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Friday, May 28, 2010

Twist and Shout!


Hi folks,
we haven't 
posted much in a while.  We've been too busy
watching and choosing some of our favorite Cat Music Videos:





Thursday, May 20, 2010

Posing the Pose

A big reason why Pişi hates Squeak is because
she (Pişi) knows how terrifically photogenic her roommate
really is.

As in the other day, when Squeak sneaked into the front room 
(aka: Pişi's sanctum, generally reserved only for her use,
especially when the Big-Two-Legged-One 
is there)
Pişi was asleep.
This means Squeak has the run of the house.
So she settled into the front window, and gave me these poses:






Oh, the pictures are a little dark - they  seem to dim up when you transfer them from an iPhone via e-mail - still, I hope her natural beauty is apparent.
Every picture of this cat is gorgeous.

Squeak had a lovely couple of hours up there,
until Pişi woke up.  And then it got crazy.
Cat fights.  Me fighting with cats,
but ultimately, Pişi got her way.

But it seems she must have learned something from Squeak in the process:
how to be a naturally beautiful cat!


I must try to submit this picture, modified a little, to CatoftheDay.com,
and see if Pişi can finally win herself a place
in  the CatoftheDay archives (along with Squeak!)








Sunday, May 16, 2010

Sunny Day



(from marmarisinfo )


See these two?  They're both hanging out in the sun in my home country.  Someone in Marmaris, which is down on the Mediterranean in Turkey, has decided to help the street cats.  You know, people do that all the time - they pick one of us up and take us home until they get bored with us.  (See my earlier entries on my story.)  Oh, yeah, and then you meet the occasional one like my Big-Two-Legged-One who believes in commitment.  

What I like about these folks is they're not locking my cousins here up in a dark, stuffy apartment.  These cats can be outside!  Check out these photos, and follow the link up above for more!


It's like a giant cat preserve --





As a former Turkish street cat, I'm telling you: this looks like Pişi-Pişi Nirvana.



Much to my surprise and delight today, the Big-Two-Legged-One took me outside.  And the sun was just screaming!  BTLO had just planted some flowers, and she just let me hang out on her lap.  Here I am, with the BTLO's fingers. 


She was giving me a really nice massage, it was so nice that I was drooling.  I was really proud of her, she didn't hang on to me and treat me like I was about to bolt, she just let me lie there in the sun!  What an awesome way to spend the day!  






Oh, yeah, you can tell I have this funky eye.  This is pretty common in cats from Turkish streets.  I really don't know why.  When I was still seeing Mustafa Un, he told the BTLO to put tea bags on it, and she tried that for awhile.  It really didn't do much for me, except make me pissed.

She doesn't do it anymore.

Speaking of cat massages, have you seen this video?  




That lady's scary.  I think her cat's on drugs.

Anyway, that's all I have to say today --

have a great one!





Pişi


Friday, May 14, 2010

it's been so long. . . .

Don't ever believe it if your human says she'll let you blog every night.  She won't.
Sometimes she's just not with the program.  She goes and plays mindless games on Facebook.
Sometimes she just obsesses over that other blog.  Sometimes she falls asleep.  
Sometimes she just talks on the phone, or plays a guitar.
And meanwhile, we just want to write on our blog.

So finally, we're back.

Tonight, it's Squeak's turn:



I hate the fact that everyone just thinks I'm cute.  They treat me like I'm some kind of retard, just because I'm cute.  Well, actually, I'm a little more than cute. Especially when my hair isn't cut into this silly (but very practical!) hairdo.  I know as well as the next cat knows that when my hair is long, I'm beautiful.

And if you don't mind: I'd like you to call me by my Turkish name: it's Beyaz.  Not Squeak.  I know old Pişi would grumble and say I'm not the Turkish cat, she is, but I like the name so much more.  It sounds so much more like me.

Both of my names are kind of literal: in English, I'm Squeak, and that's because I don't meow, I squeak. Yeah, I squeak, therefore, I am.

And I'm also beyaz, which means White. 
Yeah, it's a stupid name,
but I think it's pretty.
After all, in Turkey, there was this guy who named a whole book after Snow.


You got Pişi's story.  (OK, if you didn't, see below.)  I will readily admit that hers is far more exotic.  Mine is just the run-of-the-mill American neglect story.  Someone adopted me from the SPCA.  Sure, I remember them; I just prefer to not talk about who they were.  They gave me a good home, for awhile.  I was, after all, a really cute kitten.  They even let me go out and play, with the other cats and with the dogs.  It was fun.  

But then it happened: I got fleas.  I seem to have a lot of skin problems.  Not my fault, you know?  I think it's part of my breeding.  Anyway, I got fleas, and I'm really allergic to them.  My former humans thought they'd get me a flea collar.  They bought it at the grocery store, I think.  Well, it was awful.  It made me feel so sick.  My neck felt like it was burning up.  And it didn't help the fleas.  

My fur was coming off in big hunks.  I didn't even want to take a bath.  And then they decided to help me: they gave me a bath in the flea shampoo made of the same stuff that the collar was treated with.

I thought I would die.

I cried and cried.  My body was like it was on fire.
I cried and cried.
I cried and cried.
So they took me back to the SPCA.  I was two years old.



I have to give those people at the SPCA credit: they took good care of me.
The gave me medicine, and good food.  I had a warm home for a little while while I got better.  But then they did send me to a pet store, where I sat in a cage for a couple months.  And one day, she just showed up.  The Big Two Legged One.  
She'd seen my picture at the SPCA's website!  And she thought I looked Turkish.  So she came and got me.


I was SO happy!  Little did I know I'd just moved in with Psycho-Cat.  I lived in one room for about three months, while I got used to the fact that Psycho-Cat lived with me.  And Psycho-Cat got used to the fact I lived with her.

I was really happy in that one room. I'd get all this individual attention, brushing, and little treats.  When I moved out into the rest of the house, it got kind of dangerous for awhile.  Seriously.  I live with a crazy cat.

I've had some really rough times with the Piss-head, but we've also gotten used to each other.  When we're here hanging out alone, sometimes we tell each other stories about our crappy pasts.  And then we kind of squint and roll in the sun, and she'll play a bit, then I'll play a bit.  I generally like it, but I know Pişiwill give me trouble when she wants to sit on the Bit Two Legged One's lap. 

That's ok.  Over the months, I've come to understand one crucial thing about Pişi: she can't hear a thing.  That's why she acts so defensively when she's awake.  When she's asleep, I can do anything.   And I do.  Sometimes when she's awake, I can walk right up behind her and hit her on the butt, and then run, and it's really kind of funny.

 So it's really not so bad here.