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Comment on Catster News: How to Choose a Kitten

March 13th 2010 1:10 pm
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A year ago, I was brought by my foster mom, who rescued me from the mean New York City streets with my twin sister, to a shelter. Now, please...don't get me wrong. The shelter was a wonderful place to be for a hopeful five-month-old tiger...but not ideal.

Ideal is a furever home.

And I had some problems. Herpes. Eye ulcers. All kindsa junk. But I went to the shelter, and they took good care of me. WONDERFUL care of me. All that was missing was...a HOME.

My twin was adopted WITHOUT me. And Meowm still wishes she could have taken home BOTH of us...but she still thinks I'm the best. *WINK*

Having been a sick shelter kitten, just one year ago, I feel I have some advice to impart..

You're thinking of adopting a kitten, and you envision that purrrrfect little furball in your mind. That affectionate, happy little baby who knows how to use his litter box and knows how to give kisses.

But then you see or hear something that match doesn't match your idea of purrrfection. Maybe a sneeze. Maybe a cough. Maybe a winky eye.

He's still cute. He's still affectionate. But he just needs someone to take him home and get him the help he needs to beome the purrrrfect CAT.

Maybe that sneezy kitten might need a few vet visits. Maybe he might even -- *wink-WINK* -- need to go the eye doctor. But he'll still go in his box, and behave like a gentleman, and give you more afection that you anticipated! He'll play like a crazy-lion with his catnip, but eat treats right out of your hand. And he'll take his meds and supplements in stride...

Maybe that needy kitten is just what YOU need. That little bit of extra lovin' never hurt anyone. Maybe...I'm just sayin'...

And maybe if you're really lucky...he'll even kiss on command and...PLAY FETCH.

*WINKWINKWINK* (Wow, that's weird now that I've healed!)

Just think about it every-fur....


Coop Sez/Meowm Sez: What's the Big Deal About Fetch?

March 12th 2010 6:52 pm
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In this episode of "Coop Sez/Meowm Sez," we shall explore this new thing I've learned called "Fetch."

Meowm Sez: Coopie, I am SO PROUD of you -- you've learned a trick!

Coop Sez: What trick?

Meowm Sez: You've learned to FETCH!

Coop Sez: Yeah, yeah, yeah...what's the big deal? It only took me a few months to realize that if I actually bring the toy back to you, I'll get treats.

Meowm Sez: Nooooo, lovie, this is BIG! People claim only dogs can learn how to fetch. But you...even with your've learned!

Coop Sez: (*Covers mouth with paw*) You only taught me because you're LAY-ZEEE...

Meowm Sez: What?

Coop Sez: Oh, nothing, Meowmmy Dearest. (*Covers mouth with paw again*) You just don't want to get off your butt and get the toy, so you BRIBED me to do it.

Meowm Sez: Excuse me, Sir?

Coop Sez: Well, it's the truth!

Meowm Sez: No, it isn't! It's a time for us to play BOND!

Coop Sez: What she said. Yeah...

Meowm Sez: And you underestimate your own intelligence...

Coop Sez: Oh, no, Meowmmy. I'm quite clear on how smart I am. If you only KNEW half the stuff I know how to do...

Meowm Sez: Ummm...maybe I don't want to know...

Coop Sez: No, you probably don't.

Meowm Sez: Well, aren't you proud of yourself? You learned a new trick!

Coop Sez: Whatevs! Right now...YEOWAN...after all that fetching...I needs a nappie!

Have a pawesome weekend, everyfur! This kitten-cat is off to bed!


A Day in the Life Tag!

March 9th 2010 6:32 pm
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I was just tagged by my good buddy, Tasha.

If you're reading this, consider yourself TAGGED! Play along by describing your day...


Meowm is not a morning person. If it's a weekday, she hits SNOOZE a million times. I don't really like the sound of that stupid buzzer, so I just wait until she finally gets up. As soon as I hear her turn the shower on, I RUN to the bathroom, and I put my paws up on the tub to watch the water. Meowm lets me watch for a minute, and then she gets in and closes the door.

I usually retreat to the living room for a little play while Meowmmy gets dressed. Like I said...she's grumpybefore noon, so I just leave her alone.

When she's all dressed, she comes into the dining room and we paly for a few minutes. Then she cleans my bowls and feeds me. Sometimes I eat, but sometimes, I just feel like playing.

When Meowmmy leaves, she says the SAME thing every time: "I love you, Coopie. BE GOOD today! Love you..."

Usually, I play in the morning, take a snooze, and then sit in the window for a while. By lunchtime, I'm sooooo tired that I need a nap! So that's when I begin my afternoon snooze in my bed.

Sometimes, though, when I wake up, I have so much energy that I like to do things like exploring the countertops and breaking glasses...or ripping up toilet paper! On three occasions, I had so much energy that I pulled the Roman Shades down! MOL!

By the time evening rolls around, I know that it's time for Meowm to come home. I wait in the dining room. And Ialways know she's home because as soon as I ehar the key in the lock, she calls out, "Coopie! Coopie! Meowm's home!"

I roll on my back and wait for my belly rub. And Meowm feeds me right away.

Usually, she goes in to the living room and waits for me on the couch. And as soon as I come inot the living room, she holds up my bag of Lysine treats and says, "You want your cookies, Cookie Monster?"

Usually, in the evenings, we play. Meowm likes to try to make new games with the laser light. That's FUN! And meowm switches my toys out so that I don't get bored. One night, we'll play with my feather cat dancer. Another night, we'll play with my fishies.

Lately, she's been trying to teach me to fetch. We're almost there, she said. I just have to remember to bring the toy with me when I return to her!

Around nine, we usually have our snuggles on the couch and I suck my thumb and take a little nap.

Late Evening:
When Meowm goes to bed, she always invites me. I get a kiss or two or five good ngiht, and she tells me that I can come with her.

Usually, I go in and jump on her bed after she's all snuggled under the covers. Sometimes I jump on top of her. Sometimes, I just lay beside her, or on her head. But I only stay a few minutes. at four in the morning...I do just what I've been doing since I was a tiny baby. I jump on her and I lay on her tummy. And I SUCK MY THUMB!

But lookit this face....look at it good...would YOU kick ME out of YOUR bed at four a.m.????

That's the story of my day!



March 8th 2010 7:29 pm
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I don't know if the Cat Toy Thief snuck back in and placed her in my line of vision or what...BUT I FOUND RO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meowm was watching the Bachelor. And on a commercial break, she gave me my Revolution. Ick. Do. Not. Like. But that's another blog for another day...

Naturally, I leaped off the couch, and went to lick it and scratch it off...and just as I was getting in a really good scratch...out of the corner of my bad eye...I saw something in the distance. Something familiar...

It was foggy because my vision's not so great in my right eye...but I know Ro when I see Ro...

So I positioned myself...wiggled my little butt...and dove in for the kill and batted her all the way back into the living room just as those two blubbering idiots on TV were telling each other that until divorce they do part!

Meowm was so happy that she actually didn't care about the rest of that stupid show. She hopped right down on the floor and together, we played with Ro!!!!

Oh, I'm so happy she's back! I missed her so much!

Now, I just hope that Cat Toy Thief doesn't come back and take her again. I LOVE MY ROW!!!!!!!



I has a big sad

March 8th 2010 9:02 am
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I am so very sad today. Ro -- my very favorite know, Ro Dent...the one I have clenched between my teeth all the time...the one that Meowm took a picture of me gripping her between my shiny, white tiger teeth...the one who went to the V-E-T with me to comfort me on Saturday?

She's GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gone...GONE...GONNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am sad beyond words.

I lost her last week, and I started crying. I kept looking around, and luckily Meowm ralized that I just wanted Ro. So she helped me find her.

But last night, I started crying again. And Meowm tore the whole house apart looking for Ro. She even moved the couch! Now I know I complain...but THAT is a Meowm. A GOOD MEOWM.

Meowm tried to comfort me. She gave me one of my binky rings to play with because I can carry them around easily. But that just didn't do the trick.

I WANT MY RO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAILLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHH-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT MY RO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meowm said she's going to see if the store still has them on her way home. She said she's going to buy two and put an alarm on it.

I hope she can find her -- I MISS MY RO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!



They CUT me...then they SHOT me...

March 6th 2010 12:27 pm
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...and I'm one peowed off little Camper right now.

Today is one of those days on which I shall not refer to the primary can-opener as "Meowmmy." Instead, I shall call her, "That Evil Woman Who Adopted Me."

Nice Saturday morning. We had our snuggle. She opened the can. I came back for some more snuggles...she ventured into the living room. I snoozed a bit in my favorite chair...and the middle of a good mini-nap...she SCOOPED ME UP AND SHOVED ME INTO THE CARRIER.

Insipid Evil Woman Who Adopted Me zipped it up, then left the room to collect her purse and my rather large medical file. Take NOTE: Zippers are SOOOO easy to unfasten!

Gone. Under the couch. And then...the SPRAY BOTTLE. Back and forth for 20 minutes. Until I decided to pull a fast one and ducked into the kiten and hid under the table. Now, I never do that...unless I have to.

And the silly insipid Evil Woman Who Adopted Me continued her search under the couch. But, my fur-riends...I put up a good fight. Took the Evil Woman Who Adopted Me TEN minutes to figure that out.

And when seh found me, I did fight hard...but who KNEW she was sooooo good at CATCHING a CAT almost MID-AIR as I attempted to dive from the kitchen chair???

So I had to ride in a taxi to get to the V-E-T's office. And they took us right way, which was good for that ugly chihuaua that was eye me up in the waiting room.

And do you know what they did? THEY CUT MY NAILS! Now, I thought this Vet Techie chick was kinda nice til she pulled out those clippers. And since the Evil Woman Who Adopted Me was standing there, I thought that maybe it would be a good idea to fuss a bit. Just for good measure.

And the Vet Techie told me that I have a GIRLIE MEOW! "It's just a sweet little mew...oh, it's so girlie. You little Girlie-Man!" GIRLIE? I am a FEROCIOUS BEAST! HOW DARE SHE????

She also stuck me on this thing called a scale. Evil Woman Who Adopted Me seemed concerned about that, but they assured her that I am at a perfect weight of 12 poundages for my size. When will Evil Woman Who Adopted Me realize that I AM the PURRFECT feline specimen?

But do you know what the Vet Techie did? Even though she insulted my meow but complemented my girth....when she was done, she PICKED ME UP, SMOTHERED MY HEAD with KISSES and said, "I wish they were all Coopurr..." Awwwwwww...kisses -- KISSES -- at the V-E-T's! That was nice.

Then...then...cue up spookie music here...the V-E-T himSELF came in. And he just had to go pokin' at my eye!!! He said it looks good, then said, "I can't believe they were going to remove it!"

He checked me all out. And that wasn't so bad...until he SHOT ME UP! TWO of THEM. Owwwwwch! But I did not flinch. A lesser cat would have been hissing and screaming like the nasty cat in the examinging room next door. But I simply just sat and took the pain.

Then Evil Woman Who Adopted Me had to drag it out and ask a hundred questions...all leading up to the V-E-T telling her how well she's done with me and how happy he was that everything turned out OK in the end!

Oh, and by the way...I'm healthy. Totally healthy. And Evil Woman Who Adopted Me told him that I was the happiest cat she's ever seen.

HA! If this is happy...if THIS is happy...wait til I have a nap in my snuggly-bed with my favorite toy Ro Dent and maybe...just maybe have a few yummy freez-dried shrimp treats...that the Evil..I mean...Meowm bought me...

Oh, it's...yawwwwwn...been a
Seepy Purrs,


St. Paddy's Tag

March 2nd 2010 9:59 am
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OK...just got St. Paddy's tagged by Pigeon. Please consider yourself "tagged" if you're reading my diary. Directions are below.

Q.-Are you Irish?
A.-I'm BLUE. Russian. Blue.

Q.-Do you and /or your family celebrate St. Patrick's Day?
A.-I'm not quite sure what it is -- another first for me! that the holiday where everyone wears green and drinks a lot of beer? Yeah...Meowm will celebrate it.

Q.- How?
A. -By wearing green and drinking lots of beer. Meowm likes the color green. And Meowm likes lots of beer!

(MEOWMMY SEZ: Coooopurrrrrrr....that's not nice!)

Q.-Will you wear Green?
A.-Nope. I don't *wear* anything. (See diary entry on bein' nekkid!)

Q.- What will you wear?
A.- Nuttin'

Q.-Do you like Corned Beef and Cabbage?
A.-Unless it's made of

Q.-Do you believe in leprechauns?
A. Wut dat?

A.-I don't know what it is, so how can I believe in it?

Q.-What would you like to find at the end of the rainbow?
A.-Whiskas choice cuts, Ro, my laser light and Meowmmy.

For anybody who may be reading this who has not been tagged /yet... consider yourself Tagged by me! :)

**Here is what you have to do now. You need to copy & paste this entry into your diary. Delete my answers and Tag furiends names and add yours. Be sure to mention or thank the furiend who Tagged you ! You need to send a message off to the furiend/s you would like to Tag. You may copy and paste my original Paw Mail/ message I sent to you. You may also send your message in a Zealie. That's it! You may want to read your furiends Diary entries afterwards and thank them for playing. Have fun!

May the Luck of the Irish be yours, my furiend! Happy St. Paddys Day! :)

Feel free to leave your own Irish Blessing.


QOTW TIME!: Coop Sez/Meowm Sez

February 25th 2010 6:59 pm
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Oh, I've been waiting for this for a couple of days...we have a brand-new QUESTION OF THE WEEK.

So, I'm sittin here, chillaxin with the Meowm...pondering what frightens me.

Getting a bath
Being alone
Alpha cats
Other (leave a comment)

Meowm: So, Coopie...what scares you?

Coop: I've never had a bath.

Meowm: Being alone?

Coop: Nah. Kinda enjoy those exploratory hours while you go out into the snow and cold and forage for my food and treats...

Meowm: And you're an only "Alpha Cats" really don't apply here...but nothing? Nothing??? The vaccum cleaner?

Coop: Not so much.

Meowm: Oh, I've got one! Your CARRIER...

Coop: YES! I agree. Because every time we go through the presentation of the only leads to a vet visit...or...or...

Meowm: Or what?

Coop: Oh...MEW KNOW!

Meowm: What, sweetie? What scares you most?

Coop: NAIL TRIMMINS!!!!!!!!!!

Meowm: Coop, now you just need to start being a big boy about those.

Coop: No.

Meowm: Coop, you'll get stuck on everything if we stop trimming your nails. This has gone from the subline to the rediculous...

Coop: Rediculous? REDICULOUS? Are you KITTIN' ME?

Meowm: It's for your own health and welfare. And the welfare of every linen in this house...including the Roman shades you pulled down when you were stuck.

Coop: Do you really think I care about your curtains? Take 'em down! I like to look outside!

Meowm: I just don't understand...and we've tried everything...regular clippers...

Coop: No.

Meowm: ...super-duper clippers...

Coop: NO. NO.

Meowm: Pedipaws...come ON, Coop -- there's not even a sharp edge on those!

Coop: No. No. No. NO. NO. NO. NO.

Meowm: Well, that's why we have to go to the vet to have them done.

Coop: Look, Meowther Dearest...I like you. I actually kinda like you a lot. And you do lots of nice things for giving me treats...and getting down ont eh floor and playing with me...and doling out the nip..but just because MEW like to go and have YOUR nails trimmed and filed and painted and all that crap...DOES NOT MEAN that COOP enjoys it. It's scarey. It makes a noise when the nail is cut...and it impairs my generally happy CAT LIFE because I have NO MEANS by which to claw the couch or the matress or your stupid Roman Shades. It makes me miserable just thinking about it...and it makes me more miserable while it's being done...and so help this Cat...I shall fight you on it for the rest of my furry little life, and I PROMISE YOU that, Meowther Dearest.

Meowm: Um...are you finished?

Coop: Yeah. Can we go sit on the couch so I can suck my thumb now?

Meowm: C'mawn, little one...follow me...



Feline Dental Month: KTHXBYE!

February 23rd 2010 5:50 pm
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Thank you sooooo very much, both Catster and Dr. B. for the lovely post card to remind the Meowther that it is the month of the toofers. I don't want you to touch...


Meow-OH-DEO! Get your MEOWIN FINGER outta MAH MEOWTH! Sppppt. Ew. Nail polish!

She said she's ignoring the post card because A) I'm going to see the V-E-T person a week from Sturday...and B) The stupid V-E-T person hired a KITTY DENTIST and "he'll just have his way with that gunky mouth" when they see me on the 6th of March!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Evil. There is evil in this household tonight. March 6...March 6....that's the moewin' IDES OF MARCH. Right?????????

The Meowther is shaking her head and smiling at me. Well, WONDER I have some gunky gum spots. No,'s not from the Herps! It's from you sticking your stupid finger in my MEOWTH and ME gagging on your stupid nail polish!

CLUE. Here it is. I'm holding it in my paw. And I'm handing it to you, Meowmmy Dearest. Don't. Ever. Touch. My. Teeth. Again.

No purrs,
PS SHOTS? Noooooooooooooooo. Not those, TOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Evil is here. Feel it. It's all evil.
PPS Don't you EVER call my meowth GUNKY again...


My Big Boy Potty

February 20th 2010 5:07 pm
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So I guess I'm growing up now. Today, Meowmmy took money that her Uncle Sam gave to her, and she bought me a Big Boy Potty!

It's a Scoop Free automatic litter box with pretty crystals for me to play in...I mean...poop in. I feel so grown up...and I love watching that green light flash. This, my fur-riends, could be fun!

Meowm was really happy that as soon as she set it up and poured the litter in, I went pee-pee right away. She kept telling me what a good boy I am and how proud she was of me for using it so quickly.'s a litter box. I might still be a baby, but I know what to do with it!

Then we sat together and watched the box for twenty minutes. I wasn't sure what we were waiting for, but I plunked down next to Meowm on the floor anyway.

And know what it did? It raked my litter! Now, that's five-star service!

But I'm happy. And she's happy. And that was so nice of Uncle Sam to give her money to buy it for me...whoever Uncle Sam is. I just hope he doesn't come to visit!


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