Wednesday Word: Exploitation

When our story ended, an ominous e-mail appeared in TW's inbox. Then the peeps had deserted me for 5 whole hours to have fun at a pawty under the guise they were promoting me. Let's see if you think it was exploitation or promotion.

I should've known the peeps weren't going to come right back. They both donned matching StunningKeisha.com t shirts. If they were planning on only staying 5 minutes, they would've went down in their house clothes.

Of course, the shirts got lots of attention. Everyone had an animal story. I'd like to detail them but TW says that's a breach of privacy or something, as if I care

CK: Pawty animal

At one point they started to make their way upstairs but got sidetracked when they walked past the table where the "adult" beverages were being served. Everyone wanted to know about the shirts. Of course, in true TW style, she forgot to bring my business cards. All she had to do was run upstairs but she couldn't be bothered. Her frozen piña colada might thaw or I might make her feel too guilty to go back downstairs. All wanted me to come downstairs for a meet and greet; however, a star of my caliber doesn't work for free. Can you just see me dancing on the table? MOL! Hardly. They would have to settle for watching me on YouTube. One pawtier had a tablet computer so TW directed her to to my blog and then to Glogirly's YouTube Channel so they could see my award-winning acting skills.

I do want to mention a sick little boy that I'm concerned about. He's just 4 years old. His sisfur has cancer and is receiving chemo and this healthy little boy just stopped eating. After wearing a path to the emergency vet and dozens of tests, the vet still can't locate what's ailing him. They ruled out Hepatic Lipidosis, which is what our furrend Leo had. TW says the Oradell Animal Hospital is one of the best in this area but she thinks they were quick to rule fatty liver disease out. This dear boy was still in Oradell getting fed through a tube but they were planning on tube feeding him at home. TW hopes to hook up with this woman again to learn how the cat is doing and maybe offer some tips from what she's learned from Savannah's blog. Maybe a visit from a famous cat in his complex might cheer him up.

Yes, I'm angry!

Finally, they excused themselves and went upstairs to see how the aforementioned famous cat was doing. I was angry to say the least and made it known. TW felt guilty enough that she played with me for a while—a very short while I might add—before she stuck her nose into the computer. I demanded attention but got far too little. They could use me to make themselves fell like big shots but they couldn't pay attention to me once we were alone.

Special message to the peeps: don't let our neighbor bring her humongous killer turtle here to meet me. I assure you that's NOT gonna turn out well for the turtle.

Do you think I was exploited or promoted?

Block Pawty

Dateline: the condo July 20, 2013. We were having a nice, normal Caturday when suddenly this appeared in TWs email box. An invitation. Ominous.

GASP! Surely the peeps wouldn't leave me alone and go to this event. Or would they? After all, they told me it was too hot to buy my Fancy Feast but was it too hot to go outside and party?

Pop hates parties—he's definitely NOT a party animal—but TW somehow convinced him that they could eat dinner for free so he relented. The plan was that they'd show up about 5:30, look at the eats and decide if they should partake. I think the only words Pop heard was FREE FOOD and he was drooling. Apparently the heat wasn't bothering them now. They assured me they'd be back soon.

The Cat waited …

And waited …

And waited even longer …

By this time, The Cat was not pleased!

DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME THE PEEPS CAME IN??? DO YOU??? Ten minutes to ten!!! They were talking and laughing … and eating FREE FOOD … for almost 5 hours. It felt like DAYS to this little kitteh! To make it all the more galling, they told me I WAS THE HIT OF THE PAWTY! THEY were dropping MY name to impress people.

They ate too much—they said the food was delish. Apparently 7 pulled pork sliders were consumed by my peeps plus chicken-ka-bobs, fruit, crackers and cupcakes! They drank too much—fruit punch and frozen piña coladas. TW says Pop turned into Mr. Personality right before her eyes.

They had some inneresting discussions about animals and rumour has it, they even showed Real Housecat videos.

To be continued.

Photo Hunt—Really

Did you REALLY expect me to scratch on cardboard??

I did NOT bite you just now and I don't know who did! REALLY!!

TW, I have nothing to play with! REALLY!!!

Did you REALLY clean my litter box? I don't believe you, Woman!

So you're saying it's REALLY hot so you won't walk 3 miles round trip to the supermarket 

to buy me some Fancy Feast. Oh REALLY?

Spitty Litter

We'll be changing the name of this kitty litter to "Spitty" litter since King Spitty the Kitty will be peeing and pooing in style. He's the winner of the Advanced Natural litter from World's Best Cat Litter. In his comment, he chose the original formula. When I go over to share his blue pillow, I'll give him the good news and see if that's the one he still wants. Maybe I'll play Postal Person Cat and deliver it myself. Actually, I've been having trouble with our Postal Person. He hasn't delivered anything for me in days and I know I have stuff due me. Do you think your Postal Person has been ignoring you?

CK Makes All Star Roster

I got my Yankee hat and my 'tude and I'm off to Citi Field to meet Abbi.

Who's on 1st. CK is.

OK, so the title is a bit of a stretch. Today is Major League Baseball's All-Star Game and this one is being held in Shitti Citi Field in Queens, where NY's minor league team, the Mutts Mets play. The most popular best players in baseball play this meaningless game that decides home field advantage in the World Series. This year two of our Yankees are on the team even though only 1 deserves to be on it. What can I say about the Yankees? Half their starting pitchers have lost it and one never had it. Fielding? Yeah, they can catch most of the time. Running? They're old and they go station to station. Hitting? HAH! You've got to be kidding. The Musings of a Crazy Cat Lady, whose Tigers are doing quite well, and I are posting about this game cos we're big baseball fans and we think it will be fun. I secretly think that she's just trying to rub it in to me that the Tigers are finally better than the Yankees. Let her have her fun now cos this kitty can talk serious trash. Either way, we're both on the same side tonight. GO AMERICAN LEAGUE!

 Last night was what appears to be the highlight of the event the Home Run Derby, which was won by Yoenis Céspedes of the Oakland A's. I know many of my furrends and readers aren't baseball fans but what's not to like about grown men chasing balls all over the nicely manicured lawn. We cats and woofies would love to be out there if we had a chance. This brings me to the story of one who did.

RIP Chase

The Yankees' minor league affiliate the Trenton Thunder's beloved bat dog, Chase That Golden Thunder, went OTRB on July 9th, just days after the team held a retirement party for him. Chase had been retrieving bats for the Thunder for a decade and was diagnosed with cancer in February. He's survived by two sons, Derby and Ollie, both of whom are bat dogs. Derby will take over in the role for the Trenton Thunder. The team axed fans wishing to honor Chase to donate to an animal shelter/pet rescue in their local communities.