I love to play fetch!

Tonight Mom found one of my mice under the couch. Once I realized she had it, I meowed until she threw the mouse over and over again.

Here I am sitting patiently with loud intermittent meows waiting for her to throw the mouse between fetches. Simba doesn't understand my passion for fetching the mouse!

I always bring the mouse back just out of reach of Mom or Dad. I can bring it closer but I do this to prove a point. And I think all of us cats know exactly what point I'm talking about!

Simba doesn't want to play, he just stares. But I know he really wants to join in on the fun, he's just too stuffy to actually go for it. Frankly I think he's too "big boned" to play fetch.

At one point I was jumping up and down with the mouse in my mouth in an attempt to provoke Simba into playing.

I don't know where the mouse is now (I suspect Mom hid it just after she made a fake throwing motion) but I'll find it...oh yes, I will! It's probably with the bag full of mice she has hidden somewhere. I'll just have to wait until she goes to sleep and then sniff around until I find them!

7 Random Things About Simba

The Rat just tagged us! I'm practicing my Pimping skillz and have just pushed Zoe out of the way so I can type up this meme:

1) I love trucks. Whenever a big truck drives by, I run to the bedroom window and stare out. My favorite is street cleaners.

2) I don't like people petting me when I'm sleeping. If someone pets me, I'll give them the stink eye.

3) The only soft food I eat is Friskies. And ONLY Ocean Whitefish Dinner or Ocean Whitefish with Tuna. And nothing froo froo like gravy.

4) The tip of my tail feels like the bone is sticking out. It also feels like it was broken once a half inch from the end. It was like that when I came home to live with my Mom.

5) I have freckles in my mouth, on my toe pads and in my ears.

6) Catnip is OK. I'd rather just roll around on it than eat it.

7) When Dad calls me and points, I know he's telling me to go look at whatever he's pointing at. Usually he's pointing at birds outside on the fence or on the patio pavement.

If you're reading this, you've been tagged!

Yummy, stinky leaves

Mom tested us to see how long it would take to find the fresh catnip she had just plucked. She rubbed the leaves between her fingers until they really stunk, after that it only took a few seconds for us to sniff them out and even less time to eat them. Fortunately for me Simba doesn't like catnip that much. I usually wait a few seconds until he walks away then I eat his. HEHEHE!

Funny face

Today Mom took a picture of Simba with his paws stacked and right when she took it, he yawned! He looks so funny! Those dark spots are where his freckles inside his mouth grew together.

My great adventure!

Today Mom let me go out onto the patio, the forbidden area! I've only been out there once before but that was because I was sneaking. This time she let me sit between her knees and look around at all the new sights and poke at things on the ground with my nubbins. Then I laid down and enjoyed the sun while she gave me a massage. If Dad finds out I was out there, she's going to be in big trouble!!

Ah, The Nip

Whether we call it The Nip,catibus or catnip, it's still the same thing. Our love for this green plant endures all. What you're looking at here is a small portion of our own private collection growing on the patio.

Buddy

My cousin, Buddy, is a big ...um, big cushy cat. He doesn't agree. What do you think? If you go here to read about him, scroll down a bit until you see his picture. Then go here to see what he says.

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It may not be 4/20 but we got some catibus!

Mom and Dad came home yesterday with some new pots for the plants outside (we're not allowed to eat them...I've tried). Simba looked inside one of them and there was a catibus plant! We LOOOOOOOVE catnip aka catibus!

By the time I made it over to the catibus (I almost didn't believe Simba, but I could smell the stench of it's lovely leaves), Mom had put it outside and planted it in a big planter so it'd grow up and make even more leaves for us to eat. I can't wait! I'll show you pictures when it's grown up.

Simba made me mad

So I bit him. His yucky fur was stuck in my mouth!

Nora, The Piano-Playing Cat

We are so jealous!

If You Were a Mouse

Sniff butt

This reminds me of one of my favorite things to do. I always get in trouble for sniffing Simba's butt.

The way life should be

Now that it's cold in the evening, one of my favorite places to sleep is stretched out on the back of the couch under the lamp. You'd be surprised at how much heat it puts out.

I can hear my Dad a mile away. I know when he's coming up or down the steps, walking down the hallway, etc. I can tell from the jiggle of his keys or his footsteps. Sometimes I'll sit on the arm of this chair and meow at the door when I know he's out there. I get really loud too, especially when I can hear him talking to someone. He seriously needs to get his priorities straight: 1) Pet me, 2) Feed me, 3) Pet me. I don't see talking to the neighbors in this list. *sniff*

Now, my Mom really knows how to treat a kitty right! Every night I get a deep tissue massage. It's sooo relaxing! She takes the time to rub all over my face, my ears, back, paws, legs, tummy...just thinking about it makes me want to lick my paws and legs excessively!

Did I mention how good it feels? I can't help but get a smile on my face. Ah yes, there's nothing like the satisfaction that comes from a good massage. These are the kind that put me in a kitty-coma. Which reminds me, I need to go find my Mom. It's massage time!

Martin Luther King Day

Martin Luther's message of unity desipte color of your skin (or fur in our case) was not lost on us. We even shared a bed, without quarrel, in honor of this memorable day.

Nap time is the best time

I've got my dad by my side and the remotes for the TV, I'm set. I love naps!

Just a reminder: hate hate hate Black Rob!

Mom was reading through my blog today and saw an old post about my hating Black Rob. So she played some of his music, if that's what you want to call it, to see if I still felt that way.


YES, YES I DO. I hid in the closet to get away from it! I hate his "music!" It's awful!

It's twenty minutes later and I'm still edgey. My ears won't stop twitching and I could swear there's something spooky in the room. I feel like scratching someone's eyes out! Yeah Black Rob, that'll give you something to WHOA about!!!

A Man and his Cat

Remote in hand, football on tv. What more can we ask for?

Cuddles are the best

Yet another blanket to sleep on

Yesterday Aunt Faythe sent us a homemade plaid blanket all the way from Spokane! The colors are awful bright but I love it! And yarn!