Knackered Cats

Yes, She had a lovely time at the art show, but I thought She was never coming home. When She got here, She told us what a good time She had, and was all happy and stuff. Trouble is, She had kind of overdone Herself, and was perfectly ready to turn in after Her comedy guy show. Kasey and I checked on Her several times, but finally He had to wake Her up before She slept all day. I have been sticking with Her, even though I am tired myself. Kasey just stays asleep, because that is how Kasey is. He was tickled that She went out of the house, because She almost never does, except for lunch with beloveds and Crones. Maybe She is getting better? She just says She is happy the way She is, and will not change much. After all, She has a darling cat (ahem) that needs Her here. Just to prove how much She loves me, She is fixing fish for our dinner. The news about His computer is that he found out how to get His mouse to work, so She and I have a way to get our thoughts and ideas out there. This way, I can report to you that it is actually raining, and the weather guy says it will even be cooler this weekend with all the rain. That is good news, because it will be the start of Fall, which is when it begins to cool off and there are a bunch of special days that humans like so much. Our cousins in another place have so much rain that it has made a flood, and here people and cats are celebrating because it has finally rained. I guess when there are big spaces that is what happens, but still, She doesn't like it. She says there is trouble in the big picture, whatever that is. I hear a familiar sound, and it might be Him filling my food dish. Excuse me while I go and check. Oddy-ose.

New Day Cats

Things are much nicer around here today. We are all friendly and pleasant, which is - I am sure - the result of generous cat-snuggles. Kasey even came out and snuggled on His lap. I believe He and She took all these snuggles to mean things are not so bad and we can enjoy a lot of things. You know I would prefer it if She would stay at home, but there is nothing like some time spent with friends to put a smile on Her face. She can't grumble when She is smiling. I believe things are looking good. At least, He has brought home a bag of kibbles as a back up for when these run out. He was talking about Her selling Her car, but She was not ready to do that just now, and figured out a way for Him to manage without doing that. She told me that we should work out a cute cat-movie that He could sell, but I am pretty sure She was joking, since Kasey would never go for that, and She knows it. She won't be home for our dinner tonight, but He is proud that She has agreed to go to an art show with Smudge'sMom. She must really trust S'sM, because She almost never goes out, except with people She trusts. She made sure that He has something good to eat, so there may be a plate to lick after all. He isn't as good with that as She is, so I'll have to let you know later. I will go and rest up, now, so I will be wide awake when She comes home. She will tell us about the Art Show. Sy-o-nara.

Pity Cats

Kasey and I are just relaxing, but it isn't easy, with all the grumbling and whining going on around here. He and She are both grumbling about money. If you remember, He has spent a lot of money on His projects and every once in awhile, She gives Him grief about it. What She wonders is why He can't sell some of this stuff and get them out of the poor house. I think She means here where we live, because it is the only house She and He have. If you ask me, the reason She is being unpleasant is not because of Him and His money at all. I believe it is the TV. She looks at news and it is about shooting and politics. Both of those are depressing to Her, and when a bunch of problems come at once, She gets salty about it. This is a lady who always looks on the bright side, but today, time goes on and She has trouble finding the bright side. One of Her facebook friends was rescuing a sick little kitten, and that kitten died. She had to fight back tears. Other people put up pictures of animals that are abused. She can't stand that. There is one thing I know will make Her feel better, and as soon as I get done with my story, I will go and give Her some lovely snuggles. That always works. She has to cheer up before tomorrow, because She has lunch with Rocky'sMom and then She is going someplace with Smudge'sMom later. She has to feel chipper for those things, because they warm Her heart. At least we know that there is meat defrosting for our dinner tonight, and that's kind of a good sign, too. Just don't let Auntie Heather know She is fixing meat. Auntie Heather and Uncle John don't eat meat, and it worries them when other people do, because it hurts animals. That bums Her out, too. Well, you will excuse me now, because you know I have snuggle-work to do. Toodle Pip.

Identity Cats

As you may not know, cats can be many types and many colors. Certain colors and patterns give cats their identification. It is kind of the same with people, although their classifications are a bit simpler, and there are not so many of them. He and She can be identified as white people, but that is just a name, because they are more pinkish-tan than white. Remember, I am called an orange tabby, and you know my color is more of a tan, like coffee-the-drink when it has cream in it. We all know my sister, Kasey, is a tortoiseshell kind of cat. We look very different. Today I am interested in the two cats that He has been feeding in the front of the house. One is black and white. She says he is called a tuxedo cat, because he looks like a person dressed in fancy clothes. I don't see it, myself, but if They can call themselves white, I guess they can be wrong about the black and white cat. The other cat was more puzzling. None of us had ever seen a coat like his before. He is grey, with darker grey spots on his sides, and stripes on his legs and tail. She went to Her computer and looked up kinds of cats. She wrote in a description, and up came a bunch of pictures of Breakfast Cat. It turns out that he is called a Bengal Cat. Now, I have heard of Bengal tigers, but I had never heard of a Bengal Cat. This Bengal guy is not as big as I am. He is more of Kasey's size. This cat is not dangerous in any way. He just loves Him, and eats so much so quickly that He thinks it is the only food he gets. I have a sad feeling that He may want to bring the Bengal inside. I don't like that idea at all. Bengal has claws, and probably fleas. I do not mind that he is eating up so many of our kibbles, as long as he stays outside. I will not share Her lap, like I did with Kate, and he couldn't have any of my cozy sleeping places. My opinion is that Bengal should stay outside. Kasey really doesn't care. With that I will wish you a pleasant night. Cheers.

Sneaking Cats

Since She is busy and He is having a little nap, I am taking advantage and popping in to greet my readers. Actually, things here are calm and quiet, since He is working on His projects. His latest project is selling his gazillion model plane kits on the computer. She does not hold out a lot of hope, but She doesn't see any point in bothering Him about it. He is a little salty when She makes suggestions. I guess it is because He knows She is right and feels embarrassed. He has no money and yet there are all those boxes of airplanes. I have to tell you I'm on Her side about this. It takes money to buy kibbles, and now there are FOUR cats eating them. Besides Kasey and me, there are two cats outside that get kibbles every single day. They don't even help around here like Kasey and I do. At this rate, He will be using up all our kibbles. He may as well get a dog. He is so tickled with these visiting cats. I have learned that there will be fish for dinner, which is somewhat soothing to me, and She has been fixing those nice orange potatoes. We love those. I hear His clock starting to beep, which means He is waking up. I will sneak back to the windowsill and watch for strange cats and make mean faces at them. Until next time, 'bye.

Attention: Notice Cats

Dear Readers, It looks as if I will be absent for another day or so, because His computer is broken, Their computer fixing guy can't get to it for awhile, and so I don't have a chance to write my stories. I will try to be brave if you will, and I will come back to tell you about our visiting cat and Her new catalogs. Stay well and get some rest. Bye for now. Your friend, Coffee.

Have Cats

One thing we keep hearing about is Class War. That means some people have a lot of money and really don't care about poor people and cats. She says it is between the Haves and the Have Nots. When I check into it, I have decided that Kasey and I are Haves. Here is how I sorted it out. We have a nice, cozy house with plenty of soft places and people to rest on. It is cool in the summer and warm in the winter. We don't have a swimming pool, but He and She don't care about swimming, and Kasey and wouldn't go into a swimming pool without a giant struggle. When we have to go to the vet, we have a pleasant car to ride in, and each of us has a nice roomy cat-carrier. Yes, we make an awful fuss when He and She take us to the vet, but there are a bunch of cats that don't get to go, and they have kittens and fleas, and there is nothing to help them. Kasey and I have bowls that He fills with kibbles every time he sees the bottom of the dish. We have containers with water, and He and She check them several times a day to be sure the water is clean and fresh. We tend to get kibbles in our water if the dishes are too close. We don't like that. But here is the best thing that we have. He and She love us and pet us and skritch us and snuggle, so we know we are safe and loved. There maybe cats who get fancier food, but no cat gets any fancier love and brushings. She says She is a Have person, because She has us, and other beloveds. She feels pretty good for an old person, and She has enough of what She needs. She always says She has enough, and enough is as good as a feast. There are lots of people and cats who don't have enough. At our house, we are Haves. Toodle Pip.