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.
Sometimes a big brother's gotta' do what a big brother's gotta' do. In this instance, I'm holdin' Spirit back -- it's my infamous "one-paw-hold." I'm tryin' to keep him from gettin' in more trouble. This little silver & black cat gets into more "troub" than the rest of us put together.
Guess you can see what my fav treat is -- yogurt! I'm wearin' it now. When our hooman finishes her yogurt for breakfast, she lets us lick the container clean. I love yogurt! You have to know how to get your muzzle in that container to lick it clean as a whistle. Yogurt! Yum!
We're the "Committee." We meet on our stair landing at least weekly to "meow" & "yowl" -- you know, talk things over, work things out. Not just for us but for our hooman too. But you can never work things out with Gracee. She doesn't even meet with us. Just because she's the oldest, she thinks everything should be her way or the highway. Sigh.
I always "place" myself on this green lily pad-placemat as soon as our hooman lifts our water bowl, carries the bowl to the kitchen sink, turns on the water, rinses the bowl, fills it & "Purr, Purr!" -- serves us our fresh, cool water. Sometimes she puts my fav thing in it -- little pieces of ice or a REALLY BIG ice cube! "Purr Purr Purr!" Don't be surprised by ice cubes.
See the green thing? "It's a placemat for your water bowl," our hooman told us, "and it looks like a lily pad. Cool, huh?" Cool? Dunno bout that. But why our water bowl has to be "placed" on a lily pad is beyond my whiskers.
SPIRIT: OK, OK. Cut it out. Quit buggin' me! I've got bigger & better fish to fry if you know what I mean. INKEE-BEAR: You may be the fastest cat in the house but you're also the biggest guy cry-baby in the house. Wait, hold on! Don't be always runnin' off. Oops. A bit of a snag here. Didn't really mean to snag you like that, dude.
SPIRIT: Inkee-Bear, we're best buddies, right? INKEE-BEAR: Dunno' if I'd say "best" buddies. SPIRIT: Whaddya' mean? If we're not best buddies, then what are we? INKEE-BEAR: I'd say we're siblings.
Stop with the histrionics, Spirit! Yes, I said I got a lizard, not a laser, a L-I-Z-A-R-D. Got it? This little lizard isn't the brightest in the world either -- he chose to come in a house with four -- yes, count them, four -- indoor cats. It's not often I get to give my hooman a gift. Oops, what happened to it? Oh, I know.
I love lickin' tape and anythin' plastic. When I saw these bags -- like, wow! I know she isn't happy with me sprawlin' on her kitchen counter but how can a guy resist plastic bags? I also rearrange the bags, that's what I call work. So, I'm workin' on Labor Day. It's a Federal Holiday so I expect time-and-a-half compensation -- in treats that is.
I want to send a meow-out or a shout-out as in human terms, to all the black felines out there on this, our day -- Black Cat Appreciation Day --celebrated on Saturday, August 17. We are mysterious, we are loveable, we are special. So, please celebrate our day your way. Maybe adopt a black cat? A senior black cat? Or a black kitten. Either or both would be totally cool.