Saturday, May 15, 2021

Purrson of the Year


Hey evfurryone, it's me, Rabbit. I wanted to share with you the wonderpurr tribute Time did on me, calling me Purrson of the Year. And the year is only five months old! I can't imagine what adoray-shuns and triboo-layshuns will be stowed on me by year end. But I'm a humble guy and take all this fame and worshipping fans in stride. I understand a pawtrait is being done of me in all my glorious Turkish Vanglory. I bet that pawtrait ends up on a billboard over Times Square or even Hollywood, and hoomons gather around to stare, taking pikchures and whispurring among themselves how envious they are that they don't live with me.
Yah, I can't wait to see my awards pawtrait and share it with all of you.

Artist used PicsArt using Distortion and White Ice filter.

Friday, May 14, 2021

Losing One's Identity with the Loss of a Famous Fur Kid

 This past Sunday Momma Kat lost her beloved Bear Cat.

To those outside of the Anipal community, Bear was "just a cat." I'm blessed to be on the inside of that ridiculous notion. I know, like everyone reading this post, that Bear was more than just a cat. He was Katherine's everything. He changed her life, and gave her back her sense of well-being, just by being there for her.

For those who build their social media around one predominant fur kid, losing that kid knocks the breathe out of you. Katherine herself said how she now feels like she's lost her identity with Bear's passing. 

It's understandable. For me, I started building my social media around Herman TattleCat, never once contemplating what TattleCat would be once he passed. As he aged, tolerating camera intrusion less and less, I leave him be. And therefore, TattleCat's social media with 12,000+ has faded into a shell of what it once was.

Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Is it Friday Yet?

Hi, this is Kim subbing for Dori who says she's off on assignment, but I happen to know she's napping on her newly favorite window hammock, and doesn't seem inclined to write her Tuesday report.

Saturday, May 08, 2021

Tough and Feraly


Behind The Scenes

Living in Southaven for over thirteen years meant I acquired a lot of extra cats, mostly feral from a nearby colony. When we finally moved in July 2020, I had no choice but to make our outside cats, Jesse, Nikolas and Chevy - dubbed The Garage Band by our wonderpurr petsitter, Michelle - indoor cats. Florida has a lot of flying predators, not to mention a few that slither or crawl with big sharp teeth.

The Garage Band have adapted. They are offered time on the Catio, and we also do our best to offer them stimulating toys. I'm astonished to discover that they don't play like my indoor cats. Unless it's battery powered and moves on its own, forget it. Not interested. I honestly didn't realize that outdoor cats would not be interested in playing with toys. It makes sense that their days would be full trying to survive, eat and find shelter. Play for them might be toying with a rodent before dining. Despite the fact that all three were fed three meals, and had cozy beds in our garage, they still clung to their homeless roots.

Anyway, when Jesse got stomititis last year he moved into the Cat Apartment to recover, and lost his position with the Band. Nik gave him a lot of grief. So now Jesse has a huge bedroom to himself (serious envy here) while Nik and Chevy have the huge garage to themselves.

We put  up a wood lattice gate to the hallway to keep the rest of the Wonderepurr Gang from access to the Band. Back in 2017 I saw Chevy roll Herman and that was it for me. I don't fully trust him. He's sweet to Ray and I, and has never bitten us, but he's feral and he's also FIV+. Nuff said.

Rabbit, being the sneaky little brat he is, loves to slip through the gate when my back is turned, and will hide behind the door to the garage like a mischievous child to spy on Nik and Chevy. Since Chevy is highly vocal, he will eventually rat out the AssRabbit.

Sunday, April 25, 2021

The SpaceX Launch

 Using the aroma of my favorite Pikes Peak coffee, Ray lured me out of bed at five a.m. on Friday to drive to Flagler Beach. The launch of the SpaceX rocket was scheduled to lift off at 5:49. He chatted like a sugared-up six-year-old the entire thirteen minutes it took to get there, while I silently sipped my coffee, praying he'd come down with laryngitis... but only until I got enough coffee in me to comprehend the conversation.

I used to be a MORNING PERSON, but between the Covid Quarantine chaos, Ray retiring and being home ALL THE TIME, plus the endless antics of my Flying Monkeys aka The Wonderpurr Gang, I'm now only a MORNING PERSON after two cups of coffee and one episode of Cybill or I Dream of Jeannie on the Roku channel.

Watching the NASA lift offs is part of our Bucket List while living in Florida. SpaceX was the second one we've enjoyed so far, with beautifully clear skies enabling us to see the entire launch. My video is a little over six minutes, but it's worth it.

Saturday, April 24, 2021

First Feline Astro-Nut in Space

Dear Diary: Yesterday my pawrents escaped before breakfast. In fact, it was so dark outside, I was still asleep in my Zen Den. Oddly, they returned about an hour later and went back to bed. I asked my Mom what the Friskies that was all about, and she told me she and Dadders went to watch the SpaceX launch down at the beach. That got me to thinking... Instead of being a DoriDeer wrangler, or a Ninja kitteh hunting Opipotomuses... What if I decided to be an Astro-Nut when I grow up? I bet being a pawfessional Astro-Nut would be really fun. I'd make headlines around the world as the First Feline Astro-Nut in Space!