Wednesday Words of Wisdom

He who enters tunnel, deals with Keisha

Eulogy For A True Goddess

A year or so ago, the world was treated to a new sensation out of Liverpool, England. She was bigger than the Beatles; bigger than any entertainer to come out of that town. Men cats swooned. Lady cats all wanted to be her. We all wanted to be cool like @MedusaJ, the scaredy cat with the orange legs. The diva had entered the world of Twitter and Facebook. They would never be the same. And neither will we.

Sadly, MedusaJ, aka Rosie Cat, has left the building. She went OTRB yesterday morning at 9:45. She left way too soon and she left us pleading for an encore.

Rosie was a good friend. Wait, she was much more than a good friend. She was someone I could be myself with. I could get a little bit raunchy and know that she understood and wouldn't get bent out of shape. I didn't have to watch my "P's and Q's"—whatever than means though I hear its a common idiom around here. She even followed my Pop on Twitter when I mentioned that he opened an account so he could make sure I wasn't getting too naughty with the boys.

I used to love to make her laugh her evil laugh. Bwaaahahaa! She became my "Cracklin' Rosie" after she posted a picture of herself in front of the fireplace at Christmas.

I love her. Unfortunately, with the time differences, we didn't meet too much on Twitter. Thank God for Facebook. The time we did spend together always made me laugh, or at least smile. She brought out the best in me.

This isn't Goodbye because I know that we'll meet again OTRB. To her Mum Marie, her Dad and minidude—I always loved that name—I offer love and support and a shoulder to cry on. I know I'm a better cat for having known her.

Sleep well Goddess Rosie. The world has lost another legend in the prime of her life.

Wednesday Words of Wisdom

Two Keishas are better than one!

Special Delivery for CK

My new box. Bet there's another cat tree in here.

I got a big package in the mail yesterday. It wasn't exactly addressed to me, although it DID have MY last name and address on it. Last time, I got a box this big, it contained my cat tree from Nip and Bones. This is exciting! Of course, I wasn't quite as excited when the porter brought it in the apartment.

I had flashbacks to the air duck men and ran and hid in my top secret hidey hole. The woman couldn't find me and totally panicked because she thought I'd gotten out into the hall. She ran up and down the hall and even went downstairs to look for me. Then she panicked again because she ran into Sophie, the pit bull, and his brother Miles getting off the elevator and thought that, if I was in the hall, they'd found me and ate me alive. After I made her sweat and cry for about 10 minutes, I finally came out of hiding to many hugs and kisses.

Getting back to my original story, the peeps keep saying the box is for them. Gasp! But we know that possession is 99% of the law and you can clearly see that I'm in possession of it. The peeps are in no hurry to open it though. They claim its a new stereo to take the place of the one that the woman deliberately broke. Don't give me no lip, woman, you broke it and you know it.

Possession is 99% of the law.

I can't wait to see the look of surprise when they open it and discover it is for me.

I WON ANOTHER CONTEST!!

I'd like to thank my good furrend Rumblepurr because I entered a contest on his blog and won the peeps a $60 gift certificate from CN Stores. I can't wait to see what the peeps are going to buy me!

Rumbles and his brother Inigo are very sexy and handsome mancats so I suggest you check their blog out if you haven't already. I hope they have crushes on me because my heart flutters every time I see pictures of them.

Thanks again to CN Stores and Rumbles.