Pet Stores or Pet Adoption?

Now,

both Pişi and I 

are adopted cats,

brought into

the BTLO's house

when we were about

two years old,

so

we are rather partial to how animals should get homes.

But,

one wonders

if Austin has taken it too 

far.

Let us know what you think --

we promise, we 

won't be offended

if you

say the pet stores should have

equal rights.

We just have our own

special

bias:

with love,

from 

Squeak

It's Cold Where We Live . . . .

. . . . really cold!

Today it was 11 degree Fahrenheit.

Humans think

we are lucky,

spoiled,

pampered

cats,
and yeah,
I guess we are!

Our mom makes sure

we always have food and

warmth,

even when she's away

for a long time.

She's kind of wacky that way.

But we would love to go outside;

we stare out the windows 

all day long and fantasize
about chasing birds and sniffing
in all those
beautiful places,
even in the snow.

We know how fun it is for animals that go

outside,

but please,

remember:

cats and dogs

can't take the cold!

Take care of our sisters, brothers

and neighbors

who are 

takin' it to the streets:

(catsinhats)

(weather.com on taking care of pets in winter)

Simon's Cat Does Christmas

This may be why 

the BTLO 

rarely gets a big

Christmas Tree:

Just Hanging Out, Listening To Music

:)

Now, that was a cat with a purpose. . . .

!

Portraits of Pişi

Well,

the

BigTwoLeggedOne (BTLO)

was cleaning some stuff out,

and she came upon

a book full

of pastels

she'd done

a few years ago.

It appears 

that I, 

the indubitable,

insistent

Pişi

was the subject

of some of her

contemplations.

I like them:

patty cake cats

in case you weren't

one of the million or so

viewers

of this video,

here it is:

the Patty Cake Kitty Video:

. . . and we take no other credit for this

except

for taking credit

for sharing it with you --

hope you liked it!

^ ^ 

>      <

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O.K., there are Cat Ladies, and then there's . . .

. . . this:

(thechronicle.com.au )

This Australian guy

married 

his dog.

Seriously.

Now, if you ask me,

that's just the craziest thing

I've ever heard.

I mean, honestly,

folks might call

the BTLO

a "cat lady,"

but she'd never try

to marry a cat.

I mean, really:

she knows any self-respecting cat

would  say "no."

stay warm!

from

Pişi

How To Deal With A 3 Year Old, or: How I Spent My Thanksgiving

So there I was, minding
my own business,
enjoying this lovely
cushion
on this lovely
rocking chair,
when suddenly,
there he was:

The Three Year Old





You would think he
would want
to bother
ol'
Fluffy,

but noooo

Not only did he want
to be with me,


he also

wanted to
BE ME.

He walked around
announcing:
"I'm Pişi! I'm Pişi!"
and then
he'd meow
and hiss.

I tried
hissing
at him,
but that only made him
want to be me
even more.

I never once
saw him
bother ol'
Fluffy--
oh, I should say
Squeak

You know, I should tell you:
I actually have
another name for her.
Squeak,
that is.
The BTLO
is only vaguely aware that I,
Pişi, have renamed
Fluffy, and her other name
isn't Fluffy.
Though I do call her that sometimes.
But other times, I call her
Beyza.
It's a Turkish name.
It means:
very white.
You know, sometimes

she seems
so white to me,
she disappears.


Anyway,
ol' Beyza
had a grand old time over Thanksgiving,
and I had the delight
of entertaining
a Three Year Old
who thought he was me,
when he didn't think he was
a Tiger.

My solution:
sleep.
Just keep right on
sleeping.

Eventually,
he would go away. . . .

But we both got plenty
of turkey,
and we got all
of the giblets.
What else can you ask for?

with love,
from
Pişi and Squeak (aka: Beyza/aka: Fluffy)

Caboodle Ranch

well, if she ever kicks us out,
we think we'll go here:








Caboodle Ranch, Madison, FLA

The Cat Blogosphere!

shshshshshsh She's sleeping

OK,

we'll I just have to tell you

both yours truly and I

were just delighted yesterday when,

at a most opportune time,

when we were both kind of depressed

and feeling like no one loved us,

we went to check out our blog.

We're all

kind of frustrated that the Stats thing isn't working.

So, we all

go to the blogs,

to see if we can detect any new action,

and what do we see?

17 new cat blog buddies

saying hi!

on our blog!

Well. . . . we are purrrfectly

delighted!

We want to say hello!!!!

to all our new friends at

the Catblogosphere

We are really thrilled to have all these new feline friends!

And to be part of a community of cat lovin' humans, too

It could take us a little while

before we figure out how to work being in that community,

but we're eager to find out how!

But Thanksgiving's coming up,

and BTLO is really busy these days.

Still, we're around!

Tomorrow, we're headed towards

Kitty Nirvana.

I'll send pictures as soon as we get there,

but the rumor is:

there will be a three-year-old there!

What?

Yeah, one of the topics she and I both

agree on

is the one of three-year-old humans.

We try to avoid the kid

at first,

because he's almost four.

Which means he actually isn't

so afraid any more.

Now, when it comes to scaring away

three-year-olds,

Pişi

has the far better M.O.

Me, I'm just fluffy and pretty

and everyone

wants to pet me,

especially the three-year-old,

who has a stuffed cat that looks

just like me.

Wish me luck

Oh, and

Have a really great Thanksgiving!

with love,

from Pişi & Squeak!

Chicken Soup Kind of Day

Well, let us tell ya'

it's been a chicken soup kind of day.

And if we can wake up for it,

we might get to lick the bowl.

but it's been such a nice day to just sleep.

Maybe we both caught a bit of the illness

that the BTLO has had.

Yeah, she's been sick,

which is actually great 

for the two of us,

because that means she's been at home!

And when she's home,

we both get equal time,

and we don't fight hardly at all,

and we get brushed,

and lots of treats

and lap time.

It's been pretty tough for her lately;

she's been working a lot,

and doesn't have much time

for blogging,

which is what she'd rather be doing.

We know that.

We know she's just

the happiest human

when she can sit home and write.

But,

as she says,

she has to pay for all that fancy

cat food

she gets us.

She does get some pretty good cat food for us, too.

But we've had a few really happy,

homey 

days,

while the BTLO

has been sick as. . . 

(why do people always say

"sick as a dog?")

. . . a human.

And we've been getting to eat

the leftover chicken soup,

and sleep

and meditate.

with love,

from 

Pişi & Squeak

long cat. . . .

Well, it's been awhile.

No excuses;

we could blame it on

the Big Two Legged One,

but honestly,

we've just been sleeping a lot.

Pişi sleeps a bit more than I do.

She is getting older.

Sometimes I walk up to her

and sniff her,

just to make sure she's still

breathing.

I'm telling you, when she's asleep, she's really out of it,

and it can be hard to tell.

I was just going to walk over

and take a picture of her

on her multitude of beds,

and wouldn't you know it,

she woke up:

We have these beds all over the house.

BTLO bought two for me,

but the minute she brings one home,

ol' stinky up there moves in on it,

fills it with her scent,

and then I really don't want to sleep in it.

I just flop down where ever I can.

. . . and then there's the matter of my size.

Two of our other human friends,

Joanne & Erin,

say I'm not fat, I'm "poofy,"

and I really prefer that interpretation

of my expanding girth,

but you've all seen me when I'm shaved:

I'm not that fat.

Really.

But I am big.

Bigger than the average female cat.

After I moved in with

BTLO,

when I was two,

I kept growing,

so now I take up a fair amount of room

on a couch or a bed, or even a floor.

Mom -- woops, I mean the BTLO --

has just about decided

I'm pure Maine Coon,

an assessment I'll go along with.

At the very least,

I have royal blood.

So this only means I was all the more interested

when I learned of this boy-cat

named Stewie,

the longest cat in the world,

a Maine Coon who measures in

at 4 feet long.

Here he is

and a story about him:

( stewie at People.com )

Now, I don't know about you, but I think

he's one hot boy cat.

I love his face.

I'm putting pictures of him

inside my travel case,

where I do sleep sometimes,

because no one bothers me there.

No one.

Not even the BTLO, because

she thinks I'm afraid of the travel case,

when actually 

I've come to like it,

because most of the time,

when I get shoved into it,

I come out again in one of two

of my favorite places --

my groomer (I love getting groomed!)

or the BTLO's mom's house, aka: Kitty Nirvana.

So I go to sleep in it,

hoping when I wake up,

I'll be in one of those places.

But for now, I think I'll crash

on the couch.

See ya later,

love,

Squeak

Happy Halloween From Pişi and Squeak

honestly,

we would never let

the Big Two Legged One

put a costume on us,

but we like some of the Mean Kitty's:

And here are some more:

Happy Halloween To All!!!

with tricks and treats

from 

Pişi and Squeak

Send Roses Next Time

So,

she actually thought 

this crummy vase full of flowers

would subdue me,

after weeks of being silenced

by

all

The Big Two Legged One's

schenangigans,

she tries to make up for it

with these flowers?

Well,

what would 

YOU

say to that?

Luckily, I currently have control

of the keyboard

and I'm trying very hard

to be witty.

But things in our part of the world

have getting kind of chilly

and lazy,

and much of the time

the best thing to do

is sleep.

But every now and then,

like the other night,

something exciting rolls in.

We had one

heck of a storm;

the BTLO

was outside,

in the wind

trying to light a fire

(a quest I was wholly in support

of

given that she had this gorgeous piece

of kuzu,

lamb,

my favorite meat,

and she was planning to slap it on 

those hot charcoals,

but instead --

change of plan:

the wind picked up,

the sky went dark,

and

everything started flying:

charcoal,

chair,

BTLO's beer.

We ended up eating

salmon, baked

but that wasn't so bad.

And yes, 

if you're wondering

about our friend Fluffy,

she's still here, still

thinking that Sunshine Award we received

was just for her.

I just realized something:

I haven't said 

a darned thing

that was witty.

Just being a kitty,
catching up
with her peeps
and distant
cat relatives.

Oh, look at this beautiful sky:

This was taken from our

second floor

balcony,

terrace

observation point --
she calls it a
porch;
I call it my
lookout point.

Kinda pretty, huh?

with love,
from
Pişi
and Squeak

A Sunshine Award!

Holy Cats!

Someone has honored us!

We received a Sunshine Award

from our friend

Debra (She Who Seeks)

and we are

very, very flattered!

And it worked!

It brightened up

an otherwise

rather gloomy hum-drum stuck-inside-the-house cat day.

We will definitely pass

on the sunshine--

This weekend.

We Promise!

In the meantime, 

Thank You!

Have a Happy Day!

with love from

Squeak

and

Pişi

Uh, oh, send messages to convince her. . .

. . . .  not to get one of these:

Our Big Two Legged One occasionally

gets really fascinated with

Serval Cats.

We'll both leave home if she gets one. . . .

demanding equal time

You know,

there's a certain point in every cat's life

when she has to really 

take a stand,

demand attention,

and

. . . . 

insist that she get blog time.

you know,

the Big Two Legged One is just so obsessed

with that 

other blog.

And it's very difficult when you're a cat,

and your paws are too big

to type.

I mean, honestly,

it's not like I have much to say,

but this blog

has been silent

way too long

What's my explanation?

Well, the Big Two Legged One,

when not working on

the Other Blog,

has been working like a dog--

seriously:

she comes home every night

and works more,

and

the Stinky Deaf One

and I

fight

for lap time.

It's very hard for me, you know,

since I can hear,

and 

I would like a little 

TLC myself.

But the ugly fact is:

The BTLO

got so used to being with

a cat with broken ears

that she sits around making

no sound at all.

And my illustrious,

exotic

roommate

-- yeah, that one --

gets the run of everything.

Since she's deaf,

well,

there doesn't need to be

any sound.

I have to honestly tell you:

I sometimes wonder 

what she actually hears in her head.

I mean, seriously,

she just sits for hours,

she can even sleep when

the vacuum cleaner is on right next to her.

Does she hear nothing at all?

Or maybe she hears some old sounds

from when she was a kitten,

sounds like I've never heard

before, because

I've never been to Turkey.

In fact, 

my most recent

greatest adventure

was stalking

a salad

Oh, well,

it had no cheese in it.

You get what you can take,

right?

I'll take this nice bed!

If you  have a few extra minutes,
check out this
very serious cat drama
I found on the internet



The Cat Piano from PRA on Vimeo.


I love cat romances --

love,

Squeak

defacing Cats.

. . . what we would really like to know 

is

why do people love

to overdub

the Cats characters

with different songs?

We posted one a while back that we liked a lot,

but, now,

isn't this getting a little crazy?

Yeah, some people

just have

too much time

on their hands!

with love 

from 

Squeak