What Does the Cat You Choose Say About Your Personality

Humans love to take silly tests. Real tests seem to fluster them to no end, but give them a silly test and they rush to complete it.

Probably the most silly of all are the so-called "personality" tests. Give me a break. Humans don't have personality. Only cats do. Besides, don't they already know what they're like? Me - ow.

Anyway, Bevie's sister sent him another one and of course there was the big rush to complete it. And of course the results were exactly what Bevie wanted. Isn't that how these things are supposed to work? The humans decide what result they want and then answer accordingly. Anyway, since a lot of humans sneak into this alley I thought I would throw a test at them, just to be nice. Cats know how to do that, you know?

So, without further meows, here is the test. I have adjusted it slightly to better fit this blog. Word of warning to you humans: think carefully before answering. Your answer says a lot about you.

Question: Suppose you went to a shelter for homeless cats intent on helping one of the little darlings out. You see five cats in five kennels. The cats are as follows:

1. Orange Tabby - male


2. Bengal - male


3. Persian (white) - female


4. Norwegian Forest Cat - male


5. Russian Blue - female

Remember, think over your answer and be sure before reading what it says about you.

Here is the personality profile:

1. Orange Tabby - male means you like male Orange Tabby cats


2. Bengal - male - means you like male Bengal cats


3. Persian (white) - female - means you like white female Persian cats


4. Norwegian Forest Cat - male - means you like male Norwegian Forest Cats


5. Russian Blue - female - means you like female Russian Blue cats

I hope you learned something about yourself. [puurrrrrrrrr]
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What Do People Do When They Go Away

Did any of you other cats have this happen?

My humans all left around mid-day. Didn't get back until it was time to eat. (At least they did that. Some of my training has taken, at least.) But when they returned they had all kinds of strange smells about them. It took a bit for me to place the one, but at last I figured it out: dog.

Son virtually reeked of the smell. Spouse wasn't much better. At least with Bevie it was only hands. But there were other smells, too. Food smells. Not sure what the food was. Don't recall it ever being in my house.

Wonder where they went. Couldn't have been too great for Bevie seemed awful happy to be home.

Even so. Once again I had to punish them. Ignored them all night.

Humans. They never seem to learn, do they?
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Being in Charge is a Chore When Humans Don't Cooperate

Sometimes humans are just no fun at all. Take Bevie (please). We used to have all kinds of fun. I would come downstairs from my comfortable place on the bed and walk by to get my back scratched. Sometimes I would reach up and I would be treated to a nice, close hug while I rested on Bevie's chest. Then I would find a comfortable place in the family room and go back to sleep.

I could sneak around a corner and Bevie would play hide-and-seek. I could also count on Bevie to give scratches, hugs, and to rub heads in proper cat fashion.

Not so this week. Bevie has been most annoying. Spends the entire day making rude noises into a white piece of paper, which then gets tossed without even batting it about. I tried to. Do you know what Bevie did? Hissed at me. Hissed! Of all the things.

So I have taken to showing Bevie my back. But the silly thing doesn't even seem to notice. Just keeps making the rude noises into the white paper.

Sometiems humans are just no fun at all.
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A Cute Cat Story

I wasn't going to post this, but something about it just made me laugh and smile. Found it at this site.

Fly-strips are very sticky
An e-mail from cat Gina to tomcat Jonas.

"Boootiful !!!!!!!!" :o)))))))))

Sorry that I take the Mickey, Jonas, but we rarely see such a brush :o)

By the way, you have a partner in the suffering, and that is ME!

Some weeks ago I got stuck with my tummy to a fly- strip which had been attached to the kitchen cupboard. When I tried to get rid of the damn thing I got more and more entangled :o(

My Missus saw this and tried to help by pulling the fly-strip out of my fur - of course it did not work!

After a seemingly never ending time and plenty of the disgusting hot water the
terrible thing had disappeared out of my fur, but some of the glue wouldn't come out.

So my Missus got out the scissors, and ...do I have to say more? Absolute disgusting,
I looked like a plucked chicken. Meouw !!!

But now for the icing of the cake as they say: The girlfriend of my Missus came to visit us, and she greeted me with gusto. She loves me very much, I don't know why. Then she noticed the bare spots on my behind and asked for the reason of my disfigurement. My Missus told her about my mishap, and she wanted to show her friend another spot where some of my fur had been cut off. She lifted me up, so the friend could look under my tummy. She lifted me higher, and higher, and then it happened! She pushed me on to another fly-strip which was hanging from the ceiling, she had overlooked this one, and now I was wrapped up again! Heeeeelp !!!!!!

Once more the scissors came out and I lost my newly grown hair again.

Well, don't YOU talk about embarrassment, I presented a much worse sight.

By now I am as beautiful as ever, yeah.

All my love

--->> GINA <<--- (one of Eki's cats).
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Cat Lover, But No Slave

Took another cat quiz. This time it was What Kind of Cat Person are You? As opposed to What Kind of Cat Would You Be?

Here are my results:

You are definitely a cat lover and meet most of the tests of responsibility. but you haven't yet made a slave of yourself over your cats. That isn't all bad, you know, as you may be a better caregiver and cat parent for it.

Hmm. Not a cat's slave yet, huh? I guess that's Firestar's problem with me then.
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Firestar Would Like This Game

Here's an odd sort of game. It was used on the old 1934 Laurel and Hardy movie, "March of the Wooden Soldiers (Babes in Toyland)". Laurel, playing Stannie Dum calls the tapered wood a "peewee" and demonstrates to Hardy, playing Ollie Dee. Of course, Ollie Dee is totally incapable of doing it.

Wonder how the game got its name. Nothing about it looks like a cat. Cats don't behave like this. Maybe, when whoever started it began doing it, they had a cat which would try to chase down the tapered piece of wood and would get all tangled up trying to catch it. Firestar has done that when Son tosses stuffed cat toys across the room. He kind of "tips" in his effort to catch the things while they're still in the air.

TIP CAT

Tip cat, also called ONE-A-CAT, is an outdoor game dating back at least to the 17th Century. It was introduced to North America and elsewhere by English colonists. The game was widely popular in 19th-century Great Britain and in early 20th-century North America.

Although there are many varieties of the game, all involve a stick about 3 ft (1 m) long used as a bat, and a piece of wood (the cat) about 4 in. (10 cm) long, 1 to 2 in. (2.5 to 5 cm) thick, and tapered at the ends.

The cat is placed on the ground, struck at one end to propel it upward (tipping the cat), and then slammed with the stick as far as possible. In one version, the batter tries to round the bases, as in baseball, before the fielder retrieves the cat and throws it back to home base.

If a batter misses the cat three times or if a fielder catches it on a fly, the batter is out. Earlier versions of the game are based on guessing the distance that the cat is hit, scoring points according to the number that comes up on a four-sided cat, and running from base to base on a large circle while the cat is being retrieved. Some authorities consider tip-cat a forerunner of baseball and cricket.

How Dare They

Okay, my property has returned. Finally!

I knew something was up. They were all acting strange. (I mean, strange, even for them.) I tried to keep a keen eye on them, but they managed to give me the slip. My real clue was when they brought in other humans and showed them my food, water, and litter box.

They got up earlier than normal. Then they brought a bunch of things out of the house. Then they came in, gave me good pets, and left. I expected Bevie and Spouse to return right off. They didn't. I waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing. Finally, someone came through the front door. That was suspicious. They hardly ever use that door. But it wasn't Bevie, Spouse, or Son. It was the humans who had been here before. They were okay. They gave me food and water. The little one even raved over me and gave me gentle pets. Then they left. I was alone!

Yes, Bevie had turned on the radio. Like that was going to make me believe I had people in the house. I figured they would be home late, like that time a few weeks ago. But they didn't show up at all! They spent the night away. In the morning it was the same strange humans again. I waited all day. Nothing. In the evening, the strange humans again! And Bevie and company didn't come home again. Same thing in the morning. This time, I was in no mood for play. So when the little human wanted to play, I punched him. No claws. But they got the message and left.

Finally, late in the morning, I hear the garage door opening. The only time I hear that is when Bevie or Spouse is leaving - or arriving. They were home!

I went to the door leading to the garage and waited. Sure enough, it opened, and there was Son staring me in the face. Bevie was behind him. Finally, they had saw fit to come home. The prodigal people. Well, I turned my back and slowly walked away. Of course, Son had to catch me and hold me. Like I wanted that. But I went along with it - for awhile. I'm sure they were very stressed about being away from home so long. So I spent the first while making sure they were all right. Oh, except Spouse. It was my understanding this entire thing was Spouse's idea. So I punched Spouse in the face. No claws. Then, when Son and Spouse went upstairs to watch a show, I knew they were okay. So I punished them.

I went up and sat with my back to them. And when they tried to make up, I played feisty. They got the message. So I went downstairs. Sure enough, Bevie was at the computer. So I plopped down in plain sight and scowled. Bevie saw me, too. Even acknowleged the rightness of my actions. But I could tell Bevie was still stressed, so I gave in early and worked on comfort. It isn't always about punishment, you know. You have to take care of your property. So when Bevie went upstairs and lay down, I lay down, too. Just for a bit. To make sure Bevie was all right. I certainly didn't need the comfort.

I got my final revenge when they all went to bed. I sat outside the bedroom doors and howled. Did that for about an hour. Then I came and lay on the bed. But later, I did it again. Would have done it all night, but I need to get my rest, you know.

Hopefully, they have learned their lesson this time.

People! They just don't know how to behave.
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Taking Proper Care of Our Property

So I thought I would help Bevie out. You see, Bevie not only has big feet and a big mouth, but Bevie gets into big trouble. So I'm doing the post for the day.

I found a neat on-line cat coloring site. It links to another site with even more pictures to color.

Unfortunately, the only versions which can be downloaded are the blank templates. I didn't see how to download a picture once it had been colored. But very relaxing.

Something I think Bevie needs right now. What a pity I'm about to bite the hand that feeds me.

Hey! What can I say? It's play time!
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With God All Things Are Possible

I came across this story this morning. It's supposed to be true. Found it at this site. But whether it is true or not, it is a great story.

The Cat

Dwight Nelson recently told a true story about the pastor of his church.

He had a kitten that climbed up a tree in his backyard and then was afraid to come down. The pastor coaxed, offered warm milk, etc. The kitty would not come down. The tree was not sturdy enough to climb, so the pastor decided that if he tied a rope to his car and drove away so that the tree bent down, he could then reach up and get the kitten. He did all this, checking his progress in the car frequently, then figured if he went just a little bit further, the tree would be bent sufficiently for him to reach the kitten. But as he moved a little further forward, the rope broke. The tree went "boing!" and the kitten instantly sailed through the air - out of sight.

The pastor felt terrible. He walked all over the neighborhood asking people if they'd seen a little kitten. No. Nobody had seen a stray kitten. So he prayed, "Lord, I just commit this kitten to your keeping," and went on about his business. A few days later he was at the grocery store and met one of his church members. He happened to look into her shopping cart and was amazed to see cat food. Now this woman was a cat hater and everyone knew it, so he asked her, "Why are you buying cat food when you hate cats so much?" She replied, "You won't believe this," and told him how her little girl had been begging her for a cat, but she kept refusing. Then a few days before, the child had begged again, so the Mom finally told her little girl, "Well if God gives you a cat, I'll let you keep it?" (Can you see where this is heading?)

She told the pastor, "I watched my child go out in the yard, get on her knees, and ask God for a cat. And really, Pastor, you won't believe this, but I saw it with my own eyes. A kitten suddenly came flying out of the blue sky, with its paws outspread, and landed right in front of her." Never underestimate the Power of God and what may appear to be breaking on one end, is answering prayer on another.

http://www.mountainwings.com
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It's Go For a Walk with Your Cat Day

This gives new meaning to the phrase.


Top Cat - The most amazing videos are a click away

I can't let Firestar see this. He's always trying to get on top of my head now.
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Just How Stupid Are Humans Anyway

Humans think they're so clever, but are they? Read this and tell me what you think.

SINGLE WHITE FEMALE seeks companionship, ethnicity unimportant. I'm a very good-looking girl who LOVES to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. I'll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me. Call (real phone number) and ask for Daisy ... I'll be waiting.

Over 15,000 men called the phone number and found themselves speaking with a representative of the Atlanta Human Society about an 8-week-old white Persian cat.

Here are some other silly human advertisements. (found at site)

Illiterate? Write today for free help.

Dog for sale: eats anything and is fond of children.

Stock up and save. Limit: one.

Dinner Special -- Turkey $2.35; Chicken or Beef $2.25; Children $2.00

For sale: antique desk suitable for lady with thick legs and large drawers.

Tired of cleaning yourself. Let me do it.

Used Cars: Why go elsewhere to be cheated. Come here first.

Our bikinis are exciting. They are simply the tops.

Six men, their faces covered with red bandanas, got out of the Cherokee carrying a knife, baseball bat, billy club and rolling pin, said Davis, 20. "I knew when I saw the rolling pin that something bad was going to go down," said Davis.

Tips to Avoid Alligator Attacks: Don't swim in waters inhabited by large alligators.

People are just brillliant, aren't they?
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Buy Stock NOW!

Yeah, I know. This alley is for cats. But I thought some advertising might be in order. Here's a product we can all use.



I want mine in blue.
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Happy Rabbit Hole Day!

The Bombo Wallofrogs

The Bombo Wallofrogs arrived late in the morning with two busloads filled with bowls of orange tadpoles.

The Weefermegs were there to greet them with all appropriate song and verse, as well as a banquet of fresh Kellilags served over rice pudding.

After the banquet we went swimming at the fru fru pond and Captain Shamizka surprised us all with a rendition of Howard Goofel’s, One Time on the Island of Lupahs.

We played burble ball and horkey nets and generally continued on in amusement until evening fell and we all went to our giflefans.

I hope tomorrow is as fun. We’re supposed to go cheepahsanning in the morning and hike the trails under Themo Morpha after lunch.

Wish you were here.

From The Tales of Whimsy, by Bevie James.
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Why Are There Humans Anyway

Found another site of interest. Don't worry, Rufus, I'm not going to be revealing so much about us. This site explains why, superior as we are, we continue to keep company with humans.

Here are a few excerpts.

Why Do We Need Humans?
Our greatest philosophers have struggled with this question for centuries, but the answer is actually rather simple: THEY HAVE OPPOSABLE THUMBS - Which makes them the perfect tools for such tasks as opening doors, getting the lids off of cat food cans, changing television stations and other activities that we, despite our other obvious advantages, find difficult to do ourselves.

How And When to Get Your Human's Attention
Sitting on paper: An oldie but a goodie. If a human has paper in front of it, chances are good it's something they assume is more important than you. They will often offer you a snack to lure you away. Establish your supremacy over this wood pulp product at every opportunity. This practice also works well with computer keyboards, remote controls, car keys and small children.

Punishing Your Human Being
Sometimes, despite your best training efforts, you may have to punish your human.
we offer these subtle but nonetheless effective alternatives:

• Use the cat box during an important formal dinner.
• Stare impassively at your human while it is attempting a romantic interlude.

Bevie doesn't have formal dinners. The other is effective. Nothing like being locked out of a room to know the lesson has been learned.
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I'm Telling the World, Bevie

This is Bevie's favorite toy. Calls it Tomoko. Rrrooowwwwlllll!

Bevie is so silly. Just doesn't realize that a stuffed monkey is no compensation for a real cat.

Poor Bevie. Silly little Bevie.

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Now What's the Point of This

This is just another example of how humans try to side-step their responsibilities.

What fun is this? The whole point of a door is to have it closed so we can yowl about getting to the other side. Then our slave/peon has to get up from whatever useless thing they've occupied themselves with and attend to our needs. This just takes that away. I don't understand the point.


Well, there was no input on the Kitten of the Month, so I guess it's assigned months. I get to go first. Bevie finally finished using up the roll of film and now must get it developed. Hopefully, there are no thumbs in the way and at least one of my adorable poses was captured correctly. We'll see.

Rufus, this means you are the February Kitten of the Month. Have your slave write up something short and cute for you. Oh, and we need a picture. She can either post one on her blog (so Bevie can copy it and then post it here), or she can email it. If there is a better way, have her contact Bevie and provide the details.

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Now, Was This Necessary

Why do humans insist on trying to make us cats look silly?

How much do you wanna bet that this poor cat's peon/slave fed her/him something truly awful to get this picture?

Kind of looks like the cat picture Bevie uses. Bevie gets sick a lot, too. Maybe this is Bevie!

NOTE: Picture downloaded from free cat pictures website, here.

And They Laugh at Us

You know, humans have a lot of nerve talking about how silly they think we cats are. Do you know what I just saw? Bevie - outside - in the snow - in the wind - in the sub-zero cold - throwing snow! I bet it was because of that silly test which said Bevie was really a Snowshoe Cat.

Oh, Bevie, Bevie, Bevie, Bevie. Poor Bevie. That's not what being a Snowshoe Cat means.

Mikey. Aliera. Your humans took the test. They were Norwegian Forest Cats. Do they go out and play in the trees? What about you, Rufus? Does your slave act weird? Humans.

Fortuantely, Bevie didn't stay out long. But it was so pitiful to watch. Humans don't know how to play. No pouncing. No swatting. Just tossing snow with a large scoop. Foolish.