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Fish is Overrated
Why do all humans assume that fish is a cat's favorite morsel?
Fish is delish but we love chicken too - roast chicken, fried chicken and rich chicken soup. We are gaga over chips, crackers and cheese!
Mommy's bestfriend's aunt's cat loves those synthetic morsel that humans call "cat food"... or was it "kibble?" She sticks to a particular flavor... and as far as we know, she has never tasted real fish and has no inkling whatsoever to try other dishes than her good old "kibble."
XOXO,
Munchkin
Fish is delish but we love chicken too - roast chicken, fried chicken and rich chicken soup. We are gaga over chips, crackers and cheese!
Mommy's bestfriend's aunt's cat loves those synthetic morsel that humans call "cat food"... or was it "kibble?" She sticks to a particular flavor... and as far as we know, she has never tasted real fish and has no inkling whatsoever to try other dishes than her good old "kibble."
XOXO,
Munchkin
Pigrolac
Mommy had a couple of her former office mates come over for a movie marathon last weekend. Can't say I hate them. They swooned over us cats like celebrity and took photos of us. I bet they would have begged for our signature too if we knew how to write.
My son Cookie Boy stole the show on the sole account that he was the biggest cat that they ever saw in their life time. A gabby girl Mommy calls Helen then exclaimed, "What do you feed them? Pigrolac?" Pigrolac, Jumbo, Producer are not cat food. They are what piggery owners feed the hogs.
Should we take it as a compliment? For the record, my kids and I are not obese. I swear the human guests acted like we were the luckiest pets on Earth.
XOXO,
Vanilla
Poop Disaster
Forgive me for the lack of a better post title. Mommy was so pissed today. She found my habit of peeing on the toilet rather cute, so I thought I'd humor her by pooping on the bathroom floor.
Five minutes after the dirty deed, the whole house began to stink. The odor roused mommy from her sleep. She let out a hiss -- Yeah, she turns to a snake when she fumes. I once heard her say that she likes an anime character called Orochimaru -- and I quickly hid for quick cover as she cleaned up the mess I made.
Oh well, I guess I won't be allowed to snuggle on the bed tonight. I wonder why the Purina special sand for my box is still unopened...
XOXO
Cookie Boy
Five minutes after the dirty deed, the whole house began to stink. The odor roused mommy from her sleep. She let out a hiss -- Yeah, she turns to a snake when she fumes. I once heard her say that she likes an anime character called Orochimaru -- and I quickly hid for quick cover as she cleaned up the mess I made.
Oh well, I guess I won't be allowed to snuggle on the bed tonight. I wonder why the Purina special sand for my box is still unopened...
XOXO
Cookie Boy
Eulogy for a Cat
He was buried on a Friday.
I remember that day well. The heat proved unbearable at daylight and then during my wee waking hours, the heavens cried in torrents.
I wore my mask (oh, don’t we all?) and faked a smile and laughed the loudest at the “little” mishap, but inside I bled and wept with the heavens too, for I loved and lost.
This was what I remembered of him: He was furry and soft, tenacious to his habits, graceful and cautious in his steps, at one time self-reliant, at other times affectionate and subservient.
He had a tiny pink nose and even pinker, well-groomed paws, one yellow eye and one green one, and, splattered on his fleecy-white back, one “Dalmatian dot.”
He had always been Special Cat. He knew his place in the family and played his part well: at one time the de-stress kit, at another time the clown, and still at other times the conversation piece each of us took pleasure in talking about.
He knew when to keep silent – and he did this quite often – and knew when to entertain us with his meows. He was our constant traveling companion. He made every home “home” for us. We looked forward to his warm welcomes after a long day at school or at work.
He had no hang-ups, no pretensions, no expectations… only unquestioning loyalty and unwavering faith and unconditional love.
He perpetrated no “crime” for which he was reprimanded and unforgiven: not the broken printer… not tattered books… not even shattered equipment our technocrat of a dad valued so much.
Indeed, how can one be angry at a creature that has exuded so much gentility and refinement? How can one stay angry at a creature that has brought out nothing but the best of our humaneness?
There was no rift he could not bridge, no laughter he could not evoke after an intense bout of depression, no tears he could not dry.
The five years he was with us were perhaps one of our happiest, simply because he was with us… because he was Special.
It’s been five years.
Still, I feel profound sorrow, which feeling one artist has described quite poignantly, and I quote her, “Seasons change. Life goes on. But without him, I’m done. Without him, I’m gone.”
It’s been five years.
Still, I hear no meows, no music, no sound, just something inside of me that cracked.
Baby Bunge, you are dearly missed.
Cheesy Dreams
Dear Cod...
We want Mommy's cheese.
Please let at least one slice fall from the table.
Nom.... Nom... Nom..
Breakfast Queue
Humans call this "orderliness."
If we had our way, we don't want to wait for food.
Gone were the days when we let the best cat win.
Sad, Lonely Eyes
Munchkin was born the runt of the "litter" (of 2 kittens, including Cookie Boy).
She could barely lift her body.
This photo shows the little one huddled in one corner of the room.
The poor, adorable thing...
She could barely lift her body.
This photo shows the little one huddled in one corner of the room.
The poor, adorable thing...
Those Cute Kitten Days
This was ours taken by mommy when we were just 2 weeks old.
Munchkin and Cookie Boy
