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.
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.
This is the neighbor's cat -- the dummy brother. Don't be showin your whiskers in my backyard. Where's your cute sister, dude? If you two aren't careful, you'll get eaten by a coyote. Where is that humungous white bunny that our hooman says is your sibling. He escapes from your yard. We watch you guys chase each other. I didn't know that bunnies can jump walls & run so fast.
This patrol duty is a stressful job. But somebody's gotta do it. Best be me. I'm scannin the back yard for those pesky neighbor cats. Well, one is pretty cute. The girl one. She and her brother are look alikes. Then there's the third cat - a black cat - he looks like a mini-Inkee-Bear. We don't know if he has a home. He just sits at the end of our yard, near the wall and stares at our house.
I'm busy. I'm on duty. I'm on patrol. I'm on early morning cat-watch. Those cats come really early. They usually come over the fence in the backyard, they climb our big tree, they chase each other, then they run along the side of the house to the front yard. But sometimes they walk down the street to our front yard and go to the backyard.
From where I’m sittin,’ International Cat Day on August 8 sounds totally cool. So, I can celebrate, right? Can I choose how I celebrate? Maybe? OK. I want to stay outside in my stroller from sun-up to sundown. No? Sigh.