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Spotlight Thursday – Meet Charlee and Chaplin

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: We wrote a haiku about ourselves! Charlee and Chaplin
Two-toned cats in black and white
The Hipster Kitties

Age:  Charlee: We are exactly fifteen weeks old as of June 7th.
Chaplin: Yes, we’re still babies.
Charlee: Which I think means that nothing we do goes on our permanent records.
Chaplin: Yes, that’s right, Charlee. I looked it up.

Location:  Charlee: The San Diego area.
Chaplin: I thought it was Oceanside.
Charlee: Same thing.
Chaplin: Oh, okay.

Web/Blog Page:  Charlee: We wrote a free verse about it!
You can find us on Dennis’s Diary of Destruction
Which is at http://www.dennisthevizsla.com.
Although we should confess

That we haven’t seen Dennis destroy anything
Yet
Except for some scattered papers
That probably had it coming.

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents?  Chaplin: It was when we were being kept in a big crate in the foster care office at the shelter.
Charlee: We were very young and very small.
Chaplin: They kept wanting to hold us.
Charlee: I think my first thought was, “Put me down.”
Chaplin: My first thought was “Why are these people recording our meows? Is it because they know we’re a great poetry team?”
Charlee: Later, of course, we found out it was because they were playing the meows back for Dennis at his meal times, to prepare him for our arrival.
Chaplin: I don’t think he appreciated the poems.
Charlee: I think he appreciated the meals, though.

What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home?  Chaplin: Probably when they put up not one cat tree for us, but two cat trees.
Charlee: And a cat hammock with a scratching post!
Chaplin: You don’t commit to that kind of infrastructure for kittens who aren’t sticking around.

What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home?  Chaplin: Probably when I let Dennis start sniffing me. Once you have dog breath all over you, I’m told, you can never get elected Cat President.
Charlee: Being Cat President is overrated.
Chaplin: How do you know that?
Charlee: Next question please.

 Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why?  Chaplin: Totally mom, because she likes to lie on the couch under a fleecy blanket and I like to make biscuits on the fleecy blanket, so I spend a lot of time on her lap purring and kneading dough.
Charlee: Totally dad. And I didn’t even have to do anything, either, except have a mustache.
Chaplin: You do things. I’ve seen you purring and rolling around on your back asking for belly scratches.
Charlee: That’s so he can see that my mustache looks like a three-leaf clover when I’m upside-down. Extra cuteness points.
Chaplin: Brilliant.

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you?  Charlee: Mom and dad think we’re just hipster poet kittens, but we’re really hipster poet performance artist kittens.
Chaplin: We keep doing interpretive dance for them, but they don’t get it.
Charlee: Yes, they just think we’re just wrestling.
Chaplin: We wrote a limerick about it.

There once were two cats who were dancing,
Pirouetting and mewing and prancing.
The humans kept saying,
“Oh how cute, they’re playing!”
And missed all the choreographing.




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

 
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Posted by on June 22, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Dear Bacon

20140111-195437.jpgDear Bacon – It’s so hot!  I mean really HOT.  I can’t take it anymore.  I don’t even have the stamina to look for nuts.  I can’t even move from this limb.  Can you help a squirrel out?  Signed Hot in Atlanta

Dear Hot in Atlanta – I feel for you my friend.  It is so H.O.T. here in Atlanta.  I moved from my bedroom to the living room and was almost sweating.  I need winter back.  Come on over to the Hotel Thompson.  You can crash with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel in his air conditioned treehouse in the backyard.


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 Dear Bacon –  There is always that *one* family member that you just roll your eyes.  This is us trying to take a serious family picture for our dad for Father’s Day.  Do you see how well that worked out?  Stupid on the end has to make faces.  What to do my friend?  Signed Classy

Dear Classy – Snorts.  You know your dad might just appreciate that look on your siblings face.  I mean if he is the family clown – him looking serious might not be a fun picture.  I say go for it my friends.  It’s better to laugh than cry!


 20140111-195456.jpgDear Bacon – Rosie was having a bad day so I offered her a shoulder to cry on to get past her woes.  That was three hours and now she is asleep.  I don’t dare wake her but my shoulder – I can’t feel it anymore.  It’s past the tingling stage.  It’s now at the do-I-even-have-an-arm-there-anymore stage.  Have you ever been stuck like this?  Signed Big Brother

Dear Big Brother – You are the man my friend.  That was so thoughtful of you to have a leaning shoulder not only to cry on but to sleep on.  Of course, you can’t wake her.  After what she has been through – whatever that might be – a leaning shoulder from big brother will make all of the bad go away.  I’ve done it a time or two with Mouse Girl.  Awesome job my friend!


20140111-195508.jpgDear Bacon – There I was my fellow pig.  Eating my carrots and minding my own business.  That’s when it happened.  I heard the refrigerator door open.  You know that sound, right?  The sound of freedom. The sound that says the store is open.  Squeals!  There’s so many good things in that cold box.  Don’t you feel the same?  I couldn’t help but suck in air and squeal.  I wanna go shopping in that place!  What about you?  Signed Bandit

Dear Bandit – I feel you my fellow pig and squealer.  I love that huge cold box.  It has such mysteries of delights stored in it – from cold stuff to frozen stuff.  Once I opened the freezer and was sucking on ice cubes when mom busted me.  Why ice cubes?  Why not.  They tasted so delicious and were so cold in my piggy tummy!  Let me know if you get to go shopping in there.

 
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Posted by on June 20, 2017 in Bacon, Dear Bacon

 

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Spotlight Thursday – Meet Kessy

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:  Kessy – Though – which real name the cat has is a secret among the cat community.

Age:  Nearly 8 (7 years and ten months), yes I am a big girl, no kitten anymore, no matter what my female slave says.

Location:  Hannover, Germany

Web/Blog Page:  I do not blog, I am a snob, I am a deity, after all, I let blog – my female slave does blog, though.  inhannover.wordpress.com

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents?  Parents? Oh, you mean my slave? Strange fat human, why does she come over and disturb me in my basket when there are all the other cats she can interact with? Oh, she brings a present, good. Still, not showing too much appreciation, just a majestic nod – or what is the feline equivalent. Good, she leaves again.  Then a strange thing happened. The nice lady from the shelter shoved me into a basket (one of those things she took me and all my fellow inmates to the vet with) and brought me to a strange weird place. She let me out of the basket and I fled and jumped at the window, dang it was closed! But there was a second door. I sped past that fat human again and searched shelter under what I call now the big cat bed. There was a white and black tom, but he seemed ok-ish. He did not growl and not hiss. He just blinked. Cool guy. I settled there. I heard the slave say something to the not so nice any more lady from the shelter – and then they fell silent. We four waited with baited breath – but nothing happened. The humans let me be, The lady from the shelter even forgot me when she went home.  Later that day I heard the wood about my head creak and the tom went out and joined the fat slave on the bed. I jumped out and went into the third room of the apartment, where I found a Kessy sized cave, in which I curled up. All my friends were missing. Later at night I ventured back, the tom lay at the feet of the fat human. He was really friendly. The human spoke to me – so I fled again. That was my first day at the new home. And several days more.

What was  the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home?  When I hid from the human slave under the cover of the sofa and she brought me presents and laid them in front of the opening and then left me to it. Then I knew I had found my very own slave. She even played with me and gave me treats despite not being allowed to caress me at first.

What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home?   When I brought out a hairball on the freshly done covers on the big cat bed. I have done that several times, and the slave has the impertinence to try to shove me on the ground to vomit there. But most times she is too late.

 Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? There is only one slave at my home and she is firmly wrapped around my paw. Unless she decides to take me to the vet. She should know better by now. I have left some very stinky reminders for her that I do not like being put into that box and being brought there. Last time they even stole my teeth! My pride and joy! But apart from this strange affinity to the vet she is a good slave and gives me treats galore and plays with me. She even feeds me grass stems now that I find it difficult to plug them myself (your own fault woman).  Ok, my teeth hurt that much that I refused to eat, so maybe she did have a point.

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you?  That I am tiny at heart. I am only tiny compared to human bodies. I am a tiger – or a lioness …Or maybe it is my fur colour (color in your part of the world) – it appears to be rather black-ish – but I am mainly red-brownish – which the sun reveals.



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

 
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Posted by on June 15, 2017 in Spotlight Thursday

 

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Spotlight Thursday – Meet Noel, The Christmas Cat

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:  Noel, The Christmas Cat

Age:  10

Location:   Annapolis, Maryland, USA

Web/Blog Page:  http://dogdaz.com/

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents?  I was really scared and really sick, but the humans did not know that yet. I just wanted to hide. I had been on my own for 9 months already and all this commotion made me afraid. Then these humans took me from my cage into a box into a room where they made me feel better and they hugged me and loved me. I thought that this could be OK but I still was not sure about those humans.

What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home?  My new Mom held me for weeks and gave me medicine and held me more. Slowly, I realized that she was never going to let me go anywhere else and she was always going to take care of me and that this was my place forever. Mom is the only person that I let pick me up and turn me upside down like she did when I was first here at the Zoo and very sick. She protects me from the other animals in the house (especially that mean Stella cat) and makes sure I have safe places to call my own. If that is not home, what is?

What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home?   Mom says that I am not the sharpest tack in the pack (whatever that means). Because I have feline herpes and not socialized until almost a year old, she thinks that it provided me with special powers, unlike other cats. For example, I don’t like cat litter so I don’t use the same toilet as the other cats. It took awhile for me to teach Mom that I will use weewee pads in my preferred spots and though I still overshoot them from time to time, I don’t think that’s bad, is it? Truly, I don’t think about much. Mom doesn’t get mad at me ever because she knows that I am special. I live primarily in the living/dining room and kitchen (where the yummy stuff is) and mostly Mom has made it safe so that my big fluffiness can’t get hurt, or break too many things. I don’t really understand the “oh no, now I’ve done it” thing because everything I do is purrfect, for a cat like me. It is all the other cats that get in trouble or try to get me into some, but I am special, and I know to run and hide when they do stupid stuff like knock over plants or face off with the little dog. Not me! 

 Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? My Mom is the most important human in the house, as she says it should be. Everyone that lives here says that I am the most beautiful, sweet, giant white cat, they know and they all brush me (because I shed white stuff all year round) and pet me. I prefer Mom to all others but if one of my human family is sitting quietly on MY couch, I will talk to them and ask them for a brushing or a treat. Then usually I run away until Mom comes. I do like the big black dog, she is quiet too. I do my best to stay away from the pesky youngsters. Nine and Mini, who try to unthrone me from the top of the cat tree, or the blonde dog who chases me down the hall. The new little dog is smaller than I am, so I kind of think he is ok, but I am not sure yet.

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you?  People thank that I am aloof because I am scared. If they would just be quiet I will come to them (maybe). I have a special sense that tells me when it is ok to come out of my hiding spots. I am a keen judge of character and Mom uses me as a barometer to see if the kid’s friends are worthy of being on my couch. I am a simple cat, with simple desires, if people would just be patient.




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

 
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Posted by on June 8, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Dear Bacon

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Dear Bacon – Listen the water is fine my four legged pot bellied piggy.  Why don’t you come for a swim with me.  I’ll even teach you how to swim under the water.  I’m sure you will catch on fast.  What do you think?  Signed Mr. Friendly

Dear Mr. Friendly – Not that I don’t appreciate your well… friendness but I think I’ll pass.  For some reason, I think it’s better for this little oinker to stay on dry land, far away from the water and far, far away from your swimming lessons. Call it a premonition if you will.  But, carry on my friend and thank you… really.


20140330-183833.jpgDear Bacon – I see you – purr snicker.  I have my eyes on your activities good or bad.  I’m reporting back to that Evil Elf of yours Don Juan.  You just wait.  You’re going to get it when he comes out in November.  Signed The Watcher

Dear The Watcher – Really?!  It’s not bad enough that I have rogue elf that watches my every move, you’re going to as well?  Rolls piggy eyes and walks away.  This is so not fair in this oinker’s life.  Can’t we all just get along?  Snorts


 

20140330-183825.jpgDear Bacon – The nerve of our family vet.  Can you believe that (A) they had the nerve to come near my captains quarters with that proby thing and (B) they told my humans that *I* needed to go on a DIET?!  What in the world was he thinking?  Don’t my humans pay for his sound advice?  What kind of crap advice is this?  I think the look on my face tells you everything I think.  Signed Tiny

Dear Tiny – Oh dear.  That proby thing is awful.  It must be a torture device from centuries long ago.  Yep, that’s what I think.  And that look on your face.  Oh my.  You are certainly not happy.  And well… looks down at my pot belly.  I am one NOT to give any advice to you on that four lettered dirty word – D.I.E.T.  Shakes head – nope.  Not the one to do that at all my friend.


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Dear Bacon – I double kitty dare you to try this maneuver.  Heck, I triple meow dare you.  I dare you to put your back legs up over your head.  In fact if you can do this position, I will personally come over every day and give you a piggy massage – heck I’ll even clean up your room for you.  Signed Fear Factor Feline

Dear Fear Factor Feline – Really?!  That’s okay my furry friend.  That’s what I have my mommy for – massages and cleaning – snorts.  Let’s hope that cannon of yours doesn’t go off while you are bent legs over head.


 

20140330-183847.jpgDear Bacon – I hate it when I get into trouble here at my casa.  Can you believe that my humans make me face the couch and sit here in time out?  It’s so humiliating.  Signed Unhappy Pooch

Dear Unhappy Pooch – WOW my friend.  That is some look you have there facing your tomb of doom.  It’s just not right.  And to put you in this time out right in the middle of the living room where you can hear and see all of the fun activities going on around you.  Shakes piggy head and clicks tongue.  Nope, just not right.  I’m sorry pal.  Maybe when you come out of serving your time, you just ignore those humans.  Show them who is getting timeout there.  Don’t give them any affection.  None whatsoever… can you last like what five seconds?  Hang in there my bud!

 
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Posted by on June 6, 2017 in Bacon, Dear Bacon

 

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Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – ssss safety first is what I always hiss.  My human friend sss says the same thing.  You always buckle upsss the important things in your life when you get into the car.  Anipalsssss are no different.  Remember that my friend – ssss safety first.  Signed Mr. Slithers

Dear Mr. Slithers – Gulps – of course.  I agree strongly with you safety first.  That’s why I would *always* let you ride shot gun up front with the human – always.  In fact, I would go as far as saying I would always let you go with the human period.  I’ll just pass on this ride.  I get car sick at times anyway.  Safe travels to you and yours.  Gulps and slowly backs out of this letter.


Dear Bacon – My human must die.  There it is.  Plain and simple.  He put this stupid contraption on me and now I look like a cat.  Really?!  A cat?  That’s as creative as you can get my human?  Just wait until you go to sleep and you will go to sleep sometime.  Signed Jax

Dear Jax – Oh my piggy heavens.  Dude, your owner is very brave to dress you up like that and then to take you out in public and THEN to take your picture.  Clicking my tongue.  Yes you are right.  He must pay tonight.


Dear Bacon – That’s it.  We are ready.  It’s bad enough that we have cats chasing us around the house and inside of the house.  Now when we go out in the field, squirrels are trying to get us too.  This means war.  Bring on the hamster troops.  Cats and squirrels are going down!  Signed Troop End of Destruction

Dear Troop End of Destruction – Pardon me sir but I must ask.  Where do you find those cute little guns and fatigues??  Ok, I know you are trying to look tough but squeals with piggy excitement.  You are just way too cute to be making any havoc out there in the killing fields.  Can’t you solve this war without tragedies?  Come on.  I bet ya’ll can talk this out in a peaceful manner.  Sure  you can!  I have faith.  I can call Dr. Phil for you. I’m sure he can get you on the show.


Dear Bacon – There I was playing with Mr. Spock and all of a sudden his leg started to spontaneously shoot out white stuffing.  I’m not sure what happened but I knew we needed a medic STAT.  That’s where I jumped in with my scrubs and got to work patching up Mr. Spock.  He didn’t feel a thing during the operation.  And look, his leg will be fine in a couple of days.  It was a close call indeed Mr. Spock.  Signed Dr. Kirk

Dr. Kirk – I know that was a tough call my friend.  Thank goodness nothing beamed you up.  That would have been a tight predicament to be in and oh thank goodness you were on call for the surgery.  Can you imagine how Mr. Spock would look if you had to amputate his little leg?  The horror!


Dear Bacon – I have got to quick partying all night with the dogs in the neighborhood.  I’m not sure what people are putting in their commodes anymore.  We all went out for a few drinks and the next thing you know, I woke up like this.  Of course my friends took pictures to blackmail me with in the future.  I’m not sure what happened or what her name is.  I need help.  Really I do.  It was a ruff situation this morning doing the walk of shame.  Signed Fido

Dear Fido – Oh dude.  I would say you need therapy.  You gotta stop drinking the strange stuff in commodes.  You just never know what might be in there.  You don’t want a repeat of this night.  Oh my goodness.  Are you going to call her at least?

 
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Posted by on May 30, 2017 in Bacon, Dear Bacon

 

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Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – Please make my humans stop.  It rains a lot where we live.  They insisted on getting me this raincoat.  I see nothing funny.  Yet, my humans laugh their butts off every time they put it on me.  I don’t get it.  Signed Sluggo

Dear Sluggo – Shaking my head.  Pal, I have to say that raincoat says it all, especially with knowing your name now.  You humans have a wicked sense of humor indeed.  I wouldn’t be upset with them.  Go with it and have a blast in your raincoat.  Now, if they start laying down some salt where you walk, that’s where I would draw the line.  Snorts with piggy laughter – yeah – draw the line.


Dear Bacon – I went on Pet Harmony and signed up for some adventure in my life.  I don’t think this is what I had in mind for adventure.  I was thinking a little cat calling at night, maybe some fence walking, trash can tipping and singing to the Cat Gods.  I don’t think for some reason my user name helped me out with what I wanted.  Where did I go wrong?  Signed Chick Magnet

Dear Chick Magnet – Oh friend.  I think you might want to rethink that user name.  I think some of your fellow anipals to it too literally.  But then again, you can’t claim false advertising.  You are a chick magnet.  Who knew you could get that many chicks on top of you.


Dear Bacon – Sometimes you are born this way.  There could be a million reasons to make the perfect illusion but that would start a bad romance.  Til it happens to you, don’t hate the paparazzi.  They could make you speechless.  So keep that poker face my friend.  Signed Lady Kitty Kitty

Dear Lady Kitty Kitty – You do remind me of someone.  I just can’t put my hoof on it.  Maybe I’ll just dance and think on it for a while.  I love your look my friend.  It’s you and everyone is an individual.  Wear it with pride always!


Dear Bacon – I’m not sure why my humans woke up from bed, saw me, screamed and passed out.  I don’t get it at all.  They were watching television and fell asleep on the sofa.  I got bored so I crawled up on the ledge of the television stand and took a quick siesta myself.  I woke up and stretched I guess about the same time they did.  For humans, let me tell you, they can scream loud!  Signed The Ringer

Dear The Ringer – Dear Lord have mercy.  I think I would have lost my crap as well kitty.  Don’t you scare people or anipals like that again.  Do you not watch television at all?!  I gotta go now.  I think I tinkled myself.


Dear Bacon – Just wanted to give you a heads up on some sound relationship advice. Sometimes all it takes is one accessory to catch the ladies.  I find that the perfect hat can start a wonderful relationship.  You should try it sometimes my friend.  Signed Cowboy Up

Dear Cowboy Up – Oh my!  This sounds ideal for sure.  I think I will go shopping for some accessories.  How could a little piglet in a hat go wrong?  Thanks for the great relationship help my friend!

 


❤ Remember friends – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU.  Please continue to send your letters/pictures to me via email ❤

 
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Posted by on May 16, 2017 in Bacon, Dear Bacon

 

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