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.
(If you can't see our video, click on the Title) I figured out how to get my food cause I use my paws much, much more than the other dimwits in this video. It's fun, it's competition. My reward? Food, tasty food. The first 'course' for our breakfast is our wet food. The second course is our dry food. Mostly it's served in our bowls but sometimes this way.
I get it. The food's in the balls. Know how I found out? I sniffed & snuffed all around one ball, put my nose against it &, guess what? When the ball rolled, our dry food just jumped out. Now I know. Push the ball, paw the ball, move the ball -- and eat. Be sure to watch our video: Huntin' for Food.
First of all, I'm givin' a yowl out to my only hooman uncle, John B. Happy Dad's Day, Uncle John. My cat dad is Mr. Kool-Kat. Cool name, huh? My mom's pure white but my dad is pure black--like me. My dad, Mr. Kool-Kat, is also Sophee's dad. Sophee looks like her mom. I look like, no big surprise here, my dad. Another no-big surprise? I'm cool too - I mean kool.
SPIRIT: Do you hear that? TATATA-ta -- It's a merry-ah-? INKEE: Mariachi band. SPIRIT: I knew that. Wanna' dance? INKEE: No, but you can. While you're at it, why don't you mind your manners & wish everyone a Happy Cinco de Mayo? SPIRIT: A what? OK. Happy Cinco de Meowo! INKEE: Close enough. Sigh.
What time is it anyway? Whatever time it is, we know it's time for you to be in bed!! We've been waiting and waiting and waiting. Look'it Spirit, he can't even get his eyes open let alone keep 'em open! Put that computer to sleep so we can all sleep. We thank you very meowuch.
Did U know that April 17 was National Haiku Poetry Day? So, while we were tryin' to bird-watch and after a lot of hissing & swatting, we wrote our own Haiku poem:
Springs' renewal brings
Nest building in eaves despite
Cats' wanton warnings.
What's wrong with this picture? I'll tell ya'-- these goofy bunny ears, that's what. I don't look like a bunny, I don't feel like a bunny & I don't sound like a bunny--whatever that is. I'm just gonna' take a nap, a cat nap, a bunny nap--whatever. Wishin' you baskets brimmin' with Easter goodies, cavities & calories.
Why am I listenin' to a noisy whatever-it-is? I'm a Kool Kat so I'm supposed to 'get down' and 'get with' the beat. I'm tryin' my bestie. Dig it's spectacles? Hmm. They taste pretty good. You should try 'em. But not to be outdone by a-whatever-it-is, here's wishin' every critter I know & don't know a Happy Easter!
Spirit: What did ya' say? Hippity-hop-hop down the bunny trail? Where's that? Inkee-Bear: Who cares? Spirit: Take a nap, Inkee-Bear. I'm investigatin' somethin' here. Dude-Big-Pink-Ears here says he's gonna' hop somewhere. Is it outside? Can I come? I wanna' see the bunny trail. Don't you, Inkee-Bear? Inkee-Bear: You go, I'll nap.
Can't pinch me, I'm wearin' green. See? No one's ever seen a leprechaun? They're guys? They're smaller than small, have red beards, make & mend shoes & wear green hats and coats? That's easy-peasy. If I can't find one, I know who can. Sophee, Gracee or that team of geniuses on the TV show, 'Scorpion.' They'll find one.