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All cats are grey at night

Catman, The Dark Knight - The *Striped* Crusader

I heard music from The Dark Knight and I told my angel that I wanted one of those songs for my Catster page. She let me listen to the CD and told me to pick one song. From 14 songs, I can't decide on which one I want. Then my angel told me "You will just have to keep your "The Saint" theme song - that suits you either way"

I guess... But on one paw I'm not a *saint* and on the other paw The Saint theme has that "International Man of Mystery" sound, that I fancy myself being like. But that Dark Knight music inspired me and I remember watching Batman Begins and going into a *daydream* during it that I was the "Catman"

I even have my own *nemesis/villain* Batman has "The Joker" Catman has "The Skunk"
Last night I saw him waddling low to the ground, his bushy tail draping out behind him. He walked along the side of my house. I at first thought that he was that crazy longhaired black cat. I tracked that waddling skunk as he walked and I ran from window to window jumping into all the windows that look out from that side of my house. My large paws beating an urgent drumbeat on the floor as I ran. When that skunk waddled into my backyard I went crazy. I started first with my chirruping question sounds, then changed to almost a screaming meow. My angel came running to the kitchen to see what had upset me so. She climbed up the sink side and looked out the window with me. When she saw that waddler she said "Oh skunk." I had never before heard this name, but I knew I didn't like this new intruder. My angel explained that 'The Skunk' in defense will spray a stinky spray when he feels threatened and that it's not a good idea for any animal (two-leggers or four) to get too close to one. A formidable defense indeed!

Trapped in my house behind the window, there is not alot I can do other than to scream my disaproval at The Skunk. He for now can rampage through the neighborhood unchallenged. But I can dream of what this "Striped Crusader" would do, if on the street we met, one dark night...

A Day of *Firsts*

First, first. A package came in the mail today - Addressed to me! (That's never ever happened before)

Oki, well truly it came addressed to me through "care of" my angel - BUT, my name was listed first on the label.
Who is so thoughtful and kind as to send me something? My buddy Chester (through "care of" his Mama) of course.

/Smiles, it's a good thing those humans have thumbs, they help us accomplish what we can't ourselves.

I waited impatiently while my angel opened the box. Inside was a toy!
An amazing, fantastic toy. (That Chester... He seems to know all the best toys)

Oh the catnip center was enticing (I'm a sucker for the 'nip) but then I realised that there was a ball in a track that I could smack around.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Second first - I got to star in a short video (I'm going to have to teach that angel of mine how to make videos now, because I think I want to be a star. ) Catster is 'encoding' it now for my page!
*Sigh* the poor lighting on my video... That's that little darling Sweets fault. We have to stay dark in here, while the Atropine keeps her hurt pupil dilated. It's ok I think though. The darker lighting shows the ball in the toy lighting up when it moves!

I don't think for the rest of the day that I am going to leave that toy alone. (If I did, that Taag or Sweets might come and play with it)
I will let them play *eventually* but for now - It's mine mine MINE!
It came to ME!

Thank YOU so much Chester, for not only being my friend, but for being so kind and generous too.
What a pawsome Monday this is turning out to be. I will remember this day forever!

Oh the Drama...

*Sigh*

If I was a girl, I would now put my paw to my forehead and swoon with "the vapours" or something...

The girls here are such *Drama Queens* Taag shrieks like a murder is occurring if I even so much as look at her. I used to get in trouble (You know the kind - where your humans say to you in *that* tone "Nuk, what did you do?" ) Until my angel and her husband man saw for themselves that the only *offense* I was guilty of was to simply be looking at Taag.

Everything is dramatic with Sweets too (Is there a school that these girls go to to learn these things?!? - My buddy Chester has the same type of trouble sometimes with his 'sister')
If I even so much as lay down within 3 feet of her. She sounds her " Please now remove yourself - You are invading in my 'personal space'" meows.

Today that little darling managed to uncoordinatedly scratch her own eye. After laughing at her squinty pirate eye look and telling her how 'seriously unattractive the Captain Jack Sparrow look is for her' (Get some rum to go with that look already, geez) I warned her "Your drama this time is going to buy you a trip to the hospital and there you are going to get shaved and have to stay away from home."
I almost felt bad when I saw tears in her eye (But then I thought, that's probably just more drama)

Well cats, I was *right* and I was *wrong*
Her drama did buy her a trip to the hospital. But the tears were not drama they were trauma. And does that little darling get shaved or have to stay nights in the hospital away from home? - NO!

Now how is that? She went to the hospital and came home soon after.
I asked her "What did you do?" "What did you say?" "Why isn't your leg shaved?" and "How did you get home so soon?"

What does she tell me? N-O-T-H-I-N-G. She smiles her little 'I love the world' smile and curls up on the couch and rests. Later I see her with Taag whispering. I don't like that... Those girls they tell each other *secrets* but they leave me out of it.

So I decide "Fine" I will lie on the other side of the room, watching the couch and perhaps with my super kitty telepathy I can read her mind.
But again, nope. Girl minds are secrety things not open to the likes of me.

Later, my angel, the husband man and Sweets all go together into the bathroom and the door closed tightly behind them. AHA! - I know what that means. That's medicines time.
Sure enough - next are the sounds of 'Drama' from the bathroom and then the words "Get the towel, we'll make a *burrito*" And I sit outside the bathroom door snickering to myself. *I* don't ever need to be made into a *burrito* - I'm a 'good guy' about taking my medicines.

After the door opens, I get hugs and kisses from my angel simply for being such an "angel myself' about taking medicines." I stand proudly "I'm a good boy!"
I peek into the bathroom and there's the 'pirate wannabe' crouched down and somewhat *cranky* looking. There from the doorway I told her "Oh this is just the start my little Drama Queen, you can look forward to many more 'medicines times.'"

She just gives me that "You don't know what you're talking about" face and waits for me to leave then walks back to the sofa to curl up and sleep some more.

Thanks to her, now for 5 days in the daylight times we get the blinds closed and no bright light. No patches of sun. Let's see how long Taag likes that?