After thinking things over I decided having the cats compete might not be such a good idea. We would need some kind of judge, or referee. Since
Firestar is a contestant he cannot also be a judge. And since I am the only other administrator on this blog that means I would have to fill that role.
I don't want to choose between cats.
All cats are cool! How does one choose?
So, in keeping with the human "
scardey cat" image, I'm thinking we do this the absolute easy
(and gutless) way: We pick in the order the cats arrive in the alley.
This means winning cats
(and their property) will know ahead of time which month is their month. What will be needed is a picture and a short caption of 50-words or less. Those can be submitted as a post to this blog, a link back to your blog, and/or an Email to
Firestar: (
firestarthecat@gmail.com).
If this is what we choose to do
(I will need imput from the rest of you by the end of the week), then this will be the order. Submissions would need to be ready by the 10th of the month.
Rufus,
Geoff,
Mikey,
Aliera,
Sethra,
(and the associated slaves/peons): What do you think?
OR, We could let the current five cats in the Alley pick their month.
(Submit three choices, ties will be determined by a random number generated by MS-Excel.)NOTE: Rufus, you need to get Bonnie (?) to officially become a member.
January:...FirestarFebruary:..RufusMarch:.....GeoffApril:.....MikeyMay:.......AlieraJune:......SethraJuly:......to be determinedAugust:....to be determinedSeptember:.to be determinedOctober:...to be determinedNovember:..to be determinedDecember:..to be determined
Music to Make the Cats go Wild
Tara - Nick name 'ity-bit' because she's so tiny - just over 6 pounds. She's the most skittish of all my babies and even when being petted has the 'pet me, no don't pet me' look
Amelia - Nickname 'Bratelia' since she gets into every draw, cabinet that she can put her paws in.
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“She’s got tuna. I know she’s got tuna.”
“Shut up, Sethra. Stay on mission.”
“What’s the mission? I thought the mission was to get tuna.”
“No, you stupid fluffbrain—it’s to escape and become outdoor cats, walking by ourselves, on our wild lone, waving our tails.”
“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”
“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
“You do it, Aliera. I’d rather mess with her stuff.”
“Will you GET OVER that fixation on her wristwatch?”
“I like the feel of the Velcro on my paws. Hey! That reminds me. We’ve been declawed. How are we going to survive as outdoor cats?”
“New plan coming up….”
“What’s the big deal about being outside cats? Even StalkerCat, who used to hang around and chat us up, is a house cat now and loving it. We’ve got it made—food, petting, toys, valet service for the litter box, and we get to sleep on her bed twenty hours a day. And we can stick our noses up to the window and smell anything interesting going on outside. Why ruin a perfect situation?”
“Sethra, have you no sense of adventure? No curiosity? No cattitude? We were meant to live wild and free, to stalk and slay our prey, to be mistresses of the night!”
“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!
“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”
At 8, you'd think Mikey would understand that he's a carnivore. But, no, he's rather fond of the shrubbery! At 20+ pounds, the veggie-enhanced diet is likely mitigated by a love for long naps on a warm comforter, wet cat food, begging at the table, and a nice lap to drape himself upon in the evening. And he drools when he's happy, which may or may not mean there's a Siamese ancestor lurking in the old dna.
What? Green teeth attract mice!
Who needs a wickerwork basket when you can hop on a cushion and bask?
Rufus is clearly a cat to be reckoned with.
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Firestar is a tough cat. He has to be, living in Minnesota. He takes care of his family: wife, husband and their son. This was recently proven by his daring capture of yet another mouse in the house. Foolish rodents. They never learn. When not engaged in derring do, Firestar naps, looks out the window and sleeps. Firestar was born in April of 2006.
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2 comments:
You don't want to worry about Bonnie, she's cute but not half as cute as I am.
I can let you have some pictures of me but it will put all the other cats in the shade, I warn you now. I can't come up with any words though, I usually leave that to my slave.
No Bonnie pictures? Rufus, you're a tough TOM. Very well. But don't be surprised if she pulls an end run on your some day and enters the Alley from a side path.
Slave writing is acceptable. In fact, it's probably preferred, now that I think of it. You cats have far too much to say about yourselves.
Do you mind being given February, or would you prefer to choose your month?
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