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Stop with the histrionics, Spirit!  Yes, I said I got a lizard, not a laser, a L-I-Z-A-R-D.  Got it?  This little lizard isn't the brightest in the world either -- he chose to come in a house with four -- yes, count them, four -- indoor cats.  It's not often I get to give my hooman a gift.  Oops, what happened to it?  Oh, I know.  She picked it up with one of those paper towels & put it outside. She says it ran away.  I dunno.'  It better not come back.

I hear you, Spirit. Open your eyes!  It's a laser. I'm chasin' the laser. It's MY fav toy!  I know you aren't into chasin' lasers.  But I am.  So, to each his own.  No, I don't get dizzy from spinnin' in circles chasin' it.  Yes, I chase it through the kitchen, back through the kitchen, skid around the corner into the dining room and charge after it through the living room to the front door. The best is chasin' it up and down our stairs. This is serious stuff.  So, quit askin' questions, get outa' my way & stay outa' my way!

What?!  What did you say? Did you say "LASER" or "LIZARD?"  It makes a difference, you know. What kind of a difference?  Well it's complicated. It's kinda' hard to explain. So, I won't.  Watch me next week with my flips, flops, and forward rolls. And I catch what I'm after, trust me.  And it ain't no lizard or laser.  Tune in. See ya next week.   

You better not wake me up!  I don't care if it is Labor Day weekend. I start each day (if I meow loud enough and long enough) outside in my stroller.  Yes, it's hot out but I love watching everything outdoors. Being on my leash is even better than being in my stroller.  When I come inside, I have a snack then I chase my siblings around, flip my toys in the air, persuade my hooman to toss them (she's a pretty good tosser), then I work out on the exercise wheel while she cleans our litter box then it's nap time -- catnap time, that is. Have a good Labor Day Holiday!

I'm the Inspector-In-Residence at this house. Nothing gets past me -- not on Labor Day, not on any day.  My hooman tells other hoomans that I don't miss a thing. And, I don't. I fly up and down the stairs between floors at breakneck speed, jumping off the wall if I feel like it and if  my hooman has moved a chair, a lamp, a bowl, a pillow, I know. That's just how I am.  So, I'm keeping track of things for my hooman.  Well, somebody's gotta do it. Right? And, yes, I like what I do so I'm purring.

I love lickin' tape and anythin' plastic.  When I saw these bags -- like, wow!  I know she isn't happy with me sprawlin' on her kitchen counter but how can a guy resist plastic bags?  I also rearrange the bags, that's what I call work.  So, I'm workin' on Labor Day.  It's a Federal Holiday so I expect time-and-a-half compensation -- in treats that is. 

We're honoring Rosie the Riveter this Labor Day.  See her below me?  An American icon, Rosie represents women who joined the workforce in the 1940's to continue the work of manufacturing war machines when our men were drafted to fight WW II.  Her iconic image, first painted by Norman Rockwell, signified the new role of women in the workforce  -- resplendent & beautiful in her red bandana and red lipstick, wearing that determined expression while flexing her bicep and declaring:  "We Can Do It!"  

This little guy reminds us of Inkee-Bear. He's always alone. We don't know if he has a home but our hooman says he looks well-cared for. The other day, he tree'd the neighbor's big boy cat. For how long?  For hours on end.  The big boy cat started shaking, he looked like he was going to fall out of the tree. The little black cat put the fear of you-know-what in him. Our hooman felt sorry for the big cat so she walked out to the yard. The little black cat split & the big guy was able to come down.  A genuine scaredy cat that big one is.

This is the neighbor's cat -- the dummy brother. Don't be showin your whiskers in my backyard. Where's your cute sister, dude? If you two aren't careful, you'll get eaten by a coyote. Where is that humungous white bunny that our hooman says is your sibling.  He escapes from your yard. We watch you guys chase each other.  I didn't know that bunnies can jump walls & run so fast.  Faster than a cat. Faster than you. How embarrassing.

This patrol duty is a stressful job. But somebody's gotta do it. Best be me. I'm scannin the back yard for those pesky neighbor cats. Well, one is pretty cute. The girl one. She and her brother are look alikes. Then there's the third cat - a black cat - he looks like a mini-Inkee-Bear. We don't know if he has a home. He just sits at the end of our yard, near the wall and stares at our house. Then he disappears. Once he walked up to our front screen - the front door was open. Can you believe that? Some cats really have nerve!

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. Gracee starts hissing, screeching & jumping up and down when she sees them. Then we all get in a dander, so to speak.

I want to send a meow-out or a shout-out as in human terms, to all the black felines out there on this, our day -- Black Cat Appreciation Day --celebrated on Saturday, August 17. We are mysterious, we are loveable, we are special.  So, please celebrate our day your way. Maybe adopt a black cat? A senior black cat? Or a black kitten. Either or both would be totally cool.   

Hey & Hi to all you fine black fella & gal felines out there!  Tomorrow, Saturday August 17, is your/our day. They call it Black Cat Appreciation Day. Did you know there are more black guy than gal cats? It's true.  Another did you know question. The Cat Fanciers' Association says there are how many breeds that list the color black as an option?  Answer:  22 that's twenty-two.  Yep, you heard it here. 

Thank goodness we’re indoor-only cats. How will we celebrate International Cat Day on August 8?  The usual way. With the air conditioner cranked up to make the triple digit heat bearable. 

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. 

International Cat Day? On August 8?  We’ll celebrate? Like with treats? Like with no disgusting siblings around?  Yes?  Maybe? Would be a perfect day. Now to make it happen. Hsss. 

Look at me!  It's me showing you my daily upside-down-back-scootin scratchpost acrobatics.  My siblings can't do this but I can.  Be sure & click on the title if you can't see this video. Does your cat do this?  Let us know.  

This is probably the only time in my whole, entire life that I'll say Inkee-Bear is right.  Upside down is a good way to look at things.  I don't do it as much as he does.  What is even more fun than upside-down-lookin' is upside-down-scootin.'  I'm the best upside down, back-scootin' cat in this house -- probably in this neighborhood -- probably in this town!  I'll show you how in my video "Upside-Down-Back-Scootin' Scratch Post Acrobatics."   If you can't see the video, click on the title.