tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88658692024-03-17T14:09:05.923-04:00Jasper McKitten-CatWhat began as stories about me quickly became stories about we ... I'm Jasper (orange). I live with Josie (tuxedo), Huggy Bear (house panther) and Maggie (tabby).jenianddeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05532627332721730473noreply@blogger.comBlogger2425125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-31543146671061387302024-03-16T20:36:00.001-04:002024-03-16T20:36:28.542-04:00Aslan’s closeup<div dir="auto"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQsiqe8J8lrmYlkfFUz8YA1bMjSY-2JgTCAj2v2IKtlKGa60S5tbNypFHLAfJ7eRQlZuDvIqsjrgpg5bWjqeALIulaJBWyxRkzOg-hPoeDlfHieVKvqPzF8aibQ7MDAPESYqUFTvWOQCzFpSTjGgYhzxPhDw3LiM_XhlwWzSRQSCJHOCxx--VD"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQsiqe8J8lrmYlkfFUz8YA1bMjSY-2JgTCAj2v2IKtlKGa60S5tbNypFHLAfJ7eRQlZuDvIqsjrgpg5bWjqeALIulaJBWyxRkzOg-hPoeDlfHieVKvqPzF8aibQ7MDAPESYqUFTvWOQCzFpSTjGgYhzxPhDw3LiM_XhlwWzSRQSCJHOCxx--VD=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7347124770787196434" /></a></div><br></div><div dir="auto">"Oh hey Dad! Were you trying to take my picture?"</div><div dir="auto"><br></div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-7001435298143748162024-02-22T16:53:00.001-05:002024-02-22T16:53:55.132-05:00New cat bed<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGLCChEGQEjzWBq2GEucUUb-B7LdzRvsMtClXv9REjvJ6JHzaApM_dR7ZAFviAnzV31qzjP4z0peNBlK3L0havPApGiSEkJ54MGVknhbR2UXELIea9_aTpAfCShy1z61ivEg8pC4dgjsNf1sSE9_smUHXjN2UWQqBLirGZ6A-BWm2BUa43OoaU"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGLCChEGQEjzWBq2GEucUUb-B7LdzRvsMtClXv9REjvJ6JHzaApM_dR7ZAFviAnzV31qzjP4z0peNBlK3L0havPApGiSEkJ54MGVknhbR2UXELIea9_aTpAfCShy1z61ivEg8pC4dgjsNf1sSE9_smUHXjN2UWQqBLirGZ6A-BWm2BUa43OoaU=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7338547918972308498" /></a></div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Mom and Dad are trying to entice us into this new cat bed/doughnut tunnel/scratcher by putting catnip on it. We're warming up to it, but haven't had it our thing quite yet. </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-7557621236626413882024-02-07T14:47:00.001-05:002024-02-07T14:47:41.933-05:00Synchronized Cat Snacking<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidmPyWLdxMVKIt41r9HCyMbVZGdmzPS4vrZRNdBg9flDOyMx0Z3n8y4IbsQCnVZ7s6RvS03bWtxzwatlSWwHzcdRqEwP5NmM2M7-uwPzaqKlvqQKmbLQSzb8hquHbqteSGtMTlGr6JEzYTGZwcnyPXlAS95SDuwZbZHQBG2gh1wrffPBKJ3d1m"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidmPyWLdxMVKIt41r9HCyMbVZGdmzPS4vrZRNdBg9flDOyMx0Z3n8y4IbsQCnVZ7s6RvS03bWtxzwatlSWwHzcdRqEwP5NmM2M7-uwPzaqKlvqQKmbLQSzb8hquHbqteSGtMTlGr6JEzYTGZwcnyPXlAS95SDuwZbZHQBG2gh1wrffPBKJ3d1m=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7332949115918861458" /></a></div><div dir="auto">Are the Cat Olympics still a thing, because I think we could medal in Synchronized Cat Snacking. Dad has to space the food bowls out just right so we don't get our tails in the other bowl. I guess he doesn't realize that's how we save a little snack for later. </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-79266840557263919342024-01-23T09:48:00.001-05:002024-01-23T09:48:38.654-05:00Double-decker cats<div dir="auto"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8Q8htsMB_llFeGO1CRVGvUliNmG9n9G-oCfb_7HXArmKz0fsNKBw4q8EwTrDHYepT7zDrOT2Wvo0IDL-w3BsyW-MArjvAl4mYetTv6-LqxDwsHIMQGFamLpJyipK81bX71Dx6Ixpzzt2J2KxG_h26EEepimBbofEZFZIRAzb77ef-pykwd39r"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8Q8htsMB_llFeGO1CRVGvUliNmG9n9G-oCfb_7HXArmKz0fsNKBw4q8EwTrDHYepT7zDrOT2Wvo0IDL-w3BsyW-MArjvAl4mYetTv6-LqxDwsHIMQGFamLpJyipK81bX71Dx6Ixpzzt2J2KxG_h26EEepimBbofEZFZIRAzb77ef-pykwd39r=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7327305772870902274" /></a>I've been away from the blog for longer than I intended to. It's easy to get distracted when you're a cat and you have a busy schedule of begging for treats, napping on the clean guest bed (gotta get the right amount of cat hair on the duvet), and patrolling for the outdoor cats who have been visiting our deck. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Here's a rare shot of Aslan and I making on the couch together — double decker style. We don't do this often, and when we do we usually hop down before Dad gets a picture. But we were patient today. </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-35803379538669859282023-11-08T11:44:00.001-05:002023-11-08T11:44:50.423-05:00Aslan snoopervising<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAdjlFROKF48rdjb0tW9CJHS7jv2BPjT02D9ZRxmEi8USyRvm1mC8LotHPotE4NK-GyUiBk-5rMpLOj-4Gr_jbqXbSNe2Y9BArt5nGOvBnuf0NBMBCLsIiaS8pDbJwgIYtpaQaQbYbJ1xDqAYsskxwTlRO_NAbHyRABzdjx4xk0S3ebP9_gDJQ"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAdjlFROKF48rdjb0tW9CJHS7jv2BPjT02D9ZRxmEi8USyRvm1mC8LotHPotE4NK-GyUiBk-5rMpLOj-4Gr_jbqXbSNe2Y9BArt5nGOvBnuf0NBMBCLsIiaS8pDbJwgIYtpaQaQbYbJ1xDqAYsskxwTlRO_NAbHyRABzdjx4xk0S3ebP9_gDJQ=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7299133246140692098" /></a></div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">You see that tiny little dark spot at the very top of the stairs? That's Aslan snoopervising today. He can see the entry and out the front windows by the door, plus all of upstairs. It's a great cat spot. Dad said Jasper really liked that spot too. Snoopervising is a very important part of our day. </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-78911348174461183882023-11-06T16:33:00.005-05:002023-11-06T16:33:43.226-05:00Loki the therapy cat<p> I am a very intuitive cat. I understand when Mom or Dad aren't feeling well and I spring to duty. I will smother them with love and purrs until they feel better. Last Tuesday Dad got food poisoning, which took him out of commission all day Wednesday. He ended up sleeping in the guest bed in case it was something else and he didn't want to get Mom sick too. I stayed with him all night (I mean, it is the bed Aslan and I like to sleep on anyway), and once Dad started to rouse in the morning I snuggled beside him on my back with my head tucked into his chest and armpit and purred the yuck away. It is an important job that I have. Dad has been feeling much better, and I have no doubt it's largely in part of my care. and attention. </p>Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-13336508239659336072023-09-18T13:19:00.001-04:002023-09-18T13:19:39.379-04:00Feeling better<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4LOjIWZLQ7LWK4KM7Y2jrV93WLQpV9WbYWb6oskrDVHvF0S0CGHr9pg9WsJ4OHSp1b7I4LxXlbdBa4LVeeZNrR8kVJnf6xSpzEelTMBuxeUkCWyMHfxwLMAC22lyRrEn5IeTtv5EBxTOAdxc1uoO6H4CFOx6TJJtDUmdtH5mf_jGkEfQ4G82s"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4LOjIWZLQ7LWK4KM7Y2jrV93WLQpV9WbYWb6oskrDVHvF0S0CGHr9pg9WsJ4OHSp1b7I4LxXlbdBa4LVeeZNrR8kVJnf6xSpzEelTMBuxeUkCWyMHfxwLMAC22lyRrEn5IeTtv5EBxTOAdxc1uoO6H4CFOx6TJJtDUmdtH5mf_jGkEfQ4G82s=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7280216869380614082" /></a></div><div dir="auto">Please don't judge the explosion of blankets. Mom and Dad have so many blankets for just two humans and two cats and they were recording and organizing on the guest bed, then they got distracted, then I got gimpy, and now I'm feeling better but, as you can see, Aslan and I both think this is a great place to sleep. So the blankets will be getting washed and de-furred again soon and Mom and Dad will start over. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">But in the plus side, my side is feeling better and I'm moving and jumping like myself again. </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-51021831366864367942023-09-17T00:48:00.001-04:002023-09-17T00:48:19.010-04:00Sore flank<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdgNPf-yUee5oI5oXIwSQbpWKy_kxbggNZdbt9THBLY25hKUakf5PBuYSiwyijG5s4fbA0lpzeiesK8KPgQ0wCOYRmHRSv7E8CpjZCIh5aCFQ2siHRzrB4qhdM3zEUCUFy2zYGhi6Y5Bp36Cw478CJ6Nqy7l3SDGQ87R386FUhNMCsz8KNhkhs"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdgNPf-yUee5oI5oXIwSQbpWKy_kxbggNZdbt9THBLY25hKUakf5PBuYSiwyijG5s4fbA0lpzeiesK8KPgQ0wCOYRmHRSv7E8CpjZCIh5aCFQ2siHRzrB4qhdM3zEUCUFy2zYGhi6Y5Bp36Cw478CJ6Nqy7l3SDGQ87R386FUhNMCsz8KNhkhs=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7279652164428627186" /></a></div><div dir="auto">My left flank is sore and I'm walking gingerly. Mom and Dad think it's too much THoE or tussling with my brother. They set up a heated blanket for me and gave me a shot of Meloxicam. Hopefully I'm back to myself tomorrow so they don't have to worry. </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-85399348448041336032023-08-02T17:47:00.002-04:002023-08-02T17:47:16.578-04:00Three visitors<p> We had a trio of interlopers on our back deck a few weekends ago. These super tiny kittens were out exploring and looking for some comfy chairs to hang out on. They were super fast because Dad put some food out for them and they took off like bullets. They eventually came back and enjoyed some wet food, and the next day some kitten food. We've only seen them once since though. Friends of Mom and Dad said silly things like, "you should keep them," or "can I have the gray one?" They said this without asking the kittens what they wanted because these little ones had other plans. We keep looking for them and hoping they will visit again soon.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgGSSvDv-578U71-gEslVnfAtf_LYChgwcZAYxP8RgqTz65UogrBqlSBRUWmPEGH8fRGv1hmgSBqNCfip3EXLa593YKJsmH7Ha9OA3cNgqxtALGGWR3Q9TXktQ3uJeYW7YP8Ya0UfMctXJoT_1ceFMJU1DxGYJnGPfdYtP0VuYPFCZNbNGjHno/s4032/IMG_8460.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgGSSvDv-578U71-gEslVnfAtf_LYChgwcZAYxP8RgqTz65UogrBqlSBRUWmPEGH8fRGv1hmgSBqNCfip3EXLa593YKJsmH7Ha9OA3cNgqxtALGGWR3Q9TXktQ3uJeYW7YP8Ya0UfMctXJoT_1ceFMJU1DxGYJnGPfdYtP0VuYPFCZNbNGjHno/s320/IMG_8460.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gray Kitten showed up first.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSPeB4Bc-om3UwG5BXqr3fEJEvwrS8Z2Gou9qaZmom_XIoLhZoORRcsTaMi5XwzGnUYOjceG3NGb0XfJnMRrIUDtrWNR1akl_A31iaeJ5oSC0jL09xvUtaRBq7Y2-wkWMFbRgIXmshGDwZnyM4g_5jRXGyhomjWuGiWOwjHpt_WVNl_IpUzVV/s4032/IMG_8461.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSPeB4Bc-om3UwG5BXqr3fEJEvwrS8Z2Gou9qaZmom_XIoLhZoORRcsTaMi5XwzGnUYOjceG3NGb0XfJnMRrIUDtrWNR1akl_A31iaeJ5oSC0jL09xvUtaRBq7Y2-wkWMFbRgIXmshGDwZnyM4g_5jRXGyhomjWuGiWOwjHpt_WVNl_IpUzVV/s320/IMG_8461.HEIC" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Black Kitten joined Gray Kitten.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipM20NrXH_YKhuaavKKr04586UShhg0QbtF_POq-WNGgYmgwJ5ElAzJFeecIB4U7_x99QotcvIv29fs9358jh5jTw3uuLyljHonIbf9b8jWiG8_XYL828ixjF2oT6ZRurW-SXVMlPtQrp6g_TV-FClG_e8TExg8_aP68I7cmB6WQD2bqTJigHO/s4032/IMG_8462.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipM20NrXH_YKhuaavKKr04586UShhg0QbtF_POq-WNGgYmgwJ5ElAzJFeecIB4U7_x99QotcvIv29fs9358jh5jTw3uuLyljHonIbf9b8jWiG8_XYL828ixjF2oT6ZRurW-SXVMlPtQrp6g_TV-FClG_e8TExg8_aP68I7cmB6WQD2bqTJigHO/s320/IMG_8462.HEIC" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A different Black Kitten found the comfy chairs.</div><br /><p><br /></p>Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-39946792378347757182023-07-02T18:31:00.000-04:002023-07-02T18:32:09.686-04:00Stressful week<div dir="auto"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJXUTr_G5B69Z43HpZEgLDK7vsKEBTzXd7WF7qA7PztShlakcIl368u1PzDxwSuruxCTbJJWMThP-vwaL8kE_EkiV14wnJ6F3tl7aEHoJ2ZRzSGIsqUgT1S7zTpuIyt_ukIf1_7eYpydKB745EubNStQbTjsS4QRYTCwdWc_qKuZ7sk8uQp_pT"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJXUTr_G5B69Z43HpZEgLDK7vsKEBTzXd7WF7qA7PztShlakcIl368u1PzDxwSuruxCTbJJWMThP-vwaL8kE_EkiV14wnJ6F3tl7aEHoJ2ZRzSGIsqUgT1S7zTpuIyt_ukIf1_7eYpydKB745EubNStQbTjsS4QRYTCwdWc_qKuZ7sk8uQp_pT=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7251352761123755106" /></a></div></div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">We had a stressful week. Mom and Dad's godchildren (11-year-old boy-girl twins) and their parents were visiting for eight days. Aslan spent the better part of the week under Mom and Dad's bed. I would sometimes venture downstairs to investigate the table for snacks that were left unattended and get the occasional "good boy" treat. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Company left on Sunday morning. Everything seemed cool. Then suddenly we were getting scooped up and put in a crate and taken to the car (gasp — outside! — we never go outside, and on the hottest day of the year at that). We were taken to a mobile pet clinic for our annual shots. Not cool at all. But we were good boys. I meowed a lot. Aslan was in a state of defeat after being chased around the house until finally giving up. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">When we came home Aslan went back under the bed. I went under the couch. Mom and Dad left to get food and give us space. We'll forgive them as seen as they bring out food again. That's how things work in our house. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">I've heard talk of kittens. I don't know where that will go. We'll see…</div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-59408357080189778072023-06-07T12:54:00.000-04:002023-06-07T12:55:17.124-04:00One of my favorite spots<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzP5Ck9mVZPk43Gt8iv3iYm-3JywZkopWvEzVmPKPbYIO5erZRF4w8FPpyXwScJKHeVJVWCU0my-V56RkVb15w8GHxHs6Fe8eVwl1qhla526t6PupS8UN2qpauKRGmmHIB_9ZXrnFJLmNJm_WWJ35HGXGUdNBigxux-0Q6EnviGH4wE5p90g"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzP5Ck9mVZPk43Gt8iv3iYm-3JywZkopWvEzVmPKPbYIO5erZRF4w8FPpyXwScJKHeVJVWCU0my-V56RkVb15w8GHxHs6Fe8eVwl1qhla526t6PupS8UN2qpauKRGmmHIB_9ZXrnFJLmNJm_WWJ35HGXGUdNBigxux-0Q6EnviGH4wE5p90g=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7241988817242117970" /></a></div><div dir="auto">I love lounging on the back of the couch, especially when Mom and Dad are watching TV. </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-74252559910558778832023-05-03T11:34:00.005-04:002023-05-03T11:34:47.943-04:00Happy 4th Birthday to US!<p>Sunday was our fourth birthday, but we didn't get a chance to properly celebrate until last night. Dad made us a Stinky Goodness cake in the shape of a 4 and Mom put a party hat on me and gave me a hug and took a picture with me. Aslan wasn't willing to wear the hat this year. I get it with the hat. It took some convincing for me. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluKQghnnt1Q4nksJXD_8OceKCoZXuO4_OQVkaUCXZ3XkQy2PkEVPuCnj2AUMJncLrObsUDMYoilqBUEh1QYbSFrFPZfye4Rhlv4rRGW4aeqdHJbiqMJleU636Ivnftqx04iAy6rTO5rK4FovscHrOjoBEutyD39N3DWbHoWXRY_d3C3Z5ow/s4032/IMG_7536.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluKQghnnt1Q4nksJXD_8OceKCoZXuO4_OQVkaUCXZ3XkQy2PkEVPuCnj2AUMJncLrObsUDMYoilqBUEh1QYbSFrFPZfye4Rhlv4rRGW4aeqdHJbiqMJleU636Ivnftqx04iAy6rTO5rK4FovscHrOjoBEutyD39N3DWbHoWXRY_d3C3Z5ow/s320/IMG_7536.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is our Stinky Goodness cake. We usually eat Natural Balance wet food, but Dad needed a pate to shape it so he got us a different wet food. This one was chicken and sweet potatoes. We ate all of it!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7g5p3Kylg2uSLRoirMX_gnI7NEUGURDen537K1vigkyMKacJkbP-DRK4A-5K3byyAj3q1km5elnbwZo7_FoD4acVCDVRMwHpANLDOjgDMaurxFZUq4qtBLYJKoAP6XKbr6qnMGvwjSQ5PDD9kahifWz_pnm9vEoFch6_SFjsb8qJGR_1aKA/s4032/IMG_7542.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7g5p3Kylg2uSLRoirMX_gnI7NEUGURDen537K1vigkyMKacJkbP-DRK4A-5K3byyAj3q1km5elnbwZo7_FoD4acVCDVRMwHpANLDOjgDMaurxFZUq4qtBLYJKoAP6XKbr6qnMGvwjSQ5PDD9kahifWz_pnm9vEoFch6_SFjsb8qJGR_1aKA/s320/IMG_7542.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mom with me. Look what a good boy I was posing for a picture with my party hat on!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWozWIyzsXwrUZezFtetDj2jbrAhYaFCq8xuKC9RDdjfw5wklZPS75UMCW1Q1jCPPRBKO7RcEawa2f9eCJs4YzwAPeeiqBY48Bf8Rt40zqZIAL0gIb9arbN03j2rRuxczyu3kuCVSKOzbIgmffqFb4hdXxxXIg8B9DRHFk9NSStRqZrDBudQ/s4032/IMG_7544.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWozWIyzsXwrUZezFtetDj2jbrAhYaFCq8xuKC9RDdjfw5wklZPS75UMCW1Q1jCPPRBKO7RcEawa2f9eCJs4YzwAPeeiqBY48Bf8Rt40zqZIAL0gIb9arbN03j2rRuxczyu3kuCVSKOzbIgmffqFb4hdXxxXIg8B9DRHFk9NSStRqZrDBudQ/s320/IMG_7544.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aslan and I were good to share our cake, although after a lick or two Dad did split it onto separate plates for us so we weren't too crammed together trying to eat our cake.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mom and Dad were saying how they can't believe it's been almost four years since we joined the family to give Maggie some company (and someone to hiss at). They tell us all the time that we are good boys, even when Aslan knocks everything off the bedside table or I claw at the couch. </div>Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-46715683233633490322023-02-14T09:43:00.001-05:002023-02-14T16:35:31.081-05:00The perfect sit and tail wrap<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwsZufzFi3uJq7H7H5qP1GLxI0JKhd6H6HG7Kxy5HyBCsOnRQdXa-KxeWImiUGESqzx0S-x7Wayy1k' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p>Aslan demonstrates the perfect way to sit and wrap your tail around your feet. This is a good lesson for young kittens still trying to figure this out. </p><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">(Mom and Dad set up a camera in the hallway before a trip recently and it has given them hours of entertainment. We've figured out where it is and like to pose for them.) </div><div dir="auto"> </div><div dir="auto">(Fixed the missing video issue...) <br /></div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-87461648314697818102022-11-26T20:44:00.001-05:002022-11-26T20:44:06.001-05:00Hint, hint<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgewixm9u3kTCzCMTn8Bpdzz4y5Uw-4AhticBkEiH2keYTUT4_EuupY5AMxzA5i_uV4t5NB6mXqDCc8Y7bwa8gfL5aGTPDyj_mdBTTrCoPmcFHiYmaBsWcydQBxoBbjpKZ0EZIp7W4xQ5-TSalfl6xO9AMP7HBOK_62x-3F6AHD-fB7ujjLXw"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgewixm9u3kTCzCMTn8Bpdzz4y5Uw-4AhticBkEiH2keYTUT4_EuupY5AMxzA5i_uV4t5NB6mXqDCc8Y7bwa8gfL5aGTPDyj_mdBTTrCoPmcFHiYmaBsWcydQBxoBbjpKZ0EZIp7W4xQ5-TSalfl6xO9AMP7HBOK_62x-3F6AHD-fB7ujjLXw=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7170505654561562162" /></a></div><div dir="auto">Mom and Dad came home from a Thanksgiving trip to Cincinnati to visit Dad's family and found a gingerbread man toy in our empty food bowl — a not so subtle hint that we want some treats. </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-78334804739288254912022-10-20T13:37:00.004-04:002022-10-20T13:37:58.499-04:00One year ...<p>It's been one year since our big sister Maggie crossed the Rainbow Bridge. She was the best big sister, teaching us so much about being a McKitten-Cat. We're still figuring some things out, being just two young boy cats, but we're managing. We love on Mom and Dad as much as we can, as often as we can. Maggie was around for a good 16 years, longer than Mom and Dad ever imagined she would be considering her struggles as a tiny baby cat. But you always want more time. Hug you people tonight, purr for them real loud, and maybe (just maybe) let them sleep in a little tomorrow morning. <br /></p>Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-67333667031406802732022-08-23T21:18:00.001-04:002022-08-23T21:18:13.276-04:00Watching the stove<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_Ryi9-R_bTVvClIDCtS2eUNJsf9h-DkUth1zRR18CbvC5lR30_nKUzCZMcjis7CKnRfr6XtarIGE4Q6DuwtrNvz2VvrDFOGigF3RP8N2XxSp69vJPQpOuA3Skogv7U2XTxos5EyVOIl6lgCnhl7n0ZR0se2bAWFohLyOS9sayNza98crH6A"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_Ryi9-R_bTVvClIDCtS2eUNJsf9h-DkUth1zRR18CbvC5lR30_nKUzCZMcjis7CKnRfr6XtarIGE4Q6DuwtrNvz2VvrDFOGigF3RP8N2XxSp69vJPQpOuA3Skogv7U2XTxos5EyVOIl6lgCnhl7n0ZR0se2bAWFohLyOS9sayNza98crH6A=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7135245893032258178" /></a></div><div dir="auto">Don't mind us, we're just watching the stove. You know, just in case something happens and Mom needs our help. Aslan has a tendency to want to jump on the stove (99 percent of the time when it is off) so he can come up and snoopervise so either Mom or Dad has to keep an eye on him when the burner is on to make sure he doesn't make a poor choice. So far, so good. We have gotten few treats for "helping."</div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-42773819318544834202022-08-17T20:06:00.000-04:002022-08-17T20:07:13.083-04:00Black Cat Appreciation<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxTOk2Y9Mhr7xZ38Lbf5x-ZNeDpd1GKTC77rky78Gq6Hzy163dFVw2Vb9326gNGPEEtk0kKA8WPfdKy2dZV1J-kPbUASvr7bG_oBZEQywrFrhTXobuMeEap6bi8S31rCDEPY_iniwH0Y9L5LtdNl1hrMl8inGX-N90NcXmr1Z_qoersl5Fww"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxTOk2Y9Mhr7xZ38Lbf5x-ZNeDpd1GKTC77rky78Gq6Hzy163dFVw2Vb9326gNGPEEtk0kKA8WPfdKy2dZV1J-kPbUASvr7bG_oBZEQywrFrhTXobuMeEap6bi8S31rCDEPY_iniwH0Y9L5LtdNl1hrMl8inGX-N90NcXmr1Z_qoersl5Fww=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7133001081890002290" /></a></div><div dir="auto">Happy Black Cat Appreciation Day! For those who never met him, this is Huggy Bear. He was Mom and Dad's lovable house panther, always by your side, the cat with the Insta-purr the second he saw you, night hunter of all the toys, and a big fan of whatever you were eating. He crossed the bridge in 2019 and left big mittens for us to fill. Mom and Dad miss this guy a lot, but they are so thankful for the 14-1/2 years of love he gave them. <br></div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-61674119974171567612022-08-15T09:56:00.000-04:002022-08-15T09:57:00.392-04:00Dads say the craziest things …<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixUKBqHwkbXfNwVyIer2_Vb6T7miGqm62tP8fNOR5pNdpUbQ6PCv-mCKlwpTN949v-8pU6FO4AdgNQ2ycNm3-pfYVB9AvPV5w5hipaYOgBfnGm0wjS3trSvLXKrzzuPEYT5UUf1Y8KScvjhohmmg2230Rg7SuNLTX8DesF-BoWW6rCDQMXRQ"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixUKBqHwkbXfNwVyIer2_Vb6T7miGqm62tP8fNOR5pNdpUbQ6PCv-mCKlwpTN949v-8pU6FO4AdgNQ2ycNm3-pfYVB9AvPV5w5hipaYOgBfnGm0wjS3trSvLXKrzzuPEYT5UUf1Y8KScvjhohmmg2230Rg7SuNLTX8DesF-BoWW6rCDQMXRQ=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7132101666832210930" /></a></div><div dir="auto">Dads can say the craziest things sometimes. Like the other day Dad looked at us and said, "You can't have treats all the time. You just had some five minutes ago." Like, who says silly things like that? Mom sure doesn't. </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-84290022914800630282022-08-02T13:37:00.003-04:002022-08-02T13:37:48.223-04:00Dad's catsitting nightmare<p>When our neighbors go out of town Dad will go down and check on their cats for them. They have to big Mancats, Moochie and Zach, and sometimes the neighbor's daughter's cat Gracie will be there too. They have a cat door from the kitchen into the garage where the litter boxes are. And the neighbor will leave the large garage door cracked just the slightest amount to ventilate the garage. </p><p>This past weekend Dad was checking in on all three cats. He hadn't seen Zach, which isn't anything out of the norm because he usually hides from Dad, but he had seen Moochie and Gracie. Everything was going fine. Then Sunday night Dad was driving home after a late quick trip to the grocery store and he sees this brownish cat-shaped blur run toward the neighbor's house. "That can't be Gracie," he thought, "but I'm going to go and check anyway." </p><p>Dad walks down and looks and the garage door looks to be opened about an inch higher than normal -- apparently just enough for the cats to slip under. Dad looks and sees Moochie under one of their trucks. He's usually a pretty amiable cat so Dad figures he'll just squeeze under the truck and scruff him and bring him in. Well Moochie is having none of it. He hissed and swatted at Dad. </p><p>Dad figures Moochie is set where he is, so he goes in to do a head count. He can't find any of the cats! So he calls the neighbor who talks him through setting the cat door to only allow them to come in but not go back out. Then Dad went out and opened the garage door more to allow the cats to get in easier. He figures he'll prod Moochie with a broom. Moochie thought he'd wander around the house. It is dark out and Dad was having none of this, and was able to herd Moochie into the garage. As Moochie came in Dad heard the cat door flap and thunk closed. (Gracie is in!). Then Dad shut the door completely and saw Moochie under the car in the garage (vintage Mustang). He was set and not budging and made sure Dad knew it. </p><p>But Zach was out, and there was no sign of him. He's played this game before. Dad opened the door the the screened in porch to give Zach some shelter. But other than that there was little Dad could do. The neighbors weren't too worried about it. Sure enough, the stinker came home the next night, hungry and eager for affection. But Mom and Dad were super stressed out. <br /></p>Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-62091309523487621092022-07-28T23:33:00.001-04:002022-07-28T23:33:39.832-04:00Happy Gotcha Day to us!<div dir="auto"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifjPMHKR9m_XAS1oeKle-gWI66aYOOcZlueXz8aTIYs0mfXcJnEZ33JhmvBZtg-sgh2nMADos4ufohozSkvGdYg4tsB6wtRB3tBakHFfRr83YeEgCiIemkpLFYb6BQqb6OEyeXzbJGRX1DC24pfaohewXY2QesC56pdxi4V6-iVdDqY8Ccuw"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifjPMHKR9m_XAS1oeKle-gWI66aYOOcZlueXz8aTIYs0mfXcJnEZ33JhmvBZtg-sgh2nMADos4ufohozSkvGdYg4tsB6wtRB3tBakHFfRr83YeEgCiIemkpLFYb6BQqb6OEyeXzbJGRX1DC24pfaohewXY2QesC56pdxi4V6-iVdDqY8Ccuw=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7125632581281176674" /></a></div></div><div dir="auto">Today was our Gotcha Day! It's been three years since we came to our forever home with Mom and Dad. We are so happy and still very closely bonded. And we love to hang out with Mom and Dad. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><br></div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-82684694901508961902022-05-24T11:32:00.000-04:002022-05-24T11:33:08.159-04:00Happy belated birthday to us!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiN8tpbEIyrc1Wr5TrvzbtzBgWns2UVW61JgUM7kl0dnEudn8Nxl1bg58gTV_JM0LCk3CS8Stp8SliM-SBqx7zfQrqETUdofIdH3Rb71m9JAQAmSDDN48vXtAPpSmDzBl5-ivLTd-T_DlrPRmGDtjBlA1Vbjclcq3EGWRjImQIit9RljO7oA"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiN8tpbEIyrc1Wr5TrvzbtzBgWns2UVW61JgUM7kl0dnEudn8Nxl1bg58gTV_JM0LCk3CS8Stp8SliM-SBqx7zfQrqETUdofIdH3Rb71m9JAQAmSDDN48vXtAPpSmDzBl5-ivLTd-T_DlrPRmGDtjBlA1Vbjclcq3EGWRjImQIit9RljO7oA=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7101326367722467442" /></a></div><div dir="auto">Our third birthday was back on April 30 but life got hectic and we neglected to post our birthday pictures. Dad fixed us a 3 "cake" of stinky goodness. Aslan was quick to taste it. I let him have the first taste, then Dad gave me some in my own bowl (and some Shrimpy Shrimp treats). </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">We can't believe we're three years old already! We both still have our kitten moments, especially when we chase our ping pong balls. But we're getting to be real mancats now. </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-72501754231132747772022-05-19T12:58:00.003-04:002022-05-19T13:01:17.013-04:00Next Level Napping<a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/jenianddean/52084762811/in/dateposted/" title="Untitled"><img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/52084762811_7d4181c68e.jpg" width="401" height="500" alt="Untitled"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script>
<p>Aslan has taken his napping to the next level. Here he is, napping on the cat tree while using the warm windowsill as a pillow. He was up all night telling Dad he needed Shrimpy Shrimp treats, so Aslan has earned his late-morning nap.</p><p>(Also, check out his amazing toe floof!)<br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-65264046371699160072022-04-26T21:10:00.001-04:002022-04-26T21:10:29.954-04:00Life with Aslan<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgt_KkBrtB9E5wq6OmuwTwLOCB6Cy8DBRj-VqfQmpFHteqbVLpMS0vWRT1LPAqDGHu1NfF9TtUeaciahCTUpT_5g6VFuQoAsGUrgF0g8-TUPyk514EyWjVlJ7USj3gWFUXJ18NUxuJhGrz6jbYMb52Ycm8iQIdRLGQM62G6Z5ckLS6m7gWHg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgt_KkBrtB9E5wq6OmuwTwLOCB6Cy8DBRj-VqfQmpFHteqbVLpMS0vWRT1LPAqDGHu1NfF9TtUeaciahCTUpT_5g6VFuQoAsGUrgF0g8-TUPyk514EyWjVlJ7USj3gWFUXJ18NUxuJhGrz6jbYMb52Ycm8iQIdRLGQM62G6Z5ckLS6m7gWHg=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7091084765827497282" /></a></div><div dir="auto">This right here … this is life with Aslan in a nut shell. </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-84338093689809652492022-04-06T11:18:00.001-04:002022-04-06T11:18:35.553-04:00Aslan up top<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpBJA-1lL6DIdwvr2wKuac3BFT-NMmimr4UHWPLlCqdbgLpYknekaOcRajMsQWec4jD_KEQE4LA5URb-hU6FFOEmZA-zgW09KD6V45ClwsXolBuV4rWqGMhjlUsQcJCxwHhPtxO9RHarRiHiTe0n0lsm1cwXzHrP6_NEEH4P7VKi1Bh4V46Q"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpBJA-1lL6DIdwvr2wKuac3BFT-NMmimr4UHWPLlCqdbgLpYknekaOcRajMsQWec4jD_KEQE4LA5URb-hU6FFOEmZA-zgW09KD6V45ClwsXolBuV4rWqGMhjlUsQcJCxwHhPtxO9RHarRiHiTe0n0lsm1cwXzHrP6_NEEH4P7VKi1Bh4V46Q=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7083510530308557042" /></a></div><div dir="auto">Yeah, it took Aslan about a week, but he finally decided to get up on the cat tree by himself without being bribed with treats. This makes Mom so happy. She was feeling really guilty about getting rid of his favorite taco truck scratcher and replacing it with this cat tree. It was just a matter of time. (I've already been on it a lot.)</div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865869.post-7703799821236352802022-03-31T09:34:00.000-04:002022-03-31T09:35:00.806-04:00New cat tower<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjM5fqqH44BnP9hPVe_lkddHE8t9xxsHp1Ky-oYW8XU2ZGreL__w46AUV4sZkBk4ReSW5Eti0xKi0aN9RkwMu7FL8Ps8a9zgCwiu51kZfVck8hJf8ViNEpOa8yzYvVe8ckezGY4iXFOJ0SqZYaFTg3fSs5bJ65-OGgdI6-FQzPbuok54DGVNg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjM5fqqH44BnP9hPVe_lkddHE8t9xxsHp1Ky-oYW8XU2ZGreL__w46AUV4sZkBk4ReSW5Eti0xKi0aN9RkwMu7FL8Ps8a9zgCwiu51kZfVck8hJf8ViNEpOa8yzYvVe8ckezGY4iXFOJ0SqZYaFTg3fSs5bJ65-OGgdI6-FQzPbuok54DGVNg=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7081257329877095810" /></a></div><div dir="auto">After years of saying they were going to get a proper cat tower Mom finally broke down and bought us one. We traded in our Taco Truck and Halloween Haunted House cardboard box scratchers from Target and replaced them with this wonderful tower. It has a scratching post and four levels (including a little cubby on the bottom where Dad may put the heated cat bed). I took to it pretty quickly (ok, some treats helped) but Aslan has been a little more cautious. We still have our Stranger Things arcades game scratcher so he's been on that. He'll figure it out in his own time. But I'm loving being able to get up high. I like a good perch. </div><div dir="auto">—Loki </div> Jasper McKitten-Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17529667660587801648noreply@blogger.com8