The Monsters in the House!

Mama was like this some of the day.

She got some groceries, and changed our litter boxes and cleaned the fridge. We were under strict orders to stay out from underfoot.

I think she's taken her "quiet" pills now so we're off the hook.

I'm still keeping a wary eye on her, though.

Mama's Reading: Pete Townshend's Blog http://petetownshend-whohe.blogspot.com/ because blogs are the things to read today - not having to stick to one particular subject for very long is IN today.

Mama's Humming:
I fell in love with the dreams of children
I saw a vision of only happiness
I got some passion from the dreams of children
But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare
And
I was alone - no one was there

--- The Jam, Dig the New Breed

YAAAAAAaaaaaawwwwwwww(squeak!)N
Pinky

Problems?

Sissy here and I'm gonna tell you this: there are problems and there are problems. Mama thinks I'm a problem a lot of the time, she says I'm a thief (!) when I'm simply wanting a better look at things and besides she has a lot of neat things and I live here too so I should be able to look at the neat things but she doesn't like that idea. There's the leg shaver razor plastic cover thing that she took away from me and the countless pens and her cross stitch floss and she's real touchy about anything she wears in her hair and stuff in the little garbage can by the coffee table and stray cigarettes (unlit) and beads? I'm crazy about beads!!!

So when I touch these things (or do other things, like drag my tail across Mama's food when I walk past the coffee table), I end up in the "You Poor Bastard" section of the chart (see left) because Mama doesn't tolerate some things and is less tolerant of other things. Doesn't tolerate means I get yelled at, less tolerant and she sprays me with the water bottle.

Anyway. She likes it when I play with some things like tinfoil balls and the plastic rim thingies from milk jugs and paper balls and any of the other toys that she has bought for us. She plays fetch with me almost daily!

Mama's reading: a book called "Giants of the Frost" by Kim Wilkins. She's been trying to get interested in that book for over a week now. She's still reading "Glamorama" but that's beside the bed - for nighttime reading. She's also reading a lot of blogs - she calls it the "blog merry-go-round" where you click "NEXT BLOG" and go from there.

Mama's singing under her breath:

My dreams are all dead and buried
Sometimes I wish the sun would just explode
When Gawd comes to take me to his kingdom
I'll take all ya sonsabeeches when I go...yeeeeee-aaaaahhhhooooooooo

--- Squidbillies Theme Song

not if I catch ya first!
Sissy

Mama does this to us and thinks its funny

Pinky here.
Yes, Mama does this to us. She calls it "the Move the Cat Game". I don't see what's so funny about moving us around while we are sleeping or whatever. I mean, I'm in the bed and just waking up, and she'll come in and pick me up and put me on the sofa, then move someone else, say, V'lu, who was on the rocking chair, to the bed where I was (in the exact same spot), then move move Ellen to the rocking chair where V'lu was. She giggles a lot when she does this.
I, for one, don't get it.
I'm not sure about the others.

Siiiigh,
Pinky

Hiss'n'Spit from V'lu

Right. Let's get one thing straight - I am the only cat that matters here. Ever. In all actuality, I am the only cat that should be here, in this house, with Mama. I love her best. The others really only pay attention to her when they want something - I just like to spend time. I'm there when she goes to bed and she snuggles me and plays with my back feet and she talks to me and tells me things she'd never tell any of the others. I just wanted to set the record straight. I am the Gatekeeper for Mama too - I go to the door when someone comes over and makes sure no other cat goes out - if Mama insists on the others living here, I will do my best to make sure that everyone is safe the way she likes it.

I think Mama has to get better pictures of us. This one doesn't show the beauty of my grey fur speckled with blonde, doesn't show the ring-around-my-tail, which I take great pride in.

And I just want to say that Mama was typing quietly here and I came out - knowing she was thinking about me - none of the others do that. I just know, see? That Bebe cat is sitting on the computer desk beside Mama, and I hissed at her just to let her know I'm onto her game.

Mama's Reading Adventures: Well, she started reading some Viking book by Bernard Cornwell called "The Last Kingdom". I tried to tell her it would be no good, as she has no stomach for violence and this book is chock full of it. She's interested in the time period but the blood and gore - she don't need it. She started another book called "Glamorama" by Bret Easton Ellis, more up to her speed. He wrote a few books that were made into movies so she figured she could give this one a shot. Its a lot of dropping "names" from the 1990's, she says its like reading back issues of STAR! magazine but is fluffy and amusing so I think she'll actually finish this one.

Song That Mama Keeps Singing:

Oh babe, you got my soul
You got the silver, you got the gold
If that's your love, just leave me blind
I don't care, no, that's no big surprise

"You Got the Silver", The Rolling Stones.

Mrowr?
V'lu

Pinky here...sigh

Well, I was awakened from a 15 hour nap by Mama cursing. She was playing this game again.

I'll be at the food dish if you need me...

yawnstretchblinkblink
Pinky

Bebe Blogging Here!

Hi there...

So this is the kitty porn picture of me, sigh. Mama thinks its cute and it almost breaks her heart every time she sees it, but she says there are others that make her swoon even more but she can't find them right now on her computer. I keep telling her, "I WAS A CHILD IN THAT PICTURE - HOW COULD YOU???" but she says it doesn't matter. Hmmph. Thankfully I'm covering my eyes or else Mama would have to put a black bar across them - which she doesn't know how to do, otherwise I'd lose my anonymity. I'm sitting on the mouse space on the desk and Mama keeps nudging me out of the way, like I'm in the way or something. I'm not.

V'lu is getting better - not quite up to racing around speed thank goodness, but she's started to hiss at me again so I guess she must be coming around. Uncle Alan came and did some Reiki on Sissy and I think that is why she is feeling so much better. There are now FIVE tinfoil balls in plain sight, and I don't know where they came from because when Mama changed the rockers around, she didn't find any under the cat rocker (which Ellen has claimed). I've tried playing with them, I truly have, but I don't find the appeal. I have my Ducky and my Puppy (Mama hid my Puppy one night) and I'm good to go with those. And Pinky is sleeping all the time - I go and pester him sometimes but Mama tells me to stop bothering him. I'll tell you what's bothering me - Pinky splashing the water out of the dish all the time and leaving us his paw linty water to drink out of.

Mama was quite excited to find David Byrne's Journal last night by stumbling around on other people's blogs, so that is what kept her up late last night, drinking in almost every word and reading until her eyes were like sandpaper. She says there is no point in reading about US politics (and everybody writes about that) what with us being Canadian and her lack of political interest in general, so she skipped his perspectives on that, but some wonderful stuff on galleries and his music and music theory had to be read. David Byrne, she tells me, is the voice behind the Talking Heads, one of her favorite bands. He does a good journal with wonderful pictures and links to other pictures - she thinks everyone should snoop at their leisure.

Mama Keeps Singing to Us:

I can see my lifetime piling up

I can see the days turn into nights

I can see the people on the street

Open those windows up

A hundred floors below me

Pilin' those houses up

Pilin' them higher, higher, higher

I can feel them swayin' back and forth

Building it higher, higher

This tower's leaning over

--- Lifetime Piling Up, the Talking Heads

bodyslamrub against your calves,

Bebe

Sissy's Update

Okay! So I was sick and now I'm not but V'lu is still sneezing up a storm and Mama's giving her treats and she's not giving me any but I scrounged up some leftover Bebe food when she wasn't looking so I guess we're even. Mama moved the rocking chairs around so there's a bald space where the big rocker was because she's using the wooden rocker to sit at her computer with and we've all had a sniff and Ellen doesn't think the cat rocker is in that great of a position for proper wrecking purposes but I'm sure she'll figure out something.

Mama started two new books without finishing the book by the journalist so she doesn't even know what she's reading anymore! I don't think she's happy with her recent library finds - she says there wasn't that great of a selection and the aisles were tiny and she could have gotten some Anime books but she didn't and now she's regretting that. She got books on war, of all things - mistakenly, she tells me but I think she didn't read the back covers well enough to know what she was grabbing at.

She says the best books for her right now are ChickLit books - sounds like something fruity to chew on - and that although there is a sense of shame attached to that genre she thinks that those books don't get their due because they are not violent, they are easy to read and a lot of the authors really put some time and effort into researching and such.

I found a gold tinfoil ball! Mama and I played for a bit but then she couldn't find where I put it so it is lost again (I know where it is).

Song lyric going on loop: Smoking just a little too violently, I know that effect I've got, makes a strong case for art... Lionized by the Tragically Hip

TTYL!!!
SissyHankshaw

V'lu looks like Elvis before she sneezes!

Hi, Bebe here, haven't got my picture loaded up yet - its either a baby picture or one that Mama caught me in looking like quite the wanton tramp.
Anyway...yes, V'lu has a cold. She's sneezing around the house as I send this missive. Her lip sneers and her eyebrow goes down and sometimes she does a little bit of a hippyhippyshake thing and then "KAAAATCHOOOO!" I'm wanting to find a suitable portable sneezeguard because between her and Sissy, its like catching the mist off a sailboat - big droplets and spray. Or its like Mama's water bottle that she sprays us with, if it weren't always on the "stream" setting.
But I digress...
Mama did a quick read through a book called "the 100 Best Things I've Sold on eBay" by Lynn Dralle today. Quite amusing tales to be told - the author really loved her grandmother, who got her into the antique business. The way the shop was set up sounds to be a cat's delight - crawl spaces crammed with boxes of things - big things, little things, marbles and keys and glassware - oh, the glassware, and lots of other places to explore - three floors of things plus a basement! So many smells from so many places - I can imagine my head spinning from olfactory overload! Mama was hoping to find something in the book that she might have kicking around the house but there wasn't anything remotely similar. She signed up for an eBay account however - no reasoning as to why, because there is so little that she needs. I'm thinking she might try selling a few things once she gets pictures of them.
She's not selling any of us, she assured us. She told me specifically that money couldn't buy our love. I guess that means its free...both coming and going!

Mama's Reading and Doing: Area Woman Blows Gasket by Patricia Pearson a selection of humorous ponderings by a Canadian journalist. Mama is also being quite strict about keeping us off the coffee table as she's been doodling around with pencils, pens and pencil crayons - hey, it keeps her quiet.

Current song lyric going through Mama's head: from the Tragically Hip's Up to Here...Opiated
"You'd think the snake just dreams of the poison in his head"

mew,
Bebe

introducing and introduction by...Ellen

Hi. I'm Ellen Cherry Charles, one of five cats that live with the Mama. I'm the oldest girl, and I'm sometimes called little Queenie, Girlygirl, and occasionally, @&**$^^#!Ellen. I'm kind of a "piss'n'vinegar" girl - see the chair I'm sitting on? I've wrecked it and it only took me four years. Mama says its because of me and others like me that she will never have new furniture. She's also said that she wouldn't ever have cats if they had opposable thumbs, but then she got Sissy...but more on her later.

Mama likes to read. She'll read practically anything, and from time to time, she reads out loud to us. We don't understand her choices in material - some of it is downright dry, but occasionally she will read to us from "Catnip for the Soul" and we completely understand that book.

Anyway, Mama wants to make this blog nicer, so I'll sign off now.

Headbonks,

Ellen