Smokin' Pole

Have you heard about this North Pole thing? It's a lake!!! Now, I'm just a little mixed-breed--my mother was a Russian Blue and my father was a tabby--but that sounds scary to me. I'm sure that there are lots of house cats over there (this cat has to live somewhere, and he's wearing a sweater vest for a reason) and most of us hate swimming! Now, my giants were watching the Colbert Report and I heard some of it, and that's how I heard about this North Pole thing. I'll admit, I only heard a few seconds and don't know anymore about this. I'm actually starting to forget why I brought it up. I'm just a cat.

~Erik

I Am Brilliant!

Brilliant. That is what I am.

I just had a great idea. Does anyone watch MST3k anymore? Well, my giants watch it, and I've taken quite a liking to it. So how's this for a product? A lamp that looks like Gypsy!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



 It's probably been done.

What, Did You Think Cats Couldn't Like TV?

I haven't seen it yet--I have no thumbs, and cannot use the remote, so I have to wait for the giants to watch something that I like too--but I just read the plot synopsis of the last episode of The Office on Wikipedia, and if I were a giant I would be crying. Tears of sadness mixed with those of joy are strange. The only thing that really bothered me: What about Angela's cat, Bandit?? He was taken away, but what happened after?? That should have been gone into, for the benefit of the feline viewers. I, myself, think it would have been a nice way to finish the series up.

~Erik

Swimming Mice

Carlyle, my weirdest brother, has done something very strange.

I walked into the kitchen, where we keep the food and water dishes, and I found one of Carlyle's catnip mice bobbing around in the water. I knew that it had to have been Carlyle, as I had noticed him running around with that little mouse in his mouth, throwing it across the room, and then chasing after it. I don't have anything more to say about it. I just thought it should be said.

~Erik

Kittenhood Tails

I've decided to write a little blog about when Carlyle, Scar and I were all kittens. This blog post is about the first time that I climbed the curtains.

I was only a tiny little cat at the time, maybe three, four months old. Scar, Carlyle and my four sisters hadn't climbed the curtains yet. At that age, I had been the last to do everything. Eat solids, crawl, walk, wrestle. Well, I was going to prove this time that I could be the best at something!

My giants, at the time, were different giants than I have now, and had nice, silk drapes, that had no claw marks or tears. Perfect for climbing (and proving myself). My brothers and sisters had been whispering about climbing it for weeks now--but none of them had had the guts to do it. Yet.

I stood on the dresser. All of the other kittens were looking up at me from the cat-hair carpeted wood floor. My mother was nowhere to be seen. Perfect timing.

I took off--going at light speed--across the dresser, blood rushing through my veins. I ran, and I ran. My littermates gazed up at me, squeaking kitten cheers. And... I... jumped.

How can I explain the feeling of excitement, joy, fear and pure adrenaline that comes when your little kitten claws pierce the fabric of the curtains for the first time? The other kittens cheered as I took my first little 'step' up the drapes. But it was over as soon as it began, because apparently we hadn't checked thoroughly for my mother--she was behind those curtains.

The End.

~Erik

Pizza Crust

Mhmmmmm..... In all my two years, I have never had anything like this... Who new that the part of the giant food that the giants refuse to eat would be so good!

My giants--their names are Gives Food and Changes Litter--were eating one of those pizza things, and Gives Food wasn't eating the crust. When she left the room for more of that purple water that isn't good for cats, and I was feeling bored and playful, so I took the crust off of her plate. As if it was a mouse, I took it in my mouth and ran to the back porch.

And it was good.

~Erik

Beauty-Spot's Blog

Well, today is Beauty-Spot's chance to blog. I'm underlining what she types, so you'll know it's her.

Well, now, I'm finally getting a chance to bloog! I can't believe Erik, not letting me bloog in his bloog. His conplaints are that I spel thing rong. I'm preti sure I don't spel any thing rong! Now, back to business: Have you heard of that new kid show, Dog With a Bloog? I've seen it on comercials when I'm at Erik's. How unrealistic is that? Dog's can't bloog! They have paws, and their claws are stubby. There's no way... Just no way... Now then... What else can I say...? Oh, yeah, everything Carlyle and Scar said when they blooged, no, that isn't how it went. I'm done now.

Isn't she cute?

~Erik and Beauty-Spot