September is here...oh the horror

Listen up folks...there are a horrifying 59 days left til Halloween. The time when your human becomes a nutjob more so then normal and decides you need to "dress up". I don't see my neighbors giving out cans of tuna each year. This is last year's costume. It cost my human her favorite pair of shoes. Oh yeah, I peed on them. I'd do it again if she hadn't moved them all behind the doors. They hang there magically and I can't quite figure out how to reach up there just yet. I repeat... JUST.. yet.

Now for those of you other cats out there...don't try to play dead when they do this costume thing...it doesn't work. It makes it easier for them to put it on. One can of tuna isn't worth it.. a year supply...maybe. I'm hearing stuff like "mermaid" for this year already...I'm drinking up lots of water as we speak.

After Party Blues

And so the humilation begins with the wearing of the bells. I'm already the center of attention..but why would they think I would enjoy such a huge accessory? I think a little collar would have been tasteful or maybe a little bowtie? Yes...I can see myself with a bowtie...very classy. There were plenty of humans who were very generous with gifts and one even brought their cat along. I can't say Dita was very happy with that. My toys consisted of (all catnip filled) a cigar, a heart, sardines, mice, bouncy balls with bells (my revenge will be sweet with these), fish on a string, feathers on a string, and a mouse that can't make up its mind where its going. There was plenty of good food but there were also lots and lots of feet around. I spent most of the evening in one of the rooms where there were fewer people. I also ended up letting a few of them know they had more then enough by knocking their glasses out of their hands. Seriously.. look at them... Tell me they haven't had enough here....and where am I in the photo you ask? I had the good sense to run away...far far away from the clicky clicky thing they constantly chase me around with. Well i'm off to go enjoy some of those little mice and try to forget and possibly bury that blue thing at the bottom of my litter box. Oh the horror of it all!

Getting Older

It is getting closer to the date that my human likes to call "my birthday" when in fact it really is the anniversary of when I came to live here. My other housemate was also brought in last year around this time so the crazy human has decided to throw us a party this week. Now I'm sure you can tell just how excited I am about this. Humans running around, loud noises, lots of feet everywhere and me with my tail just cleaned. This should be interesting. Wonder if any of them plan on bringing their cats. Oh no, the litterboxes were just cleaned too! Hm..better check on that grocery list and make sure all the good stuff is on it.

I'll check back later hopefully with my tail intact. - Craven

****UPDATE ON POOR GIRL*****

Turns out our poor little girl is a momma cat after all..she is still nursing her babies so we had to turn her loose outside because we didn't know where the kittens are being kept. We will continue to try to catch the older kittens and the male cats running loose. Several female cats are pregnant or have just given birth so we are finding it difficult to try to remove them to have them fixed without hurting the babies. If anyone has any tips it would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks!

Poor Girl

I'd like you all to meet one of our "neighborhood" cats. She's got such a pretty face but no place to call home other then a bush, or under a tree or in a street well. She is one of the cats we donate some of our food to daily. She will be making her way tomorrow to the SPCA to be fixed so she doesn't end up a single mother. We don't know if she ever had a home before as she seems to be new to the neighborhood. We've only started seeing her around a few months ago. We live in the Ocean Township area of Monmouth County so if anyone knows of someone missing their baby, please contact us. Until then, the vet will check her out, give her shots and fix her (if she hasn't been already). She'll rest comfortably for a few days before being released outside again. We will try our hardest to try to find her a good home if possible. Its always good to have a clean pillow to warm your haunches under. Having a human around to domesticate isn't so bad either. Meow once, they pet you. Meow twice, you get a toy. Meow three times and you get feed. Humans are so easy to train.

The picture above is in our bathroom. We felt it was a little cruel to keep her in a carrying cage for 2 days while waiting for the ASPCA drop off date. Our human says she has to stay seperated from us until she gets her tests done. I hope she passes them all with flying colors. Until then, keep your paws crossed!

Tuna in every bowl

There is a time for every cat to look around and see all that they have achieved. A nice couch to scratch, a clean litter box, a human servant to do thy bidding and above all, tuna in every bowl. I look out my window daily and see hobo kittens huddling together doing a meow quartet in exchange for food. Sometimes I wish I could be out there roaming free, seeing and smelling the different sites but then along comes a rumbling noise from lord knows what and snaps me back to my senses. Yes, I feel for the ones out there that aren't as lucky to have such sound insulated digs such as myself. I take time out of my daily routine to push aside one of my cans for my human to go out and feed my friends. A tuna in every bowl is my motto. If every cat who had it as lucky as I were into such philanthropy, it would be a happier but probably fatter place.



As always, make sure all of your housemates are spayed/neutered. You don't want to wake up one day to have your favorite blanket smell like the bottom of someone's litterbox. Yuck! That's when they get the wrong side of my paw.