teecup & cats

Ebay Shopping

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 13:34:00 +0000

Look who's got a new bow tie!
Can you believe the stuff costs only $0.99 (including international shipping)? Ahhh, bliss!

Fish is Overrated

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Tue, 20 Sep 2011 14:08:00 +0000

Why do all humans assume that fish is a cat's favorite morsel?

Fish is delish but we love chicken too - roast chicken, fried chicken and rich chicken soup. We are gaga over chips, crackers and cheese!

Mommy's bestfriend's aunt's cat loves those synthetic morsel that humans call "cat food"... or was it "kibble?" She sticks to a particular flavor... and as far as we know, she has never tasted real fish and has no inkling whatsoever to try other dishes than her good old "kibble."

XOXO,
Munchkin

Pigrolac

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 12:54:00 +0000

Mommy had a couple of her former office mates come over for a movie marathon last weekend. Can't say I hate them. They swooned over us cats like celebrity and took photos of us. I bet they would have begged for our signature too if we knew how to write.

My son Cookie Boy stole the show on the sole account that he was the biggest cat that they ever saw in their life time. A gabby girl Mommy calls Helen then exclaimed, "What do you feed them? Pigrolac?" Pigrolac, Jumbo, Producer are not cat food. They are what piggery owners feed the hogs.

Should we take it as a compliment? For the record, my kids and I are not obese. I swear the human guests acted like we were the luckiest pets on Earth.

XOXO,

Vanilla

Poop Disaster

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Tue, 02 Aug 2011 07:42:00 +0000

Forgive me for the lack of a better post title. Mommy was so pissed today. She found my habit of peeing on the toilet rather cute, so I thought I'd humor her by pooping on the bathroom floor.

Five minutes after the dirty deed, the whole house began to stink. The odor roused mommy from her sleep. She let out a hiss -- Yeah, she turns to a snake when she fumes. I once heard her say that she likes an anime character called Orochimaru -- and I quickly hid for quick cover as she cleaned up the mess I made.

Oh well, I guess I won't be allowed to snuggle on the bed tonight. I wonder why the Purina special sand for my box is still unopened...

XOXO
Cookie Boy

Feline Rhetoric

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Thu, 21 Jul 2011 23:03:00 +0000

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Why do cats love laundry baskets?

Furry Luggage

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 23:56:00 +0000

I love bags. They make great beds.

Eulogy for a Cat

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 02:14:00 +0000

He was buried on a Friday.

I remember that day well. The heat proved unbearable at daylight and then during my wee waking hours, the heavens cried in torrents.

I wore my mask (oh, don’t we all?) and faked a smile and laughed the loudest at the “little” mishap, but inside I bled and wept with the heavens too, for I loved and lost.

This was what I remembered of him: He was furry and soft, tenacious to his habits, graceful and cautious in his steps, at one time self-reliant, at other times affectionate and subservient.

He had a tiny pink nose and even pinker, well-groomed paws, one yellow eye and one green one, and, splattered on his fleecy-white back, one “Dalmatian dot.”

He had always been Special Cat. He knew his place in the family and played his part well: at one time the de-stress kit, at another time the clown, and still at other times the conversation piece each of us took pleasure in talking about.

He knew when to keep silent – and he did this quite often – and knew when to entertain us with his meows. He was our constant traveling companion. He made every home “home” for us. We looked forward to his warm welcomes after a long day at school or at work.

He had no hang-ups, no pretensions, no expectations… only unquestioning loyalty and unwavering faith and unconditional love.

He perpetrated no “crime” for which he was reprimanded and unforgiven: not the broken printer… not tattered books… not even shattered equipment our technocrat of a dad valued so much.

Indeed, how can one be angry at a creature that has exuded so much gentility and refinement? How can one stay angry at a creature that has brought out nothing but the best of our humaneness?

There was no rift he could not bridge, no laughter he could not evoke after an intense bout of depression, no tears he could not dry.

The five years he was with us were perhaps one of our happiest, simply because he was with us… because he was Special.

It’s been five years.

Still, I feel profound sorrow, which feeling one artist has described quite poignantly, and I quote her, “Seasons change. Life goes on. But without him, I’m done. Without him, I’m gone.”

It’s been five years.

Still, I hear no meows, no music, no sound, just something inside of me that cracked.

Baby Bunge, you are dearly missed.

Nirvana

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Sat, 02 Jul 2011 17:04:00 +0000

Heaven, I'm in heaven...

Nap Time

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 13:04:00 +0000

Won't you tuck us to bed?

Tummy Tucker

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Tue, 12 Apr 2011 21:00:00 +0000

Look, mommy!

I'm Little TUMMY Tucker today!

Good Meowning

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Mon, 11 Apr 2011 09:00:00 +0000

Good meowning, world.

Blink... Blink... Blink...

Confidence

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Sun, 10 Apr 2011 09:00:00 +0000

I feel so fulfilled that I'll treat myself to a nice, long sleep....

Our Sun Bath

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Sat, 09 Apr 2011 09:00:00 +0000

It's only 8 a.m.

Why does sunlight make us sleepy?

Fantasy...

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 09:00:00 +0000

Rapunzel or Goldilocks?

Cheesy Dreams

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Thu, 07 Apr 2011 09:00:00 +0000

Dear Cod...

We want Mommy's cheese.

Please let at least one slice fall from the table.

Nom.... Nom... Nom..

Catnapping in the Kitchen

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 09:00:00 +0000

Mommy eats so slow.

We're off to our nap.

No breakfast queue today.

Breakfast Queue

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 09:00:00 +0000

Humans call this "orderliness."

If we had our way, we don't want to wait for food.

Gone were the days when we let the best cat win.

Munchkin Bird Watching

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 23:22:00 +0000

Chirp... Chirp... Chirp...

Will you let me catch you today, birdies?

Sad, Lonely Eyes

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 03:07:00 +0000

Munchkin was born the runt of the "litter" (of 2 kittens, including Cookie Boy).
She could barely lift her body.
This photo shows the little one huddled in one corner of the room.
The poor, adorable thing...

Those Cute Kitten Days

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 09:46:00 +0000

Do you think only humans have baby pics?

This was ours taken by mommy when we were just 2 weeks old.

Munchkin and Cookie Boy

Vanilla in the Company of Toys

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 16:41:00 +0000

What are these weird furry things?

Why won't they play chase with me?

Cookie, El Guapo

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 09:00:00 +0000

I am gorgeous, am I not?
They call me pretty, handsome, portly and adorable.
Well, I couldn't agree with them more!

Cat Caught in the Act!

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 07:33:00 +0000

Can I tag along, please? There's space a plenty for a li'l kitty like me!
Bags like these are so cozy and pretty.
They're perfect for an afternoon snooze or a game of
hide and seek.

Munchkin's Secret

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Wed, 30 Mar 2011 08:00:00 +0000

Uh-oh! Is mommy there yet?

Vanilla's Split Decision

noreply@blogger.com (teecup) — Tue, 29 Mar 2011 08:00:00 +0000

Vanilla the Cat: There goes Mr. Lizard. Shall I go hunting today or not?

Vanilla the Hunter: You're a predator, for crying out loud! Get him, girl! Go!

Vanilla the Cat: But I'm stuffed (burp). Mommy gave me some tuna and cheese.

Vanilla the Hunter: Are you nuts? Get your prey. Kill! Kill! Kill!

Vanilla the Cat: Scheming is such a mental workout.

Vanilla the Hunter: Arguing with you is such a mental workout.

Vanilla the Cat: I'm exhausted (sigh). Let's get some sleep.

Vanilla the Hunter: For once, I agree with you.