Stupid Girl!!

Go read Cammi’s diary. She is so totally stupid. She had mom worried that she may have broken her stupid tail.

Seriously I don’t know why she bothers with that cat, when she’s got me.

It’s my third anniversary on June 1!

Some cats know their birthdays, but I am not sure about when mine was because I was an unloved little tuxedo thug living in ‘da hood region of San Jose. I don’t think what I received in that first household was anything close to being loved.

So when I got turned into San Jose Animal Control on May 26, things were pretty bleak for me. My twin littermate had been turned out into the street the week before, and he’d been picked up by animal control, too. But he was bailed out nearly immediately by a very nice lady named Lisa from Unconditional Love Rescue in Los Gatos. When I popped up a week later, she took me, too, and my picture went up on the Internet along with my twin's.

Which is where my mom found me. She was still sad 2 1/2 months after her brave tuxedo kitty Elliott, who was 4 months from being 16 years old, went to the Bridge from complications of CRF. She contacted the rescue and asked about me and my brother Floran, because she wanted a black-and-white kitty like him. I was then known as Franc. She went to visit us on June 1, 2007, and I was high as a kitty kite on drugs after my fix-it surgery. I was barely big enough to have the surgery. My brother ignored my mom, but I was smart enough to purr and charm.

To a new home I went! Then I turned into my thuggish self once the drugs wore off, and I was named Ryan after hockey player Ryan Getzlaf, who is a big tough talented athlete. I became brattier by the day, and learned to love my older brofur Scottie, who used to be bigger than me. Not anymore! Mom says I am a thug brat.

No matter. I worked my way into her heart and now I get away with chewing pointy-toed leather shoes. Well, I don’t really get away with it, but the most recent pair I am chewing on are mom’s and they were cheap and hurt her feet anyway.

So here I am, three years later, 20 pounds of tuxedo fun. A lucky kitty indeed. I have a little tuxedo sisfur to beat up every day, and the food bowl is never empty. Life is good!

Not me!

Mom says one of us is going to go on a stroll later this afternoon in memory of Super Stroller Rocky Ann.

Catch me if you can!!

Mom is sad about RA though. Maybe I shouldn't be such an insensitive thug?

Rain is back ...

The rain has started up again.
There better not be any thunder and lightening or else ...

... or else I'll be hiding under the bed and going to my human sister for protection.

Please don't tell anyone a gangsta thug like me needs protection...

stop calling me a big chicken!!!

Thunder and lightning are scary! Big deal, so I hid under the bed yesterday afternoon. I have so much pent-up energy, I can't even play on the patio 'cause of the wind, rain and noise!

The trauma!!! Now feed me!!!!

a deep dark secret ...

Don't tell anyone, because I have an image to uphold.

On Thursday and Friday, there were earthquakes. My Mom says they were no big deal, nothing to worry about. Stupid Matt was sitting on his chair watching those idiotic fish like he usually does and he didn't react at all... the one on Thursday was a 4.1 and Friday's a 3.8. Scottie and Cammi slept through them.

I, on the other hand, scratched at and climbed all over my human sister to be let under the covers so I could hide! Imagine that, nearly 20 pounds of thug gangsta cat, needing to hide from a little earthquake. And I was actually born less than 10 miles from the epicenter of those quakes, and now live about 10 miles from there.

Don't tell anyone I am a 'fraidy cat when it comes to the earth moving!!! As far as you know, I am a fearless gangsta thug with an image to uphold!

I lost my collar!!!

Unfortunately I lost it in my apartment so eventually Mom or mean old human sister will find it.

Mean human sister tried to make me wear Cammi's PINK skull and crossbones collar, but I had no part of that! I ran from her! Stupid biped!!!

sparkle collar

A few weeks ago I lost my skull and crossbones collar while out on an adventure. In the meantime I'd been wearing a pale green collar with hearts and flowers on it. Not at all suitable for a thug cat.

Yesterday my mom and human sister brought me a new collar. But it doesn't have tough guy symbols. It's sparkly. Mom calls me Elvis now and sings some stupid song, "Elvis has let the building."

She will try to post a photo of me modeling the collar. I think I look pretty spiffy but not gangsta enough. Mom says human sister is trying to humiliate me.

I should have a spiked collar like a big old gangsta pit bull from 'da hood. I am a thug, and deserve nothing but thing accessories.

No sweater for me, not now not ever

Even though I must confess that Scottie and Cammi sure do look nice and cozy and warm in theirs. But I am a gangsta thug and I have to be careful of what colors I wear. I've been told blue and red are bad if I end up in the wrong 'hood.
Mom thinks I will look nice in deep teal or burgundy. Are there any gangs that wear those colors?

Oh and guess what I did yesterday? I Lost my skull and crossbones collar. So now I'm wearing a little pansy-girly pale green collar with flowers and a bell. Ack! It's bad for my image!

my human sister, part 2

... or whatever part it is!
I have her trained!
Mom doesn't like it when I go out at night, I stay away too long! But I have learned a new trick—bug my human sister! So I do!
I will go to her bedroom and walk on top of her. Eighteen pounds of Ryan King aren't easy to ignore! And I meow with my little girl meow (that's what mom says!) and purr in human sister's face.
Then I run out the door and get her to follow me and meow at the patio door.
Then I go away for 90 minutes but I'm not telling anyone what I do! I come back and eventually I go to sleep.
So today human sister took a nap and I slept right next to her! After our nap, human sister told mom I am a cuddlebug.
I AM NOT. I AM A GANGSTA THUG. I cuddle with no one!
Except I did and I liked it!!!!!!