AACK!

Suitcase on bed. Trouble ahead. Mom on go. Cats feel woe.

Whistle

Big news here: Dubby got a new collar. His Christmas collar with polar bears was worn out. Mom got a red collar with beach balls printed on it. She got him to wear the new collar by telling Dubs it was an "Easter" collar.

Dubby loved his blue collar so much because of LMK. Mom says she will let Andy wear the old collar because Andy loses his collar every week or so.

We wear collars so our people can hear us. Besides, we look great!

Fish's collar is over a year old. It looks brand new. Fish believes in good grooming.

I believe in birthdays (MINE!) and Greenies.

Love,

Whistle


Hey! Are any of your people getting out suitcases for next week to go on a ruse?
Lots of talk around here about it.

We told Dubby he had to dress up as the Easter Bunny because he's the youngest in the family!!! He is hiding until next Monday, he says.

A Poem by Whistle

A temper do I have me now,
Upon my furred and whiskered brow,

No one wilt play with me this day
I'd soon they banish all away,

No bathtub bashing,chase or bite,
For this poor puss...wailing plight.

by Whistle because Prof. Whiskers made us write poetry which is stupid because cat poetry involves the whole cat's movement and subtle meowing, not words in "meter". I am being prepared for a cat world that does not exist! I do not care for Cat Academy!

Rules and Rules and More Rules

I am sick of rules!

I am a Cat. What's with the rules?

Prof. Whiskers won't let us use LOL Cats spelling.

Mom says "Stop scratching the furniture!"

Mr. C. says, "Get out of my closet!"

Fish says, "Leave me alone!"

Dubby says, "It's TIME to PLAY WITH ME NOW!!!"

Sick of rules! I need a cruise!

Whistle

Oh Rats!

Aunt LLS has a suitcase on her bed. She's putting stuff into it and will go back to her cats tomorrow.

She gave me a long cat massage today. I don't even feel my old sports injuries from chasing mice, beating up Fish and running madcap through the house late at night.

I feel like a new cat!

I wish she could live with us. She gave us Greenies today! I got most of them!

Sadly,

Whistle,

Greenies, the Preferred Treat of this Blog

Here are the rules:
Hey! My pal, Cub, over at cubpoppy.blogspot.com invited me to play this game.
I saw a movie about white stuff on the ground at his bloggage. He touched it with his paws! I don't understand. But, anyway...

1. You have to post the rules before you give your answers.


2. You must list one fact about yourself beginning with each letter of your middle name. (If you don't have a middle name, use your maiden name or your mother's maiden name).

3. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag one person (or blogger of another species) for each letter of your middle name. (Be sure to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged.)



My middle name is "the Cat". It's a family name and was my cat mom's maiden name, too.

T terrific, 'nuf said!

H handsome, totally.

E energetic, strong and healthy!



C courageous, I bravely go where no other cats have gone before, like the mantle piece and kitchen cupboards.

A alliances, I'm good with other animals

T talented, I stand to get a Greenie. I know how to hide, charge, catch cat toys
and I'm a good student at Prof. Whiskers Cat Academy.

I tag Dubby who has a middle name. I don't know who else to tag. Tag yourself, people and pets!

Cub, you are good dog!

Love,
Whistle