One Eye on the Future

The guy on the right is my DadKatt.  He is wonderpurr.  He scoops our boxes daily.  When MomKatt is late coming home from work at night - or for any other reason she cannot be home to feed us, as that's her job like the litterboxes are his job - he dishes our food out, changes our water, talks to us & cleans our bowls after we feast on gooshy food. He takes great care of "his" cats, Sasha & Boudicca, and is always distressed to hear of a friend who loses a beloved pet.  He has a big, soft heart - I know because he said "Yes" when MomKatt wanted SOOOOOO much to adopt me!  He loves me, doesn't care that I have only one eye and says I'm beautiful. I mean, ladies, what MORE could a girl want from a guy?  Isn't it sad that EVERY kitty does not have a DadKatt like mine! So HAPPY DADKATT'S DAY to my dad, Gary. And a very Happy DadKatt Day to Mr. Bill Cain, the gentleman (and MomKatt & I mean that in the fullest sense of the word) who...

Meowlo, Peeps! Today is Thursday and, in keeping with my MomKatt's overweening passion for alliteration, we've named today's entry "Thursday's Torture Target".  As you can see, the recipient of my attentions this time is NOT a fruit.  Heck, it isn't even REAL!  BUT ...  It has FEATHERS! So, today a catnip carrot bears the brunt of my kitty wrath.  It takes the stickings from my thunderous paws without whine or whimper; it wilts imperceptibly at the onslaught of my slight fish breath, brought on by consuming the fish-flavored treats that MomKatt had dispensed to me only moments before and ...  Well, after all that, it's in for a serious & detailed licking & grooming ... PS - Don't I have a really nice profile? PURRS! Selina PS - Note from MomKatt:  Less than 5 minutes after these pictures were taken this morning, Selina was found under that same chair by me, and she was, indeed, administering a FURIOUS grooming to said c...

Ahem, ahem ... " A POEM " ... with illustrations ... by Selina (that's me). (Pics courtesy of MomKatt 'cause I can't sign onto her iPhone ... yet ...) One banana, Two banana, Three banana,  Four! Five banana, Six banana, Seven banana, (You'll love this next one ...) FLOOR! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Oh, I just crack myself up! Orange you glad I didn't say "banana" again? MOL! MOL! Did you find my poem "ap-PEAL-ing"? Wait, I can't hear you - I have a banana in my ear! (MomKatt told me these lines were funny, honest!) PURRS! Selina (the EXTREMELY silly this morning, for some reason ... )

It all started SO innocently.  A young woman: And her banana: This past fine Saturday morning, the young woman had taken the banana and placed it lying sideways on her dining room table, on top of a Laurel Burch place-mat, intending to eat it for her healthy mid-morning snack, along with a nice, fresh cup of coffee. Of course, the innocent young banana had no way of knowing the fate awaiting it.  But it is a fate common to many such bananas in today's world.  And the young woman was known to be a kind person - she wouldn't wish the unwitting fruit to suffer needlessly.  No, no, no.  Its demise would be as quick and painless as possible.  No one need suffer - least of all, the banana. But life takes mysterious turns.  Look the other way, become even slightly distracted, go into another room for only a few minutes - even LESS than a few minutes - and in such a short space of time, whole lives can alter irretrievably, irrevocably ... irreparab...

(In the photo, I'm on the top, and Morticia is next to that flat shoe-thing of MomKatt's.) Me:  What do you think, Morticia? Morticia: I dunno ... they wear them on their feet all the time but  MomKatt says she hates 'em, that she's from the beach & I know she'd rather be barefooted 'cause she kicks these off the second she gets in the house! Me:  Boudicca was lovin' on 'em earlier.  Are you trying them out? Morticia:  Yes.  (*nudges shoe*)  But I think it's overrated.  Besides, look who you're talking about here.  You know Boudicca's into strange smells. Me:  Yeah, that's not much of a recommendation.  Well, don't bother with 'em.  Aren't you glad WE don't have to wear 'em? Morticia:  I know THAT'S right!  Besides, MomKatt would be spending most of her salary getting FOUR of these things for all of us!  MOL!  C'mon, let's go poke around DadKatt's sock drawer!"  

Alright MomKatt ... s'riously?  You've totally messed up my blog page!  I know, I know, you're struggling.  Google/Blogger isn't the best of platforms ... not that intuitive ... but couldja at LEAST center the title, for Bast's sake??? Do you FEEL me lookin' at you???? Honestly ... it's SO hard to get good help nowadays ... *sigh*  Maybe I should find another two-legger staffing agency ..... Purrs Selina

Yeah, we measured. 49 inches. THAT is how high I jump when I jump from the kitchen counter to the parapet.  (See my June 5, 2012, blog entry if you're confoosed at this point.) Actually?  It's 49-1/2 inches.  But MomKatt cautioned me about sounding too pedantic.  (This from HER.  She's the biggest pedant I know!  She fusses about misspellings on public BILLBOARDS and loses sleep over a misused apostrophe in "it's" versus "its'"!  And she's worried about ME sounding pedantic?  MOL) ANYway ... So ... 49.  Yeah, it's how I roll.  Let's retire that number, shall we? PURRS! Selina