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Be forewarned all you Tricksters & Tweeters, you come knockin' on our door, we'll answer but we cats aren't given' up any treats!  No siree!  All 4 of us agree on that!

I'm speakin' fur all of us when I say no!  Absolutely not!  We're not gonna' dress up and pose for Halloween pics this year fur cryin' out loud.  Use last years pics!  

I'm askin' all hooman's out there to appreciate us black cats on our day, Black Cat Appreciation Day on October 27. You can give us any or all of the following EXTRAS: treats, pets & scratches, new toys, play time, cuddle time & whatever else your cat asks for. Basically, just appreciate us -- oh yeah -- love us. 

This is my fav cat artist -- Jamie Perry. And this is my fav kind of cat, a black cat -- just like me. I love perchin' here & lookin' at him.  Does he know Oct 27 is Black Cat Appreciation Day? Somebody better tell him, don't you think?  

Yes, I admit it, I'm sleepy. Everyone slows down sometime. Maybe you need to slow down sometimes too. Real slo-o-o-o-w if you get my drift. G'night.  Don't let the bed bugs bite. May you dream only sweet dreams. No, not about candy -- I mean good dreams, happy dreams!  

Spirit pays more attention to me if I whisper in his ear. No, I'm not going to tell you what I'm telling him. So, just in case you ever wondered if we cats ever talk to each other -- the answer is:  "Yes, we do!"

Sometimes a big brother's gotta' do what a big brother's gotta' do. In this instance, I'm holdin' Spirit back -- it's my infamous "one-paw-hold."  I'm tryin' to keep him from gettin' in more trouble. This little silver & black cat gets into more "troub" than the rest of us put together. His first name should be "No!"  And his middle name should be "Trouble" so he would be called "No Trouble."

Guess you can see what my fav treat is --  yogurt!  I'm wearin' it now. When our hooman finishes her yogurt for breakfast, she lets us lick the container clean. I love yogurt!  You have to know how to get your muzzle in that container to lick it clean as a whistle. Yogurt!  Yum!  

A girl has to cool her claws sometimes if you know what I mean. Hopefully, my speedster youngest brother, Spirit, in the shadows behind me, will give me a break for a few anyway. "Hey, Spirit, I need a time-out!"  He needs to be given direction directly from me if you know what I mean. To see us in 3D, go to our FB, see this posting, move your phone (or move your mouse over) this same FB pic & you'll see us in 3D! It's more fun than anyone (even Spirit) can imagine. See ya' there!

I gotta' be honest. My siblings' "Committee" meetings are a total waste of time. So I just say no to their little meetings. They can yowl all they want. I do what I want & they know it. Cry me a river, know what I mean?   They say:  "Gracee may be little but she's mighty."  You can take that to the bank. My hiss will make any respectable cat run & hide. So, do it my way or HISSS!   

We're the "Committee." We meet on our stair landing at least weekly to "meow" & "yowl" -- you know, talk things over, work things out. Not just for us but for our hooman too. But you can never work things out with Gracee. She doesn't even meet with us. Just because she's the oldest, she thinks everything should be her way or the highway.  Sigh. 

I always "place" myself on this green lily pad-placemat as soon as our hooman lifts our water bowl, carries the bowl to the kitchen sink, turns on the water, rinses the bowl, fills it & "Purr, Purr!" -- serves us our fresh, cool water. Sometimes she puts my fav thing in it -- little pieces of ice or a REALLY BIG ice cube!  "Purr Purr Purr!"  Don't be surprised by ice cubes. We're in triple digits here but I love playing with ice anytime!  'Scuse. Here comes the water. Gotta move. 

See the green thing?  "It's a placemat for your water bowl," our hooman told us, "and it looks like a lily pad. Cool, huh?"  Cool?  Dunno bout that. But why our water bowl has to be "placed" on a lily pad is beyond my whiskers. 

SPIRIT:  OK, OK.  Cut it out.  Quit buggin' me!  I've got bigger & better fish to fry if you know what I mean.  INKEE-BEAR:  You may be the fastest cat in the house but you're also the biggest guy cry-baby in the house.  Wait, hold on!  Don't be always runnin' off.  Oops. A bit of a snag here.  Didn't really mean to snag you like that, dude.  SPIRIT:  Yea, right.  You didn't 'mean' to snag me.  A likely story.  Your nose is growin', dude. But I'm cool with it. INKEE-BEAR:  If you're cool, I'm cool -- which...

SPIRIT:  Inkee-Bear, we're best buddies, right?  INKEE-BEAR:  Dunno' if I'd say "best" buddies. SPIRIT:  Whaddya' mean? If we're not best buddies, then what are we? INKEE-BEAR:  I'd say we're siblings. SPIRIT:  That's it? I thought we were buddies!  INKEE-BEAR:  Aww...fur cryin' out loud, Spirit. OK, OK. We're buddies. Yes, best buddies. Now look at Jeff, our hooman buddy with his new camera & long lens. Hold still. Say "Meow."  

Where is it?  Oh, wait!  Now I see it!   Sometimes I let the other cats in our house have a try at it. Sophee chases the laser all the way from the end of the kitchen, through the dining room, through the living room & up the front door. Yes, she jumps way up on the door. Big Inkee-Bear is a big surprise -- you think he's taking a nap but then his big black paw snakes out to grab it. Spirit is a laser non-player.  These pics were taken by Jeff, our webdesigner, with his new camera.  Our hooman edited them.

Sophee & I try to get our hooman to play "Laser-Pointer" whenever we can.  Sometimes we don't have to ask. She just does it.  I can hear the click when she turns it on!  Yes I can.  Even if I'm in another room!   My cat ears are super-sonic, better than my sibs, fur shure.  I race to the sound.  So, I'm warnin' ya' startin' right now.  Stay outa' my way 'til I catch this laser thing.  I'll creep up on it, I'll stalk it, I'll catch it.  Just you wait and see.  

I can catch anything!  Yes, I can.  It takes skill, quick reflexes & determination!  And I gotta' heap-a all three!  More than any of my three sibs, that's fur darn tootin' shure.