Calvin In Charge

A Secret from the Bridge!

Well, I just have to tell you that there are no errors at the bridge. We don't have anything like Error 6 or Log In problems! So, don't worry about us when we go to the Internet Cafe'. We have the best techno cat around, and we never run into problems!

The only problem I'm gonna have tomorrow is who to sit next to at the big Thanksgiving dinner. Lola has been hanging all over me, and keeps telling me to sit next to her cause she is a good girl.

And then I got my pals Skinner, Whatnot, Yeti, Smokey, and Merlin the Cat Wizard who have only been here since the beginning of the month. They need help figuring out where to go and what to do.

Dang, I've only been here a month myself, so I'm still learning the ropes. Even though it is only the first Thanksgiving for my pals Scooter, Sammie, Tyler, Jack, Kashmere, Alaidh, Susie, Boots, Icebox, Patrick, Lucky, Ginger, Jake, Queenie, Yngvar, Shadow, Shep, Zack, Duncan, Burbank, Charlie, Emma, Mojo, Tooney, Simon, Missy, Cookie, Simi, Bibi Anne, Cinder and a few more pals, we all decided to find the biggest, roundest table and sit together as group. I've also asked my eye twin, Buddy, and our other great pal, Buddie to join our table since they both have bridge dates close to Thanksgiving.

We're gonna call it the 2009 table. We've got a lot to talk about, so it will be an all day feast! I think we've even saved some room at the table for a few doggies - I've asked Rocky to join us, and he is bringing Sadie Boo and Stormy B. along with him.

Happy Thanksgiving to all those back on earth. We're sure going to miss you, and we know you'll miss us too.

Knead On . . . . . . . . .

Busy Time!

Wowza, there is little time for rest up here at the bridge. Since I got on the Welcome Committee, that rainbow has been blinking a lot!

I had to grab my Catster sign and hightail it to the gate tonight when Skinner journeyed to the bridge.

After getting his heart basket, and running over to meet me, we sat down and got to know each other. Skinner is one handsome dude, and he sure had a rough time in his life - first as a stray, and then with different illnesses.

But, now he is done with being sick and can play and run free at the bridge - and chillax at the Catster Club tonight!

Skinner told me that he has to watch over Chelsea Louise because that is his sweetheart. I told him I would help him do that because CL is a pawsome friend girl of mine.

So, if you have a minute, stop by Skinner's page and send his family some love because I know they are going to miss him.

Knead On . . . . . . . . .

Committee Secrets!

When you've been at the bridge for three weeks like I have, the Committee Manager comes and asks if you want to be on a committee.

I decided that the Welcome Committee sounded like fun. Today was my first day on the job. I was given a big sign that had Catster written on it.

When a cat is making their journey to the bridge, and they are about to approach the gate, the rainbow flashes on and off. That is the signal for the Welcome Committee and all the angels to get in place.

When I saw the rainbow flashing, I grabbed my Catster sign and went to the main gate. There were other committee members holding signs too . . . . . I Can Has Cheezeburger, LOL Cats, Strays.

It was really crowded today, and I was looking to see if any Catster pals were coming through the gate. And then I saw her . . . . . Lola was Kung Fu dancing through the gate and getting her heart basket.

I waved my Catster sign and she came running over to meet me. I told her I really didn't want to see her, but since she was here, we were going to have a pawsome time until we see our families again one day!

And then Scooter and SooLing came by, and I knew Lola was going to be just fine.

Dang, she has the biggest blue eyes!

Orangeness!

Wowza, I think the Diary Gal likes me more as an angel because she has been picking me a lot lately!

It is a pretty cool view up here at the bridge, and the bestest part is being able to check on all my pals when I go to the Internet Cafe'. Since there are so many Catsters up here, we have to sign up for computer time. If you don't get a turn one day, then you find out all the scoop when you go to The Catster Club at night.

And you thought being at the rainbow was one big catnap! We do get in some major snooze time, but there is a lot to do with being a guardian angel and stuff like that.

So, today I want to tell you about some pals that you need to think about this week.

The first one is Scooter's sister, Lola. She is pulling a Calvin and not eating like she should. Her parents are very concerned about her, and we sure don't need her up here yet, so keep her in your purrs!

Then there is our pal, Louis LeBeau who is going to have surgery on the 24th to remove a bump that shouldn't be on his side. His Mommy is very worried, so I know he would appreciate some purrs.

Of course, I'm keeping a special watch over Gleek. I sure didn't teach him right on the art of pill taking. He has been taking his pills without much of a fuss. What is wrong with him? Doesn't he know you're supposed to hide the pill in your cheek and then spit it out? He won't know much about what condition his condition is in until he finishes up three weeks' worth of pills.

We're having a birthday party today for Jules Vern. I hear there is going to be a brusselball tournament, so I've got to get going!

Oh, and I wanted to let Mawmee know that the beautiful orange sky she has been seeing at night for the past week are courtesy of me!

A Calvin in a Calvin Collar!

I knew that the best cat to wear a Calvin Collar would be a cat named Calvin!

Check out my little namesake in his Christmas Calvin Collar that I sent him! Isn't he the most adorable kitty ever?

I wanted to remind all my pals who have Calvin Collars to be sure to tag the picture of you wearing it with the words Calvin Collar.

I think Diego was the pawsome pal who came up with that idea, and it makes it easy for me to see all my pals in one place. And, Mawmee can grab your picture and make you a star on her Cat in the Clover blog.

Be sure to stop over at the blog and check out all the cool pictures!

And if you go over there and look at today's entry, you'll see a pawsome painting that was done by Klancy and Kosmo, Kramer, and Tiny Krazy's Mommy! Wasn't that super duper nice of her to do? It made Mawmee cry.

Knead On . . . . . . . . .

Here a Calvin, There a Calvin!

Did you see the handsome Calvin that is Dog of the Day today? That is probably what I would look like if I were a dog. If you have doggie siblings, get them over to Calvin's page and ask him to be friends!

I think cats should be allowed to be friends with dogs. Well, maybe some dogs. Like a dog named Calvin. I would be friends with him. Maybe I should ask him to join the Cool Calvin Club!

Knead On . . . . . . . .

More Secrets Revealed!

I got another bridge secret for you, so keep it on the downlow and don't tell anycat you heard it from me.

There is a weekly newspaper here at the bridge. We can submit articles if we want. There is a Diary Gal with a column called Dear Tabby.

A bunch of us new angels wrote to Dear Tabby this week and asked her if she had any connections to the Catster Diary Gal. It turns out that she is the fifth cousin of the Catster Diary Gal's third cat. It's kind of like that Six Degrees of Separation from Kevin Bacon.

She said she would see what she could do to get some of us new angels recognized as diary picks. She came through for us because Angel Smokey and I are both diary picks today!

Thanks to all my pals for the rosettes and pmails. I'm glad the Diary Gal saw the importance of making sure everycat knew about the new Calvin in town!

Knead On . . . . . . . . . . .

Meet My Namesake!

He's here!

Meet Calvin! Isn't he the cutest little ball of fur you've ever seen?

Now, get over and ask him to be friends with you - he is going to need a lot of help growing up!

Welcome to Catster, and your forever home, little pal . . . . . . . .

Another Surprise!

Being at the bridge means lots of surprises for me and for my family! Today Mawmee was going to be out for awhile, and she didn't want my special ornament or my ashes to get messed with by you-know-who, so she took them and put in the little gift bag that my ornament came in.

Guess what was in the bag that she completely missed yesterday? A small baggie with a lock of my hair tied in a ribbon. My name was written on the bag and a little heart was drawn on the bag too.

She said, ahhhhhhhh . . . . . . and it made her feel happy and sad.

My vet rocks . . . . . . . . .

Pawprint Secret

Being at the bridge means keeping secrets. Today, a secret was revealed to Mawmee. After I made my journey to the bridge, my vet stuck my paw in goop and made a pawprint heart keepsake for my family. It was okay that she did that because I was already at the rainbow in my new, kick-tail body (as Boogers would call it)!

Mawmee was very surprised when the vet called her today, and told her that she had something for her. When she picked it up at the vet's office, it made her feel happy and sad at the same time.

You can see a picture of it on Mawmee's blog.

My vet rocks!

Knead On . . . . . . . . .

A Secret From the Bridge

Well, I've been through my orientation, and I found out a lot more secrets about the Rainbow Bridge and how things work around here. Of course, some stuff I'm not allowed to tell you about, or they make you go to the doggie area and scoop poop for a day. Yeah, heaven ain't all it's cracked up to be if you don't obey all the rules!

But I do have a secret I can tell you that I can'really tell you about until it's been told by the official family.

There is a new orange kitty in town. Not my hometown, but a town.

The new orange kitty has green eyes . . . . . . and is very cute.

The new orange kitty with the green eyes has a new forever home, and the Mommy of the forever home wants to name the kitty Calvin!

She asked my Mawmee if it was okay, and Mawmee said it would be an honor if that cute kitty was given my name.

Of course, that is extra work for me because now I've got to watch over that squirt and make sure he grows up to be an Olde Furt!

Be looking for him soon . . . . . . . . . .

Bridge Secrets!

Oh my cats, who knew there was an Internet Cafe' at the bridge?

I thought I'd better check in and tell my pals what I know before my orientation tonight because I have a feeling I'm gonna be told to keep this stuff a secret.

I sat on the Top Cat's warm lap on my journey here. He told me everything was going to be okay, and he would see me later. When I got to the Golden Gate, there were a gazillion friendly faces there to greet me! Everycat was waving and smiling at me!

I immediately was taken to the Welcome Center where I got my heart basket that I already told you about. The gal in charge made me take a number - mine is 1026 - that is my number for seeing the Top Cat, so it will be awhile before I get to sit down with him.

Then I was given my Orientation Packet and sent to Human Resources. Dang, they got this process down! My orientation packet had a green paw band. We all wear paw bands of different colors that tells how long we've been here. That way, if you have a question about something, you look for the cat with a higher color than yours.

Next up was getting measured for my wings. That is when I got to see Autumn because she is in charge of that job. My orientation is tonight, and I'm glad that I've got Icebox here to go with me. I sure was sorry that she made her journey to the bridge yesterday, but we can figure things out together.

Inside my packet was a huge map of this place! You wouldn't believe all the cool places I'm going to be exploring. I even saw a Tiki Bar on the map!

There was also my Catster membership card on a lanyard. There is a giant Catster Club where all us Catster pals chillax in the evening. You have to show your membership card to get in. I immediately put that around my neck because I wanted to show everycat how proud I am to be a Catster!

Guess who isn't here? That evil chick Ann Emia, and her cousins Dan Druff, Flo Jectile, and the high Billy Ruben! They aren't allowed. Somecat told me they are banned to the basement, and we don't have a key to go there, so I'm glad about that!

I wanted to thank you all again for being such a good pal to me. You probably won't hear from me for awhile because I need to spend time with all my angel pals. I'm sorry that I wasn't around to tell you about my Pal of the Week, Onyx, but before I left, I asked Violet to tell you about her. So, be sure to check out Violet's diary tomorrow.

When I return, I'll be starting up an Angel Pal of the Week! There are so many Catster angels that you don't know about, and I need to tell you about them so they aren't ever forgotten . . . . . just like I don't want you to ever forget me!

I'll chat with you later, and who knows, I might have a whole new dictionary of bridge words for you!

Knead On . . . . . . . . . .

With Heartfelt Thanks

Mawmee Laura here.

The overwhemling support and love that Ted and I have felt from all of Calvin's pals over the past two days has been so touching and comforting.

Just when I thought I was holding it all together, I'd read another pmail, rosette, or poem that was sent to Calvin, and the tears flowed again. I know you have shed these tears too, as I have done when our pals have journeyed to the bridge.

I love all my cats and dogs dearly, but there has always been something special about Calvin. I thank God that when he was rescued from the shelter, he hid under the guest room bed and wouldn't come out when I was trying to find homes for my aunts' four cats. I always knew I would keep one of her cats. Calvin was her favorite, and I know why. Losing him is even more difficult as it is the last connection I had to her.

I picked up Calvin's ashes this afternoon from the vet's office. One of the vet techs told me she had gotten on his Catster page. She had never heard of Catster before. I'm sure she was amazed at the special gift box that goes on for miles with wing after wing! I plan to copy all the messages in those special gifts so that I'll have them when they disappear.

I believe all the purrs for Calvin over the past month helped him stay with us for as long as he could. From the stroll, to the All About Calvin that cats have put after their names, to the diary entries, to the advice on feeding and medicines - they have meant more than you can ever imagine. Now that he is back home, please know that it is okay to go back to your own name and main photo. Calvin wouldn't want us fussing too much over him!

I will cherish everything you have done to make Calvin feel special and so loved. Please accept this diary entry as a huge thank you to all his pals and their humans. Today, I received a beautiful arrangement with three gorgeous roses in it from one of our Catster friends. The message on the card read:

Red for his passon for life, pink for his love of family, and yellow for all the friendship he inspired.

The friendship you all have shown will never be forgotten . . . . . just like Calvin!

Thank you, and a big hug to your cats from me!

My Heart Basket

Early this morning around 5 a.m., Mawmee came downstairs to check on me. I was laying in the dining room. She got my fleece blanket and put it over me, and laid down on the floor to be with me.

All of a sudden, Gleek showed up, and then Violet, and then Newman, and finally Samoa. We were all in the dining room together. Everycat was gathered around and being quiet, except Newman who was on the dining room table messing with the Calvin Collar envelopes that were ready to be mailed!

I decided to get up and go in the other room. Who can sleep with all those cats around?

This morning I had a visit with my vet. She took my blood and checked it, and came in and told us that my red blood cell count was very, very low, and that I was bleeding internally. Mawmee and Daddy were so sad to hear this news, but at least they found out what was going on with me, and why I didn't eat anything over the weekend.

It was time for me to become an angel. Everyone cried - even my vet, and she kissed me on the head. Mawmee was very brave because she stayed with me when I left to make my journey to the bridge. She has never been able to do that before, but she promised me that she would not leave me. I was laying on my fleece blanket, and it was very peaceful and calm.

When I got to the bridge, I couldn't believe all the angels that were there to greet me. They gave me my heart basket. I think this might be a bridge secret, so when it's your turn to come to the bridge, act surprised.

Every animal that journeys to the bridge gets a basket, and every basket is full to the top with hearts. Some pets have baskets with just one or two giant hearts in them because they only had a couple of people who loved them when they were on earth. But their basket is full with those giant hearts. Those are the pieces of the hearts they took with them when they made their journey.

You should see my basket of hearts. There are a gazillion hearts - very tiny, but there are so many of them they almost spill out of the basket. They are pieces of hearts from all the wonderful friends I have made since I've been on Catster. I feel sorry for those cats who only have a few giant hearts in their basket because they were not loved by as many people.

I had a wonderful life - especially the last seven years that I spent living with my Mawmee, Daddy, and all my siblings. I know today will be sad, but I hope you will remember all the pawsome fun we've had over the years. I know those memories will be with me forever.

Knead On . . . . . . . . .

All About The Diary Gal!

Wowza, the Diary Gal must be all about me too - MOL! Thanks for picking me today.

This morning Daddy was happy to see me walking around and acting a little more alert. I wouldn't eat for him, and when Mawmee tried later, I ate two tiny bites of wet food. She has tried several more times with different wet foods, and I walk away the minute I see it. She thinks maybe the smell is making me feel yucky. She even tried baby food, but I wouldn't take it.

Tomorrow she is going to see if the vet can get me in so we can make sure I don't have an infection or maybe something is going on with that Ann Emia chick again. She and Daddy said if it is the cancer, then they will have to make a decision, but we're hoping maybe there is some other reason like the last time when that Ann Emia chick visited me and I wouldn't eat.

Double wowza - eighteen Calvin Collars are sold! I sure appreciate all my pals who have purchased one. I'm even going to be sending a Calvin Collar all the way to Australia!

A few more have been added to the shop, and there is even a petite Calvin Collar because there was a request for a smaller one for those thin necked kitties. If you want to request a certain color/size, Mawmee can make it and put it under reserve in your name.

Thanks again for all the purrs. Mawmee was afraid to wake up this morning because she wasn't sure what condition my condition would be in, but I told her I've got all of Catster purring for me, and those purrs are gonna keep me strong, Don Pardo.

Who the heck is Don Pardo ?

Kick It Up a Notch!

Hey, pals! I wanted to check in with you since I haven't updated my diary on how I am feeling.

Today is not a good day. I am not feeling good, and haven't eaten anything. I've been drinking some water, and all I want to do is lay under the little table in the living room that has a cloth over it. It is nice and dark in there, and nobody bothers me . . . . . except Mawmee!

I was doing good yesterday, so we're hoping this is just a not-feel-good day, and not a day with one paw toward the bridge.

Mawmee took my temperature, and it was normal - actually a little lower than normal. She didn't know exactly how far to stick that thermometer up my butt, but she thinks she did it right. She would definitely flunk vet school!

So, I'm asking you to ramp up your purrs today if you don't mind because I know those purrs have helped me in the past.

Thanks also for all the Calvin Collar purchases - we've sold 14, and we're very close to sponsoring that first kitty at Best Friends Animal Society. I want to be here when that happens!

Knead On . . . . . . .

No Seashells in Iowa!

There may be a Sally that sells seashells by the seashore, but my Pal of the Week is this Sally!

Sally has only been on Catster since September, so you've got to get over to her page and ask her to be friends! When I first met Sally, I told her she need to get in touch with our pal, Buddie, because Sally has a feeding tube just like Buddie did. She said she was friends with Buddie too!

Sally has had her feeding tube for about a month. She had to get it because she got a fatty liver and stopped eating. I think her big fat liver was named Billy Ruben. He was one mean dude because he made her ears turn yellow on the inside. I told Sally I've had yellow ears my whole life. She said having yellow ears on the outside is okay, you just shouldn't have yellow ears on the inside.

Billy Ruben is almost gone for good, and Sally is back to eating and has white ears again, but the vet is going to leave her tube in for a little while longer just to be sure that Billy's fat self doesn't come back for a visit.

Sally and I have a lot in common right now because food is the most important thing going on in our lives. It's good to have a support system when you have bad people like Ann Emia and fat Billy Rubens ruining your life!

Sally has a secret, but I'm not going to tell you because I don't know what it is - MOL! You'll have to read her diary, but then you have to keep it quiet!

Sally has Ugg boots just like me! She has one black boot, and one orange boot. She started a new trend by having boots in two different colors.

One of Sally's best friends is her pink fuzzy bear. She had that bear when she lived in the shelter and was waiting to go to her forever home!

I'm glad you're getting better, Sally! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week!

Wowza!

Oh my cats, two of my Calvin Collars are sold! Thanks so much to Olivia Pickles for purchasing the very first one, and to Alfie for buying the second one! Mawmee said she will start crocheting like a mad woman to make more collars.

I told her I wanted her to save $1 from each of the Calvin Collars, and when I get $25, I'm going to sponsor a kitty at Best Friends Animal Society.

Thanks again, pals!

Some Firsts!

Well, pals, you'll never believe this, but I actually finished a bowl of food without walking away and making Mawmee follow me with the bowl. And she even snuck in another spoonful of food, and I ate that too! She was very happy about it.

Newman is always right there to help me. Wait until you see the picture of him encouraging me to eat - you will MOL!

And I've got another first to tell you about. Since I've been going to the vet every week, and I got chemo three times, and I have a bunch of medicines and fluids that I take every day, Mawmee says I have to help pay the bills. Apparently, cancer is expensive.

So, I've decided to have my own line of floof collars in Mawmee's Etsy shop. They will be called Calvin's Collars. They are crocheted, so they are soft, and they slip over your neck. The thing that makes them different than the other floof collars is the special cat charm/button on the front of the collar. These will be made for photo sessions and stuff, and to keep your neck warm if you get cold in the winter.

I guess I'm really special, and Mawmee wanted to have something like Morgan has with his beds. I checked with Morgan first to make sure he wouldn't be mad that I stole his idea. His beds are to help pay for the eye surgery he had. He thought it was a cool idea, so that is how I'm going to help out around here.

A couple of these collars are ready to go, so if you're interested, be looking for them at The Cat in the Clover!

Pee Ess

I forgot the most important part of the vet visit today.

I did an IP in my carrier! For those of you who aren't up on all the correct terminology, IP means inappropriate peeing!

Luckily, there was a pee pad in the bottom under the fleece blankie, so it didn't go all over the car like the last time.

It wasn't my fault. They kept me in the back vampire room way too long. I kept telling them I had to pee, but no one was listening to me!

Don't forget to enter your pictures in the 2009 World's Coolest Contest!

I think I'll spend the afternoon looking through my pictures and finding some good ones to enter.

Vet Visit Today!

I didn't have a very good day yesterday. I was feeling punk, and I didn't want to eat much, and I hid under the round table in the living room that has a tablecloth over it.

Mawmee stayed up late on the computer, and around midnight she wanted to give me some food before she went to bed. She couldn't find me, and got really worried, but guess where I was? I was in bed with Daddy and Gleek! It is dang cold here and I needed the body heat from two big guys!

Mawmee brought me a midnight snack in bed, and I ate all of it. Then this morning, Daddy said I ate pretty good, and Mawmee fed me again around 9:30, and I ate good for her too.

Then we went to the vet's office at 11:00. I got more blood taken, and Mawmee gave them my pills so they could put them down my throat instead of her having to do it. She is finally getting smart and letting them do the dirty work. She said it's okay if I don't like them, but she doesn't want me to not like her anymore!

My weight is down only 1 ounce, so the vet said that is really maintaining because the difference from last week could just be a good poopie (although she didn't use the poopie word, but I told her I would have to use it to get the Diary Gal's attention).

My red blood cell count has gone up again to 28,000 and if it gets to 30,000 she said she would be happy! So, I'll continue the shots every other day. My white blood cell count was normal!

I'm also going to get my prednisone every day instead of every other day. She thinks that will help keep the cancer suppressed a little. I only take 1/4 of a tablet, and she said taking it every day won't hurt me.

She noticed that I wasn't as peppy as last week. I told her she wouldn't always feel peppy if she had vampires sucking her blood each week too! I don't have to go back for two whole weeks, unless I get really bad.

Thanks for continuing with the purrs. I really appreciate all my friends!

My Happy Meal

Back in my younger days, I ate food that wasn't the best for me. That was our pre-Catster days when we didn't really know anything.

Then we got on the good stuff - you know, the dry food that doesn't have all that filler and gluten and stuff that is bad for you.

And our wet food changed too. We love the seafood varieties, but we got switched over to the turkey and chicken because sometimes the seafood varieties aren't so good for us older cats that have kidney problems.

We all liked the new food we were eating. And then I got that nasty C. Between the chemo, and that Ann Emia chick, I didn't feel like eating anything.

So, the hunt began - find a food that Calvin will eat. We have every brand and every variety of wet food on the market sitting in the cabinet or in the refrigerator - MOL! The vet lady gave us samples of some dry food - the good dry foods.

But guess what I like the best?

The seafood Fancy Feast, and Fancy Feast Dry Gold. Neither of them are the best, but Mawmee says that if I'll eat it, I can have it. You should see all the others come running the minute they smell seafood in the air. You would think there is a huge dead fish in the kitchen with the attention my chef gets when she opens a new can.

Fancy Feast ain't cheap, but I'm worth it. Mawmee is able to get the turkey variety in a 12 pack box, but the seafood doesn't come that way. She has to pay 50 cents a can for it, so I'm the only one that gets it. Did I say I'm worth it? Yesterday, Mawmee and Daddy went into a new Target store that opened in our area. The Fancy Feast seafood I like was 62 cents a can. She about fainted. And then bought me 2 cans because we were out. I'm definitely worth it!

And you want to hear something funny about Sarah, my favorite vet tech? The vet techs always ask what I'm eating and how well I'm doing with the food. Mawmee has to admit to them that I'm eating stuff that I probably shouldn't be eating. And then Sarah says, well, that is okay, we know that we shouldn't eat too many times at McDonald's, and we do that anyway!

Fancy Feast is my Happy Meal . . . . . . . . .

Oh, Brothers!

I've got brothers as my new Pals of the Week starting today. One look at Utu and Ra, and you'll know why I picked them!

First of all, they are very handsome orange mancats! Second of all, today is their birthday - both of them are 8 years old! Happy Birthday Utu and Ra! They are real brothers from the same mother. They had another brother named Foxey, but he is an angel at the bridge.

These brothers live a long, long, long way away from where I live. They live in Australia! If I had to pick one of them that is most like me, it would be Utu. He is a Sumerian sun god. I'm a Kenucky sun god. Utu also has freckles on his lips just like me.

Ra is the Egyptian sun god. Ra has a lot more white on him, and his eyes are golden, just like the sun. Ra is one brave boy because his favorite toy is his sister, Freya. You'll see why I think he is brave if you go check out Freya!

Now, let me tell you why it is important for you to be friends with Ra and Utu.

When I first joined Catster and was getting a lot of friends, I decided that it would be fun to make sure that I had a friend for every letter of the alphabet.

It was pretty easy to do, until I got to the letter U. I didn't have any U friends! Then my pal, Scooter, told me about the beautiful Ug! And Ug became my first U friend! And guess what? I now have five U friends, and Utu is one of them!

So, you need to look through your alphabet of friends. Do you need an R? Do you need a U? Well, if you do, then you've got the purrfect ones right here - Ra and Utu!

You'll say Rah, rah, rah when you add them as your new friends! Thanks for being my Pals of the Week, and have a pawsome birthday, Ra and Utu!

One of Nine!

There are nine cats named Elise on Catster, but only one of them is my Pal of the Week! Are you friends with Elise?

Elise is a good witch and she is stirring up some special wishes for me in her main picture:

Wings of bat, bones of mummy, cancer leave Calvin's tummy!

Elise is from New York, and I think she looks like several kitties all rolled into one. She is a gray striped kitty, and she also looks like a calico!

I read a lot of Elise's diary entries, and I think she has siblings (like 20 or something), but they are not on Catster. I guess since she is the princess of the family, she is the only one that has a page. I do know that she had a little brother named Sammy who went to the bridge at the beginning of the year, and a big sister named Ginger who went to the bridge last Christmas.

Elise tells very funny stories about her Mommy and Daddy. Here was one thing I read that made me MOL:

A feral cat had kittens in their backyard. Her Mommy wanted to keep one of them, and her Daddy said: No - unless the kitty came with a trust fund Mommy couldn't keep her. We've heard our Daddy say no before too. It usually means yes.

I also found out that Elise's Mommy has the same name as my Grandmaw. It is an unusual name - Arlene. Isn't that cool? Elise started out her life as a feral, but once she got her forever home, she became the queen of the house! Be sure to stop by and ask her to be friends. Maybe if you're sick, she will cast a spell on your sickness too!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Elise!

Courtesy Toot - The Song!

That Dude K. can whip out a song faster than any angel I know! Look at this pawsome song - all about courtesy tooting!

Courtesy toot, courtesy toot
We’re all tootin at da bridge
Calvin’s given us a brand new word
So we’re tootin here by da ‘fridge

Courtesy toot courtesy toot
Everyone’s tootin fur one another
Neighbors, friends, passers by
Mom, dad, sis and brother

Courtesy toot, courtesy toot
Kittehs fat, kittehs fluffy, kittehs small
There be so many kitteh’s here tootin now
Da lines be clear down da hall

Courtesy toot, courtesy toot
Look right, look left, look right
So much tootin goin on right now
We canna tell day from night

Courtesy toot, courtesy toot
Phew…now da bridge be stinkin
All us kittehs courtesy tootin
But one had beans I’m thinkin

Courtesy toot, courtesy toot
This fartin be totally ravin
Thanks goez out to my pal
Who sometimes be called CLAVIN

Courtesy toot, courtesy toot,
Calvin’s vet gave him good mews
I’ll still keep purrin him eatz his foodz
So him can toots along twos

Courtesy toot courtesy toot
I’m done tootin for now
I’s glad you got good mews my friend
Peace out, KNEAD on and how


I'm loving this song, Dude K.!

Purrs Are Working!

Wowza, all your purrs are helping me! I went to the vet today to get my blood checked again. My favorite vet tech, Sarah, came to get me. I was gone quite awhile and when I came back out to the lobby, Sarah told Mawmee there was a line at the vampire's station.

So, Sarah said we had some snuggle time while we waited our turn. I had to wait longer while they checked the blood. I chillaxed and checked out the kittens in the lobby. One of them is orange like me, but he has gold eyes instead of green. He kept staring at me - I think he thought I was his mother or something!

Since I'm so good at the vet's office, Mawmee left the top unzipped, and I got to stick my head out and look around while we waited. My vet lady came out and told us that my red blood cells are increasing - good news! The shots Mawmee gives me every other day are working!

My white blood cell count is purrfect, so that was good news too. I'm not gaining any weight, so that needs to be the focus of your purrs this week, if you don't mind. I'm at 7 lbs. 6 1/2 oz. Of course, it is all muscular mancat, but I need to beef up and be like Gleek.

I'll continue with the same medicine this week, and next week we'll check out my blood again.

Thanks so much for being all about Calvin - I'm gonna stick around for awhile . . . . . . . . .

Word Up!

It's been awhile since I've given you all a new word to use. Before I do that, I just want you to know that I'm doing okay for now. I'm eating tiny meals, and tomorrow I go back to have my blood checked. Hopefully, Ann Emia will be gone, and my kid knees and liver will be okay.

If you have siblings, you will really relate to this new phrase:

Courtesy Toot

A courtesy toot is when you are chillaxin with your brother, and all of a sudden, you let a toot rip. Of course, if there are any girls around, you would like to blame it on them, but if you are embarrassed because they are giving you the evil eye, then your brother does a courtesy toot so that the two smells will mix and mingle, and no one in the room will realize who had the smellier toot.

It's just a common courtesy that you need to remember. There are a lot of rules for us cats, and this is one of the important ones, so be sure to practice it today.

Knead On . . . . . . . . .

The Surprise in the Bedroom!

Our Daddy has been out of town for a few days attending a conference. That means Mawmee has been busy feeding me every hour, sitting downstairs with Sugar so she doesn't get lonely, and moving Vivien into the garage at night. Boy, Daddy will be surprised about that when he gets home - MOL!

Last night Mawmee was on the computer until about midnight, and when she came in the bedroom to get ready for bed, she looked over and saw three cats on the bed: Violet, Gleek, and ME!

She couldn't believe it, and I told her that I'm the man of the house, and I need to protect her since Daddy is gone. I fell asleep right next to her, and she said that was the bestest present ever. Dang, I didn't even know I was giving her a present, but she was happy.

It hasn't been too much fun getting my fluids from her because I usually sit on Daddy's lap and she supervises. So, the past couple of nights, I haven't gotten as many fluids. But, I'm drinking lots of water, so that is okay because Daddy will give me fluids tomorrow.

I go back to the vet next week for another check of my blood. This last week they took it out of my neck - those stupid vampires!

Pump Me Up!

I'm back from my vet visit. Of course, there is good news, and there is not-as-good news (see, I'm not calling it bad news)!

My red blood cells are coming back - pretty slowly, but at least no more of them have left. So, I'll continue getting the Epogen shots every other day from Mawmee.

My weight is down a few more ounces. I missed two whole days worth of food, so I'm going to do my best to catch up!

While I was there today, they gave me fluids because Mawmee had a difficult time doing it by herself last night. She dreaded pushing that needle into me because it was her first time trying. The needle for the Epogen shot is super duper thin and very easy to use, but the fluid needles are bigger.

I'm going to continue taking Pepcid and Prednisone every other day. I also got a shot of Convenia today which lasts an entire week. It is an antibiotic, and I'm glad to take one shot instead of a bunch of pills!

The vet says the chemo has helped because of my white blood cells being low. In fact, they are almost too low, so I got one more shot today to help stimulate my appetite, and to help with my anemia.

The girls are gonna love this because the shot is a steroid. So, I'll be turning into a muscular mancat - even more mancatly than I am right now! I hope I have the strength to eat and fight off the girls at the same time!

I go back to the vet next week to reassess my condition. She said that if we wanted to do chemo, she can always lower the dosage of what she gave me last week so that it doesn't make me feel as badly as I felt last weekend.

Thanks for all your purrs - I know they are helping me!

Ugg!

My pal, Lola, suggested I start a photo stroll for those of us who have Ugg boots on.

If you have any pictures where you're wearing your boots because you got your legs shaved, then tag the photo:

Ugg

and you can join Lola and me in our photo stroll . . . . . . .

The Power of Purr and Poop

4:35 a.m.

Everyone is sleeping. The Daddy feels a cat next to him. He reaches out and touches the cat's paw. He turns on the flashlight and tells the Mawmee, would you look at who is in bed with us!

Yep, it was me. I climbed 14 stairs to get to the bedroom. Then I climbed 3 steps to get to the cedar chest at the foot of the bed. Then I jumped a big jump to get on the bed.

I stood there staring at both of them. They decided I must be hungry, so we all went downstairs to get something to eat. I wasn't hungry. Everyone went back to bed, and I stayed in the living room.

5:45 a.m.

Mawmee hears someone on the cedar chest. She turns on the flashlight and yep, it is me! She flies out of bed - because she loves doing that at 5:45 in the morning - and helps me onto the bed. We all try to go back to sleep, but I'm not tired. I sit there staring at them.

All of a sudden, she reaches out to bring me closer to her, and then you hear, oh no, he has poopie on him.

Yep, she was talking about my butt! Daddy said, I thought I smelled something, and Mawmee said, well, why didn't you say anything? (you see Mawmee has allergies - wonder why - and can't smell too good in the morning).

Daddy goes and gets wet paper towels and I'm still in bed and Mawmee is working with a flashlight trying to clean up my BUN. After several trips back and forth, Daddy says, why don't we bring him into the bathroom?

There were only two brains in the room at that hour of the morning - one was Gleek's and one was mine!

The next thing you know, I'm in the bathroom getting all cleaned up. Then the top sheet had to get taken off which means Gleek had to be picked up, and that takes a forklift!

Daddy finally declared, it looks like I'm up, and Mawmee declared, I'm going back to bed!

Can you believe they thought I might be making my journey to the bridge just two days ago, and now I'm doing stuff like jumping on a bed and bringing poopie presents to them?

It has to be the tsunami of purrs that are coming my way. Thank you to each one of you for all your love and support. Tomorrow I'll be getting my blood checked to make sure my red blood cells are returning.

Please purr for Jack today as he is having a very serious surgery.

In the Pink!

I got a lot to tell you today. First of all, I'm eating better today than I have in the last four days. Every hour, Mawmee brings me wet food, usually my regular Fancy Feast, and after I eat a few bites, she puts a bowl of Fancy Feast Gold dry food under my nose. I take a few tiny bites of it too. And, I'm drinkin' water and peeing good too. I've only made a couple of tiny poopies, but that is because I don't have much food in my tummy.

I've come upstairs - 14 of them - twice! Right now, I'm in the Litter Robot. The first time I came upstairs, Mawmee was so excited to see me. She huddled over me - I think she should join some football team because she knows how to huddle! I even purred and headbutted her and that hasn't happened in over a week!

My vet lady is going to be off on Friday, so I'm going in Thursday to have my blood checked. We're going to see if the shots that Mawmee is giving me is helping my red blood cells grow. Mawmee and Daddy decided that I am not going to get any more chemo. It wipes me out too much, and since it really can't cure my cancer, they don't think it is worth putting me through that stress each week. We're going to enjoy everyday that we have left together!

Now, I realized that I haven't had a Pal of the Week for a couple of weeks, and I need to get back to doing that. My new pal for this week is Nikolai! The girls are gonna love Nikolai because he loves the color pink as you can tell from this photo!

Nik, as I like to call him, has a super fancy long name - Nikolai Ivanovich Raskolnikov. He isn't really Russian, but was born under a trailer in Nevada. He left behind a life of destitution and now lives like a king!

Nik and I have something in common. We are both getting chemo. Nik has crystals in his pee. Wouldn't you know it - he has Crystal visiting him and I have Ann Emia visiting me. Leave it to girls to ruin a guy! MOL!

Nik's vet did some biopsies and while nothing showed up as cancer, he did have some cells that weren't quite normal. So, if you don't mind, please send some purrs his way and let's hope his chemo fixes all the bad stuff going on in his body.

Nik has two sisters, and a brother, and dang, he even has a rabbit that dresses up in clothes! Too bad there isn't a Bunnyster or Rabbitster!

Please stop by and send a friend invite to Nikolai if you aren't already friends with him. Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Nik!

And I have one more purr request since everyone seems to be purring non-stop. My local pal, Jack is at the hospital with internal bleeding. He has been having problems for awhile - with IBD, losing weight, and having that chick, Ann Emia, visiting him too. Jack will be having surgery tomorrow, so keep him in your purrs.

Knead On . . . . . . . .

Dude K's Latest Diddy!

My pal, Dude K., has got more songs up his paws than Catster has fleas - MOL! Here is his latest:


I’m BUZZard up on catnip
So composed this little diddy
It’s goin to me song producer
Calvin . . . called C-KIDDY

We’re rockin on da west coast
And south and north and east
C-KIDDY kneads ta eat hiz foodz
Like bring on sum fancy feast

Him don’t care ‘bout da flavor
Or if de can be blue or gold
Just make sure to nuke dat food
Coz C-KIDDY don’t like it cold

Chicken, beef, N savory salmon
Cod, shrimp and ocean fish
Just PLEAZ eat . . . . SUMPIN buddy
This be my only wish

Fishbone on de dinner plate
trout walked out da door
C-KIDDY kneads sum purrs me friends
so purr n purr some more

Let’s all ESP to Calvin head
Ta eat and eat and eat
Then him can haz a big fat belly
And wonder “where’s me feet”

Slap a burger on a bun
Someone cooks a chicken
Gotta eat yur foods C-KIDDY
Sews yur chops you’ll be a lickin

Pork chops layin on da floor
Five second rule applies
Packin on da cal oh reees
Eat sum cakes and pies

Youz got to eatz sum foodz my friend
So yur cancer goes in remission
That’s not just this kitteh’s hope
Itz what all yur friends is wishin


I think it's gonna be a hit, don't you?

I'm Still Standing!

The reports of my possible journey to the bridge today have been greatly exaggerated!

Dang, how would you feel if you were 89 years old and got chemo, had a sniffly nose, and had Ann Emia visiting you?

I'll tell you - you woud curl up in your cuddle bed and sleep it off. You wouldn't want to eat, and you might only drink a teaspoon of tuna juice and a little water. You would do that for two days!

And then you'd see your Mawmee and Daddy crying and getting upset and laying on the floor next to your cuddle bed and acting all weird. And your Mawmee would pick you up and set you in the litterbox, and you'd stand there thinking, I don't have to pee, why did she put me in the litterbox? I'm telling you, there is weird stuff going on at my house!

So, when I heard that Harry was missing, I said to myself, Calvin, you better act alive tomorrow or they're gonna send you to the bridge, and you gotta stick around and make sure Harry gets home okay.

When I heard them getting up early this morning to take Daddy's car to get a tune-up, I walked over and waited at the foot of the steps for them to come downstairs. Funny how something little like that will make them all giddy with excitement!

I acted hungry, but wouldn't eat any of the 6 different things Mawmee tried to feed me. So, when she got back home, she opened a new can of my regular Fancy Feast - unrefrigerated. Guess what? I ate it! I ate only a tablespoon of it, but at least I ate something!

I heard her tell Daddy that the decision was off for now. Whew, I'm glad to hear it! Daddy said as long as I'm acting alert and interested, he was having trouble with the decision too.

Guess what that means? You gotta start purring if you stopped! Purr for me to eat a bunch more today, and especially purr for Harry to come home.

Knead On ~

Ode to Saturday

I'm feelin,' feelin,' feelin', feelin' no spunk.
My little body is in quite a funk!

I've only licked my food a very few times.
Shovin' pills down my throat should be a crime!

I got my fluids, and I sat real still.
Being a diary pick gave me quite a thrill!

Your rosettes and purrs mean so much, it's true.
They help us all feel not so sad and blue!


Knead On . . . . . . . . .

Ann Emia

I got some chick visiting me named Ann Emia! I told her I'm not allowed to hang around girls until I'm 21, but she insisted.

They make medicine to get rid of girls. I'll be taking it in a shot form this coming week. As you would expect, it is expensive to get rid of girls.

But, I've got friends that have given me all kinds of tips. There is something called Walmart Specialty Pharmacy and you can even get some pet medicine from them cheaper than from the vet. My vet was excited when I told her about it, and she said she would write anything I need to help me get rid of Ann!

One of my pawsome guardian angels - Patrick - sent me some of his extra fluid bags today. Dang, it was one heavy box, and I sure appreciate his Mom sending it to me. I got four bags of fluid, so I can use the money I was going to spend on fluids to help get rid of that chick named Ann!

And I got a pawsome embroidered towel from my pal, Sky. You can see a picture of it on my page. I want to use it when I dribble my liquid medicine, but Mawmee said it is too nice - it is just going to be displayed. Whatever . . . . . .

I think Ann Emia has a twin sister because she is visting my pal, Mercy. Mercy has a bare belly just like me because she got an ultrasound too.

I gotta hang around until winter because I'm ready with my Ugg boots. Have you seen my skinny chicken legs? MOL!

Have a pawsome weekend - my pals must be exhausted from all the purring! Thanks so much!

Walking the Tightrope!

That is what my vet told Mawmee when she called her a few minutes ago.

There is good news . . . . . . and of course, there is bad news. I'll tell you the good news first.

1. My white blood cell count is back to normal which means my secondary infection is gone.

2. I ate two small breakfasts before I went to the vet's office. I was waiting for Daddy at the bottom of the steps when he got up early today. Then at the vet's office while I was chillaxin in my bed that Scooter's Mom made me, I saw them feeding a little kitten in the cage next to mine.

I said, hey, I want some of that - it smells good! So, I got a third breakfast!

Now for all the not-so-good news:

1. My weight is down a few ounces which doesn't surprise Mawmee since I haven't been eating my normal 12 meals a day.

2. My creatinine is up a little - that is a kidney number. The vet didn't say if my BUN was elevated, but I try not to stick it in the air too much since I'm so skinny back there.

3. My hematocrit count which indicates the % of blood volume of the red blood cells is very low. Normal range is 24-44%. Last week mine was 28%, and today it is 16%. Anything below 10% is very serious.

So, what that means is I am anemic. Sometimes that happens when you have chemo because it destroys the good cells as well as the bad cells. It can also mean I might have tummy ulcers. Even though I haven't been throwing up, or having dark poopies, I can still have some internal bleeding going on.

Here is the plan for now:

1. I'll be getting chemo today with the medicine called Vincristine.

2. I'm going to lower my prednisone dosage.

3. I'm going to get injections three times a week - one today and the others at home of the medicine Epogen. Epogen (also known as Procrit) stimulates the bone marrow to increase the red blood cell count.

We will evaluate how I am feeling on Monday, and next week we'll check my blood again.

I need extra strong purring in order for all this medicine to do its magic, and for my little body to stay strong so I can stick around here longer!

I'll be coming home around 4:00 today, so if I have any other important news to report - like if I peed in the car on the way home - I'll be sure to let you know!

Dude Kitty's Song for the Day

We gotta enjoy these songs from Dude Kitty before he gets signed by some big record company at the bridge, and then we'll have to start paying royalties to put them in my diary! I think he is gonna start going by the stage name Dude K.

Sing this song to the tune of Jingle Bells!


THE GROCERY SONG

GROCERY STORE GROCERY STORE
CHECK OUT… BAG FOR ME
5001 CANS O TUNA
THAT ARE MERCURY FREE…. HEY

GROCERY STORE GROCERY STORE
CHECK OUT… BAG FOR ME
2000 CASES O TIKI LUAU,
THIS BE ONE GREAT SHOPPIN SPREE…. HEY

GROCERY STORE GROCERY STORE
CHECK OUT… BAG FOR ME
A BOOT LEG BOTTLE O PIRATE RUM
AND DON’T CHECK MY EYE DEE …HEY

GROCERY STORE GROCERY STORE
CHECK OUT… BAG FOR ME
SUM APPLE PIE & ICE CREAM TOO
COZ I’M HAVING A PAR TEE… HEY

GROCERY STORE GROCERY STORE
CHECK OUT… BAG FOR ME
GIMME SUM PLATES AND A SPOON OR TWO
COZ EYE KNEAD TO EAT YOU SEE…

Sing Along!

Dude Kitty sent me this poem, but I like to sing stuff like this, so pick a tune, and enjoy this little ditty:

with a singa and a songa
in the months past June-a
you gotz to eatz sum food pal
hey how about some tuna

with a wavy and a howdy
a bobby head and nod
you gotz to eatz sum food pal
hey how about some cod

with a shimmie and a shakey
dance, step forward, lurch
you gotz to eatz sum food pal,
hey how about some perch

with a tails a flippo and a stir
a purr, a hiss and shout
you gotz to eat sum food pal,
hey how about some trout

with a pleaz and some purrs
and a hoppin and a jumpin
you gotz to eat sum food pal
Calvin pleaz eat sumpin


MOL . . . . . . . . . .

Stuff That Is Going On!

I haven't been very good about eating the past two days. Mawmee and Daddy were very sad last night, and Mawmee told me that if I didn't eat better today, she knew I would not be strong enough to get chemo on Friday.

I've been acting hungry, but the minute I see the food, I walk away from it. Mawmee has tried feeding me while I'm at my bed, feeding me from a spoon, putting a little on my lips, mixing the food with water, baby food, all kinds of wet food, real pieces of chicken, ham, you name it!

As a last resort yesterday, she tried some Friskies Party Mix! Dang, that is pawsome stuff. I told her I was in the mood for a party, so I ate a little bit of it. I shared with Newman and Violet, and we had an eating party!

Mawmee called my vet lady this morning and left a message asking if she had any suggestions. She called back and said that maybe the Pepcid AC was not working very good with me. Mawmee is going to pick up some other medicine that helps with acid and ulcers. I'll take 1/4 of a tablet three times a day. It dissolves instantly in a little bit of water, so I can take it by syringe.

I love all my friends that have sent me such pawsome diary comments, pmails, and rosettes. I want to thank a few cats in my diary, and if I had enough energy, I'd thank you all in my diary, but you'll have to accept a big group thank you!

First, I want to thank all those pawsome pals who have put All About Calvin after their name. It made Mawmee's eyes leak, but that is okay cause her eyes leak a lot!

Oliver and Dewey's Mommy sent specific instructions on how she shoves pills down a cat's throat. We tried it last night, and it worked like a breeeze. I was not getting as stressed because it didn't take so many tries to get the pill down. If you're an Olde Furt, I'll post the instructions in our forum.

Thanks, Hazel Lucy for the nice card you sent me. I have it on the refrigerator so I can see it when I come in the kitchen. Thanks also for keeping me on the Get Well Soon forum thread. There are a lot of pals that need our purrs!

Thanks to Skeezix and family for the pawsome get well card. It has Mao on the front in a nurse's uniform - MOL! I have the card on the mantle in the living room so I can see it when I get my fluids each night!

I got a special package in the mail today from Taillee and her cousin Smudge. Inside the box was a whole bunch of fun crocheted toys with bells in them. And there was a big, soft, crocheted nap mat! I told Newman he could play with the toys while I took a nap on that super soft mat! Thank you so much. If you need a great mat, check out their Etsy shop called Catcessities!

Okay, so back to my eating. After Mawmee made the phone call today to the vet lady, I started eating better. Not great, but better than yesterday. I even went upstairs a couple of hours ago looking for her because I was hungry! That is a long flight of steps, so she was very proud of me. I've eaten a little Fancy Feast Gold dry food, a tiny bit of my regular Fancy Feast wet food, and she saw me drinking water too.

So, I think the purrs are working. Keep 'em coming . . . . . . . .

Pills - A Story

I got pills to take . . . . . . for my infection . . . . . . for my tummy . . . . . . more for my tummy . . . . . . . to make me want to eat . . . . . . . and more for my tummy.

Lots of methods have been tried to get these pills in me:

Plain ole pill - shove down throat

Either her hands are too big, or my mouth is too small!

Rub pills in butter - shove down throat

She doesn't do a very good job with this method. The buttery pill slips out the side of my mouth.

Sit on Daddy's lap and try one of the above mentioned methods

The angle is never right, and Daddy ends up with an elbow to the face!

Sit on Daddy's lap and try using pill popper

Okay, so last night Mawmee decided she figured out how to use the pill popper. I got on Daddy's lap, she popped the first pill in my mouth. He rubbed my throat. Wowza, they were so excited about how easy that was. I was sitting there calmly and it all appeared good!

I looked at both of them and spit that pill right out on the floor! They both laughed so hard I think Mawmee might have peed in her pants! MOL!

Mawmee and I have decided that Daddy is a good fluid giver, but he is not so good at helping give pills. So, it's back to just Mawmee and me using the shove down the throat method!

Oh yeah, I've tried pill pockets too. I don't like them!

By the way, one of my pawsome guardian angels, Patrick, told me that those born under the Cancer Sun Sign are called Moonchild. I like that much better!

And another one of my guardian angels, Rufus, told me that it is better to have cancer on my page than in my tummy! I agree with that too!

Well, No Wonder!

Dang, did you see my Sun Sign? My pal, Dude Kitty, told me I better change my Sun Sign on my page.

My Sun Sign is Cancer! Cancer is a crab, and I think it's crabby to have cancer!

Here is why my Sun Sign said today:

It's time for you to sit back and let others make all the big decisions. You're not in the best position to think for yourself, and why should you? Your servants can handle all of that.

I kinda like the idea of having servants, so I'm gonna leave that crabby sun sign on my page!

I did really good with my fluids last night. Mawmee said instead of doing 200 ml. of fluids every other day, I am going to get 100 ml. every day. I don't know what vet school she went to, but she seems to think I would do better with fluids every day. I hope my vet doesn't chew me out on Friday! If my favorite vet tech, Sarah, is reading this - don't tell on my Mawmee!

I haven't eaten as well today, but I've been moving around a little more. I went back to my bed in the dining room, and that is the first time I've done that in about a week.

My mad at my parents place is in the living room. Since I figured out I wasn't going back to the vet today, I decided to snooze in my dining room bed.

The vet tech said that chemo can wipe you out and sometimes it takes a couple of days before it hits. Today is my couple of days after, so that might be why I'm not as interested in food. It's not like I haven't been given a lot of choices. There are all kinds of opened cans in the refrigerator.

My servants are doing a good job . . . . . . . . .

What a Dude!

Do you all remember our pal, Dude Kitty who is also called Dude O Senior? He is one pawsome angel that was on Catster for awhile, and then he left, and then he came back.

Well, he has been cheering me up with some pawsome poetry and songs he wrote all by himself. I think he took the advanced poetry class when he went to the bridge last year!

You gotta see his latest - entitled A Small Medley in "G" Minor:

With hook, line and sinker, I’m sittin here fishin
Let Calvin’s cancer, go into remission
Someone took his pink parrot, and now it iz missin
Let Calvin’s cancer, go into remission
Him kneads ta eatz food, by spoon or by dishin
Let Calvin’s cancer, go into remission
When yur on yur computer, no spam & no phishin
Let Calvin’s cancer, go into remission
If I’ve had to much nip, lesson sounds like a lishin
Let Calvin’s cancer, go into remission
If youz gotz sum fleas, yur skin will be itchin
Let Calvin’s cancer, go into remission
Some cool lemonadez, a mouthwash for swishin
Let Calvin’s cancer, go into remission
If da kitteh be angry, itz likely he’s hissin,
Let Calvin’s cancer, go into remission
Not all of us boyz, like a good kissin,
Let Calvin’s cancer, go into remission
With every fur on me fatness, I’m sittin here wishin
That Calvin’s cancer, goes into remission.......


Like Jeter Harris would say, I'm laffin and laffin . . . . . . . . . .

A Smorgasbord!

I thought my pals might like to know about what I've eaten today since that seems to be the most important thing going on with me.

I decided that I'm going to milk this cancer for all it's worth. Therefore, I am only going to eat like Rocky Ann eats - from a spoon! All the other cats get jealous, and they hang around to watch me eat from a spoon. It's really the only civilized way to eat!

I've had chicken baby food, turkey baby food, Tiki, Fancy Feast, and some real chicken pieces from Daddy's lunch! I'm eating small amounts, but so far so good!

I have some liquid antibiotic medicine, and Mawmee decided to mix it with some Tiki juice. Then she put it on a spoon, and I licked it up. I've decided that pills do not belong in pill pockets, and I'm not going to eat them that way.

We have a pill popper thingy, but it might be broken because Mawmee has practiced with it, and the pills don't pop out like they should. If anyone uses one of these, maybe you can tell Mawmee how to make it work. It doesn't pull back very far (only about an inch) unless you pull really hard and make the inner part snap out of the outer part. The rubber end where the pill goes has a tiny rubber band around it, and she isn't sure if that is supposed to stay on there or come off.

So, she got out the butter and put some on a napkin. And then rolled my pills in the butter and one at a time, put those three pills down my throat. I gotta do that all over again tonight! I have another pill that is supposed to help my tummy, and it crushes easily. She put that in the Tiki, and I ate it with no problems. Samoa and Newman ran over to lick the leftover butter off the napkin.

Tonight I'm getting sub Q fluids for the first time too. Mawmee and Daddy used to give our cat named Callie fluids, but that has been several years ago. I haven't decided yet if I'm going to be good during this process! I'll let you know how it goes.

Thanks, again, for all your purrs. I'm gonna need another Catster page just for my pawsome rosettes! Please save your rosettes and give them to some new cat so we can spread the love around!

Walk The Plank!

I told my cancer to walk the plank! I got home and realized that my blue peg leg is back at the vet's office! It sure feels good to get that port out of my leg.

I did good with my chemo, and my vet tech gave me a bunch of medicine to bring home. I start on sub Q fluids tomorrow. I'll be getting them three times a week.

I also got my own pill containers - one for morning and one for night - so my nurse can keep all my medicine straight. Dang, cancer makes you take a lot of pills!

I'll let you know what I'm taking in a minute, but I wanted to tell you that my favorite vet tech, Sarah, told me that she and the other gals at the office looked at my Catster page today. They looked at all my pictures, and couldn't believe all the visits to my page. They probably talked to each other, and said that Mawmee is half nuts, but they don't realize that all our Mommies are crazy about us! MOL!

Okay, here is what I am taking:

Lactated Ringers (sub Q fluids) - 200 ml three times a week

1/2 10 mg. Pepcid 1-2 times a day

Remeron - appetite stimulant (if I need it)

Zenequin - antibiotic for 6 more days - this is for my infection

Clindamycin - another antibiotic

I also have a ginger/mint herbal supplement to help soothe my tummy, and some other Feline Enteric Support pill which helps my tummy too.

Luckily, I don't have to take that nasty aluminum hydroxide liquid any more. The vet is looking into Epikatin and I might start that next week. She said my phosphorus levels may go back to normal on chemo, and she will check it next Friday when I go back.

I've eaten a few little meals today and haven't had any flojectiles - good news! I've mainly been chillaxin in the living room.

I'll update you if anything interesting happens!

Peg Leg Cal!

I be wearin' me blue peg leg as I sailed outta here this mornin' for a trip across ta seas to me meetin' with the IV dragon! I ate me some grub and drank some grog before I left! Bein' a good pirate, I went ta da poop deck ta use da head. Me poop and pee were scooped up and sent a sailin'!

Ta Cap'n's wife tis very happy that I be eatin' grub several times last night. I'm a fightin' pirate, and I have me a ship load of pirate pals helpin' keep me adrift with ta purrs. Ta angel pirates are flappin' ta wings so loud and blockin' ta entrance to da gate! Even dat powder monkey, pirate Newmie, tis bein' a good nurse and watchin' over me.

Did ya see ta Honorary Cap'n in the pirate parade?. Shiver me timbers, there be some mighty fine pirates in that parade! Nobody makes a better pirate face than me bro, Lord Trapper Crum!

We be stoppin' ta ship in Michigan to throw back some ale with me pirate pal, Taz!

Then we be gatherin' the gang, and headin' ta ship toward ta shores of Canada ta get me pink parrot back from that pirate wench, Pansy! She won't be allowed ta plunder 'n pillage no more! Her crew tis dangerous, but we have da territory covered! She will not win ta battle!

I be checkin' back in later t'day when my ship sails back to da harbor! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, talk like ta pirate that you are today . . . . . . . . .

Poop, Pees, and Food!

When Mawmee picked me up tonight at the vet's office, she made sure they had put me in the litterbox to do my pee wee cause she didn't want any pee wee in her car.

The vet tech - I've had about six different ones the past couple of days - said that I had done a pee wee earlier, and they put a pee wee pad in my carrier - Justin Case is the pee wee pad's name!

Well, it's a good thing my Justin Case pee wee pad was there because I p0oped on it. I wonder if it is okay to do a poopie on a pee wee pad? Mawmee didn't smell it because I poopied on it right as we pulled in the driveway. Daddy was waiting for us, so he got me out of the car and took me in the house. When I got out of the carrier, he told Mawmee I left her a present. Mawmee said, why do I get all the presents? MOL! She immediately put me in the litterbox, and I did a big pee wee.

I've already eaten two small teaspoons of turkey baby food. Then a little bit later, I ate a few bites of my Fancy Feast. Mawmee was very happy about that because I haven't eaten any Fancy Feast since Tuesday.

I'm going to take a nap now. I took some pictures of my blue badge of courage, so you'll see them later on my page. I decided to hold off on picking one Pal of the Week this week, and have declared all of you to be my Pals of the Week! Thanks for your continued purrs!

Technical Mumbo Jumbo!

I'm still getting all plumped up with fluids and medicine, but I wanted to tell you what stuff I'm on for all those kitties who have been through chemo, or those who like knowing technical junk.

I got this today:

Vincristine - weekly for 8 weeks.

Cytosine - this is only taken for two days of the first week, so I'll be going back tomorrow to get the second treatment.

Prednisone - 3/4 of a 20 mg. tablet for 7 days, and then 1/2 of a 20 mg. tablet every other day for seven weeks.

Now, if this stuff does it's job, I'll feel like eating this weekend. If I handle what I got today, then next Friday I'll start on something called cyclophosphamide (Cytoxan).

The vet was really honest, and said that it is worth a try because lymphoma is about the only cancer that will respond good to treatment. She also said that if the chemo is not working, she would recommend sending me to the bridge.

Mawmee said it is worth a try, and hopefully with all the purring my pals are doing, it is going to work so that I can be around for a few more months.

After tomorrow, I'll get that port taken out of my paw. I know I'll feel better when that happens!

Words Up!

While I was laying on a big soft piece of lambswool yesterday with my tummy all spreadaged out and the vet techs wanting to snorgle me, I was srsly thinking about how OOC my friends have been on my diary entries! I'm feeling like a Catster cewebrity!

Instead of chillaxin during this holidrawl, you're tagging photos, and my friend girls are doing their usual cupcaking and flirtationship with me!

This might be TMI, but I wanted to let you know that Mawmee was happy this morning when she saw me making clay in the litterbox. There were some good farticles in the air after that! I even did a pee wee so that there woudn't be any IP in the car on the way to the vet's office! I almost did a PIMPAL when I read Toffy's diary this morning. He said that he was purring for me, and he even asked the 3,442 cats that joined Catster yesterday to purr for me. You've got to go back and read a couple of his diary entries to see why this is funny!

I didn't have much TITO yesterday, but I'm going to be bragadocious and tell you that I did eat a couple of teaspoons of chicken baby food this morning. I bogart the chicken baby food - it is nom nom nom good!

My Mawmee just had a good talk with my vet. She got the results back, and I do have lymphoma. Some of that stuff she saw on the ultrasound could be infection, but the lab said it is definitely lymphoma.

She told Mawmee that of all the cancers to have, lymphoma is something that can be treated with some good results. I don't have years to live, but if I respond to chemo, I could have a few more months.

Since I'm all plump from the fluids and medicines, Mawmee gave her approval to get one round of chemo today. She said if the chemo is going to work, I would start feeling better and wanting to eat over the weekend. If I have bad side effects, or show no interest in food, then she would not recommend continuing the chemo. The chemo is something I would get once a week for several weeks, and then it would go to every other week.

Mawmee thinks I'm worth trying the chemo and seeing what happens. She would hate to feel like she had not done everything she could to keep me around for awhile. But, don't get your hopes up too much because lymphoma sucks, and it doesn't like to leave once it gets in!

Keep on purring for me this weekend - you'll have to purr like a pirate tomorrow - MOL! I'll update you later tonight after I get home!

Blue Badge of Courage

I spent the entire stinkin' day at the vet's office! I forgot to tell you that one of my paws has a shaved spot all the way around so it looks like I'm wearing Ugg boots on one front paw!

And now the girls are gonna swoon cause I have a bare belly too! It got shaved and gooped up so that the vet lady could look at my belly. She also took a needle and got some of those nasty cells out and sent them to be tested. It would take a miracle for those cells to not be cancer, but we're gonna hope until we hear the final word.

I got lots of fluids and medicine today and they left this thingy in my arm because I have to go back tomorrow and do it all over again. The thingy is wrapped in a blue bandage. It's kind of like Spunky's purple badge of courage, but mine is blue.

When I got home, Mawmee put me in the litter box, and I did a big pee wee. I've been laying in the living room all night. She tried to put me on the sofa with her, but I didn't want to be up there.

She keeps shoving the water bowl - which is really a cheap butter dish - in my face. I decided to make her happy, and I drank a little water.

I didn't want any of that stupid healthy food that the vet sent home with me. And you know I must be sick if I turn down Tiki! But, I did eat about two teaspoons of chicken baby food. Mawmee told me that Scooter would be proud of me since she loved eating chicken baby food.

I've spent the rest of the evening reading all the comments on my diary entry. Dang, I sure have a lot of pals! I appreciate all the purring. Between the purring and the angel wings flapping around me, it is so loud I can't sleep!

Thank you for all the encouragement through your comments, pmails, and rosettes. The number one reason we love Catster so much is the love and support we feel through the good and bad times. We have cried with you, and now we know that you are crying with us. It means more than you'll ever know.

I'll update you tomorrow if there is any news. I need to tell you about the fat rabbit in the lobby, and the big noisy bird at the vet's office who talks all day long!

The Nasty "C"

I've got bad news to tell you. I went to see my vet, and she took some blood, and then did an ultrasound of my belly.

I've got that nasty cancer. It is all around my stomach. It is a soft tissue type of cancer, so it was not the kind they could feel when they felt my belly.

That nasty cancer is the reason I have been wanting to eat so much the past few months. My stomach was not getting the nutrition that it needed, and I was always hungry. The cancer seems to be in the upper area, and my bowels do not appear to be affected.

The infection I have is probably a secondary infection. My liver values are fine, and my kidney values are not that far off from normal. But, the white blood cell count is elevated even more than it was when Daddy took me to the vet last week.

I'm staying at the vet's office today to get fluids and antibiotics through an IV. I'll come home tonight around 6 p.m.

I might go back to the vet tomorrow to have more fluids and stuff for my belly through the IV. If it helps me perk up and eat, then I'll be sticking around for a little while until my body says it's time to go to the bridge.

If the fluids and medicine doesn't help my appetite, then I'll be saying my goodbyes to my family and make my journey to the bridge.

I know.

It sucks!

Please save your rosettes. Mawmee and I know how much you all love me, and you all have been so generous the past week.

All of us are special, but I think Mawmee and Daddy like me the very best, so this is really sad for them. You don't have to cry because Mawmee is doing enough of that for everyone.

Thank you for all the purrs, and I sure would appreciate it if you would keep purring for me.

A Stubbon Pirate!

I'm a stubborn pirate today! I don't want to eat. I don't want to drink.

I've got my crew trained. The litter box has been moved to the sunroom so I don't have to travel upstairs to do my business. Of course, all the scallywags on this ship are also peeing in the litter box. I got a personal elevator ride into the box today to do my business.

The only other thing I've done is move to another spot to lay down every time food is put in front of me. I did lick about a teaspoon of chicken baby food off a spoon. I only did it because my pal, Scooter, whispered to me from the bridge, and told me I would like chicken baby food. I did it for her.

The Captain's wife thought she would be clever and put water in a different bowl to attract my attention. I knew it was just a butter dish and not a water bowl. So, I put my paw in it instead of drinking it.

I've been eating up until today, so my tummy must not be feeling good. I sure don't like my medicine.

I want to thank all of you for so many good suggestions and for all your nice comments on my diary entries, and for the gazillion rosettes. Mawmee cries when she reads them to me. I know she is very worried about me, and I'm doing the best job I can to stay strong. I'm an Olde Furt, you know, and I hope I can stay around here longer. Boomer and Spunky are guarding the Rainbow Bridge gate and sent me a message telling me I'm not allowed to come in yet.

I'll let you know what the vet says tomorrow after I get home. My appointment isn't until late afternoon.

Thanks again for all your purrs!

She's Back!

My Mawmee came home around 1 a.m. this morning! I was sure glad to see her, and she gave me lots of kisses. And then she helped Daddy put that awful medicine in my mouth.

I'm supposed to go back to the vet on Friday, but Mawmee decided to switch my appointment with Sugar's yearly visit, so I'm going tomorrow afternoon.

She thinks I look pretty ragged, and I told her she would look this way too if she had to take that yucky medicine. I'm going to find out if Mawmee and Daddy should start giving me fluids at home.

I also got some good info from Patrick and Scooter about a different form of the yucky medicine. The aluminum hydroxide phosphorus binder comes in a tasteless, odorless form and I would sure go for that! I'll be asking my vet about it.

I don't have any interest in food today, and I don't even want the pill pocket that has my appetite stimulant pill in it.

Daddy did a pawsome job taking care of us, but it was difficult for him to manage everything and his job too. Plus, he hasn't been feeling good, so he is going to his vet today.

Please keep purring for me. Mawmee is very concerned about me - I'm looking pretty thin and she wants me to get better right now. I'll do my best . . . . . . . .

Getting Back to My Pirate Self!

Daddy gave Mawmee an update on me this morning. He was pretty overwhelmed with taking care of me and all of us, and he thought I was taking potassium, but it looks like my liquid medicine is aluminum hydroxide - twice a day to help lower the blood phosphorous levels. He said more of it is on his pants today than in my belly - MOL!

I've been eating okay, and he also put a litterbox downstairs for me so that I don't have to make the big climb upstaisrs. But guess what? Gleek, Violet, and Newman think that new litterbox is cool, and they are using it too!

And Vivien almost got in the house today. And Daddy said if Violet doesn't stop whining, he is kicking him out, and Newman too - MOL!

Daddy said when the head cat is away, chaos reigns supreme! Thanks for the continued purrs!

I'm Home!

Thanks, pals, for all your purrs! I'm home! Daddy picked me up this afternoon. I'm pretty stressed out because I had to sleep away from home and hooked up to fluids and antibiotics.

The vet tech told Daddy that I ate a little bit of food last night and again this morning. I have an appetite stimulate to take twice a week. And I also have potassium to take in the form of liquid. Daddy has to put it in a syringe and get it in my mouth. The vet lady said cats don't like it, and I'm a cat, so I can tell you right now I'm not going to like it!

I'm not telling anybody where my infection is located. We're all just hoping that the medicine helps me get better. Mawmee is really sad that she can't be here to love on me, but she will be home on Tuesday.

I'll update you when I can. Thanks again, and keep on purrin' . . . . . . . .

Yo, O, O!

I've had two weeks of pals whose names began with an O - Ollie and Oliver. And now I'm finishing up two weeks of pals whose names end with an O - Phanto, and this week's pal, Ambro! I didn't plan it, but it sure looks cool, huh?

Ambro is his short name. His long name is Ambrogino, and it is Italian for immortal! Ambro was on death row, and there was an emergency posting on Catster. His Mom knew she didn't want him going to the bridge, so she said she would take him and find a home for him. Well, within a second of meeting him, she knew he wasn't going anywhere!

His girlfriend is Oly. I used to pronounce her name Oily until I realized that it is probably pronounced O-lee. Dang, all these O cats are hard to keep straight!

Ambro has a dog that he really likes named Geely. And of course, his cat brother is Gimme, and his diva cat sister is Ele'. I never have been able to pronounce her name!

I have to turn the volume down when I visit Ambro's page because he has a virtual cat on there that cries, and we all freak out when we hear it because we think that Vivien has come in the house or something! Hey, I wonder if Ambro would like another sister?

Ambro is a torti just like his girlfriend. They both have really dark colors in their fur. I guess that is why they like each other. Thankfully, there aren't many orange girls out there, so I am dodging the whole girlfriend thing if you had to base it on looking like each other.

Back in July, Ambro was concerned that he might have to find another home because there was a big stink at his house and he got blamed for knocking a coffee cup over that was near the computer. Luckily he is on Catster because he found out from all his friends that any Mom that keeps coffee near a computer can not blame a cat if something happens. He had the backing of all his friends, and he didn't get in trouble! That is what Catster friendship is all about - supporting one another!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Ambro! You make a pawsome pirate . . . . . . . .

The Pirate Wench!

Pirate Pansy is in big trouble now!

While I was getting my pirate on this afternoon - my photographer was getting my picture in my pirate hat - Pansy stole my pink parrot!

Look for yourself! Knowing her, she is probably on her way to California to hook up with that pink lovin' pirate named Gertrude Skullcrack!

There is gonna be some skulls cracked if anything happens to my pink parrot!

I think us boy pirates have outnumbered the girls, so it's only a matter of time before we bring them down! I know Pirate Boogers is working on a plan!

I'll be napping in the Crow's Nest until he calls me into duty!

The Phanto of the Opera!

Dang, I've got ESP! When I first decided to pick Phanto as my Pal of the Week, I said to myself, Calvin, I'll bet his name was supposed to be Phantom, and they ran out of room on the birth certificate!

I was right - sort of. He was going to be named Pablo, but then his people decided Phantom would be a good name. But, being California trend setters, they shortened it to Phanto! That makes Phanto one of a kind because there are a lot of Phantoms on Catster, but only one Phanto! So, if you haven't met him yet, get over and ask him to be friends.

Phanto is 9 and has really big golden eyes. He is solid white. I've never had a solid white brother before. Newman is semi-white. Phanto looks really clean, so he must spend a lot of time grooming himself . . . . when he is not chillaxin on a blanket or watching squirrels outside.

I gotta talk to Phanto about his eating habits. He doesn't like tuna, fish, chicken, or meat! He likes spaghetti-o's and vegetable juice. That is some weird eating, Phanto!

I could tell right away when I read one of Phanto's diary entries that he was going places in this world. He has goals - I mean, real goals. My goal is to squeeze as many meals I can into a day!

Look at Phanto's goals:

1. Meet new friends - you can help him reach that goal!

2. Stay in touch with his friends.

3. Write in his diary more!

4. Win more honors - if he keeps #3 going, he will achieve #3!

5. He would like to win in the World's Coolest Contest this year. Since I live with a winner (Gleek), I can tell Phanto that he needs to make sure his photographer is taking lots of cool pictures of him. And he should start now by looking through his pictures and saving the cool ones in a folder so he can find them easily when the contest rolls around.

6. Phanto would also like to be corralled, so when you invite him to be friends, you can help him achieve this goal too by corralling him!

7. Learn to make his page look better. I think he has one spiffy looking page right now, so this goal is pretty much accomplished!

I see Phanto lives with a white dog that smells like cornflakes. I think what Phanto needs is a solid black kitty to call his sister. We just happen to have one that is living on our front porch. I could fulfill a goal Phanto doesn't even know about by shipping out Vivien to him - MOL!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Phanto . . . . . . . .

Consider Yourself One of the Family!

Everytime I visit my pal's page, I sing one of the songs from his musical! My newest Pal of the Week is Oliver!

Oliver and his brother, Dewey, are super funny friends. You have to buy the special Oliver dictionary before you can read his diary or your pmails from him. They have their own language!

I can tell the brothers apart because Oliver is a darker orange color, like me. They are both very handsome manly mancats.

Oliver was recently a diary pick, and as a reward, he got Tiki cat! He sure has a pawsome Mommy. I don't think I got Tiki cat the last time I was a diary pick!

Oliver is kind of mysterious. I have several questions for him, like:

Why is your forum name is Mr. Kookamunga? Did you live on a deserted island at one time?

And who is the little neighbor girl that you are crazy about? Does she come to visit you? Does she bring treats?

And why do both us of have a Doris Day song on our page? Who is Doris Day?

I'm glad to see that Oliver is very spoiled because I think that is the only way to live - being spoiled! Oliver likes the sun, and his Mommy - we have that in common!

I had to take time out from this diary entry to do a flojectile, but I'm back now. I wonder if Oliver does flojectiles? I've got a lot to learn about Oliver!

Be sure to stop by and ask him to be friends today! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Oliver . . . . . . . . .

Word Up!

Wowza, I'm a diary pick today! Thanks for all the diary congrats. I'm glad to share the spotlight with my pal, Orvis. His little sister, Marvel Ann, is Diary of the Day. The little kids get all the attention.

My pal, Boogers, knows about little kids getting the attention. He has two brothers celebrating their birthdays today - happy birthday to Tiskers and Mittens. And Biscotti is their brother from the same mother or another mother or something like that. He is having his 2nd birthday today too!

Since I'm a diary pick today, I thought I'd give you a new word for your dictionary. It is a good word for me to tell you about since there was a surprise left on the floor today.

Making Clay is your new word. Do you know what it means?

Making clay is usually used by girls because they don't like when we boys say, doing a poopie! There are a lot of other ways we boys like to say it, but you know girls - they are so girly that they won't use words like poop or poopie!

So, Mawmee walks in to our room to clean out the litter boxes, and right in the middle of the floor someone made clay! I'm not telling who did it, but I think it was Samoa. Some other cat had already made clay in one of the boxes, and she doesn't like a diry box. I don't care if somecat has already made clay in the box, if I have to make clay, I'm gonna make clay! I usually make clay in the spaceship litter box.

Have a great day - and remember, making clay keeps the vet away!

Pee Ess - Be sure you don't leave any clay on your backside, or you'll have to get a wipe down! Gleek and Newman know all about that!

School is Kewl!

The young kids around my neighborhood started school a week and a half ago. Today is the first day back to school for my Daddy. He teaches college kids computer stuff.

He teaches juniors and seniors, but there was some event last week to welcome the freshman who are going into the College of Business. He said they are all cocky and try to act like they know so much. They'll get knocked down a notch or two when they get into his class - MOL!

He has had a motto he uses every year in his classes:

This is not Burger King!

And do you know what that means?

You can't have it your way!

MOL . . . . . . . . . .

Ollie the Orangie!

I'm really behind this week! I'm just now writing about my Pal of the Week, and it's almost time to pick another pal!

For a long time, I thought Ollie was a boy because there aren't a lot of orange tabby girl cats. But then I realized that Ollie is a persian, and there must be more orange persian girls than orange tabby girls. I also thought Ollie might be short for Oliver, but I think it's short for Olivia. I'm going to call her Olivia from now on cause I like formal stuff like that.

Olivia should really be named Pickles because she started out as a stray in some trucking terminal. She found a nice guy and kept hanging around him until one day he picked her up, put her in a pickle crate in the back of his truck, and took her to her new forever home.

Olivia Pickles is only 3 years old and she has some tooth problem I've never heard of before called FORL which stands for Feline Odontitic Resorbtive Lesions. For all you untechnical cats, that means her teeth dissolve from the inside out. It can be very painful and it is probably genetic because it usually happens to older cats. She has already had 6 teeth taken out, and will be toothless by the time she gets to be an Olde Furt.

We all know Lola had her teeth taken out, and cats can still eat just fine with no teeth, so I'm not worried about Olivia Pickles. She will do just fine!

She is a princess, and since she doesn't have any siblings, Olivia Pickles gets lots of attention! However, she isn't too crazy about attention from the grandchildren, and who can blame her? Kids are nothing but trouble and should be sent to an island until they are 21 - that is what my Grandpaw always said - MOL!

Olivia just got back from staycation where she was given the royal treatment! Be sure to stop by and say hello to her, and ask her to be friends!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Ollie . . . . . . . . . .

Nursery Rhyme Time!

You all know about that skinny little black cat that we have been feeding on the front porch, right? We think it is a girl because Mawmee can't see grapes or a fruit cup. She is going to call one of the neighbors today to see if the cat lives over in the next court.

Then there is the white and tan cat that sometimes hangs out in the backyard and woods. He looks like Victor Gibbs, and we're not sure if he is a stray or not.

Well, this morning Mawmee looked out the back window and saw something white up against the fence. She hadn't seen the kitty in awhile, and after seeing his tail flick, she realized what it was.

When she went down to feed Sugar, she decided to make sure the kitty wasn't hurt because it seemed weird the way he was laying against the fence. And, yeah, she conveniently took a bowl of dry food with her.

The kitty started to run away, but stopped over near the hotel on the woodpile. He came over and Mawmee petted him, and she set the bowl down. He wasn't interested in the food, and walked away.

Mawmee was hoping Daddy didn't see her take the food outside. She realized he was in the bathroom getting ready for work, and he probably didn't see her. She came upstairs to take a shower so she could get Sugar to the vet, and when she got to the bathroom, Daddy said to her:

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many cats, she didn't know what to do!

She started laughing, and he said he saw her give that kitty some food! BUSTED!

MOL . . . . . . . . . . .

Just Slip Out The Back Jack!

I'm starting back my Pal of the Week, and this week my pal is my local dude pal, Jack! Jack was a kitten on the streets when he found his forever home with his Mommy.

Jack is famous because he recently won a photo contest at one of our local radio stations. We voted on-line for him. I can't wait to hear about all the cool stuff he won. He has also been on the website Stuffonmycat, and won the Decades Contest they had, so maybe you've seen his pictures there too!

Recently Jack thought he had a cancerous tumor in his belly. His weight dropped from 22 lbs. down to 9 lbs. - wowza, that is some weight loss! The poor dude has been through a lot of poking and proding and stuff stuck where it shouldn't be stuck!

Well, it turned out the belly problem was a bleeding ulcer and he also has IBD. He is taking yucky medicine for the ulcer, and he also has to eat special food for his IBD problem. If any of you Olde Furts with IBD have food suggestions, Jack would love to hear about it. He isn't too crazy about the food his Mom has been giving him, and he can't afford to lose any more weight!

Jack is one cool cat, so if you're not friends, be sure to stop by and send him a purr and a friend invite! I know he would love to hear from you.

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Jack! I hope you get completely better real soon . . . . . . . . .

Your Comment!

I see Catster got smart, and now when you leave a comment on a diary entry, it says in red letters:

Your Comment Has Been Posted!

I don't think it said that before, and you know us cats, if you don't tell us, we'll hit that send button again, and then, dang, you've left your comment twice, and you look like a dweeb!

Sometimes if our typist clicks wrong, it will look like she left the comment, and then she feels like a dweeb!

No more dweebness now . . . . . . . . .

Rest in Peace, Tyler ~

I am so sad to hear that my pal, Tyler made his journey to the bridge.

I stayed up late tonight, and got the pmail that Hazel Lucy sent out to the OF group:

He collapsed at home and was rushed to the ER where he went into heart failure and was gently led to the angels.

I am crying for his Mommy and Daddy - they loved Tyler so much, and did everything to help him. I'm thankful he had some special moments with his family before he made his journey.

Many friends were there to greet you, Tyler. I know Spunky will show you around the bridge. Rest in peace, my pal . . . . . . .

Word Up!

Wowza, I've noticed that I haven't had to get my picture taken in any special hats or outfits lately.

I'm having a holidrawl! Are you having one too?

A holidrawl is depression caused by a lack of a holiday for at least a one-month period.

The biggest Catster holidrawl is from 4th of July until Labor Day! Then, the big holiday picture taking starts - Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas!

I say holidrawls should be celebrated! Why should we be depressed about not having to wear silly hats and costumes? Embrace the holidrawls! We need more holidrawls! My life was all about holidrawls until I became a Catster! MOL!

Trophy and Sad Purrs

I'm glad to see our trophy is back in the shop - and it is better than ever! Thanks, HQ, for listening to us!

Purrs to Boots' family. He journeyed to the Rainbow Bridge today where he will be a beautiful angel with his sisters, Susie and Flinders.

Rest in peace, Boots . . . . . . . . .

Roid Results!

My vet lady called today like she said she would. My thyroid is perfect!

Mawmee asked her about whether I should get rechecked in a few months on my pancreas. She said the one enzyme was elevated so little, and the others were normal, so she isn't too concerned about any problems. She said at my next normal visit, they will check it again.

Thanks to all of you for your purrs. I sure didn't mean to scare anybody by flojectiling blood! I went downstairs this morning to drink out of Sugar's big water bowl. I'm fascinated by it for some reason.

Have a pawsome weekend . . . . . . . .

Word Up!

I've got a new abbreviation for you today, and I'll tell you all about it with this story of my vet visit.

Daddy drove, and I was in my carrier on Mawmee's lap. She opened the top so I could look out, and she could pet me to keep me calm. I didn't cry as much so maybe that Comfort Zone wipe she used in my carrier helped.

When I walked in the vet's office, they all yell Calvin, sort of like they did Norm in that television show. I'm a big celebrity there. I got taken back to my exam room where I got out of the carrier and waited for the vet tech.

I heard fighting in the hallway, and then Rita came in the room. She said she and Sarah had a fistfight over who was going to be my vet tech today. Sarah must not have had breakfast because she lost the fight.

I got weighed first - 9.06 pounds - the same weight from March. I think I need to up my wet food feedings a day to every hour so that I can gain some weight - MOL!

Rita got really rude and did the you-know-what-in-the-you-know-where. It was normal. And so was my pulse.

Then my regular vet lady who has seen me a lot and loves me came in to check me over. She said my heart sounded strong, and she felt around my belly, and other than some gurgling, everything felt okay.

Phoebe - she also said I am not gay. They can tell that when they examine you!

We asked her about throwing up bright red blood. She said that it usually doesn't concern her too much if the blood is bright red because that means it probably came from a broken capillary in the esophagus. She said if you throw up something dark and it looks like coffee grinds, then you got problems. She said it takes a lot out of an Olde Furt when you throw up, and sometimes stuff like this happens.

Then I got taken in the back where the vampire lives. They took blood out of my neck, and I got to wait with Mawmee and Daddy while they checked my blood.

They sent some of my blood out to have my thyroid checked. The vet lady said my BUN was a little elevated. I told her I could stick it up higher in the air if she wanted me too. She rolled her eyes. My creatinine was perfectly normal - woo hoo! One of the pancreas enzymes was a little elevated, so we'll keep an eye on that and hope it isn't anything serious.

I got two shots - one antibiotic, and a shot to help me not throw up anymore. Then she said they were going to take me in the back and give me some fluids because I was a little dehydrated. $270 later, and I'm back in the car in my carrier on Mawmee's lap!

Okay, now here is your Word Up - IP!

Here is how it all went down. We're in the car, and Mawmee is telling me what a good boy I was at the vet's office. All of a sudden, she feels something on her leg. She looks over the carrier on her lap, and there it is . . . . . . . . IP:

Inappropriate Peeing!

I'm laying on my side and squirting pee all over the glove compartment. She is laughing hysterically, and saying,

Oh no, pee all over my car!

And then they all start laughing because they realize we're in Daddy's car! Then Daddy says,

Oh no, pee all over my car!

Dang, did they expect me to pee on the towel in the carrier? I don't want to lay in that pee! What do they expect to happen? They pump me full of fluids, and then expect me to hold it all the way home?

The good news: I don't have to go back to the vet on Monday! I should hear something about my thyroid tomorrow.

Thanks for your purrs . . . . . . . . .

Going to the Vet!

I was supposed to go to the vet on Monday for my yearly visit. But, this morning, I decided to throw up some blood. It wasn't much, but it was bright red. I ate my breakfast, and I'm acting okay.

Mawmee freaked out and decided to take me to the vet this morning. Daddy was going to work from home, so he is going too.

The vet lady I was going to see on Monday isn't in today, and the other vet lady I've seen is full of appointments, so I'm seeing some dude vet - he owns the place, so he'd better be good to me!

I'll let you know what happens when I get back. Mawmee rubbed one of those Feliway comfort zone wipes in the carrier to keep me calm because I hate riding in the car. She had the carrier on the counter, and Newman jumped in it and acted like he wanted to go!

Talk to you soon!

TMI!

Wowza, I sure got a lot of comments on my diary yesterday.

Here is another good initial word for you . . . . . .TMI - it means Too Much Information, and that is what I thought to myself when I read:

Granny panties!

Did you know there are some Catster Moms who wear these? It is a picture I'm trying real hard to get out of my head!

I think I liked Hazel Lucy's definition better - Got Pajamas?

And I found out Ivan isn't a water licking cat after all - he is just the world's laziest cat! MOL!

And about Oliver's comment:

Awl we kin add ta deez commentz beez YOPLRND!!

I've signed up for the Oliver and Dewey Language Class this fall, so hopefully after a few lessons, I can interpret this for you!

I'm also very disturbed to read what Edgar put:

Granny panties rule!

And Jaffa lives in a world where I never want to go - MOL. He said his Mommy wears what she calls Sturdy Kickers, and he gets real embarrassed on wash day. I hear ya, Jaffa! I guess Sturdy Kickers can double as hot water bottle covers, radiator hammocks, emergency camping equpiment, and shark traps! His Mommy gets her money's worth when she buys her granny panties!

Signing off ~

Calvin, WU
IANG

The ABC's of Initials

Have you ever noticed that some cats have initials after their names? I've had cats ask me what PAWS means cause you see that sometimes.

And then there are initials like:

RIP that my pal, Chumley has on his page. We all know that means Rest in Peace.

Sometimes RIP can be written like my pal, Roy Baxter Baxter ~ ATB which means At the Bridge.

RKN which is Registered Kitty Nurse - the two famous Catster nurses are Margo, R.K.N. and Smoochie Girl, R.K.N.

And then there is my pal, Ivan **WLC**. After reading his diary entry today, I asked him if WLC stands for Water Licking Cat. I don't know what **WLC** stands for but it must be important if it has two star thingys before it and two star thingys after it.

Today, the Cat of the Day is named Nero (HC on SOMC)! What in the cats is that all about? I know SOMC is Stuff on my Cats - what is he, the Head Cat on Stuff on my Cats? The Hot Cat? The Homeboy Cat?

There are also groups that use initials for their names. I saw one group called P*I*F which means Paw it Forward.

If you want a real challenge, try to figure out this group's name - Stuff on my Cat's CCLs in Their GPs. I think that sounds like a disease or something! Make sure you fit the category if you join this group because: this group is for all of us CCLs in our GPs from SOMC.

It's like a puzzle trying to figure out what all these abbreviations mean. Dang, whatever you do, don't go over to Dogster! They have more initials after their names. Dogs like to feel important, so whenever they do something, they add intials after their names!

Okay, I'm signing off now.


Calvin, IANG

Scaredy Cat!

Today I went downstairs to visit Sugar, but I completely ignored her and went to get a drink out of her big water bowl.

Newman was downstairs too. He was helping Daddy re-arrange furniture. I walked back into Daddy's study, and all of a sudden this red dot appeared on the floor.

I took one look at it, and it scared the bejeebees out of me! I ran upstairs as fast as I could. And the red dot followed me. I ran around the end of the kitchen island, and there it was - waiting to attack me!

If I had been wearing pants, I would have peed in them! And there was Mawmee, laughing at me and calling me a big baby!

I mean, the dot was giant, ginormous, - a real monster! You would have been scared too!

Word Up!

My pal, Mercy told me that I should have the song Word Up playing on my page. Well, you can tell that Mercy is way younger than me because I've never heard that song before.

Word Up is my new favorite song, and here are some of the lyrics that make it my favorite:


tell me what’s
The Word, ah – word up,
Everybody say when you hear the call
You got to get it underway,
Word up, it’s the code word,
No matter where you say it,
You’ll know that you’ll be heard.

We need to dance.
We don’t have that time
For psychological romance
No romance
No romance
No romance for me mama
Come on baby tell me what’s the word.
Ah – word up,
Everybody say when you hear the call
You got to get it underway.


Thanks, Mercy, for giving me the lowdown on the latest tunes . . . . . . I think I was taking a nap when that song came out . . . . . . .

Word Up!

To increase your vocab, I have a new word tonight. I got this word from my pal, Arnold P..

The word is . . . . . . . . SNORGLE!

Snorgle means to snuggle or hug something really cute. Dang, we all get snorgled a lot around here!

Here is how you use the word in a sentence:

After some Catster Moms saw his new main picture, Arnold P. is concerned because they want to put their face on his belly and snorgle him!

Do you get snorgled at your house? Who does the snorgling?

Eighteen Rocks!

Well, this is my third day being 18, and I think I'm going to like this age alot. The birthday rosettes are still rolling in - thanks! The Diary Gal likes 18 year olds too - thanks for picking me!

We were out of Tiki on my birthday - I know, can you believe it? So, last night I got my Tiki treat. I decided to share some with Violet and Newman since we all eat on the same rug in the kitchen. It was the most pawsome dinner ever! We were all smacking our lips and making noises that you only make when you're eating Tiki! There were no morsels left!

Daddy went out on the deck and said Samoa and I could come out there with him. The others can't be trusted on the deck - they would try to jump up on the rail or slip through the slats, and that would be very dangerous.

We inspected the newly cleaned and stained deck to make sure it was done right. While we were looking around, we saw three deer in our yard! Daddy told us to be very quiet so the deer wouldn't run away. I think I heard the baby deer yell happy birthday to me!

Happy Birthday to Spunky - he is going to have a pawsome party with his angel friends. I just realized a bunch of our family have birthdays in July - wowza, our friends are gonna be zealie broke! Remember, Spunky doesn't want any rosettes, and I've got enough to last me awhile, so please save them!

Have a pawsome day . . . . . . . . .

WOWZA!

After I picked the winner of The Cat in the Clover giveaway, I've spent the whole day reading all my pmails, rosettes, and special gifts!

Dang, you all said some pretty pawsome stuff to me, and it would take me 18 years to send pmails to everycat, so you'll have to accept this BIG THANK YOU from my heart for making this a super duper birthday.

Y'all said fun stuff! Of course, I knew I'd get some kisses from girls, and from some Moms. That cracked me up! Here is some of the what was in my pawsome rosettes:

Have a ball!
May your birthday be as special as you are!
Mum thinks you're gorgeous!
You go dude!
That is a grand age!
You get to make all your own decisions now!
You're the king!
An angel kiss - can you date yet? ANSWER - NO!
I hope when I'm your age I have as big a vocabulary!
I'm impressed!
A sun to match your sunny personality!
You do look very handsome on that video!
We vetoed the kissy rosette!
I hope I live as long as yous!
My hero!
My in-the-closet friend!
I'm all about bein yer frend!
You can vote now!
I'm kneading in your honor!
We all know who the ruler of your house is!
The best yet with better ones to come!
You are the King of Knead!
King for a day!
Paws in the air!
We all love you in a manly way!
Mommy wishes she could hug you to pieces!
Today you rule!
A birthday crown for the handsome Calvin!
King of the castle!
What's your secret? Tiki? Nip?
Have 18 more!
Hope you get Top Cat spot at your house!
All your kitty dreams come true!
Pucker up, Calvin!
Will you buy me some beer? MOL!
Have a jolly birthday!
18 is amazing!
You still look like a young whippersnapper!
Party like the rock star you are!
You rock!
Truckloads of treats!
Great year of health and happiness!
Many more furtastic years!
How do you look so young?
Continued good health!
You've still got it, and you know how to use it!
Meeeeeeennnnnny more uv dem!
Heaps of treats!
Move out - visit Ms. Tiki!
You're a boy, and you're a man, you're 18 and you like it!


Yep, I'm Kneader King of the Tiki Castle, and I'm 18 and lovin' it! Thanks for being such good friends . . . . . . . . .

Birthday Responsibilities!

I'll do another diary entry later, but I wanted to let everycat know that being 18 means I have more responsibility around this house!

The first thing I had to do this morning was pick a winner in The Cat in the Clover blogoversary giveaway. I think you will be excited when you see who won. Congratulations, ________ the _______!

Check out the video on the blog to see me in action!

I have the video on my page too (turn off my music at the bottom of the page)!

More birthday stuff to tell you later tonight!

Pretty Boombastic Fantastic!

As you probably noticed, Tyler is my Pal of the Week again this week. I've decided that until he is feeling a whole bunch better, he will continue to be my POTW. I think it sends him good vibes, and he sure needs them!

He got good news today from Dr. Sardine! Sure, the doctor spells it differently, but how funny is having a doctor named sardine? MOL!

Be sure to stop by and read Tyler's diary for all the latest scoop! The good news is he will probably be going home tomorrow!

He has been through a big ordeal - stuff was removed from his belly, and he will probably have chemo to help kill off all the tiny cancer that might have stuck around.

Tyler has a lot of cats purring for him, and it wouldn't hurt to add a few more, so if you don't have him on your purr list, please add him!

Good luck, Tyler, as you continue to improve and get stronger! We are all purring for you . . . . . . . . .

Stuff You Need To Know!

First, I want to tell you that Tyler-Mr. Boombastic is going to remain my Pal of the Week again this week. I think he is getting some good karma from it, so I don't want to jinx his recovery! Be sure to stop by and visit Tyler, and keep on purring for him!

Secondly, I want to tell you that today is The Cat in the Clover blog's first blogoversary! There is a giveaway, and all you need to do is leave a comment at the blog entry about the giveaway. I've got an important job in the giveaway next week!

And dang, I almost forgot that my birthday is next Sunday! If Hazel Lucy hadn't sent me a Happy Birthday rosette a week early, I would have completely forgotten about it! With Newman's birthday and all the bad stuff going on with Rocky, I'm getting shortchanged here!

So, to make it up to me, Mawmee said I could pick the winner of the blogoversary giveaway. I haven't figured out what creative way I'll pick the winner, but I've got a week to mull it over.

And you have a week to leave a comment, but today is a good day to get off your butt and do it so you don't forget! Don't leave the comment here, you have to leave it at the blog - HERE!

But you can leave me a comment too if you want . . . . . . . .

A Best Friend to Best Friends!

Mawmee got her Best Friends on-line newsletter, and there was a story about a lady who recently passed away and left money for an outdoor area to be built for the lobby cats in the building called Morgaines.

Here is the article with a picture of the lady. I'm pretty sure she is holding Sebastian whom Mawmee met and took pictures for Luke's Mommy. Luke's Mommy loves Sebastian, so I hope she sees this sweet picture of him!

The lady that died was a caregiver for the kitties in that building. The cats that live in the lobby don't have an outdoor area, but they will now because of this nice lady.

July 25th is a special day! Not only is it Newman's first birthday, but that week is special at Best Friends Animal Society because they are celebrating their silver anniversary - 25 years!

On July 25th, they are encouraging everyone to have a Party for a Purpose. The theme of the party is One Party, 5 Million Reasons - 5 million refers to the number of homeless pets that are euthanized each year in the United States.

You can find out how you can help the goal of No More Homeless Pets by checking out their website about the party!

Three cheers for 25 years of Best Friends!

Purring For My POTW!

My Pal of the Week is one super dude - Tyler - Mr. Boombastic!

Tyler is from Florida, but right now he is in the hospital and is spending the night there. What a bummer! Do you want to know why he is there?

Well, he is not eating and drinking much and acting kind of lethargic. He had blood work done, and there is some good news in that the blood work came back normal, and his temperature is normal, and his organs appear to be working okay.

He is in a funk, and we don't know why . . . . . and he isn't telling!

So, we are all purring and purring and purring for him, and we hope that tomorrow or the next day the vet can figure out what is going on. The vet has him on antibiotics and gave him fluids. Surely, that will make him feel better!

Now, let me tell you a little about Tyler. He is a world traveler because he was born in the Cayman Islands, and he has lived in three countries! Wowza, not many of us can say that!

Tyler is a real charmer - his Dad didn't like cats until he met Tyler, and now they watch television together.

When Tyler was a little boy, some stupid kid shot him in the eye with a BB gun. Tyler reminds me of Spunky - a handsome mancat that always looks like he is winking at you!

Tyler has a bunch of brothers and sisters, and he was very close to his sister, Missy, who went to the bridge in February. Tyler really misses his sister.

From looking at some of the cute pictures on his page, I think he likes his brother Clyde too because they are always hanging out together!

Please keep my pal, Tyler, in your purrs. He is good about updating his diary, so you can find out what is going on by corralling him. Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Tyler! Many purrs to you!

Phinny is Two!

Today my Pal of the Week is two years old! Happy Birthday, Phineas!

Phineas is his long, fancy name. I like to call him Phinny. You might not know Phinny, but I'll bet you know his diva sister - Luna! She is one of the girls that is crazy about me!

Phinny is Tonkinese. I think that means he plays with tonka toys. I've never had any tonka toys, so I guess that is why I'm not Tonkinese.

I'll bet he is the only Catster cat whose favorite toy is a dressage whip. Dang, I don't even know what one of those is, but I'll bet it is a fun toy! He is also a boy that likes feet. I don't know whose feet he likes, but he probably doesn't like stinky ones.

Phinny is very handsome and photogenic. I like his blue eyes. They are as blue as mine are green, whatever that means.

Phinny probably doesn't know this, but he is really luck to be in his forever home. You see, his family wanted an orange cat - mainly cause they saw how cute I am and Luna was begging for an orange brother. But, when they went to the New Hampshire SPCA, they saw Phinny and fell in love with him.

Now that Phinny is two years old, maybe it's time for an orange brother or sister. How about Lilo, Billie, Paula, Morris, or Caroline?

I hope you're having a super duper birthday, Phin! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . .

Word Up!

This new word is for all the Catster Moms. I see it alot at our house - especially after vacation! I'll bet you cats see it at your house too - even more if you have teenagers!

The word for today is . . . . . . . mow the laundry!

Mow the laundry is what happens after clothes lay piled up on the bedroom floor for weeks. I'm glad I don't have to do laundry!

Happy Canada Day to all my Canadian friends! Get your Canada on today, and if you're not from Canada, then go mow the laundry!

Best Friends Visit!

Some of our friends were asking about Mawmee and Daddy's visit to Best Friends Animal Society when they went to Utah on their vacation.

The Catster Blog lady - Skeezix's Mom - said she wanted to do an interview of their trip, so I wanted to let you know that sometime soon you can find out all about their visit on the blog.

You can also read the Catster blog for the story about Lucky Boo's Mom and her visit to Best Friends this year.

Mawmee and Daddy had a really good time on their vacation, and I'm really glad they are home. Mawmee said I look good, and not too thin, so I must have done okay with fewer wet meals.

I'm trying to get her back on the 6-wet-meal-a-day-schedule, but so far, it isn't working!

International Box Day!

Hey friends, I heard that today is International Box Day. Dang, who knew?

So, go find a box today and get in it! They are fun to sleep in, play in, or chillax in!

I'll miss you all while I'm on my staycation! See you on the 29th, and Happy Daddy's Day to all the Catster Dads on Sunday.

Silly Boy!

Do you know my Pal of the Week? He is Sebastian, or as he is called sometimes - Silly Sab!

Sab and I have been friends a long time. I think we met in the Brilliant Orange Cats Unite group, and now that he had a birthday this past Monday and turned 10 years old, we're Olde Furts together! You have to be 10 before you can become an Olde Furt.

He has a princess diva sister named Mackenzie. She is his older sister. My sister is younger, but they are both pains in the tush as most of you with sisters know!

The girl he is really crazy about is his Mama. His Mama wanted an orange cat named Sebastian - she even had a dream about it. But the timing wasn't quite what she thought. Sebastian was just a little kitty when he came to live in his forever home. He is lucky because all the other kitties in his litter have gone to the bridge.

Sab and I both love finding that special sun spot in the house to take our naps.

I thought it was funny when I read that Sebastian doesn't like bagpipes. I don't think I like them either but I don't know if I've ever really heard them. His neighbor boy must play bagpipes. Our neighbor boys ride a jeep in our court and that drives me crazy. Jeeps and bagpipes are about the same - noisy and annoying!

Sab's Mama fosters bunnies sometimes. If you want to really freak out, check out this bunny kissing Sab on the head! Can you believe he lives with bunny rabbits in the same room and he doesn't even want to eat them? The boy has some real self control. We'd love to have one of those bunnies at our house.

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week Sebastian. I hope your next 10 years are as much fun as the first 10!

Angels are Smart!

I found out from my angel friend, Maggie Moo that you can leave comments on a friend's photo! She is one smart angel - I told her the angels get all the Catster scoop before the rest of us do!

She said all you have to do is go to a cat's album, and under a picture there is a comment link to click, just like we leave comments in diaries!

Dang, how long have we been able to do this and we didn't know about it?

Try it out - it's a cool feature. Thanks, angel Maggie Moo, for sharing that pawsome stuff with us!

Happy Birthday!

I'm having to start this diary entry all over again because Newman walked on the keyboard and erased the first one!

Happy Birthday to our Mawmee today! She and Daddy went out to dinner last night because tonight she has her Red Hot group - it's a group of ten ladies who know how to get loud! They are going to one of their homes for a BBQ and bingo.

We got Mawmee a new chair for the sunroom. She is hoping it will still be in one piece when they get back from vacation. And then Samoa picked out pink shoes for Mawmee. Here is what they look like. Daddy was excited that when he placed the order because they were on sale. I think it means we still owe her a present - at least that is the way women look at stuff like this!

Happy Birthday Mawmee - I know she is older than me, and I'm an Olde Furt, so it must make her an Older Furt!

So Very Sad!

I'm really sad today. My Pal of the Week, Jake is not doing good.

He went to the hospital yesterday because he had a kitty cold and was not getting better. The vet wanted him to stay overnight so he could get fluids.

Today the vet said that with all the fluids Jake is getting, it is putting a strain on his heart. Jake also has CRF, and his creatinine is so high right now that he isn't going to the bathroom and getting rid of the fluids on his own.

It is a bad situation because if they reduce the fluids, he will have kidney failure, and if they keep giving him the fluids, his heart will fail.

Jake's brother Micah went to the bridge last October, so it is especially sad to think that Jake might be making his journey soon. Please send purrs to Jake - he is loved so much by his Mommy and Daddy - just like we all are - so you know how they must feel.

Jake's Mommy is bringing him home today, so he needs a miracle - please purr hard for my pal.

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Jake. We love you and hope that your miracle happens. No matter what - you are so loved by your family and all your Catster friends.

Word Up!

It's been awhile since I've given you all a new word to use. I've got a good one for you today.

Spreadage

I was talking to my pal, Arnold P., and he was asking me about our catnip that is growing like crazy in Daddy's garden. He wants his Mom to plant some in his garden, and he wanted the lowdown on catnip.

I told him to expect spreadage!

Spreadage is when something like catnip grows and takes over your garden.

Spreadage can also happen to your belly after you eat a big bowl of Fancy Feast! Gleek has natural spreadage of his belly!

Spreadage is also what your Mom does when she puts peanut butter on bread - she spreadages it all over the bread!

Spreadage also happens in one of our litter boxes when Violet pees. His pee has a tendency to spreadage all over the litter rather than stay in one small clump.

Try to use this new word today when you're talking to your pals.

How Marvel-ous!

My diary entry is going to be small for my Pal of the Week because she hasn't lived long enough to know much about her - MOL!

Meet my pal, Taz's new sister, Marvel Ann! She is a little squirt and is only two months old.

I think the thing that impresses me the most about this little ball of fur is how quickly she realized that if she is going to live in that house, she has to dress up! Her picture with the red white and blue hat and the flag in her paw is pretty dang precious!

Marvel Ann's family was down to five cats and they were feeling a little empty. So, they decided to get a little squirt so that Orvis would have someone to play with, and Taz would have someone to write about in his diary! She and Orvis are already getting along good. He likes to sit and watch her play, and they eat each other's food. Sort of like me and Newman.

I can tell that Marvel Ann is gonna be a princess - she wears a pink collar, and she sleeps in a pink bed.

She is going to be spoiled too! She has already gone on field trips to her Mom's workplace. I've never been on a field trip before.

Marvel Ann could use more friends, so be sure to stop by and say hello to her and corral her too so that you can keep up with all the cool stuff she is going to experience as she grows up!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Marvel Ann. I think you're pretty marvel-ous . . . . . . . . . .

Aldo Auction!

Since Samoa has already written in her diary today, she asked me to mention the Aldo Auction.

The auction runs through midnight Monday (Eastern daylight savings time, so you California cats better bid early)! There are some pawsome items, and you need to check them out - 90 in all!

Click here to go to the auction blog!

The Good Girl!

Do you know the good girl?
The good girl . . . . the good girl
Do you know the good girl?
Her name is Lo, oh, la!

My Pal of the Week is Lola! Lola was sent to her forever family by my good angel friend, Scooter. Scootie Patootie knew that her parents were really sad after she went to the bridge, so she found a cat that needed help.

Lola was a good girl when she came to her new home a couple of months ago, but her mouth was a real mess! She didn't have good owners before and they didn't realize how important dental hygiene is for us Olde Furts.

So, Lola got all her teeth taken out, and that made her an even gooder girl than before.

Lola is a Burmese. I did some research on Burmese cats. They are known as bricks wrapped in silk! They also have the ability to hypnotize their owners with their pretty eyes, and they follow their people around sort of like a dog!

I'll bet her Mom doesn't know this, but here is what else I found out about Burmese cats:

They can be addictive, and like potato chips, you may find you cannot have just one!

Lola's big adventure right now is playing on a cat tree that she got. She has a cute video on her page about her first cat tree that had to be replaced because of wrong parts. I think she is gonna love her new cat tree!

You won't believe this - not only is Lola like a dog and a potato chip, but she is like boy too because she talks about farting and stinkin' up the place! You gotta love that in a girl! The vet told her to eat yogurt for the stinkies, and she doesn't like it, so she might keep on talking about her poot problems - that would be pawsome!

Lola is gaining weight too, and I'm glad about that because she is a tiny, good girl.

If you haven't met Lola, please stop by and ask her to be friends. I think she would love it!

Thanks for being my Good Girl Pal of the Week, Lola!



11111 - that is Newman jumping off the computer and typing his coded hello to Lola!

POTW Birthday Time!

Today, my Pal of the Week celebrates his 14th birthday - Happy Birthday to Toulouse!

Toulouse is one of two birthday cats featured on The Cat's Meow today! A big happy birthday shout out to Taz too - he is 20 years old today! Taz is an inspiration to teenagers like Toulouse and me!

I've been friends with Toulouse for a long time. Did you know that Toulouse is an artist? He is sort of like a clown at a party that makes things out of balloons, but Toulouse likes to make things out of pipecleaners. He could be rented out for parties and make a lot of money!

Toulouse also likes to talk - I think mainly because he is a Siamese, and they are talkers. We could carry on a conversation if we talked to each other. Here is what it would sound like:

Toulouse: Mama, Grandma

Calvin: Right now

Toulouse: No

Calvin: Right now

You all might not get the real deep meaning in that conversation, but we would know what we were talking about, huh, Toulouse?

Toulouse has high blood pressure so he takes medicine for that, and he eats special food too. The only treats he is allowed is a little yogurt or cottage cheese from his Mom's fingers. I guess that is how he maintains his boyish figure.

His favorite color is pink, and he has a girlfriend named Athena. There is only so much I can do to discourage the use of pink or girlfriends. There is only one of me, and so many cats to get to before it's too late! Yeah, I know I won the Men in Pink - Best in Show award, but you haven't seen that contest around since I won it.

Toulouse is one swell pal, whether he is in pink, or without wearing anything! I hope your birthday has been pawsome, and thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . .

Just Dew It!

My new Pal of the Week has actually been my Pal of the Week for almost two weeks! I was so busy with the Kentucky Derby and stuff that I didn't name Dewey as my pal until mid-week. So, in order to get a whole week as my pal, he is getting a week and a half!

I first met Dewey and his brother Oliver when I came upon their page and laughed at all their photo captions!

Dewey is from Wisconsin. That is why he talks the way he does - it is his northern accent. I have to really concentrate when I read his diary or pmails, and he cracks me up!

Dewey was found by his Mommy in a garage sitting on a Harley seat. She decided to keep him because he was not old enough to drive the motorcycle.

Dewey-Dewey-Bah-Bah-Louie, one of his funny nicknames, is really part dog. He protects his house and doesn't like trespassers! His parents don't have to worry about paying for an alarm system.

He and his brother are bestest friends - like me and Violet. But his brother looks like him. They are both very handsome mancats and they have big eyes like me!

Even though Dewey is a lot younger than me, we both have lots of beds by windows. Dewey likes comfort, and so do I!

You know what is really cool? The first friend that shows up on Dewey's list is the Catster Cat! If you're not Dewey and Oliver's friend, you gotta get over to their pages and ask them to be friends with you!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week and a Half, Dewey . . . . . .

A Friend Indeed!

Today I got a package in the mail. It was from my pal, Gimme!

I wondered what Gimme would be sending me, and when I opened the box, I did a big MOL!

We all did a big MOL!

Gimme is one pawsome pal. He can't look at a plastic bag or a plastic milk ring without thinking about us.

So, what did he do? He started collecting them, and he sent me a big bag of bags - all nicely folded! And a bag full of milk rings!

Woo hoo . . . . . . we can keep on peein' and poopin' at our house!

And woo hooo . . . . . . . the Ring-A-Dings can keep on getting made!

Thanks, Gimme!

It's Good To Be Calvin Re-Do!

Do you remember this diary entry from two years ago? That diary was written after Calvin Borel won the Kentucky Derby!

And now he has done it again! Violet is happy because he picked the winning horse - Mine That Bird, and I'm super happy for my pal, Calvin Borel!

He won yesterday's Kentucky Oaks on Rachel Alexander, and he won today too! Only seven other jockeys have won both the Oaks and Derby on the same weekend!

Thanks Wilson J. Scooter for a pawsome derby party!

OMC - Diary Comments!

Wowza, have you seen the latest thing on Catster?

Maggie Moo told us about it in her diary! You can now leave comments directly on a cat's diary entry!

Maggie Moo left my very first diary comment! That is so super cool - I guess all the angels found out about it first!

How pawsome . . . . . . .

A Horse is a Horse, Of Course, Of Course!

We had a family meeting tonight, and we all picked our horses for the Kentucky Derby this Saturday. Wait til you see who I picked!

Here is who each of us will be cheering on in the big race:

Samoa - Regal Ransom

Sugar - Chocolate Candy

Violet - Mine That Bird

Gleek - Summer Bird

Newman - Hold Me Back

and my pick . . . . . . . . . . . .

Mr. Hot Stuff ! ! ! !

National Hairball Awareness Day

I'm aware of them.

I guess that is all you need to know.

Be aware of hairballs.

They will make you gag.

Oh yeah, if you're gonna have one, here are my suggestions based on personal experience.

1. Have one in the dark, preferably on the bed with your parents.

2. Try to avoid the towel that will be put under you. Make them work for that hairball in the towel if they want it so badly!

3. Find a good rug - you know, like a tapestry, or oriental.

4. Never leave one on a floor, but do leave the liquid that comes before the hairball comes on the floor. Right where they might step in it.

5. Just when they think you've blah, blah, blahed for the last time, do it one more time for good measure.

6. Let them comb you so that they think there won't be any more hairballs. We know better, don't we?

7. Be sure to have a brother from another mother in your same color. That way you can blame them. I don't have experience with this since I'm the only orangie in the family.


Okay, now get out there and be aware of hairballs!

Cats Outta Da Bag!

Dang, if you could see all the purses and totebags in this house, you'd wonder why she is making more!

Mawmee said you can't find a good cat purse, and she has found lots of cute cat fabric, so she decided to make some.

Of course, I've been supervising - from the bed - and told her that Cats Outta Da Bag would be a pawsome thing to call those bags. It's a cool name because it reminded me of the way Dewey and Oliver talk.

She finished the first one last night, and now it is in The Cat in the Clover Etsy shop. Check it out - it would make the purrfect gift for Mother's Day. And speaking of Mother's Day, I told her I needed a necktie for Mother's Day, so she is gonna make some of those too!

And while you're shopping, go over and check out the super duper auction for Teal'C's family. There are pawsome items for cats and people! If you see something you like, bid on it in the comments section of the item. Be sure to leave your Catster ID or an email so they can contact you if you win!

Happy Earth Day . . . . . . . .

Razz-a-ma Taz!

Today is my Pal of the Week's 15th birthday - happy birthday Taz!

Taz lives pretty close to me - in Indiana. When Mawmee and Daddy went to Indianapolis to watch the U of L basketball games, I don't know why they didn't go have dinner with Taz!

Taz and his Mom are best friends. Taz used to live with his Mom's sister which would be his aunt now but it was his Mom then. Are you following this cause it is complicated?

I was gonna tell you a funny story about Taz, and when I read it, I said to myself, dang, I've read this somewhere before, so I went through my list of Pals of the Week, and I discovered that Taz is one lucky cat - because this is the second time he has been my Pal of the Week! MOL!

Taz has a sister named Rayne. He didn't like her at first, but they get along really good now. Rayne is an awsome painter, and I think she should sell her paintings and get lots of money and become famous.

Taz and I have a couple of things in common - we both knead, and we both like Fancy Feast! He also likes McDonald's! Next year when he gets his driver's license, he can drive to McDonald's all by himself! I hear all the cool cats hang around by the McDonald's and talk shop.

Taz has some pretty cute videos on his page - you need to check them out. It looks like he might have a problem with a nip addiction!

I like that Taz wears a collar. Mawmee wishes we would wear collars. We all have them for emergency purposes, but she thinks cats look cute wearing collars.

And I'll tell you a secret - she thinks we look cute wearing clothes too, and that is enough to make me gag! I see Taz is lucky because he doesn't have to wear clothes!

I hope your birthday is super duper! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . .

The People Vet

Mawmee had to go to the people vet place today for an outpatient procedure.

She said it is something that people don't like to talk about, but she thinks it is a very important screening, so she said I could mention it here for all of you to tell your parents.

When you get old like she and Daddy are - you know, 50, they recommend you go to the people vet and have a tube put up your butt to take pictures.

Dang, I'm glad I'm not 50!

Anyway, they put you in la-la land while they do the procedure, so you aren't aware they are doing it.

The worst part is the day before the butt pictures are taken because you have to get your butt all clean and smiley for the camera.

Another reason I'm glad I'm not 50 is because you can't eat for a whole 24+ hours. I'd probably die.

She did really good except the nurse couldn't get her IV in, and it took three tries. On try number two, she started feeling faint, and almost passed out. She got all sweaty, and they gave her oxygen and put a cold rag on her neck. She said that was the worst part of it all!

She came home with pictures that are super cool, and I want her to frame one and hang it over the mantle!

Another good thing is if you get good clean pictures, you don't have to do it again for 10 years! She told me that 98% of colon cancers can be cured --- if it is caught in time. The only way to catch it is to get the butt pictures taken.

So, find out how old your parents are, and make them promise to get this done so that they will be around for you for a very long time!

Now, let's hope this diary entry doesn't make it on the pick list tomorrow - MOL!

Eight is Great!

Today my Pal of the Week, Ele' and her brother, Gimme, are celebrating their 8th birthday.

Now the big mystery to me is why Ele' wants to share her birthday with her brother. After all, she is a girl, and girls like to be the center of attention! I guess since she is the only girl at her house, she gets plenty of attention. She has a brother named Ambrogino too.

Ele' was a barn cat, and the people that owned the barn didn't want cats anymore. So, she got shoved in a box and was taken to some place where she was put on display to see if anybody wanted her.

It took some convincing by the lady at the display place to Ele's Mommy, but Ele' finally found her forever home! Gimme came around later to keep Ele' company.

Dang, I was gonna give you a link to a picture of her when she was a little kitty, but those links next to our pictures aren't there anymore! That stinks!

If you look at Ele's face, she looks like a female Diego, except her half mustache is on the other side. If they both looked in the mirror together, you'd see a cat with a complete mustache. She lives in Florida, and it's okay for girls to have half mustaches in Florida. Don't ask me why, I just know stuff like that.

Her nickname? Go ahead and guess - Princess! She also likes pink, Hello Kitty, and catmos. I think the drinking age in Florida is seven, so she can get away with it. She also has a boyfriend named Oreo - he is black and white too.

Her real name is Elephaba Harriot. I figured that name means something, so I googled it. Guess what I got when I googled it? A link to Ele's Catster page - MOL!

We've all been purring for Ele's Granpapa cause he had surgery and now her Granmama has some heart problems, so we'll purr for her too.

I hope you and Gimme have a pawsome birthday, Ele'! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . . .

Go Orange and Pink!

Today is the ASPCA's Go Orange for Animals day! I've got a lot of orange on my page, but I'm wearing a pink wig because today is a special birthday for the girl we all know who loves pink! Happy 18th birthday to Rocky Ann! I remember when Rocky Ann turned 16 and got a car and learned how to drive. Pretty soon she will be allowed to drink. Dang, maybe in California she can drink at age 18. They do stuff a lot earlier in California than we do in Kentucky!

To support Go Orange for Animals, I've picked an orangie to be my Pal of the Week! Meet Henry! Henry is an orange boy just like me, and you won't believe all the things we have in common!

1. Henry likes to be called King Henry. I think King Calvin has a nice ring to it!

2. Henry knows when he wants to eat, and he better get his food when he wants it!

3. Henry gets hairballs. No wonder, have you seen his super duper long hair?

4. He likes laps and purring - I told you we had a lot in common!

5. His favorite color is purple, and my favorite brother's favorite color is purple!

6. The only Valentine Henry needs is his Mommy - the boy is smart!

7. I had to dig through his diary to find out where he lives. He is from Texas, so we don't have that in common cause I've never been to Texas.

8. Henry loves naps. Duh - naps rock!

9. Henry is an only cat - we sure don't have that in common, but anytime he wants a brother, I'll send him one!

Stop by and visit Henry, send him a friend invite while you're at it! Thanks for being orange every day, Henry, and thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . .

Happy Birthday!

My Pal of the Week is no fool - she is a cool gal celebrating her 11th birthday today - Happy Birthday, Kittanna!

I like Kittanna, but I'm glad I don't live at her house because she has a bunch of sisters - Taillee, Zilla, and Lilly! Can you imagine four girls together? I'm glad it's mostly boys at my house!

Okay, let me tell you about Kittanna. She was found in a shelter because her original people died and there was no one to take her. Lucky for her, she found a pawsome forever home!

Kittanna can't see out of one eye. She belongs to Spunky's group called We're One-derful, and she is wonderful because she tries to help keep that group active.

She is also in my Voki Madness group, and I know that she is very nice about leaving messages on cats' Vokis when they are diary picks and stuff.

I saw something on Kittanna's page that concerned me, so I'm gonna mention it here in case other cats don't know about it. Kittanna likes stuff with garlic. Besides making you stinky, garlic is bad for cats!

Apparently, onions (and garlic to a lesser degree) contain a substance that can destroy the red blood cells in cats. It can cause a type of anemia called Heinz body anemia. Just think of ketchup - it's red, and garlic does stuff to your red ketchup.

So, my birthday present to Kittanna is to tell her to just say no to garlic in the future!

Kittanna reminds me of the black kitty that has been hanging around our woods because they both have a little spot of white on their chests. Kittanna's Mommy always wanted a black cat, and now she has a pawsome one!

Be sure to stop by and check out how pretty Kittanna and her sisters' pages are - they know how to decorate. I think they watch HGTV.

Happy Birthday, Kittanna, and thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . . .

He's a Teenager!

My pal, Arnold P. is having his 13th birthday today! He is very excited about being a teenager because he said when you are a teenager you get acne, and you can stop bathing and be stinky!

There are other things he will find out today since he is 13.

1. You are required to get one ear pierced.

2. You can get a tattoo.

3. You start wearing your hats backwards.

4. You can be in love, and sing that song, Teenager in Love.

5. Your voice will change. Mine hasn't changed yet. I still talk like a girl, and if I've ever left a message on your Voki, you know what I'm talking about!

6. You can bulk up and look like a manly mancat. Tiki helps you become a manly mancat.

7. Old people will get on your nerves.

8. There is peer pressure - you know, smoking, drugs, sex. Just say no is a good motto to live by. Nip is okay, but stay away from anything stronger!

9. You might need to get a summer job so you can have some pocket change. I do modeling over at Etsy to get money. Catching mice is another good part-time job, and Arnold P. has already started doing that, so he will be rolling in the dough soon!

10. Cat acne. I'm lucky, I don't have it, but Samoa does and she isn't even a teenager yet! When you're a boy, it's kinda cool to have cat acne, but you can imagine how a girl feels about it!

11. You can't sneeze and wipe your nose with your paw. You have to ask for a kleenex. I hate this rule.

12. In addition to your body stinking, your breath might stink too. This means you need to go to the dentist. I know, growing up sucks!

13. You can get a tongue stud. I like being a regular stud, and not worrying about whether my tongue is a stud or not.


Well, there you have it! Thirteen things about being thirteen! Happy Birthday, Arnold P., Mr. Teenager . . . . . . . . . . .

POTW Birthday!

Tomorrow my Pal of the Week has her 6th birthday! Happy Birthday to Colleen!

I've been friends with Colleen for a long time. She lives with her Meowmy, and she also has a Grandmaw and Grandpaw that spoil her!

Colleen is known for a couple of things. The first one is nip addiction! Those of you who have the same addiction know how habit forming it can be. Colleen even writes poetry when she is on a nip high - MOL!

Colleen also likes to occasionally eat people food. She has been known to steal stuff off her Meowmy's plate when she isn't looking. When you're young like Colleen, you can get away with stuff like that. I don't jump on chairs, so I haven't tried it, but Violet has done that too!

Colleen also likes to stroll in her stroller. When she visits her vet, she will go in her stroller if the weather is nice.

In addition to her nip addiction, Colleen likes to chew on anything rubber. Good thing she doesn't have a doggie living with her because most of the toys for dogs are made out of rubber, and Colleen would want them!

I'm sure she will have a super duper birthday tomorrow cause her Meowmy loves her very much. She even made her a birthday cake - how pawsome!

If you don't know Colleen, stop by and send her a friend invite! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Colleen! I hope your birthday tomorrow is full of all the things you love - pizza, rubber, nip, and strolling!

Earth Hour

I was reading Ele's diary, and she was telling everycat about tomorrow being Earth Hour where you are supposed to sit around in the dark for an hour. Ele' is gonna tell ghost stories at her house.

We already had our Earth Five Days this past winter when we were in the dark for what seemed like forever and we almost froze our tails off.

The rest of you can participate in Earth Hour. I've already done my part. I like to get that junk over with as soon as possible.


MOL . . . . . . . . .

Word Up!

Okay, pals, it's time for a new word. This word reminds me of my friends Oliver and Dewey because of the way they talk. They crack me up!

The word is . . . . . . . . Cewebrity!

Here is what it means:

An internet personality who has become famous - a celebrity of the web!

So, for example, the Cewebrities on Catster today are:

Cat of the Day - Scaredy

Cat of the Week - Baby Girl

Diary of the Day - Spot


Have you ever been a front page Catster Cewebrity?

Don't Forget the Mr.!

My Pal of the Week this week is Mr. Sam!

The bestest thing about Mr. Sam is how friendly he is to everycat. I'm in several groups with Mr. Sam, and he is always the first cat to welcome a new member, or congratulate a cat about something.

I think if you have a Mr. in front of your name, it automatically means you are kind and considerate. That is why we call him Mr. Sam and not just plain Sam.

His birthday is on Tax Day - April 15th! I guess his Mom and Dad felt funny about calling him Uncle Sam! They didn't really name him for Uncle Sam. You'll have to stop by his page and read his bio to find out why he is named Sam!

Mr. Sam and I have a couple of things in common. We like boxes, and we like to eat a lot of small meals during the day!

Mr. Sam was the runt of the litter, but he outlived all the other siblings. I think eating a lot of small meals has something to do with that!

He had a brother named Mr. Pink! I think Mawmee needs to start calling us Mr. Violet is already called Miss Vi which is dang confusing because he is a boy! I wonder if Mr. Pink ever thought he was a girl because he was a girly color?

Okay, back to Mr. Sam. He has been an angel since last June. I know his Mom and Dad miss him so much because he was very close to them. He also has a human brother that misses him too. But, being an angel is a lot of work on Catster cause there are always new arrivals that you have to help, and Mr. Sam is the best greeter the Rainbow Bridge has ever seen!

Thanks for being a great pal to everycat, Mr. Sam, and thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . . .

No More Whispers!

Well, I'm back to talking normal. And my eyes are more open and alert. And I've had two meals since my dental appointment. I'm feeling much better and I think the reason I did so good was because so many friends were purring for me. Thanks a bunch!

Now, if you want to see something cool, go look at my tooth picture - it's the canine dog tooth that I told you about yesterday. The tooth is cool cause it is all bloody looking at the top, and it is hollow - like somebody drilled a hole in it!

And then if you look at the next picture, you'll see my nekkid leg. It looks like I'm wearing furry boots - MOL!

Thanks to all my friends who have pmailed me too. There are a lot of toofie stories out there in Catsterland! Seems like a lot of us are walking around with missing teeth!

i'm home

you'll have to come in really close to read this cause i have to whisper. i'm surprised i'm not talking like dewey and oliver cause i'm missing two more teeth.

did you see on the homepage the question about whether cats chew their food? i won't be chewing it any more, i'll be gumming it. mol.

what a bummer that my paw bandage was red instead of green. sarah blew it on that call. she said she thought about the green bandage, but gave me red. i wanted green.

i'm still pretty loopy, but i did hear that my pal, scootie patootie, sent a new sister to her mommy and daddy. i'm so happy for them.

and in the lobby was billy and bob - those two big, ginormous rabbits. i told them where to hide the eggs this year, and if they didn't listen to me, i would have them for dinner.

thanks so much for being concerned about me today. i'll be back to normal in a day or two.

wait til you see the picture of my hollow canine tooth. who needs a tooth in your mouth that is named after a stinky dog. that's what i say!

erin go bra and all that irish stuff.

knead on ~

Toofie Update!

I got a call from Sarah, Calvin's favorite vet tech, with an update on his dental cleaning. I knew he wouldn't mind if I wrote in his diary because lots of his friends are concerned about him.

He is slowly coming out of the anesthesia. He is in a cuddle bed I took for him, and Sarah put a blanket over him, and even has a heater nearby - she loves Calvin too!

He had two teeth extracted. One was a tiny back molar that almost fell out on its own.

The other was the lower canine tooth - that big pointy tooth. She saved the tooth because she said it was so interesting - almost hollow in spots.

Both teeth were on his right side, and that is the side he has been avoiding when he eats, so it must have been painful for him.

His blood pressure was normal.

I'll be picking him up around 4:30 this afternoon. Thank you for all your sweet rosettes and pmails. As you know, Calvin is one special boy in this house, and we don't function very well without him around - he is the household clock!

I'm sure he will be updating his diary when he gets home. He mentioned something this morning about telling everyone about Billy and Bob.

Happy St. Patrick's Day from the Mawmee!

The Midnight Hour

I heard Mawmee tell Daddy that all food and water has to be picked up when they go to bed tonight.

I can't have anything after midnight. Dang, the others are gonna starve too!

I go to the vet to get my teeth cleaned in the morning. I might end up getting that one bad looking tooth pulled, but I sure hope not.

Nurse Pansy said she is ready for duty. Have you seen her instruments? I'm not sure I'll need her services - MOL!

I think it's a pretty crummy deal to spend my 3rd Catster Anniversary knocked out with people messing around in my mouth!

There better be a good treat when I get home cause I'll be starving! Thanks for all the purrs for a good check-up. Going under anesthesia is always a little scary, but I'm a brave boy, so I'll be fine!

I'll say Happy St. Patrick's Day now since I won't be home until late in the afternoon tomorrow.

New and Improved!

My vet just called.

I've improved! Well, my kidney values have improved since the last time. It's important to have a normal creatinine, and mine has gone from abnormal back to normal!

My bun is still a little elevated, but I think that is because I like to show off my bun, so keeping it elevated lets everybody see it better.

My thyroid is normal.

My pee is normal.

She said sometimes older cats will have elevated blood pressure and that will help the kidney values because the blood is pushing through faster. So, that might be a reason that my kidney numbers got better.

She said diet will also improve the kidney values, but I ditched that stinkin' kidney food, so the only explanation is that eating more wet food - yeah, like every two hours - is giving me more water, which helps the kidneys.

So, I'm going in Tuesday to have my teeth cleaned. She will check my blood pressure then to make sure that it is okay.

I'm gonna be around a long, long, long time! I'm like that Benjamin Button Dude!

MOL . . . . . . . . .

A Ruined Hour of My Life!

Dang, today is Friday the 13th, and it has been unlucky so far! I was waiting for my second meal of the day when I got stuffed in some stupid Febreze carrying case and whisked off in the car.

I cried my car cry for awhile, but then Mawmee put her hand in the carrier and petted me and told me the girls at the vet's office hadn't seen me in awhile, so I quit crying.

When we got there, two of the girls screamed out - you know, like they do when they see Brad Pitt or George Clooney - there is the hungry boy!

I immediately saw the two big fat white rabbits, and we went over to say hello to them. But, then they told me my room was ready, so I had to go.

Rita was the vet tech that saw me. Sarah was helping with surgery, so I didn't see her until later. Rita weighed me, listened to my heart, and stuck that thing in my butt. I weigh 9.06 - down about a pound.

Then Dr. RR came in. I told her that it wasn't necessary to do anything to me because all the Olde Furt Mommies already diagnosed my problem.

She looked in my mouth and one of my back teeth had a lot of gunk on it, and the gum was really red. She said that the tooth might be chipped, and if the blood work comes back okay, then the tooth could be the problem.

I haven't been eating as much dry food and Mawmee was suspcious that it might be my teeth. The doctor said my heart sounded good and that sometimes if you have a thyroid problem, there will be a heart murmur.

They took me to the back where the vampires wait to draw your blood. They got some pee too - probably because I sprayed it all over them. I asked them if they had heard about Hazel Lucy's itchy butt, and they didn't know anything about it, so I told them all about her scooting and stuff.

The bloodwork should be back tomorrow, and if everything is normal, then they're going to look at my teeth.

I was very good on the way home, and when I got home, Newman came over and started helping me get the vet stink off me. I even ate some dry food!

Thanks to all my friends who were purring for me today. I'm hoping the rest of the day will not be unlucky . . . . . . . .

Miss O'Prissy!

Today, my Pal of the Week is celebrating her 14th birthday! Happy Birthday, Kayleigh!

I first met Kayleigh and her family because my sister, Autumn, became good friends with Kayleigh's doggies - Kaci and Conner.

Kayleigh must be related to Newman because they are both white, and they were both rescued from bushes! Kayleigh's Mommy found her crying in the bushes, and there was going to be a really bad ice storm so she brought Kayleigh in the house.

And then when the ice storm was over, she let her back outside so she could go home. But, guess what? She was already home, so she came back in the house! And guess what? She had kitties in her belly - six of them! All her kitties found good homes.

Kayleigh is a Turkish Angora. I think that is a fancy name for cat with a lot of hair. You would think a cat with a lot of hair would like to get it brushed, but Kayleigh doesn't like getting brushed. Interesting, huh? I thought all girls liked getting brushed.

Another intersting thing about Kayleigh is her flojectile problems. She flojectiles if it is too warm in the house. Dang, I've never heard that before!

Another interesting thing about Kayleigh is she doesn't like treats. I'll bet she would like Tiki if she ever tried it!

Another interesting thing about Kayleigh is she sees ghosts! She should get to know Chelsea Louise's Mommy cause she is a ghostbuster! I see white streaks going through the dining room every once in awhile. I thought it was a ghost, but Violet told me it was just Newman!

If you're not friends with Kayleigh yet, you need to stop by her page and send her an invite! You'll be glad you did.

I hope you've had a pawsome birthday, Kayleigh! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . .

Word Up!

My pal, Spot pmailed me today and told me that he came up with his own word, and that word is Cavinified! I like that new word, and I have a word for you all today.

The new word is . . . . . . . . . pimpal!

It isn't another name for a zit.

And it isn't another name for a pal who is a pimp.

I made up this word because I've been seeing myself standing in that Fresh Step litterbox line all week, and it made me realize that alot of us have to wait in line sometimes to use the litterbox.

And when you really have to go, and there is a long line, sometimes you pimpal!

Pee
In
My
Pants
A
Little

Have a pawsome Friday, and try not to pimpal . . . . . . . .

Double Decade!

Today is my Pal of the Week's 20th Birthday! Happy Birthday to Miles!

Miles started out his life with the name Romeo, but when Romeo fell in love with his brother, Murray, he had to change his name to Miles because he knew that there would never be a Juliet in his life.

Miles is a smart cat and his parents knew that only an intelligent cat would be good for Murray. So they became gay brothers or lovers or something like that. It's very complicated, and I've never understood it, so don't feel bad if you're confused. I think when I'm 20, I'll understand it better.

Miles was very sad when Murray went to the bridge. So now there is a Murray 2, and he also has two sisters - Phoebe and Allie. And then they decided to bring a big white cat into the family, and that is Harry! Dang, this story is sounding familiar. There are also a couple of dogs - it's almost like living here except I'm not gay even though Phoebe likes to think I am.

Okay, back to Miles cause he is the main dude of the day! Did you read his interview with Skeezix over at the Catster Blog? Well, hightail it over there and read it. Skeezix does a pawsome job at interviewing.

Miles is sportin' a pawsome tie from The Cat in the Clover that he got for a birthday present from Fido and company. I think he looks like he is ready to go to work wearing that tie. He says he doesn't like wearing clothes, but when you turn 20, that is one of the rules.

Miles craves seafood. His favorite thing to eat are scallops, and he is going to be eating them tonight for his birthday dinner. He said in his interview that it is very important to drink a lot of water when you get old so that you don't have to eat stinkin' kidney food cause your kidneys go bad. That is some very good advice.

So, I'm gonna go get a big tall drink of water in honor of Miles today - I think you should do the same!

Cheers to you, Miles, for being an inspiration to all us Olde Furts. We hope you have many more years with your family.

Happy birthday, and thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . .

Ode To Dr. Seuss

Cal
Pal

Bed
Ted

Rest
Pest

Read
Knead

Tiki
F reaky

Send
End

********************

My name is Cal
Got many a pal

Like to sleep in bed
With my Daddy Ted

It's important to rest
Stay away from the pest

Don't like to read
Instead I'll knead

I'm a fan of Tiki
Kidney food is freaky

I'm gonna hit send
Cause we're at the end

Stepping Fresh!

I'm crackin' up at the new Fresh Step advertisement at the top and over at the right.

Do you see my look-alike cat? He turns his head and I think he is saying,

There is no butting in line - wait your turn!

I'd hate to live in that house if there is only one bathroom and you have to wait a long time.

MOL!

A Pair of Shoes!

You've heard the story before. Two cats were rescued from a storage area at a workplace. They were picked up and taken to a foster home. They were given a name, and then the rule took place.

Once you give them a name, they're yours!

Can you guess who I'm talking about? You're right - the shoe brothers - my Pals of the Week - the birthday boys - Nike and Reebok!

They are dang impossible to tell apart, but I figured out ways to tell them apart:

1. Reebok can't reach to clean under his chin, but Nike can!

2. The reason Reebok can't clean under his chin? He is one humongous mancat at 23 pounds! Nike is only a semi-humongous mancat at 19 pounds!

3. Reebok is Jeter Harris' best friend! If you didn't know that, you must be living on some other planet! I'm laffin and laffin.

4. Nike runs off with dinner rolls he has stolen. Reebok doesn't. Well, sure he runs off with dinner rolls - he is starving cause Reebok must hog all the food!

You won't be able to tell them apart if you look at their food bowls because they both like to eat the same thing. And you won't be able to tell them apart from their toys because they both like the laser light.

I've discovered something very interesting about these sneaker boys. Look at this picture of Nike, and this picture of Reebok. I think the markings on their side is a secret code. Twins have a special bond, and only those two know what the code means!

I laff and laff when I look through their pictures because they sit funnier than any cats I've ever seen. Oh, sure, I have a World's Coolest Sitter brother, but Nike is a World's Coolest champion sitter too! And if this picture of Reeb doesn't make you laff out loud, then you've lost your laffer!

The shoe brothers look like they sure have a lot of fun together, and they have a super pawsome family! Happy 4th Birthday to both of you, and thanks for being my Pals of the Week!

Happy Birthday POTW!

Today my Pal of the Week becomes a MANCAT!

Hap py 2nd birthday to Orvis!

I know Orvis likes me because his brother Taz is very special to him, and I'm orange like Taz.

Orvis works hard for the money. He goes to work in an office everyday! Dang, isn't there some rule about underage workers?

Being a mancat means he already has a fiance - her name is Zena Warrior Princess. I think I need to let him know that with a girlfriend who is a princess, he will be working at that office for a very long time - MOL!

Orvis has very cool markings on him which Samoa should notice for next year's dreamboat list. He is mostly white, but I noticed his tail is black, and then it looks like someone started to paint his face with black paint and then got distracted and forgot about finishing the job.

Orvis could take up modeling as a second career to help pay for his princess girlfriend's crowns and shoes and stuff that princesses buy. I really liked his pirate outfit, but I'm a little concerned if he is already drinking at such an early age. Sometimes girls will lead you to drink. That is why I'm single.

I like seeing cats that wear collars and Orvis looks good in his collar. I don't wear a collar unless I'm getting my picture taken. For only being two years old, Orvis is a very confident cat. Look at his forum motto:

Dontcha wish your kitten was hot like me

Yep, I wish I was hot like you, Orvis! I hope your birthday is super duper and full of fun.

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . . .

Friday the 13th!

Wowza, I'm a diary pick again today! Thanks to the Diary Gal and all my friends who have left me presents.

Since today is Friday the 13th, I thought I'd better remind you about some important stuff.

1. Carry a rabbit's foot today. If you don't have a rabbit living with you, hold on to the paw of one of your siblings just in case!

2. Eat an apple. You won't have to go to the vet's office if you munch on one.

3. Don't get in the way of any black cats today. Or white cats if you live in our house because the white ones are just as dangerous as the black ones!

4. Don't sing on a table or sleep on a table. Chillaxin on a table is okay, just don't break into song, or fall asleep!

5. A bird that comes in your window is bad luck. I don't think that is true at all. How pawsome would it be to have a bird in your house?!

6. Apparently we like to suck the life out of babies, so avoid them at all costs or you could get in big trouble. I think they stink anyway, so that is the best reason to avoid them.

7. Smell dandelions, wet the bed. I prefer to think of this one as: Upset tummy, flojectile on the bed. That is what I did this morning.

8. To find a four-leaf clover is good luck. Or better yet, check out The Cat in the Clover and find good luck - MOL!

9. A cricket in the house brings good luck. Yep, it's called a snack if you can catch it!

10. We have 9 lives. Well, we really have a 10th one that begins when you get to the bridge!


I hope you all have a safe Friday the 13th . . . . . . . . . .

Closed for Remodeling!

Well, the big winds came tonight. And guess what happened?

The entire woodpile fell over! That means the cat hotel that Daddy just redid got knocked to the ground!

You see, the woodpile is a frame with a roof over it. And the woodpile was full of wood . . . . . . . until we had to use almost all of it in our fireplace when the power went out.

Because Daddy had to get to the wood that was good, the cat hotel (for the neighbor's cat and some other stray that occasionally shows up) had to be repositioned.

Daddy attached a shelf to the woodpile, and attached the cat hotel to the shelf. Of course, Mawmee went out there with him a couple of weeks ago when it was snowing and freezing cold, and they put a tarp around the woodpile to keep the wind off the cat hotel.

She made Daddy put the remaining wood like steps right up to the front of the cat hotel.

And when the big winds came tonight, there wasn't enough wood in the woodpile to keep it from blowing over.

So, it's all on the ground! No hotel tonight! You can bet she will be out there tomorrow figuring out some way to get everything put back the way it was!

Luckily, we didn't lose power! We're hoping all the kitties in Oklahoma are okay because they had tornados!

Sugar Lips

Some cat sent me a funny anonymous rosette, and called me Sugar Lips!

Mawmee said the next time I get hungry, she is going to tell me to just lick my lips!

MOL . . . . . . . .

Tribute Book

Our great friend, Skeezix, is putting together a Tribute Book for Scooter.

He would like to have at least 50 cats participate so that it is a super duper cool book.

So, get your tail over to this blog and follow the instructions on how to make an entry.

All you have to do is go to Blogger.com and use the sign in name and password that Skeezix has posted on the blog.

Then you can add a picture and type something about Scooter - how much you love her, how you got to know her, why she is the Queen of Catster, good stuff like that.

All the blog entries will get turned into the book people and they will make a book.

Do it now so you don't forget cause there is a deadline and you don't want to be late!

Thanks, Skeezix, for doing this pawsome book for Scooter!

Happy Birthday POTW!

Today is my Pal of the Week's birthday! Happy 17th birthday to Anne!

Anne has the cleanest ears in town . . . . . that is because her favorite toy is the Q-tip! I know a lot of cats like playing with Q-tips, but I've never played with one.

Anne and I do have a love for eating in common! You gotta love a girl with a good appetite!

Anne has been with her family since she was just a kitten. She is very kind and sweet, and loves to give love. She knows when someone in the family is sad, and she comforts them - cats or humans!

She has a rare heart condition called Pulmonary Stenosis. The vet didn't think she would live past five years old, but she has proven them wrong! She gets extra special treatment like getting carried up the stairs. Sometimes I get that treatment too just because I'm old.

Sometimes she has spells where she gets all weak in the knees and almost faints. I think it probably happens when she visits my Catster page. The vet - what do they know - says it has something to do with high blood pressure, so she is on medicine and those fainting spells don't happen as much. Just to be safe, she should be sitting down when she visits my page from now on.

Anne doesn't like little kids, but who does? They are always grabbing tails and have snotty noses, so I agree 100% with her about that!

She lives with an orange brother named Scooter who was named after our dear friend Scooter who just went to the bridge. She also has a brother named Sagan who has already been my Pal of the Week. She also has a couple of other sisters with names that are way too long to type.

I hope your birthday is pawsome, Anne! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . . .

POTW Apologies!

Wowza, it has been a rough two weeks. My Pal of the Week, PixieBelle got an extended stay on my page since I was without electricity for several days. So, it's about time I did my diary entry about her!

PixieBelle is twelve years old, and she reminds me of my sister, Sugar, because she is the sensitive one in the family. She has a bunch of brothers and sisters like me, and she is an Olde Furt like me too!

Oh my cats, I just saw one of her pictures and she has a nekkid belly! Sugar has a nekkid belly too cause she pulls her hair out. I don't know if PixieBelle does that or not, but they should live together!

She reminds me of Newman too because she likes pens, and coins, and anything you can knock off a table or a desk.

PixieBelle is one of the many girls in the OF group who flirts with me. Look what she put in a rosette she sent me:

Hello you handsome, handsome Calvin-boy! You can roll your eyes at me anytime you like. MOL!

She had a really scary adventure once when she hid inside a car's engine, and it took her several miles away. Luckily, someone found her and returned her home. She had to spend time in the hospital and everything. She is really brave.

As you would expect and like most girls, her nicknames include Princess, Sweetheart, and Pixilicious.

I'm just gonna call her a friend-girl, and a great Pal of the Week! Thanks for doing double duty, PixieBelle!

Sad Day for Catster

My beautiful friend-girl has gone to the bridge. I'm so sad - we all are - and we will miss you so much, Scootie Patootie.

We are sending purrs to your Mom and Dad. We know they will have you forever in their hearts, and you and SooLing will be their guardian angels until they see you again one day.

Rest in peace . . . . . . .

Iced In!

Just a quick note to let you know we don' t have power. Daddy has his laptop at home, and I'm using D I A L U P - can you say slllllooooooowwww?

Everything is pretty, but the poor trees are not going to make it - lots of ice and snow, the branches are drooping and breaking off.

We have the fireplace going and I was the first one to cuddle in the bed right in front of it!

And woo hoo - I'm a diary pick - thanks Diary Gal! Maybe she has a connection to our electric company, and can get us back up soon!

We have a generator, so my food in the refrigerator is OK - whew!

Mawmee and Daddy ventured down to the hotel and put up a big tarp around it to keep the snow off the hotel. Mawmee left food in there in case one of the two visitors shows up. We hope they are in a garage or house.

Sugar and Rocky are okay. We're firing up the generator to turn on a space heater to warm up the lower level. If that doesn't work, then they will come up here which will be quite an adventure!

Newman was super bad at 11:30 last night. Let's just say it involved broken glass and a gazillion red, white and clear pebbles.

Hopefully our power will be on tonight or tomorrow. Thanks to everyone who gave me goodies for being a diary pick today.

I hope everyone is staying warm!

Disco Inferno!

We had a fire going in the fireplace all afternoon. My Mawmee brought a bed into the living room and put it right in front of the fireplace.

I spent the day all cuddly, warm, and cute. Of course, Newman had to spoil it at one point by crawling underneath the bed - with me on it!

Hope all you cats are staying warm . . . . . . . . .

Sammy the Cat Update!

Thanks to Diego for doing his internet research and finding an update on Sammy, the post office cat.

You can read all about it on the Catster blog!

My favorite part of the write-up is this:

Averrett, an 87-year-old retired school teacher who still travels down to the local gym to lift weights three days a week, said another Notasulga resident, Louise Pratt, rented PO Box 173 in Sammy’s name.

Hood not only pointed out the box, but pulled the mail Sammy received on Monday. Hood showed off 28 pieces addressed to “Sammy the Cat” from across the country – places as far away as California.

Between Friday, January 9, and Tuesday, January 13, Sammy received 68 pieces of mail and two packages.

One of those packages is the care package we sent Sammy! I sure hope he likes his blankie.

I'm glad Sammy does have a family, and now he has a lot of friends across the world . . . . . . . . .

Purr for My POTW!

Susie is my Pal of the Week this week, and she needs our purrs.

She has been in the vet hospital since Saturday, and she has had quite a roller coaster of stuff going on. She was recently diagnosed with early stage renal failure and hypertension which is high blood pressure for those of you who don't know medical terminology like I do.

Her numbers are super duper high, and she has been getting fluids and hopefully will get to come home this weekend. She needs to keep eating, so purr that she keeps her appetite.

Susie and her family are some of the best dressed cats on Catster. She is the queen of the house, as you can tell in this photo! She was recently featured on the Catster blog because she won zealies for entering and being picked the winner in the Dress Up Your Cat Contest!

Susie is 14 years old, and she sure has some stories to tell . . . . .

. . . . . like when she lived with a druggie, and there was a raid, and she got impounded and sent to the shelter!

Dang, any of you got a story as good as that? I didn't think so! Her Mommy and Daddy volunteered at that shelter, and no one wanted her because she was so afraid of everybody.

But, they knew she would be a pawsome cat and would wear a cape and crown one day, so they adopted her and she is living the life of luxury now!

Susie is one of those people groomers! She likes to lick her Mommy's face at bedtime. I'll bet her Mommy has been missing that since Susie has been in the hospital.

We're all purring and purring for you, Susie, and we hope your numbers go down so you can come home soon! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . . .

It's My Turn!

So, since Newman thinks he is the cutest in the house, I let him go first in the Bissell contest.

But his week is over, and now it is my turn! If you want to vote for me, you can click here.

You only vote one time. Next week another one of us will enter. Dang, this is a great contest if it lasts enough weeks for each of us to get entered - MOL!

The best part about this contest isn't winning the junk for cleaning your house cause I could care less about that. The best part is the grand prize winner gets to donate $10,000 to their pet cause - woo hoo!

And then second best is you get your picture on a Bissell product, but I'm thinking that just means you're promoting that animals are dirty, so I don't know if I'm crazy about that idea - MOL!

Congratulations to our new President. I hope he decides that a White House cat would be pawsome!

OMC!

Newman is now on Twitter. I think they named Twitter after him cause he is a little twit at times!

Anyway, he came running over to me while I was in my cuddle bed trying to take a nap. He got excited because he went to Top Cat Ted's Twitter and look what TCT twittered:

A blog comment from the @skeezixthecat/@sockington interview "How come I don’t have a Twitter? Did the vet take that too?"

Oh my cats - that was my comment over at the Catster blog yesterday! I guess Top Cat Ted thought it was funny.

MOL . . . . . . . . . .

One Lucky Cat!

Sometimes they say that black cats aren't lucky. Well, my Pal of the Week is a black cat, and he is the luckiest dude ever!

Have you met Ember yet?

He started hanging around Sammie and KiKi's house because he knew a good thing when he saw it. They had one of those visible-only-to-cats-sign in their yard that said, act hungry, and look cute and you'll get a forever home.

So, he did!

He took it one step further, and got an upper respiratory infection, so his new Mommy decided it was time to capture him, get his grapes removed, and make him part of the family!

He is already posing good for pictures, and he wears a collar too, so I'm pretty impressed with that!

He is a headbutter, and he likes to chase shadows on the wall. I can't wait until he gets to meet Sammie and KiKi. My advice to him is to get along with them so he can live there forever.

But, we all know that when you get a name, and when you get a Catster page, it's all over except the crying - MOL! We know that all too well!

So, welcome to Catster, Ember! Welcome to your new forever home! And, thanks for being my Pal of the Week!

Be sure to stop by and ask Ember to be your friend . . . . . . . . .

Opinions, Please!

Okay, I need all the boys who read my diary to stop over at The Cat in the Clover blog and look at what I'm modeling.

Mawmee is thinking of adding something like this to her Etsy shop.

She said I should ask my pals a couple of questions before she makes a bunch of them.

1. Do you like it?

2. Would you wear it for photos on special occasions or holidays?

3. Would you buy it if the price was right?

4. What is your price cutoff for something like this? Because of the time it takes, she is thinking around $7 or $8.

Right now, the tie is velcroed on, and she might offer ties without the collars so you could mix and match them.

Thanks for taking time to give your opinion. I'm sure the girls will want to check them out too, cause it is hard to resist a good lookin' dude in a tie!

She is working on a girl's version that would have something other than a tie in the middle - some stupid flower or yo-yo thingy.

You can either pmail me, or leave a comment at the blog!

Words Up!

Newman and I just had a good talk about flashlight feet!

Those are my first two new words for you in 2009!

Good talk is when two dudes have a conversation about friend girls, or Tiki, or Pansy's trouble-making. When you finish the conversation, you say to each other

good talk

and then you go on your way!

So, Newman came up to me and told me he got his flashlight feet last night! I was proud of him because the age for flashlight feet is six months old, and he has a couple of week to go.

He was so excited, so I told him to write about in his diary, and he could give all the young cats the definition.

I tried to act like I didn't know anything about flashlight feet so he could feel big and important. That is my job as an older brother.

So, there you go, you've learned two new words to start off the year. Just don't tell Newman that you already knew all about flashlight feet!

Good talk . . . . . . . . . . . .

Pee. Ess. I do not want Scooter to be more than a friend girl, despite what she says in her diary. Geesh, an older girl flirting with me. Cougars . . . . . . . . . .

What Goes Around, Comes Around!

Way back in November of 2006, I started my Pal of the Week.

I was copying from my friend, Scooter, who had special friends on her page.

I had Monkey and Scooter's pictures on my page for the previous week, so they were my official first POTWs!

OMC - I just counted up my past POTWs - after Monkey and Scooter held the honor that first week, I had exactly 100 more pals up to now!

I think the only pal that repeated was Santa Claus! I've had everybody from my Daddy, to my alphabet U pal, Ug, as my pals of the week.

I thought it was time to do a re-do! So, this week (and she was part of last week too), Scooter is my Pal of the Week! After all, she is 20 years old, and she deserves to be honored!

The main thing that Scooter and I have in common is our love of naps! One of my favorite places the past few weeks to nap has been in a cuddle bed that Scooter sent me. Her Mommy made it, and it was Spunky's favorite bed before he went to the bridge. Mawmee got it all washed up, and knew I would like to have it back.

Scootie, as I like to call her, has a bunch of friends, but she secretly likes the orange ones the best. Well, that's what Luke and I like to think - MOL!

She is one of the admins in the Olde Furts group - the best group ever! She keeps us all in line because you know how a bunch of Olde Furts can be when they get together.

She lives out west, but I've never seen her in a cowgirl outfit. I think I'll put on my cowboy hat this week in her honor!

Thanks for being a pal to everycat, Scootie Patootie, and thanks for being my first Pal of the Week back in 2006, and now my first Pal of the Week in 2009 . . . . . . . . . . . .

A Fiesty End To the Year!

Something has come over me. Daddy thinks the chemistry in the house has flip-flopped since Newman arrived.

You'll never guess what I did this afternoon . . . . . . right in front of Mawmee! I don't care cause I'm the oldest, and I can do whatever I want!

The kitchen is mine . . . . . . all mine . . . . . . and I didn't want Violet in the kitchen. So I went over and bit him in the butt! He cried like a girl and ran into the dining room.

I chased him . . . . . . . yep, actual running and chasing! And then I pounced on his back and bit him in the neck!

Dang, I still got the moves at 17! Of course, Mawmee was flabbergasted! She was chasing me, and I was chasing Violet. We ran into the living room together. Newman was following us. It was a wild time.

Mawmee watched me rub my face all over stuff in the dining room, kitchen, and living room. I'm marking the entire downstairs with my stink!

Then I went to the snooze sack to catch a few winks before the new year gets here.

I hope all my friends have a kick-tail new year - I borrowed that word from Boogers. We're gonna have a pawsome Catster 2009!

Happy New Year . . . . . . . . .

Poetry in Motion!

Olde Furt Tyler - Mr. Boombastic has been busy this Christmas writing poetry! He wrote a bunch of short poems about a bunch of us in the OF group.

Here is what he poetized about me. I just made up the word poetized - feel free to use it, because I'm sure it will become a hot word in 2009!

All I want for Christmas is Calvin dressed in red,
He’s all about the Furts and wearing things on his head,
He’s always hanging at the Home and joining in the fun,
He loves to have his coat brushed out, it makes him KNEAD ON!

Thanks, Tyler - Mr. Boombastic! I think you should change your name to Tyler - Mr. Poet!

Knead On . . . . . . . .

A Tiki Christmas!

OMC - I got Tiki two days in a row! What a pawsome Christmas present! Mawee said since I've been doing so good eating and keeping my weight on, that I deserved a little Tiki treat for the holidays!

Newman got his very first taste of Tiki, and the boy was done in no time, and was checking out everybody else's bowls to see what he could steal!

The Tiki gave him super powers because he was a wild boy this morning! Daddy built a fire for us and it felt soooo good. We all gathered in the living room to open presents. Of course, Newman had to play in the paper!

For anyone reading my diary today, I'll give you a hint:

I'm number 7!


MOL . . . . . . . . . .

Merry Christmas!

All I know is the non-Catster cat-sitter is only coming twice a day. Who is gonna feed me the other 6 times a day that I want fed?

I want to wish all my friends a Merry Christmas, and a Happy Hanukkah if you're Jewish, and a Happy Kwanzaa if you're African American.

I hope Newman doesn't try to get his nose into Kwanzaa too. We're not positive that he is or isn't Jewish, but I'm guessing that he isn't African American since he is mostly white, and he came from a field in Kentucky. But, knowing him, if there are extra presents involved, he might try to become a Kwanzaa Kat.

All this holiday stuff is too confusing for me. I just hope Santa brings me one can of Tiki, and another bed because we only have three in the dining room right now, and there is room for a lot more!

Thanks for all the fun we've had this year, and we're looking forward to much more in 2009! Have a Merry Christmas!

Knead On ~

P.S. Please purr for Jeter to come home. I'm very worried about him being out in the snow and cold!

Peabrain!

When the fat guy came in the house this afternoon carrying a bag, Newman ran over to me and wanted to know if he was Santa.

I told him, no, it's just the plumber!

Mawmee found water under the kitchen sink last night. There wasn't a lot, but it was coming from somewhere, and towels left there overnight were wet this morning. She and Daddy filled up the sink, let it drain, and thought they saw where it was coming from.

So, the plumber dude shows up today, and do you think Mawmee and Daddy can make it leak again . . . . . . . nope!

The plumber dude thought it might be coming from the faucet which is old, so guess what Mawmee is getting for Christmas? MOL!

Daddy seems to think he can put on a new faucet. I'm secretly hoping there are water problems, and they won't be able to go to Ohio for the holidays!

Because if they go, then we get stuck with the non-Catster catsitter!

Move Over Newman!

Well, Newman may think he is special today because he is on Mawmee's blog, but look at me!

I'm on the Catster blog doing my modeling job. I'm showing everycat how a Morgan's bed works.

It's a tough job, but somecat has to do it . . . . . . . . . .

I'm Wild About Harry!

I think there is some song about being wild about Harry, and Harry being wild about me.

This Harry is my Pal of the Week.

I think he was named Harry for one of these reasons:

1. He is hairy.

2. He couldn't be named Murray because they've used that name twice on other cats.

Harry is an all white ragdoll. Newman is a wanna be Harry. Harry's cat mom is named Snowball. Go look at her picture on his page - she has the most beautiful blue eyes. His cat dad is named Blue Boots.

Harry's sister, Allie, just got married to Fido. They're on a honeymoon right now. I'm not allowed to date until I'm 21. I wonder if Harry is gonna have a girlfriend soon?

Even though I'm a different color than Harry, we both like to lay in the sun. He also likes to eat - we have that in common. See, you can take an Olde Furt like me, and a young thing like Harry, and find things you have in common.

Harry's other sister is Phoebe. She came over and kissed me under my mistletoe, but I'm not telling her boyfriend, Gimme, because I don't want him getting jealous.

As an Olde Furt, I think the best advice I can give young Harry is to just have friend girls. It is a lot less complicated.

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Harry! If your Mommy ever wants another almost all white, male, almost ragdoll, have her come see me . . . . . . . . .

Word Up!

It's been awhile since I've given you any new words. This word isn't really new because I've seen a lot of cats use it, but this is the holiday season, and the word seems to fit good:

nom nom nom

It means:

the sound made when someone is eating or chewing something and really enjoying it.

Here is how you use it in a sentence:

Hey, Calvin, are you eating Tiki?

Nom, nom, nom!

So, go out there and do some nom, nom, nomming today!

Indian Girl!

My Pal of the Week is Apache! She lives where it is freezing cold, and I think that is why she has a scarf, boa, or dress on in her pictures!

Apache started out her life being feral and having extra toes. She isn't feral anymore, but she still has the extra toes. She is one of the many girls around Catster that thinks I'm da bomb. But, she is a friend girl to me - all the girls are friend girls to me!

I noticed the last forum she posted in was titled, Who would you smooch under the mistletoe?.

She answered, Stanley of course! Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrssssssssss Isn't that enough to make you gag?

Stanley is way older than Apache - she digs older cats! I see Stanley is orange and white, so she must dig the color orange too!

Apache has a whole bunch of brothers and sisters - some are dogs, some are cats, and the most famous one is Morgan the Pirate Gato! Morgan's Beds Etsy shop was started back when Morgan needed eye surgery!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Apache! Have a happy holiday . . . . . . . . . .

Picasso is an Angel Now

Oh no, we are so sad tonight to see that our friend, Picasso has journeyed to the bridge.

We purr for his Mommy, Daddy, and siblings during this sad time. They took such good care of him during his heart problems, and we know their heart is breaking.

Rest in peace, sweet friend . . . . . . . . . .

Muppethead!

Well, you've probably noticed that I didn't change my Pal of the Week to a new pal.

That is because my pal last week was Muppet. I'm a Muppethead, and I think Muppet is important enough to be my pal for two weeks.

Especially since her surgery is tomorrow. She is getting her ears fixed so that she won't be in pain anymore.

I've been super busy helping Mawmee with the auction that raised money to help Muppet.

So, tomorrow I'll be spending the day purring that everything goes okay with her surgery, and that she heals really quickly and feels better soon.

Good luck, Muppet . . . . . . . . . .

Thankful

I think I've been tagged a gazillion times at least, so I'm going to let you know what I'm thankful for this year.

1. The same stuff I was thankful for last year.

Plus, I'll add a few things:

1. I'm thankful that Spunky didn't have to suffer any more and that Daddy stayed with him when he went to the bridge.

2. I'm thankful that Newman is a young kitten because young kittens have to eat many meals during the day.

3. I'm thankful Mawmee and Daddy are staying home for Thanksgiving this year.

4. I'm thankful that my Pal of the Week, Muppet, is going to get her surgery!

5. I'm thankful there are so many generous cat lovers on Catster that are helping Muppet get her surgery.

6. I'm thankful for being around for another year.

7. I'm thankful for Catster and all my friends.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

And one more:

8. I'm thankful for Tiki cat . . . . . while it lasted . . . . . . .

My Eye Twin Journeyed to the Bridge

I'm very sad tonight because I found out that my pal, Buddy made his journey to the Rainbow Bridge. Buddy fell in an accident and hurt his back and spine.

Buddy is in the Beautiful Cat Eyes group with me. Awhile ago, we had a contest in that group to find a member who was your eye twin. Buddy was my eye twin because we both have pawsome green eyes.

I'm purring tonight for his Mommy, his brother, Friday, and his sister, Bijou. I know they will miss him very much.

Rest in peace, sweet, Buddy . . . . . . . . . . .

I'm the World's Coolest at Etsy!

My pal, Luke, had his Mommy send an email to my Mawmee telling her that I'm famous over at Etsy!

I already knew that I was on Mawmee's shop banner, but now I'm becoming more famous.

That's because I'm a model at this lady's shop!

We bought that tie from her. Oh my cats, look at her main shop page! I'm a featured item!

Dang, we need to get her to change the name of her shop to Cat & Dog Ties!

Newman has been chasing me and somehow I hurt my front paw, and I've been limping. I can't wait until Tuesday because he will be gone all day getting his grapes removed!

Dang!

Man, I didn't make the finals of the World's Coolest Contest! You know what that means, don't you?

I'll have to have more pictures taken of me!

And I'll have to stick around for another year to enter next year's contest!

And I'll have to continue to look cute for another year!

Congratulations to my brothers, Newman and Gleek, for making it to the finals. We are very excited for them. I guess that means Newman is a good luck charm since we've never been in the finals before he came along!

Dang, I hope he doesn't start throwing his weight around - all 4 pounds of it! I'm sure he will do a little bragging in front of Samoa which could be a dangerous thing to do!

Good luck to all our friends who made it to the finals! It is so fun to look through the list and see so many cats we know and love!

The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Oly!

Today, my Pal of the Week is celebrating her birthday! Happy 8th birthday to Oly!

Oly is your typical girl - she loves to talk, and yap, and talk and yap! Oh my gosh, she must be a tomboy because Oly likes to stalk the dog occasionally!

Oly reminds me of Sugar and Samoa all rolled into one. She is a really colorful cat.

All the time I've know Oly, I was prounouncing her name in my head like Oil-y - you know, somebody that hasn't washed their hair in a long time.

But, really her name is pronounced Oh-Lee. She was named after some complicated medical machine. Dang, her family must be doctors or something. We get named after cartoon characters and food and movie stars.

I just realized that Oly has 7 cats in her family and one dog - just like us! How cool!

She also has a boyfriend named Ambrogino. Ambro is one of my friends too, even though he didn't realize he is in a cougar relationship since Oly is 8 and he is only 6.

I think you could give Oly a nice present today by stopping by and voting for her picture in the World's Coolest Contest.

Hope you're having a super duper birthday, Oh-Lee, and thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . .

Tag, I'm It!

My friend, Phanto, tagged me, so here is the scoop on me!

1. How many toes do you have? 

Just my back ones, someone took my front ones!



2. Is you married?
I'm not allowed to date until I'm 21!

3. Do you have short, medium or long hair?
I think they're short, but when you get a bunch of them together in the bottom of my bed, they are probably long!

4. Do you like to dress up?
Have you seen my pictures?

5. Who has the stinkest gas in your house?
The New guy in town!

6. How many toys do you have?
6,438



7. Is your tail straight, kinked, curly, fat, thin, or just right? 

Straight - even though Phoebe thinks I'm gay!

8. Have you ever killed a real mousie?
Remember, I don't have front toes!

9. Are you beautiful, handsome or ugly?
Have you seen my eyes?


10. Are you King of the house? Queen of the house? or the Servant?
Have you seen the title of my diary? - Calvin in Charge!

What a Ham!

Do you know Edgar? He is my Pal of the Week, and he is A-OK! OK, as in Oklahoma - where he lives!

Edgar has a real interesting story on how he came to live with his forever family.

His Mommy and Daddy wanted a new kitten after their other cat went to the rainbow bridge. The shelter finally had a kitten but when they went to check out the kitten, somebody else was adopting it. The lady at the shelter said some kittens and their mother were found in a taped box in the parking lot. They went to see the kittens - there were four gray tabby girls, and one orange boy.

They picked out one of the gray tabby girls, and as they were about to leave, Edgar's Mommy said, oh, give me the little orange boy too!

OMC - was Edgar ever lucky that he stood out with that orange fur of his! So, that is how Emily and Edgar got to their new home. I love that story!

Another very cool thing is that Edgar's Daddy feeds a squirrel that is in their backyard. Dang, wouldn't that be cool if the squirrel came to live in the house too? Edgar and Emily could have a full time playmate - MOL!

The reason I said what a ham in my diary title is because Edgar loves to eat - something we have in common! And Edgar loves ham! I'll bet he drinks a lot of water after eating ham - it makes you thirsty.

Edgar and his sister are very kind cats. They always take time to read our diaries, and to purr for Spunky and any of us when we have a problem. That is the kind of friend to have in this world!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Edgar!

I'm participating - How about you?

I heard the month of November is sometimes called No Shave November.

You're not supposed to shave the entire month so that you can grow your hair and look more manly.

I think I'll give it a try. Poor Spunky can't participate because his arm was shaved again this week. I guess he will have to find some other cause to participate in.

By the beginning of December, I should be looking a whole lot more manly than I already do.

I think December should be called More Meals Month. Who do I write to get that done?

Starting Off on a High Note!

Wowza, if today is any indication, November is gonna be pretty pawsome.

First, I'm a diary pick - how cool! Then, I find out that we all got 3rd place in the Funniest Costume category of Skeezix's Halloween Costume Contest!

And, then my Squillion entry in the contest won 3rd place too! The Squillion Category in the contest was sponsored by Jeter Harris!

Thanks to all my friends who honored me today with a bunch of rosettes, special gifts, and pmails for being a diary pick! I'm glad I stayed up late last night getting my Thanksgiving page ready so you all could see it.

My friend Luna pmailed me at 11:30 last night and wanted to know why I was already doing Thanksgiving and Halloween wasn't over yet.

I guess Luna has no idea how long it takes to get all eight of us photographed and pick out all our page stuff! Dang, we better get our butts in gear for Christmas because it will be here before you know it!

Happy November . . . . . . .

The Dude's Birthday!

Today is my Pal of the Week's 4th birthday - Happy Birthday, Sawyer, dude!

Sawyer has one thing on his mind most of the time - food! He and I think alike! And from looking at his hefty 20 pound frame, I don't think he has missed too many meals - MOL! If living at his house is anything like living at my house, you have to fight off the others in order to get your food. He lives with five siblings!

Sawyer is a dude kind of guy. He says dude a lot and that is why I think he is cool. He is also a big New York Yankees fan which I don't understand because he lives in Tennessee. He probably already knows that Jeter and Gordy are big NY fans too.

He has a girlfriend named Mercy. In Tennesseee, you're allowed to date young. Mercy would be considered a cougar because she is way older than Sawyer. I just figured out why Sawyer and Mercy are purrfect for each other. They both have the same white flame of love on their foreheads.

I hope you have a pawsome birthday, dude! Be sure to stop by his all-day party!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . .

Joe the Plumber

Who cares what either of those guys running for President are gonna do for Joe the Plumber . . . . . . . . what about Calvin the Cat?

What exactly are either one of them gonna do for the average cat? I should probably talk to Rocky Ann. She is the pawlitical savvy cat around here.

Are we gonna get more nap time?

What about another meal in the day?

And who can guarantee that I'll always have a clean litterbox?

Most importantly - who is gonna ban clothing on cats?

When I get answers to those questions, I'll decide who I'm voting for. In the meantime, I'll be sitting in front of the refrigerator waiting for that next meal . . . . . . . . .

We're Funny!

Well, at least Skeezix thinks I'm funny! He put me on the Cat Blog today! He is showing some of the funny faces entered in the World's Coolest Contest! I'm laffin and laffin at my pal Jeter because he has a funny face too! And so does Boogers!

I think my Pal of the Week, Mago is funny too. I laugh when I read his diary because he has an accent, and you can hear his accent when you read it.

Mago was found on a golf course when he was little. He lived for a couple of years in a shelter and was lucky to find his new forever home with Lancelot and their doggie, Enigma.

Mago has one of those names that I have trouble pronouncing. Sort of like Ele' - I can't pronounce her name either.

Is it Mah - go?

Is it May - go?

Is it Maa - go?

Is it Maaaa- go?

I have no idea! And what does his name mean, anyway? Is it Spanish for something because he lives in Spain? Does it mean shut up because that is what his Dad calls him in the morning!

I do know that he is the purrfect pal for Halloween because he is all black! Except when he helps his Mommy get dressed in the morning. Then he ends up looking like a bambi deer - MOL!

Ohhhh, guess what? If you watch his cool video, you can hear his Mommy call his name! Now, I know how to pronounce Mago! His video is funny too!

Thanks for being my Halloween Pal of the Week, Mago! And congratulations on being a diary pick today . . . . . . . . . .

Happy Birthday Scootie Patootie!

Today is Scooter's birthday! It's not any ole' birthday - it is her 20th Birthday!

Wowza - 20 years old!

I sure hope I make it to my 20th birthday. I think I know what she will be doing today.

Napping in the sun

Eating baby food

Napping in the sun

Ice cream and cake

Napping in the sun

I hope your day is super duper - just like you, Scootie Patootie! We all love you, and you inspire us!

Catster isn't Catster without the Scooter! I think her Mom did a pawsome job on her special birthday page too.

One more year, and she'll be able to date . . . . . . . .

A - O - K

One of my pals wondered why I haven't been writing much in my diary lately.

It's because I've been in hiding.

From you-know-who.

Because he likes to jump on my back or jump from the back of the sofa onto my sleeping body.

I'm too old for him.

But I do like it when he wakes Mawmee up at 6:00 in the morning for breakfast!

She's British!

My Pal of the Week is Chelsea Louise - or CL as I like to call her! She probably has a British accent because she lives in England!

Chelsea has quite a story and she has been doing a lot of writing this week telling us all about how she came to live in her forever home! Gosh, it seems like a lot of us on Catster had a rough start in life, but her life now is pretty cool!

Chelsea just got a new tranquility blanket from Hazel Lucy, and it is pink because she is a girl, and girls love pink. She looks really pretty sitting on the blanket. I think it is a purrfect blanket for October since it is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Chelsea and I have a few things in common! We both know how to tell time, and we both like taking naps! CL is also entered in the World's Coolest Contest, so please stop by and vote for her cute pictures!

Chelsea is in Spunky's We're One-derful group because she can't see too good with her eyes. That is part of her rough start in life, but it doesn't stop her from doing what she wants to do! I think she is very brave.

And, boy, looking over Chelsea's page, you can tell she is a girl - she doesn't tell us how much she weighs - MOL!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Chelsea Louise . . . . .

OBEET!

Can you figure out what this diary title is all about? I'll give you a hint:

Rootin', tootin' cowcat!

It's my Pal of the Week - Teebo! His backwards name is Obeet! My backwards name is Nivlac!

Obeet is one cool snugglemonster! He is like a tiger cat and a white cat all rolled into one!

Obeet is also a Tiki fan, so you know he is super cool! He and his sister, Callie, just had their birthdays last week. Their parents got them a new drinking fountain. Obeet is still pretty young - only 6 years old. He has a long Tiki life ahead of him!

He is allowed to go outside when he wears his red harness. Red is definitely his signature color!

Obeet has a couple of pictures entered in the World's Coolest Contest, so be sure to stop by and give him a 5 paw vote!

The other two best things that Obeet and Nivlac have in common:

1. We both like to knead!

2. We both have friend girls but no girlfriends! We love the single life even though the girls are always chasing after us because we're cute.

Thanks, Teebo Obeet, for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . .

Wacky Boy!

I think Newman is missing a few screws in his head! Tonight Gleek and I were on the sofa watching Dancing with the Stars with Mawmee.

He ran from the kitchen into the living room really, really fast. When he got to the wall, he tried to climb it!

Then later when I was sleeping on the sofa, he got on the back of the sofa and jumped off - landing right on my head! Dang, that is no way to wake up.

He liked it so much, he did it again! Then he took a nap, and after his nap he came and got next to me. I bopped him on the head for doing those aerial manuevers!

I'm gonna have to sleep with a helmet on . . . . . . . .

I Like Newman!

I hope you don't think I'm talking about this squirt! The only thing he is good for is reminding me when it's time to eat!

I'm talking about Paul Newman's organic turkey canned cat food! Mawmee thinks I'm looking too skinny, and that stupid kidney food is yuck.

So, when she was in Walmart over the weekend, she walked by the cat food and saw Paul Newman's cans. She didn't know he made canned cat food. It was probably the last thing he said before he died last week . . . . . . take care of the cats . . . . . . make organic food for them!

She bought a couple of cans to see if we would like them. They are bigger cans than Fancy Feast which is what the others eat. So, she needs to do the math and figure out which is more expensive.

But anyway, when this Newman came to get me for dinner, I got to try the new organic turkey.

Dang, that is some good stuff! Now, don't get me wrong, it's not Tiki goodness, but it comes a close second. I licked the bowl clean!

Thank you, Mr. Paul Newman, for thinking of the cats before you died . . . . . . . . . .

My Pretty Pal

I am sad today that my friend, and my Pal of the Week, Catsy has made her journey to the bridge.

Catsy was sweet 16, and sweet is the best word to describe her. She had a really rough life until she found her forever home with her Mommy, Daddy, Mouse, and Kiki. But, they took extra great care of her and got her all pretty and healthy, and she was having a pawsome life.

But then her kidneys failed. That is what happens to a lot of us Olde Furts. She made her journey to the bridge today, and she is making that rainbow shine so beautiful. We all cried when we found out that she was an angel. Some kitties just touch your heart, and Catsy was one of those kind souls.

Because she had lived on the streets for such a long time, Catsy wasn't really crazy about being touched very much. But the most pawsome thing happened this past week.

She really needed a haircut because her hair had gotten all unruly - and you know how girls are about their hair being messed up! So, she went to the vet and got a nice, short, very hip haircut - sort of like Demi Moore did, but only better!

And guess what happened when she got rid of all that hair? She started letting her Mommy and Daddy pet her, and brush her, and give her more loving than she had ever allowed in the past.

And there is only one word, well, actually three words that explain it - Gift from God! God knew that Catsy shouldn't go to the bridge without storing up all that extra love from her Mommy and Daddy. So, he arranged for that haircut to get her ready. God is the big barber in the sky in case you didn't know that!

So, Catsy, thank you for being my Pal of the Week, and thank you for being such a very special kitty. We will purr for your family, and we know that one day you will be with them again. Rest in peace . . . . . .

A D to the D to the P!

Woo hoo - I'm a DDP today! Thanks Diary Gal! I think I'll celebrate by taking a long nap.

So far, the only good thing about having Newman here is the eating schedule. He eats several times a day which works out pretty purrfect for me too!

I'm not eating my kidney food very good, and Mawmee said I need to eat something, so she is giving me some Fancy Feast. Maybe I'll even get a little Tiki for being a diary pick today!

Did you see what Newman did yesterday? He ran up to me and grabbed me by the neck. Dang, I thought he was going to jump on my back. He has a future in wrestling . . . . . . . . . .

Maybe You've Noticed

Did you see that Newman has been my Pal of the Week last week and this week?

That's because I haven't quite decided if I really want him as a pal, so it is taking me a few weeks to figure it out.

MOL . . . . . . . . .

Tale of My Tail!

My tail is not a playtoy! Somecat in this house thinks it is. I was forced to haul off and give him a right hook to the cheek yesterday when he wouldn't leave my tail alone! I knew it wouldn't hurt him because I don't have claws.

What a pest . . . . . . . . .

Shiver Me Timbers!

Navigatin' Barney Jones here - I'm reportin' on tha mangy tyrant who has taken over our ship!

He is a wee lad, and is drivin' us all to tha brink of walkin' the plank! He won't stay in tha bathroom. He grabs all tha tails. He has learned how to climb the masts.

The Lady Captain is tryin' to protect us from the pillager! I say, give him grog and send 'em to bed!

And the worst thing ever? The buccaneer followed me to tha head and tried to get in with me! A pirate can't even pee in private on tha ship!

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . . . . . . . .

Steppin' Up!

Guess where Newman likes to do some chillaxin? On the top step of my steps that go up to the cedar chest. I use those steps when I want to get in the big bed with Mawmee and Daddy.

He better not think he is taking over my role as the one in charge! And he better stay out of the Tiki . . . . . . . . .

I'm a Famous Pirate!

Oh my cats, my friend, Skeezix, told me to go to his blog and watch a pirate movie.

Guess what?

I'm in the movie! That is right - I'm an actor in the movie, and I don't even remember trying out for it! MOL!

You can see it here on Mawmee's blog.

Thanks Skeez for letting me know! I would like to thank the acatemy . . . . . . . . .

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgg!

I just met my new brother from another mother who isn't really a family member.

Dang, he is tiny and got into all our faces! We were all staring as he ran around the living room. We're having a family meeting later to decide if he should walk the plank on Pirate Day tomorrow!

Gleek is the only one who hisses at him. I think I'm scared of him! He is playing with all the toys!

And he doesn't want to stay in the bathroom - he knows how to climb a baby gate!

We're in real trouble, I tell you, real trouble . . . . . . . . . . . .

Worldly Mancats!

My Pal of the Week is one cool , worldly mancat! Do you know Taz? He is 19 years old, and looks a lot like me - he is my hero! I sure hope I live until I'm 19!

Taz and his family are some of the best dressed cats on Catster! I love looking at his wardrobe, but apparently he isn't too crazy about all the dressing up. I get his drift cause I'm not too crazy about it either. It's just something we have to do because we're both worldly mancats.

He is a real Daddy's boy because his Daddy found him as a stray and saved his life. He calls his Mom, WS which means wicked stepmom! That cracks me up!

Taz just recently bought one of the beds Mawmee had in her Etsy shop. It is called I Love Ewe and he really wanted it because he loves sheep! Check out his picture in Mawmee's Cat in the Clover blog - doesn't he look pawsome?

A few weeks ago, Taz's sister, Flinders, went to the Rainbow Bridge. She was 20 years old. They must be eating right to live such long lives. We were sad when we heard she became an angel.

Taz has a girlfriend - the beautiful Catsy! They both adore each other. Catsy was very excited when she saw that Taz is my pal of the week.

Thanks for being a worldly mancat, Taz, and for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . . . . .

Adding to the Duties!

As you all know, I'm the Marketing Manager and ENTM for Mawmee's Etsy Shop. You don't know what ENTM means? It's Etsy's Next Top Model.

Well, apparently, having those two jobs isn't enough. So, I've taken on the duties of Personal Trainer to the Owner - that would be Mawmee.

Since I go up and down the stairs several times a day, I'm very qualified to do this job. However, I consulted with Violet because he climbs and gets good exercise doing it, so I knew he would be able to help me. He said that Cardio is King, and that I needed to work some cardio into Mawmee's routine.

I have her doing the scoop, stir, and squat every two hours when she feeds me. And I also have her on the squat, scoop, and sweep routine when she cleans out the litter boxes.

But, I needed to kick it up a notch. I did just that this morning at 4:30! We began the cardio exercises by making sure the room was nice and dark - 4:30 seems to be a perfect time. Then I pick some random place on the floor, and start making exercise noises so that she knows what is going on. You know the sound . . . . . . . .

blah . . . . . blah . . . . . blah . . . . .

She recognized it right away as her cardio wake-up call! In no time, she flew out of bed, grabbed her exercise towel and began hunting me down all the while yelling to knocked out Daddy, get the flashlight, hurry. Apparently she likes to do her cardio with lights on.

She began stooping and feeling the ground . . . . . . listening for my instructions on where to find me. Blah . . . . . blah . . . . . blah.

Her heart started racing . . . . . . . that's when the cardio kicks in . . . . . .would she get to me in time . . . . . . would the blob on the bed get the flashlight on in time . . . . . . . I'm very proud!

Just as the flojectile started to leave my mouth, she got the towel under me! And then the flashlight came on - too little, too late, thank you very much, Daddy!

I think she thoroughly enjoyed this cardio work out, and I plan on doing more of them in the future.

Did You Guess?

Arnold P. and Hazel Lucy guessed, and they got it right!

Talk Like a Pirate Day is coming up in a couple of weeks - September 19th!

So, start practicing your Arrrrg's and Matey's!

I wonder how a pirate would say Knead On?

Gearing Up!

I'm getting ready.

I'm practicing.

It's gonna be here in two weeks. Two weeks from tomorrow.

I've got friends that know how to do it. They do it everyday.

I've got a prop to wear to help me on that day.

Do you know what it is?

I'll tell you tomorrow . . . . . . . . . . . .

Big, Green Soulful Eyes!

That's how my Pal of the Week gets his way and whatever he wants - using those pawsome eyes! I think Murray and I have that in common - MOL!

Murray . . . . . . . . hmmmmm . . . . . . . I wonder how he got that name? Do you think he was named for the dog that was in that show Mad About You?

Do you think he was named for that guy that was in the Mary Tyler Moore show?

I have no idea why he was named Murray, but he is one cool cat. And his Daddy is pawsome too, because when they had Tiki half price at their store, his Daddy was buying it for all his friends and shipping it to them! He shipped me some! We both crave the Tiki goodness!

Murray has a brother, Willie, and a sister named Pearl. Murray was there first, then Willie came along to keep Murray company, and then Pearl did the soulful eye thing and got a forever home too.

Hey, one of Murray's nicknames is Pumpkin - so is mine! He is also a big mama's boy just like me!

One thing Murray doesn't like is to wear hats! He is still a young boy, and doesn't realize you have to give in to stuff like hats, wigs, and costumes.

Be sure to stop by and become one of Murray's friends if you aren't already! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Murray . . . . . .

Beware - PRW!

Okay, cats, I've got an important one for you tonight.

PRW

Parents are watching!

Dang, doesn't it seem like they're always watching us? You can't go to the spaceship without someone checking to make sure your poopies look okay!

And they're always hovering over you when you eat to make sure you clean your plate!

And they even watch you when you're taking a nap because you look all cute and everything.

I've warned you - now get out there and tell your siblings . . . . . PRW . . . . . . . .

It's In the Juice!

I've decided that I want to eat every two hours. I don't eat much each time, but two hours is about my tummy's limit on feeling full. Since that kidney food is a little thick, I've been getting some Tiki juice added to it along with a little water.

Here is the ritual - and I'm not as bad as Rocky Ann who gets spoon fed - MOL!

1. Stand around crying until someone comes into the kitchen.

2. Paw at Mawmee's leg while she fixes my food.

3. Violet stands nearby and watches me eat.

4. Mawmee periodically has to spoon the food in a pile because I lick it flat, and then I can't pick it up with my mouth.

5. Violet gets to lick the spoon each time my food gets piled up.

6. Gleek sometimes tries to butt in and see what I'm eating, but he doesn't even like wet food!

7. Samoa hovers around waiting for something too. She usually gets a few treats.


I'm special, and I know it . . . . . . . .

Happy Birthday POTW!

Today my Pal of the Week is having her first birthday! Happy birthday, Isis. Since her name is made of two is's, I thought I'd tell you what Isis is.

Isis is:

1. A girl

2. A Canada girl

3. A LaPerm Canada girl

4. A purebred LaPerm Canada girl

5. A seal-lynx Point purebred LaPerm Canada girl

6. A yipping when she doesn't get her way seal-lynx point purebred LaPerm Canada girl

7. A yipping when she doesn't get her way seal-lynx point purebred LaPerm Canada girlfriend of Biscotti

8. A yipping when she doesn't get her way seal-lynx point purebred LaPerm Canada girlfriend of Biscotti who is having an all day party for her

9. A yipping when she doesn't get her way seal-lynx point purebred LaPerm Canada girlfriend of Biscotti who is having an all day party for her so be sure to stop in and wish her a Happy Birthday!

10. A caring, sweet, yipping when she doesn't get her way seal-lynx point purebred LaPerm Canada girlfriend of Biscotti who is having an all day party for her so be sure to stop in and wish her a Happy Birthday!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week, Isis, and happy birthday . . . . . . .

He Works Hard for the Money!

I need to get a job! Apparently, I've become an expensive cat with my special-needs food! I think Spunky is more expensive than me because of all his chemo treatments. Why isn't he required to get a job?

Anyway, I've decided to go into marketing. It seems like an easy job. All I have to do is tell you that Mawmee opened up an Etsy shop.

What is an Etsy shop, you ask? Well, it's some place on the internet where all the stuff is handmade.

Mawmee's shop is all about cat and dog beds. In fact, her first sale was to our friend Kittanna. She bought a doggie bed for her relative for a Christmas present.

If you don't like our beds, be sure to check out Morgan's Beds. His Mommy has an Etsy shop too.

I don't mind advertising her shop because her beds are pretty pawsome - there is even one named after me - and I own it!

Not only am I into marketing, I'm also the model on the shop's banner - just like Morgan models in his shop.

Dang, I forgot I already had that modeling gig. I don't think I got paid for it either . . . . . . . . .

NBLFY!

I thought it was time to teach you cats some new lingo.

I'd like to give NBLFY to the Diary Gal today for picking me! Do you know what that means, Diary Gal?

Nothin' but love for you!

I got NBLFY for my friends too, and they crack me up with their messages!

Lancelot accused me of cupcaking with the Diary Gal - MOL!

And Hazel Lucy signs her rosette, Friend Girl!

You all have made my day extra special. Thanks! Now, I'm gonna take a nap . . . . . . . . .

R.K.N.

Do you know the Registered Kitty Nurse? She is my Pal of the Week - she is Margo!

Did you know Margo only has three legs? She was involved in a bad accident and lost her leg. But that was before she got to her forever home. And she has gotten so much love from her Mommy that she doesn't even miss her leg!

Did you know Margo has a boyfriend? She is a cougar because he is only two years old, and she is four! His name is Micheal or as she calls him, Mikey - her troo Lub!

Did you know Margo has 32,984 friends? Dang, she is one friendly girl!

Did you know Margo looks like the sister I've never met named Sugar? She does!

Did you know Margo likes a lot of attention? We're a lot alike when it comes to that!

Did you know Margo gets the zoomies every day? She runs around and plays with all her toys. I get the zoomies too - after I do a poopie!

Did you know Margo has a gazillion blue Febreze collars? That's because she has 32,984 friends!

I'm glad that I'm one of Margo's friends. If you aren't - you're missing out, so go become her 32,985th friend right now!

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week Margo . . . . . . . . . .

Good Answer, Good Answer!

Daddy is home from his stress test. He passed with flying colors! Thanks to all our friends for your support.

Now, wanna hear something funny?

Yesterday in the ER, everytime the nurse sent blood to the lab, she had to verify that some stranger hadn't come in and taken Daddy's place on the bed.

So, she asked him his name and his birthday each time. One of those times, Mawmee followed it up with this question:

And who do you love more than anyone else in the world?

Here was his answer:

Calvin!

MOL! I'll bet Mawmee thought he was gonna say her name! Why, of course, he loves me the best. I'm his personal alarm clock and love bug!

We're glad you're going to be okay Daddy. Now, where is my lunch?

Stressed Out!

Daddy is going to get stressed tomorrow. He needs a stress test because he thought he was having a heart attack this morning.

Some big dudes came to the house and took him away in a truck with a red light on top.

I was on the bed screaming - don't take him yet, he hasn't given me my breakfast!

Mawmee took care of us before she went to the hospital. We were glad to see him come home about 6 hours later. Everything checked out okay at the hospital, but the lady in the white coat said he should go see some heart doctor and get his heart checked out just to be sure.

They have to go really early in the morning, so I plan to make sure they get up even earlier so that I don't miss out on a meal.

Diary Gal Must Be On a Diet Too!

Wowza, I'm a diary pick today! I think that Diary Gal must be sympathizing with me because I've got to eat special food.

She is probably on a diet and has to eat special junk like salads instead of burgers. I can feel her pain because I've got to eat kidney food instead of Tiki! It's practically the same situation!

I decided that I wanted to try the Science Diet wet kidney food. Guess what? It's pretty pawsome - at least for now. I goofed the other day in my diary and said I was eating Royal Canin dry, but I'm really eating Purina kidney dry.

Dang, I've been taste testing so many kidney foods, I can't remember what I'm eating! Mawmee says she is going to rotate a couple of the wet foods until I figure out which one I really like. I know for sure that the Purina wet food is, like Heidi would say, Owt!

I want to thank all my friends for honoring me today with the special gifts, rosettes, pmails, and group shout outs!

Have a pawsome week . . . . . . . .

A Royal Canin in my Butt!

I've decided I don't like my Royal Canin wet food anymore. It's too soft!

After all, I was Goldilocks for Halloween last year.

The P-Urina kidney wet food is too hard.
The Royal Canin kidney wet food is too soft.

Hmmmmm, I wonder which one will be just right?

The real reason I don't like it anymore is because I want to see Mawmee take back the 12 cans of Royal Canin that she just switched out for the Purina she took back to the vet.

They're gonna think she is a crazy nut - MOL!

I'm still loving the Royal Canin dry kidney food. But, I noticed that the bag is ginormous and it can't be returned, so I might have to stop eating it and insist on another variety.

You're allowed to do stuff like this when you're as cute as I am . . . . . .

Papa's Got a Brand New Bag!

Mawmee came home with a big bag of new dry food - just for me! She wasn't happy that they didn't have any samples of the dry kidney food because she had a feeling she would buy it, and then I wouldn't like it.

So, before she bought it, she felt through the bag to determine the size of the pieces. I like little pieces of dry food. No shapes. Just little pieces. And these felt like little pieces to her.

Tonight I got my first taste of the Purina NF Kidney food. I think the NF stands for No Foolin'. That means there is no foolin' around - you've got to eat, and you've got to like it!

And guess what?

I liked it! I ate a whole thing! Mawmee had to guard me while I ate it because big fat pigs were trying to get to my bowl. The pigs have names - Violet and Gleek - MOL!

Mawmee was very pleased and excited to see me eat the dry food. When she told Daddy, he said, well, he always likes something new for the first day - let's see what happens tomorrow!

Okay, let's see . . . . . . . . . .

The First Two Letters of Purina . . . . . .

P - U

That is what I think of my Purina kidney food! Give me back my Tiki! Daddy fed me this morning. When Mawmee came downstairs he told her we had a problem.

The problem is I don't like that thick gross food anymore - even when you add water and try to make it appealing! I can smell the others eating Tiki - no fair!!

So, selection #2 was tried - Royal Canin Modified Formula!

Modified? Modified from what? I think the original Tiki would be better than anything that has been modified.

Uhhhh, wait a minute, this modified stuff isn't bad! It's much softer in texture and easier to eat.

Bring on the Royal Canin! Mawmee called the vet and had them hold the 12 cans they have of it. She'll be swapping out with the eight cans of Purina that I don't like anymore.

I'm sure there will be more to this story . . . . . . . . . .

Out With the Tiki - In With the Purina Kidney Food!

It looks like all my Tiki will now be eaten by the other cats. Bummer!

Mawmee opened up the Purina kidney food last night. That stuff is dense! She gave me a little, added some water to it, and broke it into nice bite-sized pieces.

I gobbled it down! That stuff is pawsome! Early, early this morning, I started my Chinese talking - Ha . . . . . . .roooow Ha. . . . . . . . roooow
I was getting my Olympic talk ready, and then Violet told me we aren't going to watch the Olympics this year. Bummer!

Daddy felt sorry for me doing my Chinese talking, so he came downstairs and brought me up to the bedroom. I told him I was hungry and needed my kidney food right now!

My tummy gets hungry every few hours. I think this kidney deal might turn out okay because I'm already getting more attention and more food. I got two breakfasts! I was the only cat to get a second breakfast. Violet sat there staring at me wondering why he wasn't eating a second breakfast. I told him you have to have weak kidneys before you get a second breakfast.

I'm hoping for two lunches today too . . . . . . . . . . .

Give Up Tiki?

OMC, OMC, OMC, OMC - I have to give up Tiki?

My doctor called with my blood results. I'm in the very early stages of kidney disease.

Dang!

She said my BUN is elevated. Well, yesterday it was but she was scratching it near my tail, so of course it was elevated! Your normal BUN is supposed to be 36 and mine is 49.

Some other dumb number was elevated too - creatinine. That number is supposed to be 2.4 and mine is 3.0.

She said I have to try either Hills KD or Purina NF. I know I'm not going to like either one of those. I just know it!

In a month, she will recheck my blood. I think I'm gonna spend the day in mourning.

The Biggest Rabbit in the World!

I'm back from the vet's office! You'll have to check out my slideshow to see how I did today. I'll be adding it to my page in a few minutes.

There was the most ginormous bunny in the lobby. He weighed more than Gleek!

I got taken back to an exam room. They put me in some dog exam room because it had Woof, bark, Grrr on the wall. I wanted to be in the cat room, but I forgot all about that when I saw Sarah come in the room.

Sarah is my vet tech, and she told me that she and Leslie got in a big fist fight because they both wanted to take care of me today. I'm glad Sarah won. She is my favorite, but for some dumb reason she asked about Rocky first.

Hey, we're not gonna talk about the dog. I need to tell you about my new spaceship and Tiki cat food! Dang, Sarah had never heard of the Litter-Robot or Tiki. She must be from some foreign country.

I got weighed next, and I'm 10 lbs - just what I was in January, so she was happy. I like to keep Sarah happy. She listened to my heart and looked at some clock while she did it. Then she did something to me that I'm not going to talk about, but you all know what it is!

Then she went to get my doctor. The doctor couldn't wait to get in the room to see me. Can you believe she had never heard of Litter-Robot either? She listened to my heart because she has to make sure Sarah knows what she is doing. My heart is ticking good.

The torture was next. They did it right in the room in front of Mawmee. Even Sarah closed her eyes when the doctor did the torture. Check out the picture and you'll see Sarah closing her eyes and praying for me! A huge needle went in my neck. I moved because you would move too if a huge needle went in your neck! So, I got stuck AGAIN! Double torture! She took a whole bottle of blood from my neck. I'll find out tomorrow what is in my blood.

I got some stuff to sprinkle on my food to make my bones big and strong. I need strong bones so I can tackle that ginormous bunny in the lobby. I think he could take me.

Then I went out to see Kerry. She wanted my money, but I told her I don't have a job, so she made Mawmee pay. While I was waiting in my carrier on the floor near the creepy lizard, some little girl came over and was gonna unzip my carrier. She was there with her dog, and I yelled, get those dog hands off my carrier. I'm going home, and I don't have time to play with you right now.!

I'm so popular that even the other clients schedule their appointments around my yearly visit . . . . . . . . . .

To the Vet!

Every year, whether I like it or not, the gals in my vet office want to see me.

They sent me a postcard when I was on staycation telling me it was that time. I was hoping since it is already August, and I'm supposed to go in July, that we could skip it this year, but no way, Jose!

So this afternoon, I'll be visiting my pretty doctor. I wonder if the eagle will be there? Or the bunnies?

I can't wait to tell the vet tech about Tiki. They always ask what I eat, and last year I wasn't eating Tiki. I'm sure they'll discover that Tiki has made me a better cat.

I might let my photographer take pictures of me at the vet's office. I'll update you later on how I did . . . . . . . . . .

Happy Birthday POTW!

Today is my Pal of the Week's third birthday! Happy Birthday, Scooter!

Scooter and his brother are ragdolls and they are good friends too. They were the very first mystery that started the Samoa Detective Agency - remember the Blue Brothers? They are really good ARG's!

I have a confession to make. Sometimes things like this happen when you get old like me and when you're getting ready to go on staycation.

I don't send out a lot of birthday gifts because I don't have a job and it's hard to get a job where you can sleep most of the day. Before I went on my staycation, I looked to see who was having a birthday while I was gone.

I noticed my friend, Scooter, was having a birthday today. So, I wrapped up a cheap gift and sent it to Scooter with a note that she couldn't open it until today.

Did you see where I said she? OOPS!!!

I sent the gift to this Scooter because I knew she was gonna be really old on her next birthday - 20! Now, that Scooter isn't gonna be 20 until October. I guess I was a little early - MOL!

So, back to the Scooter that is having a birthday today! Just like most of my Pals of the Week, we have some things in common:

1. Scooter likes being the center of attention.

2. He isn't afraid of much. I'm the only one in this house that isn't afraid of the spaceship!

3. We've both been Cat of the Week!

4. We both have fireplaces, but Scooter has a ritual he does that is very cool - check out his video!

I hope your birthday is super duper pawsome, and that you and Nikko are both feeling better so you can celebrate! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . . . . .

Word Up!

With all these blue collars that are flying around Catster, I thought I'd better give you a new word to use.

Flirtationship

It means that you like to regularly cupcake with an acquaintance or friend girl, but nothing more.

Another word from the past that seems to fit really good with these Febreze collars is farticles - remember that one?

So, quit standing around selling popcorn and give out some of those freebie collars to your friend girls. After all, they have a heart on them and that screams flirtationship . . . . . . . . . .

I'm Back and Smellin' Sweet!

I'm back from my staycation!

Wowza! When I got to the homepage, I saw all these f's - we all had 'em, and I had no idea what it was until I went to my page and saw a gazillion blue collars. The smell was enough to make me gag - a little Febreze goes a long way - MOL!

Thanks to all my sweet friends for making my page smell good. I hope I wasn't the first cat you thought of when you saw those collars. I can hear it now,

Look at that cool, new, free special gift! Now, who do I know that is a little stinker and could use some freshening up? I've got it - Calvin!

Karen, my non-Catster catsitter, left Tiki in the refrigerator, so you can bet I didn't get overfed this staycation!

I was super duper happy to see that Mr. D has come home! What a miracle - yipppeeeeeeeeeeeeee! His family must be so very happy, and I'll bet he will never be allowed outside again! Welcome home, Mr. D! We couldn't be happier for you and your family!

I'm also purring for my friends Cole and Ashley. I was very sad to see they are not doing very well, and I hope they know lots of friends are sending healing and comforting purrs their way.

Purrs ~

Staycation #2

We're gonna be on another staycation starting Friday for a whole week!

Karen, our non-Catster catsitter, will be watching us. Somebody told her not to feed me as much Tiki as last time. Bummer! I think the reason we ran out of Tiki wasn't because I was getting too much, but because she was also giving Tiki to Spunky and Sugar and they were supposed to get Fancy Feast!

But now that we have Tiki in our town, there isn't a problem if we run out. And Mawmee bought a bunch of it, so it is all labeled in the refrigerator as to who gets what!

Karen, our non-Catster catsitter, hasn't seen our spaceship yet. I can't wait to tell her about the mysterious alien. The alien peed in the spaceship today, and it didn't got into orbit until Mission Control hit the launch button!

We'll be seeing you in a week - can you guess from our pages where our Mawmee and Daddy are going on their vacation?

Bon Voyage . . . . . . . . . . . .

P.S. I'll be leaving Maggie Moo as my Pal of the Week until I get back from staycation!

My POTW is an Angel Now

I'm very sad tonight because my Pal of the Week made her journey to the Rainbow Bridge today. Please send your purrs to Maggie Moo's family during this sad time.

I want to tell you about Maggie Moo's most favorite toy. When she went to her forever home, the lady that found Maggie Moo gave her a stuffed mousie with a rope tail and a tiny bell on the back. Maggie Moo has had that toy for 16 years. She thought the mousie toy was her baby, and she carried him around, groomed him, and slept with him.

The baby mousie was lost for a few days, and Maggie Moo was depressed. I'm so happy that her Mommy found the baby mousie and Maggie Moo got to see him again before she made her journey to the bridge.

Maggie Moo was sweet 16 when she became an angel. I know she has many angel friends who greeted her at the bridge. She can play and have a pawsome time at the rainbow until the day when she sees her family again.

Rest in peace, sweet Maggie Moo. Thanks for being a good friend to me, and thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . .

I Feel Like Sally Field!

You like me . . . . . . . . you really like me!

Dang, have you seen my page? I'm going to open up a cupcake bakery! I had the most pawsome birthday of my life, and all my pals are the reason why it was a great day!

Thanks so much for making me feel loved . . . . . . . . .

My Rebirthday!

Woo hoo - I'm 17 today! Today is my re-birthday - the day I was reborn and saved from the death chamber! You all know the story, so I won't bore you with the terrible details, but for the past 6 years, I've lived the life of luxury. I'm so glad to be spending my special day with all the great friends I've made at Catster!

One of those friends is also celebrating a birthday today! Today my Pal of the Week is celebrating her birthday too - Happy Birthday Pearl!

If you look at Pearl's main picture, you'll see that she has a car just like mine! She is way too young to drive, but she lives in New York, and I think cats are allowed to do things earlier than they are in Kentucky!

I'm cracking up at Pearl's brothers, Murray and Willie - they are wearing Hello Kitty party hats today! The numero uno thing that Pearl and I have in common is our favorite food - Tiki! She also eats Wellness dry and so do I. I predict Pearl will live a long life eating the Tiki goodness!

Another thing Pearl and I have in common besides our birthdays, and our love of Tiki is being very vocal when it's time to eat. I don't think there is anything wrong with that because how else are you gonna get their attention? Pearl has some pawsomely big eyes too - just like me.

If Pearl was orange, we might be twins! I hope you have a great birthday, Pearl - thanks for being my Pal of the Week!

Thanks also to all my friends who are making my 17th birthday so pawsome! I got a new basketball bed from Rocky Ann. I guess that means I'll have to give Violet his football bed back - MOL! I also go some neat-o Weruva cat food and Bobble Chix from Merlin the Cat Wizard. And Boogers and family sent me a big 'ole can of Kitty Kaviar, Meow Mix Go Fish, and a Kitty Hoots Springy Worm!

I sure have a lot of cool rosettes and special gifts on my page too - thank you to everycat who has been stopping by and making my page so birthday pawsome today.

I want to send a birthday shout out to a human friend girl of mine. Her name is Sarah and she is 12 years old today. Happy Birthday, Sarah!

I'll be having a great birthday today because of all of you - have a fun weekend . . . . . . . . .

Tagarooni

I've been tagged about a gazillion times, so I'm going to combine a couple of the tags I've gotten.

Here are six things I don't like:

1. Loud talking
2. Riding in the car
3. Getting my butt wiped
4. When Samoa hits me
5. When my friends get sick
6. Getting older

Here are six things I wish I was allowed to do:

I can't think of anything because I'm allowed to do whatever I want because I'm the oldest, and I'm the cutest . . . . . . . . . . . .

Word Up!

Okay, cats, I've got a new word for you today! It is one of my favorites of all the words I've taught you.

The word is . . . . . . . friend girl! Here is what it means:

A cat with whom you are friendly, but not in any way romantically linked.

A good example in a sentence would be Boogers saying this:

My girlfriend/wife is jealous of Pansy, but she doesn't need to be because Pansy is my friend girl. There has never been anything but silliness going on between us!

I've got lots of friend girls . . . . . . . . . .

Astrocat Calvin!

My pal, Luke says I'm out of this world because I'm a true Astrocat! Check out the cool picture on the right of my page that Luke made for me.

He made me an Astrocat when he found out that I've been in the spaceship - I was the first one in the spaceship!

I've used the spaceship three times already. It's pretty cool to pee in a spaceship - I did that tonight. Then I went in the computer room to see Mawmee. I was sitting on her lap, and she was telling me what a brave, good Astrocat I was when we saw Gleek come up the stairs.

He was walking over to check out the spaceship, and all of a sudden, it started moving! It scared him, and he ran downstairs - MOL!

I didn't like the noise either, so I got off the lap and ran downstairs too.

We didn't stick around for lift-off . . . . . . . . . .

One Small Step for Cats . . . . . .

I did it! I was the first one to use the spaceship! And I didn't even have on a spacesuit!

Samoa was telling me to stay away from her princess castle, and I told her it wasn't a castle, it was a spaceship. She triple cat dared me to be the first one to use it.

I looked at Gleek. He said he wasn't gonna be first!

I looked at Violet. He said he wasn't gonna be first - he saw it do the initialization spin, and he didn't trust it!

The spaceship is in the hallway temporarily while our new floor is getting put down in the bedroom. When I got to the top of the stairs, there it was, so I decided to take a peek inside.

Mawmee was taking a shower. When she got out, she decided to see if anybody had been in the spaceship. Imagine her surprise when she saw me! Luckily the camera was nearby (of course!), so I've got proof that the poopies left in the spaceship were mine!

You didn't think I'd do it, did ya? You can teach an old cat a new trick - MOL . . . . . . . . .

Robotic!

OMC, you should see what some astronaut sent us!

It's big and round and weird. We're supposed to do our pee wees and poopies in it.

Violet saw it go through the initialization step, and he told me it moves!

I think I need a spacesuit before I get in it. Dang, where am I gonna get a spacesuit? There wasn't one in the box!

Mawmee followed the instructions from the astronaut. It said to leave the spaceship turned off for a few days until the cats get used to it. She was all excited this morning to see if anycat had gone in the spaceship.

Nope - nothing!

I'm not going in there first . . . . . . . . . .

Another Tiki Convert and Acronym!

I just read Oly's diary.

She received some Tiki in the mail. Guess what? Everycat in the family loved it.

DUH . . . . . . how could you not love the Tiki?

So, that brings me to today's Acronym!

T I T O

I'm not talking about Michael Jackson's brother! It means:

Tiki In, Tiki Out

Tiki Out can either be the natural way, or because of a hairball. I'm thinking that eating Tiki helps with hairballs. I haven't had as many since I've been eating the Tiki!

I'm glad you've joined the Tiki club, Oly . . . . . . . . . . .

The Golden Girl!

Today my Pal of the Week is celebrating her Golden Birthday - she is 7 years old on the 7th! Happy Birthday, Phoebe!

Phoebe is a turkish angora. I think that means she was a sweater from Turkey in another life! You could probably make a sweater from her hair after she gets combed. The girl has some long, fluffy fur!

Even though Phoebe is a girl, we have a few things in common:

1. We both like to knead.

2. We both like Gimme - she probably likes him more than I do.

3. We both have the same square pink bed.

4. Phoebe's Diary is called All About Me, and you all know that I'm a fan of all about too!

5. We both have non-Catster cat sitters named Karen!

I hope you have a great Golden Birthday today, Phoebe! Be sure to stop by her all-day party thrown by Gimme and wish her a happy birthday. Thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . .

Are You Ready for Some Football?

So, Violet got a new football bed for his birthday from Rocky Ann. She sent him a pmail to tell him that you have to open up the football and you sleep inside it!

If you look at the slideshow on Violet's page, you'll see that I was the first cat to actually sleep on the football. This was before we got the pmail and found out how to open up the football.

Once it was open last night, none of us wanted to get in it! However, it didn't take long before I wanted to take a nap in it today.

I've been in the football several times! Tonight I actually got to watch a real live football game in front of the bed. It was the purple team against the beefcake (Violet vs. Gleek). They did all sorts of tackle moves right in front of me! It was pawsome to have a front row seat.

There were no cheerleaders or photographers at the game. Daddy walked by and saw the game going on too. He called for the photographer, but she got there too late.

It was halftime . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Acronym Up!

I've been teaching all you cats cool, new words to use, and I'm very proud when I go to a cat's page and see picture captions and diary entires using words like staycation, chillaxin and photobombing.

Well, you know it's not all about words. Cool, hip cats like Catster cats need to know acronyms too. All the kids use these when they text each other.

So, I'm starting a new class on teaching you some acronyms you can use around the house or when you write in your diary.

Today's acronym is . . . . . . . . . . .

OOC . . . . . .Out Of Control!

Here is an example of how you use it in a sentence:

Violet and Gleek were OOC last night when I saw them running up and down the stairs!

Are you ever OOC?

Dear Anonymous Rosette Giver

I got the message in your rosette today:

Why must you hate girls? Girls are sweet most of the time, girls are nice, girls can be as purrty as boys. If you don't wish to be around girls, fine, just PLEASE don't say anything to offend them! Girls are sensitve souls, just like guys can be.

Since you didn't want to let me know who you were, I thought I'd address a few of your misconceptions.

1. I don't hate girls. I have never said that I hated girls.

2. What I have said is that I don't want a girlfriend - ever!

3. And I've also said: girls make me gag, girls are weird and stuff like that.

4. Do you honestly think all boys like girls? Have you ever been around a 7 year old boy? Ask him if he likes girls!

5. You've never lived with Samoa.

6. Have you ever heard of teasing? Don't you realize that when a boy teases a girl it usually means he likes her.

7. Don't read my diary any more if you think you are going to be offended.

8. I'm sorry you couldn't tell me who you are - I could have talked to you personally through a pmail instead of showing your rosette to every cat who reads my diary.

9. I'm sorry if I did or said anything to personally offend you.

10. All my gagging and teasing is meant in fun. If you took it any other way, I'm sorry. You must not know me very well.


Knead On . . . . . . . . . . . .

Are You Canadian?

My Pal of the Week is Toffy, and he is Canadian! I thought his birthday was today. It was in June, but I had him on my calendar for today. Probably because it is Canada Day, and that means Canada is having a birthday!

Toffy is the perfect cat. At least that is what his Mommy thinks. I'll bet if you asked his sister, Vanessa, she would have a different answer - MOL!

Toffy is my pal that said we should tag our pictures for photobombing because Vanessa photobombs him all the time. She reminds me of Samoa.

Toffy and I both have green eyes, but he has a lot more hair than I do. He looks like my pal, Lancelot! I think he has a lot of hair because he lives in Canada - isn't it cold in Candada?

Toffy's Mommy buys a lot of cool stuff for Toffy and Vanessa. They have a big cat tree and lots of cubes and toys and beds. I don't know if Toffy has ever had Tiki before. I wonder if they sell Tiki in Canada? If not, he'd better get his Mommy to move because shipping Tiki to Canada is probably expensive.

Toffy also has cool contests in his diary entries. Vanessa does contests too. It usually has something to do with toilet paper. Girls are weird.

Thanks for being my Pal of the Week Toffy - even if it isn't your birthday! Happy Canada Day . . . . . . . . . .

HUGE MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT!

OMC - are you sitting down?

Because this is big, I'm telling you, super duper big!

Bigger than Mercy getting another cat in her family - hi Pixie!

I'm telling you bigger than big! Ginormous . . . . . . . . Woo Hoo big!

Big - not small! Gigantic big!

Okay, here goes . . . . . . . . . . . . . our Feeders Supply stores . . . . . . OMC, do you know what I'm about to tell you?

OUR STORE CARRIES TIKI CAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mawmee almost screamed when she saw it in the store today! No more shipping!! Woo Hoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She told the checkout girl that she wanted to hug whoever ordered the Tiki Cat!

The gal said they just got it in, and guess what? They might get a Preferred Customer Card to go with it - you know, when you buy so many, and then you get the next free.

*passes out from the excitement*

Wake Up Call!

Early this morning, I went to the side of the bed and cried out right now to Mawmee. That's what I say when I'm ready for my Tiki!

She picked me up and put me in bed and told me it wasn't time yet. So I figured I'd better go tell Daddy so that he would get up and feed me. I know where my bread is buttered whatever that means!

So, very quietly I got on his pillow. I gave him a gentle stroke with my paw right on his neck. Mawmee was watching and I knew she would think that was a precious move on my part!

Then I got right over his ear and let out a big 'ole right now cry. It's my signature meow! He rolled over and laughed. Mawmee laughed too.

This isn't funny stuff! I'm starving! Get up right now and give me Tiki! Daddy knows I need my Tiki, so everybody got up!

Cool, I'm a diary pick today. Thanks, Diary Gal - *wink wink*! Keep your paws crossed that the Vokis are working next week . . . . . . . . . .

Voki, Voki, Voki!

My Voki friends are getting so frustrated because we have been without our Vokis since May. All our pmails to them have been ignored.

Then Dr. Weiner - being a smart doctor - found the Voki's parent company's email address. I forwarded all the pmails that I had sent to Voki on to the new email address.

A guy named John responded right away. He apologized for no one being in touch. He said that email address is no longer used. Well, then why did they have it on their website? DUH?!

The good news - John is working on getting our problem fixed! So, we'll be back to Voki fun very soon.

Any of you cats who are reading my diary - if you have a Voki and haven't joined my group, please let me know and I'll send you an invite.

Let the Voki Madness begin again . . . . . . . . . . .

Happy Birthday POTW!

My Pal of the Week, Rufus, is celebrating his 10th birthday today!

Rufus has been a friend of ours for a long time. He is one of Samoa's Top 10 Dreamboats - he is the number 1 dreamboat because he has a super duper crush on Samoa.

I think the best word to describe Rufus would be spoiled. It's hard to beat Rocky Ann and her bottled water, but Rufus has some pretty nice perks at his house:

1. Being fed by hand.

2. Hot towels from the dryer.

3. Resting on a feather bed with a down comforter and extra puffy quilt.

4. Getting whatever he wants all the time.

Holy cats, Rufus must live at a resort! I think he also gets massages whenever he wants.

He has the life - it's because he is the only cat. He probably has three litter boxes like Rocky Ann - one for peein', one for poopin', and one for hairballs. I think I need to live at a resort too!

The only thing Rufus doesn't have is his picture in a 365 Cats a Year Calendar. He has tried twice. I agree with Rufus that the contest must be fixed. Have you seen his blue eyes? How could he not get in a calendar with Paul Newman eyes?

I hope you have a Happy Birthday, Rufus. I think everyday is your birthday at your house! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week. . . . . . . .

Pawsome Idea!

My good friend, Toffy, had a pawsome idea concerning my word from yesterday - photobombing!

He said

What about starting a new photo stroll for pictures that have been photobombed. Cats could just tag their pictures with the word photobomb!

I think that idea is da bomb! Toffy has started the stroll with this great picture of Vanessa photobombing his photo session!

Do you have a good photobomb picture? Just tag it with the word photobomb to join the stroll!

Thanks, Toffy, for the fun idea . . . . . . . . . . . .

That Would Be Me!

Who can turn the world on with his eyes?
Who can take a simple word, and suddenly make all the cats use it?
Well it's you boy, and you should know it
With each glance and every little movement you show it

Love is all around, no need to waste it
You can be a diary pick, why don't you take it
You're gonna make it after all
You're gonna make it after all . . . . . . . . . .

chillaxin . . . . . flojectile . . . . . abc. . . . . srsly . . . . . cupcaking . . . . . selling popcorn . . . . .car boogers . . . . . bragadocious . . . . . staycation. . . . . farticles . . . . . attention spam . . . . . bogart . . . . . gay . . . . . photobombing. . . .

Thanks Diary Gal for thinking I'm the bomb today and putting me on the list! This is my first time in 2008 to be picked. Thanks to all my friends for the fun rosettes and special gifts too . . . . . . . . . . .

Word Up!

I thought it was time for a new word. Today's word that you need to add to your vocab is:

photobombing

I know you cats have had this happen before. Here is the way it goes down in our house.

Samoa will pick out her favorite boa. She will get on the bed and start posing all prissy and princessy like. Then Gleek will jump on the bed and start photobombing the session!

It's when you intentionally pose in other cats' pictures, and they don't know what is going on. Then they look at their pictures on the computer, and there is some cat yawning and making faces in the background - MOL! Picture ruined!

It's the bomb . . . . . . . . the photobomb . . . . . . . . . . .

Happy Birthday POTW!

Today my Pal of the Week is three years old! Happy Birthday, Sully!

Sully's long name is Sullivan - like Ed. I don't think he even knows who Ed is because he is only three. And he lives in Canada. Ed probably wasn't on in television in Canada.

Since Sully is three today, I thought I'd tell you three things we have in common:

1. Our big green eyes - his are as big as saucers!

2. We both like laps.

3. We both crave attention.

Now, I'll tell you three things we don't have in common:

1. Sometimes he gives his sister, Pansy, a bath. I saw it in one of his pictures! You'll never see me giving Samoa a bath. Ever!

2. Sully likes to jump and knock pictures off the wall. Wowza - he must be an interior decorator! I think his Mommy should get new pictures - Sully is trying to tell her something!

3. He has a girlfriend - Smudge - or Smudgelet as he likes to call her. She lives in England, so they have a long distance romance.

Sullivan is one neat-o guy, even if he has never heard of Ed! I hope you have a pawsome birthday today, Sully, and thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . . . . . . . .

My Supplier Came Through!

I've got my own private Tiki supplier! He gets the goods and delivers! My stash came today - a big box full of the Tiki goodness!

Murray is lucky - the Tiki goodness is right around the corner from him. And the store was having a ginormous sale - half off! I jumped on the chance to get Tiki on sale. Luckily, I got in under the wire - before it went back to full price!

Thanks a bunch to Murray's Daddy who probably spent a gazillion dollars in gas to go get Tiki for all his friends.

I'm ready the next time Karen, the non-Catster catsitter, watches us on staycation . . . . . . . . . . .

Chip Me!

OMC, did you read about my buddy, Diego? He escaped from his house while his Mommy was at work.

He and LuLu have had screaming company for months now - well, probably not months, but it seems like it when there are screaming kids involved - MOL!

I think those relatives were trying to get rid of Diego! They left the door open and told him to go out and catch a squirrel. When he went out, they locked the door behind him!

What if Karen, the non-Catster catsitter, did that to us? Dang, I know we use the litterbox alot, and maybe she will get tired of cleaning them, and one day she will conveniently leave the door open!

Non-Catster relatives and non-Catster cat-sitters can't be trusted! I think I need a microchip . . . . . . . . and a collar with ID . . . . . . . and a suitcase for my Tiki . . . . . . . . . . .

A in Father's Day

We had a family meeting and decided to each take a letter in Father's Day and describe our Daddy using that letter.

A stands for

Academician

You probably didn't think I knew a big word like that, did you? MOL! My Daddy went to school forever. He works at a university, so that makes him an academician.

Daddy says it's not a big deal that he has a Dr. in front of his name. Mommy says it's a big deal because she helped him get through his Ph.D. So, Daddy tells his students they don't have to call him Dr. unless Mawmee is around - MOL! They call him Dr. anyway.

He isn't a doctor that can make you better if you're sick, but if you're dumb, he can make you smarter!

Happy Daddy's Day, and thanks for telling me I'm your favorite! I hope all the Catster Daddies have a pawsome day . . . . . . . . . . .

Word of the Day!

Gay

Joyful, vibrant, full of life, happy, jovial, and good spirited

Some of you cats have been using this word to describe me. Thank you - I do think I'm pretty joyful, vibrant, and happy. I try to be good spirited too.

I had a good friend, Kramer pmail me right before my staycation.

Here is what Kramer had to say:

My mom knows gay! She is a clothing designer and beauty pageant coach. That being said, I think you are straight, but perhaps have a little cross-dressing thing going one. Now that's perfectly acceptable.

Be proud of who you are and wear what you want, although I personally think cool tones like blues and greens would be your best bet.

So, there you have it - from a professional! I'm a straight gay . . . . . . . or is that a gay straight?

All I know is the next time my photographer wants to take my picture, I'm going to insist on wearing blue or green . . . . . . . . .

The Birthday Box

Ohio Grandmaw sent Mawmee a present in a big box. I helped her open it, and asked if I could have the box when she was done.

The box has the lid back on it, and I've been using it for my very own platform.

This morning Violet looked interested in the box. He came over and licked my face. I licked his face back and then got an evil look in my eye. Our tails started twitching, and the photographer ran to get the camera.

I felt the need to protect my box. I tackled Violet. Yep, you read that right - I tackled Violet!

I jumped on top of my box . . . . . . . . he came over closer . . . . . . . I swatted at him . . . . . . . . he acted like he was going to bite me . . . . . . I told him to back away from the box. It's mine . . . . . . . all mine!

Violet walked over to the scratching post to sharpen his nails, and then he went into the kitchen. I fell asleep on the box.

Man, we lead exciting lives . . . . . . . . . . .

Happy Birthday!

My Mawmee adds one more year to her age today. She is definitely an Olde Furt!

I think I probably got her a card, and I might have even gotten her a present. I need to check with Daddy to see if I did.

The best present I can give her is looking cute today. She digs that. I sat on her lap last night while she watched The Bachelorette. Some guy from our hometown is one of the guys. He got a rose, so he must be a good kisser.

Mawmee is a good kisser. She kisses me all the time. I think I'll let her kiss me today for her birthday. She'll dig that.

Speaking of digging, one of the presents she wanted was to not have to scoop out the litter boxes all day. She didn't get that present because Daddy slept later than she did. Oh well, you can't have everything you want on your birthday!

Happy Birthday, Mawmee . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I Crave the Tiki Cat!

My body is looking fine because of all the extra Tiki Cat I got from Karen, my non-Catster catsitter.

However, several days on Fancy Feast, and my delicate system is all out of whack! I left flojectiles today in the dining room and the hallway!

Mawmee ordered the Tiki Cat the first thing this morning, so I should only have to eat Fancy Feast for a few more days.

I had several friends tell me that Tiki Cat has some new flavors. I'm an Ahi tuna man, but I'd be willing to try chicken. However, my on-line store doesn't have the chicken flavor yet. So, I sent Carol an email. She is the Tiki Cat gal at Whole Pets. I asked her if she was gonna get some chicken Tiki in her store. She is going to check with her Tiki delivery man and get back to me.

I also had several friends say that they want Karen, the non-Catster catsitter, to catsit for them on their next staycation. I'll check with her and see if she is willing to fly to your house. She will need a key to your house. She keeps all the catsitting house keys in a big bowl. It takes her almost an hour to figure out which key fits the door!

MOL . . . . . . . . . .

How I Spent My Summer Staycation!

There were pages of instructions left for Karen, our non-Catster catsitter, while Mawmee and Daddy went on vacation.

After they left, I told Violet to get on the counter and see what the instructions said about feeding me Tiki Cat. The instructions said to feed me twice a day, about 1/2 can each time. I told Violet to scratch a number one in front of the 1/2.

Plan A was in the works!

The instructions also said in case of emergency call Mawmee's cell phone and leave a message. She had international calling put on her phone, but if someone left a message it wouldn't cost them anything. It would only cost to retrieve the messages.

So, on Thursday, you can imagine how Mawmee felt when she saw the little envelope show up on her phone telling her she had a message.

Dang - she forgot to ask the Sprint guy how to retrieve a message because it didn't work the regular way. And you couldn't tell who had called!

Panic set in . . . . . . . what was the emergency? . . . . . . had one of us kicked the bucket?

A call to Ohio Grandmaw . . . . . . . everything was okay in Ohio.

A call to Karen, the non-Catster catsitter. No answer. Worry setting in with every minute that passed in vacationland.

A call to a girlfriend . . . . . . tell her to get in touch with Karen, the non-Catster catsitter. Call back if there is an emergency. No news means good news.

No phone call . . . . . . everything must be okay!

Vacation continued . . . . . . . dinner at the pier . . . . . . mariachi music . . . . . . salsa and chips . . . . . . . cool breeze . . . . . . . . .Daddy's cell phone rings . . . . . . . .panic mode sets in.

Daddy couldn't get to the phone quick enough. The number was Karen's - you know, the non-Catster catsitter.

Mawmee is about to pass out waiting to hear what has happened. Daddy said he would call her back. He steps out of the restaurant to get away from the guy playing the guitar. He comes back and hands the phone to Mawmee.

OMC - what has happened back home?

She goes outside to talk to Karen, the non-Catster catsitter. Karen's first words to Mawmee:

We're out of Tiki Cat - where do you get it? I've been to Feeder's Supply and they've never heard of it!

Plan A worked brilliantly!

Mawmee laughed so hard . . . . . . . she had left way more Tiki than was needed!

Karen, the non-Catster catsitter, was feeding us wet food like it was going out of style - all the Fancy Feast in the refrigerator was gone too. She had to make a trip to Walmart and get more Fancy Feast!

My summer staycation rocked . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Word Up!

My word for all you cats today is . . . . . . . attention spam! Here is what it means:

It's a condition resulting in a failure to process basic facts or comprehend common knowledge, due largely to having a mind full of useless information.

Now, I'll use it in a sentence:

Phoebe's obsession with me being gay is a result of her suffering from attention spam!

MOL!

Her brain is full of stuff about ducks and smoke and firebugs and picnic baskets, and she is confusing the piffle out of me!

Poor Gimme . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Fairies!

I'm not talking about Phoebe thinking I'm gay . . . . . . I'm talking about my night time calling!

Mawmee listened closely last night and the noise I make sounds like this:

Aaaaaaaaah Row

Aaaaaaaaah Row

Daddy told her that I've been eating too much Tiki Cat, and I'm saying Hello like a Chinese cat who has trouble pronouncing the letter L!

But, I also heard from my friend, Lancelot. He said I'm talking to the fairies! He had a sister named Kiki who talked to fairies at night too.

Yeah, I think that's what I'm doing - I'm talking to fairies! And according to the logic class I took, talking to fairies doesn't make you gay . . . . . . . . . . . .

Is Phoebe a Snoop?

One of the girls who flirts with me told me that I should check out Phoebe's diary today.

The first thing I noticed is Phoebe's Diary Title - All About Me! Doesn't she realize all about . . . . . has been taken? I guess she doesn't read my photo captions!

Okay, so I saw the diary entry title, Is Calvin Gay?

Most girls don't know anything about logic. I took a logic class once when I was younger. Here is what I learned.

If A = B, and If B = C, then A = C

If Calvin = a smart boy

and If All smart boys = gagging about girls

Then Smart Calvin = gagging about girls

AND

If Gagging about girls = being gay

and If Being gay = not liking girls (if you're a boy)

Then Gagging about girls = not liking girls

No where in the above do I see:

Calvin = Gay

Geesh! And I stick by my statement: Tiki is better than any girl! Gimme - did you know your girlfriend reads your rosettes? MOL . . . . . . . .

Goodnight John Boy!

Almost every night after everyone is in bed, I'll start this really loud wailing muahhhhhhh sound.

The first time I did it, Mawmee came running because she thought I was hurt. When she realized I wasn't hurt, she thought maybe I saw the black cat on our front porch, and I was talking to him.

Daddy's has a theory. He thinks I'm doing roll call . . . . . . . gathering the troops to see where everybody is for the night.

Kind of like when John Boy and his family said goodnight to each other!

Goodnight Samoa . . . . . . . . . . . Goodnight Calvin

Goodnight Violet. . . . . . . . . . . Goodnight Calvin

Goodnight Gleek . . . . . . . . . . . Goodnight Calvin

Goodnight Spunky. . . . . . . . . . . Goodnight Calvin

Goodnight Sugar. . . . . . . . . . . Goodnight Calvin

Goodnight Rocky . . . . . . . . . . . Goodnight Calvin

Goodnight Mawmee. . . . . . . . . . . Goodnight Calvin

Goodnight Daddy. . . . . . . . . . . Goodnight Calvin

It's practically morning before I get all my goodnights in . . . . . . . . .

Does Your Daddy Dance?

Hey, friends, if your Daddy has the moves - the dance moves - he can enter this contest at Hallmark for a chance to win big bucks.

This is the last contest we would ever enter our Daddy in. You haven't seen him dance.

You don't want to . . . . . . . . . . .

You Say Vacation and I Say Staycation!

I say Staycation, and you say Vacation!

Vacation . . . . . . Staycation . . . . . . . Staycation . . . . . . . Vacation . . . . . . . .let's call the whole thing off!

I've got a new word for you cats - staycation! I'm sure you all know what it means! It's what happens to us cats when our parents go on vacation! The real definition is:

A vacation that is spent at one's home enjoying all that home and one's home environs have to offer.

Well, my Mawmee and Daddy are going on vacation next Saturday for a whole week! I'll be having a staycation with Karen the non-Catster-catsitter coming twice a day to take care of me. She doesn't know about the Tiki yet, so I'm going to make a special phone call and let her know that she needs to get her butt here on time during my staycation!

Here is what I'll be enjoying that my home has to offer:

1. Tiki everyday!
2. Cuddle beds galore!
3. Catnip toys!
4. Friends to play with!

Here is what Mawmee and Daddy will be enjoying on their vacation:

1. Fruit drinks every day by the pool!
2. Beaches galore!
3. A relaxing massage
4. Checking out the local restaurants and shops

Mawmee said staycations are okay, but it is more fun to go on a vacation! They'll be speaking Spanish because they are going to Cabo San Lucas!

My Pal of the Week will be going on hiatus for a couple of weeks. I'll start back up again in June!

Adios . . . . . . . . . . . . .

24th Pal of the Week Journeys to the Bridge

My sweet friend, Cybil, has made her journey today to the bridge.

Geesh, I hate it when friends leave to become an angel! I know how sad it is for their family, so today I'll be purring for Luna, Phineas, Lily, and Winston and her Mommy, Daddy and human sisters. I know those sisters had a special bond with Cybil.

I'm also sad for Cooter because he had a special crush on Cybil! I'm sure she will watch over Cooter and all of us.

Rest in peace, sweet Cybil. You will be missed . . . . . . . . . . .

Stocking Up!

I can't write in my diary right now. I'm working on getting my body full of Tiki!

I heard something about a catsitter, and vacation, and only being fed twice a day instead of three times!

I might have to stockpile some opened Tiki cans in the dining room somewhere.

I need a self-serve Tiki bar . . . . . . . . . . . .

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!

Today my Pal of the Week is having her second birthday! Happy Birthday, Joy!

The coolest thing about today being Joy's birthday is that it is also her best friend's second birthday - Happy Birthday Dexter!

These two are the cupcake twins. She is Cuppycake Joy, and he is Cuppycake Dexter! When you're two, you make up silly names like that for each other. When they get to be older and wiser like me, they'll have nicknames like Love Muffin or Love Cupcake!

Joy was named Munchkin when she was at the shelter. The lady who rescued her found her in an industrial area running as a stray. She sure was lucky that the lady found her - and now look at the great home she has found! Maybe her nickname should be Luckycake Joy!

Wowza, have you ever seen a tail this big before? If she could open up that tail, we'd be calling her Peacockcake Joy!

Joy is one furry cat, and I'll be she sheds just like Samoa! Maybe her nickname should be Fluffycake Joy!

Well, whatever you want to call her, I'm calling her my Pal of the Week! Have a pawsome birthday with your family, Joy . . . . . . . . .

Word Up!

Gleek and I were sitting around today talking about poopies. So, to go along with his diary entry for today, I thought I'd give you cats a new word for your vocabulary!

Farticles

The air that is contaminated after somecat lets one rip!

Here is how you use it in a sentence:

Geesh, Violet, you just stunk up my air space with your farticles!

MOL . . . . . . . . . . .

My Famous Pal of the Week!

I've probably not had a more famous Pal of the Week than this week's pal - Skeezix!

First of all, he lives in California where all the movie stars live. He has the movie star look down pat!

I first met Skeezix when I joined his FOS group - Frends Of Skeezix. They spell words differently in California. It takes a long time for that stuff to reach Kentucky. We still spell friends with the i!

Skeez is famous around the world. He has his very own blog where he posts pictures, and writes about worldly things.

I recently found Skeezix listed as a Snuzzilicous Site - I wonder if he knew he was Snuzzilicous? At first I didn't recognize the word because here in Kentucky, we spell it Snuzzilicious. Dang, why do we always add extra i's to our words?

I was also reading this interview of Top Dog Ted at HQ by some New Jersey newspaper lady. He was talking about Dogster and Catster, and when the lady asked him if he had any favorite diaries, here is what he said:

Skeezix the Cat's diary is also pretty great. His voice and personality come
through loud and clear. Here he is describing going for a trip in the car:
"They wood NOT let me take my stroler or the tunnul box becuz the Food Lady
sed, 'Skeezix! Yoo alreddy have too much krap alreddy; we don't have room!
We're only going for ONE DAY!' So I had to make do with the bare
essenchuls." Read more here: http://www.catster.com/cats/320117.

Wowza, how cool is that - I told you Skeezix is a famous cat! Thanks for being my most famous Pal of the Week . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Bag Lady!

Does your Mommy collect junk? My Mawmee has a thing for bags - tote bags, canvas bags, beach bags - we've got a gazillion of them! I think she gets one everytime she goes on vacation, or when she attends seminars. It started back in her Girl Scout days when she was the chief cookie. She got a cool bag every year, and the addiction started.

Whenever she finds a cool bag, Daddy will say, oh, we need another one of those. You can never have enough tote bags!! You got that right, Daddy!

So, you can imagine how excited she was when Kroger said you could design your own bag.

I'm on a bag now. I got approved. Like there was any question about it - MOL! Check out my Kroger bag!

Do you live with a bag lady, too?

Paper, Plastic, or Calvin?

Well, the old bag is history! I'm not talking about Samoa - MOL! I'm talking about those plastic bags that you get at your grocery store.

Kroger is celebrating going green by letting you design your own bag!

Of course, the princess had to be the first one to get her mug on a bag! Now, it's my turn. It takes a couple of days before they approve the design. Then, you can vote for the bags you like each day.

Mawmee is all for going green, but dang, we use those plastic bags for cleaning out our litter boxes! And you all know how we run out of those bags! Remember when Gimme came to the rescue and sent me bags in the mail?

Won't it be fun for your Mommy to go shopping, and when she is in the checkout lane, the guy at the end says:

Do you want paper, plastic, or Calvin?

MOL! MOL!

Just be sure you tell him what my Mawmee will tell him:

I'd like my milk and juice in a Calvin bag, please!

I'll have a link on my page when my bag gets approved so you can see what picture I picked!

Go green . . . . . . . . . . . .

Major Re-Gift!

Do you have a job?

Do you have $250?

Then you can own a Kia!

I don't have a job.

I don't have any money.

So, I didn't know what I was gonna do for Mawmee's Day. I talked to Daddy and asked him if he could help us out so that we could get her a gift. He said he would take care of it. I told him to go all out - get a card too!

She loved her cards - Rocky got her one too. We didn't want him signing the cat card!

Then it was time to open the present. I couldn't wait to see what we got her! She opened the box and inside was one of those digital picture frame thingies that you set on your desk, and it displays a slideshow of your pictures.

She kind of looked at it funny, and said to Daddy:

This is nice, but I already have one of these.

And Daddy said:

I know, this is it - but now it has pictures on it!

MOL! We gave that gift to Mawmee last year for Mommy's Day, and for some reason she never had time to read the instructions and load the pictures! Daddy said it was a re-gift! Mawmee laughed and laughed!

While Mawmee was at bunco last week, Daddy got on her computer and got the pictures. All of the pictures were of us - of course! There was an extra picture of me because I'm the favorite!

I hope you have fun celebrating with your Mommy today . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Are You Snuzzy?

Snuzzy wuzzy was a bear
Snuzzy wuzzy had no hair
Snuzzy wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?

Have you checked out Catster's new blog called Snuzzy?

Here is what they say about Snuzzy:

Snuzzy, where cute and fuzzy collide, sniffs out the funniest Internet pet humor so you don't have to. We'll make you srsly grrrin from ear to ear with a daily dose of slobber-soaked furry funnies!

I see they must have been reading my diary because they are using one of my words - srsly!

It looks like most of the snuzzy stuff is from other websites. I don't know why they have to look to other websites to find snuzzy stuff. I think there is plenty of snuzz right here at Catster!

Snuzz on . . . . . . . . . . . .

More Tiki Fans!

We're converting more cats over to the Tiki side of life! Mawmee has felt sorry for Spunky, so I'm now sharing my Tiki with Spunky and Sugar!

And guess who else got a special Tiki delivery in the mail - Teebo and Callie! Their parents are going out of town and feel really guilty, so they got some Tiki!

Have you gone Tiki yet? You've got to use one of these tactics to get the Tiki:

1. But, Mommy, Tiki is sold in our town, we have to buy it - no shipping!

2. You're going out of town and leaving me here all by myself?

3. All my friends are eating Tiki! Why can't I?

4. It's all natural!

5. Don't you love me?

6. I've heard even the picky eaters like Tiki!

7. I want Tiki, and I want it now! Well, only try this one as a last resort!

Good luck . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A Golden Birthday Cinco de Mayo Pal of the Week!

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

Happy Golden Birthday to my Pal of the Week, Cooter! A golden birthday is when the day of your birth matches your age! So, Cooter is five today - on the 5th!

Cooter's story is similar to many of us:

1. A lonely, hungry stray
2. A house with a sign in the yard - Woman of the house is a sucker for stray cats - you will be fed, you will be convinced to go inside the house, you will be loved, you will enjoy it!
3. It's a big sign - we have one in our yard too!
4. Woman of the house is going to get you ready to be adopted - dang, it makes you laugh cause you know where this is going, don't you?
5. Man of the house says two cats is enough - double dang, you're rolling on the floor cause you know what the man of the house says doesn't matter when it comes to stray, hungry cats!
6. Man of the house agrees the cat can stay - man of the house thinks it is his decision - more laughing here, huh?

Cooter found his forever home, and he still gets to go outside. But, he has trained his parents on when he wants to go out, and when he wants to come back in the house. He reminds me of Violet when he used to be an indoor/outdoor kitty.

Cooter is an escape artist - he has supplied all the cats in the neighborhood with nice collars. He gets a new one, and then he takes it off and delivers it to some other cat. He also has a chip in him - not on his shoulder, but inside his body with all his identification information. Hey, I wonder if I have a chip in me?

Cooter likes older women - his girlfriend is Cybil, and his best S friend is Scooter because Scooter without the S is Cooter!

Cooter has a brother, Luke (see numbers 1-6 above for his story), a sister, Sissy (see numbers 1-6 above for her story, but insert SPCA at #1), two more brothers named Copy and Paste (see numbers 1-6 above for their story), and another sister, Shadow (see numbers 1-6 above for her story)

Have a super duper Golden Birthday, Cooter! Thanks for being my Pal of the Week . . . . . . .