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