Happy 1st and 4th of July!

I'm going to post this early cuz it's real special. :)

Lotsa stuff is happening at the beginning of July, including a pawtay at Kimo & Sabi's! Their humans will be out of town. I will try not to wear any lampshades on my head after too many 'niptinis.

Also, Mr. Hendrix and Bendrix will be throwing another house-trashing party at their place on July 6th!

In my house, there are two big holidays at the beginning of July! The first, on the 1st of July is my Daddy's birfday!

HAPPY BIRFDAY DADDY!! WE LOVE YOU!!

Sadie is lickin' her lips in anticipation of birfday cake.

Pwease don't fink you're old, daddy.

We know you remember the Civil War and all dat, but 120 is the new 40!

(Don't worry, he'll find that funny)

You'll always be our hero, and mommy's hero too.

And now... onto the 4th of July Celebration!
(This post will run til the 4th of July)

This photo is made in the spirit of the Freedom of America, where daredevils have the right to dress up in American flag-themed suits and jump over multiple vehicles on motorcycles. Thus I, the great Kilroyni, is going to "leap" over 2 dogs in honor of this 4th of July.

These woofies won't even know what hit 'em.

Here I is, approaching the situation thoughtfully.

One small leap for Mr. Greybutt, one giant leap for catkind!

And now that the stunt is finished, I'm taking my star-spangled butt to the Temptayshuns bag... (que Elvis impersonation) cuz momma... you know I earned 'em. I know karate, watch out!

Wordy Wednesday

Okie, there are some things I've been meanin' to do:

1. Get recordin's of my speak-chirp because Gold thought it would be cute. (It's a little hard to find me in a chirpy mood, though)

2. Get a recordin' of Macy doing her "DON'T TOUCH ME" sound, which sounds like "MEH MEH MEH!"

3. I forget the rest.

Mommy's gotta fix her camera so dat it can pick up sounds.

Anyway, I just wanted to take this moment to tell all my cat friends and their humans that I think they are all so great! Special thanks to Daisy, who got me blogging in the first place.

Here are some pictures of when mom caught me an' Macy NOT fighting and sitting within a foot of each other - a very rare occurrance!

See how we has two litterboxes now? Stoopid woofies think it's a buffet. Rawrgh.
(Btw, this is before momma swept! She knew a photo op like this wouldn't last.)

Chillin' in mah crib! Wif mah homey May-cee! Okay, she's not really my homey but it just doesn't sound as gangsta when I say "Chillin' in mah crib wif mah floofy roommate!"

A sad day for robots

Warning! Litter Box related activity is written about below!

Well, I guess it's official: We hate our super duper automatic litterbox.

See, there was a...a problem lately. A literal poopstorm, as Macy suddenly decided that she would make it very clear that she did not like going in that litterbox. Very, very gross to humans. I might have also been a bad boy, but I'll never tell! I'll just blame it on Macy.

Anyhoo, mommy put the old litter box next to the automatic one and the out-of-litter-box experiences stopped. She's using the robotic counter on the automatic box to see if we are using it at all now. The truth is... not really. We might use it once or twice a week, but dat's about it.

So mommy and daddy think that Macy got "attacked" while she was usin' the crapper. The automatic litterbox can be set to self-scoop every 5, 10 or 20 minutes after use and we had it set on 20 minutes, as recommended by the instruction manual. 20 minutes is a long enough span for two kitties to use it and for one to get...uh...pronged. *shudders*

In other robot news, our robot vacuum is still behaving. Dat's a relief for mommy, who was afraid it would become possessed and try to eat us. And there is some awesome imagery here (http://www.texasjim.com/NASApix/NASA%20pix.htm) of space shuttle robots being nice. So I guess it's not that sad of a day for robots.

An Award!! For ME?

Talk about irony! Gold and Shade, those two cool cats at Sumac Stories, make my day but they were the ones who sent me this really cool award.

I would like to pass this award to Angus Mhor, whose giant seven-toed moose feets (dats 14 in all!) keep him to his mancatly duties.

And now Mommy's gonna take over to fill out the quirk-related theme on behalf of our one-who-came-before, Hannah. These are not so much quirks, but more like a quirky history.

1. We found Hannah in a shelter in Glendale, CA. We knew she was the one for us when she came over and said hello to each of us before casually hopping up into the food bin area and trying to break into a bin with plenty of spunk.

2. Poor Hannah had to ride in a car all the way to SC. On the first day, she passed out in her clean litterbox all the way to the hotel. The hellcat came out the next day, though; she wanted to get under the pedals, so we placed her back in her PTU. She would complain VERY vocally so we made up a song (think George Thoroughgood [spelling?]):

Duh nuh nuh nuh
My name's Hannah Kitty
Duh nuh nuh nuh
You guys are so mean
Duh nuh nuh nuh
I's gonna scream
Duh nuh nuh nuh

There were MANY different verses, often detailing her funny antics and how she let us know about her displeasure.
3. She liked to jump on our heads while we were sleeping. Sometimes she'd jump around the bedroom like a little gazelle from head to head... boing! boing!

4. She could speak English! Yes, I know that sounds like my imagination, but she at least she spoke close enough: When she wanted to go outside, she would make a sound that sounded like "Ank Oo!" (Thank You) whenever we opened the door for her. If I picked her up and she wanted to be left alone - or she didn't get something she wanted - she would go "WAAAAH!" just like Lucille Ball. She would chirp and garble like an infant trying to speak. One time I told her she was such a pretty princess and she said, quite coyly, "ri row" (I know).

5. When we lived in our old apartment (where there were plenty of cats running around), she had a black and white bob-tailed cat boyfriend named Bob. She'd go hang out with him and they'd go do something behind a bush... then moments later, Bob would come out with a spring in his step. A few minutes after that, Hannah would creep out looking both ways like a guilty but gleeful schoolgirl.

6. For a city girl, Hannah took to the forest really well: she caught all kinds of bunnies, mice and even a baby snake once. We'd make her let go of anything that we caught her with.

That's it for now. Thank you for reading about our Hannah Bears! We miss her so much, even though it's been about a year now since her untimely passing. We look forward to the day when we can see her again.

Meme Time! Today: QUIRKS

I gotsta write 6 quirks about myself. I've been tagged by The Cheezits, Colby and Cheddar for this meme. Hmmm, this'll take some thinkin'!

1. I am a very good judge of character: I used to beat up and annoy all of mom's ex-boyfriends. From playing with my loud toys when one was watching a movie (I KNEW he hated dat) to actually jumping on one and digging all claws and all fangers into him. Sometimes I used to climb up to high places and then launch myself at the intruders. I haven't beat up on Daddy, though, cuz he's way cool. He's been here three years so I guess I've decided to let him stay.

2. No aminals are allowed in the human sleeping room at night anymore cuz of me. The reason is cuz I would do funny fings to Daddy while he slept... like sleep on his chest and STARE at him so he'd wake up to big kitty eyes in his face (even though I like him, I still wanna remind him dat Mommy is MY woman). Or I'd stare at mommy in such a way that my butt would be aimed at daddy, and he certainly didn't like waking up that way (especially when I would have lots of flatulence). At night, sometimes my humans would become my personal salt licks; when daddy woke up to me licking him on the butt, I fink dat's when he said, "Okay, all aminals out of the human sleeping chambers!" But he lets me in the room when he gets up early while mommy sleeps in... I like to curl up under the covers with her.

3. I am often a grumpy guy. I pretend dat I hate it when mommy kisses me and ruffles my fur, but then I get up and do a special strut and then sit down to happily clean myself.

4. Sometimes I "cheat" on mommy by sitting on daddy's lap and getting loves and skritches. If she catches me getting love from daddy I start to feel real guilty; sometimes I slink away, but other times I just stay and get all the love I can even though I have a guilty look on my face. Sometimes daddy tells on me while I'm on his lap and I give him a dirty look, with ears back and everything! I get real mad at him for telling mommy dat I'm cheating on her. Mommy either pretends she's mad or she laughs... geez mommy, why don't you get jealous? You're supposed to get jealous, like I do when you and daddy are cuddling on the couch and I come climb on top of you both.

5. I don't meow but I make funny squeaking sounds, especially when I'm calling for my mommy.

6. I like to hide and be a super spy kitty, but I guess I don't realize dat my hiding places aren't very good. Sometimes I think NO ONE can see me but then mommy laughs about how my butt is sticking out of the bush or my tail is on the other side of the doorway (and twitching very noticeably). I always get very surprised when she touches the part dat I previously thought was hidden.

Extra fact: I act like the woofies annoy me, but sometimes I pop them on the nose while they're sleeping and then I run off so they'll chase me (and then daddy will yell at them!)

Dat wasn't as hard as I thought it would be! Um, please excuse me if some of dat was more WEIRD than quirky. :)

I would like to tag: (these are links) Angus Mhor, Meowers from Missouri (Xing Lu, Nels, Nitro and/or Ed), Perfectly Parker and PB&J Is My Favorite (Pearl, Bert and/or Jake). My mommy might also do this meme for our Rainbow Bridger Hannah. She was an awesomely quirky kitty.

Okay, so here's the rules for the Quirky Meme:

1. Link to the one who tagged you.
2. List the rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag some bloggers friends with links.
5. Leave a comment on their blog to let them know they've been tagged.
6. What's a quirk?

What is a quirk? I will define it as: "Something odd a person or kitty or woofy does dat just makes them more loveable."

Auntie Caitlin

We is so proud of our Auntie Caitlin. She studies modern dance and is in Japan right now studying their ethnic dance styles while teaching English. She speaks Japanese super good! She's a very funny person, too.

For a performance piece, she dressed up as a big kitty and pranced through Kobe. It's super cool!


This video has different meanings. Discuss!
(If it doesn't show up above, you can see it here)

Wild Wednesday (early post)

FANK YOU EVERYONE for all your sweet well-wishes and purrs for my mommy. She's feelin' much better now. I gave her LOTS of purr therapy (purrapy?) and your comments made her feel nice too. As much as no one likes getting sick, this flu made her relax - which was something that crazy lady really needed to do! It was kind of a blessing in disguise. Thank you all for your best wishes.

As for me, I have very recently journeyed into a dangerous place, the likes of which no cat has ever returned from- until now! For your viewing pleasure.... I present....

DESCENT INTO THE DOG PEN

Mic check... testing... 1, 2, 1, 2. Is the camera on? We're on? Okay. Hello, this is Kilroy L. Beastie, reporting to you on site. I'm about to enter the dreaded pigpen, er, I mean, dogpen. The place from which no cat has returned.

You can see me as a small grey dot on this uncharted landscape. It may appear tranquil, but watch out! Dat's just an illusion! Here come the natives!

Hmm. As you can see, the natives are highly annoying yet surprisingly harmless.

Just to be sure, I raise a paw in warning and bat at them fiercely a few times to let them know dat I'm not a cat to be trifled with.

Here is a victory shot of myself after I fended off the savage beasts.

Once the slobberers stopped trying to play with me, I decided dat I would inspect their home.

Ugh. Truly, these are savages: they do not have scratching posts OR indoor litter boxes.

Here I am relaxing next to one of their ancient and sacred relics. In their language they call it the "bark bark," which I believe translates into "old gas meter."

I finally decided dat "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Here you can see me rolling around in the soft dirt.

It really did wonders to soften and condition my fur. No wonder humans bottle this stuff!

It was even fun to pretend dat I was a wild, savage jungle cat. Purrhaps dat could be the theme for my next PlayCat photo shoot.

Now dat I'm home, I find myself fondly reminiscing about my time in the wild. I kind of miss it! Purrhaps if I squeak at mommy enough, she'll let me return. So squeak I shall. So squeak I shall.

Hiatus

Hey everkitteh,

I'm gonna be on hiatus fer a lil while. My mommy got really sick and can't help me blog. She finally went to the vet-for-humans and got some meds, so hopefully she'll be better real soon.

In the meantime, I want to show a funny face:
There was no one behind me, even though it looks a little like someone's pullin' on my head; this photo was taken from a funny angle (down near my feetses). Dat scar you see on my neck is from this time I was scritching under my neck too hard and I got scabbies, so mommy took me to the vet and mommy thought he was a nice, smart elderly guy but he had such moldy fingernails! It didn't gross mommy out, but she was so fascinated by how much work (and a bit of neglect) showed up in this man's hands. See, I didn't think he was a nice guy, though... he was touchin' me with dose hands! And pokin' me with a needle and scrapin' skin samples off me and stuff! I let him know I didn't like him with my "Rrrrrrrr!" sound. Mommy had to hold me down.

Hugs and purrs to everyone!