Finally

It's spring here. It's been cold and icky forever. But it hasn't been all bad. Humom's irises bloomed last month. They are just outside of our bathroom window, that has been open every chance we get. These are tall bearded irises, we've had them for 2 years now and they were over 3 feet tall and both stalks had 5 blooms on them. No idea what variety, but we enjoyed them anyways.

Here is a picture of the newest puppies. They were born April 25th, momma SuzyQ had to have a C-section, because they all have daddy Diego's big apple head. All 3 are fat and healthy and will be making their appearance really soon.

This is SuzyQ's momma, Baby. She is gonna have her next litter in a few weeks and she is already huge. Last time she had 7 and the time before that was 8. She took a few years off from puppying and this will also be a Darling Diego litter (he's been a busy little fella, this will be his 3rd litter this year).

Here I am sitting on the filing cabinets with HGL. If you biggify and look to the right you can see where Happy-Go-Pukey saved some of breakfast for later. Can we all say EEWWW!!

Perhaps the walking garbage disposer, HockeyPuck, will come along and finish it. Gotta go; my typist is being summoned by a squawker.

Saturday With Sooner...

...And love is in the air. While my mancat, Petey, is resting up I'll be taking over the posting for him. But first, I must profess My Love to My Valentine. You can see in my eyes the intensity of my adoration for him. And I know that he feels the same way towards me too.

There is no shortage of potential beaus in this house.

But Petey, is the one for me.

I give to you, the first flower of spring.

Happy Valentines Day to every cat and human. May you all spend the day with the one that you love.

In The Pink

I bet you thought that this was gonna be a Valentine's Day post.
Well, it's not. It was gonna be about my pink eye and green sneezies. But I got distracted by the go-finches.


But, while we was bird watchin' this mornin', we saw one of Puck's relatives huntin' so we zoomed in on him to see what he was a huntin'. He's that black spot between the tree stump and window feeder; just above Lucky's right ear (HP is doin' the swattin' and HGL is nappin', I'm on the right).

click to biggify


There he is 'bout to pounce.

He pounced himself a slinky snake (it looks like he's jus' holdin' the grass but we looked with spyglasses and see'd it was a snaky). We know from personal 'sperience ('cause we had one as a pet-its a lined snake, they eat earthworms) that those are some of the most interestin' toys there is.


We watched him play "Snaky" for a long time. He tossed it all around and rolled around in the grass with it and everything. Looked like lots of fun.

Then he gave himself a bath and took a nap.

Okay, now back to me. I got the green sneezies (again) and I got pink eye as a bonus this time (must've sneezed green goo into my eye). So on top of my time in the torture chamber I get eye drops twice a day for a week. Thankfully, I didn't have to go to the V.E.T. and get stabbed.

What the F***! Wednesday

Just after dinner last night I heard all of this commotion and everyone runnin' all 'round like chickens with their heads cut off. Up and down the hall from the livin' room to the bedroom and back again and that's just the humans, the yappers were really makin' a fuss too.

So, about an hour later, after the din had died down. I went into the human's room and lookit what I found there.
Seems like Jez has gone and done it again. 3 new little squakers-2 girls and a boy.

You may now all go, "AAWWW....ain't they precious".


Well, I can say from experience, that they don't stay that way for long.
Before you know it they're all over the place. Tryin' to play with your tail and yappin' and takin' up all of my Humom's time. Time that could be spent answerin' to my every whim.
Let's hope that phase doesn't last too long either and that they all go to their forever homes real, real soon and take some of the others with them.

Grab a Button! — Great Backyard Bird Count

I wanted to remind all you birders out there that the great backyard bird count is coming up next weekend. So click that linky down below and happy birding.

Grab a Button! — Great Backyard Bird Count

Also and update on Jez's weight; she has gained about 2lbs so far......

Tummy Tuesday Vol.4

Tummy Tuesday has gone to the dogs. Litterally (spelling is correct). We are about to be overrun by those little yappers again. Guess what, we're gonna have another

Guess The Litter Contest.

Everyone spread the word!!
Here are the rules:

• One entry per household -cause we ain't got alot of monies
• All entries need to be submitted by e-mailing me directly -link is on my profile
• Anyone can enter -we don't discriminate-even if you don't have furs
• All entries need to include:
• your name and address-unless you don't want us to send you somethin' (I think the winner should get one of the yappers, but that's just my opinion)
• your guess as to how many and which day they will arrive-bonus for closest to correct times
• Contest ends when I do a Post Puppy Post -you know, like when they get here, whenever that will be

So everyone do your homework. You can search this blog and the dog's blog and their website http://www.chicoschihuahuas.com/ for clues. Good luck and happy guessing. Here are some pics to help you figure out how many is in there. These were all taken today.

Jez-From the side


From above with her 5&1/2 lb sister who is really skinny. Jez's normal weight is 8lbs and there will be updates made with her weight when she goes in for a checkup.

Jez- held by Humom.

Here are some clues to help you out.
She was bred on December 13th.
This is her 3rd litter.

More to come....

Wild World Wednesday

Can you believe it 2 posts in a week and it's only Wednesday. Now don't get all 'cited; this may not last, so hop on board for a whistle stop tour of our out of doors.

Brr! Winter has returned and brought that blasted white stuff

This go-finch likes a different perspective

The aftermath. I sent humom out to get a clear shot of the white stuff-BTW it's sleet not snow

Ooh, icy cold and yet strangely refreshing

Off into the wild blue yonder

Breakfast time

Better Late Than Never

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I know, I've been a bad, bad kitty. Same story different day. Those stupid woofers keep humom really busy.

Good news though, my bruddy Punkin gots his own room and he doesn't get to put the bitey on us anymore. Humom says it's not all good and that he has been sick and we found out in March of 2008 that he has diabetes. So he gets sicker (he still has his megacolon issues) and we get the benefits. Did I mention no more biteys. One less cat at the bowls and boxes. Punkin gets his own bowl and box and room and he has special food and here's the bonus-he gets pokies twice a day for the rest of his life. Looks like that will be a long time too, since he is too mean to die.

The last of the 4 Christmas woofies gots sold in August. If you're keeping count we are down to 13, but it's not going to be that way for long 'cause that harlot Jet Black Jezebel is gonna pop out a whole new batch of baby woofers next month. Maybe we'll have another guess the litter contest. All I gotta say on that for now is that she's humongous.

I'll leave you with some photos from our viewscreen.

This our friend Mr. C he and Mrs. C live here all year long.

This guy comes to stay with us every winter.

These ones are new. Welcome the Go-finches.

We're Back

Didja miss us? Huh? Huh?

I've been very very busy supervising all of my underlings.

Hi from HockeyPuck. He's all grown up now and weighs 15lbs.


I have put him in charge of all of these wretched noisy things. All they do is bark and howl at every moving thing in the universe. Thankfully a door has been put in place to keep them out of our room.


These buggars arrived on Christmas day. They were small like this for a little while, but now they run around and make a fuss with the others.

But all is not lost; whilst we have been so unceremoniously removed from the action; some of the squawkers have been sold to new humans. Surely to make their lives a living hell just as they have done to us. I searched for a new photo to include of my massivity but none was to be found. So I must go and rectify that immediately.

Be Back Soon

Widebody Wednesday - I'm Large Like That

In my concious effort to get more blog time, I have taken over the computer and booted the humans off. Here is my floofiness in all of its glory. I would've called this Wordless Wednesday, but I don't know the meaning of wordless. Although, I have been told that it is akin to speechless. Something I know nothing about.

I'm not one for meme's, I never get tagged and I'm glad for that. I'll post what I want to when I'm damn good and ready to. So here is some little known facts about me, Petronious the Arbiter:

1. Even though I look really snuggly and sweet. I'm not a lap cat.

2. I have an enormous purr. It can be heard across the room when it's quiet.

3. I sleep with my head propped up so that I can breathe. It's not because of my weight. I did it even when I was thinner. I have a very large, round chest cavity and laying on my side is very uncomfortable.

4. At night I sleep in the humans bed, with my head on the hu-woman's pillow.

5. The hu-man is allergic to me; I make his head stuffy at night. So I guess he knows how I feel.

6. I have allergies and sinus issues. I get several sinus infections a year. No known reason and they are treated holistically with Tea Tree Oil in the vaporizer and it smells really icky.

7. I hate to be picked up; it usually means I hafta go to the V.E.T. or I'm being forced to return to the prison I am incarcerated in.

I've Been Traumatized

It was so horrible that I can only now tell you about my near death experience.


Well , maybe, it wasn't that bad. I'll let you decide for yourselves.






It all started last Tuesday. The humans brought out the carriers and to some of you; that, in itself, is traumatic.
Well, I love it when the carriers are out; they are the perfect place to take a nap without any of my bruddies and sissyfurs sneaking up on me and pouncing me when I'm trying to take a much needed nap.

But, on this day, there was no nap to be had.




First, I couldn't get any privacy. HockeyPuck and HGL, both, tried to get in with me; they are so rude and pushy; and they drove me out of my nappie place.




Then the humans started rounding us older cats up. And we all know what that means; the dreaded yearly visit to the V.E.T. But bless her mean, little heart; my sissyfur, The Elusive Sooner, lived up to her name and hid until it got too late for us to be taken in that morning.





Did I mention, this all started about 9am? By 11:15 she hadn't been found and you hafta be at the V.E.T. by 11:45 or wait until they reopen at 2pm.






Okay, so I'm thinking we're getting a reprieve, when the humans take off with some of the woofies. But NOOO!! They returned and resumed their seek & destroy mission after lunch and proceeded to capture us all and transport us to Those Evil Villians (a coincidence the initals are v.e.t. backwards, I, think not).




As usual, I screamed the whole way there, "NO!" "NO!"



Every time I would scream "NO!". My bruddy, Punkin, would say back to me, "Yes". He likes to go places, that sicko.




So we all got stabbed; more than once; and us guys got weighed (I was 19.5 and Punkin was 12.5 and the girls somehow got out of this indignity ). My human loudly announced my weight to everyone there. Good thing I embrace my heft and girth, or I'd been upset about that. After being poked and prodded, we were shuttled back home; and that ride was nearly as bad as the previous endeavor.






Now, you are probably wondering how this day can get any worse, right? Well, believe you me, it can.


Later on; while I was sleeping off the effects of the poison that had been injected into my bloodstream; the Tornado Sirens started to wail. And, since it was well past noon, it was no test. That was done the day before and it woke me up from a wonderful, tunaful dream. The humans had us all safely contained; in the underground concrete bunker/holding cell, they call a storm shelter; within 15 minutes. That is a pretty, amazing feat; considering there are 6 of us, 15 of the woofies and only 4 of them.




So, instead of a much needed nap, I spent the next 2 hours voicing my displeasure about the situation. Luckily, there were no touchdowns or damage in our area.





That sure took alot out of me and I needed time to recover; so I hid for 2 days. Now that I was once again feeling up to snuff; I thought I'd get caught up with all that I missed on the blogosphere and tell you all about our ordeal. I had seen the woman grab the camera and go topside; whilst I cowered in a corner; so I thought there may be some pics of the recent activity.

I look and this is what I find:


Woofies and more woofies.

I wish someone would please buy them; all of them, except the big ones (they have jobs); and hurry too. I want my humans back. I'm tired of sharing my people and my space with these loudmouths. There has been talk of the humans taking the woofies on a road trip. Better them than me, I always say. If we're lucky; they will go, and when they get back, there will a few less woofies than when they left.





So, I complained to my staff about the lack of pictures and time devoted to me.

This is what I got for my effort.

The woman took a photo of me as I was getting up from my nap to make this post.


I'll have none of that unflattery on my blog; so I laid back down and told her to take a proper picture of me. You deserve to see me in all of my glorious largesity.


There; that's better.


BTW: the box, I'm spilling out of, is 13" x 15"



So, there you have it. As much as I'd like for every day to be ham and cream cheese on a whole wheat bagel; it's more like a spinach and tofu casserole. I'm hungry let's have lunch.

Help Find Teddi Sue

This may seem crazy coming from a cat; but one of our woofie friends is missing. She is a chihuahua and her name is Teddi Sue. She went on a road trip with her momma from Oregon to Washinton and when they were ready to go home; her momma stopped to have breakfast and checked on her every 15 minutes. When she was finished she went out to get in her car, and it and Teddi Sue were gone. Vanished; just like that. The car was found three days later, but Teddi Sue; who was in her crate all covered up; was nowhere to be found. Here is a link to Teddi Sue's Dogster page: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/463287. Here is a link to the petition to get her story on the news: http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/949429552. I would like to see this make the national news. I was lost once, well twice myself and it is a very scary thing to be all alone and missing your family. And it is even scarier to be with strangers you don't even know. Could everycat help and spread the message? You can even link back to this post if you want to. Thank you .

Where We Are

No, we haven't disappeared. No one has died; although we did sell a few of the new babies. We have been very busy since November. HGL's "friend", Suzy Q, had puppies 6 weeks ago today. Her sister, Jezebel, had puppies 10 weeks ago tomorrow. Plus; we've still got some of the ones from Baby that were born in Nov. If anycat's wondering, there are 14 woofies living in MY house. Plus, we're dogsitting Clancy; one of the pups from Suzy/Jez's litter; while the human's mom is recovering from surgery. Here's some of the wee one's that have been born here lately. I know; aww, how adorable. Well, they ain't adorable when they're tryin' to wrestle with you.












That giant black thing ain't Lucky; it's Puck and he's tryin' to take my spot at the waterin' hole.


I have been extremely busy getting as fat as I can. I know I must be close to my heaviest ever. The human said that she can't even feel my ribs anymore. Well, rest assured, they are there. Nice and safe; all protected under a glorious layer of blubber. Lucky has even put on a few pounds to his massive frame. The human's weighed him last month and he is a whoppin' 19.5 lbs. They don't even try to weigh me. I'm too big to pick up.

HockeyPuck went to the stabby place and spent the night; and the next day he came home all groggy and stinkin' of pee and medicines. They removed his mancathood from 2 places. Somethin' 'bout a fishin' 'xpedition (one of Puck's hoohaa's was in his abdomen and the vet had to open him up to find it very deep within his belly).

Punkin has been mean grumpy to us all, more than usual. The humans won't let him go outside anymore, 'cause they caught him crossin' the street and just standing in the middle of the road ( I think he has become senile or suicidal in his old age-chron. he's 11, but he probably feels closer to 20 with the Megacolon he has). So he has taken it out on us and the paper towels. I say give them paper towels hell. I'd put the bite on them if I could get up there. He don't mess with me though; when he tries to bite me all he gets is a mouthful of fur.

The girls are their usual selves; hiding and virtually nonexistant. I guess it's hard to be a girl cat in a sea of MANCATS and DOGS ...


We'll be takin' some more time off so that the humans can take care of business, but I'll try to sneak on whenever I can and if they'll ever leave the computer on when they're not around. It was more of those same, lame excuses. We have to work on the house and the grandma human's house and push to sell those puppies. Now they're even having to take care of the grandma human too. Sheesh, I'll never get these people. Why can't they be more like us?

Lickin' With The Enemy

Finally! The long awaited release of the film noir short "Lickin' With The Enemy"

"Versary Day"

I forgot all about my gotcha day anniversary and my blogiversary. They are on the same day. I've been bloggin' for 1 year and have given my humans the pleasure of my presence for 4 years now. Alot has happened in the past year; and in the spirit of Thanksgiving; I'll share some of the highlights of the things that I'm thankful for:

The ongoing renovations of our accomodations. I will be forever employed in my postition of supervisor. (By the way, it doesn't look much different than this now-still not finished, like every other project. 3 in all)

I am very thankful for Baby havin' these and...

(They tell me that they have the squealin' wrigglers so that they can make money to keep us in the standard of livin' that we are accustomed to. Yeah, right.)

these (again). I'll be more thankful when they all go to their forever homes. (I have been reassured that all of these ones will be leaving next month. If'n your humans are so inclined to allow one of these into your home, this batch is available for Xmas delivery -just e-mail my humans for details. O.K. shameless plug done.)

But, I'm most thankful for days like this...

and this. And for having a place to do those things and having human servants whose sole mission in life is to make our lives as comfortable as possible.

Happy Turkey/Ham Day every cat and human. (I didn't get any of either. I don't like human food, too salty. I'll stick to my crunchies, thank you very much.)

Why I'm Peeved

As you can see. I'm pissed. Royally, pissed off. I love the mom more than anyone else, besides myself, but that woman has gone and lost it. First, there's been this moving of furniture and then a new little furball; who has taken over my command post in the bathroom. The bathroom is my room and now I never get to go in there and when I do, it stinks, "litter"ally. They had the nerve to put a stink box in my room; so when I do get to go in and get a drink; I just about gag from the stink of the little monster. Oh, and to top it all off, the woofie broodmare has gone and had another batch of shriekers and now I hardly ever get any attention from my servant 'cause she has to help take care of the new woofies. This sucks, royally-Princess Sooner

Tummy Tuesday Vol. 3

Sorry we're a little late, but this is a special edition of Tummy Tuesday. Here's the before photo of Baby's tummy.


And.....







Here is the after picture. All them squealin' little wrigglers were in there. 7 of them this time, born on 11/07/06 between 12 o'clock and 2 a.m. This is her third litter and the little cowprint fella under her back leg was the last to be born and brings the total of puppies borned to Chico and Baby to 16; and Baby is only 2 years old(born on 07/26/04). Who knew that chihuahua's had so many babies? I think they must be part rabbit; with all them babies poppin' out like that(15 this year alone). They also bounce and binky like bunnies do too. They have ears like a froot bat and are always bathin' themselves and each other; so they must be part cat also. Yet, the still make way too much noise, they have to be dogs. And if anycat is keepin' track; that brings the total of woofies in my house to 15 at the moment and only us 6 cats and 3 fishes. We still outnumber the humans servants 6:1

Midnite Monday

Our own little house panther HockeyPuck is back for another round of Midnite Monday. We could have used
this for Tummy Tuesday but we got something special for that. He's been growin' in leaps and bounds. He keeps me very busy with his kitten ways and he plays much more than HGL did when he was little. Never a dull moment with Puck the Prankster around. And notice his white patch on his chest. Okay, we gotta help the mom take care of the dogs now. Check back for TT it'll be a good one.

Midnight Monday HockeyPuck

Our newest member of the gang, Puck, is settlin' in nicely. He's alot of fun to play with, but Lucky and I still hafta show him how to bath correctly. He has the nappin' down pat, he even sprawls out on the furniture and the box just like the rest of us. Here, he's makin' himself at home on the end of the recliner. If I step too far out there it falls down.

Frootbat Friday

Today's honorary froot is Chico. He's the daddy of Suzy Q and loves to pass those ears on to his offspring.

It's A HockeyPuck

Will you just look at what is sittin' in my spot. Yep, it's a kitten. Right on schedule too. Every 2 years we get a new family member and HGL turned 2 in July.

He's a miniature version of HGL but with a tail. His name is HockeyPuck or just Puck and we gotted him a week ago. He's a feral. He had never been petted by humans until the mom caught him with the feathers-on-a-stick. You sure can't tell though; he headbutts me every chance he gets.

I'm so unamused that I refused to face the camera. So the mom took a picture of my rotund midsection instead. Them is HGL's feet on the left. We are the same size except in the belly department, although, HGL is quickly catchin' up. We say it's because winter is comin' and we know that the humans are not gonna keep this house warm enough. Even Punkin is puttin' on weight.

Tummy Tuesday Vol. 2

Punkin and his nekked tummy. He chews his furs off when his innerds is botherin' him. He's weird.

Los Tres Amigos

The three friends. That's us. 'Cause us guys have to stick together.


When it's hot during the day we like to hang out by the watering hole in front of the AC.

After we cool off we head to the feeding station and stuff our faces with crunchies.




Later on, when it cools off, we hang out in the window and plot our next move to escape our captivity- and explore the out of doors.

Frootbat Friday Of Sorts

One of the froots I have to live with. The ever annoying Suzy Q. Good lord, take a look at those ears.

My Trimmers

These are my claw trimmers. The mom uses them on my front claws but not on the back ones. That way I can sit on the mom and make biscuits and still defend myself if'n I ever get to go outside again.

I have to share them with the chihuahuas though.












*We're still workin' on my movie and hope to premiere it soon*

HGL's New Movie

We're trying to put videos onto our posts. So far, we've gotten them out of the camera and onto YouTube. Then when we try to load them onto our blog, we can see them in preview, but we keep gettin' an error code when we try to publish. But, us being cats and all, we will not be discouraged by a little technical problem. Here is a promo still of things to come. We hope, maybe, someday. And yes, that is a dog he is gettin' licky with. His co-star is Suzy Q the chihuahua.

Attack Of The Giant Feather

Lookit at what the dad brought in for our amusement. Its from the tail of a great-tailed grackle and is about 8 inches long.
I gave it a thorough interrogation. First, a left.
Then, a right.
Then, another left.
And another right.
Petey shot it a menacing glance with his laser eyes and it left.

Long Time Comin'

But, look at what we gotted in the mail today. Beau, you was worried for nothin'. These are the thank you gifts Petey got for annoucin' the Catolympics. They will be shared by all. But we're hidin' them from the woofies, they steal everythin'. Thank you and your welcome, but we did it just because it was a fun thing to do. Sorry our room is such a mess, the cleaning crew has yet to come in today.

Tummy Tuesday

Lucky's showin' off his most valuable asset. Notice the few stray white hairs. Would that make him a tuxie?

We Got Rain!!!

It has been really nice here lately. I've even spent a few nights outside. Can you believe it? I snuck out and no one noticed me gone. It's a good thing last night was not one of those nights. Just before dawn, the darkness flashed to light and the quiet was shattered by the rumble of thunder.

Sooner was none too thrilled, she wanted to drink the rain water. As you can see, her nose is almost completely healed and she hasn't had to take her little pink pills in quite a while.


I got brushed today and this is what the mom found on my belly. It was my piece of Fire Jolly Rancher that I was saving for later. Thanks mom. No, I didn't get to keep it.

But she did leave my collar off so that I can go naked for a while. I've worn this collar since before I came to live with these humans. The humans who had me before put it on me.

If It Weren't For Romeo

I'm gonna let the mom tell our story, 'cause it's long, and I'm still recovering from the heat, and she can tell it better.

Ok, thanks Petey.

None of us in this house; and I do mean all of us; would be where we are now if it weren't for a goofy little cat named Romeo. Romeo was the runt in a litter of three kittens, and looked just like his mama, Miss Kitty. He had long legs, a long neck and pale green eyes .The ex brought him home in a box cryin' and carryin' on the whole way. That set his personality from then on. Romeo was very wary and cautious of most people, especially men.

When he was about 10 months old he somehow managed to get his long striped tail broken and had to have it amputated, he was left with a cute little stump that he held up and puffed out at all times; while they were at it we had them neuter him also. I made my ex take him since Romeo hated him anyway. He was mad at us all for 3 days.

During his first 3 years we moved around alot and he hated it every time. I'd have to say he used up 5 or 6 lives in all of his excursions. Romeo was about 1 year old and I was moving to Memphis,TN. I had loaded up my car and stopped at my mom's to say bye. When I returned to the car Romeo was nowhere to be seen. I nearly died, he had climbed inside the dashboard of my car. Being on a time constraint; I hit the road with a cat in the dashboard. Somewhere around Lamar,CO he finally came out.

About a year later we were moving back from Memphis; and with the impeccable timing that only a cat can possess. Romeo managed to climb up a large elm and get on a three story building and wouldn't or couldn't come down. Now, I had the truck packed and rounded up the other cats. I called to Romeo and he answered with a pathetic "Mew" from way up high on the neighboring roof. So, I knocked on the door of the third floor apartment and asked if I could stand on their balcony railin' and fetch my cat. They looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Sure why not". Yes I know it was very dangerous and I admit I would have been scared if I hadn't been so focused on getting Romeo down.

Not all of his climbing expeditions went badly. I once watched him climb 25' up a cottonwood tree and stick his head in a hole above a branch and pull out a starling. He had plucked it off of its' nest, and climbed back down the tree with this dead bird in his mouth. He was a master bird killer, and never ate one of them. He only killed for sport. I just stood there and watched in awe.

Fast forward to May 1997; I was a single working mom about ready to give up on finding a decent man. Well, I met a guy at work and brought him over to my parents house and gave him the "Romeo Test". If the cat liked him, then I knew he was worth the effort. Sure enough, Romeo came right up to him and rubbed his face on my future husbands' legs. I immediately found a house to rent and had him move in with us. We were married 2 years later. My boys call him daddy. I'm very lucky to have him.

My sister-in-laws kids rescued a fuzzy orange kitten and carried him around like a baby. When they got evicted they couldn't take Punkin with them; so he ended up with us. Punkin was skinny, sickly and unneutered. But very feisty, a real fighter; who didn't have a clue how to win a cat fight. He thought that since he was bigger than Romeo he could win. He was wrong, and lost every fight he picked with Romeo. This went on for about 2 years. Punkin pickin' a fight, Romeo kickin' the crap out of him. Punkin is still a major pain in the butt.

Not wanting anymore expensive vet bills from them fighting; I went to the Denver Dumb Friends League and found him a personal punching bag. I know that sounds mean, but Luna is a few bricks short of a full load and really doesn't mind too much. And when she does, she's big enough that she can defend herself (she outweighs him by about a pound) and has extremely long and sharp claws and teeth and knows how to use them. Luna's great, she has a marshmallow belly and loves to have it rubbed.

Two years later we went out to visit my parents. A cat family had adopted them and had kittens. Born under a house and still quite feral, The Elusive Sooner, came to live with us in the summer of 2000.

Thinking our cat family was complete, the next three years went by in a blissful blur. Birthdays and holidays came and went. Then in October of 2001, Romeo went in for a teeth cleaning and the V-E-T thought something didn't look right. They ran some tests and in November; just before Thanksgiving, we found out that Romeo had cancer and only had a few months to live.

On the eve of Thanksgiving 2001 we were laying in bed and heard meowing coming from outside and when I got up to go to the bathroom I could here it coming from underneath the house. The next day we went to the in-laws and had dinner, before we left we put out some food and water, but forgot to leave the porch light on. So, fumbling around in the darkness for the keys, gave this starving waif of a cat (yeah, right, 14lbs of skin and bones) the opportunity to rush up and go in just as the door is opened, and make himself at home. The next morning we put him out and go shopping. Upon our return that afternoon, we open the door to go in and this same underprivledged cat rushes in and announces that he is going to stay. Petronious the Arbiter was looking for his Door Into Summer and I guess he found it.

Two months later, we lost our dear Romeo. The pain of coming home every evening to a house without Romeo was too much to bear. So, we packed up all that we owned and moved out here to Oklahoma. I suppose the only reason that we didn't move any sooner was that I had promised Romeo that he would never have to move again.

It's nice here and the cats have more space and their own room and all; but something was missing. The hubby, the kids and I were out one day; shopping for fishes for the fish tank and as we were getting out of the truck; one of the kids called to me and said that there were kittens here that had no tails like Romeo's. Naturally, I had to look see and picked out one who had long legs and a bobbed-tail like Romeo's. I carried him into the store and showed him the fishes and told him how lucky he was that we came along and rescued him and he just purred all happy like. Thus, Happy-Go-Lucky.

It takes two 2o pound cats to make up for the love that Romeo gave us in his little 12 pound body.

Happy Days Are Here Again

Hi ya'll. It looks like we might be havin' a break from the heat, that's kept us from bloggin' and even being in our room for the most part. We've had 13 days of 100+ temps. It has been so hot that we couldn't hardly eat. But not to worry, no cat has lost any weight; 'cause we haven't been movin' around; all we do is sit by the waterbowl and the air conditioner.
Petey lays in the bathroom and wraps hisself around the toilet. He was in hidin' for the first week, until the humans went out and hunted for some new air conditioners and they brought back two of them.
Only sooner is able to take the heat. It must be her small size and alot of white furs that help her. Her owies are all gone and she hasn't had to take anymore of the pink pills for over a month.
Even my bruddy, Punkin, has been nice and not bitin' me so much on the back of the neck. So, I've been sharin' my spot on the box with him; since all we do is sleep the days and nights away.
My other sissyfur, Luna, has her favorite spot back, in her basket right by the big comfy sofa thingy. I was so happy that it got cool that I slept with the mom all evening and all night. Every time she sat down, there I was on top of her. I missed that and look forward to the cool weather so I can snuggle some more.
Gotta go, I feel the urge to gorge and purge some more; you never know when it'll get too hot to eat again. See ya when it gets cool.

All Set And Ready To Go

We've got the torch.
Luna and I are READY.
I can hardly wait.









I have to be restrained because of my excitement.

My sissyfur, Luna, is gonna carry the torch first. Because, she is older and more mature and because the mom said so. When it's my turn to carry the torch; I hope there is someone there to take a picture of me , for my scrapbook.

The Torch Is Coming

It's getting so close I can almost taste Hopper, oh wait a minute, that was the "grass"hopper that I just ate. I love to eat hoppy things, Mmm protein.
I suppose you've all been wondering where we've been. Well, we've been sequestered here in hell (102 today); training for, what we believe, will be the 1st of many catolympics to come.
I've decided to forgo posting any photographs so as not to discourage any of our competitors. But lets just say that we've all been practicing and are all in top form.
Happy-Go-Lucky and Luna are resting up for their leg of the torch relay. I don't know how they can sleep; yeah I do, it's 102. How can you do anything but sleep.
We've been checking the weather, and the forcast for Friday is in the triple digits for much of their route. So, they have decided it would be best, and safest, for them to travel at night when it is cooler.
They will leave as soon as Hopper arrives, from Chicago with the torch, on Thursday evening and will make it to Princess Mia in Houston by Friday morning and beat the heat.

Long Time No Post

It sure has been crazy around here lately.

The puppies; it's all about the puppies; they sure are cute when they're doing this; which is somethng that they don't do nearly enough of.

On Saturday the humans went to the Altus America Air Show and they said there were lots of birds there; mostly just the kind that we don't eat, but they did fly around. These are the Thunderbirds.




The humans said that this funny looking "bird" is a MiG 17 and it was real noisy. It must scare the predators away.


Then my sissyfur, Sooner, has been feeling poorly. The mom had to take her to the V-E-T alot of times. Tuesday, she took her to the V-E-T and was gone all day. When Sooner got back we asked about the ordeal and she told me that she was locked in the small crate and that they drove in the car for what seemed like forever (She went to a veterinary dermatologist in Tulsa). But the lady was very nice to her and they gave her air to breathe that made her sleepy; and when she woke up she had owies on her nose and in her left ear; which is nothing compared to the owies she had before she went to the V-E-T; they were all oozy and crusty (they took biopsys to find out which exact auto-immune skin disease she has). Now she has to take pink pills everyday and gets to eat all the Stinky Goodness she wants.
I don't think that's very fair, last time I got sickly, I had to take icky medicines and I didn't get all the Stinky Goodness I wanted. I believe I will protest by making a big stink outside the box.

The Mom's Day

For the mom's day, I stayed at home and helped the dad take care of the puppies. It was alot of work.


The mom and the kids went to the Wichita Mts. Wildlife Refuge. They saw this Longhorn bull beside the road.














Then they went fishing and this little snake was in the cave behind them. Not to worry, it wasn't poisonous.















Luna has been practicing for the Catolympics.Here she is on the balance beam.




Happy mother's day to all the moms.

Birdies Are It

I've been tagged and birdies are it. Here's some of the birds found in our area:


House Finches-an occaisional visitor
Great-tailed Grackles-my favorite
Northern Cardinals-Luna's favorite







American Robins-it's not spring without them






Northern Mockingbirds-sing everybody's song(all night long)


Mourning Doves-Punkin's favorite
Inca Doves-the mom's favorite








Blue Jays-the dad's favorite

Rock Doves(pigeons)-Petey's favorite
Scissor-tailed Flycatcher-Oklahoma state bird





Now I must tag Fat Eric, Digby, Hara & Lulu.

Chillin' By The Pool

First of all HGL gotted an eye infection and has to have yellow goo put in his eye . Lucky always lives up to his name. He didn't even have to go to the V-E-T. The humans bought yellow eye medicine from the farm and ranch store and saved about $100. I believe they should spend the money they saved on me.





I've been extra good and all, helpin' with the puppies and hangin' out on the patio by the pool.
















We've had alot of rain lately and it tasted really good. Lookit, see that little woofie in the background. He ain't one of Baby's babies, the humans bought him last week; so he could grow up with the ones that they are keeping to breed.

Here is a better picture of him, his name is Diego and he is 2 days older than Baby's babies.
The mom took a picture of us darkies in the Crate Condominiums, they're very cozy and sometimes are booked well in advance. Usually by the gingers, but this time HGL and I had a stay, then I got up to do this post and now I'm gonna go and sit with the mom and watch some Napcar.

Favorite Cat Words

I had to ponder on this for a while. Here are some of my favorite cat vocabulations.

Cattitude-Something that all of us cats have.

Stinky Goodness-What all foods should be.

Treatsies-Wish I had some.

Niphead-I'm not one myself, but I live with four of them.

Purrbox-Get yer motor runnin'.

Bird TV Live

Check this out, you can watch baby birds getting fed. There is even a light on for night viewing. But, they go to sleep at night and there's not much to see.

Another Day At The Zoo

It's just another day at the zoo and a big cat's gotta do what a big cat's gotta do. So I had my bath.
Punkin stopped off at the water hole and showed off his impressive canines, all three of them. His bottom right one got broken in a fight and the V-E-T pulled it. Click the picture to biggify.

Hunter went to the V-E-T and had a bad reaction to the vaccination. Its either that or he got stung by a wasp immediately after getting home from the V-E-T; or maybe even both.

Lucky doesn't need to roar to show his canines. They are so long that they show all on their own.

HELL-Ok

Hi HGL here to update. We've been very busy, busy as bees. I've been practicing my tub games, no soccer ball yet, so, I'm still using my hockey puck.

Our rink has been resurfaced nicely, but the arena has yet to be completed( lazy humans and their excuses-puppies, allergies,monies, yard work,blah,blah,blah).






The weather has been very summerlike, 102 on Saturday, and in the 90s the rest of the time. We like to hang out in the window in our room. The humans have been nice and leave it open for us to lay in. It gets wonderful afternoon sun.
The mom says that is one of the reasons that they bought the house was because of the east-west exposure.Since we all get along so well we take turns sittin' there. Its too hot to fight and anyways we're not allowed to fight.The mom says it disrupts the harmony of the home.
I don't think Punkin got the memo.
I was sleepin' in the crate and Punkin pounced me. I started lickin' him and he gave up. Grumblin' somethin' 'bout "HIS" territory and "HIS" crate.
The ice cream vans have been makin' the rounds more than ever( they run all year long out here). They drive by real slow and play annoyin' musik( "Music Box Dancer") over and over. Any electronic music drives Hunter crazy(like the keyboard at the beginnin' of Baba O'Reilly), he just throws his head back and howls his lungs out.

Spring Has Sprung

Spring has finally come to my house. I thought it would never get here. These are grape hyacinths and they smell real good( at least that's what the mom says, she wouldn't let me go out front and smell them, bah).
So I went out to explore the backyard.
This is where I was going, to get me some inca doves. They are the smallest dove; snack size, I say. But I was stopped before I could climb the tree.
The holly is in bloom and smells heavenly. The monarchs think so too.

The puppies have grown so much. But I'm not gonna play with them, too many sharp little teeth.
They've gotten big enough to eat crunchies on their own.

Even I get a little snack now and again. This time it wasn't dog food, it was my favorite, a cricket.
They play themselves out and and just nap wherever they are.


On the way to the computer, I had the mom take this picture of HGL to show how greedy he can be when he eats. He was muttering, "Mine, all mine. Nope, I'm not sharin'. These cruncies are mine."

Punkin Punkin

I submit this cute photo of my bruddy, Punkin, for your viewing pleasure. Whenever a camera comes out, he poses. He's a pretty boy and he knows it.

Hi, Punkin here. Lookit what we got in the mail today. Just for buyin' cat litter.  

Thank You, I'm Done

The bathin' fit has passed. Thanks to a good brushin' by the mom. I was so glad to get that outta my system that I posed for this photo which shows off my squishy girl belly. After the photo shot I got an amazing belly rub which put me into sheer bliss. And now I no longer feel compelled to lick everything, for now.

How To Keep 'Em Guessin'

First, walk 'round and sniff the air. Second, start sniffin' the humans. Third, sniff the furniture. Fourth, give yourself a bath. Fifth, walk away. They'll start to think you're crazy. Then anything you do will be excused as just bein' a crazy cat. That way they'll never know what you're up to. And last but not least; when in doubt (like a cat ever really is) look cute.

Crybaby 101

I have my humans trained so well; that when the water fountain needs to be cleaned; all I have to do is sit beside it and cry "Mow, mow". Then one of them gets up and cleans and fills it for me. I allowed the mom to take this picture of me to show my gratitude.

So, to train your humans all you have to do is sit and whine piteously beside what you want and they will give it to you, just to shut you up. Works for me. Now go on and try it for yourselves.

My Tongue Is Possessed

This is terrible. I've been on a lickin' tear lately.
I can't stop lickin' things. It all started at the party and now I can't stop. I'm even lickin' the door jamb. Somebody stop me.

The Rain Has Come

It's finally raining, for real, I thought it would never rain again. Lookit, the birds are even happy about it. This is the first real rain we've had since October. The humans said it will rain for about a week. Yah !



All that rain made me want to give myself a bath. Yeah I know, give myself my own bath. It's almost unheard of, good thing I did though, with all those Lucky Baths that HGL was givin' at Finny and Buddy's party. He hasn't given me a bath all weekend.


















Here's an update on Baby's puppies. Look how big thay are getting. They are 2 weeks old now and keepin' her very busy. They are cute but noisy. She can feed every one of them without any help from the mom. The mom keeps a close eye on them all, since
Baby doesn't have alot of puppy experience yet. Chico likes to keep an eye on them too.