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.
Meowmuh agreed to review some grant applications to help some old dogs --I mean Senior dogs-- for the Grey Muzzle Organization @ greymuzzle.org. So, I'm being my usual helpful self as you'll see in the next pic (Pouncing on the Enemy) & video (The Printer Pounce).
The Humane Society says: ALL PARTS OF AN EASTER LILY ARE POISONOUS. If you have an indoor cat, DO NOT put an Easter Lily in your home -- not even up high. You know we cats can go anywhere we want. If your cats are indoor-outdoor cats, or if you feed feral cats, DO NOT place Easter Lilies on your porch or around your house. Meowmuh told us to be sure & tell you.
You want us to believe you're an Easter Bunny? I spose you're gonna' yell: "April Fool!" But you can't fool us. No Easter Bunny wears dark shades. An Easter Bunny you're not. We weren't born yesterday. We know an Easter Bunny when we see one. Easter Bunnies have baskets full of eggs & treats.
Spirit: "Did you eat all the treats?" Inkee-Bear: "Nope. Lemme' outta' here you little goofball." Spirit: "You snuck in there before Meowmuh closed the door.You're just an ole' sneak!" Inkee-Bear: "So I'm a sneak. Back off little bro'.
Yep. You better come check this out! Guess who's in our food cabinet. It's the one, the only--the only bear in this whole house--probably in this whole neighborhood, maybe in this whole town--it's INKEE-BEAR! If he put holes in our brand new yummy bag of treats, I'll kill him! I haven't even had one of those treats yet.
Hmmm--Meowmuh, do you hear something in our food cabinet? Or maybe it's someone in our food cabinet. You'd better come & take a gander cause I don't want anyone in our food. And, I know you don't either.
I see her, I see Meowmuh! Is she gonna' scratch my tummy? Is she gonna' tell me what a good boy I am? I am a good boy, a very good boy, you know.
Meet Lucy, well, we call her Lucy-Loo. She lives with Auntie Laurell. Lucy's favorite toy is her squirrel. You can see the squirrel's tail under her right paw. Lucy, like some dogs, also kneads. When dogs knead they generally hold something (the toy squirrel in Lucy's case) in their mouths. And see that far-off expression she has? She is in another zone, so to speak.
I love to have my tummy scratched, to get attention, to be touched, to be told I'm a good boy...it just gets me kneading. Meowmuh says I "air knead" but I knead on soft things too--like her lap but I have to be careful because my claws might scratch her. It's one way of telling her I love her. I knead on Inkee-Bear & Sophee too but not Gracee. No siree.
Meet Mikey. He lives with Auntie Rika. We stayed with them during our Creek Fire evacuation in December. Watch Mikey kneading or 'making muffins.' We don't all knead as adults but we all knead as kittens. It stimulated our mom's milk. We adults usually knead on something soft like a blanket, a pillow or a hooman. Me? Spirit?