Hidey Smidey

Hello, Interpeeps! This post is being written by me, Harry, since my Human is still under my bed sucking her thumb.

First of all, I can't believe all you guys are sucked in by that ANIMAL at the Palace named Hidey. Hey, don't expect me to spell, I haven't been to school. I went to visit Hidey once and she CHASED ME. HOW RUDE. And, that tail. It is the size of a tree branch and whacks everything. She even crashed into my Human once and gave her a black eye. She's just so gauche (Hidey, not the Human)

Since I have control of the computer, I'll just tell you how it is around here.
This is MY house and the Human lives with ME. I love the computer. When Human turns it on, it says "Harry, come here." SHE thinks it says, "You've got mail." I have heard, "Harry, come here,", very plainly with my own acute hearing.

I have spots in this house that are totally mine. If Human places anything in my spot, I immediately push it to the floor.


Human collects pigs. How lame. She put this pig plate on my spot on this counter and I promptly pushed it off. That was hard work, too. It's my spot and pigs are just...animals. Ewww.






This is my favorite position. Horizontal. It rocks.






Human got me this so I could drink running water. I love running water. Expecially if I can drink it from the bathtub. It's better than a Sonic coke, although I LOVE me some ice from the Sonic. When Human turns her back, I gouge a hole in the cup to get to the ice. Heh Heh









Human sleeps with me in MY bed.



I hang pretty close to her. She gives pretty good pets when I head butt her continuously. My favorite thing nudge her when she is trying to sleep. She's so easy.

The Palace has these two characters called Katz. They are ugly and make noises that sound like...me yow. I do not speak. I think. I am superior.

Some people think I am a Katz. I am not. I'm just a short, hairy Human.

This is my sunning couch. It is totally mine.



I also have two other viewing spots in front of windows. Our neighbors are pretty boring, but some have ANIMALS that I have to keep an eye on.





I occasionally dash out the door just to get the Human up and running. I wouldn't dream of staying out there. It's HOT. She chases me like I might run away or something. She's delusional. I just like messin' wit her.

I hate it when she turns into Beachy Mimi. Off she goes and leaves me here by myself. Other Humans come in from time to time to check on me but they don't know my hiding places. I'm shy. Go away.

Speaking of delusional, remember that story about the FROG? Like I was supposed to do something with it. I DON'T DO FROGS, MICE, LIZARDS OR ANY OTHER ANIMALS. You would think Human would have a clue by now.

I live to eat, get pets, and marvel at my beauty.
I am marvelous.
Human will be back soon.



After all, she's MY pet. Sorry I can't give you a face shot. I have to be careful, this is the internet after all.

Harry

Harry vs. THE FROG

I love Harry. I really do. Aside from the bad photography, he has a great

personality, and is the life of the party NOT. Anyway, I do love him.

I was minding my own business and I kept hearing a "thump thump" in my hallway. I just assumed that it was Harry playing with one of his many cat toys that he "bats" around with his paw.

Nope. Not. Even. Close.

It was a frog. A real, live, hopping frog. In my hallway. Coming toward me.

I'm basically not a squeamish person, but the thought of a frog in my house just totally grossed me out. I yelled for Harry. Nothing. I yelled again. Nothing. I step over the frog and go look for my 14 lb. killer cat. I found him. Hiding. Behind a door.

I pick him up and carry him to the frog location. I put him beside the frog and they just stare.

Finally the frog starts to hop and Harry jumps UP three feet. The frog continues hopping down the hall and Harry is now "slinking" or dragging his belly down the hall behind the frog, I hope in pursuit.

Nope. Not a chance.

The frog gets to the back door and I "help" him across the threshold, into the garage.

Now the frog in in the garage, out of the house, and I put Harry out there to do what cats are supposed to do when they are confronted with a small object that hops.

Nothing. I got nothing.

Harry rolled over on his back similar to the photo above so I could rub his fat tummy. Big weenie.

I put the frog outside. He can obviously take care of himself. Harry...not so much.

One of These Things Does Not Belong Here

.....and his name is Harry.

I'm Just Wild About Hairy

Wow. Peeps, your compassion and understanding just overwhelm me. Thank you so much for the prayers and encouragement. I've got until next Tuesday to get it done. I'll keep you "posted".

Today I went to pick up my main man. Let me introduce you to Hairy or rather, Harry.

Harry has been at summer visitation with Pacific for the last time. Mrs. Pacific has a dog.

Several years ago, The Princess decided I needed a companion so she talked the rest of the family into going to the animal shelter and adopting a cat for me......for Mother's Day.

I didn't name him for several days. Usually animals will "name" themselves if you watch their habits and personality.

This cat didn't disappoint. I have never seen so much fur fly as this cat released from his body the first week I had him. Fur everywhere. I vaccumed and brushed and dusted endlessly.
It didn't matter. I cleaned it up........he shed more.

I told him, "You are the hairest cat I have ever seen!", thus, he became Hairy or Harry.

Right now, Harry is very mad at me for being gone for a month and he is ignoring me. That will last until bedtime.

We tried getting Harry to stay with Discount Kitty aka Chester and Oliver. He was terrified.
Of other cats. He's twice their size.

He could totally take them down. And probably most small dogs. But, my Harry is a wimp.

Love his heart. He wants to be brave, but life in the shelter just about did him in. He felt so

violated.

I'll post more about Harry's antics another time. I just wanted you to meet him.