After teh surprise blizzard ending I wuz able to go to teh Cat Scouts Dance. Tiger was mah date for teh evening and she look spectacular! We had a wonderfull time dansing and lapping up teh niptinis. Check us out:
I fink today is gonna be a quiet day. I’m gonna halp teh scouts clean up and den take a beeeeeeg nap. It’s very cold heer (teh high is supposed to be 3 and teh low -10) and I’m gonna purr for mah feral friends. ❤
Wow, what a day! It started with a snowstorm in teh morning. As I wuz getting ready to pick up Miz Lexi, over three inches of snow came down! We made it to teh dance safely, tho, and den we had lotsa gud foods and lotsa fun dancing. Lexi is sooper fun to be wif. I’m still walking on catnip clouds cuz I had such a good time!
Aren’t we adorables?!
On teh way home we were hit wif a surprise blizzard. Teh forecast sed 1-3 inches, but we have closer to 6 and it’s still snowing and teh winds are catarazy!
Now I’m off to teh Cat Scouts dance! Round two, heer I come!
How lukky can one mancat get? Well let me tell yoo! I was just asked to another Valentimes Day dance by a lovely ladycat named Tiger. Mah tabby head is spinning! I better get ready for teh weekend and practice sum dancing pawsteps.
I am SOSO excitered! I just got invited to teh Sadie Hawkins Valentime’s Day Dance at teh Tabby Cat Club! I was asked by a luvvly Ladycat named Lexi. I know Lexi thru her sisfer, Dezi. Dezi is a CatScout wif me. These ladycats have very important jobs as therapy cats!
While my heart will always belong to mah precious Winnie Girl, I know Winnie would want me to go and have fun. ❤
Here is Lexi:
She’ll be sixteen on April 29th!
Sorry I hazzent posted in a while. I’ve been making noo friends! Rite now, I have two noo friends who have exceptional storees.
First is Bobbi. She was ‘tacked by a bobcat twice and then spent teh night sleepin’ in a snowbank in teh extreme cold. She’s only a kitten and is a sweetheart. And I fink she’s bootiful. Look:
Yoo can read moar about her here:
Next is Emerson Michael.
From his FB page: “Emerson came into the Houlton Humane Society in early August 2014. The woman who brought him in claimed she “snapped” his neck because he was annoying to her. It was very apparent after seeing him, that he had some major damage from the abuse he had endured. After a vet visit, we learned he had a broken neck that healed wrong due to no medical care, spinal cord damage from being kicked or some sort of trauma to his back. He also had broken ribs and 3 of his feet were burned.”
He is nuffing short of pawsome. Look:
You can read more about him here:
I just wanna give so much lubs to these two kittehs. They have loving homes now and get lotsa lubs, but I wanna curl up next to them and purr to halp heal and comfort them. I know dat, for certain, I am a better cat for getting to know them.
Two weeks ago, I woked up in teh late afternoon to find a furreh green creechur in mahliving room. It smells like teh woods and it’s made of FUR!
What’s dat, Mum? Oh? I see.
So I just learned that it’s made of FIR, not FUR, and his name is Fraysure.
I was weirded out by Fraysure at first. Mum reminded me that Fraysure always sleeps over in our libbing room in December, and that hims is friendly, not skerry, and Not for climbingks. Fraysure is mah friend now; I really enjoy being near hims and often nap on his skirt.
I have another green friend named Marimo. She came to live wif us January 30, 2014 and she lives in teh office because she like teh sunlight and there are skylights in there. She’s pretty! I bet she’d be fun to play wif, too! Look:
I was interviewed by the Funny Farmer Felines for their Funny Farmer Friday Feature on Mousebreath Magazine!
Say dat three times fast! MOL
You can read it heer: http://mousebreath.com/2014/12/obi-maisy-cliff-chloe-indy-pixel-maya-littlelove-chat/
And more wonderful interviews wif blogging cats by the Funny Farmer Felines can be read at: http://jansfunnyfarm.blogspot.com/
OMC! Mum was having lunch when over a hundred Santas, elves, and reindeers walked into teh bar singing Jingle Bells!
Last year, I made a presentation for teh CatScout High Counsel:
It took the pilgrims many days to get to Plimmith. And once they got there, they stayed on the ship because of a rly bad winter, and finally in teh springtime they sed O HAI, I can has friendship? to Squanto teh Indian.
Squanto taught teh starving pilgrims how to grow corn and stuff like that. But Squanto’s kitteh taught all of teh English kittehs how to scratch maple trees and not get sap in yoor furs, open cans of toona, and not to bury their doody wif poisonous plants. He also helped them make moar friends with the nearby Wampanoag Indian tribe and not to get nommed by them.
After teh first successful corn harvest, Guvnor Willyum Bradford organized a beeg fancee feast and invited their new Wampanoag friends. The feest was full of yummeh things – corn stuffed squeekers, fresh burds, toona, and wheat & oat grass salads topped wif catnip. It was the first time a meal of this kind was had in teh USA. Usually the kittehs and the Indians had to eat outside and not at teh table using the gud china and silverware.
I’m thankful for all those who who strive to make homeless cats’ lives better. And I’m Thankful for mah family, and for catnip, and for mah Big Sleeky Scritcher in teh living room. And for CatScouts, because you all make me smile every day!
This year, I’m even more thankful I’ll tell you about it next!
I attended teh CatScouts Jamboree last weekend. There was lots of sooper fun stuff to do that brought lots of us scouts closer together. Teh hardest activity wuz teh Knowledge Bowl.
This Knowledge Bowl was moar like a quiz. Teh winner would be teh most correct answers in teh shortest amount of time. I know most of teh trivias, so I went to town on dat. Timmy nailed teh semaphore guy’s message like a BOSS. Dezi and Wally were answering and scribing and keeping us all in line. We did well, but we didn’t win.
Too bad our communication wasn’t better. We could’ve won the thing! I have a photo of us having the right answers, but it wasn’t what we submitted. Better luck next time. I still love my patrol.
As usual, I was late. I need to work on getting people to respect mah schedule. But that is for another post.
I needs to sleep but I’m too wired. *starts purring*