Flirting

My boyfriend has been feeling frisky lately.

I think he's even flirting with me sometimes...hmmmm, should I or shouldn't I?

I should!!
But he wasn't amused. Pout.

Why walk...

...when you can fly!!

My cozy place

Sometimes I just need to go to my cozy place with my toys to get away from all the stress.


My boyfriend doesn't like this box because it reminds him of trips to the vet...and he HATES the vet! But I don't mind, it's fun to go traveling.

I Spy A Squirrel!

That pesky Abert's squirrel is back and he's driving me crazy! He chatters and mocks me while running around in my yard and up my trees. The audacity of that critter!

I'll get him yet!

Oh yes, Mr. Squirrel, someday you will be mine!

Happy Easter!

Our people enjoyed a very nice lamb dinner for Easter and they even let us watch. We love food!

We each tried begging but our mind control was lacking. Eventually we convinced the female to give us tidbits in our food bowls. But Fritz and I will have them set us at at the table next time!

A Room With A View

From my strategically located perch, I can see all the action both indoors and out

Big Adventure Today!!

Wow, today was quite the day! As you know, I live in the mountains where big things eat little things like me. So I spend most of my time safe indoors (except for vicious paper bags, beware!) with my boyfriend and people. I like to go out on the upper deck a lot when it's warm (still not crazy about that white snow stuff) to view the world and watch out for that pesky Abert's squirrel (more on that later). And very rarely, I go outside with one of my humans to sniff around.

Well today was going along normally and I had enjoyed a nice nap in the sun and a good preening session. When one of my people comes to tell me that the herd of deer was back! I loves to watch deer (my tail gets all twitchy with excitement) and sometimes they loves to watch me.

My people said this deer was probably about my age, just a year old, and we may even have the same birthday (March is a good month!). So we checked each other out for a while. Then my female human wondered if I'd like to go out and meet my friend!

Well let me tell you, those deer are heck of a lot bigger than they look from behind a window!! I'm tellin' you, mule deer are HUGE! I know my cousins the mountain lions eat them but I think I'll stick to mice.


Fortunately, I am well camouflaged for stalking these beasts. I managed to scare this one off with my fierce leonine presence. Once our yard was safe, I went back inside where it's nice and warm and safe.

Take time to smell the flowers

I live a very hectic life as I'm sure many of you other cats do. After all there always things that must be investigated, mice to chase, people to bend to our will, meals to be hoovered. But us kitties really must take time to enjoy the finer things in life!

Such as these lovely pink flowers. I don't know what they're called but they sure last a long time.

Go ahead and stick your nose right in there to get all that goodness!


But smack that photographer when he gets to nosey during your private time.

Happy Birthday to MEEE!

Today I turned one year old!

My people weighed me with a digital scale and I'm now 9.5 pounds. When they brought me home last June, I was only 3.4 pounds. They say that I'm bigger than my boyfriend, even though he's still heavier than me. Everyone wonders how much I'll weigh when I'm fully grown...they are guessing around 15 pounds.

As a birthday treat, my female human made us a special dinner of Spot's Stew over tasty kibbles with a topping of shrimp!! I was so excited my tail got all big and puffy. Yum, shriiimp.

True TERROR!

Last night started off pleasant enough. After my evening gourmet repast (Blue Spa Select Savory Salmon Entrée, yum), I preened my fur for a bit and checked to see what my boyfriend was doing (sleeping on the couch as usual, yawn). Feeling a bit rambunctious, I decided to see what kind of fun things I could find around my house. That's when I discovered the BAG OF DOOM.

Now as all of you other cats understand, even though our humans somehow don't get it, a brown paper bag is nearly as good as a cardboard box. If it is open, we must get inside it.

So here I find this perfectly good unoccupied paper bag that was just begging for me to crawl inside. Naturally, following my highly refined feline instinct, I do just that. This was a particularly nice shopping bag that makes crunchy sounds and it even has these loops that I can poke my head through.

But then all of a sudden the bag attacked me…and the loop was caught around my head…and I couldn't get out…and I didn't know what to do so I started to run…and the bag wouldn't let go so I ran faster…and my female human jumped up to get the bag…and it ripped…and I ran faster…and it wouldn't let go…so I ran around the kitchen counter three times to shake it off me…and I was still trapped…and my human was shouting so I got even more scared and started running through the house as fast as I could go…and my human tried to catch me but she couldn't…and that bag still wouldn't let go…and I kept running loops around the house…and my other human dashed up from his office…and he made a grab for me…and I dodged and scratched him…and I ran the other way…and the bag was still on my neck…so I kept running to shake it free…and my male human finally pounced on me…and he pulled that evil bag off of my neck!!!!! Pant, pant, pant.

It was soooooo scary. Whew. Let me tell you, this is the sort of stress that no cat should endure. My boyfriend checked to make I was okay and my humans were agitated too. It was so upsetting that I just wanted to go find a dark secluded place to decompress. My humans kept pestering me in my solitude but I wasn't coming out until I had recomposed myself, long after they had gone to bed.

After a night like that, the only thing to do was reward myself a treat of a nice mouse! Just to make sure my humans were aware of my hunting prowess, I carefully arranged my prize on the welcome mat. I'll have to check my diary but I believe that was my 15th mouse since I moved in here in June.

So beware my kitty friends. Not all paper bags are safe and some are downright vicious!