Ali - My sexy new friend!

There's so many people visiting me lately there's no denying my popularity now! Not that I'm planning on getting a big head or anything. Ali popped over the other day but somehow they didn't get a photo of me with her then. I can't tell you how hard it is to get reliable help. I think I might have been out back dining on mouse anyway.

Ali is wearing a bridal dress but I should probably clear up right away that we aren't getting married. A person can't marry a cat! Besides, I spend all my time worrying about me. I don't think she got married here because there wasn't a minister or some official kind of person around here.

She seemed pretty happy to see me (see photo) so I hope she comes around more often. Maybe she won't wait until she's about to go before giving me some hug! It's not like I'm hard to find. If I'm not sleeping on the owner's pillow, I'm probably on patrol in the backyard which is my major responsibility around here.

I GOT STUCK GOOD! RIGHT IN THE JUGULAR!!

It was a perfectly good Saturday morning. Not that I make a habit of keeping track of days. I'm just trying to be complete. I don't mean Anyways, I come in from my morning prowl/patrol and am swept up by my owner (the big one), which is fine since he always rubs my head with his face (it sounds disgusting but it feels good), and then get the shock of the week. I'm immediately tossed into this PPU (portable prison unit in case you haven't been reading my blog). Well I can tell you one thing - it's never good news to be tossed into one of those. Next think I know we're in the car and I have a feeling he's about to deliver me to the cat doctor. It's not like I've been sick either. They keep me pumped up on so much steroids I'm pretty much invincible. Ask any dog that has made the mistake of straying into my yard!

Here's the problem with being stuck in a PPU. I get to the Canyon Crest Veterinary Hospital and this house cat comes by getting all hissy with me. I bet they don't let her out. Vets don't like letting cats go outside. I guess Vets like pussies for cats! :) If I wouldn't have been trapped in this cage I would have sunk a paw full of claws into that prissy head of hers.

So the deal is that I have to give some blood again. This is happening way too often. One of my oncologists (all board certified) have to make sure my blood is ok before they give me more cancer drugs. I'm assuming that Jennifer who is one of the vet techs here, who looks after me when my owners desert me from time to time, will be taking charge here but she's nowhere to be seen.

I've always told about what a medieval torture practice this blood letting is but nobody believed me.

Well Here's PROOF! It took two of them to get it from me. They actually poke a needle into my JUGULAR VEIN! Then they unsquirt my blood into a tube.

It's pretty sick if you ask me! The two culprits are Charlene and Claudia. That's Claudia who has me in some kind of steel grip. She clearly has experience doing this. Charlene is the one who seems awfully handy with the needle. There were a bunch of dogs in the place. I bet she likes poking needles into dogs. At least that would be funny!

You got to be pretty good with the needle to nail the jugular vein. One slip and you got blood all over! I was disappointed that Jennifer wasn't in there with me. But she was there helping us check out. There's quite a bit of paper work with important medical procedures like this. And by paper work I mean the green kind of paper (see photo). But one thing for sure, I'm worth it!

Tia: My sexy new friend!

I wasn't expecting any company today but I got a surprise when Tia showed up. She's a new face around here. That's good because we needed a new face around here. And one as pretty as hers really classes this place up!

Her and my owner spent all afternoon taking pictures. It was pretty busy in there so I avoided it as I didn't want any disruption of my napping.

I checked things out after they got done. This is when I got the squeeze (if you know what I mean) from Tia. We hit it off. Not a surprise, I know. People usually like me a lot. As far as I'm concerned she can come back anytime!

Checking out the Bride! woohoo! Tarra comes to visit me (again!)

Tarra's one of my oldest sexy friends! I mean I've known her a long time - she's not like old or anything like my one owner. She came to see me last June according to my assistant who keeps my calendar. I don't pay much attention to times and dates. Well this time Tarra is getting married! This is pretty exciting! Naturally she wanted me in her photo. Not because she was marrying me (that would be weird!), but she likes me in her photos. I think she feels it gives her images an edgy feel with me in them. I'm happy to help out naturally. It's not like I got anything else really important to do.Her and the photographer were taking lots of bridal pictures. You can see me in this first photo. I sort of popped up so I could be right there with Tarra. It was pretty fun. But I don't think the photographer liked me that much. He seemed easily annoyed. I don't think he gets along with fun people (like Tarra) and celebrities (like me) very well.

I was able to get into a second bridal portrait too! That was fun. I kinda poked my head in from the side. It's pretty obvious Tarra doesn't mind. She looks pretty in every picture of her. So do I, but the photographer seemed to lose his cool when I got into this picture. All I wanted to do was get a better look at the view (if you know what I mean!).
The photo guy yelled at me. He must be pretty religious too because he was saying quite of few religious words although I don't really think I'm a God forsaken cat. As pissy as he was, I seriously doubt that he gets any direct communications from God. He should ask WWJD? I don't think Jesus would yell at me. He seems to be big into that Salvation Army Couture <--- that's a joke! I came into the world with 9 lives and I got plenty left. Humans only get one life and assuming the photographer is a human (HA!!) he's got one life. He better watch out yelling at a cat. I'm not threatening him (technically speaking), but he better watch his P & Qs! I'm not sure what P&Qs mean exactly, but I bet the "P" stands for Pussy. That would make sense.

They kept taking more pictures. She only needed one picture of her glamorous self in that fancy wedding dress. It didn't make much sense that they had to take that many. I think it's because he's not a very good photographer. He should take lessons or something. When you're taking pictures of someone as pretty as Tarra you could probably be a pretty lame photographer! How hard can it be to take a good picture of Tarra. Point camera, push button. I think that pretty much covers all one would need to do.

So I thought if he's going to keep taking pictures, I'll poke my adorable Main Coon mug into one of these last pictures. He put some stuff on the one side so I couldn't hop in to photo like I did on the last one. But the coast was clear on the other side. So in I pop! (see photo below) This was pretty funny and I look really good too. Tarra thought this was pretty funny. So did I. The photoguy apparently doesn't have a sense of humor though since he knocked over one of those fancy light things when he tried to shoo me away. He got pretty steamed. I think he was mad that he lost his cool in front of a pretty bride like Tarra. Given the photodude's lack of humor I decided not to get into more of the photos. At the time I thought they weren't going to turn out very good anyway, but I was wrong about that. Which just proves that you don't have to be a good photographer to get a glamorous picture of Tarra. No offense to the photographer. I'm sure he's good at something (I'm a milk bowl half full kind of cat). It's not my fault he's sorta lame at taking pictures. Tarra and I hung out for a while and she scratched me under the chin and petted me for awhile. She knows all my pleasure zones! It would have been perfect if she would have sneaked me a bowl of Grilled Fancy Feast Tuna with Gravy. I still have no idea who she's going to marry in that dress. Nobody deserves to be that lucky!

Tarra Terrorism: The Shocking Story Revealed!

It was a pretty fun weekend with Tarra and Dave staying over. It was pretty much okay that they were staying in the spare bedroom where I usually go to get away from it all. I like sleeping on all the pillows. The first night they closed the door. I'm not used to closed doors around this place. And closed doors usually magically open when I want to go through them. I wanted to find out what was going on in the room so naturally I scratched the door. That usually does the trick. I guess Tarra's not used to cats because she thought it was a mouse in the closet! That was a first! But she got over that and couldn't get enough squeeze time in with me. She gives good squeeze too!
As the Huskercat, I'm always happy to see fans wear their Husker clothes. Let's face it, Husker clothes wearers deserves a little extra respect. So I was dismayed when the backyard surveillance camera caught THIS picture! Some group of Tarra-terrorists got together and tossed my friend into the swimming pool! She was obviously caught off guard by this low rent, juvenile behavior! Humans sure look goofy when they get tossed into the pool. I guess it is kind of funny.
Getting thrown in the pool is a cat's worst nightmare! I don't mind chasing mice and lizards into the pool so they can drown. Let's face it - they have it coming. It's really funny when they get sucked into the skimmer. Talk about a thrill! The way I see it I'm just helping them get to vermin heaven a little faster. But Tarra recovered in a jiffy as can be seen by her theatric finish. She's a sweetie for putting up with this kind of abuse. I'd claw someones eyes out! Who knows what she'd do if she had claws.
It's nice having so much company lately. My owners get kind of boring after awhile. I like the excitement and fast paced life of having lots of visitors who will all throw some attention my way.

Dave: It's Only Fair

Tarra got her picture taken with me which naturally made Dave feel sort of left out. I hate to see him get all mopey. So to get his spirits back up, we all thought it was best for Dave and me to get our picture taken together. He's a real photographer, not a wanna-be photographer like my owner. I'm sure he taught my owner a bunch of stuff.

It's pretty obvious that I had the desired effect - just look at the smile on Dave's mug! I think he gets down because him and my owner sure seem to make taking a picture awfully complicated. I think they should get a more simple camera or something. Maybe that way their brains wouldn't hurt so much! HA!!

More pics of ME!

More pics, more pics!!

So here's the backyard where I chase lizards and murder little birds. I got it pretty good!!They kept bothering me for more pics so to get them off my back we took these pictures. I hope everyone loves the photos of me as much as I do!!

Here I am snoozing! It's a hobby of mine. I'm always good for a big yawn.

Ok - that's all for now!!