Cat Cam

For those of you who always wondered what 

life would be like

from a 

Cat's Perspective,

your cattish curiousity

is about to be sated:

 

Here's what your garden looks like to a cat:

. . . and a German cat on the prowl:

Here's a Japanese cat sharing his adventures and pictures:

Boy,

he has the life!

There appears to be a little love story going on in here,

Of course the other great benefit of this

Cat Cam

is that housebound cats

like us

can enjoy the prowl

indirectly.

(Oh, but it's never the same!)

Now of course

I know you surely

want to get one.

If so,

here's the website:

Mr. Lee - projects for pets and cats

happy sunny sunday to you!

Cat culture thrives in Istanbul - Hurriyet Daily News and Economic Review

Just in case you didn't read this recent article about my cousins!

Cat culture thrives in Istanbul - Hurriyet Daily News and Economic Review


seni seviyorum,

Pişi

Now Here's The Internet In Action

There are cameras everywhere!

And here's a situation

where cameras,

and YouTube

found justice for a 

defenseless kitty.

Check out this film:

Sick, eh?

This wasn't a street cat.

Here's how the owners discovered 

what happened to their cat, 

Lola,

and their internet response:

 

Here's another story about

the response

that occurred

when cat lovers

and militant cats

the world over

saw that video:

( cattrashinglady-boingboing )

The Cat Crusades are coming!

The Injustices will end!

Oh, These Are Good (aka: We Want A Roomba) ---

No comments really,

are needed.

We love watching our fellow cats

having fun:

The moral of these stories:

we really want a Roomba

^ ^    ^ ^

:) 

P + S

Don't listen to her

Pişi here.

So I see that The Squeaker

got her hands on the blog

last week,

and whined

about me.

I just want you to know,

there's always two sides to the story.

I do tell most of my story

earlier in this blog:

the whole shabang about being taken off the streets,

being passed around in houses

in Ankara

til I came upon the Big Two Legged One,

sort of by accident,

or Fate.

I'm Turkish, so I do

believe in Fate. 

kismet

one of the few words

in the English language

with its origin

in Turkish

(and before that, Persian,

before that, Arabic,

you know the route. . . 

it's an old word, and it should have been

my name)

But it's not.

So here I am, fated to live in

an apartment

5,307 miles,

that's

8,541 kilometers

from the place of my birth.

I can look out the window

(and hey, look at what I saw yesterday

when I looked out the window!

 See that big bug?

What is it?

It's almost as big

as me.)

But I can't go outside.

I would really love

to go outside;

the BTLO thinks I'll get hurt

because I can't hear,

or something like that.

But she's wrong.

I'm not a big cat, 

you see.

I'm small and fast,

built to get myself out of 

tight situations

in a variety of ways,

and yeah,

so I'm a little mean.

I don't take shit

from anyone.

I was the smallest in my litter,

and my litter

was full of boys.

You can just imagine what they did to me.

Just imagine.

Don't censor, just imagine.

It wasn't fun, 

let me tell you.

I didn't want to have kittens,

and I especially didn't want to have

my brother's kittens.

It's bad enough that my father

was one of my brothers

from another litter.

< < < <

So that was why I got nasty,

and fast, 

and started looking for some different digs.

So if you want to find out how I ended up here,

read the earlier entries about me.

Honestly, I thought I'd died

and gone to heaven

when I realized the BTLO

was my human.

She was everything

a cat could want:

she cooks well and shares her food with you;

she lets you sleep in bed in those places against her body

where it's so comfy just to curl up and feel the warmth

of another creature;

and she pets you with those magic hands of hers.

Yeah, she has

magic hands --

when she pets me on the head,

she makes my sore eye

feel so much better.

Quite honestly, I didn't want to share her

with anyone.

At least not a cat.

> > > >

So the first time I realized

she expected me

to share her

was with this guy:

Monty was his name.

He was called by his true,

Jellicle name, and

he had the 

BTLO

first. 

A little while after we moved into our house

at our current place,

8,542 km away

from the place I was born,

she brought him to live

with us.

Imagine my despair,

here I was in a land where

there were cats whose heads

were the size of me,

and this one,

this extra special

boy cat

had a pact

with the BTLO

made before she ever

moved to Turkey.

He was the Boss,

the Top Cat,
He had seniority,

and I was in trouble,
or so I thought.

To say the least,

I gave Monty a lot of trouble:

I hissed I spat

I attacked

I was super bitch,

and I began to realize it was stupid

because

Monty was a gentleman.

Well, he did try to do those things

that my brothers did to me all the time

once,

and when I said no,

he slunk away

and never tried again.

(rare footage of me and Monty together)

Sometimes I wondered why he didn't try something again:

Was there something wrong with me?

Wasn't I good enough for him?

So I acted like a bitch a little more,

and he just

didn't.

He'd wait until I had eaten,

and then he would eat.

He'd watch me while I was asleep,

and play a little, I know,

and when I woke up,

then he would sleep.

He watched me from far away,

and when he started catching mice

and leaving them for me

to play with.

I fell in love with him

a little bit.

But I had an appearance to keep up.

I'd growl and snarl at him,

but if he left the room,

I'd call him.

I watched the Big Boy

get older

and sicker.

I watched him fight

all the medicines

they gave him.

I knew he was dying,

and I watched 

the BTLO

keep petting him

and loving him

and hoping

her hands 

could save him.

But they couldn't.

So she stopped

the medicines

and let him die

proudly.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

I didn't want to tell her that I missed him

when he died,

but I was really sad.

I'd go under the chair

where he slept when he didn't feel god

and look for him.

I'd call and call,

even though I knew he wasn't going to come.

It was great to have the BTLO to myself again,

but

well,

she's not home a lot.

^^  ^^  ^^  ^^  ^^

And then along she came:

Queenie.

This is what she looked like

when she first moved in.

She kept growing and growing

and her hair kept growing and growing.

Little did we know,
when she first came home,
that

she'd turn into this:

Note me

hiding behind the chair,

the same chair

Monty used to sleep under.

I hissed

I spat

I growled

I attacked,

I acted like a bitch a little more,

and ol' Squeaker just

didn't.

Well, actually,

she let me have it

a couple times.

Just a quick swipe 

on the side of my head,

and it hurt.
The she walked away
and gave me
the silent treatment.

But generally,

she waits until I have eaten,

and then she eats.

She watches me while I'm asleep,

and plays a little, I know,

and when I wake up,

she goes to sleep.

She hangs out in another room a lot,

because, I think,

she'd rather be alone.

I sit in my room,

and I call and I call for her,

but sometimes she just ignores me.

I guess I've scratched her a little too often.

I've learned to love her

a little bit.

Or a lot.

But the problem is:

she doesn't understand

why I felt I had to fight so hard

when I did.

It takes time

to make up

after big 

misunderstandings

like that.

So,

I'm trying:

I let her sleep in the bed with

the BTLO and me;

I let her eat 

people food

with the BTLO and I,

but she's not allowed on the table.

I am.

I even eat cat food with her,

and sometimes I play for her,

when I know she's watching,

and she plays a little, too.

Yeah,

there's two sides

to every story.

That's a little more

of mine.

Here Piggie Piggie, I mean Kitty Kitty

Who would have ever thunk it?

At a zoo in Thailand,

pig moms take care of tiger cubs.

Read the story

(and the source of this photo):

LosAngelesTimes

Kitty Tongue

Gotta post these

From one of our fave websites:

I Can Has Cheezburger
(see below and our sidebar for a link)

see more Lolcats and funny pictures

Crazy Cat Lady Action Figure

Get two;

they're cheap:

Crazy Cat Lady Action Figure:

mcphee.com 

And if you like that, you might also like:

( kitschcity )

and this:

(Crazy Cat Lady Costume -- see Amazon.com )


Happy Day To You!

the months, the months. . . .

She's holding us captive, 

you know.

For months, now,

she's been taking 

adorable pictures of us

on her iPhone,

and not releasing them to the public.

Bitch.

She's taking that 

other

blog

oh so seriuosly.

Seriously, now

I'm getting tired of this.

I,

the queen,

( mycatofthedaypage )

have to live with

Psycho kitty,

and 

The Big Two Legged One

is flittin' off into
Outer Space.

( bestfootforward )

Read TBTLO's other blog;

you'll see

what I mean.

That chick is nuts.

Sometimes,

she's so with it, and

I love her,

but something she's soooooo

out there.   

                                           If You Know What I Mean.

but the freaky thing is,

she writes stuff

when she's out there,

and me and 

The Bitch say,

(ohhh, excuse me, me and Pişi 

 --

 she's the one with the exotic name--- and I get to be called "Squeak"!)

anyway, we get together and say:

"woah, TBTLO's gone tonight. . . . .!

She's sittin' there, but

no one's home!"

Then,

we read the stuff she writes.

And it kind of makes sense,

in a really scary way.

If you know what I mean.

Well, the thing that really 

ticked me off

was this:

TBTLO was gone

literally gone,

leaving me alone with,

you guessed it,

Psycho Kitty

for three weeks,

that's right:

Three Weeks!

She comes home then,

hangs out for a few days,

(and that was fabulous),

and then she packs us up

into those dreadful traveling boxes

and drives 

for an eternity

with us

in the car.

I really don't mind it; I slept the whole way,

and then 

was released

into 

CAT NIRVANA.

I'm telling you:

she took us to

Cat Heaven.

Her Mother's House.

Here's me on the back porch

Yeah, the one at the beginning is me there,

too.

How about those FABULOUS

wicker chairs?

Don't I look

just terrific

in them?

But all things must come to an end.

The 

BTLO

stayed in

CATNIRVANA

for about a week,

and then she brought us back here

to my miserable life

under

a

tyrranous

Bitch!

Help Me!

love,

Squeak

R.I.P. -- Flippy Cat

A memorial to one of our favorite fellow jellicle cats:

RIP FlippyCat