Deep Thoughts.... by Marvin

Bad news about my Nemesis

I have some bad news. Some of my friends have read about my nemesis "The Mean White Kitty". Well my Mommy's friends were driving over to visit and the car in front of them hit the Mean White Kitty. My Mommy's friend said he didn't look good and he was rushed away in a car to the vet's office. I feel bad for him. We didn't get along on a personal level but even though he was my nemesis nobody wants to see a fellow kitty get hurt. It remains to be seen whether the Mean White Kitty will ever return, but I am hoping for his sake I will see the day when I get to scream at him through the back door window again...

Update on the Mean White Kitty

A few kitties have inquired as to the Mean White Kitty and what he is up to. After all, he is my nemesis and I need to keep a close eye on him. There have been a few late night encounters with him - at the expense of Mom's sleep as she has been woken several times with my intruder screams. He doesn't seem to come around during the day, but Mom does see him in the neighbourhood. He strolls around casually like he owns the place, in no hurry, sometimes down the middle of the street. I think he has a bit of an attitude! One thing I did find funny was that Mom saw he had on a pink collar with a bell. Now you're probably going to say, "its a girl". But I don't think so, he's big and white - not your typical girl. I just rather like to think of him as a boy being forced to dress up in feminine attire *snickers*

It's my sister's Birthday!

It's Minka's Birthday today, she's two years old! It's been an interesting year. At first I wasn't so sure about that pushy little ball of fur, but I have to admit she has grown on me and *gasp* I like having her around. So today I want to wish her Happy 2nd Birthday! Anyone who is reading this, you can drop by her page, we've decorated with lots of cakes, so help yourself to a piece and leave a comment wishing her Happy Birthday.

The Mean White Kitty

We've been having a visitor at the back door lately, but he is not like the others in the past who we like and talk to. He has earned the nickname "The Mean White Kitty", here's why

Encounter #1:
A big fluffy white kitty comes to the back door at breakfast time and looks in. We all go over to say hello to the new arrival. The big white kitty hisses, baring teeth and swats at the back door in an angry frenzy. Minka scrambles away knocking over the kibble bowl and flinging the wet food across the kitchen in her wake. Milo bolts for the stairs to go to his "safe spot". I get all freaked and run to Mom. Mean White Kitty continues to sit on the back steps staring in ready for a fight - this is WAR!

Encounter #2:
Daddy hears "death cries" coming from the kitchen. He thinks something is wrong and comes running, only to find that The Mean White Kitty and I are in a stand-off on either side of the window. There is something wrong alright, an aggressive invader is on my back step and won't leave.

Encounter #3:
It's dinner time and Mom is cooking in the kitchen. Mean White Kitty is sitting on the back step again. I let out my death cries and crouch down by the door. I slowly back away from his cold hard stare and watch from afar, Minka is no where to be seen (and she is always in the middle of any kind of action). Milo approaches the door and meows. Yes, meows. Milo only meows a couple of times a year, so you know he is serious. The stare down between Milo and the Mean White Kitty continues for what seems like forever. Finally Mean White Kitty walks away, we watch him from the kitchen window as he uses the back garden as a litter box - Blasphemy...

The Dilemma

I had a HUGE dilemma this morning, I was torn in two. Outside in the backyard the birdies had gathered in a big group on the ground, twittering, squawking and flapping their wings, you know a bird party. But then Mom gets a bowl of hard boiled eggs out of the fridge and starts cracking them to make egg salad sandwiches. Some of you may know that I really have a thing for hard boiled eggs, they drive me wild! So the question was; Do I go watch the birdies or hang out with Mom as she makes the sandwiches?
So I weighed my options. Birdies are always entertaining, and they were really close AND there were lots of them? But on the other hand Egg Salad sandwiches don't happen every day and there is just something about the cracking of the shells and the intoxicating smell of the egg inside.
What would you do?
In the end the eggs won out. What can I say, the eggs don't happen every day and if Mom let her guard down some of that egg could have been mine!

It's my Birthday!

Wow, another year has gone by. I don't know what I think about year number three. What does it mean? I can't say that I no longer am a kitten, I wasn't last year either, am I all grown up? That's what Mom says. I guess I will just enjoy the day, cash in on the extra treats, toys and love and have a snooze in the sunshine and listen to the twittering of the spring birdies outside.

New Printer!

Wowie! Mom and Dad brought home a new printer, and I gotta say, it is the best thing ever! There is something about the beeping, humming and the way the paper slides in and out of that contraption. If I hear it going I come sprinting from anywhere in the house and get right up next to it and pose ready to pounce. If you kitties out there don't have one you gotta get one, it drives me wild!

My brother is a finalist!

Wow, a finalist in the Coolest contest. I don't know about my brother being cool, but I always knew deep down he was a diva seeking the spotlight. I wish him luck, hopefully this won't be going to his head or he'll be impossible to live with!

Minka's Birthday!

Hooray! It's Minka's Birthday today, the big ONE! I love Birthday's, I love parties, I love my sister. Drop by her page, sign her guestbook and have some cake, there is lots for everyone.

My Sister's Birthday

Today is Minka's Birthday, I hope she has a purrfect day full of treats and attention. However secretly deep down I really hope that she grows up and starts acting less rambunctious. Admittedly I wasn't too happy about her first coming to live with us but I come to love (ekk, yes, love) the little furball. Mom has caught us sharing the cat tree together and hanging out so I guess the cat is out of the bag. However, I still don't appreciate her trying to rub all over me and mounting super ambushes as I am lounging on the bed. So I guess my Birthday wish for her is a bit selfish, but it is a Birthday wish nonetheless.

Hmmmm... the surprise is here...

Well, Mom is back from her road trip and she brought us back something alright, a new sister. I must say I am not sure what to think. She’s interesting, and she likes to play, so this is good, I am intrigued. However, she is bossy and has indicated that she would like to be at the top of the pecking order around here. This I have a problem with, I am alpha male, I run the show. This little 5 pound furball is throwing her weight around (the little that she has), she has chased me up and down the stair numerous times AND has had the audacity to swat me in the head! She seems to have no fear and the tactics I use to manipulate Milo have no affect on her. I may have to relent…. I still have Milo to pick on, right?

Hmmmm... Why is Mom busy?

I need to get my typist back. Mom's been off doing things and working. Showers, weddings, christenings and BBQs... these are all things I don't understand, it just takes her away from catering to our every desire. What I do know is that she has to wrap presents for most of these things, so that is a bonus since I like to "help". She says things will go back to normal soon, but I don't know. She is even going on a road trip with her sister, OVERNIGHT! AHHHH! What will I do? I know Dad is at home, but it just isn't the same. She has promised to bring us back something, something that we will really like. I wonder what it could be? Herring Steaks, new mousies? Maybe a new cat tree perhaps? I guess we'll just have to suffer through the next few days to find out.....

2 Different Tag Games!

Alright, I've been tagged for two different games. Sir Sonny Bono tagged me for 5 Furtastic Facts about myself and Alfie tagged me for 6 Things I Don't Like. So here goes

5 Furtastics Facts
1. I once got stuck in the laundry hamper after I did a "Super Marve" dive off of the dresser. Mom had to rescue me as I was wedged into the bottom upside down like a turtle. She laughed at me.... I didn't think it was funny.
2. I recently eviserated my first mousie. That poor little fushia pink fun fur rodent didn't have a chance against me....
3. I don't watch t.v. very much but whenever I see the Muppets come on, I am mesmerized.
4. Now that the summer is here, bird watching is my favorite activity, Dad just put up a bird feeder for us, it is fantastic!
5. I really like string toys, my favorite one at the moment is the birthday present that Alfie and Teddy send us, it's a string AND it rattles!

6 Things I Don't Like
1. When I was little I had to take antibiotics for a sinus infection. Mom would try to hide it in my food or treats, but I was smart and would spit it out, yucky!
2. When my springies and mousies get stuck underneath the stove.
3. Being denied people food, although it is always so much better when you are not supposed to have it. My furriend Ginny calls it the "forbidden fruit" effect.
4. When Milo doesn't want to play, sometimes he's a lazy stick in the mud.
5. When we are evicted from the bedroom. Apparently Mom and Dad say it is for "sanity" during the night, honestly I don't see a problem with making the bed into part of our midnight race course...
6. Mom won't let me outside when she goes in the back yard or the balcony. I've never been out, but I just know that there are lots of people to meet and interesting things to investigate!

Anybody who reads this is welcome to play!

Sometimes I Gross Mom Out!

O.K. so I went a little too far this morning. I settled into the bed with Mom (after walking all over her for about 5 min) to get in a morning kneading session. I went for her neck, buried in my face and went for it, purring and kneading. Well I guess I was a little too relaxed because I started drooling, which in itself is not too unusual. However, it is WHERE I drooled that makes this story interesting. As my drool trickled down into her ear, it suddenly brought her to a fully awakened state. "Ewww! Gross Marvie" were her words, as she sat straight up and started trying to clean out her ears. I don't understand, I just love her and the drool is a sign of my affection. I guess what is repulsive to some is affection to others....

I like to help wrap presents

One wedding & one baby shower this weekend = lots presents to be wrapped!
I must admit I am really honing my wrapping skills lately. I've got the paper pounce, the ribbon grab and the all important bow tasting down to a science. Mom doesn't always appreciate the help, but I'm sure the recipiants do since there is always a little piece of me sent with every gift!

Yum, hard boiled eggs!

O.K. so Mom decided to have a snack the other day, not the usual ones, this one was different. She had this thing called a hard boiled egg..... and well... I went wild! I'm not sure if if was the crunching of the hard exterior or intoxicating smell of divine yellow and white tasty snack inside. I lunged at it, I grabbed at it, I grabbed Mommy's hand to pull it towards me, but to no avail.... Mom had to finally stand up to eat it because I was "relentless" as she put it. I am not discouraged because I know that, one day, I will claim one of those eggs as mine.

Fire! Fire! Fire!

We had a very crazy day yesterday. A house across the street from us caught on fire. There were fire trucks, police men, bells and sirens! Flames shot up and a big smelly cloud of black smoke poured out of it. I wasn't afraid, but Milo was sure freaked out. Mommy got a ride home from a furriend of hers, he was nice enough to call her up and warn her of what was going on. She rushed home because she wanted to make sure we were o.k. and to shut the windows so we wouldn't smell the nasty smoke. When she got to the street they wouldn't let her go and check on us because there were 4 houses on fire by that time (we live in Toronto so in some places the houses are very close together). Mom was smart, she got in the back way, found us and closed the windows. All in all nobody got hurt but there were many families without homes last night... Yesterday was very eventful, but not in a happy way.

It's My Birthday!

It's my birthday today, and my brother too, can't forget him. Apparently I am supposed to be all grown up now, but I don't feel that way. I am still a kitten at heart! I just wanted to let everyone know that there is a drop in party over at the forums today. Every kitty is welcome to come by and join in the festivities!

Cats and Srapbooking don't mix

Well perhaps Scrapbooking and I don't mix. It seems I got myself into another bit of trouble last night. Mommy has resumed her scrapbooking since our arrival. Apparently as kittens we were a little too hard to manage while scrapbooking so it was put on the backburner for a while. It has been going o.k. lately with a few minor pouncing incidents courtesy of me. Well last night didn't work out so well for everyone involve. First off Mommy started by asking me if I would be able to restrain myself while she glued some ribbon to a page. Ask a simple question and get a simple answer.... it was a resounding NO. I proceeded to pounce for the page, ripping it in the process. My Mommy said, no Marvie! and tried to push me away. I then leaped onto edge of a tray that was holding all her carefully cut letters,embellishments, eyelets and brads. Unfortunately this tray served as a catapult and the thousands of little pieces that were on it were launched across the living room. I think for a few seconds Mom was shocked, she didn't say anything, but then I knew she was o.k. because she sure gave me look, the look that said, "you're in trouble mister". She proceeded to clean everything up, but I wasn't going to stop there, I had already gotten into trouble and it couldn't get much worse. As she was cleaning up I started snatching eyelets and trying to eat them. I couldn't resist the way the bounced as she tried to scoop them off the carpet! That sealed my fate, I was whisked away from the living room as she muttered "Milo is content to just sit and watch, why oh why can't you?"

I've been TAGGED!

OK, HERE ARE THE RULES OF THE GAME. Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats that have been tagged need to post in their diary.
(1) The rules of the game, and (2) seven pawsome facts about themselves.(3) Then choose 7 cats to tag and list their names in your diary. (just copy and paste if you like). Don't forget to send them a p-mail informing them that they have been tagged and notify them to read your diary, or send them
a fun rosette announcing that they've been tagged
I have been tagged by another handsome Canadian orangie, Alfie

1. I LOVE elastic bands. I can sniff one out at 100 paces. Mommy has to be very careful because if there is an elastic band anywhere in the house I WILL find it and I WILL eat it.
2. My favorite nick name given to me here on Catster is "Marvin the Magnificent", first coined by my friend Pumpkin. I like how it rolls off your tongue.
3. I have refined my technique for getting human food. Instead of snatching food off Mommy's plate, I am now just sticking my paws in her food and licking it off my paw. The reason why? Snatched food may be taken away from you, food stuck on your paw cannot, he he.
4. I think I am a daredevil, but I really am kind of clumsy. Mommy will not let me on the stair railing because of this. I have, in the past, frequently gone on it despite the rules but finally slipped off it and fell one story straight down last month. I have not been up on the railing since, by my own choice.
5. I am known as "The Bad One" around the house, if anything goes wrong, I am the first to be blamed.
6. My favorite water activity is to watch water swirl down the bathroom sink that has been poured from a glass. Very specific you say? Yes it is.
7. When I have been running around or have been getting into trouble my nose turns bright pink. Mommy calls it my naughtiness indicator.

The 7 kitties I tagged are
1. Tiggy
2. Po
3. Munky
4. Pumpkin
5. Jasper
6. Wanda
7. Sam

I am GUILTY!

As some of you know, I have been fighting the accusations that I "nibbled a cooling cake on the kitchen counter". I have been searching out good defense lawyers at the urging of my friends, as some have pointed out that there was no forensic evidence to convict me (no DNA or fur samples were taken). The only evidence that was collected was a paw print in the cake and it was said by many that it could have belonged to anyone.
However, recent events in the kitchen have changed my fortunes. Last night at approximately 7:15 pm I was caught red-pawed attempting to devour a pan of corn bread. I am sad to say that the good fight is finished. I am now entering a plea bargain (I still have some leverage as the pans of baked good left on the counter could be construed as entrapment, but in light of the new damming evidence I feel my options are limited). I am trying to convince Mommy to be easy on me with a promise of good behavior.
Wish me luck

Daddy got a new toy!

It is fantastic! He got this thing he calls a helicopter and flies it around the family room. It is just like a bug or a bird. I chase it, I watch it, I swat at it and then when he puts it down to charge I cry for it to fly again! This is a highly recommended toy every kitty should have one of these. Oh wait, I think I here it again, see ya!

The time changed..

Hmm supposedly the time changed this week. Mommy changed the clocks in the house but she did not reset mine yet, hehe. See in the morning I want to be let into the bedroom for cuddling and supervising bathroom activities. I usually start my whining and banging at the door 1 to 1/2 an hour earlier than she wakes up just so I don't miss out (this has been affectionately called the Marvie alarm). Now you are probably wondering why I just can't stay in the bedroom all night. Mommy calls it sanity. Milo and I like to make the bed part of our race course at night, leaping over top of her in full sprint as we do the circuit. Consequently we have been banned from the bedroom at night *pout* Anyhow, my Mommy hasn't been able to reset my clock yet and I have been demanding to come in VERY early, hehe.

The Tag Game!

I've been Tagged by Antoinne, Alfie, Charlie Clarence and Elsa Peach, a quadruple hit!

Rules are this: I have to pick and list 10 fellow members and say a nice thing about them and about the person who tagged me.
I then send a Pmail or Rosette to the 10 people I picked


Charlie Clarence: What a handsome man, he looks great in a bowtie too!

Elsa Peach: She is a sweet girl with the heart of a lioness(just like her namesake!)

Alfie: He is such a love bug (it runs in the orange blood!)

Antoinne: Boy he know how to decorate a page, meow!

Po: He is a kindred spirit. He loves water, maybe even as much as me.

Jobel: She is sweet Manx friend who has graciously opened up her home to 2 new family members (without hissy fits!)

Toffy: He is one handsome, fluffly fellow Canadian Kitty.

Emma: she is such a pretty calico girl!

Pumpkin: He is an orangie with attitute, that has aspirations to rule the world.

Mr Fez: He makes such cool pages, check it out!

Fidel: he is one handsome dude that likes to dress up for Halloween

Gimli: What a superstar! He goes to cat shows and struts his Manx butt!

Mr D: He is a great cartoonist, go see his page :)

Munky: He loves to drink from the tap....Gotta love his main pic!

All Good Things Must Come to an End

Well, my reign as COTW is over (and it makes me a little sad). I couldn't have guessed how great a week it would turn out to be when this whole event started. I have been overwhelmed with such kind words and gifts from all the great kitties here on Catster! I just want to thank you all for making this such a wonderful week, both old and new friends.

Purrs& Trills
Marvie

I'm Cat of the Week!

I woke up this morning and it was just like any other day. I got Mommy to sign into Catster, and there I was on the Home Page... I was COTW. I rubbed my eyes, I couldn't believe it, but there I was! So I checked my account, OMC, the p-mails, stars, rosettes and friend requests were pouring in. All this attention, my head is spinning.... I am in my glory! I am so excited and want to thank all the kitties out there that are supporting me. I guess now I am "All dressed up and HAVE somewhere to go!"

Purrs&Trills
Marvie

A Poem of Water

Here's a little poem I wrote for my friend Po. Any of you water lovers out there will be able to relate I'm sure...

I like water from the tap
even more than Mommy's lap

I like water in a glass
knock it down and run real fast!

I get close and will get sprayed
but this does not keep me away

I like water in the sink
it's the greatest don't you think?

I like water I can sprinkle
even water where Mom tinkles

knock a glass down, watch it splash
it's even better with a SMASH!

My Mommy went away!

I can't believe it.... my Mommy went away for a WHOLE week and left me all alone. Well not exactly all alone, Daddy was there to take care of us, but honestly what good is he? I need my Mommy. She SAID it was for work, she SAID it was a conference and she SAID she had to go, but that doesn't really cut it for me. Sure we were fed and our box was cleaned out and we got our morning shower sessions and evening pets, but that can't replace Mommy. I was going to be all aloof with her when she got back just to teach her a lesson but in the end I couldn't pull it off.... I just missed her so much. And you know what the best part was? She got sick the next week. This may not sound good to you, but think about it. I had my Mommy home all week with me, sleeping in and lying on the couch all day. What more could I want. I got to snuggle, knead and sleep with her all week during the day (my sleepy time), all day long!

The Game! Tag, You're It...

I've been Tagged....by my pal Teddy!
First things first! The rules:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on
their own diary about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their
names. Don’t forget to leave them an e-mail telling them that they have been tagged and to read your diary.

1. I am obsessed with water, I think about it all day long. I wonder when the tap will be turned on or if anyone will leave a water glass unattended.
2. I didn't get the nickname "the bad one" for no good reason. I worked hard to get that reputation and it is well deserved.
3. I am an attention hog, particularily in the morning. I will follow my Mommy around crying for attention and reaching out to her with my paw (what a sucker, she falls for the cute stuff every time!)
4. I like to knead my Mommy's face, even though she is not always appreciative of this gesture of love
5. No matter how many times Mommy sprays me with water, I will not stop jumping on the kitchen counter, it's a matter of principle.
6. I firmly believe that "water glass tipping" should become an official olympic sport.
7. I can run faster than Mommy. I have displayed this skill many times after snatching food off her dinner plate.

I tag the following 7 catsters:
Fidel
LaBichita
Kitty
Cintia
Scooter
Simba
Sammy

A Little Adventure

This weekend I went on a little adventure. I was checking out the bedroom as per usual, jumping on all the furniture seeing if there were any water glasses to knock over, when I decided I wanted to do a superman jump from the top of the dresser to the laundry basket. The only problem was that this was a new laundry basket, made of fabric. I crashed through the lid, into one of the bins where I got wedged at the bottom. I could hear Mommy laughing uncontrollably, nice. When she composed herself, she came and opened the lid and got me out. She said I looked like a turtle stuck on its back. I don't think I liked her tone when she said this. I'm not a THINKer, I'm a DOer. If I actually thought about things before I did them, I wouldn't even attempt about 95% of my daily activities. Come on Mommy, where's your sense of adventure? Throw caution to the wind and go for it!

Treats!

Treats for me too! I'm glad somebody left me a bunch because my brother Milo wasn't sharing....Being the cat breed of the week has it's benefits!

I am a new man!

Well it happened. Mommy took us in for the neuter thing I've been hearing about. Afterwards I felt kind of strange, something is not quite the same.... All I can say is that life is better at home, I don't care how many catnip pillows they gave me. I need to be free to race around the house, sit in the sink or to knock over glasses of water when I feel the urge! Mommy said no more vet for a while. That is fine with me, it was starting to get old anyways...

Another trip to the vet

Wow! We got to go the the vet's last night, what fun! The vet is so nice she gives us treats and cat nip pillows .....mmmmmm. It is such an interesting place I get to run around the office and explore. Milo, however was not into it. He just hid in the carrier and hissed at the vet, I don't know what his problem was. I was so much fun, I wonder when we get to go back again. I did here Mommy talk to the vet about a n-e-u-t-e-r..... I don't know what that is all about, but I guess we'll see!

Halloween Party

I just love it when Mommy and Daddy have people over for parties. People = food & attention! I partied the night away, finding crumbs, jumping on people's laps and entertaining every one with my party tricks. My Mommy says I'm a shameless flirt. I say "when you've got, flaunt it!"

Our Pizza Party

Milo and I were just remembering the day that we had our very own pizza party. Mommy and Daddy ordered in pizza that night and as usual they didn't let us have any. I constantly make it known I want some but they always refuse. Well that night was different, I had been scheming and waiting for this opportunity for weeks. Mommy put the empty pizza box way up high on the counter where she thought I couldn't get it. Oh silly Mommy, that was her first mistake. She didn't know that I had been practicing jumping up on the counter when she was away at work. Her second mistake was thinking that the box was empty. If she looked closely she would have seen hundreds of tiny little pepperoni morsels left in the bottom of the box! So when the coast was clear in the middle of the night, I jumped up on the counter and threw it on the floor. I invited Milo to join in, at first he said he didn't think we were allowed to do that, and that Mommy and Daddy would be upset with us, but eventually I convinced him. We ate until that box was clean, it was so yummy! However the next day we were found out, Mommy saw the box on the floor (give me a break, I just learned to jump on the counter, learning to put things back is next...). The funny thing is Mommy didn't seem upset, she just smiled at us and said that we would get what was coming to us...but I'm not sure what that meant. The only downer to that wonderful day is that both Milo and I didn't feel well later on, but I don't know why. Our tummies hurt and we had to go use the box a few times, and I think Milo puked (he is such a wuss!) Mommy also had to wipe our bums.... how humiliating. Anyways I am planning our next mission, but I am afraid that it will be much harder to pull off since Mommy and Daddy are onto me. I don't have the same element of surprise anymore but I am up for the challenge.