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Hug Time

October 16th 2014 2:15 pm
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I, Splat Cat, am a hugger. One thing I really cherish is hug time. I like to wrap my forelegs around Mom's neck and put my head under her chin and give her big kitty hugs. Woe to a ny other kitty who tries to disturb me during my hug time!

Today after Mom finished taking Destiny out (poor dog has to go outside to relieve herself...I pity her for not being smart enough to use a litter pan MOL) and sat down to rest, I was sitting by Mom's spot on the bed just waiting for my hug time. As soon as Mom sat down, I climbed up on her chest, wrapped my forepaws around her neck, and headbutted her to get her to stroke me.

For some reason, a few of the other cats just don't get it yet that when I want my hug time, I expect them to keep a respectful distance and not interfere with me. As soon as I settled down into my hug, here came Righty up beside me. To her credit, all I had to do was give her a stern dirty look and she took the hint and backed off. Uno was smarter, she wisely chose to lay down on Mom's lap behind me and not try to actually get in my way. However, Prince, an over-confident newcomer who either doesn't know my hug rules or blithely chooses to disregard them, came right up beside me thinking he was going to shove me out of his way! Like a kung fu master, I instantly shot my forepaw out and slapped him up the side of the head. Before anyone thinks I was being mean, let me add that I didn't use claws when I slapped him. I personally think I must have been too nice because he didn't get the hint. He decided to try to bulldoze me out of his way again. This time I hissed and spit air into his face and followed that up with another swat, right to the middle of his forehead. With this swat, I tapped his forehead with just one claw, my first claw-comparable to what you would call your index finger. This time he finally got the hint and backed down. I then glared at the other cats who were nearby, just to remind them not to try anything. Then I settled down again into my hug, snuggled my head back under Mom's chin, and started purring as she stroked the top of my head. Yes, I really cherish my hug time!


Does Your Cat Like to Watch TV?

March 13th 2014 2:40 pm
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Does your cat like to watch TV? If so, what are his/her favorite things to watch?

Although I have several cats who enjoy watching TV and the computer screen, Splat Cat absolutely loves to watch TV. Her favorite things to watch are cartoons and ironically, the cartoons she seems to like watching most are Tom and Jerry cartoons! Buttons also likes to watch cartoons best but he isn't as avid a TV watcher as Splat Cat is.

Splat Cat's favorite thing to watch on the computer screen is to watch Russ or me play World of Warcraft. Perhaps it's this game's resemblance to cartoons that Splats likes.

Dova on the other hand, isn't interested in TV. He loves watching the computer screen. His two favorite things are to watch the cursor and sometimes try to chase it and the oddest thing of all: Dova is absolutely fascinated when he sees his own image on his Catster profile. The picture that is #1 on Dova's profile was taken when Dova was at my laptop, staring hard with fascination at the picture of his own self on the screen. If Dova is around and I pull up his profile and he sees it, he will come over to the laptop to stare at the screen. He doesn't do this for any other profile or for that matter, any other webpage except his own Catster profile. As for why Dova does this, well being a cat, he smugly keeps this secret all to himself!


Two Of A Kind

July 21st 2013 12:04 pm
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Splat Cat and Carina have very similar personalities in many ways. Both tend to be dominant and stand-offish with the other cats. As a rule neither want the other cats to get too close to them. When another cat tries to come too close, both will voice a warning and swat at the other cat. Just as the other cats used to do with Hallie, they tend to get out of the way when Splats or Carina comes through.

Both Carina and Splat Cat like to come up on my chest, wrap their paws around my neck, nuzzle their heads under my chin, and hug me. The main difference between the two when hugging me is that Carina will also knead her paws "make bread" on my neck. When Carina kneads her paws in the right places on my neck, it feels like a nice little massage. If another cat comes close while one of them is hugging me, she will either give the cat a warning growly meow and if necessary, a swat; or else if she's had enough hugging to be fairly well satisfied she will leave in disgust.

In these ways, Splat Cat and Carina seem to be two of a kind.

One major exception to the above is the friendship between Splats and Lacey. When Lacey first came as a kitten, Splats formed a friendship with her and these two often play together. Another exception is Splat Cat's self-appointed role as "nanny" and disciplinarian to Uno when Uno oversteps her bounds.

Occasionally, if Carina's attention is really absorbed by hugging me and kneading my neck, she will allow another cat to lay near her or even touch her side at the rear. However, it's more clear now that Carina's interaction with Destiny the dog, that is described in Carina's and Destiny's diaries, is definitely a game.


A Huge Thank You

May 13th 2013 1:01 pm
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I want to say a huge thank you to the Kewlest Catster Kitties Group for giving me the wonderful honor of being their Cat of the Week this week.

I also want to give a special thank you to Simba
and his family for the KCK Group COTW picture they made for me.

From all of my kitty family, we say a great big thank you to all of you selfless generous kitties who devote so much time & effort & hard work to make pictures, give us rosettes, special gifts, etc and send congratulatory Pawmails to all us kitties who win awards, honors, etc and make it all even more special for us. All of you deserve to be given recognition for all these things you do for everybody everyday.

And last but not least, thank you to Catster for making all of this possible!


A Morsel of Entertainment

May 10th 2013 4:16 am
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Somewhere, I've heard a human say that the best things in life are free. After last night, I have to say there's definitely some truth in that statement.

Last night most of us were in the bedroom enjoying all the scents of the rainy air that wafted in through the windows, watching TV, watching Mom work on her laptop, or catnapping when suddenly Velcro took a flying leap at the tv. Being a klutz, all he achieved was hitting the wastebasket, knocking it over, and strewing some of its contents across the floor. Then as quickly as he erupted into that flurry of activity, he settled down again.

For awhile, all remained quiet when suddenly Skittles got up from her spot by the window and made a flying leap onto Mom's desk, hopped up onto the printer, and took a flying leap at the closet door! Her landing was considerably better than Velcro's. She didn't knock anything down. After her weird outburst, everything again returned to normal with one exception.

On the headboard of the bed, Righty sat intensely alert, moving her slowly as if she was watching an unseen Something moving through the air. Uno sped across the room, took a flying leap onto the dresser, and repeated Velcro's leap at the TV. Being the most coordinated of our kitty family, instead of repeating Velcro's landing style, Uno landed perfectly poised to execute her next maneuver.

Uno's next maneuver was to spin 180 degrees, cover the distance across the room at lightning speed, and make a soaring leap at the lamp just above the headboard. Immediately, Righty jumped down onto the floor beside where I sat. She proceeded to manipulate the mysterious source of all the activity which soon revealed itself.

Pinned down by Righty's paw was a small moth that Uno had knocked out of the air. The moth had fallen to the floor, now Righty had it and was just preparing to devour the miniscule morsel of entertainment when.....

From my vantage point under the bed just out of sight where Righty crouched with the moth, I flashed my paw outward and across in front of Righty, snagging the moth with my #1 claw. CHOMP! The moth was mine and it tasted good too! And we sure had fun chasing it!


Cmon Join in the Fun Playing Spring Tag!

April 3rd 2013 1:56 am
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I got tagged to join in the Spring Tag fun by my friend Bugsy aka the Bugster.

Five Things I Like About Spring:

1.) Seeing everything come alive again.
2.) Outdoor air with all its wonderful intriguing scents wafting through the house
3.) Listening to all the prey scurrying around in the field behind the house & wishing I could be an outdoor cat again just long enough to catch something!
4.) Basking in sunbeams that come straight through the screen no longer blocked by glass
5.) Enjoying seeing, hearing, scenting all that's going on in the wildlife world outside the windows at night.

I'm tagging:
1. Blue 71031
2. Emma 146999
3. Bear 1065252
4. Jerri 1059578
5. Monster 1074003


Self-Appointed Nanny To the Queen

March 15th 2013 7:56 am
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Since it's obvious that Uno's the new Queen here after Hallie crossed the Rainbow Bridge, I decided SOMEBODY had to make her learn to BEHAVE as a proper Queen should behave. Since Uno is feline royalty here and still pretty much a child (a teenage child, the brattiest time of life!) I decided that like all royal children, Uno needs a good nanny. I had no idea where to look to try to find a nanny for Uno and since our human mom had no objections, I decided the only thing to do was to appoint myself Uno's nanny.

Here's a few of the basic rules a good Queen needs to follow if she wants her subjects to be loyal and obedient to her.
A Queen does not race through the house like a galloping thundering horse.
A Queen does not steal food, stealing is for thieves not Queens!
A Queen politely asks someone to get out of her way, she does not just shove them.
A Queen should never try to smack her subjects around.
A Queen should discreetly cover what she leaves behind her in the litter pan, not just "dump & run."
A Queen should be clean and well groomed at all times. Grunge on the chin and around the mouth from licking out cat food cans isn't becoming to a Queen's appearance.

Although I don't yet know how to make Uno behave like a proper Queen with everyone else, at least with me she's learning a little bit of respect. If Uno learns to conduct herself like a lady and behave as a proper Queen should behave, you'll have ME, Splat Cat, Uno's nanny, to thank for it!

And btw Lucy Liu, ladies should never audibly fart!


Identified Flying Object

March 3rd 2013 3:45 am
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As usual I sit here checking my community page to see what's going on with my kitties feline friends, checking the diaries page, reading the DDPs and other interesting looking diaries there, sending a couple of friend requests, etc.

As usual Splat Cat sits plastered to my chest with her paws wrapped around my neck, her body partly obscuring my vision when suddenly, BONK! Something hard hit the left side of my forehead and landed on the floor. At the same moment my trackball ceased to work and Splat Cat jumped to a spot she chose to carefully make sure she was just out of my reach. In this case, the flying object was easily identified. It was the ball from my trackball!

Somehow, Splat Cat had managed to take the ball out of my trackball, flip the ball into the air, and hit me square on the left side of my forehead. I don't think she actually intended to hit me in the forehead with it though. Still, a trackball ball is heavy and it's as hard as a rock and if you get hit by one, it hurts! Splats clearly knew she had done something wrong because she wouldn't have jumped out of my reach otherwise.

When cats do something they know they shouldn't be doing, they usually reveal after the fact that they are well aware they misbehaved. (I'm talking here about misbehaviors that the CATS themselves clearly recognize and know are misbehaviors.)
On one hand, cats are great at sneaking. For instance, the same cats that can thunder through the house like a herd of horses when racing, can also jump, climb, and walk absolutely silently around on the kitchen countertops, inside cabinets, on top of the dragon's terrarium, and other such forbidden places. However, they haven't yet figured out that when they hear you coming and jump down, bang cabinet doors, and make other thumping and galloping sounds, the noises of their flight from the scenes of their "crimes" is a dead giveaway of what they were REALLY up to.

I'm not quite sure HOW Splat Cat managed to flip the ball out of my trackball, throw it upward, and hit me in the head with it. It happened so fast that the only movement I saw her make was a quick turn of her head. By the time I retrieved the ball and put it back into my trackball, Splat Cat had already made sure she was out of the room (perhaps hoping "out of sight-out of mind.")


Our Cats Our Masters Good for Our Health

February 27th 2013 12:34 am
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Does anybody know how multiply difficult it can get to type on a laptop and see what you're doing when you have a cat plastered to your chest with its forepaws wrapped solidly around your neck, and its head is in front of your face obscuring your vision, and when you try to shift position or move the cat a few inches to the side, the cat gives a little meow of protest, stubbornly moves herself back to her preferred spot you just tried to displace her from, tightens her forepaws around your neck, gently butts her head against your neck, nuzzles your face, and purrs even more loudly?

While cats indisputably know how to get what they want and need from their humans, these are only feline elementary school level skills that even the tiniest kitten is able to accomplish, too ordinary to satisfy the vast majority of cats. So cats have elevated and honed their skills and abilities to manipulate humans to such a high level, that cats alone of all species, are masters at the art of manipulating their humans.

Despite my annoyance with having to move my head to the side to see my screen, despite my annoyance with having to correct the occasional typo that naturally results from movements caused by headbutts against my chin at the wrong times or the wriggling of the feline wedged between my arm and my body, despite my annoyance with having my face TICKLED with whiskers (another subtle exploit cats use to get their humans attention), Splat Cat still remains right where she wants to be. In spite of my annoyances, I find myself enjoying her being there. The predictable result is that Splat Cat gets her own way and has me liking it. This is the highest form of the art of manipulating their humans that cats are born masters of.

Our cats have even taken the art of manipulating us, their humans, beyond the level of just making us willing to do what our cats want and need us to do. With their arsenal of abilities and skills that almost every cat is blessed with at birth, our cats have succeeded to make their humans WANT and ENJOY doing what our cats want and/or need us to do! Our cats keep us lovingly enslaved as we happily meet our cats wants and needs.

In turn our cats give us so much that its almost impossible to tell whether its the cats or the humans who benefit most from this relationship between our two species. Our cats help to lower our stress levels. A cat's purr actually produces vibrations at frequencies that help with pain relief, bone and muscle growth, and wound healing. Owning a cat can dramatically reduce a person's chance of dying from heart disease and are 30 percent less likely to suffer a heart attack.

Our cats even add 7 or more years to the lives of us their human owners/surrogate "parents"/wiling slaves!

Now that Splat Cat has made her point about how good our feline masters are to us humans, she wriggles to snuggle herself even more firmly into the crook of my arm with her chest across my chest, purring loudly, with her paws wrapped tightly around my neck in one of her characteristic long hugs, with a trace of what looks like a smug self-satisfied smile on her face!


A Special Splat Cat Kitty Hug to Everyone Who Gave Her a- Valentine!

February 15th 2013 6:46 pm
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Splat Cat says thank you to everyone who gave her Valentines and adds that she would like to give each of you one of her uniquely special kitty hugs. Splat Cat's hugs have only one drawback...once she gets started hugging you, it's very hard to get her to stop. Most of the time, I love her hugging trait.

However Splat Cat's hugs can become a bit overbearing when I'm trying to type on my laptop. At these times, Splats often likes to come up on my lap and wrap her forepaws around my neck and start hugging me and headbutting me and nuzzling against my neck, managing to obscure my vision in the process (feigned innocence again perhaps?). She gives firm hugs too and if I try to pry her forepaws loose to stop the hug or move her so she's not getting in the way of me seeing the screen, she will tighten up her forepaws and hug me even harder.

Splat Cat also says to tell everyone that she's still making sure Uno continues to give her at least a little respect. Yesterday I was eating pizza and sharing small pieces of pepperoni, sausage, and cheese with Righty, Uno, Splats, and Buttons (he doesn't have a Catster profile yet). Uno was as usual eating her piece lightning quick and stealing the other cat's pieces right out from under them before they could react, all except for Splats. When Uno went to steal Splats' piece, without uttering a sound Splats casually stuck out a forepaw in a move reminiscent of a martial arts defense, knocked Uno off the chair, picked up her piece of sausage, and took off with it to a high shelf where she could eat it in peace. That particular shelf only has space enough for one cat at a time to fit on it. Splats executed all these maneuvers with the same nonchalant attitude as she did the time before when she so casually knocked Uno off the bed when Uno pushed her too far that time.

Watch out Splats! You know what they say about paybacks and knowing Uno, she's probably plotting some sort of payback for you!

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