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.
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.
OK. It worked. Told ya' it'd work. My hooman says we can go outside now. But I have to be either in our secured stroller or on a leash & wear this harness thing. But I don't want to be seen in this flowery, hoody getup. How embarrassing. If I gotta' wear something, then at least get me something that expresses me, the REAL me -- something more manly if you get my drift.
I'm watchin' my hooman from our loft. I told her that I want to go outside! She said no -- she's busy -- hoomans say things like that. So, I wanna' see just how busy she really is! Know what I mean? So, I'm watchin' & puttin' on my best 'sad sack' face -- it works sometimes. The object is to make her feel bad, real bad -- & guilty. I'm sure I can do it. I've done it before.
Don't mean to turn my back on you but I wanted you to see my new collar. It has shamrocks on it -- our hooman says she saw it, thought about my green eyes & knew she had to get it for me, her fav feline. Well, I am. Inkee-Bear says I'm NOT her fav -- it's just that I'm the baby/youngest of our pack so she has to look out for me. But I can take care of myself if you know what I mean.