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.
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.
All Spirit thinks about is partying or, as he puts it -- purr-dee-ing. On the more serious side, see the three leaf plant on our plates? That's a shamrock. The word 'shamrock' comes from the Irish word for 'young clover.' The Druids believed that a three-leaf clover would enable them to see evil spirits & escape in time.
Today — Monday, March 11 is NATIONAL NAPPING DAY!! Did you know that? It’s always the day AFTER the return of Daylight Savings. It’s to compensate for that lost hour.
Yep. Spirit, the youngest in our herd, isn't waitin' up for our hooman. He's dead to the world, so to speak. Thankfully. Lemme' tell ya', when he's awake -- look out. He runs over 30 mph. He crashes into things, into us, into our hooman. He chases us & toys that our hooman throws. He's a genuine action figure when he's awake. So, sleep tight, little guy.
Our hooman's been sitting in front of that screen for a long, long time. It's very late. Maybe she's writing about us. We help her as much as we can -- including not stepping on the keys in front of the screen. She tells us: "Be careful, don't step on the keys." I never do but some of my sibs -- well, sigh. It's been dark out for a long time now. So, we're waiting for her to come to bed.
My hooman sits at her desk in front of this screen while her fingers press keys -- kind of like when she's practicing piano. It's fun being near her. So, when she sits in front of the screen, I sit behind the screen. When she stands up to take a break, she's always surprised to see me sitting here -- behind the screen. This time she laughed & took my picture.
Our hooman’s taking a break from our photo shoot. Maybe she’s frustrated cause we keep moving, scattering. In this pic we’re lookin’ in different directions, we’re on different levels, we’ve been pouncing on the ribbons that dangle from those bah-loons that keep moving — scraping & bouncing on the ceiling & walls. You know we cats LOVE anything that moves.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day? The Valentine Bear is here, but that’s not good enough! I still don’t have my Valentine!! Will YOU be my Valentine? Puhleeze?