Fun and Games

Sophie sticks pretty close to Pretty Girl. Her favorite spot? The hoody on her jacket. When that wouldn't do - Santa's hat was just fine. They did wonderfully when we took them to Pet Smart with Daisy the woofie to have their photo taken with the man in the red suit.

You'll never guess what Santa brought for Milly and Sophie? A three-story cat tower! They're in absolute kitten over-load with that, their new jingle balls and a fish on a stick.

The kittens are growing and giving us a lot of joy these days.

Christmas Terror

Mom is reluctant to put out any Chrissy-mas stuff for fear that me and Soph will destroy items that have belonged to her for decades. WHAT? I surely don't know what gave her that idea. So, we took a few liberties with her baskets filled with artificial holly and ivy - that doesn't necessarily mean we'll be hanging from the tree top and shredding every ribbon we can find.

Although that does sound like fun. hehehehehehehehehe

The Chrissy-mas spirit hasn't come easy to Mom this year. But, she says she will start decorating tonite.

Meowy! New toys!

Soph discovered she can jump onto the dinner tray in Tea Guy's bedroom. Tea Guy being the old softy that he is when it comes to Soph, makes sure there's a tid bit or two for the little fuzz ball to eat on the tray. Mom and Pretty Girl aren't exactly thrilled since they're trying to get Sophie to eat just dry cat food. HA! Not a chance? Me, I'm a good girl and I eat just the dry Whiskas for Kittens.

Tea Guy isn't doing well. He still laughs at us when we visit him in his room. We're good medicine, Mom sez.

Purrs and head butts,
Milly

Chasing Raindrops

Sophie and I had a good Thanks For Giving holiday with Mom, Pretty Girl, Tea Guy, Tattoo Boy and Pinky. The beans ate and drank a lot of weird stuff. Little Sophie was the only one who tried any of it - she LOVED the turkey. Me? Sniffed it, walked away. My stinky goodness is all I want!

Mom was home from her day job - so we joined her in the sewing room before she found us trying to shread the quilt she worked on. Geese! Can't a kitten have any fun? Our favorite game in the sewing room is Dive Bomb Into the Fabric followed closely by Bobbin Chasing, Batting the Batting and Finding Dropped Pins. Mom has a long metal tube/magnet that chases the pins, so she joins that last game and usually wins.

Us kitties are doing our level best to comfort/support Tea Guy. Mom checks on Tea Guy around the clock and one night she found Sophie on a pillow next to him. Good girl, Sophie!

It's been raining - a lot. Love, love, love chasing the drops on the bay window. Mom says snow tomorrow. Not sure I'm gonna like that.

Mom and Pretty Girl took a lot of flashy photos over the weekend of us - look for a Wordless Wednesday tomorrow!

Purrs and heat butts,
Milly

Woofies Can Share

This is Daisy the woofie. She tolerates us kitties most of the time, but she enjoys eating our left-overs. Before Sophie came to live with us, Daisy chewed on me a lot. For some reason, she can't be bothered with either one of us now.



Daisy does share her water bowl with us. Sometimes we more sophisticated kitties play with the water. Note the blue striped bowl - it says "Woof". Guess who eats out of this dish?

See the green tube along the floor? That's Tea Guy's oxygen line. Sometimes it gets dipped into the water bowl. No big deal, we drink around it.



Silly Mom - got right in Sophie's face and took a photo. Yikes!


Enough sillyness. Time for stinky goodness!

Comfort Cats

Tea Guy is sick. He sleeps a lot and when he walks it's tough for him to breathe. Sophie and I love playing with the air tubes Tea Guy drags around the house. But we're careful not to put holes in the tubes - that would hurt Tea Guy, who incidentally is the ONLY male in the house. Yay for us girls!

Yesterday when Mom returned home, she found both me and Sophie snuggling with Tea Guy. He's sleeping on the sofa. I'm on his lap and Sophie is curled up on the back of his neck (of all places!)

Once we smelled the food in our dinner bowls, we left Tea Guy. A kitten's gotta eat, you know.

After our haute cuisine of stinky goodness and the beans dined on tettrazini, Tea Guy laid in bed. Sophie and I joined him, with our purrrrr machines turned up nice and loud. We make him smile.

And Mom sez that's a good thing.

(Note from Mom: Our kittens bring such joy to our lives. They are a true gift from God!)

Formerly Feral Friday

Featuring and authored by - Sophie Biscuit!!!!

I was lost, frightened and my cat mummy was gone. The ground was covered with wet leaves and I fell. This wasn't fun. I cried.

I heard a loud noise and bean voices. I wanted to run, but I couldn't. Making myself even smaller didn't work when the small bean spoke to me.

"Poor itty bitty kitty," Pretty Girl cooed as she lifted me from the hole and into a nice, warm blanket. No more wet leaves and cold outdoors for me. This was kitty cat heaven! Pretty Girl may not be a cat, but she's a great mom.

So, I'm formerly feral....and getting more spoilt each day......

Now, where's my stinky goodness?

Thankful Thursday

Mom sez it's two weeks til Thanks For Giving Day. Sophie and me feel thank-full every day for having such a good home with Mom, Pretty Girl and Tea Guy. Oh, and Daisy too! Sophie may not be alive if it weren't for our beans. Me? A house full of food and toys is oh so much better than the cramped cage I had at Red Bank Vet Hospital.

I'm thank-full for early evenings when Mom sits in the La-Z Boy chair to watch the box in the front room. Her lap is oh-so comfortable and gives me a breather before lunatic hour starts.

Lunatic hour? It's any time when me and Sophie run, run, run and jump through the silk flowers or chase balls and paper.

We're easily amused.

Radio Waves

Sophie and me are such smart kitties! After a long night of playing with the silk flowers and tossing the tablecloth on the floor, we KNOW Mom is getting up when the box in her room starts making noise. This morning, both us kitties were at the door waiting for Mom.

Now, here's why I KNOW I'm a more mature feline - I dashed into the room and immediately inspected the quilt on Mom's bed.

Personally, I think this is Mom's best effort to date. I couldn't find a single loose thread.

Sophie, ahem, cried like a baby and totally ignored Mom's bed. Food, food, food - it's all that little fur ball thinks about.

Sophie and me are becoming quite the fans of The Biggest Loser - Mom and Pretty Girl sat in the big room and watched it with us last night. I kept Mom's lap warm and Sophie took a bath on Pretty Girl's lap.

Another first for the Sophmeister last night - Mom clipped her front claws. Mom's decided not to declaw us. PHEW!

Sun's out! I think I'll stretch out on the kitchen floor - nice warm spot there.

Mom and Pretty Girl Return

What a rough weekend! Me and Sophie were home alone with Tea Guy. Mom and Pretty Girl went to a wedding in Memphis and stayed with a very fat weinie woofie named Roxie. Glad to have our "girl" beans home.

No offense, but Tea Guy isn't as nice to us as the girls are!

We survived our trip to the v-e-t. Sophie tested negative for feline leukemia (Phew!). She gained 1.5 pounds and I had gained 2 pounds - it's all that good food we're eating! Haha - Sophie has to go back in a month for more sharp needly stuff. Mom says I need to return in January to "get fixed". I ain't broken, so I don't know what she means by that!

No photos today- Mom's camera ran outta juice at the wedding.

But, I do have one more person to introduce: Pinky - she is Tattoo Boy's girlfriend. She came by the house last night with flowers for Mom - it was her birthday. Pinky LOVES us and wants to take us to her apartment. But she has three woofies. It AIN'T gonna happen, toots!

Purrs and head butts from me and Soph!

Question And Answer Time

YAWN! Silly Sophie woke up Mom and me at 4:30 this morning. Sophie didn't like the dry food Mom left in her bowl and wanted the primo-stuff (Whiskas). Wrong time of day to be asking for that, Sophie! You'll learn.

Mom's confused about several issues since she's never had more than one cat. Suppose you Cat Bloggers can help out:

1. Should Mom worry that I eat Sophie's food and Sophie eats anything including woofie food? Personally, I don't care what Daisy eats, but Mom has to watch the woofie - too much weight on weenie woofies is bad for their backs.

2. My (ahem) bathroom spot has been used by Sophie and I use Sophie's tray when the mood strikes me. Do we each need our own?

3. Why do cats need collars? I HATE mine and lose it whenever I can. Mom insists on it so she knows where I am - darned bell!



Here I am enjoying Tea Guy's shoes

Mom said Sophie and I are taking a trip this afternoon. That means one thing - v-e-t! Be brave, be very brave.

Little Sis

Tea Guy was struggling one morning when he heard a bird smack into our picture window in the breakfast nook. Not an unusual thing for a birdie to do in our backyard, but Tea Guy went to the window to see if the poor chirpie was OK. No chirpie, but he heard a faint "meuw", then saw a black fuzz ball emerge from under the family gas grill. Poor Tea Guy couldn't go outside, his oxygen tubes wouldn't go that far.

When Mom and Pretty Girl arrived home, they went outside to look for the fuzzy thing. Not under the grill or the patio furniture. Mom heard a small cry from the side of the house. Fuzz ball had fallen into the window well and couldn't get out. Pretty Girl grabbed a warm, soft blanket and hugged Fuzzy whilst Mom phoned the vet on her cell phone. The vet made time for them and pronounced "It's a healthy girl!" which made Mom and Pretty Girl very happy. By then, Pretty Girl was attached to Fuzzy and named her Sophie.

Sophie lives in Pretty Girl's bathroom at night until she gets a bit bigger. I'm ashamed to say this is because of me. Yes, I have my failings and one of them is that I get too rough with tiny Sophie. But, I give it to Soph, she takes her lumps and doesn't bear a grudge. We play nice at times and I am sharing my toys afterall.

Cry! My word! Sophie has a set of lungs on her! She weighed less than a pound when we found her and I think 3/4 of that weight was lung power. The one thing that calmed her down the first few days was to lay on Tea Guy's chest. The two of them would cuddle for hours.

Do you think his beard reminded her of her cat mommy? We think her mom is the feral cat who lives in our neighbor's shed and mooches off everybody's trash. Mom has tried to catch her to get her neutered - poor thing's had at least three litters of kittens. Mom and Pretty Girl looked for other kittens after Sophie was rescued, but none were found.

Sophie can out-eat me too. Mom gives her "wet" food until she's grown a bit. Hey, I get the dry stuff, what gives? When Mom isn't looking I sneak into Sophie's bowl. Daisy, the woofie, does too! Then Sophie eats Daisy's food. We are a very sharing bunch!

Rumor has it, both Sophie and I are headed for the prisoner transport units tomorrow for a trip to the v-e-t. I think I'll hide under Pretty Girl's bed.

Introductions, Please

Head butts and purrs from southwest O H Ten where two of our sports teams (Bengals and Bearcats) are named after fuzzy, feline-like creatures and play a lot worse than the real animals would.

(MOM! No editorializing, you promised. OK, Milly!)

My name is Milly and I'm named after the famous, fantastic, furry friend in New Hampster - Millie. Like my namesake, I'm a tuxie. I was born on the fourth of July, so naturally I'm a very patriotic kitten and encourage my beans to vote tomorrow.

I digress....Mom and Pretty Girl found me at my temporary home - the Red Bank Vet Hospital in mid September. The minute Mom picked me up, I began to purr. "She's the one!" she told Pretty Girl. Pretty Girl held me whilst Mom completely the adoption forms with the doctor.

I cried and cried the entire way home despite Pretty Girl's efforts to speak soft words. That BOX I was in was horrible - I wanted out! But, that didn't last long. We arrived at a big house where Mom opened up the torture box and let me saunter out on my own. A lot of strange smells around - was there another cat somewhere?

Mom had "wet eyes" and said something about how nice it was to have another cat. She told Pretty Girl how much she missed Smudge, but I'd be a lot of fun. At that point, I knew I was the sole cat. BUT WAIT! OMG, what is that? It's a D-A-W-G. I'd heard about them woofies. This one has a long, skinny snout - she sniffed me all over. EW! Dawg boogers!!!

"Be nice, Daisy," admonished Pretty Girl. And Daisy was nice. She's a weenie dog who likes to eat MY food and enjoys my litter box - big EW! I tend to ignore her faults since she is a lot of fun. "Racetrack Through the House" is our favorite game.

Other than Mom, there are other beans in my world:

-Tea Guy: Mom's husband. Tea Guy is very sick and has a long green tube that pumps air into his lungs. He has a lot of bean visitors throughout the week from a land called Hospice. They take care of him when Mom is playing on the computer far far away. Mom gets "wet eyes" when she talks about Tea Guy sometimes. When he's having a good day, Tea Guy films me - I'm a star on You Tube!

-Tattoo Boy - Mom's baby boy. He lives in Bearcat-land and visits us when he's hungry, needs money or helps Mom with stuff around the house. TB loves me. His girlfriend loves me too and wants to sneak me into their apartment. But there are three dawgs in their house - no way, shape or form am I going home with them.

-Grammy and Grandpa - They live far from here and are Mom's parental units. Well, Grandpa is a step-daddy, but he's a good guy.

-and last, but not least - Pretty Girl - Mom's daughter. I sleep with her when I'm not chasing jingling balls around the house at night. Pretty Girl was the one who found my sister and I'll tell you more about her tomorrow.

Tea Guy said I landed on my feet when I found my forever home. I agree.