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.
A nail trim AND a physical? This isn't remotely how I planned on spending my day. The day started normal with breakfast & me meowing to go outside in the stroller. But our hooman had a different plan. Well, I'm here now. They always see me last cause I growl sometimes & that upsets the other cats. The vet assistant is trying to be my furr-end.
Inkee-Bear & I aren't into boxes. Gracee is. Inkee-Bear & I like our cat trees and fluffy cat beds.This cat tree is waist-high -- for a hooman that is. Auntie Rika gave us this cat tree. As you can see, catnappin' with your sibling is the best. Anyway, the best for me. Not sure about Inkee-Bear. Sometimes he gets up & goes to another spot to nap.
We’re both wishin’ all critters out there a fun, safe & sane Independence Day!!
Did you say fireworks? Yikes! Paws crossed & prayin’ that your hoomans keep you inside — away from the boom-booms!
SPIRIT: I was wonderin' who was purrin' their whiskers off in this bag. What'cha doin' in there anyway? SOPHEE: Hiding. I love to hide & I'm good at it. SPIRIT: If you're going to hide & be good at it, then you need to stop purring. We can all hear you -- your purrin's loud for cryin' out loud!
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?