We have an award! It’s called the Stylish Blogger Award and we have seen this on many of our kitty friends’ pages. It is so lovely and wouldn’t you know it, it matches my beee-uuu-tiful furs! Yes, this is Lucy speaking because old Sam is napping right on top of his feather wand. The award was bestowed upon us by our BFFC (that’s Best Friend Forever Cat), the lovely, the fun, the super smart, The Admiral! Admiral, we love you and thank you so much for this.
Now we must tell 7 things about ourselves and then pass the award to 7 of our kitty bloggers. We figure by doing this and everyone else following suit, the entire cat world will be recognized before the month is up. Hallelujah! It’s about time we had our chance of taking over the world.
Ok, here we go. I was shot, yes shot, and that’s how I was lucky to be rescued by Mom and be in a forever safe home. I hit the jackpot.
I am fearless beyond rationality. I think it’s probably because of what happened to me when I was little. I figure Mom will always be there to save me now. So I say jump, run, FLY through the air! I am immortal. Besides, I must do these things to entertain Sam, and here’s why…
Sam was battered by a human when he was a kitten so badly that his hips were dislocated. There is much to his story, but he is completely safe and happy now and that’s what counts. Those are his very words. But, because of his hip problems earlier, he can’t jump well at all. He needs help for anything higher than about 2 feet, and even those 2 ft aren’t the easiest for him. He hates when I tell that. He’s a mancat and that’s the way they are – full of pride.
Neither of us will eat our fuds next to a wall. I started that tradition because I need to see what’s going on around me. Sam thought I was crazy at first but then he tried it and now he’s a convert, too. Besides, we think it’s so funny to hear Mom say those crazy words when she skids through a bit of fuds that might fall out of our plates, hehe.
I am not a lap cat, no.
Sam is not a lap cat, no.
We found something better than laps to show our undying love to Mom. We wait for her to sit in a chair or on the sofa. Then we walk back and forth, back and forth over her lap just to get her attention. Then the real love comes. We get up really, really close to her face and then turn around. There it is, the 3rd Eye, the absolute expression of true love. So see, Mom? There really is a reason. We love you, Mom.
We have favorite mousies. Mine is black and white like I am and Sam’s is brown multi like he is. They are just like we like them now, broken in and chewed :
Now it is time for award passing and your time to do the same thing. The problem is, most everyone that we know already has this award, so what are we to do? Our PUDDY would have been first but we saw he already had it, too! Well, we tried. If you see that we follow you and you do not have this award, PLEASE come get it from me. Everyone deserves it for absolutely certain.
Now it is time for us to go. Mom’s got that darn flashy thing out again and we are refusing. Do you hear us, Mom? REFUSING!
Many nose kisses and head bonks from us to YOU!