedroom and out inta da hallway and backed into the linen cabinet, and I is still chewing! I mus admit my teefs and my jaw getting awful tired.

Then, Miss E, she find me, and her make those baby cry noises at me and I so glad she pick me up and slide dat collar right off me like a blinky eye. (How she do dat so fast?) And I so tired all I wanna do is have her hold me. And dat what she do. Hold me. Maybe now she believe me when I tell her no more cat collars!

Adopta-Birthday!

2010-08-02T00:13:00.000-07:00

Hey Efurrybody! Guess what? We ben celebratin' my adopta-birthday! I ben living here in my furrever home wiff Queen Bambi, Ninja, and Miss E for one whole year! Seems lyke it was a minnut ago. Huh?

I remembers my adopshun day, and I remembers da furst tyme I saw Miss E, too. It was ryte after dey brot me and my fambly into da shelter. We been livin down by the Watsonville Slew until then. That's kinda lyke a marsh but only better. Dey dint ketch my mama. She too smart for dem guys. But she say, "Be nice kittens. Go wid dem, cos dey gonna give yoo nice new furrever homes. Don't hafta live in da wet water ol swamp ennymore." I kinda lyke da wet water, but I did what mama sez.

So, dat furst day we was all takin' a cozy nap inside da glass room and sumpin waked me up. I roll over and there she was... Miss E! I took one looks at her and I just knew she was gonna 'dopt me. So I blinkt at her with my blue eye. And guess what? She pretty smart! She blinkt right back at me with her blue eye. Then I blinkt at her wiff my gold eye, and she blinkt back wiff her blue eye. She ain't got no gold eye, but that's okay. I loves her how she is.

I was a liddle disappoynted cos she dint take me home dat day. But da older big cats tol' me I had ta stay and get me fixed furst and tested for dehzeezuhs. I dint mind tests too much but gettin' fixed made me hurts. But, now I dont cares bout that stuff no more.

I thot I never gonna see Miss E ever again when dey take me to other shelter. But, lyke I say, she one smart purrson. She hunt me down and bringed me home.

Here I am one year later, I one growed up happy boy cellabraytin' my furst adopta-birthday!!! And I still blinks my eye at Miss E to tells her I loves her.

One Eye Jack and the Rat Terrier

2010-08-01T00:05:00.000-07:00

One Eye Jack dropped by again. It's great to hang out with him. I didn't realize before that he actually has a forever home. He spends so much time wandering the neighborhood, I thought he was a free agent.

That being said, he has a tough guy collar and an ID tag just like the rest of us.

So, when I asked him about his purrsons, he said they were two "Dudes" room-mating, and sometimes there's a "chick" there. I'm not sure what he means. I don't understand street talk, but I'm sure I will learn.

Jack tells me he has a cat door that swings open to the outside. He can come and go as he pleases. He says sometimes the raccoons come in through his door and eat his food. But he doesn't mind. I don't think I would like the invasion of my space and I would need to protect Queen Bambi and Spyder from such intrusion.

He seems to be a very avant garde, cool cat. He's as curious about my martial arts training and meditation skills as I am interested in his street fighting techniques. I'm sure we will learn a lot from each other. I hope he will sit down sometime and tell me about how he injured his eye.

Yesterday, I watched him from my favorite window as he participated in the neighbors yard sale. He was sniffing things out when a Rat Terrier dog trotted right into the middle things as if he owned the place.

Jack politely gave him a warning growl and raised his hackles and told him to get along. But Rat, just flipped his head at him in an insulting manner.

I like dogs well as anyone. But, what honorable cat would take such behavior from a disrespectful dog? I watched in admiration as Jack took after the Rat and chased him right down the middle of the street! Jack definitely has good control of his Qi energy!

I guess we wont be hearing from that one anymore!

Hello Kitty Post Box

2010-07-30T00:02:00.000-07:00

Every time Neighbor Girl arrives, we all go find a safe place to hide. She makes so much noise, moves things around, and runs the loud household machines one after the other. We like her just fine, but when she departs, We are most grateful for the peace and quiet as well as the nice clean house she has left for us!

Today is Spyder's Adoption Birthday. Miss E brought him home one year ago today! Time surely flies as quickly as the birdies!

Though Spyder can sometimes be such a nuisance, But, We still love him dearly. We asked him what he wanted for his adopta-birthday. He said he wants Hello Kitty to come visit. He has a crush on her.

Ninja and I were making plans for how to celebrate Spyder's adopta-birthday when Neighbor Girl arrived and began sweeping the front sidewalk. She accidentally knocked the mail box off the wall and the paint chipped off. Miss E was quite understanding and insisted that Neighbor Girl not pay for a new one.

Neighbor Girl wanted to fix the mail box. But, she couldn't repaint it, so she decorated it! She didn't make any big noises, which had us very curious.

Ninja and I were curious cats and investigated as she took the old Hello Kitty calendar and cut the used pages away. We were concerned because Spyder has always said Hello Kitty is his "Calender Girl". We thought he would be disturbed to see her cut up like that. Fortunately he was asleep in our two story tentament in the back room.

It was quite rewarding to observe Neighbor Girl assemble the old pages from Hello Kitty calendar and cover the mail box with them. It was a clever craft lesson, if I do say so myself. And Ninja got to chew up the spare paper cuttings.

We are most pleased! When Spyder awoke and came out to see what was going on, he was so excited and happy because he assumed the newly covered mail box was a gift for his adopta-birthday!

And we didn't let him otherwise. Though we know it was a present for the post man... er... letter carrier.

Ninja and Street Warrior Make Friends

2010-07-29T05:20:00.000-07:00

I've made a new friend. It's about time! I will have a mancat my own age. Someone I can discuss martial arts with intelligently. Spyder is too young to appreciate learning. Queen Bambi dismisses my training and disrespects me. But, I am an honorable mancat. I have pledged to guard, protect and serve my Lady, Queen and that is what I'll do.

Miss E and my Sensei, the Monk, call my new friend One-Eye-Jack. But, of course his secret feline chosen name is different.

But, from now on I will call him Jack. He says he doesn't mind, he's been called much worse. I smelled him in the neighborhood a few times and he smelled me, so he came by to introduce himself the other night.

He came back this evening to see us to wish Spyder a Happy Adoption day. Spyder has been so depressed, he hides inside our cat tree house and wont come out. He's been thinking of his birthplace on Crespi Way out in the tall grasses near the muddy water. I think he means the Slough. Jack told a story to Spyder about his ancestors who came from that neighborhood, and Spyder brightened right up. Queen Bambi and I thought maybe they were related. After all, he has the same kind of fur. It's not smooth and shiny like mine. Nor is it ridge backed like my Lady Queen Bambi's. She knows a lot about geography and cat neighborhoods in this area. She certainly moved around a lot and lived loosely before she came to live with us.

Then, talking about families we discovered they really are related and possibly distant cousins. Queen Bambi is sure of it. Spyder asked his "Uncle" Jack all kinds of questions about his birthplace and Jack has promised to tell him more next time he returns. It's going to be great for Jack and I as we will have many mancat to mancat talks. After all, I'm sure we have a lot in common, both with our warrior ways and life stories!

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Sorry, we don't have a picture of One Eye Jack. He is camera shy.

Cat Fight

2010-07-28T04:29:00.000-07:00

Sumtimes we lykes ta watch vids ov when udder cats fight so we can lern how to do better fights. Dis is a good one.

Shopping for the Queen

2010-07-24T02:01:00.000-07:00

I was the most bored Queen today. So, we went shopping. I have to admit shopping was something I always thought would not interest me. However, I was fascinated with all I saw.

Miss E put me in a proper conveyance for one of my exalted position, and pushed me around the emporium.

Never in my life have I seen such an array of delightful items to admire.

Every sort of Cat food imaginable filled a whole wall from floor to ceiling. It took Miss E a long time to make our choices.

Normally I would have been impatient with her, but all the smells were heavenly, chicken, fish of all sorts, even duckling!

Then just for fun we went down the aisle where all the pet toys are located.

Oh, my goodness! I thought we had too many toys all over the house, but this is certainly a total extravagance, even for a queen!

We took a serious look at some cat climbing towers. We saw several very good ones.

I only saw one that would suit our family. It had a separate platform for each of us, and we would not be forced to walk over one another in order to get to our prospective places.

You can imagine what that would be like with Ninja, Spyder and I. Spyder could easily leap to the top, but Ninja would have to climb over me and I would not tolerate that from one of my subjects. It just wouldn't be proper even if he is my faithful guard.

I especially liked the one that had a separate little house in it. So perfect for me. Don't you think? However much we liked them Miss E would not make the purchase.

She bought new collars for Ninja and Spyder instead. They had nothing to compare to my royal jeweled pink collar.

The piece de resistance of the whole shopping expedition was when we found the fashion section.

As soon as I saw these two outfits I knew they would be perfect for me! Don't you think so?

Ninja Cat Haiku Corrections

2010-07-21T02:50:00.000-07:00

The other day I wrote a Haiku without guidance from The Monk. I am most honored that my Sensei helps me today to make corrections. He's really proud of me for my advanced skills. Even though I wrote my poem in the correct form of (5-7-5) in American Cat English language, the literal translation into Japanese is not in Haiku form.

My original Haiku:

in sunlit window
sleeping cat awakens
golden eyes reflect

In order to fit the form and still have the meaning of my poem The Monk demonstrated how it would be in Japanese:

by the window
cat awakens
golden eye

This is how it is written in Japanese script, which is a combination of Kanji, Hiragana and Katakana characters. In this case the form is 5-7-6, which is called giamari and is still a correct form of Haiku.

窓ぎわの
ネコがめざめて
金色の目

This is how you would say it:

madogiwa no
neko ga mezamete
kiniro no me

Obon Festival

2010-07-19T02:52:00.000-07:00

Wow! I never seen Ninja pout before! Bambi said he was "sulking".

We could hear da drums and smell da food cookin' but I din't unnerstand why dat make Ninja sad. It make me happy! It make Queen Bambi drool! But, she say lady queens no drool. Her just have luscious lips she say. Look like droolin' to me.

I ask Ninja why he sad. He say da Monk and Miss E went to Obon Festibal over at da Boodist Tempel and they lef him behind here at home. I finks he crazy. Why he wants ta go in da car?

He say Obon Festibal very important to him. He say it time to honor da ones what went over da Rainbow Bridge. And he say I gots to member Jeffery. I member him. He da big old snaggle toof mancat who was so growlchy when I was baby kitten.

I ask Ninja if him Sensei teacher doggies over da bridge, too. Him say no, if they go, they gonna come tell him in his dreams first. That be scarey dream, some doggies come see me when I sleepin'!

Alla sudden da breeze bring us new sniffs and Ninja look sad. He tell me they gots tarry-yucky chickin' and sushi over there! I fink he more intrested in da food then him is intrested in the Jeffery.

And dats when da drummin start up again. Ninja raise him head and listen with wishes on him face. He tell me them drums is called Taiko.

I tell him I like da drummin' very much. I feel it in my feets, an it make my ear hairs and whiskers bybrate. Then he say I very speshul young mancat. First time he call me mancat!

Wow! Obon must be Ninja favorite thing. No wonder him sad he dint go.

After while da Monk and Miss E come home and guess what? They bring sushi just for Ninja. Then he very happy again!

Tasty Mousie!

2010-07-17T15:56:00.000-07:00

In my mouth
that's where he belongs,
or dancing on my paws, tight in claws,
or flipped in the air, tossed so high
I smack him across the room,
my best friend, Mousie.

Caught in a corner somewhere,
we play hide and seek.
"I found you! I found you!" I mew,
when I hear him squeak.
Oh, my mousie, my favorite thing!

I drop him into my water bowl
he might be thirsty, you know.
or maybe he'd like to swim
I sniff my mousie and lick him,
and take a nibble or two.
but I wont eat him.
I'd have no one to play with,
I would miss him. Wouldn't you?

I like to carry him tightly in my teeth
and hide him beneath the curtains,
under the rocking chair
or by the front door.
So, when people come in
they squeal in surprise.
I think they like mousie as much as I.

But, I don't want to share.
I take him behind the sofa
where he can sleep
way in the back to safely keep,
so the others won't find him,
and they never do.

Mousie has hard little eyes
a missing tail,
scrunched up fur
all sticky from play.
He has no more whiskers
I don't know where his ears went.
They just disappeared one day.
Really, and truly. I didn't eat them. I swear!
They must be hiding somewhere over there.

In the middle of night,
with the moon shining bright,
we are alone, Mousie and me.
Running back and forth we play joyously.
Leaping and scrabbling across the floor
we tear up rugs, throw pillows with glee.
Then, slide into the kitchen, where he hides
under the fridge just out of reach.
I stretch, and poke until my friend
is in my clutches again.

All tired out, I carry mousie
to my bed, roll on top of him
to hide him, protect him
to get myself comfy
and purr him to sleep.
I dream of him and I playing.
Oh, how I love my Mousie!

A Poem by Spyder
help with spelling and vocabulary by Miss E

Haiku by Ninja

2010-07-13T04:16:00.000-07:00

in sunlit window

sleeping cat awakens

golden eyes reflect

~~~

太陽に照らされたウィンドウで、

猫の目を覚ます睡眠

黄金の目を反映

俳句忍者によって作成された

Bed Partners

2010-07-12T04:11:00.000-07:00

He snores beside me
that butterball I love,
waking me from dead sleep.

My black cat, Ninja,
with big claws
and buck tooth yawn,

I jiggle him.
He looks at me
those golden eyes.

Annoyed, he rolls
on his side
and begins to snore
again.

~ A Poem by Miss E

Queen of England to Visit Queen Bambi?

2010-07-08T02:45:00.000-07:00

I understand that the Queen of England is visiting locally. She will not be visiting with me, however, no matter how much she likes cats. (Does she? I wonder) I have not sent her an invitation to visit, as my schedule is quite full.

For example, today was particularly busy with an unwelcome visit from Mr. Mockingbird. What a pest he is. He so much wants to see me that he flies in from long distances to sit upon the tall tree in our south eastern corner. He is so persistent that he cannot keep a respectable distance and swoops down to the top of the gazebo!

Of course I watch him diligently from the window whilst pretending not to take notice of him in the slightest. After all, I sent the message I sha'n't give him audience!

I wish Ninja would shoo him away. But, alas, Ninja spends more time meditating these days and less time practicing his martial arts skills. He still teaches Spyder, but not so much by example as previously.

Needless to say, I have my own techniques which I have developed from my wild days before I came into my proper royal status, I find my methods quite useful on occasion, in order to carry out my duties and keep my subjects in line.

As I sat keeping an eye upon that pesky Mr. Mockingbird, he had the audacity, to dive down from the gazebo. Then, immediately. he swirled around the apricot tree right in front of the window!

I know he did that to provoke me. He certainly was asking for it!

So I leaped upon him with all my force and intent. He is fortunate indeed that I did not get my paws upon him! I had fiercely flung my body directly onto the window screen and no matter how I shook it, it did not budge! I could tell Miss E was a bit disturbed by this as she came in and closed the window.

A Kitty Cat's First Fourth of July

2010-07-04T23:56:00.000-07:00

At first I thought it exciting. The birds grew quiet and I knew sumfin was about ta happen. and then begun the strangest thing I ever saw or heard. Poppin' noises! I heer dem in the distance. Pop, pop, pop! So I jump up in the window trying to figur out what going on and poppin' noises got more and many, many. Me-ow! I saw sparklee lights all dancin' in the sky! It verry purrty! I was mysty-fide. I neffur see anything like it.

I kep lookin' over at Miss E, but she kep readin' her book and frowning. I guess she din't like it, coz she gots up and close all the windows. Then she puff on her azzmah puffer. Then it got nighttime dark and smoke all over the nayborhood. Effurrybody is making the sparkees and the pop-pops on effurry street for a long time. I reely liek looking at the lights splashing. But one thing I don't lieks is more smoke! I can even smell it throo the window. Why they do that? I dunno.

Alla sudden the popping get turned into bangs. Bang! Bang! Bang! They is so many, liek effurrybody tryin' to make more noise than effurybody else. Liek it was a contest who gonna makes the most noise.

But, then... Bang! Bang! BOOM!!! It was terrible!

I din't care how purrty was them sparkee lights falling from the sky. I jump down from the window and run to Miss E's bed and lie down on her spot. I gonna stay here furrevver!

Ninja the News Reporter

2010-06-29T22:33:00.000-07:00

We saw on the TV where a lost dog was found. Of course, dogs get found every day. But, this was a bit different.

In Sacramento almost 3 years ago there was a terrific winter storm. The winds were so strong it blew down fences. With the fences blown down some doggies escaped.

Bambi says she wishes they had not been left outside in the storm in the first place. But, I have reminded her that maybe their purrsons were not at home before the storm started. And we shouldn't judge.

One of the doggies was found right after the storm. But sadly, the other one had disappeared. It is a good thing the lost dog had a microchip because he was found in a shelter today a long way from home. The doggie's microchip was up to date. The doggie's purrsons, address and phone number were still accurate. And so they are all now re-united!

Nobody but the doggie knows where he has been all this time, or how he got so far away from home. Maybe he's a ninja like me and had a secret job to do and this is his cover story. Maybe the storm picked him up and has been carrying him around on a cloud so he could travel the world. Wouldn't that be cool?

Now Miss E is digging through her papers looking for our microchip files to be sure everything is up to date. Since we are inside cats, I don't think she has to worry too much, but if there is a bad storm and a window were to be broken, or if there is a bad earthquake, we might escape and be lost, just like that doggie. So, I am so glad we are all microchipped!

You can see the video here.

Is it Love?

2010-06-26T02:48:00.000-07:00

A Romantic Moment to savor.

hold you in my arms forever

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Ninja's Favorite Human Ninja

2010-06-23T15:10:00.000-07:00

Hi, It's me Ninja. Everyone around here thinks my Martial Arts interests have going into hibernation. I didn't spend the first 8 years of my life (48 in human time) studying with those two fine Sensei teachers of mine, the Honorable Shi Tzu and Honorable Akita, to throw it away in my old age.

I found this video of a modern ninja. you can tell he has good Martial Arts training and he is almost as good as a ninja cat. But, not quite. You will get dizzy in the end watching this, but it is worth it. Bambi and Spyder are very impressed

This video is not accompanied by sound, and that's good. Keep your focus on the ninja!

Happy Birthday!

2010-06-23T02:31:00.000-07:00

It my Birfday! I is one year old now! I o-fish-aly not a kitten no more. Now I am a grown Boy Cat! I so prowld of myself!

Ninja say He prowld of me too, that I growing up so good.

Bambi says next year I be a ManCat!

It seem so strange. Seem lyke yestidday I was just a liddle baby kitten. So, I puttin some old pitshurs of me.

In Praise of Cat Hair

2010-06-22T19:27:00.000-07:00

All your wondrous wealth of hair,

Dark and fair,

Silken-shaggy, soft and bright

As clouds and beams of night,

Pays my reverent hand's caress

Back with friendlier gentleness.

From: "To a Cat"

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Commentary by HRH Queen Bambi

This gentleman poet from England at the turn of the last century certainly had an excellent appreciation of cats and knowledge our fur is that beyond many humans. His understanding of the magical quality of cat hair is obvious with his term of reverence in relation to his hand touching cat hair.

By looking at a picture of him, it appears he has an abundant head of hair, himself. Perhaps in one of his past lives he was a Persian!

Cat Books

2010-06-20T23:53:00.000-07:00

Miss E and the Monk went to the Capitola Book Cafe to trade in some old un-interesting books, and came back with a shelf full of Cat Books!!!

Now that's what I call a good trade off! Wouldn't you say so?

I wouldn't be a good Ninja Warrior Cat if I didn't take my job seriously. So, I am guarding these valuable cat books from thieves.

There's going to be good summer reading around here! Some of the titles to the books are:

50 Games to Play With Your Cat

Teaching Your Cat Simple Tricks

The Cat Whisperer: The Secret of How to Talk to Your Cat

Angel Cats: Divine Messengers of Comfort

The Cat Bible: Everything Your Cat Expects You to Know

Why Do Cats Always Land on Their Feet?:
101 of the Most Perplexing Questions Answered About Feline Unfathomables, Medical Mysteries and Befuddling Behaviors

Queen Cat Sits Where She Pleases

2010-06-18T22:04:00.000-07:00

It me, Spyder. I been havin a hard time wiff Queen Bambi lately. Just check out that look on her face. What's she up to?

Her always wants ta be where I is. Not cos her lykes me, but cos her wants whatever spot I got! See how she sneakin up on me while I sleepin all comfy? I looks cute don't I?

Even tho' her is Queen, don't mean her can takes my spot. Don't ya Think?

Tonight, Miss E was on da bed so I went to my spot on her leg and gots all comfy. I sleepin when Bambi comes, and lays down right on my head with her big furry butt!!!

I cants believe she sit on my head!!! I leave da bed and go in da other room by myself and lie down. I guess she Queen and get what she want after all!

Edu-cat

2010-06-02T06:24:00.000-07:00

We sit in the window

Bambi and I.
Ninja naps on the bed.

"Drosophila melanogaster,” she says,
“not be confused
with Tephritidae, the true fruit fly."

I stare, fascinated.
Bambi is an entomologist.

Ninja yawns,
turns over,
"A bug.. is a bug.. is a bug!"

He stretches.
"Now, dogs...
on the other paw,
...much more interesting."

Bambi flicks her ears.

"Take those yappers next door, for example.
Just scratch the screen, my boy,
and watch what happens!"

Bambi's whiskers vibrate.

"Go ahead, scratch the screen!"

I reach out...

Bambi quivers, "Spyder! Look!"

I paws.
I've never seen
such a flitter flutter before.
I can't help myself... I chirp.

"Lepidoptera!
Yes, I do believe...
Epiphyas postvittana.
First one of the season,
not good for apples, they say."

I wonder what kind
of insect is an apple.

Ninja snores.

Elizabeth Munroz
May 2010

By Fur or By Feather

2010-05-27T03:48:00.000-07:00

Queen Bambi writing:

We've all been so on edge lately. We can feel the sadness and worry Miss E is carrying around. It makes Ninja especially frustrated and I must admit... angry. He says he wants to rescue her, but can't find anyone to rake with his Samurai Claws to get revenge and end the problem.

I appreciate the gravity of the situation. Miss E is not the only one affected.

We can feel it in the air, the earth, and the rain that cried last night. Something is not right. Something big. We've been feeling the intensity increase. All of nature is uneasy. I've heard many whispers among the insects. I've been trying to catch them and make them tell me what's wrong. But, the get smashed upon the wall. The laugh in their zinging way as they escape.

The birds seem sedate in their squawkings, even the pretty songsters are quiet. They go about their business without their foolish happy twitterings that entertain us so much. Something is very wrong.

Spyder has been listless, not understanding what is pressing down his joyful energy. He walks back and forth across the window ledge. I crawl under the blankets with Miss E trying to give her comfort, to draw her attention away from what's bothering her. I even sat on her chest to help her to relax and pet me.

Ninja has been meditating deeply on the mystery, looking outside and beyond, looking around the world. And now He tells me there is no way for him to alleviate the problem by using his sharp weapon claws. He has learned what's wrong.

Even using his mind control power is not going to be enough unless efurrybuddy were to become ninjas, and that takes years of discipline and training. No, Ninja says this is serious. He says terrible damage has been done far away where the Monarchs migrate when they don't live near us.

He says the disgusting odor we smell when the car starts up has invaded an ocean. Not our ocean, but the one where the butterflies go when they are not with us. The Monarch Butterflies like the one our friend, Allie, showed us. I didn't think the smell is so terrible that it could be serious. But, Ninja says that in his meditation he saw that it was a nasty sticky stuff worse than when the rain and the earth mix together. He said it's a disaster called Oil Spill. And then I understood.

We must gather up all our shedding fur into a plastic bag. If we can get the birds to give us their spare feathers we must do the same with them. If the yappy dogs next door would give us their fur and the sheep out there on the farm give his clean wool, and if Miss E will go into her drawer and pull out all those nylon stockings that she never wears and puts them in a bag, we will all be able to help those who are working so hard to clean up the oil spill.

And we must send it all to MATTER OF TRUST, where they will take it all and make "Containment Booms" to soak up the Oil Spill. We hope our beloved readers from any part of the world will do the same. That way we can all help out, a hair at a time. Let your dog and cat groomers know about this so they can help too. Our long haired cousin, Cassie already got shaved.

And see if the birdies will trust you to pull out some of their feathers for a good cause. Our own yellow birdie is going to tell his friends. I'm sure they will if we promise not to hurt them. So many of their cousins are being covered with this ooky gooky Oil Spill and it is making them sick.

Below you will see a video that demonstrates how a hair containment boom is made, so we can understand what will happen after we send in our fur and feathers.

Gazebo Cats

2010-05-25T00:07:00.000-07:00

We sat in the patio window watching the wind blow on the last of the tarp over the "gazebo". They call it a gazebo, but we learned that it is really just a sun shade, like a partial tent.

But, it is fun watching the shreds of tarp blowing in the wind, no matter what it is called. Ninja says it reminds him of the grass huts in Hawaii, but we are not sure he really has been to Hawaii. Though the shreds do look a little bit like long grasses, especially because they are green. The wind has been blowing on them ever since I came to live here in my forever home.

Then, we were rudely interrupted in our reverie by Miss E and the Monk, as they carried in a large box and dropped it in the middle of the floor. Ker-Plunk! They made a racket as the Monk removed long metal poles. Ninja said they looked suspiciously similar to the poles that hold up our gazebo.

Miss E plucked us all up and unceremoniously closed us into the bedroom. I didn't mind one bit. After all, it was much more peaceful in there as they hauled things out onto the patio. Spyder was quite excited about all the fuss, and jumped up onto the window sill to watch what they were doing. I soon joined him. But, Ninja would have none of it. He suggested we all "chill out" and lie on the bed while we had the chance to enjoy it.

Spyder and I watched with consternation as we saw them dismantle our gazebo! We sadly realized we will never be able to watch the lovely green shreds swaying in the breezes ever again. It took a few minutes to figure out that the Monk was constructing a new gazebo. We were not happy as we shall miss one of our favorite pastimes. We soon became bored with this tedious process and followed Ninja's fine example and joined him on the bed. We made sure we left a lot of hair on the blanket to show our displeasure with the new gazebo!

Neighborhood Watch Cats

2010-05-24T22:50:00.000-07:00

Spyder and Bambi in window watching neighborhood

Sushi for Breakfast

2010-05-24T01:35:00.000-07:00

This morning while I was bird watching and Spyder was napping, the Monk and Miss E were having breakfast.

Ninja went to beg like an uncouth commoner! He has such bad manners, he even jumps up on the table! I would NEVER do such a thing! I stay away when they dine.

It would be unseemly for a queen to beg! Especially the way Ninja does it. Don't you agree? Besides, I slept in between them last night right under the blankets! So, I don't need their attention the way Ninja does.

When the Monk woke up he was so surprised to see me right there by his elbow, he jumped. Of course, I found this quite disconcerting! So, I leaped like a little deer - like the Bambi deer I am named after, and I was gone in a flash.

The Monk called to me to return, and for once I decided to forgive him. So, I went back and he petted me. He's a good human, even if he already belongs to Ninja.

So, Ninja got to eat sushi again, even after they said they weren't going to give him any more, and this time his tummy was okay with it. I saw Miss E give him caviar, which I understand is fish eggs. But, he says he likes the hamachi best.

I love to watch the live fish in the aquarium and even taste their water when I get a chance, but I just cannot tolerate the idea of eating dead fish, no matter how delicious Ninja says it is!

Bird is so much better!

Lazy Day Cats

2010-05-17T02:49:00.000-07:00

We had such a lazy Sunday. It was the Best!!! Always when the Monk, my new Sensei, comes to visit, he has so many little jobs around the house to do, that we don't have much time for the Mancat-to-Man with each other. He understands me, and I need his attention. I think he knows that. But, this time Miss E decided to let all the errands go by the wayside, and let us have a lazy Sunday.

So, Miss E let the Monk sleep in. We all had to be quiet. She shut the door so we wouldn't run in and wake him up with our Good Mornings. Then he had his morning coffee in bed with his favorite fish roe breakfast. Smelled quite yummy to me! Miss E just screwed up her face at the delicious smell of the roe and went back into the kitchen and left us to ourselves.

The Monk is an ambitious human and planned to fulfill a list of duties for the day, so I helped Miss E keep my Sensei down by pinning him to the bed with the weight of me. He only struggled a little bit, and finally gave in and read a book. Miss E came back into the room bringing her tea and toast with her to enjoy.

Before we knew it my little buddy, Spyder, joined us choosing his favorite spot pushed right up against Miss E's leg. I told him to lay as heavy as he could and he was happy to do so to help keep her in her place too. So, then Spyder settled down and curled up like a squirrel for a snooze.

Soon Queen Bambi joined us and assured us she was very interested in helping us keep it a lazy day, and she climbed right up on top of Miss E. Her Highness usually can't be bothered to kiss up to people so this was a surprise. It made Miss E very happy. And Bambi actually got drowsy for a while and stayed.

Time sure slows when you're having lazy days! We cats are experts in this way of being. But humans are not very good at it. The Monk and Miss E should take the time to enjoy themselves more often!

Feral Cat Visitor

2010-05-16T00:05:00.000-07:00

We were all enjoying a quiet evening at home after a long day of intensive catnaps. Ninja and Spyder were in the other room watching TV on Miss E's bed. I don't know why they enjoy the sports channel so much. Perhaps it's a mancat thing? Miss E says they look like a pair of salt and pepper shakers sitting side by side like that!

I was diligently grooming myself when our returning visitor snuck into the back patio. With all his visits he has swaggered and threatened and caused general mayhem. We, of course, have been civil in our driving him away, and even Spyder's brave attempts were quite sufficient to do the job. But Mr. Stranger, as I shall call him, was persistent in presenting himself.

It was very disturbing to encounter him thus. In fact, I was stunned by the sight of him! He looked quite pitiful. You can tell by my picture, I am sure, just how stunned I was.

I am quite aware of the roving character of these types of "natural" cats. After all, this is the life all our ancestors led. But, in this day and age, it just isn't practical or safe for any cat to have to live in the wild like Mr. Stranger has been doing. Our natural environment once would have protected us and guaranteed a somewhat normal life for our enjoyment. But it is no longer lush and fruitful with enough space for us to occupy in peace. Instead, those who live outside on their own, live a beggardly existence. And Mr. Stranger is living proof.

He stood with his head hanging down as he made low crooning sounds. I suppose he thought that a lady sitting alone in her tower by the window was one he could woo. I daresay, I do not blame the mistaken fellow. After all, I am one fetching She-Cat, and lovely to behold. I know this because I have been told this by previous admirers before I came to live here. But, I remain true to the father of my kittens, whereever Tom may be. So any attempts by Mr. Stranger would never have been successful.

What disturbed me so much was the appearance of a nasty gash upon his once handsome tail, which he could barely hold up anymore. Poor fellow!

Miss E was peeking around the door and noticed it right away. She tried to coax him but he ran away, so she put a bowl of tuna and some water out for him. I will keep watch and purr for him to return so he will feel safe here.

Intruder or not, he is injured and needs our care.

We can't invite him into our home. But we are going to get him some help as soon as possible!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please note:
the above photo of injured cat is a representation of Queen Bambi's blog posting and not the actual outdoor cat she is writing about.

How to trap a feral cat.

How to tell if your cat is in pain.

Cosmo and Catrina, a Cat Love Story

2010-05-15T00:06:00.000-07:00

I had heard that a local vet had a couple of 'rescues' and was lookin' for homes, so I went and checked it out. The first cat was a a bit older, a pretty, tiger-striped female. The vet said "Wait, let me get the other one" and disappeared around the corner. She returned, tightly holding onto Catrina, who looked like she just wanted THE HELL OUTTA THERE. Immediately I said "OOOO I'll take her!"

I took her home and as the vet suggested, put her in the bathroom for the evening, while I went to work (she was semi-wild, and had been 'trapped' on piece of property way out west). I didn't want to do that, but she was growling and hissing like crazy at me and I didn't want return home to a pile of cat fur, claw sheaths and bits and pieces of Cosmo.

I came home from work the following morning, walked into the bathroom and there she was crouched in the tub, still growling and hissing and generally freaking out.

I sat on the floor and tried talking to her, but all I got in response was 'GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR'.

Then Cosmo pushed the door open, as I had not shut it tight. I saw her ears twitch when she heard it too. Then I saw her little pink nose twitching, sniffing away. She peeked over the side of her tub, saw Cosmo and it was cool to see how her whole demeanor changed.

She jumped out of the tub and walked over to Cosmo. They briefly sniffed each other, then she gave him that 'BOYFRIEND?!?!' head butt. She loved him RIGHT AWAY. She was then alright with me too.

Written by Guest Writer and Cat Lover, John Rahn

Flower Cats

2010-05-11T03:26:00.000-07:00

We has flowers! We has flowers outside in da garden, lots of dem. We smell dem ebery day. We see all diffrunt kinds from all our windows and doors. But, now we gots flowers inside da house, too!!

Dis is a berry speshul week for flowers. Mr. X brought big long red ones to Miss E yestaday. She say, "oooh, Roses!" She so happy! Dey is purrty, but dey is tall and dey is not good for sniffing cos dey is too tall.

It's more easy to sniff da ones dat Miss E cut from da garden and brought into da house. She puts dem on da kitchun table.

Da last time der was any thing like dis in da house, I gots in trubble cos I eated dem. And I did it ebery chance I got. So, Miss E putted da ad in da freecycle and gaves dem all away. Some lady and man came ta gets dem. Dey was berry happy.

And I was berry sad, cos I liked to eated da plants. But, now I am big kitty mancat. So I wonts eated no more plants. I be a good kitty. Just sniffey dem.

Everyfing was so intresting. Three differunt kinds of flowers Miss E brought in. Bambi say dey was Peruvian Lilies and da other was sumpin she don't know. But, da best one I lyke da best was da one called Lemon Flower. It smell soooo goood! Bambi say dat one from da tree out front dat makes da lemons. I remember lemons from dat time we played wid dem in the kitchun floor. Lemon flower smell so good.I reely lykes dem berry mucho! I just sniff and sniff all around.

Bambi and me, we investa gate dem flowers. Ninja no was dere, cos him was takin' nap. But, Bambi, she did sumpin' bad. Bambi not just sniffin. Bambi started eaten da flower. Miss E, she havta take away flowers. Now dey way up high on bookcase.

Ginger Cat Returns!

2010-05-10T02:35:00.000-07:00

The Monk arrived with many grocery bags. Queen Bambi was in seventh heaven sticking her nose in them all. I mean, making inspections. Since I have the superior sniffer on me, I have no need for such investigations.

I knew what was in them. It is a shame that The Monk did not bring any sushi, for I sadly miss it, though it tends to upset my stomach. Such shame I must carry to be a ninja cat and I cannot tolerate my favorite food.

As you know, The Monk and I have a special bond. He has decided I am his own cat and lets me sleep on his legs. So after he left, I went to lie down on the same spot, just so I could feel close to him.

I wont say it was a mistake that I took a cat nap. Things tend to happen as they are meant to. That's a Zen Philosophy I strongly believe. Very sensible to not fuss about it. However, since I was not there when the sun went down to watch out the big sliding glass door I missed all the action.

I am sooo proud of my little buddy, Spyder. Queen Bambi reported to me exactly what happened. Since Miss E had left the big glass door open and only the big screen door closed, Spyder and Bambi enjoyed the breeze even after dark settled upon us. That was also the time the Ginger Cat returned to trespass!

Queen Bambi was again sitting in a high place and could not get to the door fast enough to warn off the stranger. Before she could blink an eye, Spyder ran straight at him, the same way I did the other evening. Like me, he banged his head on the screen. Lucky for Spyder that the glass door was open. I really had a hard knock from doing that myself. I had not intended to give the little guy such a bad example. I hope he does not continue this unfortunate technique!

Spyder banging the screen and Ginger cat running away with his infamous whining is what made me wake from my doze, and of course, it was too late for me to do anything, so I turned myself around and got comfortable once more

In Celebration of the Outstretched Paw

2010-05-08T20:29:00.000-07:00

Our friends on other cat blogs have been celebrating the outstretched paw. We think it is a good idea to join them.

This is Ninja writing, so I will put my picture first. I think you will find my mancat paw quite pawsome!

This is Spyder stretching his paw out in the Curly Q fashion

Bambi says she is Queen and therefore does not reach her paw out to anyone! It is very true. We have never seen her do that and Miss E has never taken a picture of her that way.

Go on over to Purrfect Haven, Darcy and Bingley's blog, to see their outstretched paws. And Milo and Alfie's too. They all have some really pawsome pictures!

Stranger Danger!

2010-05-07T03:48:00.000-07:00

I owe Ninja an apology. I have made disparaging remarks regarding his ninja training.

I thought he was too proud, too overweight, too old and too cowardly. I mean, after all, he gave that impression, always asserting he had spent his life studying with masters, that he had black collars in every martial art there is, and he clearly wears a red collar.

We just thought he made it all up that he could climb walls silently and fly across the tops of bamboo trees. I don't even know what a bamboo tree is. But, he swears he can smell one probably planted directly across the street. And truly he was overweight, though has been more in shape lately. He has always acquiesced to my position as his Queen and acts frightened and runs away if I so much as look at him imperiously, which I am very good at, by the way.

But, this evening he proved himself in every way. We were all in our room enjoying the sunset, looking out our large plate glass sliding door that leads out to the patio. It is a good thing that Miss E had closed it earlier as it was getting chilly. Usually we have it open with just the screen closed so that the fresh air can be enjoyed.

After the sun went down and we were drowsing with the dusk, I perked up my ears as Ninja sounded a warning whisker. A stranger was approaching!

A large ginger cat came up to the window brazen as you please. We were all quite alarmed! I was up on top of the cat tower so I could not quickly make a charge.

So, Ninja leaped to the rescue, he was at the door immediately and would have gone through the screen! He so fiercely attacked that he banged his nose against the window. This did not make our intruder go away, but it certainly had him worried, as he kept looking away like he wanted to.

By this time Spyder was there beside Ninja, waiting for some guidance on how to help. Oh yes, our boy is growing so brave, and Ninja has taught him well the ways of a Man Cat. Ninja gave a fierce growl politely suggesting (as is his way) that the stranger vacate the premises immediately.

Our little Spyder had his hackles up so high he looked like a porcupine, but he joined in with Ninja demanding the stranger leave. Between them both, the stranger carefully turned, step by step making his way back out into the night, but not before he muttered a whining growl. "I'll be back!" he said. "You've not heard the last from me!"

Cat Reading

2010-05-06T00:16:00.000-07:00

We thought you might enjoy one of our LOLZ

Cats on Diets

2010-05-05T12:48:00.000-07:00

Da begetable man came today. Miss E sorted and washed dem all, and split the booty into seprit containers.

Them smells was bery interesting, almost like when da windows is open, we can smell fings like dat. We really liked da garlic and when one dropped on da floor, I had ta run over ta investigate. Miss E, she always droppin fings on da floor. But her not let me near garlic. She say is very bad for cats! Queen Bambi say Miss E got butter fingers. But I don't see no candy round here. Maybe she mean Miss E gots butter on her fingers and makes slippery and dat why fings fall down?

I wanted ta eat da begetables, but Miss E didn't give me no chances ta get to dem. I hope I can try it sometime. Dey was so intreeging ta smell. She shooed me away from da table, den later gave me canned food while Ninja and Bambi was in da other room. Miss E has been feeding me several times a day, both wet food, speshal formula for kittens, and dry kitten food. It all easier ta chew than that stuff dat hard stuff.

Qween Bambi and Ninja spent so much time at da feeder I hardly never had a chance ta get in and eat. So, for a while, Miss E fed me on top da fridgerator. Ninja could not jump up there no matter how ninja's say he can fly, he cannot fly this high. But, Bambi figure it out and she always finish up my food. Now, I dont has ta worry, cos I gets ta eat alone. Nobody bother me.

We have all been a little testy about da changes goin on about our food around here. Me getting extra, while da others are hiding in da bedroom with the door shut. I can tell they are not happy about dat as they dig at da door. I happy cos Miss E say she thinking of me nutrishun so I can grow up big and stong.

Then when they come out they get a tiny bit of food. Queen Bambi says that it is because Miss E is putting us all on a diet. She does not believe she is fat and Ninja says he is all muscle. Qween Bambi says, it making us all dependent on Miss E and we cants ignore her cos we has ta wait til she feed us. I don't minds, cos I gets my fair share now. Those guys donts gets ta push me away from food. Now I gonna grow up helthy!