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.
Our hooman's Great-Uncle, Eugene, was drafted (lists of new draftees were published in local newspapers) to the Great War/WWI.
This pic is: "A gunner with the regimental cat in a trench. Cambrin, France. 2/6/1918 (1WM)" Per an article on 8/22/2014 by Bruce Strauss: "Cats were a common sight in the trenches & aboard ships where they hunted mice & rats.
Thank you to all Veterans who have served & still serve & their family members! We're sending a special meow-out to the animals who serve whi
We're the "Committee." We meet on our stair landing at least weekly to "meow" & "yowl" -- you know, talk things over, work things out. Not just for us but for our hooman too. But you can never work things out with Gracee. She doesn't even meet with us. Just because she's the oldest, she thinks everything should be her way or the highway. Sigh.
SPIRIT: OK, OK. Cut it out. Quit buggin' me! I've got bigger & better fish to fry if you know what I mean. INKEE-BEAR: You may be the fastest cat in the house but you're also the biggest guy cry-baby in the house. Wait, hold on! Don't be always runnin' off. Oops. A bit of a snag here. Didn't really mean to snag you like that, dude.
SPIRIT: Inkee-Bear, we're best buddies, right? INKEE-BEAR: Dunno' if I'd say "best" buddies. SPIRIT: Whaddya' mean? If we're not best buddies, then what are we? INKEE-BEAR: I'd say we're siblings.
What?! What did you say? Did you say "LASER" or "LIZARD?" It makes a difference, you know. What kind of a difference? Well it's complicated. It's kinda' hard to explain. So, I won't. Watch me next week with my flips, flops, and forward rolls. And I catch what I'm after, trust me. And it ain't no lizard or laser. Tune in. See ya next week.
You better not wake me up! I don't care if it is Labor Day weekend. I start each day (if I meow loud enough and long enough) outside in my stroller. Yes, it's hot out but I love watching everything outdoors. Being on my leash is even better than being in my stroller.
We're honoring Rosie the Riveter this Labor Day. See her below me? An American icon, Rosie represents women who joined the workforce in the 1940's to continue the work of manufacturing war machines when our men were drafted to fight WW II.
This little guy reminds us of Inkee-Bear. He's always alone. We don't know if he has a home but our hooman says he looks well-cared for. The other day, he tree'd the neighbor's big boy cat. For how long? For hours on end. The big boy cat started shaking, he looked like he was going to fall out of the tree. The little black cat put the fear of you-know-what in him.