Saturday Sickness

A cats work is never done. My mom was hit with a nasty stomach thingie. I don't know if it was something icky she ate or if she had a 24 hour bug. All I know is that she didn't feel good and she had an owie tummy.

I'm very sensitive about these things. I don't usually sleep with my mom. That job belongs to my momma Ellie and my sister Bennette. The second I knew something was up, it was time for me to take charge. I jumped up on the bed where my mom was complaining loudly and I burrowed under the covers and curled up in a ball right where her tummy is so I could purr away her pain. I knew I was doing good when she stopped fussing over her tummy and started fussing over me.

My mom didn't get a picture of the whole thing, but this picture is a dramatization of what I did. You'll have to imagine the blankie covering me.

I stayed with my mom until dad got home. Then I let him take over.

Formerly Feral Friday

Hi everyone, I'm up in a tree today. I have been staying out of the drama that is playing out in the house. Ok, maybe it's not so dramatic, but according to my mom, Nigel is still hanging out behind the couch because the last time he came out he got neutered. Mom tries to explain to him that it's a one time deal but he's not hearing it. Everyone continues to sniff at the door in the hallway, including Grete. Ellie darted in the room when mom went in to feed Nigel...they got to take a look at each other, but that was about all...no hissing happened during the encounter.

Meanwhile, I'm having a grand time. I'm letting my mom rub my belly on a regular basis, and she is telling me that she hopes that Nigel will one day do the same. It only took 1 year for my mom to be able to rub my belly so hopefully Nigel won't take as long since belly rubs are nice. I miss hanging out with Nigel in the yard, but I know he's doing great and one day we will hang out again. My willow tree is starting to look like the leaves are thinking about coming back for spring. It's a great tree and it's fun to sit up here and watch everything. When I go in at night Madison is there waiting for me. He is waiting until it's really spring to go outside.

Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie

Come into my garden and let's see what's going on this week. Here next to the raised bed, we have a few daffodils starting to poke out of the grass (I mean moss).

Dad did his work and chopped up some of last years leaves to mulch the garden. They still need to get with it and clean out the remains of last years strawberries.

Here in the herb garden I'm trying to send a message...let's see if you can figure it out....

I'm saying it's time to clean out the rest of the beds so we're ready to plant in the spring!!

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday Tales

There has been a lot more action in the hallway recently. With Nigel moving in we are all very curious about what he looks like, if he'll like us, if we'll like him. You know.

In order to help us feel better, mom has been buying us new treats, like this nip banana and a new fleecy bed which mom bought for me, but Bennette stole it. I'm trying to look under the door and be nice to Nigel, but there is a rumor going around that when I did that, there was some hissing going on. No one can say for sure whether it was me or Nigel...but I'm the leading suspect. I think Bennette looks way too comfortable in what is supposed to be my bed.

PS...we have been having trouble with the evil word verification thingie so we have disabled it for now!

Man Cat Monday

I've had a really rough time of it lately. First I was getting used to hanging out in this room, eating good food and enjoying my private heater vent. Then a couple of days ago, I am forced into a box and hauled off to the scary place where I went about a week ago (where they stole my blood). I didn't go without a good fight, but they tossed a blanket over my head and I lost the battle. I was one pissed off cat.
When I woke up I was a bit sore and groggy. I'm over that now, but I have no desire to come out from behind the couch. Everything is blocked off so I can't get under the couch. In the meantime, I'm definitely getting the feeling I'm being wooed by a certain fluffy princess.

This morning she brought me a ball to play with, only she couldn't quite stuff it under the door.

Then her velvet paws and sweet face appear under the door. She is beautiful but I really don't feel much like conversation right now. I appreciate her efforts to get to know me, but I'm going to sulk behind my couch for a few more days.

Easy Like Sunday Morning

We may fight over rights to the bean bag chair and fight over who gets to play with the nip banana, but when all is said and done, we curl up together and nap after a nice bath. That is what we have planned for today.

Saturday Acatemy Awards- Guy Noir, Mystery Man

The scene opens to find our heroine Miss Ellie looking longingly under the door to the private room.

Ellie: I know he's in there, I can see him, I can smell him!

The mystery mancat behind the door seems oblivious to her interest.

Giving up for the moment, Miss Ellie walks into the living room and jumps on the couch. Once there she finds a soft warm blanket, she settles in and grooms her cream colored fur. Soon she is fast asleep.

Once asleep, Miss Ellie starts to dream.

Begin Dream Scene:

Ellie: I've been watching you from my window out in the yard for what seems like a lifetime.

Mystery Mancat: I know, I've been watching you too, admiring your fluffy beauty from afar.

Ellie: You know...I must tell you. I have a child.

Mystery Mancat: I don't want to be tied down, but for you, I'll think about it.

Ellie: As much as I want a man in my life just for me, my little girl needs a father. Oh here she comes!

Cory: Momma, is this my new daddy?

Cory (to the mystery mancat): Pappa?

Mystery Mancat: Not so fast kid, your mom and I are just getting to know each other...but you sure are a cute little squirt...you look like me!

Ellie: Let's hang out, maybe I can wash your ears?

Mystery Mancat: Ok!

Ellie: I forgot to ask, what is your name?

Mystery Mancat: Nigel

Ellie: What a nice name for such a handsome guy. (Ellie proceeds to make slow blinky eyes at Nigel and he blinks back)

**********************

Ellie awakes to find herself on the couch and realizes she is all alone. She hops off the couch and saunters down the hall. She goes back to the door and sniffs. She walks away with a sigh as she joins her daughter Cory for a tongue bath in the hallway.

The light fades into darkness.

The story is just beginning.

Friendly Advice Friday

I've been watching mom and dad get all silly about figuring out the right name for Mr. B. I'm not too sure what to think since they had an interesting time naming me. My mom initially started calling me Frances....do I look like a Frances to you? I did my best to ignore her and turn my head every time she said the name. She got the drift but still didn't know what else to call me.

So anyway, one day she came home from the grocery store and she had gingersnap cookies with her. When she said "I've got gingersnaps" I perked up and looked right at her. Since that was the first time I ever did that, she said, "do you want a gingersnap?"...uh no...I just want you to call me Ginger...get it? She then kept on saying "Ginger", like she had never heard the word...and then she finally realized that is what I wanted to be called all along. No matter what Mr. B is called, I hope he loves his name. He has had a couple of years of hanging out in the yard to respond to "Bojangles" or "BJ" or "Mr. B"...same blank stares as when I was called Frances. He does the slow blink when they say "Nigel" or "Sebastian". Be sure to purr a bit for him since he's going in for his hoo-ha-ectomy today.

PS....I love my name.

Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie

Sometimes the best place to oversee the garden is up on the fence. That way you don't miss a thing. I miss hanging out in the garden with Mr. B, but I know that he's safe inside the house. I'm the only one of the kitties who knows who he is. Please make sure you vote for his new name!

What's in a Name Wednesday

I've been sitting here behind the couch for a few days now. They have blocked off the path to get under the couch, but I'm thinking it's ok because I'm parked right here by the heater vent. It's pretty deluxe.
What's so weird is that these humans keep on tossing names at my like I'm supposed to respond. I just stare at them. "Midnight" "Charlie" "Fluffy"...if you've heard it, they tried it on me. Nothing. I just stare at them. They were talking about taking a couple of weeks to figure it out, maybe wait until I'm feeling better and they can see the "real" me. As long as I'm by the heater vent, I don't suppose I care.

They started getting weird. The lady human, who is referring to herself as "mom"...starts talking about this really great website. It's a prince name generator she says. Oh no! Did I end up with a bunch of loonies or what? All she has to do is hit a button and she ends up with endless goofy names, for example "Prince Maurice Laurence Rupert de Lyfeld"...is she kidding me?

At this point, "hey you" is sounding pretty good. Call me anything, just don't call me late for dinner, ok?

So after 3 days behind the couch I decided that maybe it would be ok to come out. This "mom" person has this flashy box, but I think it's ok. I have continued to stare at her while she continues to talk to me. She even tried calling me "Rumpelstiltskin"! I have responded by meowing loudly throughout the night. I know she wants to pet me cause I'm so handsome, but for now she is holding back. I can see it's hard on her. Apparently I look like her beloved departed Jonathan.

So now I'm being told that on Friday I have a really big day planned. That is the day I go back to the v-e-t and get my hoo-ha-ectomy...plus I'm going to get a microchip. That means they better get busy on a proper name for me. It better not be Rumpelstiltskin...

xoxo Mr. B, the cat soon to be formerly known as Bojangles

***UPDATE*** Please vote for my new name! If you don't like the choices, add your idea in the comment section.

Queen of the Nip Naner

The Creek Cats were under the impression that they were the last kitties in the Blogosphere to get a nip naner. That turned out to be untrue because WE did not have a nip naner...never had one either. So of course mom and dad were given their marching orders to go out and get one so we could see what the fuss was about. We all wanted to play with it, but it came down to a battle between me and Ellie.

Get away from my naner, you fluffy little princess...this one is MINE! I'll bunny kick you into oblivion!

Take that!

Oh...I can see she's giving up, it going to be all mine!

Yes, mine! Don't mess with a tuxie!

Monday Morning Coffee

We've been losing sleep around here because of the cat soon to be formerly known as Bojangles. We need some extra strong coffee so dad is back to making Turkish coffee. I love it because of the cat sized cups, even if I won't touch the stuff.

Turns out Mr. B is a singer just like me. He's been singing really loudly in the middle of the night. He's not quite as good as me, but then again he doesn't have a boot sock in the room for inspriation. He's still laying low.

Mom and Dad continue to try out names on him to see if he responds to any of them.

Easy Like Sunday Morning

It's been a very eventful week and we haven't had much sleep. I'm gonna snooze now!

The Trouble with Man Cats

Happy Valentines Day....I think. Ok, so here I am, day 5 of my captivity. I heard the cats here had a blog, so once I got briefed on what a blog is, I convinced Cory to let me take over for the day. I haven't really met her yet, we are just passing notes under the door.

I have been hanging out in this great yard for a couple of years. I used to have a home because I used to have a collar and a bell. That is why the man here started referring to me as "Bojangles"...because I jangled. Whatever dude. My name is not Bojangles. You need to figure that out. So the nice lady who has been giving me nice canned food every morning totally betrays my trust and traps me in this horrific metal cage. I had to stay in there for what seemed like forever. They say it was only like 2 minutes, but you try sitting in one of them and tell me what you think.

I'm then stuck in this room, and I'm thinking maybe it's ok because I can look out the window and its warm...but then on Friday morning when I'm perfectly happy sleeping under the couch, I'm ambushed and the lady actually picks up the couch and the man grabs me and stuffs me in a box! I am then taken against my will to this place...where they had to give me drugs to sedate me. I'm told that they examined me, scanned me, stole my blood and then gave me deworming medicine, clipped my claws, flea dipped me, shaved off some mats, gave me an antibiotic shot and found what they called "hoohas". I know I'm furry but if you asked I could have told you I had them. Really.

So anyway, now I'm back in the room. These people say they are happy because my blood test shows I'm negative for FIV and Leukemia. I just have an upper respiratory infection. I could have told them that if they just asked. Now my hoohas are going to be scheduled to be :choke: removed once I recover from my illness. I'm all snuffly and icky from my cold, but they say that should only last a short while. The Dr. who saw me today said I'm about 3-4 years old, which the man here said makes sense because when he first saw me cruising for his catnip that was about 2 1/2 years ago.

They are talking about giving me a "real" name since Bojangles, Mr. B, etc. was just my "cat passing through the yard name".

Whatever... it's Valentines Day and there are 5 lady cats on the other side of the door and I can do nothing about it! Someone at some point in my life left me to fend for myself. I will see if I can open my heart again.

Signed "Bojangles" aka BJ, aka Mr. B

Formerly Feral Friday

In my opinion, my mom has been spending far too much time trying to be nice to this Bojangles character. I have been patiently sitting around looking at this freeloader eating "my" Fancy Feast, playing with "my" girlfriend Cecilia, hanging out in "my" yard. I'm the mancat around here!

I went outside for the first time in a long time because we got a day last weekend where the temperature got above 50 degrees. I took advantage of it, but as soon as the sun goes down, and I feel a wee bit of chill on my fur...I want back inside. Maybe watching Mr. B through the door isn't such a bad thing. Now that he's been caught I kind of miss seeing him, but not that much. I hope we still get to have fancy feast treats.

PS mom wants to know why Bojangle's pee smells so strongly. They can't find anyplace where he's sprayed or not used the box, but his pee balls smell STRONG. I'm not in the house so I don't have to deal with it. He's supposed to go to the v-e-t this morning if they can succeed in stuffing him in the travel box.

Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie

There's not much new to report on Bojangles. He's still hiding out under the couch and I'm thinking he's just got to take his time in the "room". It's the room we cats have lived in when we came in the house. I took me 3-4 weeks to come out! That's a record. Bennette, never spent a day in the room. That's also a record. Mom felt better when dad reminded her that her velcro lap cat Benjamin spent a full 2 weeks under the very same couch before he came out. Mom can see that food is leaving the dish and the litter box is being used. Other than that, he's in hiding.

So anyway, back to gardening. Once the humans are given their work orders, there's not much for me to do but hang out and check in once in awhile to make sure things get done. Since there is a sun patch today, I'm going to take a nap, trusting that everything will go as planned. There is a ton of plant material from last year that just needs to be hauled out of here.It's time to check up on them. You can see the door they put in the fence so I can go back and forth. I still like to ask them to open the gate for me, just to make sure it still works.

Good job mom and dad, I see the trailer is filling up nicely! We must make sure there is lots of room for new nip plants this year.