Happy St. Patrick's Day!

 Rocio:  All the time Mom was taking our dictation yesterday about our plots, she was hatching one of her own.

Austin:  She was planning to catch us poor kitties asleep and plonk the St. Patrick's Day hat on us.

Both:  And she actually did it!  Argh!

Spyro:  Oja and I put up too much of a fight.  We are older and know better than to snooze too deeply the day before St. Patrick's Day.

Oja:  Not that we were here last St. Patrick's Day, but Herman warned us about it.  You can see how Mom caught him his first time here over on Kitty Limericks.

All:  Have a safe and Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!  As you can see, Mom didn't find the green bow tie when she went to the store, so she put this stupid hat on me again. Do you think I look as miffed as the last time she did this to me?

Karen Jo:  I don't think you look quite as miffed.  At least you held still so you weren't all blurry, like last time.

It only took you about elebenty tries to get the picture.  I kept tossing the hat off.  It's times like this I really miss Emma.  It was her turn to wear the hat.

Karen Jo:  I really miss Emma, too.  February would have been her second birthday and March 1st would have been her first Gotcha Day anniversary.  I am still debating on whether to send her dates to the Cat Blogosphere calendar.  This year the pain was still too raw to think about celebrating her birthday or gotcha day.  I did finally get around to telling the people at the shelter she came from that I had room for another leukemia kitty.

Don't cry, Mom.  This is supposed to be a happy day.

Karen Jo:  Sorry, Herman, I can't help it.  If you want to see a bad picture of Emma in the St. Patrick's Day hat, you can find it here.

Now that Mom has stopped crying, maybe we can get on with the good stuff.  Mom fills up the bird feeder and suet feeder and bird bath every day and the Bird Channel on Cat TV is great.  I even have different noises I make for different birds.  I meep at the little birds and make a kack sound at the ravens.

Karen Jo:  I find it fascinating that you differentiate between the birds.  I am glad that you only make your raven sound infrequently.  The first time I heard it, I thought you were choking.

I saw a fly in the kitchen window yesterday.  Another sign of Spring.  Are you sure it's going to snow tomorrow?

Karen Jo:  No, I am not sure.  It's nearly up to 60 today, but it is very windy, which could very well mean that a storm is on the way.

Or it could just be our normal March winds. I have been around long enough to know that high winds are normal this time of year.

Karen Jo:  That's right.  You are going to be five in June.  And in November, you will have lived with me for three years. That means that you will have lived with me longer than the early, not-so-good part of your life.

I really appreciate it, too.  Now, when do I get some more food?  I ate up that tiny lunch you gave me.

Karen Jo:  Not until ten tonight.  You have your dry food to carry you through.

I have been eating up most of that since you started measuring it. Aren't you supposed to be cooking corned beef or something right now?

Karen Jo:  That's right.  I need to go start dinner. Don't worry, I'll give you some corned beef.

I hope it doesn't taste too much like cabbage.

Fluffy Friday

 Here I am, just hanging around, wishing that my new sister, Emma, would come play with me.  I was thinking that she was getting used to me and even liked me a little.  Usually, I sleep in my usual spot, snuggled up to Mom's chest and Emma sleeps snuggled up on Mom's other pillow or next to her back.  Last night, after petting time with Mom, I decided that I wanted to sleep next to Emma, so I walked over Mom and settled down within inches of Emma.  She gave me a sleepy glance, then all three of us went to sleep.  When Mom woke up at dawn for breakfast time and moved around, Emma and I both woke up.  When Emma saw how close I was to her, she hissed at me. After breakfast, when we were all settling down to sleep some more, I walked up to Emma and put my head forward for a nose kiss.  She gave me the nose kiss, then hissed right in my face.  I backed off and looked to Mom for some petting comfort.  That Emma sister is too much.  She won't play with me and she won't cuddle with me.  I even have to share my Interferon with her now.  Mom gives me my Interferon, then my shredded cheese, then gets Emma's dose of Interferon ready.  I always tell Mom that I want it, but Mom gives it to Emma anyway.  This morning I totally turned up my nose at my cheese and do you know what Mom did?  She went and got Emma and plunked her down right in front of my cheese! Emma sniffed the cheese, then started looking around.  I was in the living room, just watching.  Emma darted to the hall and started to run down it.  I chased her to the end then turned around for her to chase me, but she wouldn't do it.  How can I play THoE if Emma won't chase me, too?

Karen Jo:  Watching Herman chase Emma down the hall was quite enlightening.  He is twice her size and could have easily caught her, but when he got close to her, he slowed down.  She ran into my room and he turned around before he got to the door.  Then he waited for her to come out and chase him, but she never did.  Only once have I seen Herman show the slightest bit of jealousy toward Emma. Bedtime is Herman's special cuddle time.  I had been petting him and Emma was on the other pillow behind my head. Emma gave her little "I want some attention" meow, so I stopped petting Herman and started petting Emma.  Herman gave us both such a look that I stopped petting Emma and went back to petting Herman.  However, it was just a few minutes later that Herman stepped over me to sleep next to Emma.  He really likes her, but she is still not sure of him.

Karen Jo : At Herman's request, here is Emma wearing the St. Patrick's Day hat. She was really a good sport about it and only tossed it off once before settling down and letting me take the picture.

Emma:  I want to get some blog time, too.  I really love my new Mom and my new home.  However, Herman is a Giant Kitty and he spooks me.  He is twice my size and over twice my weight.  When I was an outside kitty, the other bigger kitties were mean to me and stole my food.  Herman has never been mean to me, except he chases me sometimes.  Mom won't let him steal my Stinky Goodness, but he drinks my water and sometimes eats my Kitten Chow. He also pees in my litter box.  I just don't know what to make of him. Sometimes he touches me gently with his paw.  Half the time I hiss at him and half the time I don't.  He gives me nose kisses, which I like, but sometimes I hiss at him for it, because I am not sure of him.  I want to go out and explore the rest of the house, but Herman is always there, in the hall, waiting for me.  He never chases me unless I run first, but I won't walk past him to get to the rest of the house.  Mom has put me in the living room once and in the kitchen once, but I ran back to her room both times and Herman chased me.  I just don't know what to do, except stay back here where I know it is safe.

Karen Jo:  I hope that soon Emma will get over being spooked by Herman and go into the living room and kitchen.  I am quite sure that Herman will do nothing to hurt her.  Quite the opposite.  I think that Herman wants badly to cuddle and play with her.  Things do get better day by day.  Emma has come up the hall almost to the living room and only changed her mind when she got within a foot of Herman, lying on the floor and watching her.  He really does only chase her if she starts running first.  If she walks toward him, he only lies there and watches her. He seems a little upset now if she hisses at him.  He looks disappointed, but backs off like a gentleman, giving her room.  I want so much for them to be friends, but I am willing to wait for it.  If it stays this way, with Emma just living in the back of the house and Herman lording it over the whole house, I can accept it, but I am hoping for both cats to enjoy the whole house.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Mom kept putting this silly hat on my head and I kept moving around and tilting my head back so it would fall off. This is the best picture she could take. If I am looking a little miffed, it is because she just wouldn't leave me alone with that stupid hat. I hope she never tries anything like this again. She has plenty of stuffies to put silly hats on. Mom is posting this a bit early because she has to go to bed early tonight so she can get up in time to take me to the vet in the morning. My poop puddles have thinned out again, but there are more things that the vet can try to make the poop puddles stop. I just hope that I don't have to get stabbed with a needle again.

There is some good news. Grrreta and Ambrose sent me some Temptations and new toys. I got a Temptation, but the best thing was the Turbo Scratcher Star Chaser. I was on that as soon as Mom got the wrapper off it. I batted the ball around the track four or five times and watched it some more. I played more than I have played since the poop puddles started. I also got this furry thing on a string that Mom hung up on the kitchen door. I watch it very carefully when it moves, but I haven't attacked it yet. I am being cautious. You never know about strange furry things, especially when they are on strings.