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Spotlight Thursday – Meet Beba and Barmalei

Spotlight Thursday

Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY.  This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better.  Some of them, you may already know.  We hope that you enjoy this series!


Name:  I am Beba. When our humans first saw us, they only wanted my brother Barmalei. But He picked me up and asked, “Who is this tiny ball of fluff that fits in my palm?” “This is Fluffy,” said the Rescue lady, – she seems to be fine now, but she was rescued two weeks later than the rest of the litter, and she was very sick. The doctor thought she would not survive. “ And He said to Her, “I am not letting this one go.”  So She said, “Fine, we’ll take both, but what kind of a name is Fluffy? She is so beautiful; let’s call her Bella – beautiful.”

(Later we found out that it was Her nickname when she was a child, given by Italian neighbors – ha! These humans – no imagination!).  He said, “But she is so small! In Odessa, every Bella is called Beba when she is little. Let’s call her Beba!” And you know what, I am a big cat now, but they still call me Beba! What happened to Bella, I want to know? Oh, and by the way, we don’t call our humans mom and dad because it would imply that we are children, and we are not! We are mature, responsible cats.

Beba, you? Mature? You are just as mature as He; both of you have ADHD, but at least he takes his meds! Mrrrr! Frrrr!  Beba – behave! Hi there, Bacon! I am Barmalei. As you have gathered, we call our humans He and She because they think they are our equals. I allow them to think so. When they met us, my name was Barak, but She thought it was disrespectful to the President, so they renamed me. Barmalei is what they call a boogeyman in Russia, and I am all black, like a real boogeyman. It does sound a little like Barak, so it was easy to get used to. Sometimes she also calls me Majestic and Super Intelligent, but I don’t think those are names.

Age:  We are 8 ½ years old. We are mature cats. Well, some of us are.  Frrrr!  Behave, girl!

Location:  We are South Beach kitties! Cats come from all over the world to have fun here, and we live here – are we lucky or what!  But we never go outside because it’s not safe.  Oh, but there is plenty to do inside, even though it’s just a little two-bedroom apartment. Swinging on curtains, tearing down drapes, scratching upholstery…

…eating Her roses …Yes, eating her roses – roses are delicious, especially the red ones! Mrrrr! And what about playing piano? I love music!  Well, I prefer helping in the kitchen or typing on the computer. We are not allowed on tables or counters, of course, but I can sit under the table and purr to inspire Her. I have a really loud purr, and She loves it! Sometimes I nudge Her elbow with my paw when She takes pictures, to give Her a better angle, of course.

You forget Friday Mornings! Mrrrr!  I never forget anything! Contrary to you and Him, I don’t have ADHD. I am superbly organized. I know that on Friday morning, I have to remind Her to serve us our favorite Chicken with Gravy dinner in a special fancy human dish on a human table, to honor Shabbos. Maybe She will remember, but She is always so busy before Shabbos, so I remind Her – in my full voice.

Web/Blog Page:  Oh, we don’t have one. We are not writing cats, we are South Beach beauties!  Manicure, pedicure, grooming, greeting guests – who has time for writing?   Talk about yourself, Beba. I am not a writing cat, but I am a reading cat and even a praying cat. When He prays at home, I inspire Him by turning pages in His prayer book. Anyway, we let Her engage in silly human pastimes like blogging. If you are interested, Her blog is https://koolkosherkitchen.wordpress.com/ , and she writes all kinds of funky stuff about food and cooking, and stories related to food and cooking. Other humans seem to like it, I guess, since she keeps  getting those “awards” which are things you can’t see, eat, or smell. I just wonder… Anyway, we support Her by providing inspiration and entertainment.  And beauty too! Mrrrr!

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents?   Thoughts? We were little babies! In our foster mom’s home there were other little rescued kittens, a whole bunch of them, so she was nice, but we weren’t getting a lot of attention. All of a sudden, here is this big man with gentle hands who calls me beautiful and the little lady who speaks cat language! She doesn’t really speak cat language, but we understand Her, and She understands us. We can hold an intelligent conversation. Some of us, that is. I do think that She is a kind of a cat, even though She looks like a human. She and I look alike, everybody says that.  

Mrrr! Me and Him look alike too! She says I have His green eyes.  And his ADHD, too.  Frrrrr! Slap! People with ADHD are smarter than everybody else! They have higher IQ, whatever that is – She says so!  That’s people, silly, not cats. You, for example, don’t even know proper grammar. Embarrassing, that.  Ah, whatever… Time to brush my tail…

What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home?  Let me say it! Let me say! They had our toys and they gave us new toys, too! I had a blast! There was no other kitten to grab my toys, and my brother is good that way; he never takes my toys away from me.   Well, I personally have never been much interested in toys. I do sometimes pick up that purple fluffy thing… A bird, brother, that’s a bird! … that was a bird before my sister tore it apart, and place it on Her couch as a little token of my love. You see, with me it was love from the first sight! With Her too, I know that! She asked me to kiss Her on the nose right away, and I did. I love settling myself on Her tummy when she is working, or reading, or watching that big screen that sometimes shows people singing. Oh, I love people singing! It’s called opera, and also musical, and I get off Her tummy and go sit down right in front of the screen. Then He says, “Barmalei, you are not transparent, we can’t see through you!” and I go back to Her, my one and only true love, and I kiss Her nose, and groom Her eyelashes with my paw, and let Her tell me how intelligent and majestic I am, and I purr so loudly that they can’t hear the music… I think He is a little jealous; after all She is His wife. I am only Her Familiar – that’s what He says.

Frrrrr! Nobody lets me groom their eyelashes! Not fair!  Because you scratch and bite, silly, and that’s why you get your manicures and pedicures.  But I only want to play! Mrrrrr! Anyway, a girl needs her mani-pedi, and I’ve trained them to provide regular beauty treatments for me! Aha!

What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home?   As a responsible individual, I have never done anything wrong. My sister, on the other hand…Oh you! Frrrrr! Slap! Who tells me to go taste the roses, and then I get in trouble, and you just sit there, as if you don’t know what’s happening? And who wakes me up by touching my whiskers and then runs away? Of course I have to chase you, and if I break a glass or two on the way, it isn’t my fault!  

Ah, you poor innocent! Who made a hole underneath the mattress and hid inside for hours, until She almost had a heart attack, and He was giving her that medicine that would make us drunk if we were allowed to have it? Who goes and does her necessary in the hallway if your meowjesty’s litter box is not cleaned right this moment?  That’s it. I’ll get into my hole in the mattress and cry.   Oh, come on, Beba, you know everybody loves you! We are doing an interview, and you will be a big star, bigger than Emma Stone!

Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? Him!  Him, for sure.  He does not chase me off the dining room table where the roses are. And He lets my brother get on the table, too, and turn the pages for Him. He climbs up and hangs the drapery back every time I swing and tear it down.

You have to remind Him to refill our food and water bowls, and He doesn’t understand us, but She does, and She makes sure to translate for Him. She is strict. When She catches me on the table, all She has to do is to say my name, and I am off, pronto!  

But we eat treats out of her hand every morning!  Yeah, but She wouldn’t give them to us at any other time, even when we are very good! Mrrrr!  Beba, I am always good.  Frrrr! Mrrrr! Slap!

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you?  Oh, this one is funny! When they see my brother for the first time, some of them get scared. And he is the gentlest, sweetest, most sociable cat around, and he loves to greet guests, but he is black, and some humans think it’s scary, and then they call me silly – imagine!

 Unfortunately, this is true. It takes time for them to get used to me, but some of them still don’t want to play with me – pity! They want to play with my sister, a gorgeous fluffy fur ball, but they don’t realize that she scratches and bites. Granted, she thinks she is playing, but humans get hurt. Now, I never scratch or bite, but they don’t trust me. Oh well, I am too proud to complain. I am Majestic, I take good care of my sister, and I have my only true love. Life is beautiful.




Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!

 
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Posted by on March 30, 2017 in Spotlight Thursday

 

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Paw Time with Houdini


Barks!  Hey sweet friends.  How are you doing?  I must tell you about my adventure over the weekend.  It was most interesting for sure.  Last Saturday mom went to go feed me my breakfast and guess what?  I wouldn’t eat it.  Nope.  I looked at her and sat down on the floor.  Mom knew right there and then something was wrong.  Mom’s always know, right?  She picked me up and I put my head on her shoulder just staring in her eyes.  I was trying to use my doggy psychic powers and let her know what was wrong.  Mom woke up daddy and told him to get dressed that we were going to the V.E.T.  Now, mom doesn’t think I can spell but I knew what she was saying.  And at that point, I didn’t care.  Mom kept saying she and dad were going to make me all better and I believed them.

At the vet’s office, I was the first one back for the day. I got to see my regular doctor.  Of course there was the alien probe and then the touchy feeling all over my body.  The doctor even tried to feed me and I wouldn’t eat.  Then he looked at mom/dad and said he knew exactly what was wrong.  What was it you ask?  I had a bad sinus infection in my throat.  Who knew?!  Of course it makes sense now.  I got a shot in my rump for my sick feeling to my tummy and some allergy pills.  Let me tell you friends, that shot did wonders.  We were half way home and it was like my tummy flipped and I felt so much better already!  I couldn’t help but give mom/dad kisses for making me better.  And during this pollen season outside, guess who will be taking allergy pills – moi!  I’ve had several now and I feel so good – no more sneezing for this pooch.

Now I leave you with a repeat on Jokes with Dad.  We didn’t have time to get any new ones done this week.  But never fear, I will corner dad down this weekend and got a bunch of new ones.  Hope you have an awesome weekend friends.

 
 

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Paw Time with Houdini


Hello sweet friends.  Houdini here.  Or should I say Spider Houdini – barks with puppy laughter!  A couple of weekends ago I was getting ready to go to the spa.  I picked out my Spiderman hoodie to wear… cause you know I’m a tough guy like that.  I mean heck look at my face.  Wouldn’t you be shaking in your shoes if you saw me coming?  Of course you would ❤  And see, mom says I was shaggy so I had to go to the spa and get groomed.  I didn’t get upset over that – she tells daddy the same thing sometimes – HA!

And speaking of daddy – I now leave you with Jokes with Daddy.  Enjoy my friends and have a great weekend!

 

 

 
 

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Bedtime at the Hotel Thompson

Bedtime.  Doesn’t that one word make you smile?  Bedtime means a lot of things to a lot of different peeps and anipals.  Some love the thought of sleep and bedtime.  While others can’t stand the thoughts knowing they will have another restless bout of insomnia.  Mom and sleep are like frenemies.  She loves to sleep however sleep doesn’t love her.  Now with the exercise she has been doing lately, sleep comes easier these days than what it once did.  And thank goodness mom doesn’t sleep walk anymore – that’s entirely different posting than today’s – trust me on that – snorts with piggy laughter.

Today I want to talk about bedtime.  You know that one moment at night when bedtime is called and everyone rushes around trying to ‘get ready’ for bed.  Now, let me start by asking this question to you.  At the Hotel Thompson, when it comes time for bed who is the last in bed every night?  Is it moi, Houdini, Hemi, mom or dad?  Go ahead, guess and right that name down.  I’ll wait.  Taps hooves – insert Jeopardy music while waiting.

Finished?  Okay let’s proceed.  Now, mom is usually the one that calls bedtime.  She works and is on a strict sleep schedule with the same routine every night.  That helps her with her insomnia and sleep walking.  Pretty much when she goes to bed, we all go to bed.

Mom tells me to get ready for bed and I’m a good boy.  I will waddle out, do my business and get in my toddler bed in my bedroom waiting for mom to tuck me in for the night.  Usually she brings me a small treat.  So yeah I’m going to be a good boy for mom.  Wouldn’t you?  And I’m not a dumb pig.  Sometimes mom will rub my back until I fall off to sleep.

That brings us to Houdini.  That word bedtime is almost like snack time to that kid.  He will rush down the hall and beat mom to the bedroom.  He jumps on the bed and snuggles down in his blanket and is usually counting dog bones before anyone else

That Houdini is almost part cat I do believe.  He takes a gazillion naps a day and still sleeps throughout the night.  Mom says its because he plays so hard when he is awake and with all of that energy – he zonks out better than any of us.

Hemi.  Well Hemi is a lot of things but when you call bedtime he is there.  He will get him a drink of water, go potty and then tap-tap down the hallway to mom/dad’s bedroom taking his place with royalty at the top of the bed on his pillow.  He lets nothing get in his way during his night time ritual.  And if anyone is in his spot, he will push them away.  I mean heck, he let’s us all know that he is king here at the Hotel Thompson.

Alright then let’s check on things.  Who thought it was one of us anipals who was the slowest in getting to bed at night?  Go ahead, raise your hand.  You can lower them now.  You would be wrong.  It is *not* one of us anipals – shocker huh?  And we all know it can’t be mom.  I mean heck with her sleep problems, she has to be spot on in getting to bed the same time every night…. unless it’s the weekend or a special outing.  Other than that, she has brushed her teeth, put all of us anipals to bed, taken her medicine and is in bed with her head on her pillow counting sheep.

Dad is the culprit.  So who guessed dad?  You would be correct!!  Mom said that telling dad that it’s bedtime is like telling a 2 years to get ready for bed.  And trust me friends, I have watched and can confirm this.  Even us anipals look at daddy like really?  Now we know dad is a grown man and can go to bed anytime he wants.  But if mom let him, he would stay up all night watching old movies on television which is fine on the weekends but during the week we all have schedules to maintain.  So don’t take this too serious folks – we area all snortable anipals and peeps here at the Hotel Thompson – by all means you do know our sense of humor.  With that being said though, this is how it usually goes here at night during the week:

9:00PM – Okay kids, let’s start getting ready for bedtime.  That’s usually when all of anipals get up and do our business while mom bushes her teeth and takes her medicine.

9:05PM – Dad hasn’t moved from the sofa that he’s sleeping on.  Mom touches dad shoulder, wakes him and tells him to get ready for bed.  He grumbles ok and stirs slightly.

9:15PM – Mom has finished up, puts us all to bed, gives us kisses and goes back to wake dad again.  She then goes to wash her face.

9:20PM – Dad starts to move.  Slowly goes to put on pajamas.

9:25PM – Mom is finished and goes to the bedroom to put on her jammies.

9:30PM – Dad decides he needs a drink and goes to the kitchen.  Then he decides he needs to take his medicine so he goes back to the bedroom to get it and back to the kitchen for another drink.

9:45PM – Dad *finally* comes back to the bedroom and then has to get the night time medicines ready for him and mom for the next night.  (There’s only four pills – two for the each of them – but dad takes a lifetime to do it as we all hear mom tell him).  Laughter can be heard from mom/dad.

10:00PM – Dad decides he then has to go to the bathroom to brush his teeth and go potty.  In the meantime, mom is in the bedroom setting dad’s side of the bed (they have a Select Comfort and he likes it 100 – talk about sleeping on concrete – WOW).  Then mom pulls the sheets down and climbs into bed all the while fussing at daddy to hurry up and that molasses are faster than him.

10:15PM – FINALLY daddy comes back to the bedroom chuckling and saying that he is not slow and that mom is just fast.  Rolls piggy eyes – that starts more laughter.  Then daddy finally gets into bed and him and mom find hands to hold.  Why?  Because once upon a time a very long time ago mom/dad read about how otters sleep holding their mates hands so they don’t drift apart.  Every since then, mom/dad hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift apart.  Cute huh?   They talk about each other being their otter and how much they love each other.  More giggles and a kiss goodnight.

 
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Posted by on March 10, 2017 in Bacon, Hemi, Houdini

 

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Paw Time with Houdini


Hello sweet friends.  I hope that you have had a fabulous week.  I’ve been doing what I enjoy most – stretching out on some comfy blankets and sleeping… you know in between the other important things in my life like eating, more sleeping, playing and of course more sleeping.  Hey, a dog has to have plenty of rest to protect the home.  And you know it’s hard work trying to make sure the daddy stays on top of things here at the crib while mom is off at the worky place.

And when mom is at home – especially on the weekends – she has been doing a lot of cleaning and what she calls decluttering.  Sometimes I just want to tell her to sit down and take a nap.  Really, she looks like that cartoon character that’s always buzzing around.  This will end soon, right?  Dad calls it nesting.  I call it deranged.

So with that being said, I leave you today with Jokes with Daddy.  I hope you enjoy my friends and have a great weekend.  Remember to get some rest!

 

 
 

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Paw Time with Houdini


 Hello sweet friends!  How was your week?  Ours here at the Hotel Thompson are getting back to somewhat normal now.  I’m telling you, last weekend mom came so close to losing her mommy mind with the delivery guys.  We learned an important thing here about mom.  She has been walking enough now that you don’t mess with her ‘regular’ days of walking.  It kind of gets on her last nerve as she referred to it to daddy.  Now we can look back at it and laugh at some things – which I still say daddy should have video taped but didn’t.  For some reason having a southern gal lose her patience was kind of funny to me, daddy and the other anipals here.  Mom laughs now – thank goodness!  Barks with puppy laughter.

Tomorrow I’m going to the spa.  I can’t wait!  I need some tender loving massages on my back and butt.  What?  Don’t you like massages too?  I don’t mind the bath or the dryer if I can get my massage.  They feel so good on my back.  Hey, it’s hard work barking and protecting the Hotel Thompson from people that don’t belong here… you know like the postman, the UPS guy, the Federal Express guy and especially the delivery guys.  I told mom all she had to do was put me on the floor and give me five seconds with the washer/dryer delivery guys.  I would let them know how unhappy we were for waiting.  But mommy said no.  Spoilsport.

So my friends, I leave you today with Jokes from Daddy.  Hope you enjoy and have an awesome weekend!!

 

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Paw Time with Houdini


HA!  You knew daddy had to be behind this shirt literally and figuratively, right?  He said this shirt has both of us written all over it.  I barked.  Mom said she should get daddy a matching shirt.  Now that’s funny.  Today we are suppose to get our new washer and dryer.  I hope so.  Maybe mom can calm down a bit afterwards and maybe then we can have a better weekend than we had last weekend.  I hope so anyway.

I heard mom talking to a neighbor last night.  Mom was holding me and said neighbor told mom that I had legs.  No way!  Get out of here.  I have legs?!  Did you know that?  Anyway said neighbor told mom she should take me for walks…. on a leash.  Really?  I wanted to tell this said neighbor to take herself for a walk on a leash.  Really?  Stay out of my business please and thank you.  The gall of this person.  Mom kept her cool though.  She told said person that I could go for a walk but she would have to carry me back cause you know this cute little body is not made for long walks.  No way!  That’s why I have me a puppy carriage.  I walk in style… or should I say I get pushed in style.  Barks and rolls with puppy laughter.

 
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Posted by on February 24, 2017 in Houdini, Jokes with Daddy, Paw Time with Houdini

 

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