The Frozen Tundra

So, I thought I'd take off across the frozen tundra

to see what's out there. .  . .

Hmmm. . . what's this?

I think I'll eat it.

Well, that's enough of that.

Time to go back in and really eat something.

Yes, I will eat next to her (the Squeakster)

as long as there's a wall between us.

(In fact, when the Big Two Legged One is not around,

we're very cordial.  This morning,

she caught us nuzzling each other

in a good morning kiss.

Don't tell anyone!)

And Merry Christmas to all our friends out in cat land!

with love,

from

Pişi and Squeak

An Old Favorite

. . . having gotten past the stress of the End of Time,

we can now get on to partying.

So let us please post an old favorite

Christmas song:

Two shopping days to go!  Are you ready?

with love,

from 

Pisi and Squeak

. . . this is what we have to say about the End of Time

(One of our human's Facebook friends posted this.

Don't know where she got it. 

But we like it a lot!)

Watching The World Go By

We're not even going to make excuses for our long silence.

Just blame it on the human.

Hopefully, now that she's on Christmas break,

we'll be able to be here more often.

But in the mean time, let me share what I've been doing:

Just watching

You may wonder what a house cat with porch privileges can have to watch, well,

just look closely.  Can you see what I see?

Let's get a little closer:

There he is!  My friend, the Black Cat!

Hope all our other cat friends in Cyber Land are doing well!

 With love,

from 

Pisi 

and 

Squeak

Mid-day Nap

We are kind of upset

about our BTLO (Big Two Legged One aka: Human).

She has been far too busy for her own good.

We don't even wake up anymore when she walks in the house

But we think of our cat blogging friends often,

and we wanted to say

hello ~

we miss you!

And we hope you're all fine.

With love,

from

Squeak and Pisi

Jumping Cats, Video

Well,

we're sorry we're not appearing in person,

but we found this video

thanks to our friend over in Arbroath ~ ~

We'd like to say it's abusive to cats,

but,

well,

it appears these cats are abusing themselves a bit.

Ah, well, there's a reason we have nine lives

Word Verification

Hi folks,

Squeak here.

We really do like to hear from our friends in blog land,

and a few weeks ago, one of our friends told us

that they found Word Verification

to be very difficult.

So we took it off.

Well, I'll tell ya,

we started getting some really strange stuff,

and I just didn't like it.

So I put Word Verification back on.

We really do want to hear from you,

and we hope you'll still write,

even if it means you have to identify one of those wacky words.

Have a great week,

even if you don't write and say hi!

love

from 

Squeak

Winter Is Coming

. . . . and look at the condition of our porch:

the awning is gone!

But I'm resolved to stay here

as long as I can!

Happy first week of October to everyone!

with love from Pisi

Pisi Really Likes This Video

Yummy Yellow Flowers

yam yam yam yam yam yam yam

What????

Who, me?

No -- i wasn't eating the flowers!

Hope you're all having a great Beginning of the Week!

with love,

from Pisi

Catching Up With Squeak

Well, some folks think that I just lie around and do nothing

or keep our Big Two Legged One's Desk Chair warm

(she keeps telling me to get a job)

But actually, when I get a stringy thing in my sights,

the true tiger in me comes out.

Well, I should say,

the tiger kitten in me comes out:

You'll note, my "toy" is a little buddhist peace flag

that the BTLO got in the mail.

As one of her friends says,

I send out little peace notes whenever I send it flying,

which is why, I think, I like to play with it.

Happy September to all our friends

from Pişi and Squeak,

with a special call out to our

teacher friends returning to work!

NO NAME CHANGE TO THIS BLOG!

In response to our friend

Katnip Lounge's question

about us changing the name

of our blog, just because of Marmalade, we say

NO WAY!!!

I, Pişi, am still the queen of this blog

and 

I, Squeak, will leave home if she even tries to do that!

This is our blog, that's final.

We'll continue to write on it, too,

whenever she (our Big Two Legged One) sits down long enough

and gives us a chance!

We love our blogging friends, and we hope you're all doing well --

You'll be seeing more of us, too

(though she keeps grumbling about classes starting . .  .)

with love from

Pişi and Squeak

Marmalade

Hello friends,

We are really still here.

Our human has been thinking way too much lately  --

She's a teacher, you know, and getting ready to go back to school.

Also, she spends a lot of time in the gardens.

It appears there's another cat hanging out in the garden --

here he is.

His name is Marmalade:

We think he's kind of handsome,

but we sure hope mom doesn't bring him inside.

There's a neighbor who feeds him --

but he sure likes our house --

What will happen in winter???

Hope everyone's having a good August

with love

from Pisi and Squeak

Cooked Meat

Why is Pisi saying

when she follows me around,

              miaowing,

even after she has eaten?

Is she asking me to feed her again?

I beg to differ; she's actually asking me to feed

myself.  She is, after all,

domesticated.  And

in the cat world, "domesticated" means

to prefer ones meat

cooked,

especially over an open fire.

Because that's how it was cooked

aeons ago when

the first brave feline took the step -- 

or should I say,

the first hungry feline took that step 

into that huddle of men,

that circle of fire,

and chose to not attack

but rather accepted

                                          the rules, and in accepting

                             the rules, received

Cooked Meat.  

Cooked Meat? the first brave cat or two meowed

and then ate some more

and liked it.

And once into cooked

meat, there was no

turning back.

My cat, Pisi, might I note, is a 

frontier cat, a border 

cat,

not content with mice 

or just one street corner.

That's why she's with me.

Now, that primitive connoisseur cat invited other cats

like itself to dine with her, and gradually,

they all joined the human coterie,

and in joining

-- and surviving -- 

developed an innate sense memory to find

Cooked Meat.  Smell

sense and sound sense and 

sight sense and sixth sense, the cat 

knows the meat is cooking and awaits

its arrival, patiently.  Obediently.  After

a few generations, the cats become

programmed to believe that

Cooked Meat is the only ticket

to survival.  So

my meowing evening cat, following me

from every task to every task except 

cooking meat, is not demanding more

cat food, but rather expects that since I give her

meat even when she doesn't ask for

Meat, she'd much prefer I just

Cook Meat.   Cook Meat! is what she says, not

"cat food."  She wants

Cooked Meat.  And once I

Cook Meat, and Share Meat,

she is replete, and if I'm 

good, she might even let me

pet her,

brush her,

tame her.

My cat Pisi, plucked early in life

from Ankara's cat-killing streets,

learned fast.  Domestication appealed

when she knew the wild would 

turn her into

Raw Meat.  So she said, pass the

Cooked Meat, and keep it coming!  And she has traveled for miles

with me because I give it

to her,

even when she doesn't ask.

The domestic cat, like any

domesticated creature

requires consistency.  She

wants the meat everyday,  or else

she'll eat your ankle.

Take heed:

FEED

the cats

Will It Go 'Round In Circles?

(via subwaysuicides on YouTube)

hanging out with Pişi and Squeak

So, we've found that when it comes to this porch space,

we're best off getting along.

Sort of,

Our Big Two-Legged One gets really mad when we fight

out here.  

So, the BTLO wants us to show off her impatiens.

She's really excited about them, because she grew them

from seeds.

So here they are:

She didn't grow the begonias from seed,

but she did get them to live through the winter.

I'm telling you,

she's a little obsessive.

But I still kind of like her.

Hope you're all staying very cool!

On The Porch with Pişi and Squeak

What do you mean we can't be out here in the winter?

Happy sun to all our blogging kitty friends!

Henri Le Chat Noir

We are,

if you haven't figured out already,

very discerning cats.

And Squeak, in particular, is in a state of near constant 

ennui

So when we discovered Henri le Chat Noir,

we felt we'd found a new level of cat video,

one that spoke to our inner most beings.

So, now for our cat blogging friends

(if you haven't seen them already):

Henri

Laugh~

Cry~

feel despair

with Henri:

Pisi's addiction

Oh, my goodness

what's this?

'nip?  Oh, yummy!!!!

I'm lovin' it!

. . . and look, I think I found more!!

I think I'm wasted . . . . but as happy as a deaf cat can be!