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.
They do what on Saint Patrick's Day? They drink green beer? They turn a river green? Nah -- & if you believe that - well, you get my drift. Everyone wears green? Why? So they don't get pinched? Yikes. Well, I won't get pinched. I have green eyes -- all us Maus have green eyes. Oh, my new collar has green on it -- as a matter of fact, it has shamrocks on it.
In our house, we're 'going green' on March 17! Are you? It's Saint Patrick's Day! An Irish Holiday! We like Holidays. As you can see, our hooman has Saint Patrick Day plates & napkins. We're ready to party or, as we cats pronounce it, purr-dee!
Our hooman saw this cartoon & thought it was purrfect for our blog. She had to pay for it -- or it could be a copywrong issue -- no, I mean a copyright issue. The cartoon's text at the bottom of the cartoon might not be visible due to pixels or whatever. So, I'll 'splain it to ya'. The Accountant is telling his patient, I mean client: "Mr.
Just 'cause I'm sittin' on my hooman's tax receipts, you might think that I'm bothering or 'taxing' her. But I'm not. I'm tryin' to help her stay calm, cool & collected. She just said: "OK, Spirit. No catio this year -- the possibility of getting the usual/any tax return is diminishing. Sorry, little guy." That's depressing. She knows how I love to go outdoors.
Wow! This day before Valentine’s Day has been exhausting! Teddy bears, hearts, bah-loons, ribbons—I’m plum wore out if you see what I’m sayin’. I need to get some serious sleep time in so I’ll be all handsome for tomorrow — Valentine’s Day. If the neighbor’s cats don’t come over, I’m gonna’ call Auntie Rika’s cats — Lucy & Mikey. They’ll be my Valentines furr shure! Have a fun day.
I’ve been waiting to ask the neighbor’s cat to be my Valentine. But she never showed. My hooman says it’s because it’s been raining — cats don’t like rain. I wouldn’t know. Me? I’m an indoor cat — except when my hooman takes me out in the stroller. Well, I can at least wish YOU — Happy Valentine’s Day!
Spirit: How much time do we have to find a Valentine? A few more days? Only a few more days!? Then you need to take us outside in our stroller otherwise we'll be Valentineless. Inkee-Bear: Spirit, calm down. Sophee could be your Valentine but she does get mad when you chase her & catch her. You need to slow down. Spirit: Slow down?
Spirit: I don't wanna' panic or nothin' -- but what if they don't come before Valentine's Day? Inkee-Bear: Then you can ask someone in our house to be your Valentine. Spirit: Huh? You mean like Gracee? She stilll hisses at me. Inkee-Bear: No, not Gracee. She's a hissing machine. Remember when the raccoons came to the back door?
Spirit: Remember the neighbors' cats that come through our back yard? Inkee-Bear: Yes.The beige ones with the brown faces. Spirit: Yes, those are the ones!
Spirit: What's Valentine's Day? Inkee-Bear: It's a day to show that you like -- Spirit: How do I know that? Inkee-Bear: Sigh.