Spirit

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

Our hooman's laughing at us. Yes, she is. She says that we're too big for this box, that we're makin' the box bulge, that we're goin' to be furever known as "The Bulging-Box-Boy-Buddies."  We don't care. We like to groom each other, nap together, be together.  We each sat in this box alone & we each fit.

Yes, I'm sittin' in my sibling, Gracee's box.  Do you blame me?  I'm a cat too, afterall.  Cats and boxes -- like tea & crumpets -- like lightning and thunder - like -- you get my drift.  They just go together. So here I am, doin'  the "If it Fits I Sits" meme.  And, I do -- fit & sit, that is. 

Inkee-Bear & I aren't into boxes. Gracee is. Inkee-Bear & I like our cat trees and fluffy cat beds.This cat tree is waist-high -- for a hooman that is. Auntie Rika gave us this cat tree. As you can see, catnappin' with your sibling is the best. Anyway, the best for me. Not sure about Inkee-Bear. Sometimes he gets up & goes to another spot to nap.

SPIRIT:  I was wonderin' who was purrin' their whiskers off in this bag.  What'cha doin' in there anyway?  SOPHEE:  Hiding.  I love to hide & I'm good at it.  SPIRIT: If you're going to hide & be good at it, then you need to stop purring.  We can all hear you -- your purrin's loud for cryin' out loud!