Drippy Monday

Hemingway, what was that loud noise this morning?  At first I thought it was you jumping off of Mom’s desk, but even you can’t make that much noise.  Then there was a flash of light like Mom was taking my picture….but I knew it wasn’t her ‘cuz she was still sleeping.  Then that loud noise again.  I looked outside and it was wet everywhere.  I don’t understand.

That’s what they call rain, thunder and lightning.  The only reason I know is ‘cuz I heard that little man in the TV box who talks about the weather.  When I first saw rain I thought there was some big faucet outside that someone had turned on and I wanted to go out and play in it.  Mom told me I wouldn’t like getting that wet and I think she’s right.  I like to put my paws in water and splash but I don’t think I want water all over me!  Ebony doesn’t seem to mind if she goes out in the rain but she’s a dog and doesn’t know better.

Well, I don’t know if I really like the loud noises.  I hope that doesn’t happen too often and I really hope the noises don’t get any louder!  Oh, and I’m sure I wouldn’t want to go out and get all wet.  Just think how stupid my tail would look!  I need to keep my tail dry and fluffy so people will admire it.

You are such a goof, Shakespeare.  My tail is just as pretty and I don’t brag about it all the time.  At least when Mom’s friend visited on Saturday she kept saying that I was elegant!  I think that’s better than having a big tail.

No way!!!

Hey………I think it’s time for a snack and then a nap.  I sure hope you didn’t eat all the food this morning!

Happy Mother’s Day

Hey Shakespeare, I was watching TV with Mom the other night and the people were talking about Mother’s Day.  I looked at the calendar Mom has hanging on the wall and it said today is Mother’s Day.

What does that mean?

It means we are supposed to honor our mothers and show them how much we love them.

Hemingway, you do know that Mom isn’t our real mom, don’t you?  I mean…she doesn’t look a thing like either of us.  She’s much taller and she doesn’t have fur.

Shakespeare, sometimes I wonder how long it’s going to take you to grow up.  I know that Mom adopted us.  That’s even more reason for us to show her how much we love her.  She chose us from all those homeless kittens out there.  We were special in her eyes, and in our eyes she’s special to us.

Do you think humans thought up this holiday?  I’m thinking cats thought it up ‘cuz we are just naturally loving and caring.

I don’t know about that, but I know I’m going to be extra nice to Mom today.  She’s getting older and she can’t run around and chase us all the time.  I’m going to try to stay out of trouble all day long and I think you should try to do the same, Shakespeare.

Hemingway, I’m a very good kitty.  I don’t jump up on Mom’s desk all the time like you do.

Well, I don’t jump up to see what’s in the sink.

Shhhhhhhhhhh……….I think Mom’s coming.  We better stop arguing and start purring.

We love you, Mom!!

Happy Mother's Day

It’s Friday!!!

Mom really likes Fridays.  I can tell.  When the alarm goes off, she kind of smiles as she shuts it off so it won’t ring the next day.  That’s the only day she does that so maybe that’s why she likes Fridays.  She’s happier when she leaves the house in the morning and she’s really happy when she comes home at night.  I don’t know if it’s a human thing or what, but it’s kind of interesting.  She says her retired friends don’t have to set alarms.

I’ve heard her talk about some of her friends being retired.  I don’t understand, Hemingway.  Does that mean they were tired and then got tired all over again?  Why don’t they just stay tired?  Seems silly to get tired again.

Shakespeare, you’re babbling.  I actually feel sorry for her friends who are retired.  From what I understand, a human who is retired doesn’t go to work like Mom does.  That means they can’t get real happy about Fridays ‘cuz every day is pretty much the same.

I would get bored with that.

Me too!  I need variety.  Hey, while she’s at work today maybe I can figure out how to turn on her alarm clock again so she’ll think tomorrow is Friday and she’ll be happy again.

Even though I’m younger, somehow I don’t think that will work.

I guess not.  I’ll just wake her up early the way I usually do.  Let’s go see if she left any treats out by mistake.

Mayo in the sink????

Mom said we should post this again since it’s that special day.  This was first posted when I was just a kitten and didn’t know much.


Hemingway, what is Mom talking about?  I’m trying to figure out another one of those “human” things.   She said something about mayo in the sink.  I went and looked and I didn’t see anything.  Am I missing out on something?  Do you know what she’s talking about?

Shakespeare, you know you’re not supposed to be up on the counter.  I’m going to tell Mom that you’re snooping again.

Well, I’m just trying to figure out what all the excitement is about.  I even heard them talking about it on the news this morning when Mom was trying to wake up.

I didn’t hear anything about it but I was busy staring at the dirt again.  I love to do that.  Maybe I can become the world’s best “dirt starer” and make lots of money for treats and toys.

Hemingway, you are so strange.  How can I find out about  mayo in the sink?

We could Google it.  Mom showed me how to do that.

Hey, I never thought about that!

I can’t see when you have your big tail in the way, Shakespeare!

Hey…………is this what you were hearing?  Is it Cinco de Mayo?

Maybe.  I heard “mayo” and that made me think of sandwiches and you know I love bread.  I figured Mom had some sandwiches in the sink or something.  If there isn’t any bread involved then I’ll let the humans deal with the “mayo”.

Well, I’m not too sure what it’s all about but I don’t think they mean there’s mayo in the sink.  We’ll have to ask Mom about it when she gets home from work.

I’m going to go take a nap now.  Leave the computer alone!

Cat Chatter

I woke up from my nap and I was just sitting here thinking about things.  For instance, take a look at my foot. 

                            Hemingway ponders the colors on his feet.

I have really black fur and then really white fur.  How does the hair know what color it should be?  What happens if the white hairs jump across that invisible line?  If a black hair shows up in the white, should I pull it?  How does my fur know to make a nice clean line there on my foot?  If I get my nice white foot muddy will Mom get mad?  I’m thinking I probably already know the answer to that one!

How come my fur is shiny and black and Shakespeare’s fur is long, fluffy and shades of orange?  What would I look like if my fur was orange?

Have you ever sat and stared at dirt?  I do it all the time.  Mom has some plants in the house and she can’t understand why I’m so fascinated with staring at the dirt.  Have you ever noticed all the different colors and textures?  It’s like staring into a mud puddle or looking at those white fluffy things in the sky and making pictures in your mind.  I can do that with dirt.  It’s fun.  You should try it sometime!

Ok, I’ve thought enough.  It’s time to go chase Shakespeare!!

My Turn to Talk

I don’t know where Hemingway is but the computer is free and I’m going to use it while I can.  That Hemingway thinks he owns it just ‘cuz he’s bigger and older.  Well, I’m younger and more agile and besides that………..I’m smarter!!!

Treats are very important to both of us.  We love it when Mom gives us treats.  She makes Hemingway do tricks to get his treats but she knows I don’t have time for stupid tricks.  I just want the treats!!!  When she comes home from work she feeds the dog and that means we get treats.  Most of the time I don’t even bother to greet her at the door.  I just go sit on my “throne” (which is the lid on the metal container that holds our food) and wait for my treats.  I always have lots of time afterwards to greet Mom but I keep my priorities straight!

Do you like bread?  I would like to kiss the human who invented bread.  I just love it!  Whenever Mom has some bread I just talk up a storm trying to convince her to give me some.  Most of the time it works, but sometimes she doesn’t like to share.  Isn’t that wrong?  Aren’t you humans supposed to share??

Hemingway loves to go outside but I don’t like it.  When that wind hits me it scares me and I get frantic as I try to find the magic entrance to the house.  Maybe when it gets warmer I might enjoy going out for a little bit but Mom has to be around so she can let me back into the house right away.  I’m still kind of young even though I’ve had my one year birthday.  I’ve got lots of learning to do.

Well, I guess I better go for now.  I think Hemingway is awake and he’ll probably try to take over the computer again.  Yep………it’s that sharing thing again.  I have to learn more about sharing and how I can benefit from it.

Doctor’s House

Well, I had to go see the doctor the other day.  It was fun at first but then it got kind of humiliating.  The doctor lady is really nice and she keeps calling me, “Handsome.”  I really like that ‘cuz I happen to be extraordinary.

Hemingway, quit begging for compliments and get on with the story.  I don’t want to wait all day to use the computer.

Shakespeare, sometimes you really get on my nerves.  For a little brother you can really be a pest at times!  When Mom and I got to the doctor’s house, she carried me in and I did do quite a bit of squirming ‘cuz I wanted to get down and walk.  Man, it looks so “uncool” if your Mom carries you in to the doctor’s house!!!  Well, Mom wouldn’t let me get down so I decided I might as well behave.  I sat and looked at the dogs on the other side of the room.  They were barking and making lots of noise.  I thought they were stupid.  Then another cat came in and he started making all sorts of strange noises.  His Mom made him look like a dork ‘cuz he was in this little house-like thing that she carried.  I think he was really embarrassed to be seen in public like that.

Finally we got to go into another room and then Mom put me down on the floor.  I was a little confused and scared so I found a corner where I could try to hide.  It didn’t work ‘cuz the doctor lady’s helper found me.  Mom picked me up and put me on this cold metal thing that was kind of slippery.  Then the “helper” started feeling me and listening to my heart and stuff.  I could have told her that my heart was beating just fine but she had to hear for herself.  The worst part was when she stuck this long thing into a hidden part under my tail.  She had no business going there!  I put up with that humiliation forever and she finally took it out.  I thought I was in the clear until Dear Old Mom asked the helper if she was going to weigh me.  Man, I almost got away with it!!!  What was Mom thinking?  I’m going to tell Mom’s doctor to make sure and weigh her and then she won’t feel so good. 

So, all of this and what did Mom find out?  Well, when the doctor lady came in the room she told me that I was so handsome and that I was really healthy.  She said that she thought I was so good and then she gave me some shots!!!  Mom was holding me so I couldn’t run, but the shots didn’t really hurt that much.  The last shot is what really scared me.  The doctor lady explained that there wasn’t a needle but that it shot the medicine with a strong burst of air so there was going to be a loud pop.  I didn’t realize how loud that pop was going to be and it’s a good thing Mom was holding me ‘cuz I was ready to tear out of there!!!!  The doctor lady told Mom that I shouldn’t gain any more weight.  I found out that I weigh 17.7 pounds……….but I’m a BIG cat!!!  I have a long body so there’s lots of room for food.  I’m afraid Mom is going to start cutting out my treats and that’s not a good thing.  Maybe when Mom lets me go outside I can start running around in the back yard and lose some weight.  Of course that means I have to wait until summer and according to Mom we’re not going to have summer this year!

Hemingway……….are you about done?  You’ve been at that computer forever!  I’m too tired to do anything now so I’m going to go take a nap.  Please keep the noise down so I can sleep.

Hey………that nap thing sounds pretty good.  I think I’ve talked enough for now so I’m going to go join Shakespeare in a nap.  Besides, I need plenty of energy tonight so I can keep Mom awake.  She tells everyone she doesn’t like it when I do that, but I think she really does!

Look What Mom Got Us!!!

Hey Shakespeare….Mom got us a blog!!!

Hemingway, I don’t think Mom wants you playing with her computer when she isn’t here.  What’s a blog, anyway?

Mom said this is for us so get away from the monitor so I can see.  I’m not sure what a blog is….but I think it stands for Bring Lots of Goodies!!!

Hey, cool!  I’m always ready for goodies.  This might turn out to be kind of fun.  You just have to remember to share or I’m going to tell Mom!

Shakespeare always has to sit right in front of the monitor!