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.
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.
Our hooman's laughing at us. Yes, she is. She says that we're too big for this box, that we're makin' the box bulge, that we're goin' to be furever known as "The Bulging-Box-Boy-Buddies." We don't care. We like to groom each other, nap together, be together. We each sat in this box alone & we each fit.
Yes, I'm sittin' in my sibling, Gracee's box. Do you blame me? I'm a cat too, afterall. Cats and boxes -- like tea & crumpets -- like lightning and thunder - like -- you get my drift. They just go together. So here I am, doin' the "If it Fits I Sits" meme. And, I do -- fit & sit, that is.
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.