I am Spirit, the youngest, strongest, most intense and active of all the cats in my family. I am a silver Egyptian Mau with black spots weighing in at just less than 13 pounds. I was born in November 2012 in Wichita, Kansas; I flew from there to my forever home in Los Angeles. Life is so exciting, isn’t it? I love meeting people, learning new things and having my tummy tickled. I run all the time….up and down the stairs, through the house and on my new cat wheel. View Spirit's Posts.
Another Cat Writers' Conference! Same as last year! At least they always give her new toys and treats to bring home to us. Our hooman said there was enough rain in St. Louis that the Mississippi River was flooding near the Hotel where her Conference was. I'm not sure what 'flooding' means but I think the water causes problems for all critters. Anyway, I love this toy.
On this Memorial Day, we remember & honor those who fought & died to keep this country & others strong, safe & free.
Yummm. No time for meows or yowls now. Too busy chowin' down if you know what I mean. Oh, yeah. Thanks, Mom. And thanks to all you Moms out there that take care of us critters -- hooman and otherwise. Have a great Mom's day cause you know and we know -- you have earned it!!
Mom, it's time for our mid-day dry food treat! We're waiting. Patiently waiting, I might add. The food cartons are right behind you in the laundry room. And our food bowls are right here -- just in case you didn't notice. We're starrrrr- ving. Know what I mean?
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.
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!
I want you to be honest with me, hooman. Is there really an Easter Bunny? A Hippity-Hoppity Bunny? No foolin' around now. I get asked this question every Easter &, once & for all, I want the answer, the truth -- know what I mean? The neighbor has 2 cats & one bunny. Sometimes the bunny gets out the cat door & they race around our yard.
Yep.You caught me, rather my hooman caught me. I'm checking Mr. Gray out. Is he furr real? I have a tiny, cigar-shaped organ in the roof of my mouth behind my front teeth called "Jacobson's organ." I open my mouth, breathe the scent in from whatever I'm investigating. It's officially called the 'Flehmen response.' It's also called stinky face, silly face, funny face.