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There is SO much love in the world

Wow! MAJOR Faux Pas!

I failed to mention that my television debut will be on "Animal Cops: Philadelphia". Jeez! Of all times to flub a diary entry! When so many Catster eyes are reading my entries.
Oh well, I'm only feline!
Thanks, everykitty for visiting my page.

Love, YH

I'd be a BAD kitty if I didn't give a meow-out to my BF Jazzie D, my friend Hazel Lucy and my 'cousins' Cuddles, Madeline, Vincent, Martin, Matthew, Francis, Hugo and Amelia

My lights to stardom

apparently will shine sometime in November/December!
Mommy got word that my story will be featured in one of the episodes that the production company is editing right now. It should air in November or December. More details to follow when information becomes available!

Mommy, me and the 2am lovefest

Okay, so Mom and Dad got home last evening, ate dinner and did the chores that needed to be done. I got a few kisses on the head, a few chin scratches and then Mommy went into the room where Jake, the new baby kitty is. Okay, so he's cute and orange and he has the sweetest little cry...and I get it..he has Cerebellar Hypoplasia, which means he's 'special needs'. What I don't get is WHY a woman of reasonable intelligence would actively choose to sit in a room with the little furball, playing with him, crocheting him a blankie and generally loving him up when she has ME and all the other perfectlyacceptable kitties that love her on the OTHER side of the door! To top it off, what does she go and do???? She falls asleep with him curled up against her. She awoke about 1:15 am, collected the dogs(where's the appeal? they slobber and bark. But I digress) and Daddy and they went into the bedroom and shut the door. Now, they shut the door every night because one of the dogs is deaf and has a high startle reflex. M&D are afraid that if one of us kitties were to disturb her, she might hurt us. Apparently, she grumbles/growls if even M or D love their legs too much while sleeping....
So, there I am, sitting outside the door, trying to figure out a way to let Mommy know that this whole evening has been unacceptable to me.
Then it came to me! I started swiping at the door. You know, how we kitties stand on our hind legs and paw at something like a wall or door or a human leg without using our claws? Well, I did that about 3 times when I heard Mom say out loud "do you hear that?"
Dad didn;t answer her because he was already sleeping. So, I started crying. I have this knack for sounding just like a toddler crying out "Mom!" In fact, when I first came here Daddy hit the mute on the tv remote because he told Mommy he heard a 'kid crying for its mother" to which M replied, "No, that Yoo Hoo. That's what she sounds like". He said "No, I am telling you its a child." Mommy calls to me "yoo Hoo?" and I answered "Mom!" Dad's repsonse was "I stand corrected."
ANYWAY (jeez, did I digress again?) I start crying at the door as I am TRYING to get my face as close as possible. You know. For effect.
But this darn e-collar keeps scraping the door, so my plan to sound perfectly pathetic is marred by the interference of plastic (stupid plastic, BTW) against wood.
"mom" I cry.
"mom. mom. Mom"
"Yoo Hoo? Are you okay?" comes from the other side of the door. I answer her "No. I am NOT okay. I am sitting outside your bedroom door, making noises. Its after 2am. I'm distraught. I've missed you all night and this is it?"
"MOM" I cry.
and then I hear it, the sound of her socked feet on the hardwood floor. She pads over to the door and when she opens it, I am laying it on THICK! I am sitting so close to the darn door, there is no explanation why I didn't fall flat on my face into the room! My head bowed low, I looked like the monks in the "Ave Maria" segment in "Fantasia"! Mommy bends down and picks me up. She says "What is it, Yooey? Why are you upset?" Now, I am playing it cool..."upset? I'm NOT upset. Just because you can't sleep and decided to open this door doesn't mean that I am upset." But I can't fight it and I just HAVE to lick her chin and cheek! I press my head against her chin. She kisses me loads of times! Then she starts rocking me back and forth in her arms, exactly like she used to when I was in the animal hospital. This was our morning ritual...Okay, Lady, I have to give it to you. YOU'RE GOOD. You know how to work it!
She keeps kissing me and stroking my chin and I keep pressing my head against her chin and her forehead. I can't help but purr. Nor can I prevent the fact that I am kneading each shoulder of hers as well. Good Lord, she worked me over! She used every trick in the book...all my favorites! Finally, she says (and she darn near woke me, too!) "Okay, MomMom, I have to go to bed. I have work in the morning. I'll see you in a few hours."
She places me on the rug with a final kiss on the head and an 'I love you more than anything' and the nightly "Pleasant kitty dreams, babies!'. How am I going to argue with this??? I mean, she didn't fight me on anything, she went right into "Mommy mode" and made me feel like I was the only kitty in the world at that moment. I'd have been a heel to behave poorly at this point. I meowed again (not the "Mom" one either. You just can;t do that while they are looking right at you!) and she went back inside the bedroom. I heard her climb into bed, and Kismet started growling. As I walk away, I hear Mommy tell Kissy (although, she can't hear her) "kis, Its me, stop that. Go back to sleep."
I start down the steps.
You, too, Mommy. Pleasant human dreams.