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.
Paws up for all you Dads out there! Today is your day. Sophee and I have the same Dad -- Mr. Kool Kat. I know you're gonna' laugh, but I'm just like him. A veritable 'chip-off-the-block' so to speak -- too Kool for words. Now that I think of it, I should have been named Mr. Kool Kat's Kid.
I was not prepared to be left in charge of our house AND my siblings last month! For five whole days! I know Gracee is the oldest but I'm second oldest and I'm a guy and I'm bigger so I should be in charge. I'm all for our hooman learning more about cats at these conferences. That's good for us -- and other cats too.
Oops. Our hooman was ready to take the trash out but she got this phone call and, well -- you can see what happened. I didn't do it. It was the girls. They don't always see whisker-to-whisker but when it comes to getting into things, they're a real team.
SPIRIT: OK, Mr. Know-It-All Inkee -- what am I sniffing? INKEE: 'Maracas.' SPIRIT: Are they toys for us? INKEE: No, not for us. They're a percusion instrument -- a gourd-shaped container filled with dried beans. SPIRIT: So, what do they do?
SPIRIT: Our hooman says it's "Cinco de Mayo." What does 'cinco' mean? INKEE It means 5. SPIRIT: But there's only 4 of us. INKEE: It isn't how many of us there are.
Ha! Hi, Hooman! You just noticed me? I’ve been waitin’ in this trashcan for hours. Waitin’ for you to notice me! What’re you doin’? You’ve been sittin’ in this chair for a really long time starin’ at the screen & typin’ somethin.’ Is it about me? Bet it is. I’m the biggest AND the best cat in this whole house if I do say so myself.
INKEE-BEAR: So, just cool your jets, Spirit. It's getting late in the day. When the sun starts going away, those itty-bitty peeps settle down. Then we can open the front door again & enjoy the peace & quiet outside. SPIRIT: Cool. So, we can look for lizards & crawlies!? INKEE-BEAR: Yes, little guy.
INKEE-BEAR: Do you hear it? SPIRIT: Hear what? INKEE-BEAR: You dummy. Something is on our roof. it's not walkin' -- it's hoppin! SPIRIT: Well, truth be told, I can't hear a thing except baby birds chirping their little beaks off in the eaves outside our front door. They don't stop until the sun goes down!
INKEE-BEAR: Exactly what is National Siblings' Day? I like to paw-tee but I gotta' know fur what! SOPHEE: I know what it is. It's the day when we celebrate being together, in our house, with our hooman. It's who we play with, who we cuddle with, who we don't play with, who we can't cuddle with. Understand? INKEE-BEAR: I get it.
I'm not entirely sure what our hooman has planned for Saint Patrick's Day. But, I want to be ready so I'll start restin' up right here, right now. Then, before she wakes up, I move up the stairs, jump on her bed, curl up & go back to sleep. Then, when she wakes up, I'm the first feline she sees! I go into my purr mode immediately. Can't help it.