A Look Back on the Holidays

To celebrate the Epiphany, I find myself looking back at my Christmas and realizing I did pretty darn good for myself. And now as I sit here drinking nip nog and wait for the woman to play with me, I'll describe all the loot I got from furrends and family.

Ma and Pop gave me that super great tunnel from SuppliesJust4Pets that I run back and forth through about a hundred times a day, plus some smousy toys and kitty treats. I got a nice smousy toy from my Aunt Pauline and her 4 cats and Aunt Mindy and Uncle Muggy gave me some jingly balls (which seem to wind up under Ma's big feet all the time) and a scratching post with a feathery toy on it. I've been scratching on it but Ma hasn't captured it on film yet. I get a kick out of Ma's screaming every time she slides on those balls.

If that loot wasn't enough, my pawpawty prize came from SidtheCatahoula on the day after Christmas! Sid and Lisa sent me treats, toys, TUNA, even a collar! I am so lucky to have them as furrends.

I hope everyone enjoyed their holidays as much as I did. I had my Pop home for over 2 weeks and a real tree in the house. I didn't put on any weight, unlike the Peeps. BTW, that real tree is actually growing shoots from all the branches!

If I haven't mentioned it, my Gotcha Day is at the end of this month, so I expect even more loot to come my way! Salúd, dear furrends. I hope we can end animal abuse and find homes for all the shelter kitties in 2010. Peace out!

My Pop—I think I'll Keep Him!

At the risk of being labelled a "Lolly cat," I'm coming out as a daddy's girl. I've always hated labels so why not. Now let me explain how I bonded with Pop.

A week after I landed in my furever home, Pop was scheduled to go to hospital for "major-major" surgery. That was a dreadful week. Ma would leave the house at 8 am and not come home until after 9 pm. I was all alone in an unfamiliar place. I took out my frustrations on Ma, biting and scratching and refusing to let her pet me. After Pop came home, he stayed with me day and night for about 6 weeks. I nursed him back to health by laying next to him and keeping him company. I hardly ever left his side. Still he couldn't pet me more than 3 times. Below is a recent pic of my cuddling up against Pop. There's enough to cuddle!

Even after Pop went back to work, he was so good to me. He's the only one I let hold me and the only person I'll purr for. Still, there's the occasional slip-up where I viciously attack him and draw blood. Oopsy! Don't I look so comfortable in his arms?

I like my Pop because he's almost as furry as I am. He always calls me stunning. We formed a bond that cannot be broken. I'd be Pop's girl even if he didn't order that new cat tree for me. Wait, did I say that?

The disappearance of CK

Sunday at my house is laundry day. One thing I don't understand about laundry day is why, in 2010, the woman sees the need to segregate the whites from the "colors" and isn't "colors" a derogatory word? (It feels good to finally get that off my chest.) Anyhow, this is a fun day for the cat because first she gets to lay on the sheets while the peeps are trying to take them off the bed. They don't like that for some reason.

What they like even less is when I lay on Pop's clean—and very colorful—Old Navy boxers. Hey, these clothes are nice and clean and they're warm. What can be better than clean and warm for a cat looking for some place to sleep. Besides, if it's that important to you, you should put these right into the dresser.

After supper, TW finally put away the clean clothes in her closet. I rarely get to look into, let alone get into TW's closet. I jumped at the chance. Before you knew it, I was asleep and TW had gotten on the computer. Pop asked TW several times if she knew where I was and she didn't. (Cue the SINISTER MUSIC) Just where was Cathy Keisha and did anybody care?

Unbeknownst to the peeps, that dastardly HHGut had locked Cathy Keisha in TW's closet. When I woke up, I started desperately scratching at the door to no avail. The tv was on and the peeps were otherwise occupied. I was losing hope that I'd ever be rescued. "You'll never get out. You'll die in there," taunted Guttierrez. I heard Pop asking about me again and then I heard him get up.

It was Pop to the rescue. He finally heard the scratching and rushed to open the closet door. I was free! Pop had once again saved me! He was once again my hero! Unfortunately, the peeps don't suspect a thing. They haven't a clue what my political enemy, HHGut, did and that he was responsible for my being locked in the closet all evening. Pay back is a bitch; and, make no mistake about it, pay back will come for HHGut. When he least expects it. He's now got a bulls eye on his back. You don't mess with this cat from the Hood.

Bless Bess, What A Mess!

Our kitchen floor is the cleanest kitchen floor on the planet. The Woman doesn't use any poisons on it; she uses either dish soap and water, Method all-surface cleaner or the steamer I gave her for her birthday. We have the cleanest kitchen floor. Have I mentioned that? It's so clean, you could eat off it; and it should be because I do eat off it. Well, I have a dish and placemat but do prefer putting the food on the floor. I won't tell you about the inside of the fridge since TW's been Tweeting for me but you probably know and I don't have to eat off it. As long as it doesn't inconvenience the cat …

On Thanksgiving, we had the turkey incidents. First, Pop sprayed the raw turkey juice all over the place and out came the steamer to sanitize it. Then, after the turkey was cut, the discovery was made that someone cut through the pan and, again, the counter and floor were full of juice. The steamer again came to the rescue. It cleans and sanitizes. Everyone should have one. The Peeps haven't eaten red meat since 1980 and TW says this year we may stop eating white meat too.

For New Year's Day and Easter, they make Virginia Ham. Again, it's the only time we eat ham. I really, really like it although the gravy is really, really sticky. They give me my own plate! We were going to have the leftovers today. Sounds like a plan, right?

Yesterday Pop went to the Pathmark and while TW was putting away the goods, she moved the ham gravy to make room. Oopsy, wrong move as it wound up on the floor. All over the floor to be precise. I would've gotten a good laugh except it was my feeding time and I certainly couldn't go step in all that sticky mess. Also, my package from SidtheCatahoula had come and I couldn't wait to open it up.

Sticky gravy and chunks of pineapple were splattered as far as the eye could see. It was under the refrigerator and oozing onto the nice wood floor in the foyer. TW let out a shriek like I didn't know she was capable of and rolls of paper and cloth towels were pressed into service. Then, TW got a Pathmark bag to put the sopping wet paper towels in and pour the little remaining gravy in and, guess what? when she picked up the bag, it had a big hole and that gravy dripped back on the floor only in yet a different spot. TW spent the next 20 minutes or so down on her knees scrubbing that floor again. Her nice slippers were totalled too. (Can you tell, I'm stifling a laugh?) But the cat was thinking food.

Finally, by the grace of Cod, I made my way over the pass-along or whatever they call it and Pop gave me my skipjack tuna. Tonight I ate my food off the cleanest kitchen floor on the planet. News Flash: the cat did not get blamed for the mess. As for the peeps, Ma made another mess of gravy with orange juice, pineapple, pineapple juice, brown sugar, ground and whole cloves.

I've Got Mail!

At the last pawpawty, I won my first ever prize by answering a question about one of the Hot MBC cats. The prize was offered by my furrend @SidTheCatahoula. It came in the mail today and was even better than I could've imagined. "Hmmm, what could be in this package with my name on it?" My feline curiousity got the best of me and I tore it open.

Wow! A smousy laser toy and some tissue paper! And that's not all!

Whoa! There's also a collar (try getting that on me, woman!), some nip toys, a can of TUNA and chicken treats! I think I'm in love with Sid and Lisa. Oh, and they wrote me a wonderful note.

I posed for the camera with my newly-won swag. It's like Christmas all over again.

Nothing could be more fun than a catnip toy mixed up in some tissue paper. I don't want to tell Sid how I totalled that pretty paper but the toy is still intact. Thank you again Sid and Lisa for the super great prizes. I'm still all excited that I won a prize. I've never won anything before in my life. Anyway you look at it, I'm a winner because I have the best furrends in the world.