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Wednesday March 28, 2018 – A Peach Takeover

Wednesday March 28, 2018 – A Peach Takeover

Peach here. Dr. Biped is napping during the rain. I just woke up to do the input and output thing. Saw the camera and I decided to take a selfie.

I hope you like it. Love Peach.

Now back to my nap. Let me wake up Dr. Biped to let her know I’m back and ready to nap.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018 – National Pet Day and The Olympics or Bipeds on Boards.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018 – National Pet Day and The Olympics or Bipeds on Boards.

The Divine Miss Peach here. It is National Pet Day. I hope pets everywhere find their Forever Homes like I have.

I kicked Dr. Biped off the computer so I could write about the Olympics. This is my first time to watch these events. I sit in Biped’s lap and watch other Bipeds do some really crazy stuff.

Here is my professional cat assessment of what I have seen up to this point.

The events take place in the winter so it is cold and there is lots of snow which is frozen water.

There are outside and inside events. The inside events involve ice, which is really just a another form of frozen water.

First the outside events.

Bipeds strap boards on their feet and insert their heads into a strange round ball. Sometimes there are two boards and sometimes there is only one.

Sometimes they carry poles. Sometimes no poles carried.

Then they proceed to race down a mountain of snow going faster than Ancestor Cheetah Cat, encountering various obstacles, such as poles protruding from the snow, other bipeds on boards, and various odd elevations along the way.

Some of them twist and turn, do somersaults, fly through the air and try to land upright on their feet boards. Some of the one boarders move up and down something called a Half Pipe. It is a half a tube of the frozen water called ice.

Now to the inside events.

These bipeds have tiny metal boards on their feet and maneuver on a big sheet more frozen water also called ice. Some of them are alone; some are in pairs and sometimes there are bunch of bipeds on the ice. The bunches of bipeds tend to carry sticks and try to put a round black object into a net guarded by another biped.

With the exception of the stick toting bipeds, the others jump, twist and turn multiple revolutions and then spin as fast as possible.

I like the inside bipeds’ events better. My favorite is those bipeds that go real fast around a big circle of ice and tilt at a thirty degree angle.

But I like the graceful ones too. They have pretty costumes I would so love to scratch on those sequins and feathers. And there is pretty music too.

These bipeds must have more lives than I do because they are crazy. I really do not see the big deal. We cats do this on a daily basis. Look at the pictures.

Cousin Meela doing her Jump from the Laundry Basket.

 

Me and Cousin Meela hydrating after our Counter Jump on the Counter Leap

 

Besides, can any of you bipeds do this?

Tuesday, January 29, 2018 – Job Search Revisited

Tuesday, January 29, 2018 – Job Search Revisited

I am thinking that instead of me working I could pimp out my cat, Peach. Here are some ideas:

Driving Miss Daisy type people. Peach seems to want to drive on the English side.

Personal Trainer – this is usually how I feel.

Dental Hygienist – Here she is with my brand new, just back from the dentist toothbrush

Stationary Art Form – available for parties.

Let me know if you have other ideas.

Thursday, September 7, 2017 – Sitting in for Madam Rose today is The Divine Miss Peach. For all Feliners.

Thursday, September 7, 2017 – Sitting in for Madam Rose today is The Divine Miss Peach. For all Feliners.

Sitting in for Madam Rose today is The Divine Miss Peach.

Meow,

Since I was already sitting in the inbox on the desk, I get to blog.

My pet parent just got all of her headlights examined. Yesterday was a mammogram and car inspection. Today was annual eye exam. She says her eyes are dilated and she cannot see. Her pupils are very big.

Yesterday was my first day of school. I am in Kittygarden. Of course, I am in the gifted and talented section. This is reserved for Jellicle cats. A true Jellicle cat is like Cousin Moo Moo – black and white. Cousin Shelby is pretty Jellicle too. Not only am I a Jellicle, I am a calico cat (three colors and female) with some tabby (stripes) markings. Therefore I am a calaby cat.

Something is bugging me.

But all cats come to the Jellicle Ball.

Indoor Jellicles like to come out at night and run through the house, jump on the furniture, sweep the knickknacks shelf and dance the night away to music only jellicles hear.

The Attack of the Plastic Bags!

Then we like to jump into pet parent’s bed at 5: 00 AM to tell pet parent what a good time we had at the Jellicles Ball. Then we lie down because after such fun there’s a nap for that.

You ask, how did I get my name? Let’s see what the Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats says about the naming of cats.

I am named Miss Peach and “The name that no human research can discover–But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.”

The Naming Of Cats

By T. S. Eliot

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

It isn’t just one of your holiday games;

You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter

When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,

Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey– All of them sensible everyday names.

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:

Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter– But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular, A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,

Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular, Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,

Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum- Names that never belong to more than one cat.

But above and beyond there’s still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover– But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same:

His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:

His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Possum%27s_Book_of_Practical_Cats

Tuesday, April 4, 2017 – Cat Karma. Tagged You’re Found!

Tuesday, April 4, 2017 – Cat Karma. Tagged You’re Found!

Cat karma is what I get for posting a poem written by a cat yesterday. I suspect some sort of cat curse was placed on me by my high school friend, Jenny Lee yesterday. It was probably her clowder of cats that placed the curse, but here is the story.

I live in a community where most of the residents have dogs – those short legged, yappy lap dogs. I have never seen a cat in the neighborhood the entire three years I have lived here. Furthermore, I seldom go outside in the front yard in the evening because the neighbors are walking their yappy lap dogs. Or in some cases pushing the dog in a baby carriage.

Yesterday I stepped into the front only to see a cat opposite me sitting on the sidewalk. As I approached the feline she initially ran into the gutter, but immediately came to me. FYI – I was not aware of the gender until later.

Of course it almost 30 minutes before tip-off of the NCAA men’s championship game and I have a squirming cat in my arms and no one claiming her. The cat and I go to my home. I am not missing the game. Obviously, cat is comfortable.

Pets seem to know that even though they are wearing tags with data base and microchip phone numbers and data base and microchip info all of those places are closed at 6:30 in the evening.

A quick trip to the convenience store and I’m back with input and output supplies for the cat. After cat participated in input and output activities, and after a little cat soccer with plastic golf balls, cat is in my lap for the evening.

What luck! Cat is a Tar Heels Fan too!

After a fabulous basketball game – both teams should be very proud – cat beats me to bedroom and takes up middle of bed. I think – you are not Reveille and I am not sleeping on the floor. MOVE!

But alas – an 8:00 am phone call to vet clinic listed on the tag this morning revealed that Tommy belonged to my neighbor Faye – four townhomes away. By 8:15 am Tommy was home with Pet Parent. Poor Faye – said she’d been up three or four times during the night looking for her.

Please ensure your pets are tagged and chipped. I am still pretty sure Jenny Lee had something to do with this cat showing up. Maybe it is Miss. Navasota.