Cat Tales - Unleashed

Another Reason to Own a Cat

2008-02-25T12:11:00.000-08:00

Just incase someone needs another reason to own a cat, this article from MSN Health might just make a convert out of some folks. purrrr....

Cats Help Shield Owners From Heart Attack
Study finds 30% risk reduction when felines are in the home

Working Cats ...

2008-02-11T14:46:00.000-08:00

Here is another great article from our local paper. These feral kitties have been put on official duty to rid parts of L.A. of pesky rats. The director of Voice for the Animals, who also founded this program, gets my "MEOW" award for the week.

Click on the link below to read this inspiring story.

Feral Cats on Official Rat Patrol ...

Boo Memorial

2008-02-03T22:51:00.000-08:00

Mom made this cute acrylic cat shaped album in memory of Boo. These are my favorite pictures of him. The pink tulips really stand out in contrast to his black fur. In one he looks like he is smelling the flowers. meow.. meow He was a good kitty and a good brother. I'm glad mom had this book to remember him. She has lots of pictures of all us kitties and maybe I will be able to coax her to post more of them on here.

This cat album has 5 pages, varying in size from 5x5 to 5x7 plus the back page which is the cat. She designed it herself and sells it in our store at www.MeowPrints.com

Here are more pages from the album:

There are other acrylic albums in the store also. If you are interested in showcasing your furry friend in one of their own albums, pounce on this link Shreddin' Paper and then click on Kitty Memoirs Collection.

Take lots of memorable pics of your fur babies. They are priceless. I love looking thru mom's stash on here, when she is not watching, of course. We go through them together too. Well she looks through them, I am just really wanting her attention and some belly rubs. And what better way then to lay right in front of the monitor and paw at her til she pays attention to me. Works every time ... purrrr.....

Cat's Out of the Bag ...

2008-01-31T14:10:00.000-08:00

after stowing away in luggage.

This article was in my local paper the other day. When mom reads the paper, I like to lay on the pages and read it too. meow .. meow Check out the article for an intense adventure. I don't think I will be climbing in mom's suitcase anymore. purrr...

Cat's Out of the Bag...

Rainbow Bridge

2008-01-26T17:53:00.000-08:00

While I was on hiatus, both Boo and Kayla crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. Mom misses them a lot.

Boo liked to play and I could get him interested in a game of rough and tumbly. He played a little too rough sometimes and mom would get on him about hurting me. She said he liked to "go in for the kill" after a while of playing nice. It was just his way of playing. He didn't realize he was being so rough. I would wriggle away from him and run off til he calmed down. I miss him lots too. purrrrr

Kayla was great fun to chase around the house. She was such a girl. Mom kept telling her not to run away, to turn and slap me and the other kitties, just once, and we would leave her alone. But she didn't listen. She just ran away from us, so of course we had to chase her. lol She was a good kitty though. She loved dad a lot and loved to be in his lap. I miss her too. mew...mew

They are now running and playing together. Rest in peace my friends.. til we meet again. purrrrr

Hiatus Over

2008-01-25T15:52:00.000-08:00

Wow... a lot has happened since the last time I posted. meow.. meow There is now a little person running around the house. meow And when I say running, I mean running. He has one speed .. run. meow.. meow. He likes to chase me around the house, but I am faster. >^._.^<

When I'm on the TV stand, he comes over and tries to grab me ... I bat at his head to let him know I am not amused and he laughs and laughs. He must think it is quite the game. I eventually become bored with this and move to the back of the couch to grab a catnap in peace. He cannot reach me here... yet. purrrrrr

Holiday Musings

2006-01-11T18:26:00.000-08:00

The Holiday Season was busy, busy. Now that things have slowed down a bit I am able to post again... meow. The tree was beautiful and so fun to lay under. The twinkling lights, the fresh smell of fir. Every bulb and ornament beckoned ... 'play with me, play with me'. Of course, when I did, Mom was not pleased, to say the least. I can still hear her, "Kodi you leave those ornaments alone". She ruins all my fun. Gizmo and Missy Girl liked the ornaments too. Especially the golden jingle bells. Every once in awhile you'd hear the ting, ting of the bells being batted by little paws.. meow .. meow. We were gentle and never knocked any off the tree and onto the floor. You would think Mom would be happy about that part and let us amuse ourselves.

Under the tree, the packages made a nice bed. Ribbons and bows made great toys. I found that if you pulled and batted at the bows long enough they would release themselves from the packages. Free to be scattered across the floor and chased after. Mom would get up in the mornings and find our latest "prey" sprawled across the carpet. "You kitties were very naughty last night", she would say as she picked up the remnants left behind from our escapades... purrr.

I think we were very good kitties... not once did we try to climb the tree. There is something to be said for that. (Hmmmm.. something to look forward to next year.) Although, the water in the tree stand did need to be replenished often. It was just more convenient to drink from the tree then to walk into the kitchen... meow..meow. Humans think there is some great mystery surrounding the fact that cats drink from the tree stand when they have fresh water in their dish. Sorry to break it to you guys. No great mystery. Just pure and simple laziness. It is closer. Why exert the extra effort to walk all the way into the kitchen when there is perfectly good water right in front of you. Doesn't take a genius to figure that one out.. meow .. meow.....

Cat Got You're Tongue?

2005-11-12T14:30:00.000-08:00

Lately Mom has been getting a lot of packages in the mail for her business. Of course, I have to inspect them when she opens the boxes.. purrr.

Inside there are several cats in all styles and shapes. I give them a friendly meow... purr... but they don't say anything to me. Mom looks at me and tells me they can't talk to me. Meow.. meow.. purr... Can't talk to me?? Why not? I am just trying to make friends. Let them talk to me, Mom. She pets me and scratches my ears and tells me that they are stuffed kitties, not live.

Rubbing against her legs, I look up at her with my baby blue eyes and give her a mrrreow...purrrr.. still wanting to play with my new stuffed friends. They are kitties, afterall, and all kitties love to play.

Standing up against the box, I peer in again. They just lay there not moving. How boring!!! Come on ... get up and play, and run. The floor here is the best for sliding. I will show you how to do it. Don't be shy. It doesn't hurt. Sliding is great fun. With that said, I take off running across the floor, spinning out as I start running. Dashing here and there, back and forth to impress these stiff kitties Mom was holding in her hands now. Staring blankly, they didn't seem to notice me sliding gleefully across the cool grey surface.

Stopping beside Mom, reaching up with my paw, I stretch up as far as I can. Patting Mom's arm ... mrreeow... mrreoow.... please Mom, put the kitty on the floor to play. Mom scratches my ears again, saying "sorry Kodi, they can't play. They aren't alive." meow... meow.. they don't know what they are missing... I lay down at Mom's feet so she can rub my belly .. Puurrrrr.... I am glad I am not a stuffed kitty.... Purrrrrrr.....

Pumpkin Kitties

2005-10-31T21:26:00.000-08:00

Here are some more Halloween pictures. These are the babies when they were small. This was about 2 weeks after they were dropped off on our porch.

Being just teeny tiny, they could easily fit inside of this pumpkin carved for Halloween.

Pippin is sitting on top of the pumpkin, Missy Girl is climbing out of it and Gizzy is sitting inside.

Mom, of course, couldn't pass up the photo op. I think she is camera crazy. She is always taking our pictures. Never a moments rest when she is around with the camera in her hand.

Pawsitvely Spooktacular!

2005-10-28T20:36:00.000-07:00

Since Halloween is coming, I thought I would share this pic of Boo. He is wearing his orange sweater, that says Boo on it. The witch is on the bench that sits on our front porch. Boo likes to snuggle up to it and sleep on her lap. He is such a Halloween Kitty.

Boo!

2005-10-23T17:01:00.000-07:00

This is Boo. He is my "brother"...purrr Mom took this picture of him lying on one of our chairs. If you look closely, you can see he has his tail curved around the spindle of the chair like it is hanging on. His eyes look spooky to me in this picture cause of the flash... he's getting ready for Spook Night I guess.

Boo is the purrfect Halloween kitty, right down to the crook in the tip of his tail. Pure black, yellow eyes and when he stretches, he arches his back like typical "black cats". Mom makes him stay in around Halloween so that he is not taken and hurt(or worse) by bad people.

Outside is where he spends a lot of his time, defending the yard from unwanted neighbors, so he is not happy when he has to stay in... Even though Mom explains to him that it is for his own good. He just looks at her and meows, telling her of course that he wants to go out and that nothing will happen to him...meooowwww... She just keeps telling him "No, you are not going out". He sulks off and finds his favorite spot on her bed, curls up to wile away the day...

Inside, Boo is very playful, if he isn't sulking, that is. He likes to play with me and he will play with the babies too. Sometimes, though, he gets too rough. We like to play for fun and it seems, after awhile of playing, Boo likes to go in for the "kill"... meow... too rough for me so I hightail it outta there and leave him to chill. Gizmo will run off too but doesn't learn his lesson and keeps going back for more. mmrrreooowwww...He whines cause Boo is hurting him but holds his ground. He thinks he is a tough guy. Kids!! do they ever learn?!?!

So Cute!!

2005-10-12T12:11:00.000-07:00

Have I mentioned lately that I am just sooo darn cute!! Mom just thinks I am adorable and let's face it, I am!! meow... purrrrr

In these pictures I am sitting in the basket that Mom uses to transport things back and forth from the shop to home. She puts things in there that need to go home and then takes it home with us at night. Next morning she brings it back and anything that needed to come from home to the shop. She is a genius. If I sit in here she will never forget to take me home, not to mention the fact it is cozy.... purrrrrr
I have another basket here with a blanket in it in that is my bed. As you know, I prefer to sleep in front of the monitor -- easy access for tummy rubs.

This new basket has been so inviting that lately I have been sleeping there when Mom tells me she needs to get some work done and wants me to lay in my bed. My bed is on the floor and the new basket is on the counter, where I can see above everything, so as not to miss a thing. meow meow It has a birds eye view of outside too, so I can watch the birds and the squirrels. Of course, I would rather be outside chasing the squirrels but Mom doesn't like it when I run after them. Watching them will have to suffice, for now, and I will dream of their bushy little tushes when I snuggle down to dreamland in my newfound bed.

Peace and Quiet Gone

2005-10-07T18:06:00.000-07:00

My human sister is back home. She has been gone 4 months working in Alaska. She loves kitties too. She is always mauling me... meow. There is no peace now. If I am lying in her vacinity, she comes over and picks me up and smothers me with hugs and kisses. Now, being a cat, this outpour of affection will just not do. My fur is always ruffled from her tussling it... meow. Even my cry will not deter her, she just hugs tighter... merrrrrr..meowww.

Missy Girl runs when she sees "sister" coming. She has gotten to be such a tease, she will wait til "sister" is right next to her and bends down to pick her up, then runs off like a streak.... meow meow meow. It is sooo funny to watch. "Sister" gets so upset with Missy.

Gizzy, of course, loves the attention. When anyone walks in the room, he stands on his back haunches and lifts his paws high in the air, stretching, as if asking to be picked up. Everyone thinks this is adorable and can't resist holding him. He only tolerates being held for a few minutes though, then wants down.

Tiko and Boo are suck ups. They love "sister" and will rub against her legs and lay with her every chance they get. Tiko is her kitty so I guess that is why he tolerates her so much. He even gives her hugs, wrapping his paws around her neck, when she picks him up.

I on the other hand am true to my cat image and walk around ignoring her to the best of my ability and give her my best cry when she holds me, letting her know she will not win me over.... meerrroowwwww.....

Eat, Sleep, and Swat Bugs...

2005-09-24T19:45:00.000-07:00

...Such is the Life of a Cat!!

Everyday lends itself to a new adventure... several catnaps... some kibbles... and tummy rubs. The life of a cat is the best!!! I have brothers and sisters, both four footed and two, and a mom and dad who are great.... purrr. Spoiled?? who me?? umm .. well I guess you could say that. Besides having the essentials, a roof over my head, a warm house, soft bed and good food to fill my belly, I also have lots of love, scratches behind the ears, kisses on my head, yummy kitty treats, and warm laps for snoozing. OH and did I mention, lots of great tummy rubs!! For playtime, I get furry mice to bat around and fuzzy balls to pack off and make disappear to find at a later date... meow. Which is great fun and keeps Mom guessing.... purrrr. She always wonders where they come from or where I found them. Of course I never reveal my secrets... meow.. meow.

Mom laughs at all the funny positions I can sleep in. She is always telling Dad to look at me. I pretend I don't hear her. No sense interrupting a purrrfectly good catnap. It is my cue to snuggle down deeper, contented that my antics bring joy to my family. Yes, I live the good life... what more could a kitty ask for?!?!

Laundry Slumber

2005-09-18T16:22:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite places to sleep at home is in the laundry basket. Whenever I find it accessible, I jump in and curl-up for a nap. It doens't matter if there are clothes in it or not... meow.. purrr. Mom always makes me get out if it has clothes in it.... meow .. meow. It is sooo comfy and warm though, just right for a nice little catnap...purrrr.

When it is empty, if I'm not careful to lie directly on the bottom, it will tip over on it's side. That is a little startling when it happens. Then, when I realize it isn't going to fall very far, I just snuggle down and doze off to dreamland.

Missy Girl, tries to crowd in and snuggle too. I don't let her. Scat!! This is my little haven. She will try to jump over the top and sometimes topples it over and upsets my slumber, sending me flopping hiney over head. I give her a good swat and a little growl..grrrr.. til she finally runs off. After my victory, it doesn't take me long to fall back into restful dreams... purrrr.

Rub-a-dub-dub....

2005-09-13T16:53:00.000-07:00

Kodi in the tub...

We have a claw-foot bathtub that I love to play in. It is slanted slightly at one end and purrfect for batting the balls up so they come right back down for me to chase again. Round and round I go, gliding on the white porcelain, sliding back and forth on the smooth surface. Sometimes, I will play "walking the tightrope" along the edge, stalking my prey that is lingering there in the deep cavern. At just the right moment, I pounce on the unsuspecting toilet paper roll and flip on my side with it tightly in my grasp. Lying there, I kick it mercilessly with my hind feet, showing it who's boss of course...meow. Quickly, I toss it up in the air and catch it in my paws. Batting it to and fro, side to side across the bottom of the tub. I pounce again and again. Mom watches and just laughs, telling me I am a silly boy. She is the silly one ... doesn't she realize how much fun I am having? .. purrr.. She should try it ... definitely a great stress reliever. Now that would be a funny sight... purrrr....

The Great Escape

2005-09-10T20:03:00.000-07:00

Ut oh! ... meow.. meow. Mom is not happy with me at all right now. meow ... I managed to get out of the shop without her knowing and she could not find me. She was a little purrrturbed!! Well, that is, once she calmed down from thinking I was lost forever....

My whole experience of the outdoors is my walk from the house to the shop, which sits on the same property. I am strictly an inside kitty. Being a ragdoll, I am bred to be docile and loving. Knowing how to fight back to protect myself just isn't in my genes. So Mom keeps a pretty tight leash on me, no matter how bad I think I want to be outside chasing bugs. My routine in the morning is go outside, eat some grass beside the path to the shop and pounce on a few flies along the way...purrr. If I even look like I am going to stray off the path, Mom picks me up and carries me the rest of the way. Usually I mind my p's & q's and do what I am supposed to, cause, I like the taste of the sweet, green grass and it is fun to chase the bugs in the yard..purrr.

The other day though, I was in the shop when Dad came in and he was standing by the door like he was going to go back out. Well, that is my cue saying it is time to go home, or so I thought... mew. They were talking and not really paying attention to me, and when Dad opened the door, I went out. He must not have seen me cause he didn't call me to follow him home and he didn't pick me up to take me home. I was FREE!!! at last. Now to see what this outside looks like.

Along side the shop is a high fence that I can't see over. It is made of wood boards so I can't see through it and I just had to find out what was over on the other side. Slowly, I walked along the boards til I came to an opening big enough I could slink through. Hmmm ... I was in a small building. Looking around I knew it wasn't the shop, or home. The door was ajar, so I carefully crept through to open space once again. There was a house over yonder with a swing and a deck. Moving forward, I focused on reaching the deck. A little nervous and aware of every noise, I inched my way. The ground was covered with pebbles not the sweet grass we had at home. The closer I got to the deck, the pebbles turned to solid dirt. I didn't like this place. Looking around again, I thought, where was Mom, my home. I could see the fence still and I hurried over to it to find my way back to the other side. Why wasn't Mom here to pick me up and take me to the security of our house. I was really getting anxious now, I couldn't find the hole in the fence. Quite a bit of time had passed and still no one was around. A dog was barking nearby, can he get to me, I wondered.

What was that?? Did I hear Mom's voice?? Is she looking for me?? Meowww ... Meowww. I'm over here... I'm over here. I hear it again.. "Kodi.. where are you?" Meowwww.... Meowwww... Here .. Here. Then Mom comes around the corner of this strange house. I am not sure if she is mad... something in her voice. "Kodi... what are you doing over here? I have been sooo worried" (Aww.. Mom I just wanted to explore) Still not sure where I stood with her, I started to walk away. "Kodi, come here Kodi. It's ok." Meowwww, Meowwww. "Well come here, Kodi" her voice changes to coax me to her, as I wander under the deck. "No Kodi.. don't go under the deck... come here... it's ok... come on Kodibug" Still trying to coax me out, I hear another voice. Mom is talking to another lady, saying I went under the deck. "Come on, Kodi... It's alright" She's bending over now and trying to purrsaude me it was ok. Meowwww, Meowww. I slowly come out, meowing, cowering close to the ground. "Come here baby.. it's ok" Meow.. Meow... Mom picks me up in her arms, kisses my head and snuggles against me. Meowww.. meowww. "It's ok, we're going home" She says something to the lady, I didn't care what, and we start out for home. Meowwww.. Meowww. "It's ok Kodi.. we'll be home soon" Meowww... meowww, I cried all the way home and couldn't wait to get inside. Close to the porch I tried to wriggle free and Mom just held tighter. "You can't get down yet" she said to me... and she opened the door and put me on the floor, while I was still wriggling to get free. Meowww. meowww. As soon as I was on the floor, I high-tailed it to my favorite spot under Mom's bed. There I stayed for several hours. Finally feeling secure again, I ventured to the living room. Mom was there and I curled up beside her, not letting her out of my sight for the rest of the evening. It was good to be home, safe and loved...purrrr.

My adventure will last me for awhile. I enjoy the outdoors by watching the birds and squirrels through the window and chattering at them from the warmth and safety of my perch. My routine is still the same in the mornings, and I make sure I stay on the path to the shop, stopping along the way to indulge in some sweet, green grass and pounce on a couple flies. When we reach the shop, I am purrfectly content to go inside with Mom, curl up on her desk in front of the computer monitor and take my catnaps and enjoy my belly rubs... dreaming of the next adventure.....

Under the Weather

2005-09-02T16:24:00.000-07:00

Finally, I am able to come back to work with Mom. For a couple of days I had been feeling a little puny, so Mom made me stay home. I welcomed the soft bed and curled up and slept for hours.... purrrr. Ya, I hear you out there... that is nothing new for a cat. But this time it was different. I hardly moved from that bed. Not even to play with the furry mice Mom brought home. Of course, Gizzy and Missy Girl stole the mice and they disappeared with them. The mice are still missing... mew.

Then, Mom went away for a few days to a Gift Show, to purrchase new merchandise for MeowPrints. So again I was stuck at home...meow.. meow. This gave me more time to catch up on my catnaps and get back into shape to make the trek once again to the shop. Now, here I am and looking forward to the adventures to come.

In the next few weeks the new merchandise will be arriving and I will have more hide and seek fun in the boxes. They are my forts, my caves. My vantage point for attacking unsuspecting passersby....meow.. meow. It is great fun to hear Mom squeal and see her jump as I pounce out of my hiding place and grab her ankles...purr.. meow....

Stay tuned, I will keep you updated on my next great feat.

Mr Mom

2005-08-25T13:26:00.000-07:00

Awww.. the babies. Right you are... meow... I had mentioned the babies in a previous post. So a little about them....

The babies, as they are referred to by Mom, came to live with us in October, last year, 2004. Someone just dropped them off on the porch and left them there... meow.. poor little things... meow. They were so small.. weighing only 4,5 and 6 ounces. There are 3 of them, 2 boys and a girl. The boys, Gizmo and Pippin, are grey tabbies and the girl, Lil Miss, is black and white. They acted like they were starved, gobbling up the canned food Mom fed them. Being so small, it was amazing they were eating food at all. They were sooo messy, getting food all over their faces and the towels Mom put down under their plates on the couch. And, being so small, they had an awful time cleaning themselves. They didn't quite know what to do since they didn't have a momma to teach them. It was a sight!! ... to say the least.

Now, I didn't want anything to do with these new little creatures that had invaded my new home. I was still getting used to the bigger cats and now to have these little rat-like critters honing in on my attention was a little much... meow.. meow. Whenever they would walk over by me, I would give them my best growl... grrrrr... and run off. They were determined little buggers, everytime I found a comfortable spot to take a nap they would come pouncing over and nuzzle up to me. This would just not do... meow... I was not their mother!!

Several days past and I realized these little furballs were not going anywhere. Mom would tell me to be nice and stop growling at them. I was feeling a little put out by it all. This, after all, was my new home, my new family. But I found that they were beginning to grow on me. They were so little, so helpless. I began keeping a watchful eye on them, making sure they didn't wander too far from their bed. The back of the couch became my perch and my watch tower. Careful not to let on that I had taken an interest in their antics, I watched from slitted eyes, pretending to be asleep. If they wandered too far, I followed, keeping my distance, yet, still mindful of any danger to them. It became clear that they would follow me, making it easy to lead them back to their bed nonchalantly, and keeping the facade of trying to get away from them...purrr... This only worked for so long and Mom caught on. My secret was out. The little fluff balls had melted my heart and I was getting attached. I became Mr Mom to these small orphan babies. Now, when they strayed too far, I chortled to them as any good mom would do and they came running, nuzzling and purring loudly as they snuggled down to sleep. Lessons were taught, grooming was learned, love was shared. I now had two new families... I am truly a blessed kitty... purrrr....

The Death of Caesar....

2005-08-22T13:25:00.000-07:00

... the birth of Kodiak.

For a year and a half, my name was Caesar. When I came to live with Mom, she decided that name didn't suit me any longer. Over the next few days, she thought and thought, searching for the purrfect name. Now, as names go, I thought Caesar was alright. I guess she thought...new kitty, new home, new name.... meow... Talk about your identity crisis!!...meow.. meow. I became Kitty or Baby Boy, while Mom pondered what to call me. I don't remember her ever calling me Caesar once, since coming to live with her. It was a week or so before she decided on a name. In the meantime, we played and I got used to my new surroundings, still not quite sure what to think of the other kitties or my new home.

I liked playing with the feathers that were attached to a long strip of furry material. Mom would make them jump across the floor and fly back and forth in front of me. I would pounce on them and capture the prey. I would leap and fly through the air after this strange bird. It was a lot of fun. Sometimes she would hold it up, just out of reach and I would stand up on my back haunches, with both front paws waving in the air like a big bear. She would laugh and tell me how cute I was. Of course, I loved the attention and would do it on every occasion I could. This, no doubt, is how I became Kodiak, named for the bear like antic I would perform...purrr

Now that I have a new name, I thought nothing else could possibly change..... that's where I was wrong... meow ... meow ...

New Kit on the Block

2005-08-21T13:34:00.000-07:00

I came to live with Mom in June, 2004. For one and a half years before this time, I lived with Leah and her family. My sister Cleo was there too. Then one day, Mom and Dad came with a carrier and packed me up, put me in the car and we drove for a long time. I cried the whole way... meow... meow... They, of course, tried to comfort me, telling me it was alright. Easy for Mom to say, she hadn't just been taken from her home and put in a strange car with someone they didn't know. Well, I guess I shouldn't say I didn't know her, cause she had been to the house a couple of times and held me in the past. She was always really nice and loving. But still a stranger.... meow... meow...

After a long drive, we finally stopped. The surroundings were unfamiliar to me and I was scared. Mom told me we were home; "this is your new home", she said. I'm thinking, I don't want a new home, my old home was just fine. When we got in the house, she sat the carrier down on the floor in the living room and opened the door. I just stayed in my carrier, not moving. I was safe in there. She tried to coax me out but to no avail. I am not moving, I thought. There were other kitties there, too. But I couldn't see Cleo. Where was my sister?? I inched to the opening of the carrier sniffing all around. The other kitties were just as curious about me as I was about them, coming closer to the carrier to get a better look at the new kit on the block.

After a while, I stepped cautiously out of the carrier onto the carpet, and made a bee line to the nearest cubby hole. It just happened to be inside the TV stand, behind a cat statue. I was safe once more, hidden behind this stout protector.... purrrr.... I peered out from behind my guard as Mom kept calling to me to come out and the other cats came over to peek in at me. I gave them my most ferocious growl to tell them to Back Off!!.... grrrrrr... they must be deaf .. they didn't back off but kept peering in at me. Mom took my white ceramic friend away, still telling me everything was alright, and added a blanket to comfort me. The blanket was welcomed, I was scrunched as far back as I could get, in a corner of the cubby, and I buried myself under it...purrr.. purrr.. Mom told the cats to leave me alone and this is were I stayed for the next few hours, comforted by my new "cave".

Rustlin' Prey

2005-08-13T20:15:00.000-07:00

I love to slide!! .. purrr... meow ... At home, I slide across mom's wood floor in her bedroom. She has a rug on the floor beside her bed that makes the best slide. I get a running start from the laundry room and as soon as I hit the rug I go sailing across the floor. Wheeeeeeeeee!!! Of course, this irritates her. ya know she is a party pooper..... She is always coming in and straightening back the tussled rug. But that is ok, she is silly, it is hard to slide when it is all bunched up... when it is fixed, I go sailing again....meow... purrr... I'm teaching the babies, Gizmo and Missy, to slide too. They're not as good at it though. ... purrrrr... But we keep practicing and they will get good at it in no time.

The floor in the shop is purrfect for sliding. It is smooth concrete and I glide across it like it was an icy pond. Little pieces of paper become my prey, isolating one, I stalk it like it was a fat juicy mouse. Crouching down low, as if hiding from curious eyes, I slink towards my pseudo mouse. meow... I pounce!! and run off quickly, spinning out cause there is no traction. A few feet away, I stop, turn and watch intently. Ready to make my move, I jump up and run full force. I pounce again, this time sliding with my prey between my paws. Sprawled out, my fur fluffed out at my sides, mom laughs and says I look like a dust-mop. Now, these dust-mop things must be funny cause she keeps laughing at me as I dart around the floor. I pay her no mind, I am having too much fun sliding around. There are a lot of boxes to hide behind, so I take up my post, peeking cautiously around the corner. The coast is clear, again I run full force, pouncing, sliiiidddding.... oopppss, noooo braaaakes...spinnning outt as I try to avoid the cabinet coming up fast .... meowwwww.... smack! Shaking my head, I get to my feet. Mom comes running, "Kodi ... are you ok" I manage my most pitiful "mew". She scoops me up in her arms, scratching my ears and snugglin' me tight. (Not sooo tight, Mom, I need to breathe).... mew..mew.. ahhh... a little more on the left ear, please, that's it ... and under the chin ... purring loudly, I settle in for a catnap. I'll live to rustle prey another day...

Huntin' Spiders

2005-08-12T15:07:00.000-07:00

It has been ... meow .. very warm here lately. Not ... purrr.. the usual rainy weather, Washington is famous for. Meow... meow .. In the shop where we work, the floor is nice and cool. ... purrr... I like sprawling out on it to cool off. When I get bored with that, I go on little adventures... meow.. purr... around the shop. The cabinets ... meow... are just high enough that I can squeeeezzeee myself under them. ... purr... meow.. Mom tells me to not go under them. She is such a party pooper. >^._.^<

I, of course, being a cat, do my own thing .. meow .. and wander off on a spider quest. Spying one on the wall, .. purr.. meow... I pounce over and give it a swat with my paw. .. mew.. It scampers, trying to climb out of my reach. I tap it again, and it falls, just a ways, down the wall. This is fun! ... so I give it another swat ... oooppsss ..this time it catches hold of my paw... startled I jump back. .. meeoowww... That crazy critter lands on the floor beside me and sits there for a moment, stunned. Being brave, .. purrrr.. I tap it once more, carefully though so it can't latch on again. WooooHoooo! that did the trick. Lightening fast, thinking it can out smart me, it runs for under the cabinets. Little does it know that this kitty can squeeezze under there in hot pursuit. Ha!! can't get away from me that easily. ... meow .. purr.. I suppose it is quite a sight to see my furry little hiney sticking out of the cabinets with my tail a swishing back and forth. ... meow.. Those eight legged creatures will not get the best of me. yummmm, a tasty little morsel of a snack... purrrr...

Huntin' spiders is loads of fun but is hard work....(yaaawnnnn... strreettchh) and as a cat ..meow.. I also need to get in my naps and a good tummy rub is a bonus ... purrr... purrrr... I make sure mom is at her busiest time and jump up on the desk in the middle of her papers. ... meow... she likes it when I stand in front of the computer and just look at her. I cock my head slightly to one side and start purring loudly.... as if to say... Look at me Mom... look at me!! ....purrrrrr....purrrrr... I know she likes it cause she always tells me to lie down... see, she wants me to stay up there with her. ... meow ... mew... she always asks me where I have been and tells me I have stuff in my whiskers. (well of course I have stuff in my whiskers, silly, I just dusted the underside of the cabinets) And then, she thinks she has to clean my whiskers.... meow... doesn't she know that cats are very capable of cleaning their own whiskers... mew... thank you very much. But ... meow... she insists on swiping at my face to remove the cobwebs from my long white bristles. I keep pulling away from her ... you'd think she'd get the message... but noooo ... so I turn over with my back to her and curl up for a nice snooze. This seems to do the trick .. purrr... and she goes back to her work and lets me drift off to dream of my next adventure.....

Resident Cat

2005-08-11T15:01:00.000-07:00

dskkom meow .aaid purrr ksao meow amvd .. a wOw! soooo, this is what mom does all day. meow. aks .. takes a little getting used to .. purr .. meow... and some coordination to operate the thing. I have been .. meow .. watching her closely.. and then made my move .. purr .. meow .. when she wasn't looking. She stepped out of the office so I am taking full advantage of it ... meow .. meow.... please be patient with me .. .. I am new to this ... stepping on these buttons isn't easy ya know... meow .. I will do my best ... meow... to get better at it.

I guess ... purr .. I should .. introduce myself.... my name's Kodiak. I am .. meow.. purr.... a mitted, seal-point ragdoll. meow... I'm the resident cat at MeowPrints... purr... which is my mom's business. mew.. mew.. I go to work with her ... purrrr... during the day. My job is to lie in front of the computer .. meow ... get my belly rubbed... purrr ... and keep her company. I also like to chase the spiders... purr.. meow.. that might venture out.

Ut ohh.. meow... I think I hear her coming. Back to looking cute... purrrrrr.....