Special Day Cats

Ok, here it is. Today is the latest day that humans have decided to make special. They named it Easter, and argue about why it is called that. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the kind of day it is. The story is that one of their gods was killed on a Friday - see last Friday's story - and when they went to fix him up to be buried on the next Sunday, he was gone. Some people made a big deal out of this and said he came back to life. They figured that he went to heaven and promised that they could go to heaven as well. I guess they celebrate because they decided it means that he would save their lives after they die. It seems like a nice idea, but to make a whole day out of it - well - that's how humans are. Some of the customs for this special day are to get all dressed up and go to church, even if you haven't gone since Christmas. They give kids baskets full of candy and eggs, and there is a lot to do with rabbits. Kasey and I don't get it. I don't think it is a secret that He and She don't get it either. She thinks it is a welcome to spring and a new beginning of the year, and He thinks it is a way to sell baskets and eggs and candy. She says some people have big dinners on this kind of day. It makes Her laugh to think a lot of people eat lamb meat, because lambs are particularly cute and fluffy, but maybe they think the lambs will go to heaven. For our dinner tonight, She is going to fix pizza, which is fine with me. In case there is no pizza in heaven, She is going to eat a lot of it right here here we live. Dying is very peculiar. We don't like to think about it, but She says it is heaven right here  and as long as there are good memories, no one ever really dies. I guess that is why She still thinks about Their old cat, Charlotte all the time. I don't think there is another special day for a while.Well, I hope you had a nice special day today. Bye now.

Brunch Cats

A while ago, She used to go for brunch almost every week, with Mable'sMom, but those two ladies don't have time for each other anymore, so She hasn't had brunch for a long time. Brunch is when you mix breakfast and lunch together, so now She either goes for lunch or dinner. Well it was happy news to find out that Cleo'sGirls were both here today, and they decided He and She and Cleo'sPeople would all have brunch together. They were excited to go to a favorite place, and get hugs and see how pretty the girls looked. There was only one thing wrong. There were lots of people, so you had to talk loudly. She asked Him not to talk so loudly, because His voice is very loud and clear, and She didn't want everyone to hear us. I think you know He has to take medicine. Well, his new medicine hasn't started to work yet, so He was  solving all the world problems, only not everyone would agree with him. She hates to have to shush Him, because it doesn't seem very friendly, but She didn't want someone with a different opinion to come and punch his nose. Luckily the food came, and everyone was busy eating a lot of good things. It was lovely to see the whole family, and it is lucky they understand how He is. She is glad He has some new medicine.
The things She ate for Her brunch were so good that She gobbled them down and didn't bring home leftovers. That is OK, because I will be happy with whatever She fixes for dinner, even if it is a mixture of things. I am so glad They are home. I love for Them to see Cleo'sPeople and I love for Them to come home for pets and snuggles. Have a nice evening, everybody.

Good Cats

Readers, if you have a chance to listen to the humans without saying anything, you will hear some very peculiar stuff.  For example today is another human special day, and it must be kind of minor, because we still get mail. This day is named Good Friday. When you ask them why, they say the story is that one of their favorite gods was killed on this day a couple thousand years ago. I cannot quite figure out how that makes it good, but that's what they call it. I decided Kasey and I can call ourselves good cats, as long as you don't need to have reasons. Wait a minute, Cofs, She says to me. The people who believe in this call it good because it was the beginning of a process. The name came after they finished the process. OK. I am still puzzled, but She says I will have an answer in a few days. He and She don't believe what lots of other people believe about this killing thing, since They believe in nature and order and stuff like that. I honestly don't know how humans hold all this stuff in their heads.  One of the beliefs is that you should eat a lot of fish, so She is fixing fish for our dinner tonight. Now that is a belief that works for me.
I will be especially glad to have some of that fish tonight, because of the thing that happened this morning. When He fills our regular dishes with kibbles, He takes the dish away, fills it, then brings it back. Well, today He forgot to bring it back. I had to bother Her three or four times until she went to check. No wonder, She said, and brought the food to the eating place. He and She are good people. No one has to kill them to prove it. Oddy-ose.

Catnip Cats

For many years now, I have not been under the influence of catnip. I would sniffle it, but it didn't make me act silly. Kasey, on the other hand, liked to sniffle it and roll around ,  but Kasey does not like attention, so she kind of acted low-key about it. Then along came Kate. Kate would act just like the kittens in the cartoons. She would roll and wiggle and like her catnip. Remember, Kate had claws, and we don't, so He got her a scratching post. Kate was used to scratching on trees, so she didn't care much about the scratching post. It seemed a good idea to rub a bunch of catnip into the scratching post, which Kate enjoyed, but she didn't scratch. There were catnip toys that occupied our Kate. Kasey and I were not all that interested. Now Kate has gone to live somewhere else, and her toys are still here. All of a sudden I like the toys. I like the scratch-lounge, which is a box with scratching paper in it, where She also put catnip. I love that thing. Kasey loves the scratching post. It makes Her baffled. Kasey scratches her non-claws on it, and rolls all over the base of it. She likes the scratch-lounge as well. I like playing with the catnip toys. It as if I were just a kitten again. The funniest thing is to see Kasey, who has always acted as if nothing were of interest to her, rolling around and scratching and being silly. This is quite a change for Her, who is  used to seeing neither Kasey nor me acting silly over catnip. It just goes to show you, She says. We had nearly a year when Kate kept us stuck in the bedroom, and now she has left us this legacy of joyful playing.  It is not easy to figure out how that works, or why, but She appreciates that it happened. Very mysterious - but nice. As a matter of fact, I think I'll go play in the scratch-lounge now. Buh-bye.

Pretty Cats

I can tell you the names of three pretty cats. One is Kasey. She is not very friendly, but she is surely pretty to look at. She has some stripes and some spots and the neat thing is that some of her spots are kind of orange. If you think a bunch of marks on one cat is pretty,l then you will have to agree with me. Kasey has a little problem with being very independent, except with Him. I don't think that is pretty. Still, she is my sister, and when I look at her I see a pretty cat.  Another pretty cat is Kate. Kate is blue and silver, so that she looks kind of gray, but her fur is pretty, and so is her face, with very green eyes.  Because Kate is so pretty, She thinks Kate has found another home. The third cat is (ahem) me, myself. I am the color of coffee with cream in it, so She thought that was a perfect name for me. Coffee.  I am the biggest of the three, and I have some wobbley hips, but when I get up on Her and purr, She says I am the most beautiful cat in the whole chair.  I give Her extra snuggles for that.  It is harder for me to tell if humans are pretty. Being pretty seems to mean much more to people than it does for cats. You should see what they do. They put on paint on their faces and their lips They fuss with their hair. If you are a guy person, you sometimes shave the hair off your face, or maybe just some of it. I'll let you in on something. If I were blind and couldn't see Her, I would still think She is pretty, because of the way She pets me and brushes me and lets me snuggle. I would think He is pretty, because He always takes care of us and pets us and treats us nicely. It makes me wonder. I know what makes cats pretty, but as for people, I think it has nothing to do with the way they look. It is how they treat their cats and each other. To me She is not fat, She is just right. He thinks She is just right, too.  If you wonder if you are pretty, think about who loves you and not how you look. I'm just saying.
She isn't fixing dinner tonight. It is Cleo'sMom's birthday, so She and some other special friends are going to celebrate. I won't tell you what is in the package. It would spoil the surprise. Cheers.

Wise Cats

Cats are always wise, but humans are sometimes silly. Right now they are having a fuss about whether men can marry men and ladies can marry ladies. This is just looking for something to argue about, in my opinion. Cats don't get married. We do have other cats as friends, but it doesn't matter if they are boy cats or girl cats. Sometimes we meet a cat who is ready to have kittens and we have a kitten-making experience, but after that, we just go on with our daily lives. Humans are not always interested in more kittens, so they take us to the vet and have us fixed. We don't get a choice, but I must say that a lot of unnecessary drama - and unnecessary kittens - go away. Humans have this thing called getting married. It is mostly about rules, you see. When They got married, He and She promised to help each other and take care of each other. Because of rules, They can share  money and safety and stuff, and They agreed not to make kittens with anyone else. I don't know how that works for anybody else, but it works for Them. They made these promises to follow rules because they love each other, and They agree that love is the best thing there is. Kasey and I scratch our heads, because we cannot see what difference it makes if the men love the men and follow the rules or if the ladies love the ladies and follow the rules. Everyone should have the same rules and get the same chances. If humans want to have little humans, and they can't make them, they can get them the way He and She got Kasey and me. I am telling you, I don't see a reason for making that so hard to do. All I can guess is that it saves you from thinking about real problems if you spend a lot of time arguing about silly things..
More important than the marrying argument is what will we have for dinner. She has some meat that you have to cook a long time, so She will get started early. He is going to like it, because He always likes what She fixes. Relax and have a nice evening, dear readers.

Warm Cats

The weather here has been just perfect, with sunny days and warm air. the worst anyone can say about our weather here is that we need rain. But She has friends all over the place, and where many of them live it is cold and snowy. That is unusual for this time of year, and we were a little sorry to brag about our nice weather. The guy on the news told us that it will be cold here at night for a few nights, and not too warm in the daytime. Not cold enough to snow, or warm enough to swim, so we are still better off than those other people. You know how the humans have their days? Well, the next special day is one called Easter, which must be something about the east, I guess. All I know is that there are about a gazillion ads for candy and eggs. We don't do anything special for that day here at our house, so I don't know if it affects us, but She wishes She had a little bit of that candy. Not a whole basketful, like they show on TV. Maybe just a little. Kasey and I are waiting for a holiday when you get fish. So far we haven't had one like that.  I don't hold out high hopes for one, either.
I am not sure about dinner tonight. She hasn't gotten anything out of the freezer yet, so we shall have to wait and see. I don't think it is more eggs, or any pizza.  She likes to leave a little time before She fixes the same things. Kasey and I have kibbles every single day, and we don't mind at all.
Toodles for now.