Thank You

Thank you to everykitty and bean who still purrs and prays for Catzee. We have no idea what happened and no idea where she is. I was very worried and insecure for a long time but Mom and Dad reassured Me that no one else will disappear.

I have been doing my best to do all the Cat work around here. I've brought Mom a mouse, a chipmunk, and a squirrel that I've caught. I've lost all the weight I gained while living in the apartment.

Mom and Dad still look for Catzee wherever they go. I've been extra nice to Mom because I know she's sad. I am sad too, but I am a Cat. Cats accept life as it is and go on about their Cat business. And that's what I'm doing.

Mom and Dad's Vacation

Mom and Dad just got back from a business trip to Atlanta. While they were there, they took a day to go visit Stone Mountain Park, for fun. Our human sister, Piano Girl, just moved in with us while she finishes her master's degree in piano, so Catzee and I stayed home with her so she wouldn't get scared and lonely.

Stone Mountain features the world's largest high relief sculpture, the Confederate Memorial Carving.

It features three Southern heroes of the American Civil War: President Jefferson Davis, Gen. Robert E. Lee, and Gen. Stonewall Jackson.

It measures 90 by 190 feet and is 400 above the ground.

Mom and Dad took the Skyride to the top of the mountain.

This is supposed to be a spectacular view of Atlanta from the top of Stone Mountain, but you could have fooled Me.

There was a lot of other stuff to see and do there too. This is a photo of the 732 bell Carillon. It was in the 1964 World's Fair and was later donated to the park by the Coca-Cola Company.

This is a view up into the bell tower. Sadly, Mom and Dad weren't there at concert time.

Something else they liked was the grist mill. There were lots of other things to see and do, but they left early because of the long drive home. They missed their kitties too much to stay any longer.

The best part was what they got me as a payment for babysitting Piano Girl. It is a totally cool kitty fountain, just because they know I like drinking running water.

I missed them but I'm glad they're back. You can also see what Catzee got, by clicking right here.

Open The Door

Dad, are you in there?

It's a Christmas What?

Rascal: (backing up) Dad, what is that thing? A vishus deer?

Dad: It's a sheep. You know, one of the Christmas shepherd's sheep.

Rascal: Is it a vishus sheep?

Dad: No Rascal, there's no such thing as vishus sheep.

Rascal: Yes there is. I read Skeezix's Scratching Post. I know about these things.

Dad: Here Rascal. This is a sheep. It's just one of Mom's toy sheep and it's not vishus.

Rascal: It smells vishus to Me.

Dad: No it's not, I promise. Look, it won't hurt you.

Dad: Baaaaaa. Baaaaaaaaa.

Rascal: Ok. I've had enough. Don't bother Me with that thing anymore.

My Story - Part 4

As Junior, the timid feral Cat changed, Dad, the confirmed Cat hater changed too. As Junior discovered that he liked having a human family, Dad discovered that he liked Cats. I've showed you Dad’s poem to me, but his first Cat poem was to Junior:



















Where does Junior go at night?
I see him all the day.
But when the moon is high and bright,
His head where does it lay?

Is there some secret hiding place,
That no one knows but he?
A field or open prairie space,
Or perhaps a forest tree.

Where does Junior go at night?
I sure would like to know.
My curiosity is ripe,
But how could I follow?

His size, his frame is oh so small,
He’s not an ape you see.
A kitten, tiger striped, that’s all,
Without a pedigree.

Where does Junior go at night?
The future it might say.
For now I’ll settle at the sight,
Of Junior in the day.

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If things had continued the way they were, this would be probably Junior’s blog instead of mine. But something happened that changed everything. I’ll tell you about it next time…………………

Ode to Rascal

Magoo, Smudge, Bella & Dolce started it.

Then Derby issued the challenge.

So Abby wrote one for Sammy.

Grr, Midnight & Cocoa abandoned writing limericks to do it.

I even did one for the 4th of July. But that was before it became popular with Cat bloggers.

So I'm still thinking about it.

In the meantime, here's one my humans wrote for me. Dad is the artist in the family, so he did the artwork. Here it is:

Poochy means my tummy. This is a word I do not like and I will bite anyone who touches my tummy and says “poochy” at the same time!!

The End.