Ah Take Mah Post

As Gabriel here, man-cat of the house, Ah know mah place.

And so, let me tale ya: Ah have a new wah of doing thangs nowadays. As soon as the ladies get ready to go to sleep? Pipi, meanin', takin' her position on our bed outsade mom's door, and mom herself gone behand the door?

Ah go downstairs and take mah post. Ah guard the place laike that, and wait for the dawn to lurk bah the window and catch awl the early action... chipmunks, rabbits amock, thangs laike that. That's what a cat-man duuz.

Let'er Eat!

Awl is well here y'awl. Ah just wanted to let 'yar awl know that now that mom's gotten me into a new kinda routine.

You see, Ah have learned that Ah'm not supposed to go over to Pipi's bowl. Sometimes Ah forget, and then Ah hear:

"Let her eat. Let her eat, please!"

Ah quickly step away and out of the keetchen.


Ah aim to please.


[Gabriel is getting way too big and I'm worried about his overall health in his later years. So I literally hang around until they both eat their portions and I have to make sure he doesn't eat hers. ]

This Way Pipi

Pipi has been rampaging all throughout the house the last few days. She's rolling and screaming, occassionally, and pretty much drivin' me nuts. Ah try to stay away but sometimes Ah just can't help it - Ah run to her and trah to dominate her, do SOMETHING anywah, not sure whaat.

Tuday, Ah figured out a new approach: Ah decided to share mah huntin' with her so Ah showed her the way to the glass door. Where Ah laike to sit and keep vigil, and stalk the "birdies", look for the "squirrel", and the chipmunks.

Up to now, Ah hadn't shared any of that with Pipi but tuday Ah deed, Ah deeed. So we both crouched low on the floor with our noses up against the glass, stalking our prey. Together.

That pretty much kept 'er quiet, ya see...

Aw Hale! She's At It Agin!

'Ello, 'dere, Gabriel here for a change. And wowiee, last naight Pipi started up agin.. Her crazy days, you know? Ah saw her right away startin' to roll awl over the steps. And I raan toward her real fast, didn't wanna mees anytin'. Ran over and smelled her real careful. Yeeep, she's ready to go off-kilter agin.

She started hissing at me while Ah tried to get control over her and awl. Ah pawed at her a leetle, tried to get her bah her neck a leetle, but she didn't laike that. So Ah retreated and watched her make a fool of herself from afar.

Mah, mah, mah - oh-mah... WHAAT is a cat-man to do??!! She rolls around beckoning to me and when Ah get to her she flips out!

[Princess is starting to into another heat cycle...]

The Right Scratching Area

There's another thing. You see, we have our own areas all over. Like in the kitchen, a while back mom had brought this rug and she wanted it one way. But we wanted it another way, I just didn't like it the other way. And so after so many times of turning it around to fit near our 'nummy-num' bowls? Mom gave up and let us keep it the way we wanted it. I figured, it's right by our stuff and so, it MUST be for us, I KNOW she must have brought it in for us.

And so, I told Googie it was okay to dig his claws all over it, I mean ... I do it too. But not to the other rug outside the kitchen. No-no. THAT rug? That's been there for a really long time and I don't think mom would be happy if she saw us digging into that rug. So we have a pact: OUR scratchy-scratch place is near our bowls and that's where it stops.

... I gotta keep that bad boy reigned in, I tell you. She yells at him about it as it is, you know?

[My kitchen area rug looks like a frekking scratching post while the runner in the dining room is intact.. thank god...]

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Other Things I Like To Do: Advanced Edition

Being the precocious-Princess here takes some work, to be sure. You see, I do get bored with the every day hum-drum routine of, say...chasing around the same old mouse toys and such. And so, not only do I like to get into mom's things in the kitchen, like unscrew the water bottle cap, or steal the sink stopper. I also go for the more complicated things.

Like, climb up and stretch myself to impossibility so I can get that other thingy, on top of the lamp. To be sure, this operation is done when I am absolutely sure mom is not around. It's a pointy-thingy, and it's calling me every time. I get it, I manage to unscrew it, and I HIDE it. Sometimes mom tries to hide it from me but I know where to find it.

And, let's not forget that I'm also capable of dismantling thingys behind those other square things [the stereo speakers].

Googie couldn't even come close to this type of ... uh, detailed type handiwork.

Copy-Cat Scale

There's this other thing now, I can tell you. You know I always follow mom around, right along with Googie. So in the morning when she gets up, I'm nearby her (well, sometimes I'm still in my own bed to be honest, still snoozing). So she goes into the small room (bathroom) and does a few different things. One of the things I see her do pretty much every morning, is she steps on this square white thing on the floor... and then there is a smaller open square right on it, with a little thingy that's moving back and forth ..oh, I'd like to pounce right on it. But I just watch instead.

Both her feet are right on this square thing, and she looks down on it -- and waits until the little thingy stops moving. Then she steps off. And that's when I step on it, it's my turn then.

I step on it and stick my paw on the little thingy, try to figure it out. Yep, I follow through after her almost every time.

[... the weight scale.. ]

I Will Overcome (the remote)

As you might have heard previously, Googie was the intended target of the 'flyin' thang' - and I got even more perturbed by it just by being nearby that time. You see, mom has a nasty habit of playing with me, trying to scare me, with this same flying thing once in a while. And then she starts laughing at me.

Well - I am not going to be laughed at. As much as my first reaction is to run? Upon catching first sight of the 'flying thing'? (TV remote control) -- I have learned to make peace with it.

I can't just be altogether banned from my favorite place, mom's 'beddie bye', just because of this damn flying thing lurking nearby me. And so, when she reaches for it? And I've just jumped on the bed? I have overcome this overriding urge of mine to jump off and run. I've put nose-to-flying-thing and I make peace with it.

.... I'm just tired of jumping up and down and in and out of bed -- especially when after the fact? I hear mom laughing!


[Princess is skittish and spastic, as usual ... she sees my hand going to the remote control while we're in bed and thinks it's gonna go flying because that's what happens downstairs in the living room if Googie scratches the carpet... But please note: no 'flyin' thang' ever actually touches them and nowhere near them... More important, she now knows "it's okay".. ]

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Three New Videos Posted in the Blog

We have three new videos... well, actually, some of them are a few weeks old. Like the 'Belly Up!' video, showing Gabriel doing the belly roll on-command. That was right about the same time he had begun his belly routine a few months ago.

We also have "A Cozy Afternoon", a few seconds worth of video of Princess up-close and personal. With a white paw on her back...

And also "Gabriel Mis-steps"... maybe you'll see why I have interpreted a Southern accent to him through this video... (chortle!)

:))

"Heere, Kitty-Kitty!"

I'm Princess here and was lounging comfortably with mom and Googie up in the 'beddie-bye'. The big noisy box was on, "the TV", and we were all happy and cozy. Until all of a sudden I begin to hear this MAN call out to me in this really suspicious manner:

"Heeeere, Kitty-Kitty-Kitty..."

I'm no fool! I quickly got up and bounced out of the room, to be safe. Mind you, I didn't run or anything... but, I did bounce briskly. I wanted nothing to do with anybody going "Heeere kitty-kitty-kitty to me.. I know what that amounts to, trust me."


["We" were watching "Alien" up in the bedroom and this was during the scene where one of the male crew is looking for the orange cat. You know, the orange cat belonging to "Ripley", Sigourney Weaver's character. And he's wandering through this wet area where the 'Alien' is lurking about as yet unseen, looking for the cat.... ]


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