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The Ripple Effect

This is a cool Ripple-design rug. It’s now mine.

This week’s PhotoHunt theme is Ripple. I don’t drink Ripple and I don’t eat Fudge Ripple ice cream so we were going to skip this one. Circumstances changed and viola! I have a blog.

Wednesday Word—Shelters


I was going to write about something else but the other day one of my Twitter friends tweeted “Plz donate your used towels & blankets to an animal shelter.” I mentioned that we had a pile of donations waiting to be picked up by A Call 4 Paws. The pile included cat food, toys, cat tree, and old t-shirts and sweatshirts. Pepper then axed what they would use sweatshirts for. I was a little surprised she didn’t know.

Last year this cat tree was donated.

CK & the Vishus Deer


Some of you might have noticed that I’ve been absent recently. I haven’t been allowed to visit or blog. I was deserted on Sunday. Abandoned. Left alone. The peeps left before dawn and didn’t come back until way after dark. There I was, without food, water, litter box and with no one to bite play with. Oh, is that really an exaggeration, Woman? How about stale food, stale water and dirty litter box. Does that meet your approval, Woman? Not that what you think concerns me.

This Door Swings Both Ways

OMC! What is TW doing in there?? Maybe I shouldn’t be looking.

This week’s theme on the Saturday PhotoHunt is DOOR. In our condo, we have an open Door policy. To allow me free roam, all Doors are left open or ajar. Even when the peeps are using the facilities, I must be able to gain entry. Sometimes, what I see is downright shocking and don’t get me started on the odors.

I’m a Russian Blue Tuxie Tabby


I’m a proud Tuxie. I’m also proud of my Russian Blue furs. When I first started blogging, I tried to join that Tuxedo Cat Hideout or whatever it’s called. Apparently, they didn’t want me or I didn’t fit in or something. I said hiss on them.

I always secretly wanted to join the Tabby Cat Club. They were active unlike the other kitty clubs. There’s always something fun going on at the TCC and this ghetto kitteh is all about fun.