Happy World Cat Day

Today is World Cat Day so TW did this special sketch of me laying on Pop's bed. OK, I'll come clean. You're too smart to be fooled by this because by now you all know that TW has NO TALENTS AT ALL. PhotoShop actually made this sketch so TW could salvage yet another soft, out-of-focus picture she'd taken of me. It didn't come too badly. I do look very stunning.

Plus to honor this day, she's been singing—rather badly—this little ditty based on a song from the Stone Age '60s.

Ooo aah, ooo aah, ooo ooo Kitty
tell us about the cat from Jersey City
Ooo aah, ooo aah, ooo ooo Kitty
tell us about the cat from Jersey City
She's a real stunner
She's really fine

And to re-enforce what I said about her having NO TALENT, that's as far as she got. I've heard this over and over again. Ad nauseum.

And now onto a completely different topic. This is two, two, two posts in one!

Stunning Keisha with the loot we donated to A Call 4 Paws.

Every couple of months, TW puts a care package together for our favorite charity, A Call 4 Paws, and our friend Linda comes over to pick it up. Friday evening, Linda came over to get the 5 bags of sheets, cat food that doesn't pass my taste test, old cat dishes, that failed fountain, etc. She told TW I had some Russian Blue in me, which surprised both of us but might explain why my fur tends to look blue in some photos. I thought it was just TW's bad photography skills. HAH! Anyway, I'm not real excited about being a Ruskie, but TW thinks they're da bomb or something. Wonder if this means I'll have to learn to bite in another language ...

Anyway, they were yakking about animals and the next thing I know, TW is axing about getting a sisfur for me. Huh? I'm gonna have a kitten? This is all so sudden. Does Buzz know about this? Should he?

As some of my long-time readers know, I was originally adopted with another cat, but it didn't work out. The other cat hid under the bed for two weeks until we had to return her. She'd come from a hoarding situation and the old lady who had her had gotten out of the hospital and wanted her back so it worked out all around. But that left me an only cat.

Since I'm a triple Alpha cat, Linda thought I'd do well with a younger cat—one that I can boss around and mold into my image. Hmmmm, this could be fun. So it was decided that Linda would bring a cat over this coming Caturday to meet me and see how we got along.

Meet Isabel/Tamika

I'll know a little bit more about her soon. What we do know is that she and her brother, Charley, were rescued from a feral colony when they were about 16 weeks old—she's now 5 1/2 months old. Linda brought them to the A Call 4 Paws Sanctuary to be whipped into shape, er, socialized. Two weeks later, they came home sweet and lovable. They work miracles at the sanctuary, which is why I'm axing you to contribute to their widget in the sidebar.

This little ghetto cat would like to change Isabel's name to something like Tamika, so she can keep it real also, but, alas, the peeps aren't buying. They say if she's responding to Isabel, we should leave it alone. Even more troubling, they say Jersey City is a big city with lots of ethnicities and diversity and maybe she wasn't found in da hood but in the Heights. GASP! She may be from an Indian, Pakistani, Russian or Latino neighborhood; or, even worse, a yuppie one. I still say she looks like a Tamika.  Tamika Torte. What do my readers think?

I axed my peeps, since Isabel/Tamika is already living with Linda, wouldn't it be better to get a kitteh out of a shelter. They told me that once Isabel gets adopted, then Linda can bring another cat from the Sanctuary to live with her and keep the line moving; so, in fact, we're bettering 2 cats existence. Isn't that exciting?

Linda and A Call 4 Paws are also going to trap the ferals that have called our condo's garage their home and have them spayed. TW says they're friendly for strays. One actually LOOKS like a real Russian Blue and that little girl may already have a home waiting for her once she's de-flea-ed and spayed. Apparently, someone in our complex has been trying to catch her without success. She did come right over to TW and Linda and ax to be petted. Linda's plan is to bring the others back because she says if she took them, another colony—maybe a bigger colony—would move right in.

As you can imagine, all this spaying is going to cost mucho dinero, so please add a few bucks to the ChipIn on my sidebar. Muchas gracias and HAPPY WORLD CAT DAY!

Move over JLo and tell Gaga the News

There's a new video star on the block and her name is Keisha aka Stunning Keisha aka Cathy Keisha. I've got the looks; I've got the moves. I've got STAR written all over me. I'm about to unveil my latest video. Don't hate me for it. The Woman is just learning how to use the camera and the software. We didn't want anyone to have to put up with 34 seconds of Michael Kay's fat-headed, loud-mouth drivel so TW plugged in some song by the Buck Pets. That was her first mistake. Can you believe 12,000 songs on our i-Tunes and NOT A ONE by Beyonce?? I'm in shock. Anyway, I hope TW gets better at putting captions in there cos I certainly have enough to say.

What you are about the witness is CK playing with a peacock feather. You can purchase these feathers at NipandBones and find out just how much fun I'm having. NipandBones DID NOT pay me to write this blog.

Now pretend you're at a big premiere pawty. You've just walked down the Red Carpet and been interviewed by Joan Rivers. Now you're settled into your seat.

Lights! Camera! Action!

Mewsday Tuesday

BREAKING NEWS: Let's start with some breaking news. We go live to Pop's sink where Cathy Keisha has just taken her first drink of water in almost a year. Is it coincidence that I stopped drinking H2O right after the peeps broke my favorite water dish? I also ate very well today.

Speaking of water, look what the Poland Springs' man brought! Nope, don't
touch a drop of the stuff

You may have noticed the ChipIn on the right. My charity, A Call 4 Paws, came in 3rd on Sparkle's blog so she set this up. Feel feel to take your human's coffee or doughnut money and give it to this worthy cause. As the old song goes, Give A Little Bit, or as I like to say Give Till It Hurts. *Sharpens teeth* Contrary to popular belief, that isn't the rescue that I came from. That was Companion Animal Placement. They—how could I delicately put this—disowned me or something. Yes, they stopped taking my phone calls and answering my e-mail. I can hear a chorus of cat voices and they're saying, "How can anyone disown a wonderful cat like CK?" Pffffttttttt to them. Let them do their own ChipIn and publicity.

You may have also noticed that I've put a widget for my Wisconsin #Nipclub set on the sidebar. Most of these bands hail from the cheesehead state or were produced by Wisconsin native Butch Vig. R.E.M.'s first tour led them to Merlyns, in Madison, WI. There's some good music in that set, so enjoy. Thursday's theme is Canada so don't expect too much. I can already tell that its shaping up as Neil Young and a bunch of over the hill folkies. Hmmm, just like my peeps—over the hill folks. HAH!

I'm going to have Pop draw the winner of the rocket toy out of my Yankee hat later tonight and will announce who the lucky cat is by tomorrow. TW already bought a mailer so it shouldn't take more than a month to get it in the mail.

A week later and I'm still enjoying my Neko Fly toy, as well as my foam rubber rockets. TW pulled this still out of a failed video she tried to take. I'll be playing like crazy but as soon as she takes the camera out, I stand there, defiantly and stare at her until the memory card gets full. This was the final frame so I've started playing again. Notice the sheer joy on my face as I try to attack that Kragonfly. I've been known to have the same look on my face when I lunge at TW in bed; although I admit I haven't done that in a while. BTW, that box and bag in the photo are donations we have ready to give to A Call 4 Paws.

TW has decided that she's going to Blogspaw. She doesn't have money to get her hair cut but she's going to Blogspaw. She's got a ride and a roommate. I hope her ride is going to drop her off at the Poor House on the way home.

This really affects this cat because TW has never been away overnight before—at least since I've been here. Hell, I don't remember when she used to go to work; I only know that she leaves the house for an hour or so every day. For Cod's sake, I sit at the door and cry when she goes down to the mailboxes! She's worried how I'm going to react since I have separation anxiety. I may not eat the four days she'll be away. How do you guys deal with it when your peeps go away without you? What really sticks in my craw is that she's going to bring HHGutt as my representative! GASP! I'm going to start a petition stating that if he goes with her, that is a declaration of WAR with this stunning ghetto kitteh. I'm sure the WLF and Pink Angels will back me on this.

Well, that's all my news for today. Sit back and enjoy the music!

WE HAVE WINNERS. Yes, winners. Since we have extra toys, Pop picked two winners. The first is Bad Andy, of Bad Andy's Other Stuff, who wins the foam rubber rocket. I'm really glad he won because he just lost his brother, Jim, and misses him a lot. The other winner is Spitty-the-Kitty from Spitty Speaks, who has his choice of the other 2 disc throwing toys.

Don't Mess With Your Kitty

You're prolly axing yourself what took CK this long to write a post using Mr. Puddy's Meme. After all, you know my mottos are "Don't get mad; get even" and "Revenge is a dish best served over and over." There is so many stories to tell but I wanted to wait until I had some new goodie.

Over the years, I've bitten many a leg that earlier in the day was used to trip over me or kick me—unintentional, the peeps claim. Well, guess what, my revenge IS intentional. If you don't like it, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!! You know you have a cat; you've had me 5 1/2 years now. Hello, Woman, this stunning grey and white furry cat is alive! I feel pain just like you just felt! Sometimes I even bleed and my blood is red just like that stuff dripping out of your ankle and shin right now. And many an arm has been maimed and bloodied because one of my toys was stepped on and destroyed or—worse still—discarded. They never throw out their own mess; only kitteh toys are fair game to them. But I get even.

That brings me to the latest episode of Don't Mess with Your Kitty. This summer, the peeps have been buying a lot of fruit and they've decided that keeping it on the windowsill is the best way to ripen it. Yes, that would be MY windowsill. It's bad enough that it's already crapped up with plants but now I lose even more space to peaches and plums? Uh-uh. This won't do.

My revenge: TW has been noticing little bitty holes, about the size of, say, a kitteh claw, have mysteriously been pock-marking her fruit. Hmmm, I wonder who could be doing that. The best part is, if she doesn't gobble that fruit up right away, the fruit starts to rot around those teeny holes. Either way, I get my windowsill back and CK is happy again. (Sorry there are no photos to document this. I'd rather not wait until NEXT July to get this blog published.)

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My beach pawty avatar.

For your listening pleasure, I've put a widget on the sidebar, with the songs I played at last Caturday's Swingin' 60's Malibu Beach #PawPawty. There are actually a few extra songs on there that I didn't have time for in my hour. Hit the PLAY button in the middle and feel like you're hanging ten. If you couldn't make the pawty and would like to donate to Mental Detection Dogs, you can do it HERE and see all the delish food that was served.

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Very soon, I'll be picking the winner of the toy contest. If you haven't entered, you still have a few days. Today is the last day to go to Sparkle Cat's blog and vote for A Call 4 Paws—my charity—halfway down the right-hand sidebar and then to vote for Sparkle's excellent blog, which is nominated for a Pettie Award.

Easy Like Sunday or a Blog About a Blog

Some of my readers have been wondering why I only blog once a week. My typist, also known as The Woman (TW), is supposed to be spending much of the week sending resumes and writing cover letters so even though I'd like to, I can't monopolize ALL her time. I'm also a world-renowned Twitter DJ, who spends vast amounts of time shopping for outfits and preparing theme set lists for our weekly #Nipclub events and monthly #Pawpawties, that have raised over $50,000 for animal charities worldwide. (BTW, anyone have any suggestions what to play to honor Wisconsin?) Anyway, if TW doesn't haul her booty back to work soon, we are heading toward the Poor House at an alarming clip. This is fact! This little kitteh may be out on the mean streets again, peddling contraband nip and swinging her tail looking for action. A lot of thought—as well as a lot of words and my entire heart and gall bladder—goes into each blog to try to make it as entertaining and satisfying as I can, like a fine wine or home-style cooking that sticks to your ribs. I've known people who actually smoke cigarettes after reading some of my better blogs, if you get what I'm driving at here. MOL! Fact is, I think my readers have come to expect a level of excellence—as I myself do—and, frankly, if I'm not satisfied with a blog post, it doesn't go to press. I'm about quality over quantity. I don't mean to lecture because I truly LOVE everyone who reads this little blog—and most of you do post a quality blog daily, but CK feels she's stretching herself too thin these days. I also, as you may have noticed, can't be brief if I tried and all this thinking takes a lot out of me. With that thought, I'll rest cos I'm easy like Sunday.

I'm not gonna mention that nothing exciting goes on around here,
plus I'm a wordy sort of cat who couldn't be brief if I tried.