ANOTHER BIRTHDAY PRESENT

Awhile ago I posted about this very nice Hugh Hefner robe that I REALLY wanted for my birthday. Well my best friend on the innernets, Skeezix, sent me a gift certificate so that I could buy it!!! Can you BELIEVE IT??? And it came in the mail TODAY!!!

So, what do you think???






Here I am, putting my best paw forward.















Here I am, experimenting with my "tough cat" face. You can kind of see my kitty manhood in this pic. I'm sorry. One of the things I REALLY like about this robe -- besides the fact that it is SO SOFT AND COMFY -- is that it lets a little bit of my chest hair poke out. Very important for a man cat.









Here is a view of the back. In this picture you can really see how soft my robe is. This is my "come over here, pretty cat lady" look.













And, this is me looking very thoughtful. If I was on a cat dating site, I think this would be the picture I would put on my profile. I feel it conveys a certain..."hello ladies. I am very nice, and in a robe. Want to come over?"









And then I settled in on my new big cat bed and tried to look reegul.









I REALLY love my robe. And just to give you an idea of exactly how big I am, my Person got me the medium size. On the package it came in, it says the medium is good for big dogs, like cocker spaniels and corgis. And it fits me perfectly.

THANK YOU, SKEEZIX!!! You are the best friend in the entire world and innernets.

In other news, my Person has stripped her throat. She has been staying home a lot the past week or so and I didn't know why, I just sensed that I should stay very close to her and that we should take lots of naps. But today she came home early and was on the phone with Bonnie, her person, from Whiskonsin, and said she has a stripped throat. What does this MEAN?? I googled it, but all I found were pictures of cheerleaders who had been stripped of deep throat. What does THAT mean?? Throats are confusing, espeshully stripped ones. My throat is not stripped. It is furry and white. And my Person's throat has never been furry, and it doesn't LOOK anymore stripped than normal. I will just keep a close watch on her. It will be easy to take naps with her now that I have this great comfy robe!

Feetsball

On the weekends my Person and I watch feetsball. Feetsball is a game where boy persons wear colored capri pants and round hats and run around a big back yard with a pig skin. A pig skin sounds like it would be big and pink and floppy and delishus, but in fact it is small and brown and shaped like an eyeball. Anyway, there are different feetsball teams from different places. Since my Person went to school in Michigan, that is who we cheer for.

One of my best person friends, Liz, gave me a Michigan shirt awhile ago. I wear it while we watch the games:
Feetsball is very important and my Person yells at the person teevee and jumps around a lot and gets very worked up when we watch it, so I try to be the calm one. Here I am, sitting on top of the teevee, trying to send the team good vibes.



















My Person thinks I must be a good luck charm, because Michigan won this weekend! Feetsball is kind of confusing, but my Person says there are a lot more games to come, so hopefully I will understand it more and more each time.

Early birthday present??

A few days ago I was watching the cat teevee and my Person was on it! This happens sometimes, usually in the mornings or at night. She was downstairs talking to this guy who lives right next door to us. His name is Tommy. Tommy might be part cat, I think, because he is always outside with no shirt on, and he is VERY VERY furry. Sometimes I sit by the cat teevee and I talk to Tommy when he is on it, and sometimes he talks back. The cat teevee is a strange invenshun. Anyway, she was talking to Tommy about how there was this great chair down the street and would he please go get it for her. He was drinking some dark stuff out of a glass -- maybe it was Friskies grayvee -- and he seemed really happy (I would be too if I had a whole big glass of Friskies grayvee), and so he said he would go get it for my Person.

And THEN my Person came off the cat teevee and inside, and she was carrying the big chair! Except, I think she was just talking in code so that I wouldn't know it was really a birthday present for ME, because the big chair is obveeissly a big cat bed. For a big man cat. Like ME!

I was very excited, because I have never had my very own bed before. I do have a sleeping bag that I really like, and the pimp lair (my box), and I do like to sleep in my Person's bed and on top of the people teevee, but it is just special to have your VERY OWN BED!

So here I am, checking it out.
(Please note that I immediately put my Friend of Skeezix pin on the bed, to make sure everyone knows it is MINE!) My Person had put this blanket on top of my bed, another sign it was surely mine, because this is the blanket that I really like to hump on. It is very important to dig underneath blankets to make sure there are no other cats or foods or mices hanging out under there, and also to see if it is an appropriate place to make a blanket fort. My new bed passed all of these tests.








Then I checked out the bottom of my bed. The big basked part of it sits on top of this great fort! It is the perfect size for a big man cat like me, and has these great windows for me to see out of and ledges for me to lean on and check out all the happenings in my apartment, like the feets that walk by and the Monas that get high off of nip.




Then I made SURE my bed was comfy. As you can see, I am very smily and am even licking my lips because I am so happy in my bed!











Here is one more picture just so you can get an idea of how big my cat bed is. It is a big, huge, baskety cushion. Kind of like a big food bowl, only for man cats instead of food. You can also see my profile and my whisker humps here, and my FOS pin again. I am in my PJs in this picture, because that is what you wear when you go to bed.

You should all ask your persons for big cat beds too! Maybe there are some hanging around outside your houses, by your Tommys. You never know!

Secrets and birthdays

Since I have come to live with my Person, I have not told her very much about my past. Some of it would make her sad -- for example, I wound up with her because somebody else abandoned me at the pet store -- and some of it she wouldn't believe (like before that, I was very well known on the streets for my man cat walk, and I ran with a gang of small chiwahwahs). Anyway, because of all of the mystery surrounding my past, my Person -- and me too! -- doesn't know exactly when my birthday is. So she decided to just celebrate it on the day I came to live with her, which was October 3.

Before I came to live with my Person and after I got left at that pet store, I stayed with this very nice lady named Kara. Kara had never had cats before, but she did a really good job with me. I don't know if Kara reads my blog, but if she does, I want to say thanks for taking such good care of me. And for really turning me on to modeling for a camera. I mean, that has really changed my life.

Like here is an action shot of me. I am twitching my ear in it, because sometimes it feels like there are things in my ears.
I look very tall in this picture, which is nice, I think. And if I hadn't lived with a fotogruffer like Kara, I might never know how to take pictures of myself or how to pose!

Anyway, I am going to be four, but I am not going to have a big birthday party like Skeezix did. I will probably just chill out with some nip and wrestle with Mona and hang out in my box (which I have named the pimp lair). But, I am hoping that my Person is going to get me a present. And in case any of you want to give her some ideas, this is what I really want!!

I MEAN JUST LOOK AT IT (and ignore that little dog. I did not roam the streets with him.) Is that the best thing EVER for a big man cat like myself???? It would be so great to put on my lounging robe and hang out in the pimp lair. And I think it would give me that playcat air, AND I think it would really make the lady cats want to come over and see what I'm all about.

I would also like some more shirts, and some new cozy blankets to make blanket forts out of. But even if I get nothing, it will be good to turn 4, and to know that I have been with my Person for one whole year!

And innernets - don't tell her about the chiwahwahs. I think then she might want to get one, and I don't want to share my shirts. OR my Person.

Skeezix's birthday!

My best friend Skeezix turned two on Saturday and he threw a big party for all of his friends on the innernets. To help all of his friends celebrate, he sent out these GREAT party pax to them. We weren't supposed to open them until Saturday, but my Person had plans before the party started, so after I got into my PJs on Friday night we opened my pak together!




Here I am in my nightshirt, very carefully pushing the party pak over to my Person. (It's important to make sure your person knows exactly what to do, or she might get distracted)














And here I am digging into the goods! You'll notice that there were some delicious cans of the foods, a tinsel ball, two toy mice, a BIG BAG OF CATNIP, and some pins and magnets with Skeezix's face on them. In this picture, I am most interested in the plastic bag. I figured it was too small to put my booty on, so I just dug in it and smelled it real good for awhile.








But then, I DID manage to get my booty on top of that plastic bag! So I sat on top of it and admired the party pak contents for awhile. Later on, I played with the tinsel ball and one of the toy mice and lost both in the black hole under the persons TV. I lose lots of toys there and they are never ever seen again, except for sometimes when my Person gets them out for me, which doesn't happen very often.





A few days later, Skeezix sent me this great game to play during the party called "Pin the Tail on the Mao-Butt". So on the day of the party, before my Person left, she helped me play it! Here I am, selecting the tail I wanted to use.








My Person cut it out for me. I tried to do it myself, with my claws (they are inside of my very big toes), but I don't have the best aim ever. So she helped, and then handed it over to me. Here I am, taking it from her.






Then my Person picked me up and spun me around (I JUST WANT TO MAKE PERFECTLY CLEAR THAT IF IT WAS NOT FOR A GAME, I WOULD NEVER ALLOW THIS KIND OF BEEHAYVYUR), plopped me down, and I pinned my tail right on that Maobutt!!








And then I posed with it. I was trying very hard to look modest, even though I am pretty sure that it was the best job of pinning the Maobutt tail on to ever happen.

Besides pinning Maobutt tails on, I also sniffed some nip and met some ladies at Skeezix's party. I had some drinks, too, but not too many, because nobody likes a tipsy man cat. AND THERE WAS FOODS, AND I REALLY LIKE FOODS. All in all, a great party. Happy birthday, Skeezy!

VERY IMPORTANT SKILLS

Here is my and my Person. This picture is from earlier this week. It is very rewarding to have a Person, but it is also a big responsibility. You have to tuck them in at night, and train them to give you the foods and the snuggles when YOU want them, and you have to make sure that they get up on time in the morning. I am just figuring out the best way to do that last one. I used to pee on the couch, but then I realized that the couch is not in the same room where my Person sleeps, so she would not notice the pee until she was already up, and that was not fun for anybody. Then I started jumping on top of her dresser and mraw mrawing really loudly, and then knocking things onto the floor, but that just made her yell "Kis-MET HONESTLY WHAT IS IT??" I couldn't think of another way to make sure she got up on time for a long time, but now I think I've got it. Listen closely, cats!

First, you listen for the loud box to start beeping. The loud box will usually be right next to the bed, and it will beep to let you know that it is time for you to help your person get up. Persons will usually ignore this, or they will hit the box, and it will stop beeping. (It doesn't like being hit, so it stops beeping for awhile in hopes that the person will go back to sleep and be late for important things. Anyway, so you have to make sure you hear it the first time, because depending on how mad it gets, it might stop beeping and never start again.) Once the box has stopped beeping, you jump onto the bed and sit right next to your person's face. Sometimes they will open their eyes and look at you, but if your person is like my Person, she will just tell you that you are cute and then go back to sleep.

Now, this next step is VERY IMPORTANT!!! What you do is, you take your very big front foots, and you put it VERY GENTLY on your person's face, and you say quietly "Mraw?" And then you just keep your paw there and keep quietly mrawing until your person gets up. It works every time!! And once they are up, they will certainly feed you and pet you and tell you what a nice, cute, handsome, big boy you are.

Sometimes you will be so excited about successfully getting your person out of bed, you will eat your morning foods too fast, and then you will vom. If this happens to you, I suggest walking away from the vom for awhile, and then coming back to inspect it. One of two things will happen then. You will either forget that it is foods that you already ate and you will eat it again, or a cat who lives with you -- like a Mona -- will come and eat it for you. Either way, DO NOT PANIC.

I hope you have found this entry informative and helpful. This is Kismet, mrawing off.

Boxes!

I was reading my friend Skeezix's blog about cats who like boxes, and I realized that I have never really given boxes a chance. So I looked around our apartment and I couldn't find one. First, I tried to go in my room.
My room is right next to my Person's room. Since she knows I like to lay on top of things, she puts the things she puts on her feets in there. Some of them are clacky and pointy and I do not lay on top of those, but a lot of them are flat and made of cloth, so I do like to lay on those. My room also has some things hanging in it, like my Person's things that she wears, and many of them have evil vishus ribbons or strings that hang down, so I fight them when I am in my room.
But even though I really like my room, it is not the same as a box. So I left my room to look for one.
I couldn't find one for a long time. But then, yesterday, like magic, ONE APPEARED!!



I went to check it out immediately. First, I crawled inside and pawed at the paper that it came with. It is very important to throw out some of the paper (you can see here the paper that I kicked out of the box - it is under my very big front feets), and to make sure that the paper left inside the box is comfortable and willing to meet your demands.

After I cleaned out the paper, I went inside, flopped on my side, and took a bath. Because for me, being comfortable enough to take a bath is a very key thing.







As I am sure other cats will agree, the fact that I was able to take a bath inside the box was a very good indication that it was the box for me. Only one test remained -- would I be able to NAP??









SUCCESS!!!!!

Now, in his entry about boxes, Skeezix posted a link to a page that gives very detailed instructions on how to turn a box into a cat car. I have bookmarked it and I hope that my Person will find it, because it would be sweet to have a car so I could cruise around and pick up the ladies.

Now I have to go lay in my box. I think that might help my Person find the link, too.

Me on things!

Here are some more pictures of me sitting on top of some things. The first one is me on another one of my Person's cushy bags that she carries around. When she carries them around there is usually lots of STUFF in them, but when she gets home she moves the stuff from one bag to another, so there is always an empty one for me to lay on. It's nice of her to think of me like that. It is also nice of her to have such BIG cushy bags, because I would not fit on the small ones that some people have.



And here I am on a plastic bag. I love plastic bags. They are my most favorite thing to sit on because they feel very nice on my booty. You can also see my big whisker humps in this picture, and my square jawline. The shirt I am wearing here is my OTHER Skeezix the Cat shirt. I have two.


I have not been able to blog so very much lately because my Person packed up a big bag of things and left AGAIN. But I was okay with that because I sat her down and we had a very nice talk about it before she went, so I knew when she was leaving and when she was coming back. She told me that she went to a place called Filly, and I looked it up online and a filly is a girl horse, so I think she was visiting some girl horse friends. It is hard for me to blog when she is not here because the computer has a flippy lid thing that I can't open by myself. Anyway, she is back now, and I have been sitting on her bags ever since she came home so that she can't leave again, and plus I just like to sit on them.