I'm a sleeping tortie right now! The storms have ended and spring flowers are popping up. I saw a daffodil in my back yard when I ran outside early this morning. Here's some nice tulips that my people brought home from the Farmer's Market (hey Beezer - they go to Alemany - in case you wondered) on Saturday.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Here's what it looks like from the top of the hill where I live. That's the San Francisco skyline you see. And you also see a nice birdie who was on top of the hill today. Maybe he will fly down and visit me in my back yard.
It was a pretty day. When the sun came up, I played "cat alert". That's when the people should get out of bed and do as I say. I jumped on the bed. I pushed my head under their hands. I meowed really loud. I ran to the back door to be let outside. When the Food Lady drowsily opened the door, I ran away and laughed. I'm the boss!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
I was a feral kitten. Sometimes I still act wild and crazy. But right now, I really like this spot on the comfy cushion in front of the sunny window, right next to the feather toy. That way, if the feather toy misbehaves, I can whap it and make it behave!
Friday, February 1, 2008
It is early February in San Francisco. This is a view of the area in front of my house. This area gets a lot of sun. That must be why the people put all these great cat circles out for me. The mulch is nice and toasty when the sun has been out. And I use the circles for anything I want! Let your imagination run wild - or even not so wild. I don't know why the Food Dude yells at me when I squat in the circles. I do wish those green things would go away. The Food Dude yells, "Get off the tulips, Weenie!!!" Which brings me to the next part of this blog entry.
I was tagged by the Zoo, http://cole200.blogspot.com/ for the nickname meme. I am Halloween because am black and orange. But I get called these other names too:
They call me Weenie. Totally undignified. Unacceptable. Beneath me.
They call me HalloweenCat. A more formal name, befitting my station in life. This is ok.
They call me Queen of the Cats. That is more like it!
They call me Whiny. That's when I use my annoyed voice, when the people aren't behaving and fulfilling my every wish.
They call me Barfola. I don't like this one either but it does fit sometimes. To all the cats who offered fine and kind advice about curing my barfolaness, I take tasty meds every night for this. The V-E-T has been monitoring my barfiness my whole life.
Time to go look in our neighbor's - the Pink People's - back yard and see if the pit bull is there...