Saturday, December 26, 2009

Christmas a just a memory

Well, the tree is still up, but the gifts are all opened and played with. I did very well this year. Pop ordered from and I actually played with the stuff. I got this tunnel that I named the tunnel of pain that I'd recommend to any cat. Since I'm an only cat, I play w/Ma. She wriggles her hand in it and I attack. That's where the pain comes from. I've yet to draw blood which I have to change quickly or risk ruining my reputation. I also got a plague rat, which I initially loved, but wouldn't look at today and a honeysuckle mouse. They bought me some freeze-dried whitefish, which I turned my stunning little nose up at.

Unfortunately, they didn't have turkey or ham for dinner, they had baked ziti. Can you imagine that? The nerve of it all. It had sausage in it but I don't like sausage. Ok, I got some skip jack tuna; but it was too little, too late. My feelings were hurt.

The worst part of the season is all the running around the peeps do. Pop is off work but they're running to all the relatives houses and, of course, the cat has to stay home alone. Last week, I invited some anipals over and we practically tore the house down. When the peeps got home at 11 pm, my guests were on their way home. Still, I think some of them got caught.

The best part of the season is I got to DJ 2 Christmas pawties: the SantaPaws pawty on Dec 12 and @georgetheduck's bash on Christmas eve. BTW, both charitable events were successes, going over their goals.

The peeps will be home New Year's Eve, watching the fireworks from their window. I plan to raise a glass of niptinis to all my Twitter and Facebook furrends and in remembrance of the furrends who are no longer with us in body.

Thursday, December 24, 2009


A few days before Christmas, we had about 11 inches of snow. Pop, Ma, Autumn, Nickie and I decided to have some fun and suddenly Ma yells "Snowball fight" in that screechy voice of hers and we're off. I must say I got her good. HAH!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Indoor Cats

I'm a cat so I naturally get sad when a cat gets hurt or is sick. I'm also an INDOOR cat so it pains me that so many kitty tragedies can be prevented by keeping your cats in the house. At least once a week, one of my Twitter anipals is injured—hit by a car, hurt by a larger animal (like it or not, we're near the bottom of the food chain, right above the rabbit), or hurt or poisoned by some screwball human piece of trash. Then, there's the illnesses and infections your cat can contract. The truth is: a house cat's life span is so much longer than one who goes outside. If you're a cat in a warm, safe home, with loving peeps and all the food you could eat, why would you want to go out?

When Ma and Pop took Nicky (photo, top) off the street, they used to let him go out in the backyard. Then he started to gain weight and they discovered he was eating at every house where they left food out for strays. There wasn't a "Happy Hour" that he didn't partake in. Soon, he couldn't out-run other cats and every time my peeps heard cats fighting, Nicky would come in bruised and banged up. Finally, he came limping in with an abscessed foot and had to be rushed to the V-E-T. That was the last time he left the house without a carrying case. My peeps found out the hard way.

Then there's the story of the neighbors that used to buy expensive angora and persian cats only to leave them wandering the streets and yards. Ann Gora was one of these cats; a real sweetie who was starved for attention and affection. Ann started spending more and more time in my Peeps' yard so my Peeps started feeding her. Then winter came and she basically lived under their back porch is a little shelter set up for her. Ma and Pop didn't want to take her in because she belonged to someone and they might get mad. Not that they'd even care since they had bought a silver angora, which they named—you're not going to believe this—Babydoll Loverboy!!! After paying $400 for this cat, they used to let him out too.

Well, winter turned to Spring and little Ann's beautiful, long fur became a matted mess but she was as lovable as ever. Ma and Pop could take no more when they saw that one side of her fur had completely ripped away from her body. They called their friend who worked for a shelter down in South Jersey who came up and took Ann to Tom's River. They shaved Ann Gora, fixed her up and she was adopted out to a furever home, where, hopefully, they kept her indoors and gave her a lot of love.

The moral of this story is not to give in to us when we cry to go out. Cats are warm-weather creatures from countries like Persia (Iran), Burma, Egypt, etc. where they don't have a lot of cold weather or cars screaming down the highways. Unless, you have one of those outdoor kitty enclosures, please keep us safe and in the house. We'll purr and love you for it.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Giving Thanks

Everybody asks me what I have to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. Quite a bit, it turns out. Of course, I'm thankful to Companion Animals Placement for rescuing me from the kill shelter. I'm thankful to Ma and Pop for finding me and giving me a roof over my head and a place to hang my smousy toys—and for knowing who's the boss around here. I'm thankful to Pop for not letting Ma return me just cos I attack her all the time. Other things I'm thankful for: my cat food (even if it's not nearly enough), people food (why don't they ever have roast beef?), my sharp teeth and claws (¯me? I wouldn't bite you, Ma¯), my furriends on Twitter and now Facebook, TUNA!, the kisses that I get every day (awww) and being a cat (so I don't have to go to work and can sleep all day). Most of all, I'm thankful that my Maker chose to make me THE WORLD'S MOST STUNNING CAT!

Sunday, November 15, 2009

I'm an Aunt! It's a BOY!

I'd like to congratulate my furriend Micamizoo on the birth of a beautiful little boy kitteh last night. The kitteh's name is yet to be determined but Mama and baby look so sweet and loving together. Mica is a Korat, a breed considered to be a symbol of good fortune and I'm fortunate to know her. Pop is a marbled bengal who is one lucky mancat. Love you, Honey!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

How to Become a Hero

It's easier than you think to become a hero. I just placed the Widget for the SantaPaws drive on this site. This site is dedicated to helping shelter animals have a happy holiday season by making sure they, too, get gifts like you and I. Started by @YourDailyCute and partnered by @frugaldougal (picture above) and @BabyPatches and, this great idea brings joy to homeless cats and dogs without stepping out of your cozy home. It is not these anipal's fault that they find themselves in shelters. Believe me, I've been there.

The holidays, however, is not the only time you can donate to those less fortunate. Every time Ma takes me to the V E T, she brings along a bag of my under-used toys and scratching posts and such for the less fortunate anipals. Don't throw out those old sheets, blankets or towels, donate them to the shelters. They'll use them to line cages and pet carrying cases. The past year alone, we've donated about 5 sets of towels, sheets, and extra litter pans. We've also provided Thanksgiving dinner for 24 cats who have yet to find their furever homes who currently call the Liberty Shelter home. Look in your closets I'm sure you'll find something.

Please find it in your hearts to click on the link or on the blue box and become a hero.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Legendary cats Pt 1

I'm going to do a series on cats that lived with or on the same block with Ma and Pop. The first one will focus on Foofie and Bootsy. Foofy belonged to a neighbor, who used to chase all the kids who tried to play on the block. He was an indoor/outdoor cat, whose slave would come out every night and call him to come in for supper in a shrill, high-pitched soprano voice. "FOOOOOOO-FEEEE" would echo through the hood. One night he must not have come because she was calling him in the middle of the night. "FOOOOOOO-FEEEEE!!" Once when we had a rainstorm, Ma swore she saw him go floating past her bedroom window but we won't get into that.

Bootsy was a black cat with white feet who belonged to the next-door neighbor. He had the biggest head ever on a cat. It was people-sized. Too bad we don't have any photos. He belonged to a Ho with 2 children. I mention this because Bootsy took after his Mom. He made it with every female cat in the hood. After he died, every stray cat for the next 5 years looked like him, except for the big head part. The funny story about him was that the younger of the Ho's 2 children used to eat the cat food that she left on the porch for him. I guess she fed Bootsy better than she fed the kids.
Next week, I'll write about, oh, I'll let it be a surprise. How does this affect Cathy Keisha, you may ask? Only that CK is much more stunning than either Foofie or Bootsy. Pictured is, who else, the Queen of Stunning.

Thursday, October 22, 2009


Halloween is a very important holiday in my house. First and foremost it's an excuse to buy lots of candy. Trick or treat, my tail. My humans aren't giving any of it out. Maybe, just maybe, I'll get to bat one of the lolliops around. The peeps decorate the apartment with pumpkins, witches, ghosts, fake black cats, etc and they place these objects just where I like to jump. Hiss.

The most important thing about October 31st is: it's my Pop's birthday. He would kill me if I told his age or showed a picture of him here. So I'll give everyone a peek at my Halloween avatar instead. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!


Tuesday, September 29, 2009

My new fave toy

As you can see, I have no shortage of toys. Believe it or not, I have yet ANOTHER basket in the other room filled with catnip smousies and balls too. Alas, many of them are hand-me-downs from Nicky and Autumn. Some are prolly even Faith and Big Tym rejects. So, with all these toys, what—you may ask—does Keisha like to play with the most?

My current fave is a straw that the woman brought home from Dunkin Donuts. I love batting that straw around. I also like when the woman shoots those coated hair bands. I will run to the spot where I think it'll land before she even starts to shoot it. Another fave is the safety wrapper that comes on vitamin bottles. They make a cool crinkly sound in the middle of the night. Another great toy is a few sheets of tissue paper or part of a paper tablecloth laid just perfectly on the floor so I can dive under it. Don't even think of invading Fort Keisha or I will attack.

I also like interactive toys like smousie lasers that the woman has to be involved with. Sometimes she'll blow bubbles and I'll try to pop them. Well, at least I'll stare at them. Cod knows I don't want her hanging around getting into trouble by herself. Next thing you know, she'll think she has a life!

Let me know what your fave toys to play with are. And the woman better not get the wrong idea. Come Christmas, I expect to see lots of expensive catnip toys under the tree for me. I'm asking for a plague rat among others.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Keisha aka
DJ Baby Girl's Rap
I'm a pretty kitty from the inner city
straight from Communipaw right to your door
I scratch and bite, get involved in street fights
Hah I'll mess you up good
I'm a cat from
da Hood.

An arm for an arm
I mean to do harm
An arm for an arm; I MEAN to do harm

I'm in da mood for some kitty food
So come do my biddin and I ain't kiddin'
Don't like to get dirty
I like to look purty
Don't like to be muddy; like to draw bloody
From the human slaves so they betta behave

Leave me be don't wanna pettin'
When I looks at you, you betta start frettin'
I scratch and bite and it feels so right
Hah I'll mess u up good
I'm a cat from da Hood
© Cathy Keisha 2009

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Things You Might Not Know About Me

Welcome to my blog. YESSSSS! It's all about ME! You all know how stunning I am; but there probably are some things that you don't know about me. I'm an only cat right now. This wasn't always the case.

When Ma (aka the woman) and Pop came to the shelter, they were looking for 2 cats to take the places of Autumn and Nicky (more about them in another blog). My name in the shelter was—get this!—Kittee. Yeah, they had an imagination. They begged TW and Pop to change it.

The other cat they adopted was named Mitzi. Mitzi's Mom had a stroke and was in the hospital. She had about 20 cats which they didn't think she'd be able to care for when she got sprung. In yet another stroke of genius, TW and Pop decided they were gonna call me "Kitzi." Get it "Mitzi and Kitzi." Now you get the idea of what I have to put up with.

I hid under TW's bed the first 2 days after I was brought home but then decided to explore. The first place I went was under the dishwasher. You know, I moved a couple of things around; and, what do you know, I got to meet the Super later that night when he had to come to fix a leak under that dishwasher. Guess who got blamed?

Meanwhile, Mitzi was still under Pop's bed. When he went to hospital to have back surgery a week later, she was still under that bed. TW fed her under the bed. Every once in a while, I'd come in to poke around. Once I did get her out and chased her up one end of the bed and down the other a couple of times.

Finally, TW had enough and called the shelter back. It turns out—or at least they told her—that Mitzi's Mom was OK and wanted her back. Took TW and Robin from the shelter about 2 hours to finally get Mitzi out from under the bed and into a case. What an ordeal!

After Pop came out, they decided I needed a "real" name. They always believed that cats should have "real" people names and not stuff like "Princess" or "Bootsy." Seems Gramma always wanted a "Cathy" and since she died never having a "Cathy," they decided that would be my name. I took the Keisha part cos I'm from da hood. The mean streets of Jersey City. I wanted to keep part of my roots. Ya heard!

Anyways, that's the story of the cat known as Mitzi, who was my sister for about 10 days—all spent under the bed. The photo on top of this page is the only known photo of Mitzi that exists.