Tuesday, June 30, 2009

ALERT STATUS: Invasion is Imminent



Hi everyone, Katie here.

I always know when something's up in my townhouse. Black suitcases and stacks of neatly folded t-shirts on the bed mean I'm about to be abandoned. So does the extra large food dish filled to the brim. Which by the way I always finish no matter how much I have to overeat. If I'm going to be abandoned I want someone to feel a little guilt.

But abandonment pales in comparison to invasion. It starts off simple. Glogirly doing a little laundry...first, it's the sheets from my room. (The room that used to be Gabe's before he left to become a Marine.) Then the towels from what used to be his bathroom but is now my private watering hole. The vacuum is never a good sign.


But the worst is the closed door.

I hate closed doors. Something about not wanting cat hair on MY bed. Can you believe it! All of these things combined spell big trouble.
They spell INVASION.



Fortunately I happen to know it's Gabe who is coming home in a few days. It could be much worse. It could be those Maine Coon New Englanders. It could be those loud party people. When Gabe arrives I'll get one small hiss out of the way, just to let him know I mean business, and then we'll all be fine. Well I'll be fine as long as gloman doesn't catch me mid-hiss. He may be onto me, but I'm fast enough, I'm sneaky enough and doggone it I'm a cat.

Monday, June 29, 2009

The Great Outdoors



Hi everyone, Katie here.

Today was a perfectly beautiful summer day. Not too hot, not too cold, with the kind of breeze that makes you wish everyday could be just like this one. So I was told. But I'm a cat and I'm not allowed outside. I'm held captive in a thermostatically controlled townhouse. It is nicely decorated though.



This silly rule really chaps my hairy little you know what. There's so many great things I could be eating and playing with outside. I know, grass make us cats throw up. But that never stopped us from enjoying those tender little blades before. And bees aren't exactly the safest insect to bat around like toy. But they fly and buzz and I just want one so badly.

You know, maybe I had better rethink the whole leash/harness thing. It just might be my ticket to the great outdoors.

P.S. Glogirly says I have to give credit to gloman for these great photographs. Yeah fine, whatever. He's got a really nice camera so they better be good.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

You Are My Sunshine


Hi everyone, Katie here.

Gloman is away this weekend so I'm safe from the pink harness and leash. Glogirly just doesn't have the heart. I think my play-it-pathetic strategy is working. In fact, she's being extra nice to me today.

She sings to me. Sometimes she just makes stuff up. She thinks because I'm a cat I don't know the words to our favorite songs. That's okay. It's the thought that counts. Even I can appreciate that.


Her favorite is You Are My Sunshine. She even plays the melody on the piano for me. Ordinarily I refuse to sit on anyone's lap. Even hers. But when she plays me this song, I let her hold me at the piano.


She told me it's a special song because her dad used to sing it to her. He'd sing it to her mom too. It reminds her of happy times as a little girl when her dad would get silly with her. And it reminds her how she still misses him.


See, I don't always write with a sharp tongue.
I'll save that for tomorrow.



P.S. This is my favorite music CD.
YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE by Elizabeth Mitchell.

check out Twinkle, Twinkle in my music
player at the bottom of the page


Friday, June 26, 2009

Pink bondage part deux



Hi everyone, Katie here.

Last night was humiliating. I wore the pink harness and leash for the first time. (not MY idea) It's hard to know what my strategy should be on this. On the one hand, glogirly responds quite well to my pathetic "help-me-why-me" mews. Not so for gloman. Not an empathetic cat bone in his body. I think it's best to give him a show. Something to make it all worth his while. Since he so desperately wants me to be a dog, I decided to drop and roll. And roll. And roll. At least glogirly tried to suppress her laughter. But he got his show and within about 15 minutes I was freed.

It's never a good idea to approach both parents in the same way or even at the same time when you really want something. So I'm going to work on them separately. Today glogirly put the harness back on for another few minutes. She was stroking me, cooing, whispering sweet nothings in my ears. That was my cue. I played the pathetic card and I was free.

PLAYING THE PATHETIC CARD


She couldn't apologize enough.
Then...I had my way with that tangled ball of pink.



Tonight, I may have to come up with some new tricks for gloman.
Or, just hide.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

A Cat's Life Is Just Not Fair



Hi everyone, Katie here.

It looked like such a great day. Things started out as they usually do. Birds chirping. Alarm dinging. Water running. Electric toothbrush humming. I fly down the steps. It's time for the most important of Glogirly's morning tasks. My breakfast. I get a measly half bowl and she's off. Gave me that "be back soon, Kitty" crap.

Hours later I hear the garage door. Finally.

She's got bags!
Shopping bags!!
I see a Pet Smart bag!!!

A new toy perhaps? Ooooh, a LeeAnn Chin bag. Yum. And what's that in the bottle...Fish Oil Capsules! Oh my, she shouldn't have.

Well she didn't. She dined lavishly on stir fry and didn't offer a morsel. She tucked those beautiful golden capsules of Omega 3 love away with her vitamins. Wouldn't even let me bat one around. What came next really hurt. No new cat toy. Just more anti-gingivitis food and.......my God, a HARNESS & LEASH. Since Larson the guinea pig is already dead, I'm afraid this can only mean one thing.

Pink bondage. This is my future.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Iced tea is NOT for cats



Hi everyone, Katie here.

So I guess today is the kind of day made for hanging out with friends and sipping iced tea in the breeze. That is according to glogirly.

Personally I try to avoid all caffeine. It interferes with my napping schedule and stains my teeth. And the hanging out with friends part, well you know how I feel about people. Glogirly was lounging outside on the deck with her friend for what seemed to be forever. I just paced back and forth by the window, knowing I'd never experience this breeze she speaks of.

Got in trouble AGAIN when they came inside. I know, I'm not supposed to hiss. But I let them have it anyway. After all,
I'm faster than they are.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

My New England Cat Cousins



Hi everyone, Katie here.

I just found out I have two cat cousins in New England. I've never met them. I probably wouldn't like them much more than I like people.
I guess their names are Casey & Candy. I think Katie is a much better name. But no one asked me so it's too late now for Casey & Candy.


CASEY


CANDY

C & C are huge. They are Maine Coons. Casey is in the upper 20's and Candy in the lower 20's. Pounds, that is. Glogirly says they could eat me for lunch. All the more reason to avoid contact. I'll just stay home thank you.



Glogirly loves flying out to visit them and their humans. C & C live with her godparents. She thinks the world of them. She says they are as cute today as in their wedding photo...so in love after all these years. They still hold hands. Glogirly thinks that's sweet. I think it's strange.



Glogirly's godparents came out here to visit once. I got in huge trouble for hissing at them. They tried really hard to get me to like them. But the tall one scared me and the little one smelled like Maine Coon. They haven't been back.

Monday, June 22, 2009

This Little Piggy



Hi everyone, Katie here.

It's party time again. I hate parties. Strange people coming over and invading my space. They smell funny. I know I'm not supposed to hiss but I just can't help myself. I don't like people. It's all very stressful.


And what's up with the themed parties, glogirly? As if the little piggy invitations weren't silly enough. Pig cupcakes. Pig napkins. Carving a watermelon PIG??? I'm guess I'm just glad she didn't make a watermelon effigy of me. I'd take issue with that.


All of the guests looked like they were having fun. I don't know why. Lots of loud laughing. I think they were drinking.


They were eating racks and racks of barbecued ribs. You know, Pig...the Other White Meat. I kept my distance. No need inspiring ideas for Another White Meat.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day



Hi everyone, Katie here.

Glogirly was explaining to me how today is Father's Day. I guess I'm supposed to be nice to the Other One. I mean gloman. I know I should be grateful to him since he's the one that adopted me. He brought me home to surprise glogirly on their anniversary one year. But I'm a cat. I'm not supposed to be grateful. It's not in the manual.

But then she told me about how much we have in common and what Father's Day means to her. You see, she was adopted too. She certainly never had to worry about the horrible things that might happen if no one adopted her like us cats do. She was really lucky though because the nice man and lady that brought her home loved her very much. They taught her all sorts of important things. Like how to walk and ride a bike. How to do Itsy-Bitsy-Spider. How to belly laugh. How to be kind and humble.

Glogirly's dad even taught her how to drive. She got to drive a dune buggy when she was 8 years old. Sparkly purple with a white vinyl roof and bucket seats. No wonder she thought her dad was cool.

The most important thing (besides driving) that she learned from her dad was the magic of optimism. He never let challenges get him down. No matter what. He saw good in everything and everyone. If it was 100 degrees outside he'd say that where he was, there's a little breeze and it's not too bad at all.


So today when she remembers her dad, she smiles. Grateful for all his gifts. Gifts? Where's the gifts? Can I have some? I love ribbon.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

The Cat Whisperer



Hi everyone, Katie here.

You're probably wondering about this 'gloman' I speak of. Sometimes
I just call him the Other One. I know, I should be grateful to him since he's the one that adopted me. He brought me home to surprise glogirly on their anniversary one year.

But I'm a cat. I'm not supposed to be grateful.


Glogirly calls him the Cat Whisperer. You see, gloman has been trying to turn me into a dog ever since I was a kitten. He's totally a dog person. And apparently watched a little to much of Cesar Millan on TV. So I play along. Mostly when I feel like it. I'll fetch. I'll come to him when he calls. I'll stay and not squirm when he's holding me. I'll even pretend to be interested in whatever he's looking at on his computer.


I'll totally stop what I'm doing if he hisses at me. When he hisses I'm apparently doing something wrong. Depending on the severity of the hiss, I may even decide to run. Lately there has been some miscommunication in the mornings with his underarm spray.
He just laughs. I don't find it funny.

I decided to really mess with him and I actually let him pull my tail on a regular basis. I know, crazy. But I even have him believing I like it. It's very entertaining. He's so gullible.

Glogirly lets me get away with murder. So I figure it's safest to just make nice with the Other One. And if all else fails, play the cute card.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Semper Fidelis



Hi everyone, Katie here.

I'd like to introduce you to PFC Gabe. He is a United States Marine. Cool, huh? When he left for basic training in December, I wasted no time moving into his room. He's the only other human besides glogirly (and I suppose gloman) that I like. He graduated from basic training in March with a Private First Class stripe and a medal for expert marksmanship. Now he gets to tote around this really huge missile thing. Wait, Marines don't shoot cats do they? I better check into that. Gloman and Glogirly are really proud of him. Actually they get a bit gushy for my taste. But I guess it's a pretty big deal, becoming a Marine and all.


Check out his awesome muscles. He's totally got that tough-guy-leatherneck-don't-mess-with-this-Marine look down, doesn't he?
Don't be scared, he's actually a big sweetheart. Likes cats too.


THESE are the ones you should be scared of. The four men in the Smokey Bear hats. They were PFC Gabe's drill sergeants. Don't let the funny hats fool you. These are some of the toughest, strongest and most dedicated Marines out there. Probably all dog people too... whatever.

I'm not sure when I'll see PFC Gabe again. Might not be until Christmas. For now he's stationed at Camp Pendleton, CA. Somehow I don't think it's like being at camp. When he does make it home, there is going to need to be some negotiation regarding his old room.



Thursday, June 18, 2009

Remembering Mom


Hi everyone, Katie here.

22 years ago glogirly lost her mom.  I never knew her.  That would of course make me 154 in people years.  But I've seen photos and heard stories.  I can tell she was a one-of-a-kind lady loved by many, especially her daughter.  I understand she was more of a dog person. 
I'm going to let that one slide.  For now.

When glogirly was a teenager she used to get really mad when someone said she was growing up to be just like her mom.  Now when someone tells her how much she reminds them of her mom she considers it to be the most wonderful compliment she could ever receive.  

Maybe I should be more like her mom.  Friendly, compassionate, generous.  Oh that's right, I'm a cat.  Forget about it.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

I'm not sure who this Bach guy is


Based on an overwhelming response to my blogging talents, (our friend Muti likened me to Greta Garbo,) glogirly has officially passed off the keyboard and mouse to me.  

Now this blog is MINE, ALL MINE!  Mitts off.  I vant to be alone.

So yesterday glogirly had her piano lesson.  Man, I thought I'd NEVER get some me-time.  I have to listen to her bang out Mr. Big-Daddy Bach day and night.  I'm not sure who this Bach guy is, but glogirly can sure find creative ways of using his name.  She says Bach is a four letter word.  I don't know what that means either.  I like hanging out by the piano though.  Sometimes I even jump up on the bench behind her when she's playing just to scare her and make her mess up.  

My favorite songs are You Are My Sunshine, Happy Birthday and 
She's My Katie Girl.  I'm okay with that Chopin guy too.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Nice To Meet You

Hi everyone, Katie here.

That's right, I'm Katie (Glogirly's cat) and while she's busy figuring out how all this blogging business works I thought I'd tell you a little bit about myself.

I'm Katie. (yeah I know, I'm repetitive but thorough.) I'm 5 years old and have greeny-golden eyes. I have a beautiful black & white fur coat and I weigh in at a svelte 9.5 pounds. I ate ribbon once and glogirly had to pay $2000 to save my life. I made quite an impression with the vet and now have a "mark" on my file. Something about hissing, spitting, swatting, cantankerous...whatever. I love my small family. Well I love glogirly. I tolerate gloman. And that's about it. I really don't like anyone else. I'm a cat and that's just how it is. I have gingivitis. I eat a special food that makes me crunch really loud. I'm a grazer and eat all day and night, crunch crunch. My favorite toy is my green rainforest frog that gloman bought me. I hate manicures. I'm partial to piano music. I'm not allowed to go outside. It must be a really bad place. I love affection, I just keep it a secret. I'm cute and I know it.

my frog