Bug Eye Ninja Cat

Ninja Boo sees an insect on the wall.

 I no longer wonder 

what the definition of bug-eyed is!

The Cat's Favorites

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

Here are the answers to the following:

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cat Insectophilia

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.

Floors Are Not Slippery All Day

A bug! A bug! How exciting! A flying bug! I just love the sport of bug hunting! We have had way too few bugs of late, with the weather being inclement.

Today, our dear Monk returned to do more repairs on the kitchen floor. Will that ever be finished? He keeps moving furniture around and Miss E has piled things everywhere. It's a mess, and not the neat environment fit for one of my station in life. As a Queen, It is very disrupting to say the least. I must admit this disturbs me. One can hardly maintain a regal bearing if one has to climb over objects that were not there yesterday. One's royal environment should be exactly as the one prefers, and I do not like all this upheaval! Miss E understood and put me in the bedroom by myself.

That being said, the wonderful benefit of all this was the Monk's comings and goings throughout the day. I could hear that front door open and close repeatedly. Since the weather was nice, I was already watching the bugs fly around from my high location in the bedroom window. Oh, the bugs! They are back! And they were getting into the house with all those in's and out's!

I knew the boys were enjoying watching the bugs out of the sliding glass door in the other room. They were closed in there together. A very good idea, I must say, since they are forced to get along nicely when they are confined like that.

One time Miss E came into the bedroom and I just zipped right out. I wanted to get into high gear bug hunting, and I was quickly scanning the ceilings when I realized I smelled something quite noxious. By the time I got to the kitchen I discovered exactly what it was. Very sticky, gooey gluey stuff was all over my paws in no time at all! I ran across the newly tiled floor right past the Monk as fast as I could, but the goo did not come off my dainty paws! Oh, no! Miss E was coming from the other direction. I knew she wanted to pick me up. But, how could I let her? Then she would get goo on herself from me. Besides, I really didn't want her to know I had made such a faux paw! So, I zipped on out through the kitty door into the garage and sought a place to hide. But by this time, I now had litter stuck to my paws. I just looked at Miss E and said, "help?"

She picked me up and unceremoniously wrapped me in a towel. I hate it when she does that. Where is my red velvet robe as befits me? I was very tolerant of her as she picked the goo and bits of litter and dust and hair that was stuck between my toes. She even cleaned off my claws very nicely just by picking at them. She was not about to use nail polish remover! Thank heavens for that. I'm sure I would have swooned from the fumes! By the time Miss E started on my back paws, I had lost my patience, though. Where's my dignity? I ask you! I told her several times, very nicely, to let me down before I managed to overpower her and removed myself from her presence. She is a clever lady. She knows not to chase me. I can count on that. So, when she called me very nicely, I returned. But, I still didn't want her picking at my back paws.

Miss E called the vet as she worried that my toes might get stuck together, wanted to know if she should take me in to the vet. I was appalled at the exorbitant price they suggested to her and told her, no, I would not go. She put me in the carrier anyway. I didn't argue with her. I was resigned to go. But, I had misunderstood. Apparently the vet had told her the substance was eco-friendly and to give me a tranquilizer. I forgot we had them for emergencies. Within a short time, I was much calmer, and I really felt quite safe and sound all cuddled in with my furry sheepskin to knead. Later, I wouldn't mind so much when Miss E picked at my toes to get the sticky stuff off.

Ninja and Spyder were out from their afternoon bachelor party and stalking about the house looking for the Monk. He hadn't said good bye to them and they were a bit put out. Probably a little jealous, I suppose. The Monk spent a great deal of time saying good bye to me when I was still recovering from the calming medicine, and I'm sure they heard him. I decided to tell the boys that the Monk sent them his love and had to hurry off because he had stayed almost til midnight putting in the tiles. So, they went off into the kitchen to investigate the quality. I told them to be careful for the sticky stuff. They assured me that none was visible anywhere. So, I didn't worry about them. I'm sure Ninja would handle the situation by doing his ninja flips. But, little Spyder, who is not so little anymore, would probably be quite perplexed.

Once the boys had done their safety check on the house, they found everything in much better shape, so they had a snack and climbed up on the bed to rest. Miss E lifted me out of the carrier and we had quite a good time cuddling while she tickled my back toes. It was very nice to get the rest of that sticky stuff off my paws. She also carefully trimmed some of the fur there, too. Although I could have done that myself. It was nice to receive the royal treatment and have my paws all pristine again.

I had just settled down in my boudoir when I noticed Spyder give the alert. BUG! BUG! BUG! And, there it was making a dive bomb for the lamp shade. I knew there were new bugs in the house! Spyder and I got to it at the same moment bumping that critter right between our noses. Sadly, it got away. Spyder was quite impudent. He said, "Why don't you watch where yer goin?" So, I snapped that bug right off his face and popped it in my mouth, much to his dismay. And then.... I let him know in no uncertain terms that he could not communicate with me in such a manner!