Beginners Catblog Message

Hello to all,
Please bear with us while we learn the ropes of Cat Blogging. My paws are rather awkward since The Lady needs to trim my claws (as if I would let her). We need all of you to help us figure out how to fix up our blog house. Where is the tuna? And...the litter box? We will be bringing on board some more handsome photos of me and a few snaps of my siblings (just little ones) as we are able to get The Lady or My Bestfriend to help us. I guess this is all for now because the heater just came on and I want to go fluff my furs. Purry Happy to meet you! Frankie

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Jasper's High Coo #1

                                                             Look at great hunter
                                                         Purring louder than a truck
                                                               Biting his mousie. 
                                                  Do you like my beautiful handsomeness?

Sunday, March 27, 2011


Good day...I would like to introduce myself.  My name is Daisy and I live on Frank's Corner.  In fact, I have lived here long before it was Frankie's place.  My brother, Jack, and I were born in a lumber yard on December 1st, 2006 (which is also The Lady's birthday!).  Soon after, we left our mom and moved in with The Lady.  We had a nice life together, exploring and cuddling until a very sad thing happened.  With no warning, my brother passed on...shocking us all with his departure.  Jack was a very sweet boy, always tending to my grooming and teaching me how to protect myself  (at least he tried).  I will always miss him.

And now....oh dear...what can I say without being too punitive...Well, I am a peace loving sort of puss and Frankie is definitely not like a loving brother to me.  Early on I learned that he is a dirty fighter...goes in for the kill when it is just suppose to be rough housing.  The Lady says he never learned manners because he was an only kitten with an immature mother.  I think she is being kind.  My impression is that he is an ornery bully.  BUT he is my family now and I am doing my best to make do.  I kind of like him when he is sleeping.

Just last month we took in a new brother.  Jasper the marmalade king is a mystery tom with much better manners than Frankie.  I will tell you more about him later.

FRANKIE HERE:  Believe what you want to believe...But do I look like the mean guy she is describing?  Would The Lady live with a mean guy?  Come on...Daisy is such a Drama Queen Kitty.  Hang in there....cause I will be the one to tell you about Jasper...after I finish teaching Daisy a lesson.



Saturday, March 26, 2011

My Rough Start

Hi, I am back!  It takes some time to get The Lady to pay attention to my creative urges or I would have been with you sooner.   I want to tell you all more about how I came to be the lucky guy I am today.   I had a rough start; only kitten of a teenage feral mother, living in a horse trailer, nursing a dry teat....good thing I don't remember but I have heard the stories...

....I was  born in Sandpoint Idaho, the only kitten of a Calico cutie.  She was a wild one (that is why I tend to be a bit of a's in my genes).  The story goes that My Best Friend found me and my mom.  It was love at first sight and she decided to save my life...right then and there.  She cuddled me up and took me to a vet.  Then she bought a nice satchel and I took my first and only plane ride home with her to California.  I really like that girl and she smells good and she is soft.  THEN, unbeknownst to me, the plan was for me to go live with her Grammy, The Lady.  The Lady's cat, Jack, had just passed suddenly from a cardiac arrest.  My Best Friend new that somebody as amazing as me would surely heal her Grammy's broken heart.

You can see above the picture of when The Lady and I met. She adored me, of course.  But soon after, we went through a rough patch because I got Montezuma's Revenge from weaning and traveling and what not.  NEVER have I had such a sore patookie as then!   But The Lady gave me a sitz bath and applied a soothing balm...(excuse me, is this too personal?) and I recovered quickly.  I did not miss my mother or the horse trailor and have lived an interesting and fulfilling life since then.  Here is a picture of me flying the friendly skies.


Geeezzz Lady! NOT THAT ONE!