Phyllis and the Aliens are now playing in the http://kittymeadow.com
Hope you enjoy our new home
Happy Birthday, Dear Wylla!
6 years ago
Sunday, September 20, 2009
New blog official
Ok gang! For those of you with bookmarks to this page, time for an update!
Phyllis and the Aliens are now playing in the http://kittymeadow.com
Hope you enjoy our new home
Phyllis and the Aliens are now playing in the http://kittymeadow.com
Hope you enjoy our new home
Friday, September 11, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
RoverLee & Phyllis "Shozing each Udder"
This is a sweet little video I just shot of Phyllis and Rosalie grooming like they LOVE to do! Phyllis doing all the work of course!
DOES ANYBODY WANT A TREET? or My cat voice is getting out of hand!
One of the best things about my life is the time I spend alone with my kitties. Like any four friends we have developed a special style of communicating. They sound pretty much how you would expect. Some chirps, purrs, meows and all completely adorable. On the other hand I use my "cat voice". It is loud and high pitched. If that weren't enough most statements end with "MEOW, MEOWMEOWMEOW". For instance I might say when I find Roverlee eating something she shouldn't " NOW THAT'S NOT WHAT A GOOD KITTY DOES, RUBBER BANDS ARE YUCKY!!! M,MMM! (Shorthand for you know what)
While here in the house no big deal. They really do respond to it. Most mornings I open up my "beauty parlor" and give them a chance to face the day freshly coiffed. When done my "cat voice" doles out the rewards. DOES ANYONE WANT A TREET!!!! WHERE ARE THEY? ARE THEY IN HERE? M, MMM? (Picture me pointing to the cabinet where they are stored. Cats swarming, pandemonium without the pandas.) YOU ARE RIGHT!!! M, MMM! Phyllis crunches as she eats her hard treats. The Sisters munch quietly on soft treats. What could go wrong?
Sooner or later I must leave the confines of The Little Blue House. Fact is my "cat voice" comes with me. If I encounter a cute baby I inevitably stop and remark OH, LOOK AT YOU, M, MMM! YOU SMELL A LITTLE FUNNY BUT YOU ARE SO CUTE, M, MMM!
This can be awkward. Not nearly as difficult as my encounters with dogs. Almost always dogs smell better than babies. Problem is the owners of dogs are more sensitive than the owners of babies when it comes to how you address them. Small dogs present the biggest dilemma. The first M,MMM and the owner feels insulted. I am NOT calling your dog a cat. As if! It's just that I don't have a "dog voice". My "cat voice" has to cover all cute things. If I knew a way to make dogs smell a little worse while making their owners a little less sensitive that would be ideal. I'LL KEEP YOU POSTED! M, MMM!
While here in the house no big deal. They really do respond to it. Most mornings I open up my "beauty parlor" and give them a chance to face the day freshly coiffed. When done my "cat voice" doles out the rewards. DOES ANYONE WANT A TREET!!!! WHERE ARE THEY? ARE THEY IN HERE? M, MMM? (Picture me pointing to the cabinet where they are stored. Cats swarming, pandemonium without the pandas.) YOU ARE RIGHT!!! M, MMM! Phyllis crunches as she eats her hard treats. The Sisters munch quietly on soft treats. What could go wrong?
Sooner or later I must leave the confines of The Little Blue House. Fact is my "cat voice" comes with me. If I encounter a cute baby I inevitably stop and remark OH, LOOK AT YOU, M, MMM! YOU SMELL A LITTLE FUNNY BUT YOU ARE SO CUTE, M, MMM!
This can be awkward. Not nearly as difficult as my encounters with dogs. Almost always dogs smell better than babies. Problem is the owners of dogs are more sensitive than the owners of babies when it comes to how you address them. Small dogs present the biggest dilemma. The first M,MMM and the owner feels insulted. I am NOT calling your dog a cat. As if! It's just that I don't have a "dog voice". My "cat voice" has to cover all cute things. If I knew a way to make dogs smell a little worse while making their owners a little less sensitive that would be ideal. I'LL KEEP YOU POSTED! M, MMM!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Baby Whiskers Napping on a Sunday Morning
Matt put a white slip cover on the "kitty couch" in their bedroom and they just LOVE their "new" couch!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Ms. Phyllis in her sock basket... without Socls!!!!
She's such a doll. Anything that changes she wants a part of... even if it's an empty basket of socks.
Monday, August 3, 2009
How Hot Was It?
It was so hot that I gave the kitties new names to "celebrate" the heat wave. See if you can guess who's who! Spicy Southwestern Chipotle is a special kitten to me. I also love Lemon and Rosemary. I can't forget Garlic and Herb either! Funny names for sure. After sweltering for days I was calling the ladies "my three rotisserie chickens!". It seemed only natural to find a "flavor" to match their personalities!
They really didn't let the heat get to them. I was only worried when the power went out. A lightning strike was the cause according to my emergency radio. As the temperature rose I activated my Plan K. Before I had kittens it was called plain old Plan B. That plan just didn't anticipate feline needs well enough. So it was back to the drawing board and Plan K was hatched. I would scoop up all the ladies and whisk them to my air-conditioned car! Or die trying since they tend to resist both scooping and whisking. As luck would have it the fans and A/C roared back to life and Plan K was put back on the shelf. No scooping or whisking on this day-but a valuable drill like this keeps me sharp.
SPOILER ALERT: I AM GIVING THE ROTISSERIE CHICKEN ANSWERS! IF YOU WANT TO GUESS STOP NOW AND WRITE DOWN YOUR ANSWERS! GOOD LUCK!
Spicy Southwestern Chipotle is.....
Our own little senorita-ROVERLEE!
Lemon and Rosemary is..........
My little kitchen helper-PHYLLIS!
Garlic and Herb must be..........
The main dish herself-RENATTA!
Kitty Kisses to All Who Played!
Spicy Southwestern Chipotle is...........
They really didn't let the heat get to them. I was only worried when the power went out. A lightning strike was the cause according to my emergency radio. As the temperature rose I activated my Plan K. Before I had kittens it was called plain old Plan B. That plan just didn't anticipate feline needs well enough. So it was back to the drawing board and Plan K was hatched. I would scoop up all the ladies and whisk them to my air-conditioned car! Or die trying since they tend to resist both scooping and whisking. As luck would have it the fans and A/C roared back to life and Plan K was put back on the shelf. No scooping or whisking on this day-but a valuable drill like this keeps me sharp.
SPOILER ALERT: I AM GIVING THE ROTISSERIE CHICKEN ANSWERS! IF YOU WANT TO GUESS STOP NOW AND WRITE DOWN YOUR ANSWERS! GOOD LUCK!
Spicy Southwestern Chipotle is.....
Our own little senorita-ROVERLEE!
Lemon and Rosemary is..........
My little kitchen helper-PHYLLIS!
Garlic and Herb must be..........
The main dish herself-RENATTA!
Kitty Kisses to All Who Played!
Spicy Southwestern Chipotle is...........
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Beat the Heat...
I'm not sure how many of you have heard, but the Seattle area has had record breaking heat over the past week or so and it has been MISERABLE! Last Monday: 92, Tuesday: 95, Wednesday: 105, Thursday: 94, Friday: 89. Expecting a break today of ONLY 87!
Last Sunday Matt surprised me and told me we were going to Sears and buying an Air Conditioner... for the kitties! I was SO excited knowing very well that when the kitties got something like A/C I would be able to also benefit! :)
Well, they really weren't very impressed by A/C. As a matter of fact, it made too much noise and they preferred to stay in the kitchen where it was still 95 as opposed to coming into the living room where it was merely 83! After the first couple days they did discover the trade-off between noise and comfort and did finally move into the much more agreeable living room temps.
Now, the A/C unit is affectionately referred to as MBB (Marvin's Big Brother, as you might recall, Marvin is the automatic poop box we bought that terrified them also).
Last Sunday Matt surprised me and told me we were going to Sears and buying an Air Conditioner... for the kitties! I was SO excited knowing very well that when the kitties got something like A/C I would be able to also benefit! :)
Well, they really weren't very impressed by A/C. As a matter of fact, it made too much noise and they preferred to stay in the kitchen where it was still 95 as opposed to coming into the living room where it was merely 83! After the first couple days they did discover the trade-off between noise and comfort and did finally move into the much more agreeable living room temps.
Now, the A/C unit is affectionately referred to as MBB (Marvin's Big Brother, as you might recall, Marvin is the automatic poop box we bought that terrified them also).
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Guest kitty from Maine!
Matt and I are on vacation in Maine ("Downeast Maine" in Machiasport) visiting my family. Well, Mom & Dad's kitty, "Scooter" is such a loverboy!!! He lets me hold him and love on him, but he doesn't ever let anyone else ever hold him! He's such a doll!
We accidentally locked him in my bedroom yesterday and when I went in he was trapped behind the blinds of the window and was just there tapping on the blinds trying to get his attention.
We accidentally locked him in my bedroom yesterday and when I went in he was trapped behind the blinds of the window and was just there tapping on the blinds trying to get his attention.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Introducing... our new puppy!
Well, we've been putting off the inevitable... getting a puppy! Y'all might be surprised that we named the new puppy a similar name to one of our kitties. Our new puppy's name: Roverlee!
Wanna see a picture? Here she is!
Ok, so you might be a little confused. Ms. Roverlee has gone through a species change. We're pretty sure she's mostly puppy! She sort of makes puppy whining, barking type noises and eats until she can't stand... just like a real puppy!
We've always understood that Roverlee was different, but we really love here. We're very accepting of diversity in our household!
Welcome Roverlee!!!
Wanna see a picture? Here she is!
Ok, so you might be a little confused. Ms. Roverlee has gone through a species change. We're pretty sure she's mostly puppy! She sort of makes puppy whining, barking type noises and eats until she can't stand... just like a real puppy!
We've always understood that Roverlee was different, but we really love here. We're very accepting of diversity in our household!
Welcome Roverlee!!!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Meet "Marvin the Martian"...
I decided to surprise Matt with a gift to alleviate his anxiety of going on vacation to Maine and leaving the Kitties at home with "standard" litter boxes.
So, I bought him (and the girls) the "Litter-Robot".
We were VERY nervous after setting it up because the girls REFUSED to go near it! It was like... well... like a MARTIAN had come into the house! Granted, it does look like something out of a science fiction movie!
For three days we let it sit in the "kitty room" (yes, they have their own room, with their own couch, toys, and all the fixins) with no litter. We were sure this would allow them to explore it and sniff around and get used to it. So, on day 4 Matt put the litter in and plugged the Litter-Robot in. They didn't touch it all day long. Instead, at midnight I heard, in my sleep, a faint "beep" and then a minute or so later, the very whisper of the Litter-Robot's motor turning it's first "official" cycle of joy.
Well, it was less than a cycle of joy for the girls! Within seconds of the "very whisper" turned into scrambling for lives! Crashing! Banging! Fur was flying! Apparently, the Litter-Robot's subtle sounds were WAY too much for the kitties!
I should have known better. I should have known NOT to plug it in until they were used to actually using it. My bad. So now we are trying to reaclaimate the poor kitties to their new enemy, "Marvin the Martian" as he has become known thanks to Matt's creative wit.
So, I bought him (and the girls) the "Litter-Robot".
We were VERY nervous after setting it up because the girls REFUSED to go near it! It was like... well... like a MARTIAN had come into the house! Granted, it does look like something out of a science fiction movie!
For three days we let it sit in the "kitty room" (yes, they have their own room, with their own couch, toys, and all the fixins) with no litter. We were sure this would allow them to explore it and sniff around and get used to it. So, on day 4 Matt put the litter in and plugged the Litter-Robot in. They didn't touch it all day long. Instead, at midnight I heard, in my sleep, a faint "beep" and then a minute or so later, the very whisper of the Litter-Robot's motor turning it's first "official" cycle of joy.
Well, it was less than a cycle of joy for the girls! Within seconds of the "very whisper" turned into scrambling for lives! Crashing! Banging! Fur was flying! Apparently, the Litter-Robot's subtle sounds were WAY too much for the kitties!
I should have known better. I should have known NOT to plug it in until they were used to actually using it. My bad. So now we are trying to reaclaimate the poor kitties to their new enemy, "Marvin the Martian" as he has become known thanks to Matt's creative wit.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
The little ones celebrate a YEAR!
Addiction aside (read previous post for details), these little ones turned a year old recently! They haven't been in our home for a year yet, but that's coming up soon!
Let's take a look at some of their photo history! FUN!
How time flies!
Thank you all for sharing the past months with us. We LOVE our kitty family and so grateful to share it with you!
Let's take a look at some of their photo history! FUN!
How time flies!
Thank you all for sharing the past months with us. We LOVE our kitty family and so grateful to share it with you!
Please define an addiction...
I'm SO sorry for being such a bad, bad kitty blogger. I hate it when people say, "I was going to call, but I've been SO busy" and of course you have to so, "Oh, I know, me too!" So, I won't say that. What I will say is that I've developed a new addiction! Good news, eh? (from Maine, so sometimes the "near-Canadian" in me comes through with "eh")
"So, Richard, what's your new addiction? Is it burning illegal software? Is it drinking even MORE than you ever did? Please tell us it's a fun drug!" Well, I heard your questions and I'm hear to say... it's Twitter, or "Micro-Blogging" as some refer to it. I'm astounded by it. I'm entranced by it. It follows me around and I love it. It's there when I get up, it's there when I go to bed.... it's just great!
As with most addictions you quickly realize what's going on, yet it's too fun or enticing to stop or even publicly acknowledge you have a problem (don't ask me why I'd know that or where I learned it). And like most addictions you KNOW there are draw backs, but there are SO many positives to keep you going!
Let's compare to something I know most of you experience, alcohol addiction (if you read a lot about kittens... and you do... then you likely drink lots of wine in the evenings by yourself or while your husband is locked up in the garage on some stupid project). So, with your alcohol addiction perhaps you always seem to end up at your favorite bar because all your "friends" are there (none of whom you know the last name of).
This problem is very similar to one of my Twitter "symptoms". I know "twit", not people! Although I'm "TOTALLY SURE" I feel like I really know them! Actually, I still stick by that story! I really do feel like I'm developing real personal relationships with my followers. I interact with them. I know they listen when I need to, I trust their opinions for fun trivia (any of this sound familiar, like your bar friends???).
So, the draw backs to your alcohol... that husband in the garage? The one "working on the project in the garage" doesn't exist any more because you spent more time with your bar friends than with him. He used to exist. But he just never understood your relationship with those bar friends. (I pray this is an inaccurate portrayal of your addiction, but if it does please forgive me)
Any idea how this could be similar to my Twitter addiction? It's always running in the background. There's always a conversation going on... that conversation might be going on for several days in VERY short spurts. Anyway, so these aren't even personal conversations, these can actually be considered professional in nature!
So, anyway, you can picture how bad it can be. I'm an addict! Just admitting it won't keep me from doing it, but it is the first step to adapting to ways of working around the perceived "bad things" and enhancing the "positives". Help me!!!
Another entry coming VERY SOON! And it will be about kitties!
(If you're on Twitter and/or would like to see what I discuss follow me at http://twitter.com/LegalAdmin)
"So, Richard, what's your new addiction? Is it burning illegal software? Is it drinking even MORE than you ever did? Please tell us it's a fun drug!" Well, I heard your questions and I'm hear to say... it's Twitter, or "Micro-Blogging" as some refer to it. I'm astounded by it. I'm entranced by it. It follows me around and I love it. It's there when I get up, it's there when I go to bed.... it's just great!
As with most addictions you quickly realize what's going on, yet it's too fun or enticing to stop or even publicly acknowledge you have a problem (don't ask me why I'd know that or where I learned it). And like most addictions you KNOW there are draw backs, but there are SO many positives to keep you going!
Let's compare to something I know most of you experience, alcohol addiction (if you read a lot about kittens... and you do... then you likely drink lots of wine in the evenings by yourself or while your husband is locked up in the garage on some stupid project). So, with your alcohol addiction perhaps you always seem to end up at your favorite bar because all your "friends" are there (none of whom you know the last name of).
This problem is very similar to one of my Twitter "symptoms". I know "twit", not people! Although I'm "TOTALLY SURE" I feel like I really know them! Actually, I still stick by that story! I really do feel like I'm developing real personal relationships with my followers. I interact with them. I know they listen when I need to, I trust their opinions for fun trivia (any of this sound familiar, like your bar friends???).
So, the draw backs to your alcohol... that husband in the garage? The one "working on the project in the garage" doesn't exist any more because you spent more time with your bar friends than with him. He used to exist. But he just never understood your relationship with those bar friends. (I pray this is an inaccurate portrayal of your addiction, but if it does please forgive me)
Any idea how this could be similar to my Twitter addiction? It's always running in the background. There's always a conversation going on... that conversation might be going on for several days in VERY short spurts. Anyway, so these aren't even personal conversations, these can actually be considered professional in nature!
So, anyway, you can picture how bad it can be. I'm an addict! Just admitting it won't keep me from doing it, but it is the first step to adapting to ways of working around the perceived "bad things" and enhancing the "positives". Help me!!!
Another entry coming VERY SOON! And it will be about kitties!
(If you're on Twitter and/or would like to see what I discuss follow me at http://twitter.com/LegalAdmin)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Silly String!
Matt decided a little string fun was in order after I got home from work tonight. And BOY were the girls happy! Poor Rosie had a hard time keeping up!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Someone has a new nickname!!
Because of her adorable little white boots, Matt has started calling her "Sweet Knuckles". :)It's SO cute to hear him say it!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Kitty Kisses... a la francaise
I was awaken this morning by Matt dry spitting and saying, "Oh GOD Phyllis! Eww! Ewww!"
When I asked what was going on Matt said, "Well, I always ask Phyllis for a kitty kiss in the morning and usually she runs up to me and touches her wet little nose on my chin. Well, she just slipped me some tongue and it GROSSES me out! Yuk!"
I was laughing SO hard. But I managed to go right back to sleep.
When I asked what was going on Matt said, "Well, I always ask Phyllis for a kitty kiss in the morning and usually she runs up to me and touches her wet little nose on my chin. Well, she just slipped me some tongue and it GROSSES me out! Yuk!"
I was laughing SO hard. But I managed to go right back to sleep.
Monday, April 13, 2009
New Flash - Better Photos?
Hi All! I'm thrilled to let you all know that I just bought a flash for my camera! So, not only do we have a new camera, but now we also have some great lighting!
Enjoy!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Austin & Kinsey come for a visit
Please note there are no kitties in these photos! :) Smart kitties. I warned them that little animals were coming to visit.
Kitties hit Twitter!
Hey gang! Just in case you've missed us lately, one of the biggest reasons is my new obsession with Twitter. It's completely captivated me! I love how instant it is and that I ONLY have to type 140 characters or less, but yet, I can post pictures!
So, the girls get a little Twitter action sometimes too!
If you're on twitter and would like to chase us around there too feel free to follow @LegalAdmin (that's me!)
Here's one of the photos I took with my BlackBerry this morning and "Tweeted" about.
So, the girls get a little Twitter action sometimes too!
If you're on twitter and would like to chase us around there too feel free to follow @LegalAdmin (that's me!)
Here's one of the photos I took with my BlackBerry this morning and "Tweeted" about.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
i can has cheezburger
I found out a few days ago that one of my lawyers (I work at a law firm) went to college and is friends with one of the founders of "i can has cheezburger"!! WHO KNEW!?!?
Well, on top of that I've been a bit obsessed lately with Twitter (micro-bloggin) (follow me at http://twitter.com/LegalAdmin). By becoming involved in Twitter you end up getting invitations to "tweetups" (Twitter Meetups). Well, last Thursday I went to a tweetup hosted by Mr. Chris Pirillow (CNN.com Tech Expert) and ran into Scott Porad (Cheif Technology Officer of "i can has cheezburger"). I was so excited!
One of the ladies who was talking with Scott and me asked him, "So, do you ever get sick of LOLcat talk?" Scott's very funny response was, "Well, I'm not a big user of 'LOL' unless I am actually laughing! So, I like it, but have to feel it's sincere."
Thanks Scott! Great meeting you!
Well, on top of that I've been a bit obsessed lately with Twitter (micro-bloggin) (follow me at http://twitter.com/LegalAdmin). By becoming involved in Twitter you end up getting invitations to "tweetups" (Twitter Meetups). Well, last Thursday I went to a tweetup hosted by Mr. Chris Pirillow (CNN.com Tech Expert) and ran into Scott Porad (Cheif Technology Officer of "i can has cheezburger"). I was so excited!
One of the ladies who was talking with Scott and me asked him, "So, do you ever get sick of LOLcat talk?" Scott's very funny response was, "Well, I'm not a big user of 'LOL' unless I am actually laughing! So, I like it, but have to feel it's sincere."
Thanks Scott! Great meeting you!
It's so purdy outside!!
Ms. Rosalie spent most of the day sitting in front of our sunny windows. All three of the girls were SO happy about the great weather yesterday. 55 degrees here at our house (on the outside).
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Adventures in Cat Sitting or I've Grown Accustomed to your Fur
Hi-
At the beginning of my foray into blogging I let you know that I cared little for felines. In point of fact I never wanted cats at all. As I mentioned though I agreed to help a friend in need by minding a cat while she found more feline friendly living arrangements. That's when I met Tumbleweeds. She was dropped off with more luggage than I would take on a weeks vacation and a poop box. Her owner was at the point of tears and I was thinking "Oh, for the love of Pete! It's just a cat!" That was most likely the moment that my father and St. Francis chuckled softly, shook their heads and decided I needed to be taught a lesson.
You see I had deep wounds left over from the turmoil of my childhood. Only I had yet to see it that way. Most people around me did though. It wasn't hard. I was quick tempered and confrontational. I refused to reform my drinking and fist-fighting because it seemed to be who I was. My identity was at stake and after all I had survived by fighting. I just couldn't stop. At the slightest irritation my temper would flare and then the yelling would start.
The first afternoon with Tumbleweeds was going along great. She explored and acclimated and I went about my business. This is great I was thinking. She does her thing and I do mine. Then it happened. A friend was with me and we were at odds over something. I yelled at the top of my lungs. That cat immediately ran for cover and did not come out for a long time. No amount of coaxing would bring her out and it was obvious she was terrified. Something broke deep down inside me. I knew how she felt. I had been that scared and been forced to hide. Not only was I sorry for what I had done but I also felt deep sorrow for being blind to the effects my behavior was having on others. I knew then that a change had to happen in me.
I apologized to Tumbleweeds and stopped trying to coax her out. She needed time to regain her sense of safety and I respected that. I asked St. Francis for guidance and forgiveness. Eventually Tumbleweeds made her way out and I never raised my voice in her presence again.
At the beginning of my foray into blogging I let you know that I cared little for felines. In point of fact I never wanted cats at all. As I mentioned though I agreed to help a friend in need by minding a cat while she found more feline friendly living arrangements. That's when I met Tumbleweeds. She was dropped off with more luggage than I would take on a weeks vacation and a poop box. Her owner was at the point of tears and I was thinking "Oh, for the love of Pete! It's just a cat!" That was most likely the moment that my father and St. Francis chuckled softly, shook their heads and decided I needed to be taught a lesson.
You see I had deep wounds left over from the turmoil of my childhood. Only I had yet to see it that way. Most people around me did though. It wasn't hard. I was quick tempered and confrontational. I refused to reform my drinking and fist-fighting because it seemed to be who I was. My identity was at stake and after all I had survived by fighting. I just couldn't stop. At the slightest irritation my temper would flare and then the yelling would start.
The first afternoon with Tumbleweeds was going along great. She explored and acclimated and I went about my business. This is great I was thinking. She does her thing and I do mine. Then it happened. A friend was with me and we were at odds over something. I yelled at the top of my lungs. That cat immediately ran for cover and did not come out for a long time. No amount of coaxing would bring her out and it was obvious she was terrified. Something broke deep down inside me. I knew how she felt. I had been that scared and been forced to hide. Not only was I sorry for what I had done but I also felt deep sorrow for being blind to the effects my behavior was having on others. I knew then that a change had to happen in me.
I apologized to Tumbleweeds and stopped trying to coax her out. She needed time to regain her sense of safety and I respected that. I asked St. Francis for guidance and forgiveness. Eventually Tumbleweeds made her way out and I never raised my voice in her presence again.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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