Big world, small paws!

In case you were wondering why I have been so MIA lately.  I am so overjoyed with happiness that I am walking around like a trance kitten.  My favorite and much beloved B’s interview last week went smoothly like Creme Brulee (yes, I know what that is) and she has been recommended for approval.  What that means is that once GC’s become available again, she will be mailed one.  I am still dancing around every single day to celebrate this mountainous event.  Once the GC is delivered, Kip is throwing B a HUGE party.  I hope all you my lovely and dedicated readers can join us for that event.  More to come…

While I generally love bugs, I HATE spiders.  There are a bunch of them near our windows and some of them are really big - almost a smaller version of me.  They look at me funny and I am scared.  Kip says that he will protect me and B, who is an even bigger spider fearest than I am.  Apparently, there is a huge manifestation (don’t you love it when I use BIG words?) of little bugs and that causes the spider population to grow.  Now that it is getting colder, I am hoping they will quickly die out.  Of course, these spiders are nothing in comparison to what is going on in Texas.  Things are truly bigger down there.  (Another reason not to move there.)

Tomorrow’s is B’s big day at the INS.  She is being interviewed for her GC.  I am crossing all four of my paws and I am asking you to do the same with feet and hands.  Go B!

B often complains that I demand to play with her late at night or during the early morning hours.  Surely, I admit that I am bored all day and thus, sleep.  (Hopefully, that will change tomorrow when Kip gets back.)  So, I do need to play during the night.  B is usually pretty good about my needs, even when she is sleepy.  But last night she actually yelled at me.  I was touching her nose with my paw trying to see if she was awake.  Her eyes opened and looked angrily at me.  I immediately jumped down from the bed and ran away.  Later on, I came back and snuggled up to her.  What B needs to understand is the fact that there is a need for us cats to be played with.  I am smart kitten and intend to stay that way.

B went all wild at the salon this week and I officially got the longest hair in the house now.

Sleeping on Kip’s side while he is gone and making sure that B does not think the bed is all hers.

Dear Kip,

I miss you.  Europe? Forget about the beauty of Lake Como, forget about meeting George Cloony. Who cares about Italian pizza and wine?  Who wants to see old buildings and walk on cobblestone in Zurich and listen to music in Interlaken?  I want you to come back home soon. 

B is leaving me every day and I miss the time we spent on the couch every afternoon.  You must know that no one has brushed my fur or has allowed me to play with the plastic bags upstairs.  B has not let me sniff any fishy products and she insists that I "behave" myself while she is gone.

My days are lonely without you and your papers.  I miss sitting on them.  What about school?  Don’t you want to recite "boring" biology stuff to me?  You know I am such a good listener.

Worst… B has been playing with dogs and now talks about them all the time.  I worry that she will get one while you are gone.  Who is going to shake the sense into her?  My paws are too small and my legs are too short.  Come back soon.

With much admiration, respect, gratitude and lots of purrring.
Yours Truly and Alone, Mizz S.

I love this story.  I am sure Andrew really appreciates the effort or two female humans raising money to save him.  He will look so lovely in the big NE Aquarium tank and I wish I could visit.  But they never let kittens near a fish tank, even though I am one to despite all kinds of fish and seafood. 

By the way, did you know that B raised $90 to save me.  I think I was worth every quarter penny and have had the highest ROI of any shelter kitten ever.  ROI means Return on Investment, as B has been teaching me, but I like to think of it as React on Instinct.  Surely something she did when she saw my cute little six month old face.

Here is another reason why mean should not have ponytails.

This is a very disturbing article about us felines getting fat, chunky, lazy, huge and unhealthy.  And that is not fat in the fun "phat" way.  What is wrong with you, ladies and gentlemen.  Don’t you love chasing things anymore?  I am also housebound and not allowed to follow my natural prey instinct outside the confines of our loft, but I still keep my self interested in things around the house and find ways to get some exercise.  So, here are some suggestions for your lazies:

1. Try to help your human by eliminating all bugs and critters in your house.
2. Find a way to do some rock climbing while using the existing furniture.
3. Pretend you are a track star and run down a long hallway, cheering for yourself when you cross the finish line.
4. Pretend your human is a big mouse and play attack.  (Note: make sure your human knows that you are "just" playing.)
5. Jump, baby Jump… use the counter tops.  You never know what is up there.
6. Under no circumstances chase your tail.  That is a stupid dog exercise that you are too smart to imitate.  Plus, it looks silly.