Easy Like Sunday Morning

Well there is one thing the humans do have right: taking it easy on Sunday mornings. Here I am (in the back) with my older sis Fizzy. I kind of had to squeeze my way into the bed 'cause she was hogging the whole thing up. Doesn't she understand that she is fat and therefore has insulation? I'm skinny with no fat. I need the warm bed more than she does. Bah.

P.S. Both mom and dad are feeling better in terms of sickies. Mom's foot is still hurting really bad but she says she has "good medicine" to help take away the pain. Thanks for all the good thoughts.

Post-Christmas Sickies

I knew it was bound to happen but I didn't think dad would get sick too.

You see, my mom is a teacher. OK a professor. Geeze, like it matters. Anyhoo, at the end of the semester, she always gets sick. It's like she can stay healthy while she's teaching but once it's all over, she crashes. This year, both mom and dad got sick. First it was dad, and then mom caught it. They both think they caught it from grandma who came over on Christmas when she was sick. The dad is mad 'cause he would've postponed everything had he knew she was sick. He hates getting sick. He turns into a grumpy old bear when he does, so I avoid him as much as possible.

I feel sorry for my mom though. She has a broken foot and she's in a lot of pain. She won't have surgery to fix it until January 11th so it's bad enough she's in pain from that. To be sick on top of it really sucks.

Don't worry. I've been a good kitty. Well, I have been avoiding my dad (as I mentioned) but I've been keeping mom warm and comfy. OK, so I'm more fur than flesh but at least I'm trying here. I hope she gets better soon. At the very least, she'll start giving us Stinky Goodness again. What's worse, because it's a tummy cold that they have, they haven't been heating up all that turkey goodness that is in the fridge. Damn. If you won't give us one, you have to give us the other. Too bad I don't have thumbs, then maybe I could figure out how to open the fridge door.

Hello World!

I finally got Mom to show me how to work this stupid piece of machinery. You think humans, who claim they are so intelligent, could figure out an easier way doing things. Computers are nice, but if you don't have fingers then they are hard to use. Why can't they make keyboards designed for kitty paws? Hmm...

Anyway, my name is Monkee. I'm a black smoke Maine Coon. I'm 2 1/2 years old and my litter mate is Loki. He's my big dumb brother. When the Supreme Kitty gave out the brains and the brawn, He didn't distribute them evenly. I got all the brains, he got all the brawn. Which means he's very big and very dumb. I'm very smart and...well...svelte. It really is amazing that we shared the same mommy kitty. You would never guess by looking at us.

I share the house with mom, dad, and eight brothers and sisters. Yes, as mom calls them, it's our "flock o' fuzzies." The oldest is Boo. Nice guy but I'm starting to think he's retarded. Kukai is the little Japanese Bobtail. If it wasn't for him, I'd be the smallest guy in the house. Also, he is freaking loony. Then there is Bailey. I like her. She's another gray Maine Coon and she's big, fat, and warm. Bomber is OK but he doesn't like me too much. He's got some serious issues about sharing time with mom. Phoebe is next. She's not that smart either but she loves attention. That's good for me 'cause she distracts the humans while I'm stealing their food. Fizzy is a big tabby girl. Sweet and feisty. I've already mentioned my brother Loki. Then, last but not least, is the kitten Dharma. Sweet and feisty too. However, she is a major spaz. Makes me look like I'm popping Valium some days.

One thing you need to know about me is that while Ayla was my older sister, we were nothing alike. She was an old crazy cranky cat. Me? I'm the smartest creature in this entire house. My mom says I'm "too smart" for my own good. Hehe. Too smart for her own good is more like it. Sometimes I think she wants me to be the traditional kitty who plays with string and poops all day long. Oh no. Not me.

I have two goals in life: to torment my dad and to seize all the chicken in the house. If I can do both at the same time, all the better. Why torment my dad? Well, 'cause I can. Mom gets all "well he's a cat" attitude when I do something wrong which is no fun. Dad? He gets so pissed off and the look on his face is just classic. It's even better if I've stolen chicken from him. He gets all red and angry and grabs the water sprayer thinking that'll stop me. Dude. Water doesn't hurt me. So I get a little wet. It's the price you pay for great entertainment and good food.

So welcome to my world!

P.S. I'm working on decorating the entire blog a little better but first I have to master using the mouse thingie. Why do humans call this a mouse? It looks nothing like a mouse and doesn't taste like one either. Then again, I've always been questioning the intelligence of humans since the day I was born.