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*
I’ve had a lot of mah facebook friends go to teh Rainbow Bridge in teh past few weeks. Teh last time this happened, mah friend Sam Iam told me this:
“Momma’s grandma told her that we should cry when someone is born, as we don’t know what trials and tragedy’s and sadness their life will hold, and celebrate when they die as they have lived their lives and have gone on to their reward.”
It’s gud advice, and I know in time it’ll make me feel bedder. But right now I has a sad.
I didn’t know Joan Rivers, I just knew of her.
I like how she totally owned her plastick surgery. No denials, nuffing like that. I mean, she sed she had so much of it she wanted her body donayted to Tupperware upon death. If she taught us anyfing, it was to be who yoo are… And laff about it.
Fly free, miz Joan. Teh world was a funnier place wif yoo in it.
Mrs. Bentley works at Louisiana Loom Works in New Orleans, Louisiana. My mum met her a couple of years ago at teh store where Mrs. Bentley works.
Mrs. Bentley is a flame point siamese cat who was rescued nine years ago. Well, it’ll be nine years tomorrow or in the next few days, as she was rescued in the flood waters of Hurricane Katrina. She had been swimming for a long, long time when she wasn’t able to swim anymoar and slipped underwater.
Luckily for her, a man in a canoe was floating nearby. He saw her swimming, and moar importantly, saw her go under. He reached into teh water and felt around until he grabbed onto something. That something was Mrs. Bentley’s tail.
Mrs. Bentley made her way to teh V-E-T, then home with a stately senior Lady. Not long after, Mrs Bentley felt she needed to get out of teh house and get a job. Since her housemate spent a lot of time at teh store and there were other working cats in residence, it was a great fit.
Louisiana Loom Works is located on Chartres Street in the French Quarter. The artists employ several kittehs for rodent control and public relations.
Mrs. Bentley ❤
I got moo garrison cap for CatScouts. I think it looks quite… dapper.
I live wif my biological mommacat and poppacat, Chloe and Indy. We were born feral. Also living wif us are two other kittehs from our colony, Pixel and Maya. Maya is Pixel’s mommacat. It took us a couple of years to get to know and trust our human typist, mum Melissa. We all came to live inside when one of teh neighbors started trapping and killing cats in the neighborhood. That neighbor didn’t care that we were all eartipped and part of a managed colony, or that we provided benefishal sevices to the neighborhood.
Chloe has a permanent limp from a previously sprained leg and she’s allergic to people. Indy loves pink colored toys and his unicorn blanket. They’re both super snuggly.
Maisy is a “foster failure”; she never made it out of our foster home. She fit in so well that we decided to make her a permanent addishun. She’s a self-black Maine Coon who likes to play Thundering Herd of Elephants up and down the stairs wif me in the mornings. She also lubs the tummy rubs!
Cliff is teh resident old mancat. He has been has been wif mum a long time, ever since she rescued him from the outside. He wasn’t born feral but was thrown away by people who didn’t want him anymore. He has lingering anxiety issues from his abandonment. He also has FIC (part of FLUTD umbrella diagnosis). He’s equal parts brilliant and dense – he knows several tricks and responds to all of mum’s vocal commands… and he eats dirt. We like to sleep in sun puddles together.
Mum has learned a lot about feline health because of Cliff’s health issues. She spent the past five years researching FIC, stress, and cat food, and the relation of teh three to each other and to our health.
Our current foster is LittleLove. She hates most cats and people – except for Indy and mumma. Needless to say, she’s a very tough cat to place and is most likely going to stay wif us permanently.
My feral friend is Thistle. I like to bump heads wif her through the patio screen door. She got loose in our house in July and it took mum several days to get her re-trapped. There are a few moar ferals but they don’t come around regularly enough for me to get to know them.
I has a sad regarding the CatScouts third quest. I missed the best parts – the hiking wif everyone and the Snipe hunt wif the KitScouts – due to last minnit schedule conflicts. I know fings happen and fings change… but other peepul need to be flexible wif their plans, too. 😡
I already know I’ll be travelling on teh day of teh CatScout Jamboree, so please to keep your paws crossed that teh airplane has teh wifi.
And now, to get past teh sads, i’m reading teh Quest 3 Groop Pages. They are hilarious! What a fun and funny bunch of Scouts. I kant beleeve Buckaroo Foobar got DEMERITS! Hmmm… good fing he’s not name Buckaroo SNAFOO.
Dat’s all I got for now.
I was on a CatScout quest dis weekend. Quests are teh best. We did a lot of climbing and hiking and campfiring and s’mores making. Riding teh Magick Bus home from teh Quest was PAWSUM! Mah paws were tired from hiking and mah sides were tired from laffing. I just lubs all teh different personalities in mah Troop.
Hummingburd is back.
She taunts me wif her zip- zip-
zipping in teh sky.