Time to Celebrate!

And the accolades keep coming for this little ghetto kitteh! If I wasn't so stunning, I'd find it overwhelming! 

First I found out I was a finalist in the BlogPaws Nose-to-Nose Social Media Pet Blogging Awards in the Best Twitter Design category for a background that Glogirly designed for me and today I received an unexpected accolade from the AAAC. They're the organization who hands out the Anipal Academy Awards. They were honoring Graphic Artists, which is something this kitteh doesn't pretend to be. I logged on Twitter  to cheer on my furrends because I had no expectations that I would win anything. I looked at my connections and mentions, like I always do to see if any of my homeys wanted to hang. OMC! Everyone was sending concatulations to yours truly for winning an award for—wait for this!—Blog Whiz! I was doing a happy dance, not to mention some cat wheels, cos I never expected to win. It was just the opposite from last year when I was jobbed. I won't get into that here cos I'm too happy. CK pledges to live up to the title of Blog Whiz, while continuing to spin tunes to get everyone's paws on the Nipclub dance floor every Thursday from 8-9 pm.

Sorry, Blogpaws, I don't mean to slight being a finalist; but I really appreciate someone recognizing a blog I work so hard on. I know we're just a small fish in the blogging world and my little blog doesn't appeal to everyone, which of course, puzzles me. Design, graphics and creativity doesn't come easy to me. It usually takes a couple of hours to write a blog that's funny and has substance and combine it with a graphic that isn't just uploaded from the flashy box. To that end, we really appreciate seeing those blogs that are creatively designed. In fact, I may even be in awe of talented anipals like Katie and her girl.

Thank you AAAC, @TheNascarKitty, @TinyPearlCat and the entire @AnipalAwards committee. You guys know a star when you see one! Thank you to Blogpaws for sponsoring the Awards' ceremony. 

Concats to ALL the talented Anipal Academy Award winners! 

I may be too excited to do easy this Sunday. Lemme tryzzzzz

Stay tuned next week for our first Senile Saturday when Pop discusses the pros and cons of his AARP phone.

Wednesday Word of the Day—Yak (Bonus Word—Concatulations!

This little kitteh doesn't have one of those sensitive tummies I read about on other blogs. My stomach is made of cast iron. My peeps can change brands of food and I go with the flow. In the 6 1/2 years I've lived here, I've yakked maybe 5 times. That fifth time was this morning; a morning that started out like every other.

I may have lots of "faults" according to the peeps, but I'm the rare cat that waits for TW to wake up to give me my breakfast. I don't wake her up cos she's up like every hour or two anyway; so when I'm ready, I'll get out of bed and lead her into the kitchen. This morning, we got up around 5:30 a.m. My breakfast was going to be Chopped Grill Feast leftovers. Like any sane-minded cat, I don't like my food once it's been refrigerated. TW gets up about an hour earlier and puts the closed can on the counter to make it room temperature. This doesn't fool me. I know it's leftovers.

Yep! This is the rug I yakked on right about HERE!
This is an older picture. I didn't pose with my yak. Heh heh!

I took one sniff, a lick and TW heard that gurgley rumble that's all too familiar to some cat staffs and then I backed slowly away from the food. She grabbed a newspaper and followed me. I thought she was going to attack me so I ran. Apparently one of her talents used to be getting a newspaper down in front of Nicky right before he yakked and catching most of it before it hit the carpet. Nicky didn't yak much either but when he did, he'd do it 3 times within the space of 30 minutes. All cats know the trick of yakking on the carpet and backing up to spread the wealth.

She didn't find any souvenirs so she picked up the food and tossed it and went back to bed. When she got up again, she found the collateral damage. It was all food—no hair or liquid mixed in. She got out the Capture Carpet Cleaner and it worked it's magic. Even though I'm not doing a review or advertisement, I'll give the url in case someone wants to try it. Of course, she forgot to try the Bissell Stomp 'n Go® that she got at last year's Blogpaws' conference. This is the first time I've yakked since she got it so she was wanting to try it out. Better luck next year, Woman!

CONCATULATIONS!!

On April 2nd, my bestest buddy, Herbie (aka Herba from the Burba), his 8 fur sibs, and his peeps welcomed a hairless baby human into their house. Well, Herbie didn't exactly welcome the one he calls his Nemesis or Neme for short. His peeps call her Madolyn. I think he's growing fond of her, though. You can read a little about Project Nemesis on his sadly-neglected blog. I thought I'd put together a little collage of Herbie, his younger brofur Tim and Neme. Hope he doesn't mind that I liberated the pictures from his FB page. Herbie is the BIIIIIIG grey and white cutie in the final pic. Love you, Herbie! You were my first crush on Twitter. ❤

La Día de la Straw Hat (Behind the Scenes)

Thanks to Glogirly and Katie for hatting me on Straw Hat Day. I was minding my own business, waiting for those spoiled new Housecats to tip me—One of which didn't and I'm not naming names. Zee knows who he is and his human is going to correct the matter. Thank you, Deb.–when Katie suddenly plopped this millinary creation on my head. It wasn't filled with salmon, so I guess she stiffed me too. I may write a book about this chauffeur experience. Bet you'd pay plenty to find out what went on in the back seat of my limo, wouldn't you? The nip ceegars and Vine was plentiful and I could tell you stories about heavy petting! It's amazing there wasn't more rumpled fur when they got out at the club

Do you think this hat makes my ears look big??

Being a self-admitted publicity whore who plays an all-important role in the new Housecats video, I'm gonna give it a plug. It goes by really quickly. Don't blink, I don't want you to miss me. What you don't see is that I'm dancing on an adjourning table with my furs unzipped. It got censored and is on the cutting room floor. I hope it doesn't show up on some later date on a different YouTube channel. You should also watch to see who's fur got the most rumpled from all that petting in the car! Verrrry inneresting. This cat ain't talking until the six-figure book deal is done.

Happy Birthday Aunties!

Today is the birthday of my twin Aunties. They're both animal lovers just like my peeps and this blog is for them in lieu of a card. My Aunts are so cool. They "get" that I have my own blog. They even read it and Cousin Fluffbomb leaves me comments.

Aunt Melinda is Mom to my cousins BB, Isabel and Makena. Even though they're floofy and aren't moggies like myself, they're all rescue cats. BB (Big Boy) is a Norwegian Forest Cat! I'd never heard of that breed until I met Cousin BB. In fact, they come from the hood. They were adopted from a shelter in upper Manhattan. Now they're spoiled Jersey cats, who even have a deck to watch Bird-tv.

Aunt Melinda and her kits

I've told you all about my Aunt Karen before. She volunteers at the Brookes Legacy Animal Rescue in Naples, FL. They rescue death row and special-needs animals, nurse them to health and put them up in frosted homes until they find their furever home. Aunt Karen is hosting many frosted cats at this very moment, in addition to her dog and my cousin Fluffbomb, who are rescues. In addition, she works for Ark Natural Pet Products. Both my Aunts got the gift of their love of animals from their Dad, TW's wonderful Uncle Don, who's frolicking with his beloved dogs OTRB.

Aunt Karen working on adoptions, Cousin Fluffbomb.

Happy Birthday Aunt Melinda and Aunt Karen. This little kitteh loves you. ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ Enjoy the video of the Beatles singing Birthday.

Easy on Sunday

OMC furrends! Did I have some 24 hours? Friday night the peeps went to the Yankees' game and left me all alone. When they finally rolled in about 11 pm-ish, giddy that their team had won, I was ecstatic! I got major zoomies! I ran from one end of the place to the other and back again.

The happy dance continued Caturday morning.

First I threw my Skineeez smousies around Pop's bed! I threw it higher and higher and jumped after it.

After I got more zoomies, the peeps thought I was tired but I started bunnykicking my plague ratsie.

More zoomies followed. Soon I was back on the bed playing with the Skineeez. Finally, I found my vine pillow. It didn't stand a chance.

After all that playing, I think I'm ready for some Sunday chillaxing.

 DISCLAIMER: I bought these toys from NipandBones.com. Pop spent real green papers on them. I like my toys so no one puts words in this kitteh's mouth. I will continue to purchase toys from them.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all my furrends' humans.