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I took a dump

January 16th 2014 6:47 pm
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I took a dump ! A big huge, steaming screen dump. My pictures, my diary, my page elements...
Any family members of ours, who is still here *on site* at this point, must be 'catstipated' !
(But seriously, there's so much to hunt down, find, save and archive.)
It must be even harder for larger families or the more prolific diary writers.

I'm so thankful for the Catster Community (that's you, my friends !)
The Community (NOT the site/domain) but the people who came here, introduced us to each other and we had some great fun !
The Community (NOT the site/domain) but the people who came here, organized Gabby's coming to our home (MY home)
The Community (NOT the site/domain) but the people who came here held us in their paws and purred soft purrs of comfort when Taag left for the Rainbow Bridge.
I can only hope that we've been as good a friend to you and your family as you've been to us.

If you are on FB and would like to stay in touch please send me (Sweets or Gabby) a pawmail.

Now, as for that *thing* in the litter box over there... cover that up please !


*Definitive* Proof - Snow Cats - The girls have lost their minds!

March 19th 2013 7:50 am
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Tomorrow is the *official* first day of Spring. (Although, no-one seems to have told the weather that fact) We had a few days of 'warm'ish' weather and then snow.
... And you know what those crazy Sisfurs of mine did? They went out in the snow!
Not just once, but twice. They willingly went out and had themselves some type of fun out there.

The last time it snowed (before last night) those girls went out on the back porch and down into the yard. The first one out was T̶h̶e̶ ̶S̶m̶a̶c̶k̶y̶ ̶P̶a̶w̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶F̶u̶r̶y̶ (ooops, sorry about that, I meant Sweets)
T̶h̶e̶ ̶S̶m̶a̶c̶k̶y̶ ̶P̶a̶w̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶F̶u̶r̶y̶ (yeah, alright... Sweets) mostly just stayed up on the upper porch making little tripod pawprints in the light snow coating. Gabby, however started to wander down the porch steps and almost made her way onto the grass of the yard.

Are you wondering what *I* was doing during all of this? I stayed comfortably and firmly on the sofa - indoors!
Yeah, that's right, I knew where it was warm and where there was no wet snow falling on my back furs and where my paw leathers were dry and toasty. I once lived outside, I had had enough of inclement 'weather' back then.
Duh, that's why I agreed to become an "indoor" guy. (Well, it's one of the reasons why anyway - Food [obviously] would be another reason)

So, last night it snows again and again the Sisfurs want to go out. They willingly wanted to repeat a behavior that I can see no *reward* in repeating. My Angel opened the back door and out they went into the snow. ALL. THE. GIRLS. Isn't that crazy?
U.N.O and I (and the 'tasty morsel boys') stayed inside. - Guys are smart!

It wasn't too long before the girls all came back inside. My Angel was shivering (I guess so.... being furless and all)
and T̶h̶e̶ ̶S̶m̶a̶c̶k̶y̶ ̶P̶a̶w̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶F̶u̶r̶y̶ ok, ok - Sweets and Gabby were all excited and flush with their adventure(s). I listened to their silly girlish chatter.
"oooh, wasn't that fantastic?" "I hope we can do that again!" "What do I have this thick fur for if not to play in the snow?" "I love how the snow seems to make everything sparkle and glow!"

Alright, I'll admit it... Their chatter did, kind of, maybe, sort of, almost, make the snow seem "like fun". When the U.N.O got up to go to the kitchen I followed him and asked if I might also go outside. He opened the door for me, I went to take a step onto the porch and said "NO". The snow was right there, piling up. I would have had to *gasp* step in it.
No, no, no and another time no!
I backed up and the U.N.O laughed at me and said "Hmmm, I didn't think you'd want to go out once you saw the snow."
He closed the door and I curled up again on the sofa, content in the warmth of my knowledge that the girls are clearly out of their minds.


My Comment, I've tried several times to post on Colette's- Diary

June 10th 2012 2:32 pm
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I tried several times to post this as a comment on Colette Sidonie-Samantha's Diary Dreaded "Error 4" thought she could thwart me.

I am the "spokescat" for dark humor and satire. I am not though of the 'school-of-thought' that feels 'dark humor' needs to be cruel, offensive or graphic in nature.

I'd seen "helicopter cat" through other *sources* and never expected to see it here on Catster. While I'm sure the "artist" would defend the 'artistic integrity" of his *creation* ~ It looks more to me like an example "defiling the dead."

Catster's "Catster Community Guidelines" states under the subsection "The Spirit of Catster"
[...]"This site is for the love of cats. It is about caring and support. It is about fun, friendly and informational sharing of our passion for our furry friends. There is no shortage of places on the Internet to fight, scratch and snarl and we thought it was high time to have a place that was all about the kindness and fun of sharing and communication."

Scroll down that link I've posted above, to the section: "Sitewide Community Guidelines"
[...]"Content that contains profanity; is sexually explicit; depicts the torture and abuse of animals; or contains graphic, descriptive and lengthy portrayals of serious violence against animals; blood, injury, and/or death are not allowed on Catster.

Profanity should never be bowdlerized by replacing letters in the word with dashes, asterisks, or other symbols. Profane acronyms are not allowed on Catster."

In that "Spirit" I was also surprised a few weeks back to see a blog post featuring crocheted "cat toys" consisting of a primary sex characteristic, a secondary sex characteristic and five white blind mice. (I joke, I *know* they weren't blind mice.)

A feature called your "WTF of the day" would seem to be comprised (at least in part) of a "profane acronym."

It would seem that Catster Member posts and sitewide conduct are held to one standard, and the staff bloggers and their posts to another standard.

I've written nearly my own diary entry now here on Colette's comments, but I'll close with one simple statement. "Immature, low brow humor does not impress me." (and it's upsetting my friends and causing them to leave this site.)
That makes me sad....


My Super Power ~ The ability to quadruple my mass when- stressed (still intact!)

April 3rd 2012 8:56 pm
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Why are the girls allowed to write their diaries first? It must be a case of "saving the best for last."
Afterall, who is the only cat to proudly wear a harness and ride along on a lap? Why it's me, of course!

I've got to admit though, I really don't like going out of the house. As I stood in the foyer, I did my best to keep trying to get back into the closed inner door. When my Angel picked me up in her arms and rested me against her chest and shoulder I did start to get nervous. When we moved out the outer door into the bright sunlight, I put one paw on either side of her neck and buried my head under her chin. (You didn't think I was going to walk myself out to the car, did you?)

And... I *may* have cried (like a little girl) as the car started and pulled away from the house. (But make no mistake. I did not ever cry with the intensity or duration that the operatic divas in the back seat managed.)
And... I may have trembled a little bit too as the car roared down the road. (Although the comfort and realization of my *specialness* [I am the only cat to be able to be stroked and petted] soon calmed any fearful tremors.
And... I may have (temporarily) forgotten that I'm a "Super-Cat" with a Super Power.

Once we were through the vet hospital doors my super power activated. The ability to quadruple my mass. I was then (at least) 4 times heavier and although I may have looked like a "cat" to anyone seeing me. I knew I was a *rock.* Solid. Heavy. Unmovable.

With my super power activated, I stoically endured all compliments to my handsomeness. I endured the intrusions of the thermometer. I endured the fondling from veterinary hands.
What can hurt a rock? N-o-t-h-i-n-g!
As a rock my "exam" was over quickly. I was pronounced, healthy, handsome but heavier. (No kidding... I'm a rock!)

My super power remained activated until we were home and safely inside. Once home, I took the opportunity to feed myself. (It takes a lot of energy out of a guy to keep his super power activated for so long.)
Then it was time to make sure that my family still loves me and that I don't need to be activate my super power for another year!


What's a dude to do?

March 6th 2012 8:47 pm
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If you've been reading Pete - Angel Dreamboat #26 diaries, you've been watching the revealing of the Dreamgirls, Dreamettes, and Angel Dreamgirls.

It would seem that even having only 3 legs *counts* as "Dreamgirl" stuff *cough*Sweets*cough* and "Dreamette" status seems to be dependent upon age. [Well, we certainly know that it isn't by size, because otherwise wouldn't it be funny to call a cat *cough*Gabby*cough* a "Dreamette" who is easily the size of two cats?]

Don't worry, I didn't nominate them... (a guy can't nominate his sisfur!) I do have a "Dreamgirl" that I want to nominate, but I'm waiting for the chance. xoxoxo

I'm sure somecats out there might meow that I'm just being "sour grapes." *cough*Samoa*cough*. [Hmmm, Ishtar too]
...While it's true that Samoa hasn't seemed to hit the bottom of her "Dreamboat" talent pool yet. (You'll know when she does, she'll either stop the "Dreamboat" lists or default to picking me, simply on the fact that she's "Dreamboated" every other male cat on Catster.) I'd also like to remind you that a surly, burly, bullyboy does not a "Dreamboat" make [or even more importantly *want*]

... and before any cat can dare imply that I may be *jealous* of my sisfurs "Dreaminess" may I take a moment to remind that it was *my* portrait painted by Tyler's Mom and not any of my "dreamy" sisfurs! ~ Take that

AND... Congratulations to all the truly *deserving* Dreamgirls, Dreamettes, and Angel Dreamgirls so far!


Thanksgiving ~ Giving Thanks for Baaaaad Humans !

November 24th 2011 10:09 pm
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Catster friends, I am so thankful to be counted among your friends. Your friendship has blessed me ! I hope for those of you whose families celebrated "Thanksgiving" that you had an extra special day and maybe some tasty tidbits !

We had a nice Thanksgiving. We carnivorous cats had a lovely meal of Sweets' "chunks in gravy food." ~ That's a tasty treat. (The humans stroganoff'ed around in the kitchen.)
*Sigh* You already know that I have a weird family...

You cats ever see the tear-jerking ASPCA *donation* commercials? Usually they don't get left on the TV very long here, but tonight my Angel couldn't find the remote. The UNO had taken it with him into the computer room. Why?!? (Probably because it's nearly surgically attached to his hand ~ MoL aiieeeee !)

Anyway... You know what happens next, sure enough, doesn't this commercial jerk my Angel's tears. "How?" she is crying. "How could anyone, treat these animals as beings without feelings? How could anyone hurt these animals or abandon them?"

... I thought about it a while and then I thought some more. That's when it occurred to me that every single one of us in my family (even the smallest ones) have some bad human to "thank" for casting us off in the first place. We would have never crossed our family's path if we weren't "freed" to do so.

You know my "Gotcha" story, a story of "direct intervention" Ancho too.... Taag, Sweets, Gabby, Sookie and Ari all had the good fortune to meet other intervening good humans between their original bad ones and our family.

So, I think tonight that I am thankful for many things...
The *magical* food bowl I have that never seems to empty, warmth in the coldest months, fresh water any time, all the love and attention I want, every time that I ask for it, and of course, a harem of my very own!

But, especially I want to thank the humans who first cast us out of their lives, without that happening we couldn't have found (or been found by) our Forever Family.

Forever Thankful,



September 2nd 2011 9:18 pm
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I know... It was announced that it was fixed early, but it wasn't *fully* fixed as of this morning.

Tonight though, I had Sweets upload a 4.88Mb picture and Gabby uploaded a 4.99Mb ~ SUCCESS on both !!!


Kitty Kat Talk Tag

September 1st 2011 8:39 pm
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I see how it is... I'm the last of the family to be able to play.
I read about this new game called 'Kitty Kat Talk Tag' in Colette's diary (my sisfurs were permitted to *play* last night. I was made to wait until tonight. It would seem there are *repercussions* for writing about the newest *incoming* rodent.)

This seems like it's a really easy Tag to play ~You just have to answer a few questions. So please PLAY ALONG, everyfur!

1. Your Meowmy or Dad is asleep and you are furry hungry; You would.....
Walk on them (For the WIN !) ~ Alternate answer. Get a girl cat to do the waking for me!

2. You are furry sleepy and are sleeping on a top ledge; Meowmy or Dad would say..........
Depending on what position I was sleeping in they may say different things. If I were sleeping on my side, with my paws crossed they'd call me "Prissy Paws"
If I were sleeping on my side with one paw outstretched they'd say I was "Pimping"
If I were sleeping in a legs all tucked under myself position they'd call me "Kitty Loaf" (or the lesser attractive name of "Kitty Load.")

3. You saw a dog who wants to chase something; what's the furry furst thing you would you say or do?
"Chase whatever you want, as long as it isn't me. Can I interest you in chasing a sisfur or a rodent maybe?"

4. Your Meowmy or Dad wants you to stop tearing the furniture. You would...
I'm not a furniture tearer. Talk to the speaker cover/couch clawers *coughSweetsGabbycough*

5. Your Kitty Kat emergency box, full of fur fashions, is locked. Oh No! You would....
I'm strictly nude bay-bee and so I'm going to just pretend that you *meant* to ask me "What's in your Kitty Cat Emergency Box"
a.) That's *Top Secret*
b.) If I told you, I have to make you disappear!

Okay, I don't "Tag" ~ But if you liked reading my answers and want to show me yours, consider yourself "Tagged"




[Purposeful] Mouse in the House ~ a.k.a Pure Human Craziness

August 31st 2011 8:36 pm
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I've heard the talk now and seen the preparations going on. *Sigh* so it must be true!

If you know our family, you know my Angel is involved with a hamster rescue. Well, I guess sometimes tasty morsels
.... Excuse me, I meant *animals* come into the rescue that aren't hamsters. There's been mice in the past, gerbils, degus, there is also currently there a mother and daughter Guinea Pig named "Sophie and Lucy" (No, my Angel didn't name them, but perhaps her talking about doggy Sophie and Lucy Nooner, influenced their naming.) Little Lucy is nearly blind and really needs her sweet mother Sophie to help her in life.

But, to get back to the subject of mice. Aristotle is a Spiny Mouse (Egyptian) who came into the hamster rescue. Poor little guy has already lost his tail and bears scars on his ears from past encounters.

A group of nearly 20 of these mice were relinquished by their breeder. "Any Time At All" (Rescue in Auburn PA) has the majority of them and "Given a Chance" rescue has the "loner" Aristotle.

All of the females are on "pregnancy watch" for the next month and a half, but the males are adoptable. While their "breeder" handled them often and they are all very sweet, they were also kept in very crowded conditions. In cages too small for their groupings, which is how we think Aristotle lost his tail. Unlike most Spiny mice though Aristotle is not social with others of his kind and can not be housed with other spiny mice. (Are you seeing a pattern in our family's apparent predisposition toward 'anti-social' rodents?)

Poor little guy, once the tail is lost, it will never grow back. Spiny mice are very social in the wild and usually must be adopted out/live in groups of triplets or more. Fights though will occur in overcrowded conditions or with a grouping with too many males in it. Overcrowded conditions will also lead to tail eating by others in the grouping or by the mouse himself/herself. Tails can also be lost through improper/rough handling. (I would hope the *breeder* was not guilty of that.) Their tails are very fragile and easily deglove.

I heard my Angel on the phone to the UNO about Aristotle and asking what he thought about a "mouse in the house." The UNO agreed before even seeing/meeting Aristotle. My Angel was surprised at how receptive the UNO was. A mouse!

You knew how this story would end when I started it, no? ;) On Saturday they're going to bring him home.


Irene was an angry, wet lady

August 29th 2011 11:38 pm
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Some Photos
Bethlehem's Colonial Industrial Quarter

Lehigh Valley Photos of Irene's rampage

A newspaper article:
Bethlehem's damage

There are still pockets of people without power. Pennsylvania Power and Light reported that more than 1 in 4 people lost power through Irene's rampage. (2 of Papa's workers still had no power this morning)

Our power went off twice, but only briefly and we only had ankle deep water in the basement, not hip deep. We are so lucky and blessed and we send our purrs out to any families still being affected.

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