I am Sophee; my registered name is Ms. Sophista-Kat. I am a calico, straight-eared Scottish Fold born in January 2012. I have the same father as Inkee-Bear and the same mother as Gracee. I might be the smallest but I have the loudest purr…I weigh less than 7 pounds. I love to play and let all of the other cats groom me. View Sophee's Posts.
What’s with these flying things? Bah-loons? They keep bouncing & moving. Like every time the heat comes on, they get blown around. They’re dancin’ on the ceilin’ if you know what I mean. Anyhoo — may you too have bah-loons that dance on this, your Valentine’s Day!!
Yikes! That's a ram? A male Bighorn Sheep? Not a mountain goat. Those things on their heads -- horns -- can weigh up to 30 lbs? They can jump 20 feet? They can weigh up to 300 pounds? They can balance on a 2 inch rock ledge in the Rocky Mountains? The males fight for dominance by ramming each other? At speeds up to 20 MPH? Maybe that's what Spirit is doing.
See what I mean? Just like I've been tellin' ya'! Spirit had to get in the mix & head butt me! Pisses me off! I let him know it too! I haven't even had a chance to turn around to see what a ram looks like. Maybe Spirit should become a mascot for the Ram team because all he does is ram -- all day, all night. Our hooman teaches him manners -- oh, he has 'em.
What's a ram? An animal that runs into things deliberately? You mean like Spirit? He has such a hard head & he's always rammin' it into our hooman AND us! It's supposed to be gentle -- to show affection -- we call it a head butt. Maybe his problem (really it's our problem) is that when he head butts at 80 MPH that it's a 'ram' & not a 'butt' if you know what I mean.
They call us the 'Sibling Bookends'-- or the 'Bookend Siblings.' We frequently 'end' up on our catwalk together. From up here, we have choices. We can either watch our hooman, in this case our hooman turned photographer inside our house & below us or the birds, bees & trees outside our house through the window behind us. Which would you choose?
You should see the action around this house at Christmas time! It can be exhausting, if you get my drift. Big boxes with paper & stuff in 'em. Meowmuh takes stuff out, puts the stuff here & there. Me? I investigate the boxes, watch blinking lights, chase ornaments, pounce on garlands, listen to strange sounds -- Meowmuh says it's music, you know, Christmas carols.
We let him stay cause he passed the sniff test. What we didn't know is that he makes noise. Meowmuh says it's music --Christmas carols. Can you believe that?
A Snowman? In California? Gotta' investigate this! We, as dedicated members of the "Sniff Patrol," actively investigate any anomaly or mysterious thing that enters our house. We certainly don't need investigation training cause sniffing is what we do! It's a skill we're born with, a real talent &, we'll thoroughly investigate this one, furr shure!
It's raining, it's pouring & Inkee-Bear is snoring. I'm not asleep, not me. Besides, it never rains anymore. So this is exciting! I don't want to miss a drop. Let the others sleep all they want. This is my time, my 'me-time' if you know what I mean. My siblings are sooo quiet. That is sooo what I want. Besides, I have Meowmuh all to myself.
Am I actin' & lookin' sweet & innocent enough? Meowmuh still hasn't noticed the crooked picture. You know, we have dozens of earthquakes in Los Angeles. None recently? None today? Well, she won't know. She's busy & tired. I'm just gonna' kick-it up here. I'm on the top step of the cat tree now. My ears almost brush the ceiling. Well, not really. I'm not a liar.