Bed Pile

Now mom has taken off all her bed covers and thrown them into a pile in the middle of the floor. Personally, I think mom is losing her mind. First the stinky powder, now this. And, what I further don't understand is that she waits until it gets COLD at night, when she actually might NEED bed covers. Like I said I think mom is losing her mind. Actually, she already has...she's just losing it more (but we already knew that, didn't we...heeheehee). Mom said she took off to wash them, so now I'm waiting to see if she does the new powder washing like she did with the carpet or if they will be washed with water and bubbles. In the meantime, I think I need to go to a quiet place and take a nap! Love, Beau

Leftover Kibble

Mom has gone back to letting me have kibble at night. That's the good news. The down side is that I'm not getting extra food. Mom still has cut back on my kibble. I get like half a bowl in the morning, and a little more than half in the evening. The evening amount is supposed to last me through the night. Midnight snack kibble is leftover supper kibble. This means I'm still only getting one full bowl of kibble a day. AND, this is also how I know I'm on a "weight management program" (DIE-et): Mom gives me all the fresh water I can drink, but I can only have ONE BOWL of kibble. That's just not right!! (Can someone please sneak me Tempations. Thanks!) Love, Beau

Stinky Powder

Mom sprinkled a box of stinky powder all over our living room floor. I didn't like that at all!! I started scraping all around it. Not only that, it got all over my paws and bothered my nose. I finally gave mom my best "good grief" look, and jumped up on something. She said it was to help clean the carpet, but that didn't make sense to me. When she cleans herself, and or me, there is always water and suds involved. There was neither water nor suds involved with this. So, how could this be cleaning the carpet?? Anyway, I'm NOT a happy camper about any of this. What's worse is that to get it up she has to use the noisy, sucking machine, that lights up. I hate that thing!! I will be glad when all this is done!! Love, Beau

Not Going to Tweet Like a Bird

Mom is thinking I should be on something called Twitter. That way every cat can know what I'm doing when I'm doing it. I have reservations about this. First of all, I'm not sure I want everyone knowing my every move all the time, or even what I'm thinking. To me that is an invasion of my privacy, and therefore undignified and ungentlemanly. Second, mom sad when you post on your twitter thing, it's called a tweet. What the....????? I am NOT going to be TWEETing. I am a CAT, not a bird. Something about a cat tweeting seems very unnatural and just wrong. That seems unnatural to the point it would alter the universe or something. I just can't do it!! I really want to know what you think about this tweeting stuff, especially from a cat.
Love, Beau

Close Call

Mom was going to let me out on my leash, for some fresh air and a walk, before it started raining again. She had the door open a crack and was talking to me about going out. Our nice neighbor, Kris (a guy) heard mom on his way out to work. He knocked on our door, and mom carefully opened the door, taking care to make sure I didn't bolt. Kris was nice enough, after hearing us, to tell mom it wasn't a good idea because their was a woofie outside at the time. After he left, mom went outside to look to see which neighbor woofie was out (since some are better than others). It was the visiting pit bull woofie next door. Now, mom was sooooo thankful that he had warned mom. Pit woofie is not a bad one, because he's loved and trained well and properly, but mom's not so sure about how he would be around me. After all, not all woofies, of ANY kind, like us cats. Mom was afraid I might have gotten the bad end and it was a close call. I'm tough, reaaaal tough, but pit WAS bigger than me, and had more muscles, so I was secretly glad mom kept me in even though I didn't let her know it...heehee. Love, Beau

Boyfriend's Surgery

Boyfriend's surgery is sometime today. Tests he has had this year showed he has a weak heart so his doctor is putting a de fib rue later in his heart. That way if something happens to his heart it will be straightened out right away. Everyone is happy about this. Hopefully this will also make him much better as well! Mom and I are asking everyone to take a moment today to purr, pray, send positive mojo, or whatever. We will be waiting to hear how it went so we won't be online much today. Thanks in advance for purrrrrrrrrayers and positive thoughts!! Love, Beau

Thoughts

I was watching that commercial again where the cat hires the bloodhound to help him/her find its litterbox. That commercial became even more disturbing when I realized something. The bloodhound woofie couldn't find the litterbox either. That means BOTH of them had problems with smell (and the cat with memory). For a bloodhound that is extremely disturbing, since they are known for their keen sense of smell. Some people think that commerical is funny. I find it deeply disturbing.
Another thing I've been thinking about is how there are so little green papers for everyone right now (mom's even wondering how we're going to pay for my v-e-t bill in November). Shelters that house lost/homeless furries may really need green papers, food, litter, toys, etc. right now. SO, I suggest that this upcoming holiday season we band together and help them as best we can. Talk among your groups: panthers, tabbys, coats of many colors, gingers, tuxies, and mancats. See what ideas each group has and see what we can do as a whole. It's a thought!! Love, Beau

Balance Tests

Mom has her balance tests to see if her ear crystals are out of whack. I hope it helps and doesn't make it worse. I don't know if I can handle having a dizzy mom...lol!! If ear crystals are not causing mom's dizziness, mom thinks she may never know what is causing it However, mom does know it's not a tumor, cancer, blood clot, or anything potentially deadly. We are both very happy and thankful for that! Mom said she can deal with the dizziness knowing it's none of those. I hate it when mom is gone for long periods of time (although an hour can seem really long sometimes). I miss her and wonder how she is, if she's okay, where she is, what she's doing, and when she's going to get home. Please think of mom while she has her tests and gets the results. (And if doesn't find out anything new, she's gonna get way frustrated...and that's not always pretty!!)
PS> Boyfriend has heart surgery Friday so we are asking special prayers for him. We will blog about that again on Friday, and any cat wanting to leave purrrrrrrrrrs, prayers, well wishes, etc., for him can leave them on Friday and we will make sure he gets them. Love, Beau

Let Them NOT Eat Cake

A very, very long time ago a human female said, "Let them eat cake." Okay, so it was meant in a not nice way...but I think we should be allowed to eat cake. I told mom she didn't listen to that lady because mom ate a piece of limb un cake, and she did NOT let me have any. None, nil, nada, nothing, zero, zilch, zip. Not even a crumb! All I wanted was a taste to see whether or not I liked it. I didn't want the whole thing. You know, I was just thinking...mom has a very squishy tummy, which is not supposed to be healthy for humans. And, she's started limiting my night kibble and is about to put me on a d-i-e-t. So, maybe I should just tell mom if I am not allowed to eat cake, then neither is she! Brahahahahahahaha!!!!! Love, Beau

Escape Artist

I told you I would tell you I would share something special, and exciting, with you today. And, the title should give it away. The last few times I've been outside on my leash, I've figured out how to get out of my harness and attempt an escape to explore. Unfortunately, getting out of my leash is about as far as I've gotten. The first time I actually got a few feet away before I was caught, and immediately taken inside and fussed at. This time mom realized what I was attempting before I got completely out, and immediately took me in...but didn't say a word. For those interested, here is how I do it: Start rolling and twisting in a playful way so your human doesn't suspect anything. This will help loosen the harness a little. Then, slip in a paw while continuing to be "playful." Once you slip the paw inside the harness, PULL on it! This will get it open enough so you can slip out of it...and then quickly bolt! You now have become an escape artist like me! heehee!! Love, Beau

Walking in Mud

I walked in mud. It was squishy, wet, and got my paws all dirty. It's not enough I spend a lot of time bathing as is. That meant I had to take time for an extra washing. I have a set schedule with better things to do then...like napping. I won't tell you what I thought it was like stepping my foot in, but you can imagine. (It's basically the same color.) EEEEEWWWW!!!! It made me think about human females who put mud all over their face and say it's a good thing, and that it's good for their skin and makes them prettier. First of all, have they SEEN themselves with that stuff on???? Not so pretty! Downright scary! Second, I find it disgusting and gross that they would voluntarily put that stuff on. (They even say it feels GOOD. =shudder=) So once again I'm confused by human behavior. And, if mom's point was for me to realize I didn't want to be out on those kind of days, she made her point. I think I'll stick to those days being good napping days. Love, Beau

New Adventure

I had a new adventure today. This may not sound like a big deal, especially to some, but mom let me go for a walk on my leash just after a hard rain. Usually I only get to go out on nice weather days. It was interesting. Yeaaaaah....let me go walking in water and mud where I get dirty and wet. True, I got to sniff bushes, grass, and the fresh air was nice. I enjoyed that...but not so much the other. There was not even sun spots to lay in. I even had to jump a pud dull. So yeah, I found it more interesting than enjoyable...but there was a cool part about it. I will tell you more about it in 2 days. Tomorrow I will tell you what walking in mud felt like. Love, Beau

Litter Issues

Mom bought me some new pine litter, which seriously confused me. It was pine sawdust which clumped. What confused me is that my regular pine litter is cylinder pellets which, when wet, breaks down to sawdust. So, when I had a full box of sawdust litter I thought that I had dirty litter...and let's just say the results weren't good and I got into serious trouble, even though mom didn't blame me. SOOOOO, mom took out some of the saw dust to where there was a little layer of the other on top. That was good enough for me for a temporary solution. Since then she has gone to PetSmart and bought a big bag of my regular litter. I always get my way...heehee!! Love, Beau

Whiny Woofie

The whiny, yappy dog I recently told you about seems to be a bigger dog now. Now he's no longer yapping and whining...he's BARKING...a LOT. I think he's grown some so now he's barking. Plus, barking is louder and more insistent. Mom grew up with dogs as well as cats so she says she can deal better with barking than with an upset sounding yippy, whiny dog. Mom also said that it could be that his situation may be better so he's changed his vocals, and just wants to be heard. I wish I could see him so I would know for sure. I think all animals, no matter the species, should be treated humanely and with loving care. Love, Beau

They Say I'm Spoiled

People say I'm a spoiled cat. If getting filtered water every day is being spoiled then I am. If getting pine litter that is both healthier for me, and for the envioronment means I'm spoiled, then yes I'm spoiled. If sometimes getting dental treats and organic, canned food is being spoiled then I am. If getting tummy rubs on demand (when possible) is being spoiled then I admit I'm spoiled. If being spoiled is getting away with most everything, and doing what I want, because mom can't watch me 24/7, then yes I am. Some say that I'm spoiled but I say that mom just wants the best for me because she loves me very much. Love, Beau

New Languages

Mom has decided to learn 2 new languages...HTML and German...but they have nothing to do with each other. What's worse is that she is attempting to teach herself and not have someone else teach her. The first is a computer thing as you know, and the second take too much time to explain. Anyway, as for the German thing, all I need is for mom to start talking in something less than I already understand. Let's face it. Humans are confusing enough and I don't need her making even less sense. At least now I can halfway figure out what she means, but then....geeez!
The other thing I don't like about all this is that, once again, mom will be paying less attention to me than I like. I'm beginning to think boyfriend maybe not such a good influence on mom, even if this makes her smarter, and she is sickingly happier. I guess I should be happy she's not learning how to speak dog. Love, Beau

I'm Glad

I'm glad boyfriend is back in school. That means he's not home, he's in the learning place, which means mom can't talk to him on the phone thing. If she can't talk to him then that means she has to pay more attention to ME. Paying much more attention to me is a very good thing!! After all, we know that I, not he, is the center of mom's universe (outside of God, of course)...and therefore everything should revolve around ME...MY needs, MY wants, MY whims. Her job is to make MY life more enjoyable and easier. Never mind the fact that a cat's life mostly revolves around napping, eating, pooping, and playing. If I use my box, she needs to clean it. If I want to play feather wand, she needs to be available. And I always can use more tummy rubs and brushing!! heeheehee!! So, boyfriend being back in school is a good thing, at least for me. Love, Beau

Boyfriend's Surgery

We have found out that boyfriend's heart surgery is going to be on September 23. We don't know what approximate time it's going to be scheduled, or even when boyfriend has to get to the human hospital. Boyfriend is going to be having a defibrillator put in. Mom says it will keep his heart from stopping at some point, if necessary. I think it's so everyone will know whether or not he lying or telling the truth! Boyfriend's surgery is only supposed to last 1 1/2 hours and then he will spend the night in the human hospital. We ask for prayers for boyfriend, his surgery and for his continued schooling. Thanks!! Love, Beau

A DIET????

Mom has decided that I have reached a point of weight gain, that I need to go on a diet. Whaaat the??? Just like a female, she has decided because she wants to lose weight that I need to lose as well. (Am I right guys??!!!) Soooooo, she has cut back on my food...at least until I run out of the present food, then she is switching me to diet food. :::siiigh::: She was leaving me kibble munchies for me at night in case I had a snack attack. No more. She took away my overnight kibble. I feel this is a major injustice, and she should give me back my overnight kibble. She has no concrete proof of this...only an estimated, subjective guess by picking me up and looking at me with aging eyes. I'm considering put a poll on my blog so I can show mom that (hopefully) all my friend agree with ME, and put pressure on her to give me back my overnight kibble. Love, Beau

Nosy Question

Mom brought home a BOX of pine litter, instead of a plastic bag of litter. (I wondered if it had anything to do with my penchant for plastic, but mom said that was the only pine litter left.) On the box it said, "What is in your litterbox." I kid you not...it actually said that! Excuuuuuuuuuse me??? I find that question very personal, and therefore offensive. It is only my business, and moms...and mom's only because she cleans my box for me. Besides, I have to wonder about someone (furry or not) that would actually want to know what was in my box. That's just a little bizarre to me! I would like to hear what YOU think about all this. Personally I'm having thoughts now of talking to mom about getting me a covered litter box! Love, Beau

Dizzy Saga vs Boyfriend Medicals

Mom has another upcoming appointment in a two weeks about her being a dizzy blonde. This appointment will test her balance to see if crystals are out of whack in her head. Frankly, I could tell the human v-e-t her head is out of whack anyway...heeheehee! But, mom is much more worried about boyfriend. He has found out that he has a weak heart and his heart v-e-t wants to put a dee fib rule ate her in him. They now think his weak heart may have been the trigger for his seez sure. Mom isn't too thrilled with him going through this after having gone through the other, but knows it will help him. We don't have a date yet as to if and when this will happen, but we will let you know so you can purrray for him. On a happy note, mom and boyfriend have now been officially dating for 4 months now. So far things seem to be going well. Mom finally figured out when she and boyfriend first became official. It was May 8. (For some reason dates are a big thing to females. Go figure...and if you find out why let me know!!) Also, boyfriend finally was released to drive his riding machine again. Both mom and boyfriend are VERY happy about that!! Love, Beau

Yappy Dog

There's a lot of dogs around where I live, and there's one particular dog that whimpers and whines EVERY NIGHT. I can't say I blame the poor thing. The dog's humans leave it on a balcony by itself ALL NIGHT. I'm sure the poor woofie is lonely and desperately wants to be with its humans (pack). Plus, it can get scary. Another thing, and this REAAAAALY makes me want to scratch out human eyes, is that it can be out there when it's raining and or storming. That is soooo not right! Mom is such a good human that it disturbs her, but she can't report them, and something be done, unless its conditions are extreme hot or cold...so mom waits it out.
She also said it could be that it is the only bad thing they do and are otherwise good purrrarents. However, she is paying close attention. Anyway, this whining and whimpering every night really gets on my nerves. If I find out where the woofie lives, I'm going to have everyone teleport there and have a house trashing party, and poop will go in all the shoes!! Love, Beau

City Noise

Sometimes I really hate living in the city. It can be annoying. Like, okay, I'm trying to take a nap in the sun spot next to the big glass door. But then riding machines with screechers and wailers go by, the big red riding machines that also scream might go by, THEN a big metal, noisy bird might fly over...all of which makes the napping riding machines outside start beeping and wailing. So much for my nap! Oh, and with all that kind of stuff going on, plus lots of strange (to me) people around, I do not get to just roam outside. This also means I'm ever alert and on guard duty too. The up side is there is never a dull moment, there's always something going on to check out, and I can always make a new friend...but I still rather live outside the city. Love, Beau

Not Thinking Humans

I don't know about you, but I sometimes wonder, and worry, about my human. Like the other day she was heating up food in the microwave, and the instructions specifically said item will be hot, remove with both paws/hands. Did she pay attention?. NOOOOO. She tried pulling it out with only one hand and managed to stick a finger into the hot and burn her finger. Way to go human! And, this is the person who is responsible for my care?? :::sigh::: Anyway, being the loving, caring, sensitive, compassionate mancat I am I licked and licked and licked the wound to try making it better. Then I told her to stick it in cold water because she said it still hurt. Even a great cat can only do so much for a human, ya know! Sometimes I wonder what our humans would do without us. After all, they prove over and over agan that we truly are smarter than they are and they need us to care for them. So, tell me, what is something YOUR human has done where he/she evidently did not think first??? Love, Beau

Woofie Representative

I have to say right now that I feel at least somewhat represented. Our president here in the U.S. has a woofie. Not only is his woofie a tuxie, but his name is Bo. For some reason I liked this woofie immediately...heehee. Even though he spells his name wrong, in my opinion, and we don't always agree on everything, he seems to be an okay dog. He learned how to shake paws to hands with humans, which I personally feel is very important for him to know in his position. After all, he will meet many important people and it's important to know the proper way to shake paws with their hands. Bo seems also to be very personable and friendly which I like, and makes him even better for his job. The only thing I don't like is his breed has something to do with water, and the only water I care to be around is what is in my bowl. I just hope while he's living in the big white house on the hill, he remembers to represent ALL animals and further our rights and welfare, make stricter laws for those who would harm us, and to do us all proud. Love, Beau

Indoor Rain

Mom heard bad dripping sounds in our kitchen, and rushed in to investigate. What she found was very bad news. The kitchen ceiling was raining water. And, there was water all over the kitchen counter and on the floor. I wanted to go in and help, but she wouldn't let me. That was just as well because I didn't want to get my paws wet, and I was kind of freaked by the whole thing myself. Mom got even more upset when she couldn't get hold of anyone responsible for the place above us...and the rain kept pouring in. Our wonderful neighbors next door, who sort of look after us and help us a lot, came to our rescue. Two of them helped mom get the water soaked up and another one helped mom move the (non-plugged in) electrical stuff. They even called their maintenance person to see if he could help, but he couldn't...but he was very nice to mom. What I hated the most was having soooo many people coming in and out of our place, even though I knew most of them. It started bothering me and fraying my nerves so I got hissy.
No one seemed to mind though. After all that mom and I were both very tired. I don't know what mom did. I took a nap. That was enough stress and excitement for the whole week!! Love, Beau

Boring Meals

Mom met a friend for dinner. Mom had Pete's za. She did NOT bring me back ANYTHING. I think this is soooo wrong. Mom goes out, has fun, and eats other food. I, on the other hand, am stuck inside, alone, and eat the same thing over and over and over again. I wish I could go out with friends, have fun, and eat other food. The least she could do is bring me something home. It's just not fair. I would like to know if anyone else has this same problem and, if so, how do you handle it. I would like to find a polydactyl that can type and send a complaint letter to someone complaining for me. Shouldn't this somehow be animal neglect??? I don't want it to be such an offense that mom and I are separated. I love mom and she does take the best care of me...I just need her to shape up in SOME areas. What do you think??? Love, Beau

Naps Naps and MORE Naps

When mom was gone a lot, I had to do lots more home patrols and keep watch over every thing. That meant my nap time was greatly decreased and greatly suffered. Now that mom is home for a long while, I can FINALLY catch up on my naps. It feels sooooooo good! My favorite napping place is my ham-mick. I spend a lot of time on it. Mom says sometimes it seems live on it, only getting up to eat, drink, and use my box. What can I say...it's comfy! Mom put some of my blankies and gizzies on it to make it extra comfy, so it's partly her fault...heehee. It's also right next to my climbing tower so I don't really have to get up much to stretch. I just lean over the side and scratch! AND, I keep a stash of toys under my bed so all I have to do is once again just lean over and swat one out from under my bed, then pick it up with my paw and play with it. It's a cat's life, and I love it!! Love, Beau

Mysterious Scattered Litter

Mom can't understand hoyw I manage to scatter paw fulls of pine litter all over our home. It amazes her how she can find pieces at the opposite end of our place, from my litterbox. Mom said it's not like sand litter that can easily get between my paw toes and fingers and get everywhere. The truth is it's not that hard. I have two methods. (My cat friends, please take note...heehee!) First, when done using the box and covering starts, I make sure that I position myself so that I kick in the direction of the door from the magic rain room (where my box is) to the van a tee room. Then, I kicked as hard as I can creating the most force catapulting litter into the next room. I knock as much from my box as possible! The next step is swatting the pieces all over the place, without mom noticing, to the rest of our home. The other method is not as easy but is less noticeable. When stepping out of the box be sure to scoop up some litter with one's paw and then gradually drop pieces of it, one at a time, as you go wandering through your home. This is how I manage to get litter everywhere! Hope this has been helpful and informative! Love, Beau

It Seems Like Forever!

It seems like forever since mom has helped me post, but when I looked at when my last post was it wasn't as long as I thought. Maybe I won't shred mom...just bite her a few times! As all of you know, I lost my good friend Oreo, and my beloved Ghost, AND mom got a boyfriend all about the same time...then boyfriend had a grand mal seizure at our place. Then after things started settling down with that some, mom started going through medical stuff because she's a dizzy blonde. The latest with all that is hopefully a) boyfriend will get to start driving again soon, AND he starts back to school Aug 31. (Pray for him please.) B) Mom is doing okay but still gets dizzy. The latest theory is that her ear crystals have moved out of place. Hopefully we will know more on that on September 23. As for me, I'm doing okay. I've been kind of lonely without Ghost and Oreo, and with mom being gone soooooo much....but I'm doing better. And, with boyfriend back in school mom won't get to see him as much which means more time for me.
I'm VERY happy about that! Mom, being the good mom she is, made me two more private places for me (which is a challenge in our place). She put a box with soft towels in it in the corner of the bathroom, and placed my sleeping bag on top of the chest of drawers in our closet. That way if it gets too noisy and or uncomfortable while she was gone, I have a quiet place to hide. Mom thinks of everything! I always knew, too, when mom was leaving because extra water and food were put out, extra litter was put in my box, and she packed her travel bag. That last part always made me the saddest. I always wanted to climb in and go with her. She keeps saying that hopefully someday I will, be so far I haven't been allowed. I'm just glad I've had all of you to keep me company. You are such good friends and I value your friendship!! It's good to be back!! Love, Beau