Latest Recap

Hello furr-iends.  My moms have not been good about keeping you all up to date about my daily activities, so I'm here to recap all the things that have happened in the past couple weeks. 


First, my mom decided to start switching us to pine litter.  She put pine litter in two of the four litter boxes.  I have not been seen using this litter yet.  Sheba and Ty seem to like it.  I'm not sure how I feel about it yet.  I know that I like to sit right in front of the pine litter box so that Sheba and Ty can't get in it.  Mom likes the pine litter because it smells better and it's ultimately cheaper and is easier to clean.  I think she's trying to turn me into a lumberjack, and I'm not sure I'm that kind of mancat. 

My moms also put up some things on the Smudge auction, including some personalized cat soaps.  They had no idea how popular those would be.  But they were also very happy that the soaps made some money for Smudge and family.  They have been very busy putting the finishing touches on the cat soaps, and most of them should ship out this weekend.  There was such a good response, though, that moms are considering putting together an Etsy shop, and using the proceeds for Feline Rescue of Northern Nevada.  If they do end up putting together a shop, I'll be sure to let everyone know.  I think they just need to make Dreamboat soaps. 

My moms took Gram out to the Animal Ark for their Harvest Festival.  Animal Ark is a sanctuary for wild animals who are unable to fend for themselves in the wild.  There are former circus tigers, a mountain lion who had been trained for film, a half-blind peregrine falcon, and others.  At the Harvest Festvial, the staff fills up pumpkins with the animals' favorite goodies and dole them out throughout the day.  My mom got this photo of one of the mountain lions being a sunshine boy (just like me!).  He had bashed open his pumpkin and eaten the goodies, then settled in for a good old-fashioned cat nap.  That's my kind of mancat.

There was a female raccoon, too.  She looks just like my sister, Minnie.  We all think Minnie is part raccoon.  She looks like one and she makes funny sounds like one. 

There are also a few cheetahs at the Animal Ark.  My mom has always loved cheetahs.  When she was little, her paw-rents would take her to the Sacramento Zoo, and all she wanted to see was the cheetah.  Because of cheetahs, she even wanted to be a veterinarian at a zoo for a while.  So, getting to see a cheetah up close and personal was a treat for my mom.  Even though I know I am so much more handsome than a cheetah. 


And my moms are going to be going on vacation at the end of the month.  I don't like this because it means I might have to stay somewhere other than home.  And I don't know why my moms would be so excited to spend time away from me.  They are going to drive over to the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in Utah and spend some time there.  Taking care of other cats, and even dogs, of all things. 

Also, Sydney has decided that she likes my cat tree.  This has not been photo-shopped at all.  Last night, Sydney decided that she wanted to climb on up the cat tree.  Needless to say, Sheba and Minnie were more than a little surprised that the rabbit was on the cat tree. 

Please welcome Sydney Rabbit to the family

As those of you who followed me on Catster know, I lost my dear friend, Brinkley the Bunny Rabbit about a month ago. I was very depressed and expressed my emotions by attacking on the other cats. Between my moms being upset and me attacking the other cats, it was a chaotic period in our lives.

Things finally settled down, but life was not the same without the "hop, hop, hop" of a rabbit. I especially enjoyed Brinkley the Bunny Rabbit because I could sit up on a chair and lord over her. She understood that I was superior, or at least that's what I thought. Evil Step Momma Amy says that she did not understand my attempts to dominate her and that Brinkley actually saw herself as dominant. Whatever, Evil Step Momma Amy is wrong. Brinkley and I had an understanding.

Well, my moms decided it was time to bring another bun into our lives. On September 12, 2010, my moms adopted Sydney Rabbit, a 10 month old, 7.9lbs rabbit from the Nevada Humane Society. She is "seal point" which means she is a Meezer Bun. But she is no Meezer. And let me tell you, she is NO Brinkley.

Brinkley was slow moving, respected my space and dominance.

Frankly, I am not even certain what to make of Sydney. She runs at the speed of light and then she abruptly stops within a half an inch of my face and stares at me. Um hello? Personal space? I know I am not allowed to attack rabbits, so I try wave my paw at her to get her to shove off. But before I can even get a single pad off the carpet, she is off again zooming somewhere else.

And she does not let me lord over her either. No, instead she JOINED me on the sofa last night. What the cat? Rabbits belong on the floor below me. They do not belong next to me on the sofa.

I have to say, I do enjoy her efforts in thwarting my moms' attempts to keep her confined. She learned how to get out of her pen so my moms put a roof on the pen. Next morning she had the roof off. She has also broken down a couple of barricades my moms have set up.

So all in all, I think we will get along okay, just as soon as she learns to respect MY personal space.