December 2nd 2008 11:44 am
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My friend Woozle, a very glamorous tuxedo girl who lives in decadent Hollywood (SoCal, of course!) made up a game. What vegetable, fruit or flower would you be? I have already answered for my fursibs so you can’t ask them again. They will never disagree with me, or I will pounce them. And that can be painful!
Vegetable: Well, for sure Matt is a potato, all round and starchy. Cammi is no doubt a pea. Not the whole pod, just a little tiny pea because she is so tiny. Scottie is a cauliflower … kind of bland but easy to dress up. And me, well, because I was born in ‘da hood, I’m a jalapeño. Not because I am small, because I am not small, I’m grande at 18 pounds of pure tuxedo love, but because I am a hot-headed punk. I used to speak Spanish only but now that I am out of the hood it’s English only for this gato!
Fruit: Hmmm this might be harder. Matt is a watermelon based on shape and weight. Cammi is a cherry because it’s tiny and sweet. Scottie is a nectarine. Me, I’m an avocado because of my heritage. Did you know that avocados are considered both a fruit and a veggie? MOL Mom looked it up online.
Flower: Wow, this is hard. Matt is a sunflower, round and oversized. Cammi is an African violet, petite and sensitive. Scottie is an orchid (gets sick when it gets cold) and I am a dahlia, because that is the national flower of Mexico and I came from a family of them, and they didn’t like cats. I’m not sure why I choose to honor them this way.
Ice cream: For Matt that’s easy. He loves Mint Chocolate Chip. Literally.
Cammi is the chocolate/vanilla kind of ice cream, ‘cause she’s a tuxedo like us, black and white. Scottie is rocky road because of his markings, he’s mostly tabby spots and that makes him like rocky road ‘cause rocky road has stuff spotted throughout it, nuts and marshmallows. As for me, fudge marble, because it’s black and white too, even though there is more white in it than on me!
I think I will tag some furriends with this one.
1. Vinnie, ‘cause he likes games.
2. Boots, because she is clever
3. Ezra Lusk and his brofur Halftone
4. Scottie Squirrel
5. Milagrito, ‘cause he always has something to say
November 27th 2008 1:10 pm
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Mom says it's traditional to give thanks for all we have today. Honestly though, I don't think I should have to be grateful for anything. I think everyone around me needs to be grateful for ME.
Yes, my family needs to be grateful that I am here. Everybody needs to have a spoiled tuxedo cat who was brought up in ‘da hood and faced the dangers of ‘da hood with as much grace as I did. I could have been starved, drowned, cast out in the street like my littermate did (and he ended up at the same rescue too!), or used for pit bull bait. But I got lucky and ended up at animal control and then whisked away by a very nice person named Lisa who saw something special in me. Yeah, it was my medallion, but I fooled you with my purr and personality! So purrhaps I am grateful for Lisa saving me in the spring of 2007 when I was a mere kit.
I used to be an instapurr but now mom’s gotta work for it. So she’s grateful when I am inclined to purr. That is usually when I want Pet Promise in my bowl. I’ll eat the Royal Canin but there’s just something in that Pet Promise stuff.
I suppose that means I am grateful for Pet Promise.
I also like getting new feather toys, so I am grateful for feathers. I purr when I want to play.
I like having lots of beds to curl up in so I am grateful for beds.
It’s sort of nice having other cats to play with so I am grateful for having fursibs to beat up.
I am grateful that my human sister came home so I can torture her. I like to chase her upstairs and smack her on the heels to get her to move faster. I also like to jump on her bed and stare at her at night. It freaks her out! Sometimes I let her pet me and even carry me, but it’s got to be MY idea.
Okay then I guess I am grateful for a few things then …
November 18th 2008 10:59 pm
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I have been inspired by the oh-so-fabulous Smushy to talk about the walkover technique we all are forced to employ from time to time.
I have a very good reason for walkover. I happen to know mom has a bag of kibble in her closet, and it’s something most dee-licious called Pet Promise. We still get Royal Canin 33 but the Pet Promise is just too good for purrs!
But she won’t put it out in our bowls and just let it lie around, ‘cause Matt will inhale it. Go look at a photo of Matt and you will agree he could afford to miss a few meals.
So I do my little girl mew before bed and mom puts some Pet Promise in my bowl. Scottie of course pops up, as does Little Miss Perfect Cammi who gets whatever she wants, and of course, Matt will park his head in a bowl and inhale. I don’t get nearly enough, so once the bowl is empty, we get some Greenies and then it’s lights out.
Not quite.
About 4 or 5 hours after mom goes to sleep, it’s walkover and heavy petting time. If I’m not upstairs watching TV with my human sister, I’m walking over mom, digging at her side, purring and mewing (is it bad that she teases me about my little girl mew?). She pets me and pulls my tail in the hopes I curl right back up and go to sleep. But of course I don’t! I don’t stop until she gets up to pee, and when she comes back to bed, I’m sitting right next to the closet making it purrfectly clear what I want.
And to preserve the peace, I usually get it. But by then Cammi is awake and asking for her canned food and Scottie starts sneezing so he needs his gerber and lysine. Then Matt gets up and sticks his head in the bowl and inhales.
Then she can’t go to sleep ‘cause her back hurts and she needs to take pain meds so it takes awhile for it to work so we all start playing.
I recommend our behavior to all felines. It’s why we are here and why they are here—to serve US, you know! And that's not US as in the United States but US as in the United States of Felines!!!
November 12th 2008 6:17 pm
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No, that is not a typo. I am not talking about healing anyone, I am talking about heeling my human sister.
Heeling is something cowboys do, or cow dogs do. It's when they rope the back legs of a cow or steer or bull or calf, or when the dog nips at the cow's heels. Well, I swat at my sister's heels as she goes upstairs to get her moving faster.
See, she and I have agreed to a truce. She is a night owl and so am I. So I stay in her bedroom watching TV and I let her pet me. Therefore, I have to chase her upstairs to get what I want from her. I do enjoy our heavy petting sessions, and yes, I will even purr for her. Quite loudly, thank you very much.
And to think a few months ago I hated her!
But I do not appreciate it when she turns the television off. How does SHE know I wasn't watching it?
October 25th 2008 11:57 am
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A little over a year ago, my furriend and mentor Monster fooled everyone and made her family believe she'd gone to the Bridge. But she popped up one day and jumped in their car and that was that! She wasn't at the Bridge, she was just messing around.
I am sad to report that my dear furriend Monster isn't fooling around anymore and did go to the Bridge earlier this week. Monster was my first crush (but she had the good sense to tell me to find a fur closer to my age as I was a mere kitten) and taught me lots about being a sneaky stealthy feline. She was nearly 16 years old when her family helped her to pass after she got sick, which some people say is a good long life but my mom says isn't nearly enough with somefur you love.
My mom still slips up and calls me Elliott sometimes when she comes into the bedroom and I'm lying on the bed stretched out and all you can see is my white belly and boots and mittens contrasting against my black fur. She had 16 1/2 years with him and she says it wasn't enough.
We know how much Monster's family misses her and how much her hubby Gavroche misses her too. They took good care of each other.
I will see you at the Bridge someday my dear friend. Mom's hoping I stay with her for a very long time, so be patient (not one of Monster's strong points I might add!). Say hello to my tuxedo brofur Elliott, whom I never met but who is responsible for me having a good forever home today.
October 20th 2008 2:51 pm
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I will make mom take a photo of me—she brought home a brand-new collar with a bell on it, and it's positively perfect for someone with my purrsonality!
It's black with white skull and crossbones. Yeah I'm a badass. I tease my human sister and then ask her to let me outside in the evenings and when I sucker her into it, I don't come back for a couple of hours! I fight with Cammi and steal Scottie's Greenies.
P.S. Scottie got a brown and pink sweater! MOFLMAO! Silly tabby, it's 'cause he gets cold at night. He needs to be much much fatter like Matt and me. What do those v-e-t-s know anyway, they say Scottie's a perfect weight and that Matt and I are a bit ... large?
October 12th 2008 8:44 pm
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I am forced to put my paw down. My mom did something that is utterly unacceptable to me. And it’s not a trip to the v-e-t. It’s leaving me home with my human sister and her BF.
Mom has never been away from me overnight. I allow her to sleep on her bed with me and I ask for fresh food in my bowl and heavy petting some mornings. Well I didn’t get that last night. And it’s not right!
I am hiding under the bed right now. Scottie tells me that mom has the scent of another feline. Scottie’s pretty mellow so he forgives mom quickly. But the idea that I have been betrayed by abandonment AND she was around another cat.
So I am putting forth Ryan’s Manifesto. I will not allow overnight trips, mom. You know how mad I was when you went to that hockey game in the spring and didn’t plan for it and you left our food bowl empty and the lights off? Well, you got away with that ONCE. No more. You WILL be home evenings and you WILL share my bed and you WILL be available to put fresh food in my bowl and give me some heavy petting.
Perhaps I will forgive you tonight and jump on my bed with you and let you pet me. For now, I am plotting my next move against you if that unacceptable behavior continues.
October 8th 2008 2:31 pm
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Wow! Mom just got back from the store and Greenies are ON SALE big time! She bought us a big bag of different flavors, and I think right now I am going to demand some chicken-flavored Greenies.
I mean come on mom you did get up to go to school this morning and wreck my beauty sleep. You owe me!!
September 25th 2008 11:16 am
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It's been awhile since I've touched base with effuryone.
My human sister is still here, and I will let her pet me only very occasionally. She's sort of mad at me; I bit her toe a couple of weeks ago and it's sore. I don't bite my mom's toes, her's are too old and tough!
During the work week (what's work?) my human sister's boyfriend stays with us because we live one hour closer to his work versus his mom's home. I really don't like him because I really DON'T like male humans one bit! I'm not telling why, but suffice it to say it's because of my first five weeks in 'da hood.
But I do like to rush in front of him or underfoot when it's dark and scare him and trip him up a little bit. Being mostly black, he can't see much of me, so he's not certain if it's me or Cammi or Mr. Des (Mr. Des is all black and large like me, but even more invisible!). It's funny though! Dumb guy! I do it because he claims to be allergic to cats. So he wanted a pet and he brought a snake. I plan to get it before it gets me. Mom jokes with my human sister that the snake will leave when she dumps the boyfriend. MOL
I sat behind him last night while he was on mom's computer and shot him the patented Ryan Death Stare (TM). Unfortunately it didn't work . Mom and my human sister were laughing though. It was as close as I have ever gotten to the guy, except for when I'm tripping him!
Anyway, the weather is changing and the evenings are getting cooler, so that means hockey season is coming! So I will be able to watch my namesake Ryan Getzlaf play and knock people over, just like I do! Where do you think I got the idea anyway?
September 1st 2008 8:11 pm
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I let her pet me. Yes, when mom was out I had no choice but to be nice to my human sister. And she tattled on me!
I sat right next to her when she was working on mommy's computer. I gave a little chirp and jumped up on her lap and purred. I am pretty sure I did this on purpose. She petted me and told me I was a weird cat.
I may not allow a repeat performance but I sure do like sitting on my human sister's bed and watching TV with her. Or crawl under her blankets and bite her toes when she's sound asleep.
August 26th 2008 9:41 pm
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I ask to go outside and mom says no.
Yesterday she gave me some valium to chill me out, and all I did was eat. Not much chillin'. When she fed Cammi breakfast, I put MY head over the plate and inhaled Cammi's breakfast. Usually she gets to eat first.
I am as stubborn as mom is and I shall prevail. She will let me out again. She will forget it took 8 hours to get me back in ...
August 25th 2008 12:15 pm
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Oh oh I've done it again!
Last night my human sister, who does not get to pet me, shut the door to the bedrooms so I was "trapped" in the living room with her. Okay it's one thing to choose to be in the same room as her, or sleep on her bed and crawl under the covers and bite her toes, but it's not acceptable to trap me in one room. So I did what I always do—hid in mom's desk in a broken drawer! But my butt's getting too big and it's hard to slip in gracefully!
I hid in the drawer while my human sister insisted she was just being nice and opening the patio door so I could play outside. She'd already put Cammi on the other side of the door so she couldn't rush out and jump over and get lost in the dark. Well, hearing the door open was too much for me so I wiggled my big butt out of the tight space and dashed for the door and freedom! I jumped right over and was gone!
Mom knows I come right back. I didn't this time. There was another kitty out and about and I spent some time with it. When I jumped back into my own patio, I'd stick my head in the door and then jump away again. After doing this three or four times, and mom going out looking for me four times, she said "time for Ryan to learn a lesson, it's past midnight and I'm tired." Off went the lights and she shut the door.
I could hear Scottie inside crying and mom telling him to just get over it!
You can bet at 5 a.m. I was waiting at the door and happily ran right past mom and went to bed on my human sister's bed upstairs. Rumor is mom's going to put me back on the valium for a few days.
My human sister asks "why is he so weird?" They don't know what I went through at my birth home in 'da hood for the five or six weeks I lived there. And I'm not talking. But my behavior speaks volumes I think. I trust only one person and I don't trust her that much in the scheme of things ...
August 8th 2008 9:28 pm
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Okay the human sister is still here. And I still won’t let her touch me but it sure is fun to just stare at her.
The human sister did bring something interesting though. A few days after she got here, she and mom went and bought this box thing and put water and rocks in it. I couldn’t figure out what they were thinking, because NOTHING was happening in the water. Rocks don’t move. But then one day she brought in an ice chest with bags and she put things that were in the bag into the box of water.
She brought saltwater fish! There are shrimp, lots of rocks, hermit crabs and best of all, FISH! There are two Nemos, and a cute little yellow Gobi mom likes best, and a fish they named Ass-Swimmer because it swims backwards into caves and a striped fish and a yellow fish that hangs out with a while blind shrimp that digs all over.
I’ll sneak into the living room at night and watch ‘em.
July 28th 2008 12:32 am
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So the human sister popped up and I spent a couple of days floating around the apartment on low-dose valium so I wasn't so panicked or anxious with a new human around. Nope, she's not gonna touch me but whatever, I'll go in the same room as her. And I'll give her the patented Ryan King Death Stare. I believe if I do it enough I will terrify her and she will leave. I especially like to jump on her bed at night , wake her up and just sit there out of reach and glare at her. I don't even blink. And she always complains to our mom but mom's on MY side!
It's sure fun to peek at her just out of her reach so she can't pet me. But she does speak to me nicely and kindly and says I am such a handsome big boy.
But I won't fall into her trap of niceness. Not me. I am the Ryan King and I don't fall for scams like that!
July 11th 2008 3:31 pm
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She tried to pretend today was like any other day, but I caught on fast!
First she put Big Pink in the car. She thinks I didn't see but I did. Then she put a fuzzy pad in the carrier but didn't move the carrier. Then she turned to us cats and said "Ryan."
OH NO!!!!! It's for ME!!!!! I ran and hid under the bed but I am too big to crawl into the mattress so she caught me! She put me into the carrier but I didn't let her shut the door, but she didn't let me get away! So the door was shut and off I went, crying!
I cried whenever the car stopped or turned. And it was hot so mom used the air conditioning even though it's bad for gas mileage. And into the v-e-t's office I went!
They put me on a scale (I weigh 15.4 pounds, and the v-e-t said "Ryan could stand to lose about 2 pounds." Oh no, I think that means empty bowls of food around here! Then they took me into the treatment room and took blood from my NECK (MIAOW!!!) though I didn't cry at all, clipped my claws and gave me a rabies shot.
But mom took me to the v-e-t to get medication for anxiety for me! My human sister is moving back in for awhile and I don't like it when other humans are in MY home! I run myself ragged trying to stay out of the same room as her, and mom says it's so sad I am so scared. So we have one week's worth of valium, and my human sister has to be NICE to me or else I get a visit from a DVM feline behaviorist!
Mom is going to try the valium on me Sunday, so she can make sure I am okay with it. I bet she thinks I'm going to be easy to pill ... MOL!!!
I don't have to go back for a whole YEAR though I will have to have my teeth cleaned next summer because I had a bit of gingivitis, but not bad enough to put me under for a cleaning. Good! Those people might talk all nice to kitties but they like to poke 'em too! Even after mom brought them a tres leches cake, I still got poked twice!
P.S. You know what's really funny? I have a secret! Mom made an appointment next Friday at the v-e-t for Scottie and Cammi! Diabolical MOL!
July 10th 2008 9:55 pm
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Mom was on the phone this morning, I heard her say my name. I wonder what that means.
Scottie's acting all smug. Mom's baking a cake and Scottie says it's for the v-e-t techs tomorrow afterenoon.
So who is going to the v-e-t?
June 27th 2008 8:18 am
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When Cammi turned her back, I stole one of her toys! And I love those toys!
It's made by Kong, and it's got all natural materials, feathers, bamboo and in the case of stuffed toys, catnip! But the bamboo is the best, I can bite it and it doesn't say OUCH, STOP IT RYAN!!!!! I carry it all over the place and it doesn't squirm but it's fun to attack. Remember, I am a wild man from 'da hood region of SJ!!!!! It's my instinct to attack things weaker than I am!
For me to play with a toy that's not a plain old crinkly ball, that's quite an accomplishment!
June 13th 2008 5:40 pm
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So I have been in my forever home for one year and 13 days today ... and I'm noticing that things are a lot like they were when I first came here. It gets real warm in the day, and the best thing to do is stretch out on mom's bed and sleep! But it's so cool, she has our pet fountain in the bedroom and it keeps the water awesome cool and fresh, it's so much nicer than a plain old water bowl!
For some odd reason, I have really been into being brushed lately. Mom's got a wire slicker brush and it feels soooo good. But it's gotta be MY idea to get brushed.
And she brought home this stuff from the pet food store. It's called bonito flakes. OHC!!!!!!! Nummy!!!! Go back and get me more NOW!!!!
Unfortunately, the rumor is I will be visiting the v-e-t for my yearly physical soon. ICK!
May 30th 2008 11:24 pm
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My friend from over the hill, Vinnie the Chin, tagged me 'cause my brofur Scottie tagged him! Stupid tabby! So now I need to say 5 fab things about me! Hmmm...
1. I am a tuxedo cat, the most glamorous and gorgeous and creative cat ever created. Right Vinnie, we are the classiest individuals in the feline world.
2. I am very selective regarding who pets me. Only my mom. And only when I feel like it.
3. I am also very selective as to when I want to be brushed, and where.
4. I like new toys, and expect new ones after every trip mom makes to PetCo or Pet Food Express.
5. I will be celebrating my first anniversary with my mom tomorrow, June 1. She says she's taking me out somewhere ... we will see. I am the master at going poof when the stroller of carrier comes out!
(Ryan's mom here. I want to take him to visit the rescue organization he came from while they are at their onsite adoption place at Pet Food Express in Los Gatos. He will ride over in a carrier wearing his harness, and then I'll put him into the stroller and stroll him in to say hello and offer an anniversary donation to the rescue, Unconditional Love. But I fully expect Ryan to be a stinkerdoodle about it.)
May 29th 2008 2:56 pm
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Finally! She's going back to Arizona. Except I want to know why mom and Matt are so sad about it ...
My human sister misunderstands me anyway. I am the Ryan King. It is up to her to adjust to MY needs, not the other way around!
Mom says she's coming back to the area the end of June and might live with us for awhile. She better remember this is MY place, not hers. The needs of the King of Things always come first!
I haven't let her anywhere near me though I have accidentally ended up in the same room as her a couple of times. She can't believe how big I've gotten since last summer. Well duh I was just a kitten last summer ... blondes!!
May 23rd 2008 8:56 pm
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So there I am, napping in the upstairs bedroom when I hear a strange voice downstairs. I'm thinking "why's mom got the petsitter visiting? She won't see me this time either!" The person came upstairs and it was—her—the human who used to live here when I first got here but she left here and came back and left again.
There is NO WAY the Ryan King will lower himself and allow such a person to pet him.
May 13th 2008 3:57 pm
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I did something so awesome cool today, and mom is clueless as to how I did it.
Last night she told me to stay close in the morning and I'd get my outside time once Cammi went for her morning nap. And mom kept her word, too! I jumped right over for my adventure, I haven't been out in days 'cause of Cammi!
I came back in FILTHY DIRTY!!! And not just my boots but my chest and my belly were dusty and dirty. And I was so very happy and proud of myself for doing it. All she could say was "Ryan, how did you do that? Come here and let's brush you (and I really like to be brushed nowadays!) and get that dirt off."
I wanted to keep the dirt on long enough for Cammi see my dirt so she knows what she missed MOL And she came downstairs and sniffed me and she's jealous I got patio time and she didn't!
Mom also cleaned my drinking fountain. She is trying to get a photo of me playing in it, but I am so clever, when I see the camera come out, I stop playing and jump on the bed and take a nap!
May 2nd 2008 9:13 am
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Okay I know I think everything is cool, but seriously this is 'da bomb!
Mom brought home a Petmate drinking fountain for me yesterday. At first I couldn't figure it out until mom showed me how to play in the water.
I love the thing! I drink my water right from the ramp and play with it as it trickles down. Everyone else drinks from the bowl.
Would you expect for me to do like everyone else? Of course not! I am the Ryan King, I do as I please!
Mom says when it gets hot in the summer she can put ice cubes in it to make the water nice and cold! You should ask your moms for your own fountains. They are as rad as a toilet, only easier. And cleaner!
April 24th 2008 9:27 pm
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Can I tell you a secret?
Kittens, especially baby sisfur kittens that I didn't ask for are a pain in the rear. Even worse are baby sisfur kittens who are tuxedo like moi!
Because of the one I live with I don't get the patio time I need.
I need to figure out a way to sneak out when she's upstairs asleep and then tell Scottie to keep his mouth shut and stop talking about it.
I wonder if my life would be better if I were an only cat? Then I would truly be the Ryan King, no doubt.
April 10th 2008 2:53 pm
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What game to watch—the stupid Sharks or my namesake Ryan Getzlaf and the Ducks? Though last night she was watching the Avs-Wild game and apparently there's a Ryan on one of those teams too. One of the teams also has a Scottie, who apparently didn't have such a great game, at least that's what mom told my brofur Scottie.
Ryans everywhere!
Knowing my mom, she clicks in between the two games.
Go Flames! And in a choice of the lesser of two evils, go Ducks!
March 29th 2008 7:05 pm
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Thank you to my furriends who sent me rosettes and special gifts for my birthday and for being named a Daily Diary Pick. Wow, I have had a big couple of days!
Thank you to Buttons and Bows for the kite (yes it has been windy so I can use it!); Moses and Boots for the blue rosette; Titch, Bruce, and their Bridge sibs Sybil and Beardsley for the cupcake (it was quite deelish); Rocky Ann for the heart (kisses back at ya gal!); Charlita Thunderpaws for the birthday hat (which I am still wearing); Ben, Charlie and Fluffy for the cupcake (all these cupcakes are going to my thighs!); Ezra Lusk for the bluebird (it was hard not to get him or the one my furriends Salem, Meatball, Stryper, Monster and the rest of their family sent me!); a hoppity bunny from Halftone; and the nummy sushi sent by my fellow NorCal gangsta gato Vinnie the Chin!
I do have an interesting life, that's for sure. Today mom let me sneak out onto the patio and of course I jumped right over to dig in the dirt! It's been soooo long since I got to do that! But because it was Caturday, there were lots of kids playing and they flat scare me, so I came in and asked for some heavy petting. I have a purr that will melt the cruelest heart.
Maybe because I am now a cat I am happier purring?
March 28th 2008 10:13 am
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Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday dear Ryan King! Happy birthday to me!
I don't feel any older, maybe a bit more confident and now effuryone will take me more seriously because I am now an official cat and no longer a kitten.
Unfortunately mom has already gone on record and told me she will still call me the Kitten King. I hate her nicknames for me. I am far too good for so many nicknames. If she wants to give me nicknames, let them be 'hood nicknames, like Disaster or Killah. But nooooooooo ... I get kitten talk!
Rumor is there are a couple cans of Instinct Duck coming my way instead of cake. I don't like that food every day, but I do like duck as my dish!
March 27th 2008 10:41 am
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Today is my last day of kittenhood. Tomorrow is my first birthday.
I am not sure if I will feel differently tomorrow once I am a "cat." Not that I'm not a cat now, but I'm a kitten and I really like having the defense of being a kitten to explain my behavior.
It won't be my last opportunity for kitten food though. Mom still buys it for Cammi and Scottie likes it as a treat. I've sort of moved on already to the adult taste of Royal Canin 33.
What I am hoping for is my own can of Weruva or Tiki Cat not having to share with Cammi. Mom says humans get birthday cakes, but I'm not into people food. Maybe she will get me some very irritating toys for my birthday.
March 24th 2008 9:53 am
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I bet you did not picture me much of a thinker. Yes, I may have been born in 'da hood, but I've been away from there for a long time (a whole year at the end of May!) so I have become somewhat of a cultured and intellectual kitten (and I am a kitten until the 28th!).
I believe that Vintage 2007 black and white felines are trouble! Here are four examples—feel free to add your own to support the theory.
1. My friend Vinnie the chin in Santa Cruz. We all know that Santa Cruz is a peaceful, mellow place with lots of herbs. Vinnie lives in Scotts Valley, which is a couple of miles inland, so Vinnie does not get too close to the herbs, which may have helped mellow him. Instead, Vinnie gets mountain air, which works well on his imagination. Vinnie climbs on things that collapse, gets in arguments with the neighborhood vermin, hates the leaf-blower guy with a passion, and bosses a dog and two humans around. And he's a television star.
2. Cammi's friend Harley Davidson. It is believed that Harley is the son of one of his sisfurs, a gorgeous tuxedo girl named Chap, who for some reason finds my brofur Matt irresistible (but that's another story!). Harley stayed semi-feral while Chap cased a residence and decided it was a good place for her. Once she'd settled in, Harley just "popped up" out of nowhere. Even though Harley's new family had seen Chap with a kitten at one point ... and neither Chap nor Harley are talking.
3. Cammi herself. A tiny terror when demanding food. Uses her petite size to her advantage. Mom looks at her and tries to make sure Cammi never goes cold or hungry. Even though Cammi herself has never been cold or hungry—she was born at Town Cats, a rescue place, and fostered with a family and then adopted by us—she gives an Academy award-winning performance at least twice a day asking for Weruva or Tiki Cat canned food. She is a bit better about NOT climbing up mom's bare legs. And she purrs. Loudly.
4. Me, the Ryan King. I may not be the oldest cat in the household but I am the most, shall we say, forward in letting my needs be known. I am not all polite like Scottie and ask for things in a sweet voice. I just jump where and when I want and usually land with a thud. One of my favorite things to do is sneak up on mom while she is at her desk and jump on the back of her chair. She jumps out of her skin, it's so funny MOFLMAO!
See, I told you I was a deep thinker. The next thing I will ponder is how can there even be a 'hood in San Jose where the whole darn place is so expensive to live!
March 20th 2008 10:50 am
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Oh my mom is mad at me!
She's been sick for 5 days now, and today's the worst, though she hopes it may be over soon because she's having terrible sweats and chills. But that's not why I am in trouble.
As you know, mom is a writer/editor and right now she works from home. So she ie dependent upon her computer. Well, I was playing underneath her desk and just couldn't resist one of the wires that just kept moving, so I grabbed it and pulled on it. After it fell on my head I realized it was something called a mouse. Well, cats are supposed to catch those things, right?
It thumped on my head, hit the side of the desk, and I killed it! Truly I am the Ryan King.
Thing is, a dead mouse does mom no good, and she's too sick to go to the store and get a new one. So she is mad at me!
She found her old mouse that has some loose wires but it works. It has a red glow to it. I think I might kill that one too once she turns her back.
Even though she's mad at me, she told me that my little life is worth more to her than that of a mouse, but that I need to NOT break the computer or there won't be any Tiki Cat or Weruva for me. That would not be cool. Then I would have to listen to Cammi cry and that is really not cool. She's a pain in the rear when she cries!
March 16th 2008 2:50 pm
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My mom got what she deserved for ignoring us!
Mom has had a busy couple of weeks, including a huge conference and two other events she needed to take photos of, just in case no one else did it. She has been home to shower and sleep. Utterly unacceptable behavior.
So today she has a sore throat and a fever MOL She had to get groceries for herself as Scottie, Matt and I refuse to learn to drive a five-speed car, drive, shop for human food and use a credit card. And you know what is even funnier? She has a job interview tomorrow!
Hopefully she takes a nap and gets her voice back, thought we aren't so sure about this job thing, she says we need for her to work so we all can eat.
Eating is not overrated so I guess she'd better work.
March 8th 2008 1:44 am
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This just is unacceptable! My mom has been so busy the past couple of weeks to the point of being neglectful towards us!
Well, not really. But it's been tough.
Mom is a self-employed writer/editor and she is at the mercy of those clients to pay her when she does work for them. Well, in February, no one was paying her! The last couple of weeks she had few groceries in the house for her but she made sure we always had food and litter.
And because she was doing much of her work at the actual job sites, she left us home alone! One day we were home alone for 12 hours when she unexpectedly went to a hockey game! Our food bowls were empty and the apartment was dark and cold.
I don't know what we will do if she ever gets a job away from home. Will we make it at home without her?
February 22nd 2008 9:25 pm
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OMC it happened! I went on a long solo stroll today, just me and mom, no fursibs!
I was looking for attention after mom came back from picking up some work, and she asked me if I wanted to take a ride. Well, when she moved Big Pink out of the corner, I sort of split, but I didn't go upstairs. She was fiddling with the zipper, and when I came back to her for petting (I was purring my fool head off!), she picked me up and plopped me right in! I was m-a-d! and I MIAOWED like I was getting a bath. But she talked to me and said this would be fun, put her tennis shoes and sweatshirt on, and out we went.
And it WAS fun! I have plenty of room to lie down or sit up or move around to my heart's content. And the squirrels were out in full force today, getting ready for a rainy weekend. It was a bit chilly but I have a very thick black coat and I stayed quite warm snuggled on the fuzzy leopard pad. And I didn't cry at all during our stroll, I like being the center of attention. When mom took me out of the stroller when we got home, I didn't squirm or try to run away, I just purred. I had a good time, and it made me so happy to see that silly tabby Scottie realize he'd missed a stroll! MOL!
February 21st 2008 7:51 pm
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I don't know what is it about rainy weather, but it brings out the crazy in me! We haven't been able to have much patio time, but I got some time outside today, and I came home with muddy boots! Muddy boots rock! Mom has no idea where I go to get so filthy but I can assure you it's a blast! Only bad thing was the kids outside who saw me jump over and ran toward me hollering "kitty kitty." I don't like other people, only my mom, and I really hate kids, so I jumped back over the patio and came in before I was able to make my belly dirty!
I have also been into having morning cuddles and I will sit right next to mom and do the cutest little kitten mew I can muster. Only thing is, I weigh over 12 pounds and I will officially be a cat at the end of March.
And I've been chasing Cammi all day like there's no tomorrow. I have learned that if I stay close to her, I will be able to pick up the people food I so enjoy stealing ... like turkey lunchmeat and ice cold milk. I am a messy licker though!
I am hoping to go on a stroll soon, I miss the view of the world from a nice safe place!
February 13th 2008 11:51 am
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My mom says she doesn't have time to research our furriends who have not yet been tagged, so we aren't tagging anyone. But here's my seven facts...
1. My mom makes me wear a bell collar when I have patio time. I do not fight her on this and sit like a gentleman waiting for her to clip it on me before she opens the door.
2. I like fighting with Cammi, even though she is pretty darn tough for something so tiny.
3. I like certain people foods such as pudding, cool whip, and tres leches cake.
4. Sometimes to prove a point I try to sleep in my tiny bed, just to see how well it fits ... NOT!!!
5. I am a one-person kitty and when anyone comes to our place, I hide.
6. I like that Cammi managed to manipulate mom into getting 2 or 3 cans of Weruva or Tiki Cat a day, 'cause I scarf up the leftovers.
7. I need to be brushed but I don't like it.
February 5th 2008 5:52 pm
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Good heavens, ever since I had my "over the wall" adventure mom has been all over me like a tick! If she doesn't see me every 20 minutes she calls me! I mean really, I wasn't lost. I knew where I was. Mom, it's not my fault that you didn't know where I was! YOU should have paid better attention to me!
I have had two patio days though which is nice. But if she doesn't hear the bell, she's hollering at me.
I mean, why so possessive?
February 1st 2008 10:09 am
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Mom was trying to be nice and let me have first dibs at a can of Tiki Cat. Cammi and I had already shared a can of Weruva earlier, but I was still hungry! So she quietly went into the cabinet and took out a can of Tiki Cat Ahi Tuna and put it on my plate. It was so nice not to have to share, but wait! What's this? Oh my cat, Cammi pops up from nowhere!
Her ears aren't that big but I guess they are that good! So I have to share with her—again!
I think I liked it better when I was THE KITTEN! Though I confess Cammi's so much fun to play with!
January 30th 2008 1:11 pm
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Yesterday was one of the worst days of my life! Well, not as bad as my original people threatening to drown me, but nearly as bad.
I spent the whole day outside, and half the night. Here is what happened.
Mom let us out for patio time even though it was pretty cold. After 15 minutes, she thought we'd all gone in (she was sure she'd heard me in my bell collar run upstairs to have my afternoon nap) so she shut the door. But I wasn't it, and she didn't notice for nearly 12 hours!
I am a very shy and skittish cat, so there was no question of someone picking me up and turning me into their pet. And it wasn't so awful until it got dark. I hid in the bushes and wandered around trying to figure out which balcony was mine.
Meanwhile at home, Cammi and Scottie knew I wasn't home and Scottie kept running out the door as if he wanted to go look for me. What a thoughtful big brofur! Mom said he would do the same thing when Elliott took too long coming back from his over-the-wall adventures.
After dinner mom took out the magic wand and started to play with Cammi, Scottie and Matt. Usually I hear the wand and I come running. Mom thought it was strange but I've been known to sleep through wand sessions before. Cammi had dinner early and I was nowhere to be found.
Finally at midnight mom went upstairs to look for me. I wasn't there and she went back downstairs and wondered if I had indeed come in from patio time. Her routine is to take my bell collar off and hook it over the door latch. It wasn't there. She knew I was outside somewhere, and at about 1 a.m. wandered the complex looking for me.
She heard me and my bell collar right away, but I was too scared to come to her. She whispered my name but I ran through the garages and back into the bushes. It was raining.
She decided to keep the patio door open and watch a movie, letting Scottie and Cammi out so maybe I could smell them and come home. Finally at 3 a.m. she heard the bell collar as I jumped over the patio wall, but I was scared to come over. It looked like my patio, it looked like Scottie, Matt and Cammi ... I decided to come in after mom brought out a can of Tiki Cat.
Even though it's sunny today, I have no desire to go outside for patio time. I have been enjoying frequent Greenies treats and napping on mom's bed. I don't like being feral even if just for a day.
January 29th 2008 11:49 am
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So mom was feeling kind of puny this morning and went back to bed after answering her e-mails and getting to work. Cammi and I thought we should play. So we were running around all over the bed, jumping on and off the bed, running over mom, play fighting, with Scottie in his usual spot. We were careful to avoid running into Scottie. Mom laughed and said "what a funny collection you two are?" I have heard her call Cammi and I "the collection" before. I wonder what it means.
Sometimes she calls Scottie and Matt "the collection" too. They are both tabbies. Does it mean because there are two of us tuxedos that we are a collection? Or because we are kittens?
Hey, I never asked for a baby sisfur! Though I gotta admit she is sure fun to play with ... and tough as nails too!
Well, time for a little bit of patio time before the rain comes back this afternoon.
January 28th 2008 3:43 pm
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When the article about Scottie and Cammi and me in our stroller came out in the local paper last weekend, my mom e-mailed the rescue place I came from, Unconditional Love. Today she heard back from Lisa, the wonderful woman who rescued me from the city animal shelter and gave me a real chance at finding a forever home. She said she saw the article and she didn't even have to read the caption below the photograph, she knew it was ME, the Ryan King! I am so impressed, Lisa takes care of so many kitties in her rescue and she remembered ME because of my awesome medallion!
Mom says I am a striking-looking cat and she thinks I should be in Hollywood doing commercials. The only problem is because I am the Ryan King, I do what I want most of the time. And what I want is a can of Weruva or some chocolate/vanilla pudding.
Purrsonally, I think my namesake should try to meet me someday. I am so much cuter than he is! MOL
January 27th 2008 5:49 pm
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Okay so my namesake didn't get like 20 goals, but he got a goal and an assist at the stupid NHL All Star game. What a crock! They shouldn't even have defensemen playing they don't do anything except skate. Now we know a guy like Dion Phaneuf would be a big ol' wuss if he had to play a non-hitting game. Which was the case today. But mom watched anyway, it was a Sunday afternoon and there was nothing better on. Mom thinks the "assistant" coach Ron Wilson messed up Ryan G. on purpose. Jealous he doesn't have such a good player as Ryan G. on his team MOL
Mom doesn't like Ron Wilson. I don't like to watch pansy-fied hockey games so I was napping upstairs, so I'd every so often hear her say "go Ry-an!" I wasn't going anywhere.
Real hockey starts back up on Tuesday, which is a good thing.
January 25th 2008 8:08 pm
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My mommy, having recently had her hair re-colored to blonde again, realized something today. She now has an idea of a new holiday for our family ... Ryan and Cammi Day! It's not such a stupid idea! Here's why ...
I came to mom on June 1, 2007. We don't know my birthday for sure but it's believed to be around March 28. Cammi was born on August 1, 2007 for sure. So we can celebrate the first of each month! As to how we will celebrate, mom's not sure. Thing is, both Cammi and I do like tres leches cake, and we like canned food, and cool whip, and we like toys. Lots and lots of toys.
But she doesn't want Scottie and Matt to feel left out, so they will get to participate in the paw-ty too!
Don't you all think that is a good idea? Scottie will still get his b-day in September of course, but this way, we get 13 paw-ties a year! Cool huh?
January 23rd 2008 9:48 am
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Sharks won last night but not like that's a big accomplishment or anything, the Blackhawks' best player was out. Now idiot Sharks fans think the team is back on track and gonna win it all! But in good hockey news, my namesake player's linemate was named to the All Star team (Corey Perry). They really needed to be there together, they make a huge difference for Anaheim.
So it's true that you can learn from cats who are younger than you are. Cammi has mom trained to feed her canned food at 6 a.m. and I have learned to go along for the ride. Mom puts the food on a big plate so Cammi and I can eat at the same time. I do not think my butt is getting any bigger from this treatment. Then around 9 a.m. or so, it's patio time (not today though it's cold out), and at 10, Cammi acts like a general pain so mom opens another can of food and Cammi and I share that too. We have a definite preference for Tiki Cat or Weruva, and will eat Wellness or Instinct Duck under duress. Word is the second can this morning will be Wellness. Blah.
This morning mom took a shower and I came into the bathroom to enjoy the steam. Mom sat on the commode and picked me up and gave me a hug and asked where the tiny kitten went. I purred. I'm not stupid, I understand how to manipulate her to the best of my abilities. I may not be as tiny and as cuddly as Cammi but I sure know how to push buttons anyway ...must see if I can do better than Wellness ... I know there's still some Tiki Cat and Weruva in that cabinet ...
January 20th 2008 10:31 am
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Blah blah blah, so Cammi is Catster Diary of the Day. Her life is an open book so I don't need to read it. But I needed to think of a way to get attention for myself and leave my mom wondering what goes through my Ryan King head!
So we got patio time this morning, and of course I had to wear my bell collar. Mom is sitting at the computer catching up on e-mails and then she hears a thumping and the bell. So she thinks I went over, I have permission to do that because I come right back and I don't let strangers near me anyway. But she looks up anyway and sees me climbing the stucco wall just like a squirrel! I'm like 10 feet off the ground! hahahahahaha!
And of course being the coy stinkerdoodle I am, as soon as I saw her go for the camera, I came down. MOL
Big deal! You people have NO IDEA of the capabilities of the Ryan King! I may not be as cute or as tiny as Cammi, but I am far more talented! And you remember that!
January 18th 2008 6:42 pm
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I like 'em as a snack! Dee-licous!
Cammi likes 'em too! Mom says they will help us have soft and shiny coats.
I just know they are tasty ... just take an egg, swish it with a fork, breaking up the yolk just like you do for an omelette (whatever that is), put it into a microwave bowl for about 40 seconds, chop the egg up and kitty snack deluxe!
Sometimes people food can be good!
P.S. Sharks lost last night. They will lose tomorrow too.
January 14th 2008 4:54 pm
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Oh my cat, mom just told me about the strolling article that Scottie and Cammi and I are going to be in! Complete with the photo of Scottie and I in Big Pink.
I wonder if the people from 'da hood see the newspaper? I hope so, they will see what they missed out on by not keeping me, and I'm glad they didn't keep me, 'cause I'd not be as spoiled as I am now.
Ain't no strollin' kitties in 'da hood!
January 13th 2008 7:35 pm
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Ducks beat Sharks! Not so much that we are Ducks fans in this household, but we are more anti-Sharks fans.
My namesake got an assist ... they kept an eye on him. Just like mom keeps an eye on me. MOL
January 12th 2008 6:58 pm
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Mom says I have a big butt. She posted a new photo of Cammi and I, and it was MY turn to use the tiny bed. Only I don't curl up in it, I curl up ON it.
It use to be MY bed. It used to fit me perfectly. It still does MOL Well if sleeping on top of it counts!
January 11th 2008 10:07 am
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Well not me but my namesake, Ryan Getzlaf from the Anaheim Ducks!
Mom says that NHL All Star games are a pile of steaming poo, and that it's not a real game because there's no defense and the goalies don't try hard because they don't want to get hurt.
So I expect my namesake to get about 20 shifts and a goal in each shift.
Go Ryan! MOL
Mom wonders if Cammi Granato Ferraro will be a color commentator or sideline reporter. I guess we will have to watch Ryan and look for Cammi ... we know that neither Scottie's namesake nor Matt's namesakes will be playing!
Ryans rock!!
January 10th 2008 8:16 pm
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I was caught in the act! Okay, okay I have decided she's not all bad. Or maybe I was just trying to elbow my way back into the tiny bed. It used to be MY tiny bed, remember?
Mom was right. A picture with two black-and-white kitties is quite a nice photo isn't it?
It's just easier to be nice to her. I don't get yelled at for being a stinkerdoodle and I actually get picked up and hugged and kissed and loved on a lot more often now that I am being nice!
But I am still a cat from 'da hood and don't you forget that!
January 9th 2008 8:10 pm
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Mom tells me I need to learn to share wand and feather boa sessions with Cammi. That little bitty thing loves those things as much as I do, and she jumps like a maniac, just like me, when mom takes them out so we can play. Even Scottie and Matt like wand and boa time. Sometimes she loses her head and bounces right into me in midair! I can't help myself, I give her a gentle nudge to remind her I am the Ryan King and my needs come first!
Still she's not such a bad little girl. She's pretty spunky for someone so darn tiny! And I do agree that someday we might sit close enough for long enough to take a very nice photograph. Mom says we are so darn cute together.
January 8th 2008 12:56 pm
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Now that I have decided that Cammi isn't so evil, I am back to my happy Ryan self! I ask for magic wand sessions and jump and play like a kitten. Wait, I am a kitten, I won't officially be "a cat" until the end of March! I am back to sleeping on mom's bed with Scottie and Matt and yes even Cammi.
And I am back to my "pick me up now mom" self. I stand in front of her and purr and give her the "I love you" eyes and she picks me up even though she says I have a big butt and weigh a ton now. She gives me my cool whip and pudding at bedtime, and she even puts up with me sitting in front of the computer screen asking for a hug and two-handed petting session.
She says she misses the tiny kitten I used to be, but she sure loves the big beautiful black-and-white cat I've become.
January 3rd 2008 5:39 pm
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Mom doesn't understand what is going through my head. Neither do I!
I have stopped hating Cammi. I might smack her around a little but it's usually after she hits me first! And I do realize that she is so tiny and I am such a big boy!
I will not share magic wand sessions. No negotiations there.
But I've come to the conclusion she's not a bad tiny kit, and mom says we look so cute sitting next to each other. So today I was back to my affectionate purry self, asking mom to pick me up and cuddle me. I would even lie in her arms and listen to the story of the Ryan King. When she picks me up, mom says I have a big butt ... MOL But I have grown into one heck of a handsome kitty so she says ...
December 30th 2007 2:06 pm
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That's a little over-dramatic but it's true! I was playing in the closet but mom didn't know I was in there and she closed the door! Mom went about some housework and I wanted OUT! Cammi was napping on the bed and she got up and sat in front of the closet door. When mom walked in Cammi mewed. Mom asked if someone was in the closet and Cammi put her paw under the door. Mom opened the door and there I was!
Imagine, saved by a girl!
We've sort of made peace. Mom saw us playing earlier, Cammi chased me upstairs and I chased her back down! And we did come nose-to-nose over breakfast.
Someday mom hopes we like each other enough to go strolling together. Two black-and-white cats in Big Pink! Imagine! I'm getting too big to go with Scottie, and Cammi is going to be a tiny cat. So it could work!
December 29th 2007 12:01 pm
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Okay, this doesn't mean I like her or anything, okay? And fortunately for me there is no photographic proof that this happened, but Cammi and I actually took a break and were chilling out together near each other, and then we shared some tuna. Yeah I still growl at her but I think I'm looking to play. I might not be a tiny kitten (or even look like much of a kitten anymore!) but I like to do kitten things. I chase her but she's itty bitty and goes places I can't.
It's hard to believe she is going to be 5 months old on January 1. Cammi is as tiny as a 10-week old kitten! But much much tougher!
December 27th 2007 2:22 pm
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I think I will give up my vendetta against Cammi soon. It's not getting anywhere and mom has said if I don't settle down I will get medicine from the v-e-t to help me be nice!
When mom woke up this morning, I was asleep at the foot of the bed on her right side. Lying in the crook of her are was that interloper, Cammi, all cute and warm and purring. I did not hiss, but I stared. Now mom has asked me if I want to cuddle like we used to, but I am much too big and tough for that! I have even let Cammi walk by me without hissing, though once I do hiss, she hisses back and takes off running. Well she's still prey to me, so I take off after her but she's small and quick and hides or goes to mom. If mom is around she hollers at me to knock it off.
So I have come to the conclusion Cammi isn't going anywhere and I might as well act with a bit of dignity and just accept a new baby sisfur. At least she's a tuxedo!
December 25th 2007 6:05 pm
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So the interloper's name is Cammi (after Cammi Granato, the best U.S. born women's hockey player, keeping the hockey player name theme going in our family). I don't like her one bit, I hiss and spit and generally act like a beast. Mom tried to settle me down by putting me in the carrier with a towel sprayed in Feliway but I'm not fooled. I don't want this kitten, I AM THE KITTEN!!!
I did get a stroll earlier today, but then 30 minutes after my stroll, mom took Scottie and Cammi for a stroll! I will NOT stroll with Cammi, no siree!!
December 24th 2007 12:08 pm
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I got a little sisfur for Catmas and I don't like it one bit! Mom tripped over her while out doing errands and she thought it was a sign from Elliott, the brofur I never knew. Mom says it was a year ago today at 5 p.m. that she assumed care for him and his battle against chronic renal failure.
I'm not sure what her name is going be be; mom's leaning toward Hera. The only good thing about her ... she's a tuxedo kitty just like me! Imagine two tuxedos in one house. It's as ridiculous as having two tabbies.
Wait, we do have two tabbies ...
She will get a Catster page of her own once she's settled down a little bit. It is going to take months to get a photo of her and I though, 'cause I'm hissing mad 'cause I'm not the baby anymore! I did not ask for this for Catmas, no I didn't!
Worse yet, mom's got plans to take her strolling! Oh no what if she likes strolling and doesn't act coy and make mom chase her when she's ready to go for a stroll? My life is ruined!
December 22nd 2007 10:16 pm
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She caught me in the act watching hockey tonight! I kept hearing "Ryan" on TV and I was wondering who was talking to me. Mom explained that Anaheim has a player with the first name Ryan and one with the last name Ryan. I am named for the first name Ryan (Getzlaf) who is cute but big and mean. I am cute but not yet super big or mean. I'm working on it though!
As you can see by the photo, I'd just had a magic wand session and tore up a bunch of stuff so now mom needs to vacuum! MOL
Oh and the Ducks won, and mom hopes the Sharks are going to fire their coach now. When they fire the coach she will start rooting for the |
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