Tuesday, February 12, 2013

I'm a snuggler

One of my favorite things to do is to get under the corner of any blanket that my human family might use to keep warm and to share the warmth with them.  I particularly like it when I can peek at them and have just my handsome head showing.

Not only do I get warm, but it is my personal mission to keep them warm as well, and my deluxe body does the job.  I ought to do this professionally!




Go ahead, admit it...I am really cute, aren't I?

Monday, February 11, 2013

Heartbreak and revenge

She's beautiful, sophisticated, educated, and saved me when I needed saving.  No words can describe my second mom, whose role has evolved to that of big sister and mentor.

However, I recently received word that after my last posting, she had the audacity to send the following comment to my blogmaster:
"I'm going to call him Meat Butt from now on."

This is the person of whom I speak, the one who has disrespected me beyond anything a civilized person could possibly understand. And yet I love her more than anything. Any cat would want to have her in his corner. Here she is in all her glory.


 



How can I reconcile this hurtful insult and my desire to strike back with my peaceful way of life???? I believe I have a plan!

She loves to wear black and looks great in it, so I'll just wait for her next visit. She tends to leave her open suitcase on the bed or floor, just filled with beautiful clothing that I plan to COVER with my beautiful, wiry, hard to remove fur.


I believe I'll call her Fur Butt from now on.





New addition

Hello, everyone!

I am ashamed to admit that I've been very lax about posting new stuff in my blog. I could make up a dozen reasons why that happened, but all I really need to do is remind you of the name of the blog, MY CAT IS INSANE and you'll be reminded that I can't be held to any real standard of behavior.

A lot has happened since my last post. My housemate, Shelby, passed away and I missed her a lot. That was probably the main reason for being inactive.  Then to my surprise and great joy, I got a new housemate, brother, and soul mate, Leo.  He's of the same species as I am. Feline to the bone.

As you can well imagine, as lonely as I was, and as much as I needed someone to hang around with, I was incensed over having an intruder in my home!  I don't recall being asked if I wanted to share my life with another creature, yet there he was and darn it, did he win my heart as soon as I got a whiff of him!  He looks a bit like me, beige and white. Well,  I USED TO be beige and white when I was living in NY, but that was because the girls I lived with didn't always feed me cat food. I was given real tuna, God did I love those two babes!  But once I got my new home with the mom and dad of the babe who cared for me by herself-- I called her "Photo Babe" without her actually ever knowing that, well, I'm getting lost here. 

Ok, got my groove back... Once I was brought to my new and permanent home, my color started to change to a rich orange. It was all diet related.  I could hear the humans talking about me-- after all, it's always about me since I am quite cool-- and it sounded as if they wanted to change my name.  Cinnamon was mentioned, along with Marmalade (are you KIDDING me??), Ginger, and Caramel. Lucky for them I didn't bite them senseless over that misdemeanor.  I am clearly male and muy macho, so all those frumpy names just wouldn't cut it with me.

Anyway, one day, little Leo arrived at my house.  They locked him into a room all by himself to "acclimate" him - whatever that means- but we two dudes with our special cat lingo, were communicating through the door and worked out an agreement. I wouldn't crush him with my meaty butt if he would promise not to scratch me in the eye.  And so the door was opened. I fell in love with my little bro at first glance.  Did he ever smell good!  We chased each other around the house; he could hide in places where I couldn't even squeeze my head through-- and of course, he'd jump out to attack me.

I'm sorry to say neither of us kept our word. I did pin him down with my substantially large body, but it was only to lick his face and clean him up a bit,  and he did scratch me in the eye, sending me to the doctor in the torture chamber carrier.  But that's in the past and now we are cuddle mates.  I love him and having a  brother is the best, although I feel as if I'm his dad, since he looks up to me in a big way.  He's the best of everything life has to offer: brother, baby, buddy, and partner.



 

More on Leo later, along with some pics.