Chicken and Fame!

Best. Day. Efur. First my hoomin cooks CHICKEN at 6am fur supper tonight, so the house is filled with smells of chicken-ey goodness. Then I log on to read the daily mews, and *I* am it!! hee hee! I don't think we should stop here. More good things should happen today. I want CATNIP! I want jingle balls! I want to knock the trash over and find tastey treats! I want to steal food off plates and run away laughing with my mouth full of stolen goods!

Well, I hope you all have as good a day as I plan to have! Thanks fur the fun rosettes and pawmails and crossed paws fur my test results, which I am supposed to get today (I have a feeling that will be good news too!).

xoxoxoxo, Sassafras Begonia

My Check-up

Dear Diary,

Today Mommy tricked me with treats and put me in the Lock Box and took me to the vet. It was time fur my three month check up. I had to get a yucky blood test, but I was very good. When Dr. M was trying to listen to my heart I kept Brrrrrr-ing at him. I have a yeast infection in my ears again so they gave me cold drops I have to do efurryday. It was the first time I didn't poop my pants on the way there in a long time!!! Wooooyeahhhhhh! Now we are just waiting fur my results. Keep your paws crossed fur me!!!


xoxoxo, Frass

p.s. I stole a Pringle off Grandmaw's plate the other day!!!

My Fifteenth

Yay! I survived another year! I think this was the best so far. My Birthday was on Friday and I got lots of lovin' from my family and catster furrends.

First thing in the morning on Friday, I got a special Lamb and Pea breakfast from Grandmaw. Then I got a Birthday song, and a card from Polka Dot. This is the poem she wrote me:

Happy Birthday my Frassola,
all the poems I wrote you were crapola,
so a COUPON I present,
for a ball of FREE dryer lint!!

She knows how much I love dryer lint!! She had to do the coupon because our dryer is broken right now and we won't have new lint until Grandmaw buys a new one.

Later on I logged on here and found that not only did my wonderful boycat, Sigmond, and his family gave me Catster Plus, but Polka Dot's guy Diego and his clan gave me a bunch of Zealies! Woo woo!! I was overwhelmed with how generous everyone was. I got so many pawmails and Birthday wishes and rosettes from my furtastic pals and cats I don't even know yet, I couldn't keep up!! I had the Warm Fuzzies all day long.

Next I had a Nip Party in the living room with Dottie. I got a jiggley Sanrio Panda Head thing, a pink mouse, another pink roller mouse, and an orange chewy toy.

But the best thing of the whole day was all the catster fun!! heeheehee!! I want to meow Thanks! to everycat here. It was a lovely day and I couldn't have asked for anything more, except for maybe a huge kitty condo, but still, good day!!!

Not only was it my 15th Birthday, but it was also the 14th annifursarry of the very furst time I met my Mama. Every year she tells me my story of how she fell in love with me at furst sight and how she was frantically writing notes "Please don't give Sassy away--WE WANT HER!!!" and sticking them on the door of the shelter, because by the time she convinced Grandmaw to let her get me they were closed for the weekend. Mommy says that I have been the bestest friend a girl could ask for. I do my best. hee hee!!

xoxoxoxo, Sassafras

I'm it!!!

I got tageed today by about seven different catfurrends. So here it is, my seven random facts about my favfurite subject-- ME!!!!

1. I love meatballs, and Mamma says I need to hire a lawyer for giving away her secret recipe. I am thinking about Milagrito's Mom.

2. I wash my sisfur Polka Dot every time she eats, and sometimes I have to bite her neck to get her to stay still.

3. My best time to play is in the middle of the night when I can wake everyone up.

4. I have a boycat named Sigmond Bartholomew!

5. I love all strangers who come into the house.

6. I love to fake illnesses and injuries, then act fine as soon as I am rushed to the vet.

7. I act younger now that I am 14 than I ever did as a youngster.

The seven lovely cats I am tagging are:
Sigmond
Alfiechinacat
AC Stripes
Leo
Lilly Lu
Twixy
Lucky

song from siggy

Here is a song that my boycat,

Ah want-ah Meat-ah Boll-ah!!!

This weekend the hoomins made meatballs again. "Meatball" is my Official Favorite Scent. Every time they make them I sit in the kitchen and sniff the air, and any time anyone goes to stir the pot I get in between their feet and chatter. This is how I got the nickname Frassola the Italian. Oh I would do anything for a meatball. It two of my favorite things "rolled" into one: meat and a ball. What could be better than that?

Well, they don't give me any meatball no matter how much I beg. They say garlic and onions are bad for me. I am not buying it, I think they just want them all for themselves. I watch them pile spaghetti and sauce and glorious meatballs on their plates and then walk right past me. The nerve! That is why I am going to tell you what is in their secret recipe. They guard this recipe with their lives. All of their friends and family ask for it and they say "Nope! It's a secret!" I guess they should have given me a meatball.

I was smart this time. I sat in the kitchen and watched everything they put into the bowl. They thought I was being cute and begging. I am cute alright! I also have the memory of an elephant. This is a list of what they put in the bowl:
meat
sprinkle cheese
breadcrumbs
milk
an egg
garlic
peppers
onion
basil

...then they mush it all up together and roll it up into juicy, nummy meatballs. Grandmaw (Meatball Hogger #1) tells Mommy (Jr. Meatball Hogger #2) that the trick is to cook them in the sauce, not in a skillet.

hee hee!! Secrets out now! Bush Bean Dog, eat your heart out! xoxo, Sassafras Begonia

I am a *cat*, don't forget that!!!

I got my own table. I don't know why, I didn't ask for it, but this afternoon I came running into the kitchen when my Ma screamed "NUMMIES" like she does and I didn't see my plate. Mamma pointed and said "Over here, Frass!". My plate was on a little blue table. Seriously. I didn't know what to do, so I gave Ma my best You've Got To Be Kidding Me Look. She said it is cuz I am getting to be an old ladycat and she doesn't want me to have to bend over anymore. Really Ma, I didn't mind bending over. I'm a *cat*. Cats bend over to eat. She wasn't gonna move my plate anytime soon so I decided to try it out. It was weird. I took each nibble off the plate and then dropped it on the floor, then picked it up and ate it. I had to take a break halfway through my meal. Usually I can just inhale the whole plate in five seconds. I thought if I made a big show about dropping the nibbles on the floor first she would get the point. My plan backfired because Ma has always thought I should eat slower, and now she wants to keep the table. Well, I say that if I am going to be forced to eat on a table I want a linen tablecloth and a vase with fresh pansies and some clam shaped salt and pepper shakers. And while we are at it I want a brass bed with sateen sheets (zebra stripes), and my purry own couch. I will also be needing some shoes, pumps with kitten heels, and a purrada purse. And I want to get highlights in my fur. If Mamma wants a little person, she's gonna get one! MOL.

Cat Games

I have been playing lots of cat games lately. Mommy says I am going through my second kittenhood at fourteen. My favorite game is called "Antelope on the Serengetti". One cat pretends to be the lion, and the rest are the antelope. The lion chases the antelope starting from the back of the apartment, around the downstairs, then up the stairs ending in Grandmaw's room. The game is only played between the hours of 11pm and 5am, and the objective is to make as much noise running as possible. It ends either when one of the hoomans wakes up and yells, or when the lion pounces on an antelopes back and the antelope screams like a banshee, and the lion and the rest of the antelope scatter.

Another fun game is the Pretend to be in Peril game. What you do in this one is get as far away from the hoomans in the house as possible, then hide somewhere and MRRRRREEEEEEOOOOWWWWW repeatedly as if something horrifying is threatning all nine of your lives. When the hooman comes running into the room panting and has a terrified look on their face, as non-chalantly as possible come out from the hiding place and assume butt licking position. Wash and pretend nothing just happened.

Next Game: Payback for Being Dumb Game
This one is pretty simple. If you happen to notice that the hooman has headed up to bed without barricading the trash, or locking it up, wait until they snuggle up in bed and are juuuust dozing off, then knock the trash can over with as much force as you can muster ensuring they will hear the dreaded sound. Spread the trash around the fllor as fast as you can, then hide behind something. You know you have won the game when the hooman stumbles out of bed and comes running and has to re-bag the trash and lock it up. Extra Points if you can manage to run into the room they are locking the trash in undetected and then make them have to get up a second time to release you. I am a master at this game and have only succeded in doing this twice.

I have more games too, I will post them soon, but right now I have to go play Kick All of the Litter Out of the Box. xoxoxo, Sassafras Begonia

is nothing sacred?

MY MOMMY IS ON THE NIP!!!!!!! This morning I was sitting at the back door watching birds when Mommy came into the kitchen to make her morning tea. Everything was normal until she took out the box of teabags and I caught a whiff of catnip. Catnip? This early in the morning? I ran over to the spot we call the Catnip Patch in between the dining and living room. That is where Mommy usually sprinkles the nip for us to roll around in before she leaves for work. But there was nothing. Where was it coming from? Polka Dot joined me and we sniffed the air. The tea kettle started whistling and we ran. Mommy poured her water, let it steep, then threw away the tea bag as usual. Then she went into the other room. Me and Dot were perplexed. Normally when we have the Nip Mommy calls us and makes a big fun deal of it. Not this time. We couldn't even *find* the nip. Finally, I followed my nose to the trash can. She threw the nip AWAY?? Dottie helped me tip the can over and YES SHE DID!! It was a Catnip TEA BAG!!! Mom heard the trash tip over and came running with her mug. She picked up the trash, and then she held the mug up to our faces. It was all hot and steamy, but there was a distinct catnip aroma!!! Mommy said "Yeah, they make it for HUMANS too!!"

Is nothing sacred? Can they leave anything just for us? It is bad enought that they are in charge of our feeding times and treats, now this? What is next? Giant litter boxes in place of the porcelain thrown? :-O

My Siggy Valentine

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYCAT!!!

I would like to sing a song today dedicated to my boycat, and first ever Valentine (who is not my Mommy). It is to the tune of My Funny Valentine. *climbs on top of piano wearing a sparkly red dress and grabs microphone*

EH-HEM!

My Siggy valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of art

Is your figure less than greek
Does your breath of chicken reek
When you open it to speak
Do you MEOW-WOOOOOOW?

But dont change a fur for me
Not if you care for me
Stay Siggy valentine, stay
Each day is valentines day

Is your figure less than greek
Does your breath of catnip reek?
When you open it to speak
Do you MEOW-WOW?

But dont you change one fur for me
Not if you care for me
Stay SIGGY valentine, stay
Each day is valentines day!!!!!


MEOW-WOW-WOW SIGGY!!!! XoXoXoXo, Sassafras