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2011 New Year's Revolutions Are Dust in the Wind

Borrowed from The Laughter Ward's FB page
As you may have guessed, I don't make New Year's revolutions for myself because, well, because I'm purrfect and you don't want to mess with purrfection. Last year, I made revolutions for the peeps, axing for wholesale changes. Let's see how they did, shall we?

My Pop has always been very klutzy and was banging his noggin and getting concussions at an alarming rate, so I thought that he should absolve to reduce the number of head trauma incurred in 2011. I'm happy to report after an extremely bad concussion in May, he promised his doctor he'd be more careful. Two days later, he fell and broke his elbow. On one hand, he didn't get any more concussions; on the other hand, the broken elbow was even worse so I'd have to say, he didn't keep that revolution.

I also thought that Pop should invest in a pillow-top mattress. Although he didn't get one in 2011, he promises that he'll get one in 2012. I'm gonna hold him to that. I hope he remembers the part about stuffing it with green papers although he'll probably say the well is dry after making the mattress purchase.

Another year has come and gone and TW is still a train wreck. She took my advice to stay home but forgot the part about getting paid to stay home by a real employer. Her bank account is on E, with no prospects in sight. I've tried to ease her load by winning lots of kibble so she'll only have to provide stinky goodness so Cod only knows how much longer she can provide for this little kitteh. I REFUSE TO EAT STORE BRAND! I'M A CELEBRITY!

Have toys, will play. Won't somebody play with me??
She keeps getting wider and wider as she shovels mountains of food into her big mouth. I suggested she give me half her chicken every night. Not only hasn't she done this but she CUT DOWN on my table scraps. I have to beg by Pop to get a crumb. The bending she gets from playing with me hasn't shrunk her waistline and she's still bouncing off the furniture because SHE DOESN'T PLAY WITH ME NEARLY ENOUGH! Pant, gasp! Lemme catch my breathe. This is so aggravating.

Oh, the litter box revolution—fahettaboudit, sez she. Not only doesn't she clean it right after I use it, but sometimes she only cleans it ONCE A DAY! This is UNACCEPTABLE! I haven't told Pop about this and he may flip his cork upon reading this. What's so funny, Woman? Are you typing this just as I'm dictating it? If I find one little error or omission, I'm gonna [censored]

TW meet my teeth.
The revolution about them not going out to any ballgames will become a reality in 2012. The peeps are not renewing their season tickets due to TW's laziness and lack of funds. They will instead stay home and play with the cat for free. I may need some additional toys for this and my new cat tree may play a role in this. I'm thinking of calling it CK's Cat Gym and Teeth Workout Center. You can guess who my teeth will get a workout on. HAH!

The last revolution I made was for the peeps to start cooking roast of beef and steak. This didn't happen. They made baked chicken, rotisserie chicken, chicken cacciatore, chicken chicken chicken. It's not that I don't like chicken‚ I do—but how about a little variety. Would the occasional steak kill them? A little red meat would be good for TW's cholesterol. It certainly would do wonders for my thirst for red blood. I might not even go for her's so much.

In my next post, I'll list some of my New Year's Revolutions for the peeps to follow in 2012. If they don't follow them, they'll have another crappy year like 2011.

Hope your humans do a better job keeping their revolutions.

Year -End Rear End Review

The Woman has let me write the annual Holiday letter the past 2 years, as if she had a choice (heh heh). Here is this year's edition, with the peeps' names removed for their personal safety.
Click on image to biggify/enlarge.


Wednesday Word of the Day—Family

Just 3 of the adorable sweeties available at
Brookes Legacy.
Yesterday was a busy day for the peeps and a mostly boring one for your's truly. Well, except for the pawty I threw while the peeps were out but I can't mention that because TW is typing this.. The peeps went to visit family up North Jersey. Every year, TW gets to meet someone she's never met before. This year it was cousin Karen and her family. Karen is really cool. She works for Ark Natural Pet Products (I'll be reviewing some of their products next year) and volunteers at the Brookes Legacy Animal Rescue in Naples, FL. Karen was telling the peeps that they rescue animals from kill shelters and sometimes have an easier job adopting out the less-adoptable cats and dogs, who may be blind or missing one eye. Their secret is they give those pets really cute names and humans can't seem to resist them. She handles adoptions so she makes sure they go to good homes. Since they don't have a place to house their rescues, they rely on fosters. If you live in Florida and can foster, get in touch with them. Karen sometimes fosters 20 cats at once! They placed about 400 pets in 2011.

Cousin Makena
The peeps abandoned me from 8:30 am until almost 9 pm but TW didn't forget to get a kitty bag for me. She brought home some left-over American hero sandwiches from the gathering. They don't eat red meat, so they removed the roast of beef and gave it to ME!!! It was the best new taste in this little kitteh's mouth all year! They brought lots of tissue paper home and what cat doesn't like to play with tissue paper! I also got a gift from my cousins BB, Isabel and Makena—a "cat in a bag," which you can see me playing with in the video. I have some really pawsome kitty cousins.

They told me that all entire crowd of about 18 was chanting my name at one point!!! Imagine that!!! OK, instead of yelling "cheese" during their group photo shoot, they were yelling "Cathy Keisha." WHOA! I wish I could include a shot of the motley crew but TW didn't bring her camera. I can always count on her to mess up my blog.

Everyone knows about the peeps' stunning cat so they get cat-related gifts. This year, they got a calendar from Brookes Legacy, a cat tea pot and TW's Aunt Ruth and cousin Kevin gave them the butter dish (at right), which matched the serving plate they got last year.

Pop likes the get-togethers because all the women bake tons of cookies and Pop eats tons of cookies. It all works out for him.

Since CK DID got 2 meals out of the roast beef, it worked out for me too.

A Stunning Christmas in Pictures

Our tacky front door decorations

On Christmas eve, the peeps went out to look at the pretty
lights than I DJed for GoergetheDuck's Catmaseve pawty.

Christmas morn found me curled up and looking stunning
 on TW's NY Yankee snuggie with one of my new nip toys.

After the presents were opened, I did my usual romp thru the
mounds of wrapping paper.

This is my loot! Whoa! But that's not all of it!

I'm occupying Pop's new jacket, which is now my new bed and
 dreaming of my new cat tree (below) which will be
assembled after the Christmas tree leaves. See ya, Niles.

Have a Stunning Christmas

This has been a most joyous and merry Christmas season. I've already received many gifts. I'd like to thank my Secret Santa, Jeego and Pia of @seattlep for the pawsome peacock feather, Greenies, and nip pillow toy. I love them! What a great Secret Santa! I'd also like to thank The Santa Paws Drive for the 15-lb Science Diet New Ideal Balance kibble that I won. I can't wait to try it—right after I start on the Royal Canin, that TW got with her free coupon from Blogpaws. This reminds me—if u were one of the lucky winners of the RC Discovery Box, be sure to look for the free coupon they were nice enough to enclose. Don't throw it out because that food ain't cheap. I'd also like to thank the Greenies' people for sending me some Greenies for Christmas. The peeps are really gonna start calling me "Monique" if I eat all these goodies. Of course, I won't mention the 15-lbs of Christmas cookies they bought ... or will I?

Now that Niles has been decorated, the house is decorated, the cards have been sent out, and the cat's presents have been bought (but not set up), I wanted to share my Christmas cards with all my furrends. I was gonna wait till everyone received the cards but Cat Chat Caren kinda let the, ahem, CAT out of the bag. I sent a lot of cards out but couldn't send to everyone. TW only bought me a limited number of collectible Stunning Keisha stamps that was not nearly enough. Some of you received the first card and some the second, but included with each and every card was a little piece of myself. I wanted my furrends to smell my scent and Pop suggested that I give a souvenir. I expect to see them up on e-bay soon, fetching at least 3 figures.  Also thanks to everyone who sent me a card. They were pawsome. They weren't boring like those my peeps received, although cousin Melinda's card was great because it featured her 3 cats, BB, Makena and Isabel. Feel free to download and share the cards below.

It sez "Ho! Ho! Ho! You must have been really good for Santa
to bring you Cathy Keisha

Whatever you celebrate, I wish you the best.






Evenybody Loves a Winner!

First some news and then the winners of the Royal Canin giveaway. We've been real busy with seasonal stuff. Would you believe Pop's new TV has been sitting here for a week and we still haven't had time to set it up? At least Niles is all dressed and lit up and my cards are almost all written. Oh yeah, our other excitement was that we got a new modem and just like that, my WiFi is gone. I'll have to wait until Uncle Vince visits again next month. For at least 24 hours, we had no phone service because the peeps didn't think it was necessary to plug the phone jack into the modem. OK, TW said she couldn't get it to click in and it fell out when Pop monkeyed with it.

On to the winners! Can I have some Fanfare? TADADA DADAAAAA!
are my 10 winners. I have a bunch of your snail mail addresses already but need them from the rest of you. You can e-mail me at stunningkeisha AT hotmail DOT com or DM me on Twitter @CathyKeisha and I'll send them off to Royal Canin. Concats one and all! Can't wait to see if you guys like the Protein also.

I'll leave you with some pictures of Niles, fully dressed. His star is a bit crooked but a few cotton balls fixed that.
The yellow Santa to the upper left of the 9-11 heart is a hunnert years old.
TW saw one in NC years ago for $79!

I am a good girl who would never climb Niles or bust one
of his balls. Note how I'm doing the paw curl.

3 Beans & A Tree

Meet Violet Tiffany. I didn't.
Easy like Sunday, my A—er, my paw. Yesterday Aunt Marta and Uncle Vince came over with their little "burrito," a little human smaller than me. I used to play smousey laser with Uncle Vince and Aunt Marta, but after my ordeal at the v-e-t, I don't trust any human other than my peeps. I ran like hell when they came in the door and hid under the bed. They stayed for days before they finally all headed out to buy a tree. A CHRISTMAS tree, not a holiday tree! Before I knew it, I heard them coming in. Three of them and a tree. After the guests left and I came out from UTB they innerduced this tree as “Fraser." Uh-huh—yeah, sure he is! What kind of sap (get it?) do they take this little ghetto cat for? Fraser was about a hunnert feet tall and this imposter is barely Pop's height. They told me Fraser came back to visit for the next month or so. Cut the crap, peeps, I'm not buying. Anyway, this tree better put decorations or at least put some lights on cos he's looking like he thinks this is a forest. I may have to warn this nekkid imposter of what happened to Fraser so he can run for all he's worth, which I unnerstand is MUCHO DINERO. Apparently, instead of Fraser paying room and board, the peeps had to pay him to come here. Wonder what dirt he has on them. Whoa! I wonder if this is why the "real" Fraser was offed. After offering water to this Fraser wannabe who I'll call Niles, they headed out again. Can I confide in you that the cat was fed LATE? After I finally was fed, Uncle Vince came up AGAIN and ruined my supper. He had to help Pop bury the television that Pop killed last week. I'm beginning to think these humans are more dangerous than I am. SHUDDER.
The real Fraser (left), the impostor (right)
Peeps want me to thank Uncle Vince and Aunt Marta for their friendship and all their help. They're angels. CK wants to thank Uncle Vince for getting our WiFi up and running so I can play with my Friskies fishy game on MY IPad. It's a lot of fun. Maybe TW will take a video of me using my IPad, now that it's up and running. Gotta go catch some fish.

Wednesday Word of the Day—THURSDAY

Yeah, its Thursday and TW finally is gonna work on my WEDNESDAY blog. What's that woman? No, you don't have to clean the bathrooms. Let them lick themselves clean! You've made my furrends wait long enough! Sheesh! She's still super dizzy from the double ear inflections and the antibiotics are making her rumbly in the tumbly.

Please disregard the mess
and focus on the stuning cat.
The Wednesday World of the Day was supposed to be OVERKILL! If you look at the photo, you'll know why. Every inch of the living room is covered with decorations that have been collecting over the past 50 years. There's no surfaces left for me to climb on or walk on, except my cat furniture and they better open the new one up quickly. I'm a patient cat, but I'm losing my patience  quickly. In fact, yesterday morn, I bit Pop's leg so hard, it gave him a cramp. Don't be messin' wid the cat! Did I mention, I'll be holding a rummage sale after the holidays to get rid of all this mess? HAH!

Where's a cat supposed to jump anyways?
Click on the picture to biggify it, if you dare.
Next week's word will probably be TREE. Sunday, the peeps are going Christmas tree shopping with Aunt Marta, Uncle Vince and their brand new baby. Who knows if maybe Frasier won't come back, although I was sure that he'd met a dastardly fate in January. More to come next week.

Have a great weekend. OK, woman, clean those bathrooms if they haven't taken care of themselves. Dunno who's lazier, you or those bathrooms. Uh, when was the last time my litter box was cleaned??

BTW, you still have a few more days to get your name entered for some Royal Canin noms. Don't make me have to eat them all myself.

Newsday Tuesday—All the Mews That's Fit to Print

In this week's headlines, shortly after 11 the other night, we heard GUNSHOTS that sounded like they were coming from the street behind La Casa Keisha. There were anywhere between 5 and 8 shots. Pop thought they were firecrackeres but TW and I knew instantly what they were. I used to hear them all the time on the PAW back in the hood. TW had a friend in "Alphabet City" in NYC, who she used to stay overnight with. Gunshots are the norm in that part of town but we NEVER hear them around here. She told me to stay away from the windows as if I didn't know Anyway, Pop turned on his police scanner and the cops were combing our hood so Pop knew they weren't firecrackers. C'mon, doesn't EVERYBODY keep a police scanner in their house? It has nothing to do with my background.

If I get a new tree, I hope it's WAAAYYY  taller than this one
BREAKING NEWS!!! We had a huge box delivered today that weighs a ton or more. The box says Majestic Cat Products! I wonder what Pop bought me! I hope it's a new tree that reaches the ceiling. I've almost worn all the sisal off my old one which is only about 40 inches tall. TW needs to get video of me climbing up that tree. I wonder if we'll donate this one to A Call 4 Paws or if Pop will let me keep BOTH of them! They could get rid of some of THEIR furniture and they will fit nicely. Don't you think that's the humane thing to do?

I've been very good the past 3 days and have been eating all my grain-free stinky goodness. I'd been off it a couple of days and TW was worried that I'd get dehydrated or something. Secretly, I think she was more worried that the money she'd spent on this food, which is not cheap, was flying out the window. Right now, I seem to like the chicken best. Usually, I only eat the tuna and salmon. I like to keep her on her toes.

I'm sorry if we haven't been commenting on my furrends' blogs daily. TW either has an ear/sinus infection, pinched nerve in her neck or her vertigo came back big time. When she sits at the computer any length of time, she get incredibly dizzy in the head. Just turning her head makes her dizzy She's even talking about visiting Dr. Quack, her know-nothing doctor. Unfortunately, her insurance doesn't cover any tests so his guess is as good as hers. MOL! I think she just needs to be bitten by a professional like myself.

There's a 24-hour Santa Paws Drive pawty this weekend. Lots of cool prizes. I'll be djing Caturday night. Don't forget to donate a few green papers using the widget on the sidebar. They're also selling $1 raffle tickets to win some pawsome goodies like a year's supply of Greenies, a cat scratcher lounge and even a Bissell turbo prize pack. Read about the wonderful shelters who's pets will have a Merry Christmas with your help and mine.

Last bit of news is there is still time to enter my Royal Canin giveaway. Any comment received before December 14th will be entered to win one of 10 RC Discovery boxes filled with their Selective formulas. You know you want them! This food is CK tested and approved!

Wednesday Word of the Day: Giveaway

I have 10 of these Discovery
 boxes to give away!
OMC! I'm so excited to be hosting this giveaway! Last month I took part in the tasty taste test, involving Royal Canin's Selective line of foods. Now it's your turn. The wonderful peeps at Royal Canin saw my post and they've offered to provide Royal Canin Selective discovery boxes to 10 of my readers. Isn't that the best! The discovery boxes contain one aromatic sample bag, one savor sensation bag and one protein preference bag. Then you can hold your own taste test and let me know which one you preferred. I really loved the protein preference. When the three were presented to me together, I didn't touch the others. But after I finished that one, I gobbled the aromatic and savor up too.

Did you know that 85% of cats will find their preferred food among the Selective formulas, versus competing products that rely on a variety of flavors? The company wanted to find out what draws a cat to its food—is it taste, aroma or protein. I'll bet every single one of you is curious as to which one you'll choose. I have 10—count them TEN—Discovery boxes to give away. All you have to do is go to their site and tell me in your comment something you learn about cat nutrition and that you'd like to be entered. The contest will be open for 2 weeks and then I'll be using to pick my 10 winners. I sincerely apologize that this contest is only for cats living in the U.S.A. because of some lousy rule about shipping food overseas or something.

This Royal Canin Protein Preference is da bomb!

Disclosure: Royal Canin did not tell me what to say cos you know this little ghetto kitteh has her own mind and wouldn't listen anyway. They are supplying the prizes. I didn't receive any compensation, except for samples to conduct my taste test.

Newsday Tuesday

So I said to the woman, Woman, you've been slacking again! I haven't talked to my furrends in about a month. I ain't gonna have any left. Of course, it all became MY fault. I've been keeping her and Pop up at night singing. She called me NEEDY! Can you believe that? N.E.E.D.Y. She said I need attention all the time. What a crock that is! So I cry sing the minute I'm left alone in a room. So I want to play 24/7. So I cry sing all night. So I won't leave her alone to use the computer. SO?

My 2 feather toys in happier times. RIP.
When I used to cry sing at night, I used to drag my feather toys down the hall to TW's room. I did that so many times, she finally took those feather toys away from me and banished them to some feather toy Purgatory. This weekend, she discovered they had biodegraded. It was a sorry sight. We had to bury them out of their misery. *sniff*

To answer some questions, yes, we had REAL turkey for Thanksgiving and the cat got tons of it. I also got Merrick's Thanksgiving dinner for cats and it was delish! There were no culinary disasters like last year, so nothing funny to blog about. My newer readers might want to check that blog out. The chocolate turkey is still sitting there in its cellophane wrapper. It hasn't been touched. I have a feeling that sucker will get opened soon.

Now what are they doing up there?
In other news, our blue tarp roof house across the street is finally getting a new roof. last winter's snowstorms damaged the roof and they're finally getting around to repairing it. They've had that blue tarp on for months and this is supposed to be a hoity toity neightborhood, whatever that means. I couldn't stop staring out the window at all the illegal Mexican workers, crawling all over the roof. There were more than a half dozen. They were climbing that roof like flies on a wall. Oh well, no one's fallen yet.

Pop decorated the apartment for Christmas this weekend. With great fanfare, he found his favorite decoration: a Nutcracker soldier that drums and plays 2 Christmas carols—very loudly. TW found this Nutcracker several years back in our Refuse room and couldn't believe that someone had thrown it out. It must've been someone with sensitive ears—or good taste. Did I mention it's loud? The version of Jingle Bells it plays is at double speed and before each song, these screechy childrens' voices say "Ready, let's march! Here we go" and when the songs over, they say "Have a Merry Christmas!" It's so stupid, the peeps love it. The neighbors must groan when they hear it as I do.

BREAKING NEWS: Pop tells me he can now touch the top of his right shoulder with his right arm for the first time his he broke his elbow. He's also started picking me up again. You heard it here first!

Wednesday Word of the Day—Turkey (What did you expect)

When Pop told me he'd bought the Thanksgiving turkey, of course I was thrilled. I couldn't wait to see it and sniff it to see if it met with my approval. From the size of the box, it was a HUGE one! Size definitely matters to this kitty. Heh heh! Pop said he'd open it and place it in the pan so I could have a photo op.
Gotta sniff its butt. STILL doesn't smell like turkey.
But Pop, this doesn't SMELL like turkey …

Pop, what's wrong with the turkey? It's not that Tofurkey stuff, is it?
Are you SURE this is the Thanksgiving turkey? I'm starting to panic just a bit …

Of course, TW being TW had the turkey facing the wrong way in the first photo shoot, so we had to do it over to show you the front of the turkey. And, in the spirit of the holidays, let it be noted by Santa that CK cooperated.

OK, someone is pulling my paw!
The joke was on ME, because the REAL bird was in the refrigerator thawing out for tomorrow. This is a 3½ pound CHOCOLATE turkey that Pop fell in love with. Occasionally Pop will spurge on himself but he's the breadwinner, so be it. Also, it's from a small, local business and we definitely support small, local businesses. Just gave me quite a scare. Someone—I'm not saying who—is gonna be BIT for this and I don't mean a little love nip either! When you least expect it …

 I'm thankful for all my furrends and followers and their peeps.
You're the reason for this blog.

Games Keisha Plays, Part 2

♪♬♪Anybody here see The Woman
See her fear and hear a commotion?
I think I bit her!
Anybody here see the love
See the hate, CK motioned? 
Don't give ME no hand ME down toys
Don't give ME no hand ME down Nip
Don't give ME no hand ME down perch
Got one already. ♩♬♫
Anybody here who's peeps are older than dirt—and there's a few of you—may have heard this old Guess Who chestnut, called Hand ME Down World. With a few major minor corrections, it could have been written about ME.

Before this post gets started, I have to tell you a funny story. Last week, when we started writing this post, I almost got to see TW's head explode. She managed to delete all the text from Part 1 and the entire post just disappeared into the ether. I must say it was scary, at least seeing TW's head nearly implode was. I kept a low profile because she was in enough anguish. After many tears, tantrums and hand/head wringing, Google Help finally provided the magical answer that brought my post back. Thanks you Richard.

Back to the post at hand since many of you—at least Spitty—has waited long enough. Most of my five loyal readers must think the World's Most Stunning Cat has the world at her paws. I only wish that was so. When I was adopted, most everything I had was hand-ME-down—even my litter boxes. I was blessed to have two, because there were 2 cats before ME and cat etiquette says you must have a box for each cat. I was a new little kitteh entering a hand-ME-down world. The shelter didn't prepare ME for this. Oh sure I had 2 overflowing toy boxes, but the toys were bought for another.

My hand-me-down perch is about 27-inches tall,
not exactly a "cat tree."
Even my perch, which was a downright poor excuse for a cat tree was hand-ME-down. It wasn't until I got on Twitter and met Baby Patches that I started getting really good stuff of my own, like the tunnel of pain and a real cat tree. Luckily, I have Pop wrapped around my stunning paw. He'll buy ME whatever I want so long as I don't ax him the day the property tax bill arrives. It also helps that I'm blessed with quick paws and win a lot of prizes.

I think these hand-ME-downs are the reason I eschew catnip toys in favor of household items, like milkies (the rings from milk containers), plastic security rings from vitamin bottles, bread ties etc. Anything TW drops on the floor is MINE. Once she dropped a little shell from her Oscillococcinum and I had hours of fun with that bullet-shaped object. Just as easily, though, I become disenchanted with said items. I've been through the tissue paper phase, the straw phase (TW found them in 3 different sizes including super long, bless her pointy head), the super ball phase, the golf ball phase, and I appear to be finished with the Poland Springs' box phase. Yeah, Pop brought a promo golf ball home from work and I noticed it made a ton of noise rolling across the wood floor. I realize lots of cats like to play with some of these items, but they also play with cat toys. Me, not so much.

My toy "box"
I'm still in love with those foam rubber rockets that TW brought home for ME in July. TW cannot believe they've held my interest this long. I don't really chase the rockets anymore. Now I lay on my cat tree and bat them down or catch them when TW shoots them. It's easier on the legs—mine, not hers, as she has to get down on her knees to shoot them up to ME. She marvels that I don't cower when she accidentally—or so she says—hits ME in the nose with one; but I keep coming back for more. I'm obsessed.

I caught the rocket. It's all mine!
WOOO-MANNN, I dare you to take this away from me! Heh heh! HAH!

I'll still chase the occasional coated rubber band. Really, a look in my toy "box" turns up many interesting items, including chestnuts (Autumn used to love playing with them. I don't.) and dried up ginkgo leaves that TW brings in every fall and I go nuts chasing. I never did like rolled up aluminum foil or toilet paper rolls, which I understand some kittehs would kill for.

My new favorite "toy" is—are you ready for this?—a pink sugar packet from Dunkin Donuts. America runs on Dunkin and so does Cathy Keisha. TW dropped one because she's clumsy one night and I made a bee-line toward it. Then she threw it and I went running past it and through the apartment. As I said, anything she drops is mine.

That's it for the ME series, however, you guys are lucky because this entire blog is about ME so you'll be reading about ME every day, except those days when I try to make the world a better place for ALL cats by Blogging the Change for Animals and when a political injustice gets this ghetto cat upset.

Wednesday Word of the Day—Winner

I'd like to thank all my furrends who voted for me in the Anipal Academy Awards. I was a 2-time loser. However, I do have some of the bestest furrends in the world, which makes me a WINNER! I was a double WINNER because my date was the handsome SpittytheKitty. I received two Lifetime Achievement Awards for my charity work DJing at Nipclub and Pawpawties. If you've never been to a pawpawty, they're so much fun. There's one this coming weekend. For those who have never attended a pawpawty, my furrend GeorgetheDuck created this page to show you the ropes. You can Win some wonderful prizes, like a Nip and Bones gift certificate, a pawtrait done by the wonderful @zaziart, or a gorgeous scarf for your Mom for the holidays from Pasikas. You have to be on Twitter to attend.

This is my stunning pawtrait by Zaziart that I won
for Pop's birthday last year.
The annual Santa Paws Drive has gotten off to a great start. It was founded by Dorian Wagner, founder of and a bunch of other elves that are familiar in the world of anipal charities and Pawpawties. This is their mission statement, directly from their blog:
The mission of Santa Paws Drive is to bring holiday cheer to shelter animals around the world. We know pets with homes are often showered with gifts and treats for Christmas, and we believe that shelter animals deserve a little holiday love, too! 
Now in our third year, Santa Paws Drive is the first-ever online Christmas toy drive dedicated to pets. The inspiration for our drive was "Toys 4 Tots" and other similar programs that collect donations and then distribute them to the needy – and we wanted to do the same for animals. 
As you can see, it's a worthwhile cause and this year is even more special because the shelters they've picked to help are for special-needs pets. I have the widget over on the sidebar if anyone wants to donate. A truly WINNING cause. UPDATE: Friday from 7-9 pm, there will be a mini pawty on Twitter to benefit SPD. Join us and while you're pawtying, enter to win the Ultimate Pet Christmas Gift Pack from Nip and Bones.

TW worked me over with the FURminator today and I actually *whispers and looks both ways to see if Pop is around* purred for her. Don't let this get around. It's just between us.

On Sunday night, TW noticed that I had a little scratch at the outside at the base of my right ear and the area was all red and ugly. She's been putting Bacitracin on it and it looks better. She hopes I won't have to go to the v-e-t cos she doesn't want to put me through that for a long time. Also, she has to find a new place to take me. Dr. Sadist is not getting another crack at me, that's for darn sure.

BTW, I'll get back to the series about ME soon. I dunno if anyone still remembers it.

Happy Veterans Day

To give the woman time to type up Part 2 of my Toy Story, I'd like to say a few words about Veterans Day. I think all of us, regardless of our political beliefs or opinions on war, thank our vets for their service and protection. The U.S. of A. is very good at sending our men and women to war, but sadly lacking when it comes time to take care of those men and women when they return. Young vets, between the ages of 18 to 21, have a 30.4 percent jobless rate vs. 9 percent overall. Unemployment among Veterans as a whole is 12.1 percent. FACT: 260,000 veterans will be homeless this year and the Department of Veterans Affairs can only reach about 20% of them.

Veterans also are not getting the medical care they need when they come home, both physical and mental. As many as 35 percent of Iraq Veterans have or will experience Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. There has to be a period of readjustment for the returning troops so they can get their lives back in order and that readjustment is made harder when these men and women are functioning at less than 100%. Many have been dumped by their spouses and are confused and despondent. Nobody wants to see bigger government but this great country needs to step in and provide funding for homeless and sick veterans.

Grandpa fought in WW2 and came home an alcoholic. When he got sick, it took the help of several local politicians to get him into a VA hospital. We have to make it easier for our returning heroes to get the care they need.

Won't you help our military veterans this Veterans Day by volunteering at a shelter, donating to Give An Hour, which provides free mental health services to veterans or Soldiers From Above, or becoming an advocate for homeless veterans in your local community.

Help this little kitteh make EVERY DAY Veteran's Day.

PS: Don't forget to read my posts about ME over the past week. Find out what makes CK tick. The series will continue next week.

Games Keisha Plays, Part 1

Anyone old enough to remember that old song Games People Play? Since my peeps are a hunnert years old, I'm forced to listen to it. Allow ME to sing a little of it because this week is all about ME:

♪♬♪ Oh the games Keisha plays now
Every night and every day now
Always biting on The Woman
Never biting on my Pop (much).

I like to make The Woman cry
Bite her ankle then I hide
Cross the room I pray for tuna
Cos HHGutt is to blame yeah! ♫♫♩

What's do you mean, Woman. That's not how it goes? You listen here, woman! This is my blog and you type what I tell you to! Sorry, your delicate eyes had to witness that hateful display by TW. Back to the blog in progress.

I was gonna include a video here, but decided it would detract from this wonderful piece of prose. You can watch it here. The song in the video is Toy Never Played With by Drivin' N Cryin' and as you will see, my nip cigar and fruit are sitting there untouched.
You can see what I'm playing with
and it's NOT the toys
I have a unique idea of how to play with my toys. For example, how would you play with a toy dangling at the end of a wand? You'd chase the toy, wouldn't you? ME, I play with the string or stretchy cord holding the toy on. I grab and bite it; almost use it like dental floss. Of course, my real goal is to bite/scratch TW's hand holding the wand.

Your peep rolls a ball down the hall for you. You chase the ball and maybe kick it around a little. Not ME. I MAY run in the general direction the ball is rolled in, but then I run right past the ball and then run back to point A. When the ball is rolled back, I'm in perfect position to WATCH it. I can catch it and not have to move a muscle. I may bat at it if I'm in the mood. I then run the other way again and wait for the ball. In the event that TW throws the ball, I'll leap and catch it or bat it down. I do the same thing when TW shoots a coated rubber band through the air. I'll run in the general direction right past it and then wait for it to come back so I can jump and catch it.

Going after the wands instead of the feathers.
When we play with a string or feather on the bed. I chase it around in circles until TW thinks I'm exhausted or until I nail her hand. Most kittehs would chase the string. On the other hand—pardon the pun—I tend to aim for the flesh, bone and blood holding the string/feather most of the time. Sometimes TW even wears winter gloves when we play but that's way not fair. HAH!

After dark, when the lights are out, we play smousey laser and I run through the hall after it. Most peeps shine the laser around the cat and the cat bats at it. I use it as an excuse to run around the apartment and through my tunnel.

Do I see TW's hand in there?
 I love to run through my tunnel—on MY terms. I used to like when TW stuck her hand in it and wiggled it around. Then I charged at her hand, hoping to do some real damage. Unfortunately, she pulls it out before I get her 99% of the time. She learned her lesson when I nailed her a few weeks ago. I also like her to dangle my peacock feather or a string in the other end or use the smousey laser pointer when it gets dark enough. She complains it takes ME too long to stalk and she gets tired of waving the feather. Can you believe TW actually once hit me in the back side with a coated rubbed band while I was crouched in the tunnel? Then she wonders why I attack her.

I don't particularly like catnip toys because they tend to make me sneeze. Sometimes I'll chase them once or twice if TW throws them. I like interactive toys. The only smousey toy I really like is my Skinneez mouse from Nip & Bones. I did write a review for it but it disappeared. If I'm in the mood, I'll attack my plague ratsy. I've actually never looked at the nip duck that my Buzzy sent me. TW uses it for decoration. I've just became attached to a sock that TW filled with dried nip from our windowsill plant. That's top-shelf nip.

Hiding behind Fort Keisha to attack TW.
In Part 2, I'll explain what my current favorite items of interest are. I guarantee you, you ain't gonna believe what strikes my fancy. TW says, it's just Cathy being Cathy. Hey, whadda you mean by a remark like that? Are you insulting ME??

Wednesday Word of the Day: ME

Yes, once again, this blog is all about ME!

The great Rodgers Hammerstein defined the word ME in song: "ME, a name I call myself." In my case, ME can be defined as stunning, lithe, talented and, most of all, humble.

Cathy Keisha wasn't always my name. The shelter called ME Kittee. When I was adopted, the lady from the rescue begged my peeps to change it. What, oh what, should they call their new stunning cat? Since they also adopted a cat named Mitzi, they decided we'd be Kitzie and Mitzi. GONG! REJECTED! That was worse than Kittee! Mitzi soon went back to her mom and I was the only cat I am today and I definitely wasn't a Kitzie.

Cathy aka Kitzie aka Baby Girl aka Kittee
Gramma always wanted a girl named Cathy, but somehow decided not to name TW Cathy. Go figga!  In honor of Gramma, I became Cathy. Pop came up with the Keisha part to honor my CommuniPAW Avenue roots and because I'm a little ghetto cat at heart. That's why I love Pop so much.

I also have many nicknames, some that can even be printed on this blog. TW calls ME Baby Girl and Pop calls ME his Little Stunner or his Smoky Grey Diva.  When I dj, I'm either DJ CK or DK Baby Gurl.
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If'n you already read my blog from yesterday, I added the following facts about my eating habits.

  1. I'm a sloppy eater. I have to dump my wet food on the rug before I eat it. Love the taste of rug fibers. This upsets TW to no end. HAH!
  2. Before I get my stinky goodness, I like to eat kibble as an appetizer. It's always kibble, then wet food. Gives ME something to do while TW is preparing my feast so I don't have to rub against her.

ME Tuesday

Enjoying my kibble before I got those raised dishes.
Times flies when you've got such an interesting subject: ME. Yes, all this week is dedicated to ME—the World's Most Stunning Cat. Lately, I've been devoting too much time to other, less interesting topics. Today I'll tell you some fascinating facts about my diet eating habits.
  1. I eat r e a l l y s l o w l y. It takes ME forever to just lick the gravy out of my food. The cats before ME had 20 minutes to nom their stinky goodness before it disappeared. I have as long as it takes or until it goes bad. I kinda like the crust that forms on it.
  2. The peeps HAVE to walk ME to my food and stay there until I'm finished and I've excused them. Not a minute sooner. Like I've already stated, I'm a slow eater so they could be there for hours. What could be more important than ME anyway?. I will NOT eat if I'm left alone. I like an audience.
  3. My favorite stinky goodness is Fancy Feast grilled tuna. I tolerate the Luna Tuna/Island Illusion I have to eat to make up for the water I don't drink. The peeps want to wean ME off fish because it rots a cat's teeth. Best of luck to them. HAH!
  4. I like most treats, especially the catnip flavor Greenies and Temptations. Friskies Party Mix is nommy and now Friskies has a new treat called Crispies, that is pleasing to ME. I've only tried the salmon flavor. The peeps got them BOGO for ME to try.
  5. I'm a sloppy eater. I have to dump my wet food on the rug before I eat it. Love the taste of rug fibers. This upsets TW to no end. HAH!
  6. Before I get my stinky goodness, I like to eat kibble as an appetizer. It's always kibble, then wet food. Gives ME something to do while TW is preparing my feast so I don't have to rub against her.
  7. Aprés eating, I get the zoomies.
  8. My hat's off to the chief, er, chef.
I hope you've all learned something helpful today. There will be a quiz at the end of the week. NOT!
Of course, you know finger food is this little kittehs favorite!