Finally, a place for us!

Well, today my cat-mom signed us up for Catster. She likes to do cat stuff especially when she is sad. And I think today some guy at work criticized her and shouldn't have, he's like that to everyone, and she just gets sad about it. Normally she would come home and squeeze me and I would pretend not to like it but be glad she was coming home for me to make her feel better. But she has to stay at work and then go to school so here I am sneaking onto the computer. I will soon check my regular sites (Fluffy Cats Home Alone) and (Paw Pals Wanted). But first I wanted to say thanks for looking at my page. I'll try to keep it really interesting. I hope you leave me lots of treats. I'll convince my cat-mom to post more pictures of me, she certainly has enough. Oh well, I don't want to give it all away so soon, I'll be back tomorrow!

I got presents today!

I'm not supposed to know it, but I do. Actually, I got a few presents. Presents rule. My cat-mom has been watching and waiting for this day today, the day after Valentine's Day, so she could go to PetsMart and buy me this pink cat bed on sale. Can't you just see me in it? Well, I'm not supposed to know I got it, because it's a present for our new house (we're moving next month). But you know how it goes, I've got connections. Anyway, they let me know she rushed on in there this morning to get the bed! So I'm excited. I'm not excited about moving, I'm a little scared. But I'll try to think about my other presents- a new feather wand toy which I get today and will chew and rip up as soon as I can!!!!!!!! I also got this light up wand thing that should be fun. Anyway, once we move, I'll model the new cat bed for you.

Ode to Tuna

Oh, my tuna, you are so fine,
I wish that every can were mine.
Your juice is yummy and so sweet,
you truly are a treat to eat.
I wish to eat you every day
but my cat-mom sure would say
that tuna comes but not so often
not even my cute face could soften
her stand on this, she is quite firm
how to get more tuna, I must learn.
It's fishiness so pleases me
little fishies are all I can see.
Yummy yummy yummy, tuna you are so grand
to you, we all do take a stand
and give you the finest of applause
before we catch you in our paws.
Tuna, tuna, you are the best
nothing compares from the ocean of the rest.
So, until the next time we meet,
I'll be looking forward to you, to eat.

The Sparkly Pom Pom Cha Cha

Sparkly Pom Pom 1, 2, 3
how you always evade me.
Under the fridge you roll and roll
and to other places I cannot stroll.
Sparkly Pom Pom, you cause alarm
when I cannot reach you with my arm.
You'd think by now I may have seen
all of the places that you have been
and learned not to knock you all that far
where I cannot reach you, sparkly star.
Yet I just can't help myself, it's fun
I'll play with you from night to sun.
You fit so well in my mouth
east to west to north to south.
Sparkly Pom Pom here we go,
I'll chase right after your bumpy flow.
And where you're stuck I'll sit and stare
until my cat-mom becomes aware
she'll wonder why I've become a drooler
and will go and fetch the ruler.
She'll lay on the floor and jab at you, puff,
until her efforts become enough
to loosen you from where you've gripped
and into my paws, again, you'll slip.

Hello Catnip, Old Friend

What's this feeling, oh my my,
is that catnip I do spy?
Let me near those herbs from heaven,
it's not rated a ten, it's over eleven!
I'll roll around in the greenie pleasure,
sniffing and tasting it measure for measure,
it may make me chase my tail
and do other funnies without fail.
The taste and scent are totally fine
for catnip, I always have the time.
Some say I look a little spooky
when on the catnip, I'm quite kooky,
it sets me free to fly and float
as if I'm sailing on the catnip boat!
My cat-mom makes sure I do not get hooked
too much catnip and I'd be cooked!
So for now I'll wait and wait
until she feeds me a little more bait
and I get to taste the greatness once more
oh, hooray, for catnip galore!

It's My Party, I'll Hairball if I Want To

My cat-mom is home with me today. Usually she rushes out in the morning and I poke my head out watching her drive away in the big gray metal thing until she drives back in the big gray metal thing. Yet today, here she is. Following me around. I PRETEND to mind, but of course I really am happy. Sure it cramps my style a little bit, but that's OK.

FYI, here are some things that happen when you are not around each day:

10- I invite the neighborhood tabbies over for a projectile hairball contest. So far, the runt over in apartment 308 has the furthest trajectory.

9- Just who do you think IS ordering all those boxes from FastTuna.com?

8- Let's hope (for your sake, certainly not for mine) that you haven't left any laces, strings, ties, or belts hanging off your clothes.

7- I burrow under the bed covers and try to shed as much as possible with moving as little as possible.

6- I can go visit my little piles of hidden toys with the security that no one is snooping.

5- I can go visit my little piles of hidden treats with the security that no one hungry is snooping.

4- I actually go sit in the bathtub. When it is DRY, thank you.

3- Those hairs on the kitchen counters? I have no idea how they got there. Have you checked your OWN head?

2- I really don't know why your computer automatically boots up to LonelyCatsLookingForAction.com, or why you've been rated Customer of the Year.

1- I miss you so so much and wonder if I'm so cute, how could you leave me?

Look At All That Food

OK, so here I am. Sitting in my usual spot. Left quadrant of the rug where I've buried some catnip flakes that the vaccuum cleaner keeps missing. Anyway, so in you come. Toting this huge plastic bag (plastic bag! yay! plastic bag!) that smells really good. You're in this happy mood too. I see you put all this stuff into the big white cold thing. Then you give me a treat (treat! yay! treat!). Then you go back to the big white cold thing and take out that smelling good stuff. Then you put it in the big metal hot thing. And I smell! Oh, the things I smell! It is so good! I see you hovering around the big metal thing poking and prodding and tasting and smiling. What about MEEEEE? Where's MINE???? Then you take some stuff out of the big metal hot thing and it SMELLS EVEN BETTER. Is that POSSIBLE? Is the big metal hot thing a smell-enhancer? I see you sit down at the table you always tell me not to walk on and you have a book. Wouldn't you rather share your plate with ME? I'm MUCH cuter and fluffier than a "book". What ever even IS a "book". Ooooh, I see you lifting that skinny metal prongy thing. It's got the good smelling stuff on it. Are you going to offer me ANY? Where Is My Food! (I mean, except for the usual food in my food bowl, treat cannisters, etc.) It smells REALLY good. It's not what you usually bring. This must be some sort of party. Is it a party for me? Then why I am I NOT INVITED TO EAT THE FOOD! I can't take it anymore! I'm having a food attack! I try to catch your eye to play on your "Look at the cute cat weakness" but it doesn't seem to work. Hmmm. Oh no! What's this? Where did it go? The plate is EMPTY! Well, fine. At least I can still sniff the air.

The Monday Blahs

Just can't help it,
I'm feeling blue,
because it's Monday again,
what can I do?
My cat-Mom left,
to go to work and school,
I just sit here
and fluff my fur and drool.
I wish it were Friday
and she'd come home,
we'd have the weekend,
and not be alone.
Laying around on the couch
is alway fun,
but it's even better
when you're not the only one.
Someone around to pet me
or give me a treat
and to make sure
that I have other good stuff to eat.
Someone to toss
my sparkle puffs in the air,
someone who's working now
but I know she does care.
So come on Monday,
hit the highway
and let it soon,
soon, be Friday!

Feather Wand, I WILL Get You

Waving around in the air,
twisting your feathers like you do not care.
I will pounce and get you yet
there is no escape for you to get.
White little feathers taste so yummy
though they prickle in my tummy.
I like to grab them with my mouth
and shake them north to east to south.
Feather wand, let's play some more
I'll chase you round and round galore.
Your string connects those feathers firm
but when oh when oh when will you learn?
I can jump to catch you so high
no matter where in the air you will fly.
Back and forth and up and down
I am the Mayor of Feather Wand Town.
You may escape me today, that's true
but come tomorrow, I'm gunning for you.
I can't wait to feel your feathery love,
my mouth fits over you like a glove.
Chasing you around could be a tiring feat,
but catching those feathers is the ultimate treat.
So, feather wand, I'll see you when
you come down from the toy cabinet and we meet again.

When Cats Dream

When cats dream, it’s of a place
where all cats have a happy face.
Maine Coons laugh and Persians run,
Manxes feel the warmth of the sun.
Siamese giggle and play with string,
Norwegian forest cats get into everything.
There’s tuna in a pond for Rexes to chase,
and Bengals and Birmans can forever race.
There’s always a head scratch waiting to be had,
and belly rubs with treats are the biggest fad.
Warm beds wait for Ragdolls and Blues,
with high viewing window perches for Scottish Folds too.
Friends all around, for Pixies and Somalis each,
a nice little nose-bump is always in reach.
Short hair, long hair, in between,
all come together when cats dream.