My Evil Secrets...

I was tagged by Ernest and Fritz to tell some secrets about moi.

Gosh... I thought my life was an open book so this might be hard but I'll dig down deep and tell you a few things that you might not know about me.

1. When I was a very tiny baby kitten I had worms and I pooped a worm. The woman took care of me though so no worries.

2. Last summer a baby ginger kitty came into our garden and he was playing with the woman and when I saw this I came outside immediately and then I slapped that kitten all OVER the back garden until the woman rescued him and I got scolded. But I don't care and I'd do it again if a kitten ever came into my back garden.

3. I went into heat and I drove the neighbor's cat MAD with desire. But I didn't care about that either. I got fixed shortly thereafter and so I'm not bothered by such things.

4. I sneak Pumpy's junk food because I like to. I'm supposed to eat my prescription stinky goodness but sometimes if the woman's not looking I sneak into the kitchen and eat off of Pumpy's plate. And if she sees me she says "PEARL" But I don't care. I'll do it every single time if she doesn't keep an eye on me.

That is all.

I tag Willow and Pumpkin.

Memorial Day - America 2007

My distant cousin?

Do you think I look a little like a lemur?

This morning there was the most terrible racket in the house and I hid under the bed. Then it all went quiet and when I came downstairs all of the carpet had been taken away.

Pumpy and I would like our stinky goodness now.

That is all.

A funny thing...

Ha ha ha ha ha. Pumpy and I just love this little cartoon. The man here doesn't think it's all that funny, though. Hmmmmm.

Male Pattern Baldness - Mancat Monday

Does anybody have an idea as to why Pumpy has a bald spot on his head? It appeared a few days ago.

Here's a nice profile of Pumpy for Mancat Monday. He was sitting by his food dish hoping that the woman would forget that she already fed him his breakfast.

Me Bad

It's utter chaos in this house now. I can hardly cope. There was a strange man here fixing the walls and I stayed upstairs in the bedroom all day on Thursday and Friday. The woman put a litter box upstairs for me but I peed under their bed anyway. I also peed a little on the man's shoe too and now every time he leaves the house he says, "I can still smell cat pee..." but I don't think he knows why.

Sleeping in the window

This looks as though I'm meditating in the sunshine but really I'm keeping my nose warm.

There's so much disruption in the house. Those two moved all the furniture out of the lounge last night and so I know something is going to happen and I'm wary.

Waiting in the Window

This window looks out onto the driveway of our house. From it I watch people come and go, birds, trees blowing in the wind, and the woman in her car. This last item is the most important, of course, because this determines when we get our stinky goodness.

Pumpy and I sit in this window every afternoon and wait...wait...wait. We are very relaxed but if time passes and the woman is late coming home from work (and by late I mean 10 minutes) we become very concerned. We sit upright and our noses touch the window glass and our eyes get very big. Each movement on the outside is met with great anxiety. We are so afraid that she won't come home and we won't get our stinky goodness. But that has never happened. She always comes home to us and we always get our S.G.

A Chill in the Air

Have I mentioned that our warm, spring weather has left us? I find myself burrowing under covers. Notice the hot water bottle. We like to take that to bed with us -- me and the woman, that is. The man of the house doesn't seem to get cold.

Yesterday he stroked me without asking my permission and I had to leave the room. He should know by now that this is unacceptable and he must present his hand first so that I can smell it. THEN if I choose to stay he may stroke me.

I was tagged! I am to post seven random facts about myself and then tag seven others to do the same. Sounds like fun.


1. I can be very vocal.

2. When I get really scared I pee no matter where I am.

3. When I treadle on my human's lap I sometimes scratch my back paws on her as well and I've ruined two perfectly good sweaters doing this.

4. I have had three surgeries.

5. Of late I've taken to getting into the garbage and I don't know why it's taken me so long to partake in this wonderful activity. Pumpy and I have a whale of a time after those two go to bed or when they're at work.

6. I am very shy and timid yet very willful and strong in character. That's just the paradox of me.

7. Sometimes I know what the woman is thinking!

Now I'm going to tag the following:

Ernest
Mr. Hendrix
Poly
GRR
Patches
Faz
Cricket

Pumpy wants another hug...

This kind of thing happens every day. I always sit on the woman's lap to help her with the internet and things of that nature, and Pumpy decides that he needs a hug. And there's no stopping him.

Pumpy and I always let the woman know exactly what we want and we always get it. There is no shame or guilt involved. Humans could take a lesson from this.

In light of yet another scandal brewing in Washington... one that involves "gals" giving massages to important men in high places... here's a little cat trivia that you might not know about:

"Prostitutes have been called cats since the fifteenth century, for the simple reason that the urban female cat attracts many toms when she is on heat and mates with them one after the other. As early as 1401, men were warned of the risks of chasing the 'cattis tailis', or the cat's tail." (From Desmond Morris, Catwatching).

Hence, the term "Cathouse".

Here's a picture of my cathouse:



But there's no way that I would allow any tom to come to my cathouse. I will SMACK them hard with my paws.

Excuse me...

...but aren't you forgetting something?

As you all know by now, I just love the milk off of his honey nut flakes. If he's too slow about fixing his breakfast then I have to rush into the room and remind him. And I remind him until he sits on the sofa and starts eating. Then I stare at him until he finishes his cereal and then he always gives me his milk. One time he was mad at me for waking him up very early and so he didn't give me his milk. Can you believe that?