I am Inkee-Bear. Some say my name should be Mellow-Purr-Bear because I take life as it comes. I was born in April 2011 or three weeks after Gracee. I am a silky, midnight-black, straight-eared Scottish Fold weighing in at almost 13 pounds. I was very sick when I first went to my forever home but my meowmuh and the lady Doc saved me. I purr most of the time but always when I think of them. View Inkee-Bear's Posts.
Today is my birthday? Today -- you mean April 4? And exactly how old did you say I am? Eleven? So, in human years, that makes me how old? Sixty years old? Yikes!! Could we maybe just forget today? Meowrrrrrr.
Earthquake!! Did you feel it? When we felines first heard it, my scaredy cat siblings streaked up the stairs a nano second before the house started rocking! Me? I took cover under the dining room chair & table. That's what you're supposed to do plus, I stayed near our hooman.
SPIRIT: We're celebrating what today?
SOPHEE: Memorial Day -- used to be called Decoration Day. (Remembrance Day is a Holiday celebrated in other countries on our Veterans Day. My apologies.)
SPIRIT: In memory of what?
SOPHEE: In memory of all the animals and hoomans killed in wars.
SPIRIT: Killed? What's war?
Inkee: We're wishin' all you critters out there a Meowy Christmas! Spirit: Is't this when we get treats? Inkee: Yes, but this is also when WE give treats to others. T'is the season of GIVING. Understand? Spirit: Yes, I understand. So who's GIVING me MY treats? And when?
This Woolsey Fire kitty victim is being treated for his injuries. The Santa Ana winds blew the flames so fast that animals didn't know which way to go and many couldn't be caught by their owners before they themselves had to flee. Fortunately, there are hooman angels that went into the charred, still smoking neighborhoods and rescued what animals they could find.
This fire was a year after our fire, the Creek Fire. These Woolsey Fire flames are like monsters bearing down on this lone firefighter. These firefighters run TO the flames! We run AWAY! They work 36 hour shifts, sleep on the ground -- no catnaps for these heroes. They're super hoomans!
SPIRIT: I'm a pilgrim -- I pilgrimaged from a foreign land -- Egypt! I'm an Egyptian Mau. INKEE-BEAR: If you're from Egypt, then I'm from Scotland cause I'm a Scottish Fold. Duh. You came from Kansas, remember? You flew from Wichita to Dallas to Los Angeles & our hooman brought you to OUR home.
Let's celebrate National Black Cat Day on Sunday, Nov 17 by giving treats, playtime, a good cuddle & lotsa' love to your black cat. If you're going to adopt a cat, adopt a black cat &/or kitten. You won't be sorry. Just ask my hooman!
Yes, it's another Black Cat Day -- National Black Cat Day, that is. This time it's on Sunday, November 17. We are many different breeds -- we are male & female. We may look serious & mysterious but we love to be silly, cuddle & purr. Next time you adopt, go with one of us. You won't regret it.
No, I didn't "take over" our dining room chair like my hooman thinks I did. It's called "sharing." I'm sharing the chair with with our friend and house guest, Muriel, at our dining room table. It's fun to sit with hoomans. Muriel has a nice soft voice. She & her husband, Lee, gave us lots of pets. Since when do cats not like attention?