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.