Hurricane Sandy

We are hoping all our cat friends in Sandy's path are OK. We're fine here, just some cold air. Stay safe. We're purring for you.

Locked in the garage!

Can you believe it? Dad's little girl, Josie, slipped past him and into the garage without him noticing, and she spent the night in the dark garage. Mom and Dad are feeding the neighbor's cats, and Sunday morning Dad was walking back to the house and heard someone meowing from in the garage. He rushed into the house and poor Josie was locked in there in the dark. He gave her lots of love and treats. It looks like her rescued her, but we all know he's the one who locked her in there in the first place. Dad's now on cat-count duty before the garage door gets closed.

Our 8th blogoversary

Yesterday was our eighth blogoversary. I had hoped to make a post yesterday, but it got a little hectic and I couldn't get Mom or Dad to take a break from their day to help me type.

Looking back, I really can't believe this has lasted for eight years, but I'm so happy it did. This blog began as a fun place to post a couple of fun pictures before flickr was big. Shoot, there weren't even comments on Blogger, we had to use haloscan. But this amazing group of cats has grown and grown, and although I don't get to post and visit as much as I used to or would like, I'm still just thrilled to be a part of the Cat Blogosphere.

Wednesday night Mom and Dad had friends over to help carve pumpkins, which reminded Mom of one of her favorite pictures:

When the blog first started, Huggy Bear and Josie were two out of four kittens who were hanging out by our apartment. Mom and Dad carved their pumpkins, and got pictures with the kittens and the pumpkin. It remains one of her favorites. Look how little they were!

Anyway, thanks for sticking with me all these years. I look forward to seeing what adventures are yet to come, and what friendships are waiting to be made.

Cat Bounce

OK, we're having a little too much fun watching this website.

Mom vs vishus deer

So Mom got back on her bicycle last night and dragged Dad around Fort Jackson for some exercise. With their schedules, night is really the only time they can ride, which works because Fort Jackson is pretty safe to ride on, and at night there are very few cars to get in the way. Well, last night Mom was riding (way ahead of Dad because he can't quite keep up -- he blames his bike). As Mom is riding, Dad can see a deer standing in the middle of the road. Mom kept riding, thinking the deer would scamper away. Well, Mom got nearly within 10 feet of the deer before the silly thing could make up it's mind what to do. It turned, hopped, and went running off across Mom's path. Mom said she thought it was going to run into her for a second, right before it went away.

Once, Dad had a deer run alongside him for a few seconds, but going the opposite direction, before jumping a fence and taking off. Always an adventure at the base.

This past weekend, Mom and Dad went to Knoxville for the Tennessee-Alabama football game (boo -- the bad Bama team won). But on the way home they drove through the Smoky Mountains. Mom hoped to see some bears, but no luck. But they did see a herd of elk in a field as they came out of the mountains in North Carolina. There was one male and nine females or babies. I'll try to get some pictures up to show you. They were territorial, but fortunately not vishus.

National Feral Cat Day

Today is National Feral Cat Day. I was not a feral cat. I was actually born in a shelter. But Josie, Huggy Bear, and Maggie were on the verge of feral before Mom and Dad rescued them. And Mom and Dad befriended a lot of the feral cats in our old apartment complex before we moved. One was midnight, a solid short-haired black cat who started greeting Dad when he came home from work. Midnight would on rare occasions actually let Dad pet him. This cat fought off a fox that was coming around our are, which is when Dad started looking out for him because Midnight got nicked a little and Dad didn't want him getting sick. Although Mom and Dad would never really clean his scrape up, they could make sure he had food. Others also put food out for him and the handful of other ferals, but Midnight really seemed to like Dad. We considered trying to bring him with us when we moved but thought he was in his territory, and a bit too wild to socialize. But he sure was nice to have around patrolling and watching for foxes. Dad still keeps treats in his car just in case there's a cat out there who needs one or two.

Tabby Tuesday

Sometimes Josie tolerates Maggie giving her a bath. But usually it ends in hissing...

Apple picking ... not peacock picking

Mom and Dad went up to Flat Rock and Hendersonville, North Carolina with some friends and went apple picking. There were some animals at the orchard, including these peacocks.


You'd think they would think about us if they went that far, and maybe bring back one of these birds for us. Clearly there are plenty enough there that they wouldn't miss just one.

Then again, if we wanted one, there was this guy to contend with...

Dad got a new book

Dad's new book he pre-ordered arrived in the mail yesterday. (He kind of forgot he had ordered it ... always a good surprise.)


He thinks it is funny. We would not dignify it by posing for a picture with it, despite Dad's best efforts.

Catnap

Sometimes a mancat just needs a good nap. Mom and Dad were out late both Friday and Saturday nights doing the right thing and making sure their celebrating friends made it home in one piece and without a criminal record. Of course that means that our usual sleep was thrown off. But don't worry, I made up for it on Sunday. I found the big orange bag that Mom uses to tote her stuff back and forth from work and took a good long nap all over her stuff.


I mean, even a mancat needs his beauty sleep...

Bad haircut

Poor Josie got two really bad mats on her back. Dad tried to brush and pick them out, but just couldn't, so he had to cut them off instead. Josie seems more comfortable with them cut off, but Dad feels real bad about her haircut. For her dignity, there is no picture...

Livestrong Day

Today is Livestrong Day, and I would turn the whole blog yellow except I'm afraid to mess it up... There has been a lot of loss in the Cat Blogosphere lately, a lot from cancer. It seems hard to find anyone who isn't affected by cancer anymore. Mom's mother died of cancer 17 years ago. Dad's mom is a cancer survivor. I know DKM and Max's Mom seem to always be walking for cancer (or riding the sweep van). It is so wonderful that everyone is taking the day to rally. Hopefully one day we can say, "remember when there was cancer?" Love on your people a little extra today...