Ancient Feline Oriental Arts

While most of these are things all kitties tend to do, since we're Tonkinese it seems particularly relevant to use Oriental terms.

The first one is the Martial Art of Tongue Fu. That's when you start out cleaning each other, but inevitably it ends up in a tussle.

The second one is one that Newman should like: the art of Dung Shui. This is done by breaking up clumps in the litter-box and bringing them to the surface so that it looks like your litter-box is crammed full. This brings the good fortune of your hooman cleaning the litter-box more often than necessary. You can add mirrors and fountains too, but that's not as useful in this art.

So let your hoomans know you're wiser than you appear, grasshopper. MOL

The Indiana Jones Experience

One of the toys we have is the Star Chaser toy where the ball goes around in a circle. We mainly use it when we want to let mom know that we're frisky. Mom lost track of keeping it clean though, so one time that I went over there mom came to look and found some kitty vomit and a huge spider! Just as Mom was cleaning out the vomit I swatted the ball, and oh noes, the Spider got squashed! Mom thought that this was pretty close the Indiana Jones experience for a spider, only with an alternate ending and a much shorter movie. MOL

I've got a bushy tail, and I'm not afraid to show it: I'm- frisky and I know it.

My sisfur and I have so much fun going out onto the deck at night and zooming like crazy. We love going onto the deck during the day-time too, but the chill in the air at night makes us extra frisky.
Added onto that, my mom has gotten us the coolest toys called Neko Flies. Penny & I each have our favorites, and we can't wait until she opens the bag to get them out. My favorite is the Small Kittenator, but Penny likes the Kittycada. If you haven't seen them, you ought to look them up at www.nekoflies.com. Mom thinks that they're the highest quality toys she's seen, though the price is a bit higher than most toys.
So everyone--get your frisk on!

DDP Hooray!

Thanks so much for the DDP Diary Gal! Open your mouth and say "Ah".
Just kidding: I trust mom to be good while I'm in her mouth, but no one else. Actually now that her infection is getting better, I check her mouth a little bit but not often and usually very quickly. My excellent doctoring skills have paid off, so I think my work is done here. MOL

From Dentist to Doctor?

I did some dental examination again after mom yawned, this time even more extensively, and I put my paw directly on her lip to get her to open up. It got mom to thinking: she only yawns that big when her sinuses are draining, and she is in the middle of a sinus infection. Could it be that I'm giving her a check-up on her sinus infection because I have a sensitive enough nose to smell the bacteria?
Who knows. It's true that I sniff her teeth and lips too, but mainly I aim for the back of the throat, though I can only get so far in. Maybe I'm trying to figure out which antibiotic would be effective for it. MOL
I suppose the main question will always remain: how can I bill mom's health insurance?

Dental Exam

Nope, I'm not talking about the kind you get knocked out for at the vet.
I was sitting on mom's cabinet with her close-by and at the same eye-level when she let out a huge yawn. Mid-yawn I stuck my face really close to her mouth, so she could tell I was curious. So despite her fears of having bad breath she opened her mouth again, and I moved in, and she could feel me sniffing her teeth and her lip, as well as the general inside of her mouth. After I gave her the once-over she closed her mouth, but then I lifted my paw to tell her to open it again.
I didn't sniff quite as carefully this time, but I definitely examined everything carefully. And as for her breath, let's just say I never wilted! MOL

The Cubby Saga

We have a cat sized cloth cube storage container, and I love it because it's just the right size to sit in when it's knocked over on it's side. The thing is, it's collapsible when a square-shaped board inside the base is not propped up. However, it has a lovely ribbon loop that I love to use to pull the board down.
So my mom and I had a bit of a tug-of-war going on for a while: she would prop the board up when the cubby collapsed, then I would immediately pull it down. Up, down. collapse and repeat were a regular event with us.
Finally mom noticed something: when I was rolling back and forth inside the cube I wasn't just doing it to show off my beautiful belly, but I was trying to push the sides of the cubby outward (the cubby walls collapse inward, so it helps keep them from collapsing.) I found that putting my front legs on top bowed the walls even further. I sometimes would nose-nudge the sides outwardly too.
Then mom called me her little engineer, and bragged about my smarts to Nana. Also, she tried to use my technique by bending the walls outward too when she got the chance, without putting the board up at all.
Then one day the unthinkable happened: the cubby completely collapsed in front of me when I really wanted to be in it, and I just walked onto the top of it and looked at mom mournfully. Mom got off the bed, lifted me off the cubby, and put the board up.
And I haven't pulled the board down again.

The End.

Purrito Kitteh

One of my favorite spots to take a nap happens to be the closet shelf in my mom's room, especially as she has a down comforter with a flannel cover on top of the shelf. Every now and then it gets overly furry from repeated napping, and since it's folded into quarters, doing so makes it into a sort of Mt. Floofy, 'cause it piles up really high after any folding. Even though mom tries everything she can to bat it down, it usually takes a while before we're brave enough to get on top (although it does settle down after we sleep on it enough.)
Anyway, I digress. Recently Mom knew that it was furry enough on top that my sisfur wouldn't sleep on it, and thought I was wanting a change too, so she re-folded it. But then I made it clear that I preferred sleeping where my scent was and wanted it back the way it was, but mom didn't listen. She told me I'd adjust.
Well I wanted to be surrounded by my fur enough that I crawled into the middle of the comforter, making me into a little purrito. Mom was surprised, 'cause she noticed that I had disappeared, and didn't know where I was, but later she caught me in the act of crawling into the middle and that's that. Purritos Rule!

Update:
I finally got the courage to climb Mt. Floofy, and am now currently sleeping on top. I guess mom was right.

No Sole For Me-o

No sole for me-o
I am distressed
Though I admit-o
The taste wasn't best
Mom took it away-o
I yowled out in sorrow
Now it is gone-o
I miss it so

Well, I was a little bit of a naughty girl and mom caught me trying to pull chunks off the shoe sole to eat, and it got taken away really fast. She said it was for my own good. *sigh* I did yowl out in mourning when she took it, as it was my bestest play toy. :-(
Here are some pictures of the damage:

I had a sole - but I etted it
Jaws Impersonation
Serious Damage

Happy Valentine's Day, and the Most Romantic Date

Today is glorious Valentine's Day, and I'm so happy with my Valentine Minko and all the lavish presents he's given me! I was thinking though: what is the most romantic Valentine's Day date for kittehs?

Well we can start looking for it in what hoomins like to do.

A very popular option is a long walk on the beach. Pardon me, but who gets pleasure from walking through someone else's endless litterbox? I get the shooky paws just thinking about it!

A more intriguing possibility is riding in a gondola in Venice, Italy. I can just hear the song of the gondalier in my head:

"O Siameso,
Amica mia Minko,
Ti adoro sempre
Come sei bello!"

Did you know that in medieval Venice they wore wooden platform shoes because of the frequent flooding? What about the poor kittehs? Oh no, shooky paws territory again!

Well maybe we should just take a look at the usual romantic cat date (for fixed kittehs anyway): sniff noses, circle while sniffing butts, chase each other madly through the house, clean each other then begin to tussle, chase each other around the house again, then finally settle in for a cozy nap curled up together.

Okay Catsters, what sounds the best to you?

Minnie
P.S. Happy Valentine's Day to you all!