Monday, November 23, 2009

Thursday, June 18, 2009


Hey - Kimba here . . . Mom told me to blog something, suggested I needed a hobby. But I have a hobby . . . one I'm really good at. I like to think that I've taken the nap to the level of an artform . . . what do you think?

Monday, June 1, 2009

"Nacho" Cat

I stopped by there because of the garden.  It's got cool places to sleep; lizards, bugs and occasional mice to eat-birds to try for.  She started giving me "their" leftover food.  Pampered things-I get quite a variety simply eating what they turned their nose up at.  The humans have taken to calling me "Nacho" because of my ear . . . then they make jokes . . 

"This is 'Nacho' cat."  
"This is 'Nacho' house." 
"This is 'Nacho' flower pot."

I put up with it.  


Keep up . . . haven't you been listening?  Cool garden, creatures to stalk, variety of free food . . .besides, they're right. . . 

I AM 'Nacho' cat.

I'm my own cat.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The Tennis Ball

I found it. Now it is mine. Yeah, it had slobber from the neighbor's dog, but it looked like fun. I had it in my mouth when Judy saw me. She called out to me and I dropped it. Then she took a step toward me, I grabbed it again and ran. Across the front yard, down the alley into the backyard. I could her her laughing but she didn't follow me. Good thing, because it is mine.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Bad Luck

They say I'm bad luck . . . . I don't know what they mean.  I've got good luck.  I WAS at a house with grabby kids and a really big loud dog so I just climbed over the fence until I found a place I liked.  NOW I live with this nice tall guy called Art.  He doesn't have any kids or dogs and HE actually chases away any other cats that try to get my food. I make sure they leave the yard, though . . .make sure they know we mean business.  

Bad luck . . .  huh!  Seems to me luck is what you make of it.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

The Lap

There is was, out in the garden. A napping spot, a lap. The garden was a little damp so I thought, why not. Suddenly Judy is calling to Laura, "Quick get the camera! You've got to get a picture to prove it really happened". She just sat there trying not to move, not touching me. She knew I could leave any second. I held her hostage for more than an hour. I could have gone longer but they finally cried "Uncle", picked me up and went into the house for lunch.

It's not like I've never been on her lap before. I spent a lot of time on her lap when I first moved into their yard and invited them to live with me. But now I mostly sleep on the couch, the dining room table, or some other inanimate object. Maybe it was a hustle, but I wasn't the only one doing the hustling. After a month of free reign living and carousing in their yard and neighborhood, I find myself neutered and staying in ALL NIGHT!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Mornings are good

Silly Biddy.  Mornings are good.  Rugs are flat waiting to be rumpled . . good.  Mom wears the blue robe with the belt hanging for me to chase . . .good.  Grey and white cat visits on other side of screen . . .good.  What's not to like?  Mornings are good.

Silly ole Biddy.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Miss Mew Mew Rants

Mornings are the worst.  That dork runs about like Moms hidden treats throughout the house like Easter eggs.  The floor isn't a safe place to be.  Maybe one of these days he'll hit that screen door, it'll open, and I can just nose that door shut behind him.  

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Shady knows

Shady knows . . .sometimes it takes more than a purr or a friendly leg rub for a human to get the point.  You just have to show them who's boss.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

A Place To Nap

Diane, Judy and Laura's neighbor, was puzzled by my behavior last night. All I wanted was a place to nap. They were watching something called the inauguration on the televison. I looked around the room and do you think they left any of my favorite nap spots open. No! Sure there was the center of the couch, but I like a corner and Judy was sitting on the recliner. Well, I had no other choice. I bite one of Judy's toes. She screeched and quickly pulled it away. So I bite a toe on the other foot. She screeched again. Diane asked Laura, "What is he doing!" She laughed and said, "He wants her chair." Smart girl that Laura. Judy sighed and got off the chair which I immediately occupied. Ah. It's a good life.