A Tough Weekend

I am sorry to report our peaceable kingdom was ransacked this weekend by The Torturer.  Every once in a while, The Lady has an overnight guest.  He looks like a cutie pie human but don't let that fool ya.  He is a feline's worst nightmare. 

                                                 

 When he is visiting we dare not lie leisurely in the sun or eat with our backs to the room.  Plus we know sleeping with The Lady in our normal spots is not gonna happen...Not with The Torturer flailing around all night like a mad dog.  Anyway, we each took refuge in various ways. 

I climbed: (which I think is a great survival tactic):

                                          

Daisy sought protection from Aslan:

                                       
And Jasper, being the secret agent man, tried out his camouflage technique:

                                         
Due to our cleverness, we once again survived The Torturer.  Naturally we needed to have an uneventful sleep filled day to recover.  But here is the worst part of all....after a night of hyper vigilant terror, we were subjected to what The Lady calls "pilling".  The Lady says we all had worms in our poop...I can see this might be true for Jasper since he comes from Who Knows Where and has a Secret Past.  But Daisy and I are clean as a whistle, our grooming habits are impeccable and neither of us picks our noses.  Hey...and NONE of us has fleas...go figure.  Worms...horrors!  I just can't fathom this.  But anyway, The Lady and her Loyal Friend (who you haven't met yet), wrapped us in towels and shoved stuff down our throats...GAG, RETCH, YOWL....Ah...well...it is over and best forgotten. 
 
 I have to say that if My Best Friend had been here, NONE of the above might have happened.  But, for now, The Torturer is gone.  The worms are dieing.  Until the next unexpected alteration of our days, we can relax.  I speak for all of us in wishing you a lovely Sunday and a week of good hunting.

Ghost Hunter and Secret Agent

Ah!  A nice sunny Sunday here in the wine country of Sonoma County...(The Lady wanted me to tell you that.)  Personally,  I don't give a yowl about wine...and neither do the others.  But we are really smitten with lounging in the spring sunlight.  My Best Friend has been here overnight and she took some photos of me and Jasper working at some of our jobs.  In our family, I am the one who takes charge of all bird related actions and paranormal events.  Here is a photo of meoooowaaa in pursuit of a ghostly apparition.

                                      
                                  
My new brother, Jasper, is an enigma.  He came to live with us after we met him at the local feed store.  He was there, confined in a wire cage.  The Lady and My Best Friend liberated him immediately (they had been searching for a large marmalade beast for months to no avail).  He was "the right one", according to The Lady.  My question is, "The right one for who or what?"  Anyway, we know NOTHING ABOUT HIS PAST.  He is a secretive sort of fellow, hiding, to do who knows what in the privacy of dark spaces.

                                                                                    

Today we wish you all a sunny snoozy Sunday.  And for those of you still shivering in the dregs of winter, there is hope and genuine solar warmth just over the horizon!

                                     

Jasper's High Coo #1

                                                          
                                                             Look at great hunter
                                                         Purring louder than a truck
                                                               Biting his mousie. 
                                               

                              
                                                  Do you like my beautiful handsomeness?

Daisy

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.

                                      


                                    

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 biter..it'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.

TREASURE HUNT

Hi Friends,  Today was a lucky day for me and my new brother Jasper.  When The Lady left on her hunt this morning she was careless in a very advantageous way for us.  She left a kitchen cabinet door ajar just enough for me to slip in a paw sooooo....we did some exploring and came a way with a very loverly Peacock feather.  It was a lively fella and it took both of us to bring 'im down.  But he is a done deal now...a mere remnant of his former glory.  I wish I could share a picture of our kill with you but The Lady has yet to retrieve her camera from The Daughter...she promises soon to bring more pictures on board of  Me (ow), Daisy, and Jasper...and some of our more favorite people, places and things...I would really like to share a picture with you of the inside of Jasper's ears...I love Jasper's ears....

FOGGY AND OUT OF FOOD

Well, The Lady didn't go hunting yesterday so the cupboard is bare.  I have attempted to rectify her error with reminders; tipping water glass, singing loudly, and dancing her tummy but...all to no avail.  I am about to resort to some face licking which is a true regression and humiliation for someone of my stature...geez.....