Owie Cats

There is a side to Her which appears to be kind of new. It seems as if every day or so, She gets a headache over Her eye. It is very puzzling to all of us, because She never goes out, so if it is something in the air, it is something in the house. I can promise you, it has nothing to do with cat hair, because the only cats in the house are Kasey and me, and our hair is magnificent. Anyway, to get rid of the headache, She takes two little red pills, and if it doesn't go away soon, She takes a little, tiny bright pink pill. The red pills are for Her to stop hurting. You may remember, the pink one - that's the one that makes Her sleepy. She doesn't like to take that one before She goes away, in case She gets very sleepy while She is having a good time. Today, She was so excited to go and see Cleo'sOldestGirl, who was visiting. She was fine for the visit. He and She had a big bunch of good things to eat. She enjoyed seeing both of Cleo'sGirls, who had fixed a wonderful dinner. She loved talking to Cleo'sMom and-Dad, but all of a sudden, She felt as if She were going to fall asleep. That was not good, because She was driving in Her car. It would be very dangerous if She fell asleep while She was driving. Luckily, He and She got home and She was still awake. All full of good food, She couldn't stay awake much more, and settled down in Her big chair to rest Her eyes. I am not sure, but I think I heard Her snore. Kasey and I had plenty of kibbles, so Kasey went to rest with Him, and I climbed up to rest on Her.. What a nice visit it had turned out to be. Chow, bellas.

Good Looking Cats

As you can see from our pictures here on my stories, Kasey and I are splendid-looking cats. I, of course am the handsomer, because I am three times as big as Kasey. She weighs around 6 pounds, while I tip the scales at close to 18. I am a prettier color than she is, and I have a seriously better disposition. There is no argument that sweet cats are easier to look at than grumpy cats. No, Kasey does not look like that famous grumpy cat, but the only time Kasey looks sweet and innocent is when she wants a treat. As cats go, however, Kasey and I are fine examples. He and She look quite good to us, although neither of them looks like models or movie stars. I believe He is slimmer than She is, but She says Grandmas are supposed to look like dumplings. I have seen dumplings, and She does resemble one. The big difference with Him and Her is that She doesn't yell as much. She gets loud when She is cheering for something, or when She is joking. He gets loud every time something doesn't work. She and I suspect He has a little trouble with His hearing, because He turns the TV up very loud, and says the people are whispering. She doesn't bother him about it, but She turns the TV down when He isn't there. People have different ideas about what is good looking, which turns out to be a good thing, or else everyone would look the same. No two people look exactly alike, and neither do any two cats. She sees a cat and says that looks exactly like my darling Coffee, but I have to laugh when She says that. Whatever cat She says that about doesn't look any more like me than Kasey does. I bet everyone thinks his or her cat is good looking. Pink fish for our dinner. That looks good to me. Toodle pip.

Friendship Cats

Of course Kasey and I are friends with Him and Her, and I know how good it feels to have our friends around us. He and She feel the same way about us. They have other friends, as well, and I have noticed that these friends can cure whatever is wrong with them. She was happy seeing Her friend, Hana'sGran this week, So happy She was singing. Just to keep the happiness going, She met with Her beloved Crones yesterday. They aren't actually Crones anymore, because sometimes there is Cleo'sGirl, who is a Cronelet, and sometime another Cronelet, Smudge'sMom'sGirl, comes along, too. But last night there were two guys who can't be Crones, because they are men. Smudge'sDad and Cleo'sDad caame to the meeting, and She was right chuffed. They all chatted and had good things to eat, and there was a lot of laughing. She thought that would be the end of real-life friends for this week, but no. This morning She got a phone call from a friend who lives very far away - even farther than Her OperaGirl. This friend loves horses, and She sent a nice blanket with pictures of horses on it, and they had a lovely phone visit. This girl has a dog-cousin of ours. His name is Buddy, so she is Buddy'sMom. She really loves that She has such good friends who can brighten even the worst day. She also has so many friends that She feels like She knows very well, but they are Her computer friends, and She loves them almost as much as She loves us. While we are all being happy around here, She has a nice bowl of shrimp that She will mix with vegetables for our dinner. Then She puts some nice sauce on them, and I could eat a whole bowl of that sauce. So I am happy enough to sing - if I knew how. Bye for now.

Buying Cats

Every so often I look over Her shoulder while She looks at Her catalogs. It is unusual for me to see something I would like to have, unless She is looking at the catalog for cat products, and everything She has gotten for me there has been just fine. Of course, Kasey and I get tired of some of the things after awhile, and He and She are stuck with them. She got each of us a water bottle that lets you drink out of the little dish, and then new water comes down. He has to fill the bottle when it gets empty, and it worked just fine for awhile, but then we both got tired of it and asked for our old water dishes to come back. We have ignored every toy They have ever gotten for us. Sometimes we played with it once, but usually we just sniff it. If it has a stick with a string on it, Kasey and I bite through the string, and there is just a stick and some feathers or a toy on the floor. We like biting through strings, although She is not amused when I try to bite the string that holds Her eyeglasses around Her neck. The thing that we like is treats, and He doesn't need a catalog for that.l He gets our treats from the pet store, and we like them just fine. I like to play with Her, and I do that every day. I get on Her when She is in Her chair or at Her desk, and I bump Her head with my head. That is hilarious fun. Sometimes I hide under Her neck, and She wonders what that big fur thing is on Her chest. I untuck my head and She sees that it is me. Right now, though, we are buying things that are bargains for Christmas presents. That means She has to organize Her gift-closet. She would not be able to do that without Kasey and me. When She opens the door, we go in and climb around and find things She has forgotten, so we don't have to buy more for that person or cat. What would She do without us? I tremble to think about it. Well, back to the catalogs. Cheerio, mates.

Celebrating Cats

One thing that humans do is to celebrate. That means that when someone is glad about something, they put a name on it and call it a celebration. One thing She likes is celebrating birthdays. She loves Her birthday, and when one of Her beloveds has a birthday, She wants to have lunch, plus some dessert and to give him or her a gift, or at least a card. Today She celebrated the birthday of Hana'sGran, and was completely chuffed to do it. It isn't so much about what they eat, but it is about time they spend together. She thinks that having lunch or dinner with a friend is a reason to celebrate. Then, if you add a birthday to that - well - She is in high spirits for several days. It wasn't so easy to celebrate His birthday, because it is on a day called Christmas Eve, and a lot of people are too busy to celebrate with Him. She thinks the most important thing about Christmas Eve is Him, but not everyone feels that way. One year, a long time ago, He and She started celebrating Christmas Eve AND His birthday with Cleo'sPeople. Everyone got together, had a big dinner, and opened presents for Christmas. When it was time for dessert, Cleo'sPeople had a birthday cake and presents for Him. He and She love that. Our Auntie Heather has a birthday in about one week. Aunt Heather and Uncle John live so far away that they can't have dinner with Him and Her, so She sent a card so that they could celebrate where they live. The next birthday to celebrate is Her Brother, He and She always sent A special Texas ice cream for his celebration. Don't worry - it isn't a surprise. Her brother knows what he is getting. Kasey and I came here to live in the same time as Her brother's birthday, so They celebrate it here with us. We get good, healthful treats. Whenever your birthday is, I hope you celebrate it. If you don't like to celebrate, we will be glad to do it for you. Chow.

Cookie Cats

I don't think She has too many bad habits you don't already know about. One involves cookies. She loves cookies, but there is a certain kind She has with Her coffee-the-drink every afternoon. They are kind of like a sandwich of yellow cookies with chocolate in the middle. I am not allowed to share them with Her because of the chocolate. Just about every day, She eats six of these cookies, so She likes to have a back-up on hand, in case She runs out before He can get Her more. One day, when She was looking for bargains, She saw a company that would sent Her six packages for a really good price. She was chuffed, and ordered them, and waited for Her bargain cookies to arrive. When they finally came, She was excited, but that didn't last, because She saw that there was white frosting instead of chocolate in every package. Of course, She decided to remain calm, and contacted the guys that sold them. She had proof that She had ordered the right kind, so they said it was their mistake. She had to send them back, which was a lot of trouble, but they agreed to give Her the money back. Now they have been shipped off and She has to wait some more. She has to find the bargain again, order those cookies again and hope they send the right ones. In the meantime, He has brought Her a package to have when this package is gone. If anyone asked me, I would say She should forget those cookies and find a bargain for cat treats. Cookies are not so good for you. I will keep you posted, and check for any other bad habits. Meanwhile, She is making another recipe for our dinner. The picture looked good, and She has all the stuff She needs to make it. I hope He likes it, because it is not often that She makes a dinner that has more than two steps. Later, gator.

More Flea Business Cats

Here's what happened yesterday. The battle with the fleas needs to be over. It costs a lot of money to get a guy to come in and kill them all. Besides that, we would have to get back into our boxes and leave the house. We needed a better answer. He has sprayed a bunch of times, but now He had this other idea. If the flea-guys needed us to leave, what if He set off a gadget that killed the fleas, but we could stay home? Well, Kasey was having a nice nap in the bedroom, so He just shut the door. He put my food and water in with Her, and put me in with Her and the computer and shut that door. I don't particularly like being moved against my will, but after I settled down, things were OK for quite a while. She kept saying, It's OK, Coffs, and I was fine until I wanted to go out of that room. I cried and scratched the door with my non-claws, and still She wouldn't open that door. At last He came and let me out. By now I was frantic. I can't help it, guys. I am just not good with stuff like that. So I ran into my closet, and didn't come out until all the lights in the house were off, and He and She were asleep. Kasey and I checked everything out and we both went back to bed. You know, if anyone asked me, I would say those fleas have been more trouble than hot weather, or a new cat, or having Her go on a boat ride. I was ready to tell Him to never mind, I would just keep itching. Things are much better today. There will be fish for dinner and lots of pets and snuggles. She is very excited to know that Mazie will be home from her camping, and she will see what is in the box He and She sent to her. I bet she likes that birthday box. Well, let's check on what snuggles are waiting for me. So long for now.