Shimmying and Shaking

The motorhome has been shimmying and shaking, rocking and rolling again. We had such heavy winds for two days and one night, I was plum skeered to death! I cried and kept my people awake all night long as the RV bounced around. I kept poking my paw under the covers and slapping my she-person's face to wake her up, but she didn't do much to calm me down. Wind is not my favorite weather.

Today is beautiful outside and the next few days should be very warm. The windows are open and I'm waiting for the door to open, too, so I can keep a watch out for the two cuties next door. There are two Shi Tzu's (hope the spelling is right) right next door and I love to watch them play. I'm not sure, but I might like to play with them. The little one is just a tiny little black and white puff-ball. Just my size.

I got new treats yesterday, although they're still the Greenies brand. When my she-p. opened that package of tuna tidbits I just about had a conniption fit. They smelled so good I couldn't wait to get at them. I almost swallowed them whole, and I could have eaten the entire package if my she-p. hadn't limited me to five. She reminded me that I'm on a diet, so only a very few treats come my way until I lose more weight. Hey, if I could get out and play with those cuties next door I'll bet I could run some weight off.

Purr-r-r-r.

Inky creates mayhem during the night

I'm a pooped furbaby today because I spent all night playing. I guess my people were sleeping soundly since I didn't get yelled at even once. My she-person did get up and fill my food bowl, but that was because she forgot to feed me before she went to bed. It rained all night long, so I guess that covered up the noise I was making as I created havoc throughout the motorhome. Too bad my people were too busy sleeping to play with me, but they saw what fun they had missed when they woke up this morning.

Several areas were laid to waste, including a dumped box of sweetener packets scattered all over the place. I also played with the birdie hanging from the ceiling, which IS MINE to play with, and finally went to sleep with it cradled between my furry front legs. I also managed to free the plastic light cover from an entry light near the floor by punching or scratching at it until it popped loose. My he-person spent several minutes replacing it and picking up after me this morning.

I'm grinning like a satisfied ape as I recall the damage I managed to create all by myself. To all you people who don't have a furbaby like me, think of all the fun you're missing!

Wow what wonderful weather here!

Golly, the weather is beautiful today! I'm so glad we're still here in Arizona, even though most of my people's friends are heading northward. Some of them will be wading in knee-deep snow before their part of the country warms up. Hey, I remember what it was like last year in the Northwest. I much prefer having the windows and door open so I can have my fur ruffled by the breeze. It also gives the neighbors plenty of opportunities to admire my handsome looks!

One day this week, the wind blew until it scared me silly. Hopefully that won't happen again anytime soon. My she-person told me we could be in North Dakota where it was flooding, then the wind was blowing, then it was snowing. Okay, Okay! I guess I've got it pretty good here, but North Dakota is where my favorite blonde (Lab), Dixie, lives and I would love to romp with her. She and her people are so good because they're the ones who fed me and talked my people into taking me in. My people called last week to make sure they weren't flooded out. They were okay, but they had been out filling sandbags and volunteering other ways to help the rest of the folks in Fargo.

I've spent all week missing my human auntie and uncle from California. It's so much nicer to have an audience for all my antics. When I get a roomful of admirers, believe me I make the most of it. I get between them and the door so they'll have to notice me, even if they're trying to leave. I can stretch my body out almost all the way across the room. Okay, that's a little bit of a fib, but I can definitely position myself so that no one can get around me unless I say so.

Life is good, purr-r-r-r . . .

Cuteness is My Middle Name

This past weekend was fun, fun, fun! My auntie and uncle with the humongous house in California came to visit. They’re not really my relatives because they are human, but they’re really, really good friends of my people—so therefore, they’re my auntie and uncle. I love them like they were kitties. Of course, while they were here all the people ate many meals out and didn’t invite me. Like they didn’t know that I could smell it on their breath? What do they take me for—a dunce?

I got plenty of opportunities to enchant our company. My favorite thing is, as you all know from reading my blog, lying on my back in the middle of the floor and checking constantly to make sure everyone is watching me. I twist and turn and look at each person again and again because I want their eyes on me and no one else!

My uncle-person sat in the she-person’s glider and put his feet on MY glider footstool, so I decided to challenge him for it. I waltzed over and stared him down, and then meowed, but he ignored me. Then my she-person asked what was wrong, so I gave her a pitiful look, then looked back at him and meowed again. Harrumph! He still ignored me while everyone else almost passed out laughing.

Finally he moved his feet to one side and I promptly jumped up and shared the footstool with his stinky feet. Oh well, I’m just a cat. But I’m not as generous about sharing my things as they are about sharing their big home full of black cats with me. My she-person says I’m rude and inconsiderate, but by golly, I went without a home for awhile, so don’t blame me if I’m a little possessive about my things.

Company's Comin' - Yippee!

I just got the word that company's comin' next week. I can't wait to display my charms on my California friends in my own environment. They haven't seen me yet in my super-relaxed at home mode. When I'm at their house, I'm usually too awed of the big house or more interested in mowing down their houseplants than in showing off for them.

Now, surrounded by my own toys and gadgets, I can really show them what I'm made of. At home I can be cute as can be lying on my back in front of them, twisting and turning so I can make eye contact with them to make sure they're watching my every move. That's my favorite trick, but I also have certain toys that my people don't take to California when we go, such as my birdie hanging from the ceiling. Boy do I put on a show playing with that thing!

I managed to get out the door a couple of days ago while my she-person was coming through it with her arms full. I ran to the far side of the patio and sat down to chew on the bushes, but here she came thinking she could swoop me up or urge me indoors, so I took off next door. I quickly hid so she couldn't find me, and I certainly didn't answer her calls! What does she take me for, an idiot-cat? Then when she went inside to put on shoes so she could conduct a proper search, I disappeared entirely.

Once she went out again and over to the other side of the motorhome, I promptly headed home. Luckily she left the door open so I could get in and, therefore, make it plain that going inside was MY IDEA instead of hers. The neighbors yelled at her and told her I was sitting calmly inside the door acting like I hadn't been anywhere at all and was just wondering why the heck she was outside calling for me. I'm real clever that way.

Oh, I'm so intelligent! I've also gotten curious lately about watching to see how my humans unlock the door and unlatch the screen door. One of these days I'm going to surprise them and let myself out. I've already figured out how to get into the cabinet where they keep my food bag. One day I got inside the cupboard and chewed through an unopened dry food bag that was bought before they put me on that danged diet. I was happily munching away when my people discovered me. They promptly taped the bag shut and took it, along with several cans of my previous food to the humane society for their hungry kitties. Now what I want to know is why those kitties deserve the fattening stuff when I don't???

Oops, I just fell off the back of the couch while I was charging at the finches on the feeder. I just got so excited watching them that I tumbled backwards, then jumped up quickly hoping my humans hadn't noticed how clumsy I was. After all, I want everyone to think I'm always perfectly in charge - or is that purr-fectly?

Still on a diet, but life is good!

Now that I've been on a diet for awhile, I can tell you that I haven't lost that much weight yet. Or else someone's scale is wrong! I visited the vet again because of a little eye infection, and their scale weighed me at a little more than the home scale (wait until my she-person hears this, ha-ha-ha. She's ignorantly thinking that she's losing weight because she hasn't weighed on the vet's scale!)

Now that my people know that I haven't lost as much weight as they thought, they've started feeding me less food. So far I've accepted it okay. They're threatening to measure me around the middle to judge whether I'm losing some pudginess. Bring it on! Is this a good time to mention that I might scratch someone's eyes out if they try it?

The folks have been buying me wheat grass to graze on because they don't want me outdoors, and boy do I love it. I especially love it when my he-person goes to the pet store to buy it because he usually brings me a new toy. Now there's a birdie suspended from the ceiling that hangs about 18 inches off the floor. I love to lie on my back and reach up and try to swat it. It's just high enough that I have to stretch to reach it. A couple of days ago my he-person purchased a bell for it so I can hear it tinkle when I swat it. Heavenly!

Of course, there's still the bird feeder just outside the window for the finches, but sometimes it runs low on food and the birds don't come around. They like their feeder full just like I prefer mine full! I also like their feeder full because while they're busy eating, I can lunge at them and scare the heck out of them. Today I'm feeling lazy. Maybe I'll perk up this evening when the folks get ready for bed. I do love to make a little noise with my romping and playing after they go to bed - tee-he-he.

If I Gotta Diet, Give Me Some of That Good Stuff!

Caption: My he-person snuggles a big armload of squirming fur (me) in front of our friend's fireplace.





You must wonder why I haven't been posting lately. Now I can tell you. I was in a foul mood after we got back from the vet, then to top it off, my folks put me on a diet. At first I wasn't sure why I was getting different food, but I sure did like some of it. Some of it I refused to eat. Seems they bought a variety of the new high protein stuff to see which I preferred.

Let me tell you, I love the seafood stuff, but don't ever try to feed me something called "pot pie" again! That stuff was nasty. Now I've even gotten used to the dry food they bought for me and not only have I lost a few ounces, but I'm as frisky as a kitten again.

I'm not eating any less, just better for me food. I guess this stuff fills me up better, Not only does it have real seafood of all kinds, but it has vegetables and apples and such in it. I'm not overly crazy about the carrots, but I can usually work around them. And if I accidentally do eat some, it's all mixed in with things like New England Boil, Surf and Turf, and Ocean Breeze. I even like the Thanksgiving Day Dinner with turkey, green beans, carrots, apples, cranberries and blueberries. Who knew this stuff could taste so good? It's all real food like lobster and sardines instead of filled with fillers and lots of carbohydrates. It may cost more than the cheap supermarket stuff, but I'm worth it!!! Besides, I don't eat all that much.

And no, I don't intend to go on and on about my healthy food, but I will keep readers posted on how the weight loss goes. Maybe my she-person will post a picture when I get slim and trim. As you can tell from the photo (above), I'm quite an armload.

Right now I've got to make a mad dash to the window and chase the birdies away from the feeder. I'm a real terror now that I've got all this energy, plus I'm losing weight every time I fly up the back of the sofa and leap at the window.

Now, if only we can find some good tasting people food for my she-person so she can diet along with me. And no, I'm not sharing mine!