Vacation

After getting demoted I decided I was taking myself on a catcation. I slept all day under my perch even though Papa was home all day. I didn't talk to him and when mama got home, I ignored her. Just slept under my perch which is super relaxing.

I didn't even tell the hoomans but I was on vacation from them since they don't like my hunting skills.

Tonight a scary daddy long legs spider was in the house. I was stalking it nice and slow like, but it looked a little big. So I just shook my head and walked away. Mama said she was disappointed in my hunting skills... again - I think it's time for another vacation.

Sparky!

Demoted...

It's been so hot here, even with my hoity toity air conditioner thing! I like to sit in front of the fan and lick myself clean.

I have to say I have the pawrents wrapped around my little paw. Last week we had bugs in the bedroom and I saw it. I tried running around with it, but then the bug went toward the light. Meowmy said it was a man-eating moth. I think that's a little dramatic but it was funny watching her try to get it out of the light so I could hunt it.

She tried once, twice, three times and finally got the moth out. She said, "Sparky, why don't you get that moth like a real cat and hunt it down?" I said, "cause you're doing all the hard work so why should I?" MOL.

Well finally papa got a hand on it and cupped the moth. I batted it, sniffed it and finally got it in my mouth and chewed it. Hmmmmmm nice and crunchy it was, very yummy.

Mama said, "Sparky, you spend all day hunting squirrels out the window and I had to hunt a moth down for you? You're demoted from your head hunter position here in the house."

I just licked my chops and rolled over and fell asleep nice and full.

Sparky!

A storm!

So I was planning out my day as usual and this big, huge storm came in! The pawrents were nowhere to be found (as usual) and I was at home all by my lonesome. It was so scary! The wind was blowing, thunder and lightning kept crashing and crashing.

Papa came home and was on the catputer. He didn't really pay me much mind till he saw me scratching the ground by the tv. And then he smelled it. He figured out that I marked on the big ole' tv in the living room! He was mad but he didn't yell at me.

Mama came home a few hours later and boy was Papa mad. He said it was cause I peed on the tv and mama said, "Well the storm probably scared him to death. That's probably why!" She even threatened to bring me to the vet to check me out, but at least they came around to why I did it.

All night I was on super-edge. Every little noise made me jump and so the pawrents agreed that it was the storm that did it. They even said I might have had flashbacks to the tornado but I was too scared to even care.

Today I'm back to my old self and peeing my box like a good kitty cat!

Sparky!

Pawful cat!

It's a little known fact that the only kitties I like are the ones here on Catster! When they're near me, I pounce on them and carry on. (That's why Caster's purrfect for me, I can socialize cause I'm a social dude but I don't have to beat anyfurs up.)

Anyway, last week the back slider was open with the screen in front of me. This black cat who thought he was all that kept tormenting me. He walked this way and that and I tracked him. But then he crossed the line... he came up to the screen. That's when I attacked the screen and didn't stop.

Mama closed the glass door and I thought she was the cat. So I beat her up... hard. I sliced and diced her legs and then went back for more. I heard her say "I'm scared to move, help me!" but I was still scared so I kept going. Papa passed her the crutches and she shooed me away until I could calm down, but there was blood I have to say.

I thought mama was the cat so that's why I didn't stop. Maybe I should have apologized though. Mama eventually calmed down too said "Sparky, I know you have limits but that was NOT nice." MOL, sorry Mama!

a bad Sparky

Pawfully scary!

It all started one afternoon while the pawrents were at the docdocs. I was home alone and the thunder started in. It was so loud and scary that I walked around the house, went in the guest room to wait for the pawrents and puked on the floor.

Then it got worse and trees came down and things were swirling all around. The pawrents never came home that night and even the next day. Mama finally got home and fed me right away cause I had been more than a whole day without food!

She let me eat and then she held me and I wanted lovin' cause, I'm a needy guy anyway she says. I followed the pawrents around for the next 3 days but then they went back to work. Which was nice cause I got into my usual routine again.

Mama said there was a tornado in our town and that's why she couldn't get back to me. She wanted to walk through the woods to get me but papa is still walking with those stick things so she couldn't leave him either.

We didn't have power for 3 days so the pawrents made stuff on their camping grill things outside. Which was annoying to me cause I couldn't go outside with them.

But now things are back to normal and mama even turned the catputer on for me to paw!

Sparky!

Thunderbutt

Yes, that's my new name... apparently. I heard the pawrents talking about how I weigh less and I run around again more. I do like to sprint down the stairs so I can hunt the squirrels, birds and chipmunks. The chippies are the ones I love to hunt most. They just sit there and practically ask to be hunted. Of course I'm hunting through a glass door but mama says it's less messy that way.

The pawrents left this weekend so I got plenty of sleep to thunder around the house now.

Sparky!

Devastated

My best furr pal Indy went to the Rainbow Bridge this week very unexpectedly. His poor momcat must be furry sad and upset as this came on suddenly.

My momcat started crying when she heard the news and I bowed my head in sad salute to my best furriend. Indy was a special mancat and I won't ever forget him.

Please help purray for his fursib Kitty Pryde and Indy's momcat. They need our purrs to help them through this awful time.

We love you Indy and family!

Love,

a very sad Sparky and family

Taking Care of Papa... evfurry day!

I've been so busy taking care of my papa that I haven't been able to paw lately. He got his surgery thing last Friday the 13th... wooo scary!!

Since then I've been in papa's lap but not on his bad leg. Now he's feeling better a little bit so I can go hunt and not feel guilty about it.

But with all this extra sleeping and laying around I'm putting on a little weight. Mama came home the other day and called me fat! Can you believe that?!? My own mama! Well, I'm not happy about that so I haven't given her lovin' since. Cause that's just not cool to call a fur fat... Even if I do have real bonified udders now.

Sparky!

Helping papa

Mama brought papa home and he's hurt! I gave her the stink eye cause last I saw papa he was fine. And now mama did something to him and his leg is all wrapped up, he walks with this big sticks and all he can do is use the litterbox!

The living room is all mixed up and crazy with the couch that turned into a bed. Has that always been a possibility? Why don't we use that all the time? It's great cause I can lounge next to papa and there's so much more room on the nice, comfy bed, couch thing!

Mama told me that papa's leg is hurt and I can't jump on it. Sometimes I zip around really fast and I jumped on Papa once too by accident. Mama said I can't do that so now I sleep by his feet and take care of him. But I'm happy cause I got plenty of nappies in.

Sparky!

Food? Who needs food?

Papa finally went to the vet today and picked up my food. I'm usually scared of big things people carry but not when it's a HUGE bag of my yummy, good food!

Speaking of which, a furriend went to the vet today and as if that's not bad enough, the vet called this furr fat! How rude is that? Well, I'm not as skinny as I used to be either but that's kinda rude right? All I have to say is show the vet they're full of it by pooping in their office on the next visit, MOL.

A guy came to our house with papa today. He was fixing Papa up with this weird machine on the couch. Papa said he's having his leg fixed tomorrow so I've been laying on him. I don't know what that means but I lay on him anyway. Momcat says I'll have to take care of Papa and that sounds like a lot of work, but I'll do anything fur a warm lap.

Sparky!