Watch Cat

I love to watch all the dogs taking their masters to the park in the evening.

So glad I am a safe distance away that they don't even notice me.

If I meowed right now it wouldn't be pretty.

 

Chilling on the front steps

 I wonder where all the cats in the hood hang 

out during the day...

If I'm patient maybe Slo-Mo will come visit. 

He is grey and white and a much bigger kitty than me. 

He comes by sometimes in the evenings, but I'm

 not allowed to go out after dark.

Meowme says I have lost 2 lbs since she switched

 my diet to a healthy more natural food.

I guess that means I will be able to out run 

Slo-Mo if he drops by. 

 

P.S. I have been thinking about my blogger friend 222 lately and hope that things get better.
 Been there.

My new Squirrel Friend

4 mornings in a row now my new squirrel girl friend has come for a visit. We like to try to touch each other through the glass. I wish she could come in to play with all my toys.

I See You

Playing on a rainy day

While Meowme is away....the Bengal will play.....

So I like to climb my scratchy post...

I like to play with my seagull feathers that Meowme collected from the beach one day....

I didn't do it...Meowme...I didn't break part of the black thingy....honest, cross my paws and hope to die.

Taking Charge

Sooooo tired of you pointing that big black thingy in my face and momentarily blinding me.....so tired.

I'm plotting to steal this blog from my meowme, since SHE never posts here anymore....too busy sticking that black thingy in my face.

Bengals are smart, I think I can post a pic or two. She thinks I just step on the keys to annoy her....and yes I do have two ears!

DAY 4 - Sat.Sept 12 2009

Cheetah trying to get my attention while I work on my computer. He tried unsuccessfully to open the cupboard door.

I took a short break as it was time to manicure his carpet shredders.

Ruh...Roh....

… now see what you did!

Not that he is a fat cat, but he is determined. I was on the phone with my sister when this all unfolded right before my eyes. Cheetah jumped on to the end table and decided he was going to park his little butt between the lamp and my Aloe Vera plant. There was about 6 inches of space so as he sat the plant started to slide, giving him a bit more room for him to squeeze into. One last shove and over the plant went. I have to confess that if I didn’t neglect my plants so bad he may have had a harder time of shoving it over. When the plant toppled I realized that the soil was as dry as a dust storm in the Sahara. Cheetah took one look at me, jumped down and went into stealth mode, slinking out of the room. I had to get off the phone to go get the camera, as I knew curiosity killed the cat and he would be back shortly to survey the damage.

Cats are so predictable. I didn’t yell at him, as it didn’t appear that he did it on purpose, but cats can be sneaky. Cheetah’s character is a bit different than any cat I have ever lived with in the past as he has quite the opposite in your face kind of personality once he gets to know you. So a few minutes pass and he slowly enters the room switching to stealth mode low to the floor. He cautiously returns to the scene of the crime, sniffing and surveying from every angle. Finally when he figured it was a lost cause he jumped onto his scratching post perch and viewed the whole scene from a higher vantage point.

I cleaned up the remains of the Aloe Vera that needed to be re-potted for a while so now I have one less thing on my to do list tomorrow……

Cheetah, please remind me to water the plants .......

And The Cat Came Back.........

….well sort of.

I returned from what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation from Mexico only to have my whole life caught up in a tornado of emotions and everything spiralling out of control.
I figured if I didn’t get to my blog again soon I would be so overwhelmed that I might never come back. So here I am sitting at my computer wondering where to begin.

I think everyone has wondered about the “BAD Penny” and almost given up on how that story went. Seems like the logical place to start.

First, a bit more background to help you understand why I had to do what I did.

My father in-law was living with a woman that the rest of the family didn’t approve of at all. But as kids we can hardly tell a parent how they should live their life. After all when did we ever listen to them? We figured if that’s what made him happy then so be it. It was hard though, watching her isolate him more and more from all of us, to the point of no longer seeing him even on special occasions such as Christmas or birthdays. Then the unthinkable happened. On the 23rd of December 1 ½ years ago I got a phone call from the BFH. We now refer to her as the Bitch From Hell. She told me she thought my father in-law was having a stroke. I asked her if she called 911 and she replied no. I told her to hang up the phone and dial 911 and to call me back after she did so. From this point on things really began to unravel. In a nutshell, she was expecting him to die, so she tore the house inside out looking for money or any other valuables. She spent the next month packing up and throwing out all his possessions. She shredded all his important documents, including income tax papers. I could go on and on but what it boiled down to was we were on to her game and he wasn’t about to die. A few months later we found out that her plan was to hang around and try to bleed him dry as long as she could. With out typing a novel on the whole sordid mess, take my word for it when I say, she deserved the BAD Penny.

Everything went as planned. I took the penny for a ride one morning. Driving with great care, not changing lanes and keeping to the speed limit. On my lunch break I took a stroll by my father in-laws place a couple of blocks from my office with the penny along for the ride in my pocket.
I nonchalantly snuck up the side drive and carefully placed the penny on the ground right beside the BFH’s (Bitch from Hell) drivers side door of her pickup truck. I went back to work grinning inside, knowing the seed (penny) had been planted.
I know for a fact that she found it and put it in her pocket…an eyewitness reporter informed me first hand. Apparently she made a big deal about finding a nice shiny penny.
Now the wait…. So I went to Mexico for this part…not really, I was already going there anyways.
When I returned from my trip, one of the first things I heard was the BFH had moved out of my father in-laws house! Gone! Vamanos! The BAD Penny was doing it’s black magic…and quite well I might add. As of late, the BFH’s life is apparently in shambles. All I know is that my father in-law has never been more content and wonders whatever made her leave and why it wasn’t sooner.
The moral of this story is: If I EVER try to give you a penny ….don’t take it, unless of course you are willing to risk everything. Oh, and by the way this is only one incidence.
There have been others.

Maybe one day I’ll tell you what happened with “ The BAD Peso”