Naughty or Nice?

I used to be feral living on the streets. Now, that I have a forever home that unconditionally loves me, I hang out where ever I please and pretty much do what I please.

One of my favorite spots is on top of the DVR above the TV in the family room. One of my favorite hobbies is knocking things to the floor. I have knocked the cat treat container to the floor so many times, they now keep it in the cupboard. If I am being ignored, I knock Alberta and Sky's medicine bottles to the floor. Got the idea?

So imagine my complete and total consternation when one morning I jump up to the best place to take an after breakfast nap and find all of these GLASS ornaments taking up valuable nap space.
What WERE these humans thinking?

WERE these humans even thinking?

Don't they realize that I could knock these on the floor in 10 seconds flat?

Is this a test?

Oh, yeah. Christmas is Monday. My stocking is hung. (Charlene Frances Jeanne is my "real" name, if you can believe THAT)
My Humans said if I were nice, maybe Santa would bring me a bag of those Temptation treats that everyone else is always talking about.

I checked.

Christmas Naughty or Nice List I am on the The Nice List After checking the North Pole database I had : 662 nice entries 605 naughty entries Check your name on the Christmas Naughty or Nice List at JokesUnlimited.com

I think I still have a chance.

Good Wishes and many treats to everyone!!!!
--
Charlie

P.S. Sky and Alberta went to the V-E-T yesterday. Dr. G says Sky has kitty acne and an infected chin so for a whole month he has to take theses pills that the Human says are too big for a horse. And he needs to have hot compresses on his chin twice a day. He's not happy but he's lost a pound since August (which is good).

Dr. G also says Alberta is doing fairly well for an "older model" (Alberta will have something to say about THAT in her next post)and she has gained an ounce in the past month since her hospitalization (which is good)!

Sky's Widebody Wednesday and Wish

As you know, I have what might best be described as a "wide body". A nice looking one, especially for a feline my age, if I do say so myself, but wide, never-the-less. The time had come when I was sort of overflowing my very special and very private resting spot. No one, not even Blackie, challenges me for MY bed.
A week ago, my Human came home from an obviously very successful hunting trip as she was caring several bags and packages. Then she came through the door carrying this big blue thing, walked up to me and said "Merry Christmas, Sky, a bit early"
She gave me a gorgeous new bed - a tasteful powder blue with gold cord trim, lined with fleece and JUST THE RIGHT SIZE for me. I was speechless. And comfortable.But alas, I have come to discover that MY bed is no longer MY private kingdom.Not only does Maggie Fu sleep in it, she plays in it and holds court for her friends while in it.So my one wish, for me, is for Maggie Fu to develop appropriate boundaries and some respect for MY personal space.

I simply want MY bed back.

My wish for everyone else is that they could experience the joy in this season. That those who are hungry could be filled; those who are homeless could find forever homes, those who are ill could be healed. And their humans, likewise.
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Sky

Drips

My job for the day is to sit here and count how many drips drop per hour before someone notices the faucet is dripping. My humans said if I really wanted to be useful, I'd figure out how to make it stop. But what I've learned of life so far, is that "being useful" should never be in a feline job description. Should it?
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Maggie Fu

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Back When I Was a Kitten ...

Well, at the risk of sounding old and crotchety, back when I was a kitten and lived Way UpNorth, we didn't need to stick any of these fake plastic things to the window to look like snow. We just had to look out the window and the real stuff was there. And when I went outside, I had to be tough enough to walk on the cold stuff. And if my original humans were a little slow in letting me back inside, I knew what it meant to be COLD!

Winter evenings, I would sit and listen to my original Man tell the story of when he was a boy and had to walk three miles through the deep snow to get to school. And if it snowed during the school day, he had to be sure to walk behind his older sister on the way home or his little short legs would get stuck in the snow. His sister would back up his story, so there's probably even some truth in it.

Now, I live here in Florida and am trying to explain "COLD" and pass on family history to the new kid, Maggie Fu. Before I moved, first thing in the morning, I used to WANT to go outside to "do my business" even when it was 20 below out there. That is MY definition of "COLD". HER definition of "COLD" is when the house is 68 degrees and she has to walk across one foot of bare tile to get to her litter box.

Kittens these days.

Sigh.

--
Blackie

We're impressed!

Shaggy of Little Cat Feet did an excellent job in answering our song challenge to incorporate his hairball into a famous Christmas carol. He has some real talent! Read it by clicking here

Why?

If they don't want me to play with the dishtowels, then WHY would they hang them where I can reach them?

This is me this morning. As you can see, I'm feeling much better. They keep putting this nasty stuff down my throat "so I don't get an infection" but other than that my energy is coming back and my tummy area looks pretty good even without hair. I really appreciate everyone's concern.

This is me last week on the night my Human decided I was ready to write my first post because I was so persistent at "helping" her work on the computer. We were reading about my good friend Precious Flower, another kitty who seems to be getting "mixed messages" from her humans about what she can and cannot play with.

This morning when I was batting at Alberta's tail while she was eating breakfast, she growled at me and said that I should just go to Idaho and play with Precious Flower for a while and give everyone here a break. Which sounds like fun except I don't even know where the cat door to our screened porch is yet. How am I going to find Idaho?

--
Maggie Fu

Long Day

Yesterday was a loooooooooooong day.

First thing I noticed that was different: the Human was up EARLY. Then NO ONE would feed me. (Up to now, I just had to sit on the table and food would appear.) I sat there empty while EVERYONE else ate their breakfast around me.

Then they stuffed me in my travel bag and put me in that noisy machine. I sort of recognized when we got to Dr. M's office because I spent the first 8 weeks of my life there. It was 7:30 a.m. when the Human and I went in to this small room and she finally let me out of my travel bag. There were two wooden chairs, one for each of us, so I hopped up on mine and sat there waiting.

This big guy came in and said he remembered me. Then he picked me up and carried me away. The rest of the day is kind of a big blur.

It was almost 7:00 p.m. when I finally got back home again. They told me I had my gardenladiectomy, my rabies shot and a microchip inserted. All I knew is that I was hungry, had a naked tummy and hurt all over.
I ate some crunchies but the Human shoved some nasty stuff down my throat. At that point, I simply decided my best bet was to go to bed. Blackie came in and hung out with me for a while. He told me that he and Charlie searched all over for me all morning and kept bugging the OtherHuman when they couldn't find me. I just kind of wanted to be left alone, but it was also nice to have him there.

This morning I'm feeling a LOT better. Of course, the Human didn't "have time" to put up a decent picture of me. But I wanted to thank everyone for their well wishes and to let you know that I'm ok.

--
Maggie Fu

That New Animal

I've never done a "Formerly Feral Friday" post before, but since I am eligible - here goes:

Yes, I used to be feral. Now, I spend a lot of time helping one of my Humans arrange books for workshops. This is me last September and I am still a bit miffed that they didn't upload my picture until AFTER Maggie Fu joined the family in October and they wanted to see HER pictures.

I should have seen it coming. The Human has this idea that sometimes when family events take one by surprise, that you can look back at photos taken earlier and, in retrospect, see "what's coming" by looking at them. Well, just look at the book I was pointing out to them:
That New Animal - a book about sibling rivalry and resistance to a new addition to the family. This was SIX weeks before they brought Maggie Fu home. Weird, huh?

Anyway, I've gotten used to having "the kid" around although she tends to monopolize all the playtime with the humans. BTW: Maggie Fu is having her, uh, surgery, on Monday (the human can't find the dictionary this morning to see what we call it in the Blogospheare) so keep her in your thoughts. That might slow her down for an hour or two at least.
--
Charlie