Too Kewl!

We love it when Meowmy goes back to work... cause then she brings us stuff. We got two new cat toys -- a really kewl one that is a little carpeted stand with a stand up spring and a fluffy thing on the end.. me and big Mabel like it a lot... and one of the furry mice on a squiggly stick tha we love but we tear them up really fast.... and she bought Mabel some new catfood-- Royal Canine for extreme hairball and fatness.... Hope it works. I get Royal Canin for picky eaters and being gorgeous and sleek. We like the Science Diet, but I got a little puny over the summer so Meowmy wanted to try something new for me.. and thenwhen Mabel's big bag of cience Diet ran out Meowmy wanted to try something for her, too! It tastes pretty good... Unfortunately Mabel is sneaking off and eating my special food for skinny cats, and she is getting very portly.... Oh yeah and she bought us some scallop flavored Greenies.... yum, yum.... I am worried cause Petco has the greenies on clearance.. that is great for Meowmy right now, but what if they stop having them. I would die without greenies...
See ya,
Love Kitty Sue
p.s. Meowmy is worried cause Porcha did not show up for supper last night or breakfast this morning. She called the pound, but they said they didn't have any cats.... wonder what happened to their cats?

Meowmy goes back to school

Hi Effurbody, We missed you all, and now that summer is over and Meowmy has a routine, she hopes to make time for us to check in more. She was really annoyed cause on some news show-- abc most likely they mentioned pet space and didn't even go to Catster or Dogster-- Meowmy teaches photography, journalism, yearbook and desktop publishing, and she felt the reporter had not done his research-- or he would have know about catster... and known they had more members--

Go get the catster/shutterfly book... Meowmy already got the first one.... and she didn't even make the book from pictures of us.... she did a family vacation.... so while she says she would love to have a book of us.... she needed to get that 2004 vacation scrapped away.... any way the book is awesome and amazing-- professionally bound, and it only cost the shipping-- about $8 totally worth it, and it shipped in about two days and Meowmy thinks arrived in less that a week.

Any way enough of that.... Meowmy tripped over her scanner and wrenched or sprained her knee-- great way to start the year, huh? And she says it is depressing enough to go back any way... She loves her job, but she loves summer more, perhaps.... any way it is hard to go from minimal clothes and shoes to full professional dress in the Texas heat. Once she reins herself in and resigns herself to the fact that it is once more time for stress and makeup, she'll be fine..... Any way to make a long story short..... Meowmy is focused on getting ready for Monday. She thinks if I went to public school I would probably be a ninth grader.... more about that later, she says....
Have a great weekend everyone, I am trying to make Meowmy take me shopping. But so far it is a no.

Meowmy Loves Me!

This is the best day since last week when Meowmy gave us shrimp cocktail and Catnip for a Saturday evening treat. Meowmy bought us cool toys and a special catbrush groomer... the toy Meowmy bought is this plastic ball that is flat on the ends and has plastic spokes with a mouse suspended... I am not very interested in it, but Zelda (big Mabel) love it.. stuck her big head in between the plastic spokes put the furry little mouse in her mouth and took off! Meowmy was certain that we would never touch it, but Mabel picked it up and ran with it straight off she was pleased, and she also bought this cool, kinda flat, rectangular rattan basket that is woven in pretty spring green colors; ... she wasn't sure what to do with it... she felt like she would just put projects in it... she just liked it and it went with the color scheme in her studio- it is about 9 by 12 inches and about five inches tall, and fabric-lined... and Meowmy put it on the coach and noticed her magazines fit perfectly in it... The ones she is actually going to read tend to wait on the couch for her so rather than just leaving them lying on her spot on the couch she thinks she will put the read next stuff, here. The magazines fit perfectly. Moewmy spends very little time on the couch so usually my
favorite spot is a place in a deep shelf that is built in to the wall and empty on one end except for about three inches deep of 12 inch square paper... it is right next to the computer.. and it is my favorite place when Meowmy is working at the computer... I don't know why I love lying on paper in the cool, shadowy shelf, but I do, and now when the cool slick magazines are in the fabric-lined
rattan basket... and Meowmy is watching tv (we just joined an on-line movie thing so she is trying to spend some time watching movies) I am very happy to lie on top of them. right beside her,
specially since Meowmy had the remainder of beat up fresh catnip from last night lying, there... she is growing her own catnip once she discovered that we like it... She read about it and found out that genetically cats either love catnip and roll around on it and sniff it and generally act goofy when indulging in it or they don't react at all. Zelda likes it too... both the catnip and the basket. So now Meowmy is thinking about getting another basket in a different color for the opposite
couch... It has magazines on it too- they are daddy's although he usually reads his and puts them up. But that couch needs a basket, magazines, and a cat, too.

Meowmy is glad, now- I am not depressed- just a little sick

Meowmy is glad that she took me to the vet. She thought I was just depressed since I had been acting so lethargic, just hiding out from Big Mabel, and my fur was lookin oily, but I have a respiratory infection and two and a half degrees of fever. The vet said I was a very pretty cat, but I still don't like him.... I had to ride in a scary carrier, and then I could smell all sorts of animals, there, and he stuck something where the sun don't shine (we are from Texas so you might have to be from here to know what that means Meowmy said it to me, and I got the meaning from context- know what I mean). He petted my fur and did say I was pretty, but he gave me a shot and it burned, and he gave Meowmy some medicine that she has to keep in the frig and I am not going to take it, ever.... He said he was surprised that I wasn't coughing and my nose wasn't running cause he could hear the infection in my chest, but since I didn't have any outward signs, and Big Mabel was picking on me because I was down and out, Meowmy thought I was just depressed. Any way, he said he thought I should be better by Friday, and then the first thing I am going to do is kick Miss Zelda Lucia Dora a.k.a. Big Mabel's big hairy butt all over the house for picking on me. That alone is motivation to get better- and Meowmy and Daddy are going out of town this weekend so I am going to wipe the floor with her mangy pelt every day. You just wait. I am not just being mean and spiteful- she really deserves it. Mewhahahha - I am feeling better all ready.

Love, Kitty Sue

Cool 365

Wow, Meowmy and I were looking at "Myki9ttyspace!" this morning because she does not have to be at work early this morning, and I noticed that I have 365 friends. That is so cool. Now I HAVE ONE FRIEND FOR EACH DAY OF THE YEAR. Everyone around here has been making resolutions to lose weight and exercise more, and to spend more time doing what they really want to do, and the only thing I could resolve to do is to do is to be nicer to the outside cats or to learn to like Zelda more, and while that is happening slowly, I know that I would be what meowmy calls a backslider if I said I would do either of those things right away, so I will make my resolution something I want to do, and something that I might actually keep up with, (although it will br hard because I can't count very well). I am going to write one Catster friend each day for the next year. I guess I will begin with my oldest.... since that way when new cats are added I will still be in the right place in the list. Plus, and I discussed this with Meowmy, we tend to forget our oldest friends and concentrate on those in our lives right now. Meowmy says she is too busy for friends at all, but she too is going to make an effort to stay in touch, more. Any way, Meowmy says I have to get off the computer because she really does have to leave for work, and she wants me to figure out some kind of shelter we can make for our porch kitty because it is supposed to get really cold. Personally, I don't care what happens to her because she sits in the chair and growls at me through the window, and it makes me really
angry when Meowy goes out side to feed her, and she eats like a pig, and she is really furry and ugly, and I don't want to have anything to do with her. Thanks goodness the tom is so wild that Meowmy can't even touch him or she would probably drag their nappy buts in with me that big ole Zelda. Any way, I will not think about that anymore today. Purrs and kisses to all my Kitty friends.
Love,
Kitty Sue
p.s. I have been too traumatized to write aboout the arrival of Big Mabel, but Meowmy has Monday off so maybe she will let me stay on the computer some. I think I am old enough to be on here unsupervised, but my parents are way over protective. They won't let me go outside at all. Let alone go out with my Kitties.

How I got my name!

My new friend Jessie wrote and asked me how I got my name. Apparently it is unusual because several of my other friends-- the amazing adorable Louis for one (girls if you have not seen his page, you must go there) have asked me how I got my name, so I wrote her a response, and then asked her if she would mind if I posted the letter here. It is kind of a long, rambling explanation, but you know how I am. So any way-- here goes--
Thanks for being my friend you darling thing, you!!! I know my name is kind of long so you may call me Kitty Sue or Kitty - or if you are mad at me, which I hope you never are, you can call me KAT!!!!!!!! The way I got my name is kind of a long story, and for some reason my friends are always interested in knowing this story. It is kind of a long explanation, and I hope I don’t bore you with it, but any way here goes: I live in the South and Sue is a pretty common middle name— my aunt is named Barbara Sue, and I have human cousins named Robin Sue and Jennifer or Jenny Sue, and I guess my mommy picked this name to honor them.... my hyphenated last name comes from a weird story of a poor kitty abandoned and left by the daughter of a neighbor lady for us to feed. This young woman has what mommy calls “issues” and is not “all there--- know what I mean,” mommy said, and I nodded like I did, but I really didn’t because other than dressing a little weird (maybe her mommy picks out her clothes, too). I couldn’t see through her or anything and she looked all to me, and I didn’t see anything missing. Any way this lady had troubles and moves around a lot, but her parents live in the hood... So last spring she brought all her stuff back to her mamma’s house, including her cat, and she knew her cat was hanging out in our yard, and she asked my mom if it was okay, and she told my mommy that she thought it was because of the Christmas lights... My mamma has a beautiful garden, and she keeps white twinkle lights wrapped around a circle of trees lit in the evenings all year-round, and the girl told mamma that she got her cat last year when it was a kitten for her kids at Christmas and that her cat- who was not me- I’ll explain about that later, loved Christmas lights, and she thought that was probably why it was staying in our yard. Mamma thought, “Yeah, whatever!, and tried to get out of the long, conversation with the lady, but any way mamma didn’t mind helping feed her cat, and she began to watch out for her a little. That cat was mostly white and a little black and the family said later, “looked just like it had a hat on.” It wouldn’t stay at her own house at all, and I don’t blame her one little bit because they have dogs, and that ugly, awful mean Midnight cat lives there... (If you want to see how mean and awful that hateful cat is- she is on my page. She bothers me. She is always in my yard, and I hate to say this, but I hate her. She tortures me, and I wish she would move away. Any way, I will try to shorten this story, and get to the point. My mom said she didn't mind the cat and agreed to feed it; plus the girl said she would leave some cat food, but mamma said she never did. So mamma starting leaving table scraps out the back door and she bought cat food when she realized the lady was never going to, and she started looking out for the cat, but she never really saw that cat in the hat any more, but she looked for it and began to care what happened to it, and it made her think about maybe getting a cat since it was just her and daddy at home now because my sister is married and lives in California, and my brother is a junior in college. Lots of other cats started coming around in the course of a few months— including me, but never did my mama see that neighbor cat any more. So when I showed up scared, skinny and wild eating food and then running to hide when any one came in sight, mamma thought I might be that neighbor cat cause she never really got a good look at it. I hung around for a couple of months, and it was turning into summer, and mama put out a small saucer of cream, and called ‘Here kitty” to me, and even though I don’t ever eat table scraps or milk or cream any more cause I am a picky eater and I just don’t like them for some reason, Mamma’s attention made me happy, and I decided she wouldn’t hurt me and that I would stay close enough to her to let her touch me. I kind of liked that, and Mamma tried harder every day to get me to come see her, and it worked. Although it took several more weeks. Eventually, in the evening, I would come sit in the garden on the bench with her after she feed us our dinner, and I would just snuggle up next to her leg and purr. It felt really warm and good. I would hide under the house all day, and Mamma would feed me and every other stay cat in the neighborhood every mornings. She would work in her garden all day because she has the summers off, and I would just watch her. Then in the evening when the sun was going down she would water and sit in her garden and admire it, and then when the sun was all the way down, and it was free night and weekend minutes on her cell phone, she would sit on the bench and talk to my sister in California and my brother at SMU every day for a couple of hours. I would hear her voice and come out and sit by her, and eventually with her. I guess this made her love me, and she told my daddy who works until 10 every night that when we got back from vacation if I was still around she was going to take me and get my shots and get me spade and make me an inside cat. She says later when he said no and he didn’t think that was a good idea... She told him that he never listens, and she told him this was what she wanted, and that they had discussed it, and he had agreed so this was what she was going to do, and he had better learn to listen when she talked or he might wind up with a monkey or something he really didn’t want, and any way she said that I was what she wanted for her birthday, and so she got what she wanted— me (it was a really big birthday for her— and I think Daddy might have been a little scared of Mamma at that point so he just let her have whatever she wanted). Any way she thought I might be that other cat, and before she formally adopted me, she wanted to make sure it was okay, and so she asked the neighbors what their sister’s cat looked like and was I it, and they said, “No, it was black and white and looked just like it had a hat on”... so mommy was sad that kitty had disappeared, but it made her think she would like to have a cat, again, but this time bring it inside, since things seem to happen to outside cats in our neighborhood, and she was very glad that cat was me. She says having a cat again is just like Christmas (and since the other cat MIGHT have come to our yard because of the Christmas lights— although I think it was just running away from Midnight, but me and all the other strays probably showed up because of the food mama left for it)— and because of the story of the arrival of the other cat and the other way Christmas became part of my last name is because me and mamma used to sit and look at the garden lit by the Christmas lights together all summer long (this was before I became an inside cat). The Squirrel part comes from when Mamma was a little girl, and she had a calico-tortiseshell cat she loved and named Squirrel because she said it reminded her of one... which is kind of neat, having a family name and all. Plus, it fits me because I like to look out the windows and watch the squirrels. I don't like watching other cats in my yard, though! That makes me mad. When I write you again, I can tell you the story of how Mamma found out the real name I used to have before I got kicked out from the house I lived in when I was a baby kitten. It’s not such a long story, though. I hope to hear from you again, soon.
Love, Kitty Sue

P.S. If you don’t mind, since many of my friends ask me how I got my name, I think I will post this on my dairy. Guess what though... My girl sister is named Jessie, just like you!

I am mad at Mommy

I am mad at Mommy because she took pictures of those cats I hate. They run all over my yard and tease me because they know I can't come out. Midnight lives across the street, and I really hate her. She comes over to see mommy, and mommy is nice to her even though she broke her birdbath.... That orange cat is so mean. He chases me all the time, and he is a STRAY and a Tom Kat to boot. I hate him. He growls at me, and he jumps up on the air conditioner when I am looking out the window, and I try to get him, but I can't, and Mommy yells at ME cause she's scared we will break the glass. He sprays the window, too! Ick! I hate him, and I hope that big dog next door chases him so high up a tree he can't get down for ever and ever. Mommy better not dare try to adopt him because we just can't stand each other. I don't know why she took pictures of these ugly cats because I never want to see them again, and if they know what's good for them they will get the heck out of my yard. All my friends know I am usually sweet, funny and a little crazy... so you know they must be really mean because I like everybody but them, and that white cat that lives down the street. I am so mad... I think I am going to go shread the toilet paper. I'll be back later when I'm in a better mood.
Love, Kitty Sue

What fun!

One of the first times my Daddy noticed I was special was when I walked across the computer and dailed into the internet... It made him laugh. He loves animals, but he has allergies and did not want a cat. My mommy (who always knew I was special) sort of always wins so guess what here I am- an inside cat who no longer is skinny and has to live on bugs. I am kind of in trouble right now because I tore up the phone charger to my Mommy's new picture phone, and she had to go to the discount store and they didn't have one exactly right for her phone so she had to buy a car charge and a wall adapter.... she was not happy, but she loves me so I'm okay. I don't mean to tear things up, but I am still a kitten and I have never been spoiled before... I get a little bored, too cause I am home all day by myself... I hope Mommy will get over being made about the phone charger cause I need some new toys... Somehow they are all broken. I can still play with the little mouse-feathery thing that came off the stick. Somehow the chain that lets you change toys got broken, and I broke the strip of leather that held the furry thing onto the stick the first time I played with it... Mommy attached it back to the stick for awhile with pieces of the shredded phone cord, but they broke some more, and it came off again. I can still play room hockey with it, and when I am not jumping on the couch, sharpening my claws, I kinda bat it around the room. Mommy is home today so maybe I will get some toys or maybe she will let me go outside. Probably not though because our neighbors have two white huge German Shepards, and she was out late working in the garden and heard one of them chasing that white cat with the blue eyes that lives too houses down- the one I don't like cause she always tries to beat me up, and I have to watch her all day playing outside in MY yard... The dog was chasing it really fast and barking, and Mommy said it's owner was yelling really loud for it to come here but it didn't right away, and Mommy worries because sometimes I go in that yard, and if they happened to let their dogs out they might get me... so maybe we will see. ;-) Gotta go now... I will write more later.
Love, Kitty Sue.