Monday, February 27, 2006

We're still furriends!

Hi efurryone! We've made up after the last post.

We can't stay mad at each other for long and we can't stay mad at Mom or Dad for long either.

Smeagol: Mom said she was sorry for sayin' that mean thing 'bout my nose. I showed her all of your nice comments and she feels bad. Can you see me in the picture? I 'pologize for always bein' so hard to see, but I likes to blend in wif my surroundings. Then I can surprise attack whenever I want!

In other news, I am on a diet like a bunch of you other poor kitties, and I'm STARVING. I try to tell Mom this by sittin' on the special rug that I usually sit on when I want water from my bottle, but then she just tries to give me water. I show her that's not what I want by turnin' my face away, but she still won't give me more food. To make things worse, Strider needs to either stay the weight he is or gain a little, so Mom am always makin' sure that I don't chase him away from his food before he finishes.

Strider: That's why I'm skinny (besides my exercisin') you always eat my food! We also want to tell you that we am 'cited to be on the ICC (International Catolympic Committee) with Beau and his mom and Timmy and his mom. If you have any questions, let us know, and we'll get you the information you need.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Does my nose look big?

This am a picture from when I was about 9 months old, not long after I was rescued by my beans. I'm 3 now, so my face has um... filled out a bit since then.

So has the rest of you... (heehee)

Hey, I'm a big cat, and at least Mom doesn't call me "Skinny Mini"!

That's not funny! Besides, I exercise more than you!

Okay guys, that's enough. Do I have to separate you?

Anyway... One night I was layin' wif Mom and Dad, and Mom said my nose was big. So I bit her, right then and there, on the chin. I was careful not to bite too hard, so I didn't break the skin, but it did leave a mark. How rude of her to say my nose was big. I hopes she learned her lesson!

I bite Mom's feets efurry morning when she gets out of the shower, I don't know why. I just can't help myself. Maybe it's 'cause she calls me that name...

Monday, February 20, 2006


It has been furry cold the last few days, (but not as cold as at Derby's). Mom said it was 6 degrees one night! And only a few days before, she had the window open for us to get fresh air 'cause it was so warm. Anyway, we were worried 'bout Gizmo bein' cold, so we got Dad to put more stuff outside for him so that he could stay warm. We haven't seen Stripe much, so maybe he has a home and just wanders around and visits sometimes.

Strider: Since it was so cold, I decided to keep warm by layin' on Mom while she was usin' the computer. I'm the only laptop she needs! She kept tellin' me I was makin' things difficult for her, but she didn't make me move...

Smeagol: I make the beans come get me if they wants to cuddle and I complain 'bout it so that Strider comes and tries to rescue me. He jumps up and attacks whoever's got me. Sometimes if he thinks I'm bein' too mean to the beans he attacks me, though. I don't really do anything to them, I just makes lots of noise...

Friday, February 17, 2006

It Could Be Us...

but it's not!!

These are two of Mom's kitties Who Came Before Us. The black one am Teke and the tan and white one am Peanut Butter. When Strider showed up at the window and then came to live with us, Mom thought it was kinda funny (and a little strange) that we looked so much like these guys. Even our sizes are similar. I (Smeagol) am big like Teke and Strider is smaller like Peanut Butter. It's kinda hard to tell in this picture, though. We're gonna do a post sometime about all the kitties (and woofies) Who Came Before Us, but Mom's gotta get all their pictures onto the computer for us first!

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

We missed it!!

We missed visitin' bloggies and postin' on ours for Valentine's Day 'cause Mom tooked the computer wif her...

Hey! Where are you goin' wif the computer?!

So this am how we spent our day...

We hopes effurryone had a great Valentine's Day and got lots of snuggle time! We loves all of you!!

Saturday, February 11, 2006


We've been tagged by Beau! We don't have 23 posts yet, so we'll use the last post.

Here are the rules:
1. Go into your archives.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Post the fifth sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same thing.

I was about 8" long and I loved to climb the curtains and get to the highest place possible.

We're havin' a hard time findin' kitties who haven't been tagged yet, so if you're readin' this and you haven't been tagged, you are now!

Mystery - My Story

I guess they've finally decided to let me tell my story. They made me come out from under my nice warm heat lamp for this, so I'm going to try to be quick about it.

Mom's roommate adopted me in December 1994, when I was 6 months old, and gave me to Mom as a gift. Mom and Dad knew each other then, so I was really both of theirs from the start, but I lived with Mom. I was about 8" long and I loved to climb the curtains and get to the highest place possible. My name at the time was "Mr. Iguana" because nobody knew if I was a girl or a boy. I got the name Mystery when I somehow cut my finger and had to go to the v-e-t. They figured they'd better give me a real name (duh) so they thought Mystery sounded close to what they'd been calling me and that became my name. The v-e-t told them I was a girl, but that he didn't think I would lay eggs that year because he couldn't feel any. About two weeks later, I laid 30+ eggs! Of course they didn't hatch since they weren't fertilized, but I showed that v-e-t!

I moved around with Mom and Dad to a few different apartments, none of which allowed pets, so they learned to be tricky in hiding me. Since I enjoy taking baths or showers anyway, when maintenance came in, Mom would put me in the shower. They didn't have any kitties when they lived in apartments, but at one place there was a cat that they would let in from time to time, because he was always outside in the cold (he belonged to the people across the street). They did have a fishie named Enigma that they won at a carnival. He lived to be about 7 years old and just went to the Bridge about a year ago.

When they finally got their own house they built me a nice big enclosure, which is where I spend most of my time. I go outside to bask in the sun sometimes, but I don't really like my harness. Mom and Dad are worried that I will get away, so they are going to build me a basking box.

I am about two years old in the picture. Mom better get some newer pictures of me on here because I am now about 5 feet long (mostly tail) and too big to climb the curtains! I'm starting to get a little chilly, so I'm heading back to my toasty heat lamp!!

Thursday, February 09, 2006


Gizmo is one of the kitties who hangs out on our deck. When he (she?) first started visitin' us, we weren't too happy and would hiss, growl and try to attack through the glass. Mom and Dad could always tell when he was out back 'cause we'd both stop whatever we were doin' and go runnin' to "attack". Now we are gettin' used to seein' him, and we feel kinda bad since it am cold here, but Mom and Dad feed him and have put a big crate out there with warm stuff in it for him to sleep in. He gets all close to the door, but when Mom or Dad try to open it, he runs away.

Strider: I likes to try to get Gizmo's tail through the glass, but I never catch it.
Smeagol: One day Dad said maybe Gizmo's a girl and she's visitin' us 'cause we're such studs. Mom said we aren't studs (how RUDE!) 'cause we're nootered.

We're not sure what's gonna happen when it gets warm and there's just a screen between us!

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

What we usually look like...

Smeagol: This am how we normally look, when we're not playin'. Dependin' on your monitor, you might have some trouble seein' me (Mom can barely see me on her work computer).

Strider: Don't worry 'bout me in that last picture. I flip myself upside down even without Smeagol's help. I got him back right after that, too!

Another Outdoor Kitty! Plus Strider's Story

We're just playin', Mom. Really!

Before Strider tells his story, we haves to report that there is another kitty hangin' around on our deck! The beans are callin' him/her (?) Stripe. He and Gizmo were on the deck together and they weren't fightin', so we guess he am a nice enough kitty. Maybe Gizmo's brother or sister? Mom am kind of worried that there are more, though. We'll have to let her know if we sees more of them.

Smeagol: One warm April night in 2004, I was sittin' on my favorite chair by the window when this little tan and white cat flung itself at my face! My tail grew 10 times its normal size. The beans were scared until they saw it was a kitty hangin' on the screen. Oh, wait, I was gonna let Strider tell this himself, wasn't I?

Strider: Yeah, I was out wanderin' in the woods when I saw a house with a big black kitty sittin' in a window. I thought that I would like to sit in the window myself, so I leapt at it, but there was somethin' between me and the black kitty. I dug my claws in and was hangin' there until a bean opened the front door. I ran off, but the bean had treats and I was very hungry, so I went up to her and ate some treatses. I rubbed my stink all over the bean and let her pet me, but then I ranned off again. She brought me some food 'cause I was pretty skinny and I came runnin' back. I ate some then ranned off. I teased her like that for a long time that night.

After a few days of feedin' me outside, the beans caught me and put me in a room all by myself. I was wonderin' where that other kitty was. Then they took me to this place where I got stabbed and insulted. First they said I was a girl (not that girls are bad, but I am a BOY), then they said I was prob'ly older than the beans thought I was! Why did it matter how old I was? Despite bein' treated so rudely, I was purrin' so loud that the stabby bean had to run water near me to make me stop so she could hear my heart. Everything checked out okay, I guess, 'cause when we left, I got to meet the black kitty from behind a door. When we finally met face to face (again), I hissed at him lots, even though he was much bigger than me. We called a truce after a week or two of hissin' and growlin' and then just kind of avoided each other for a while. Then we started playin' and found out how much fun it was to go tearin' through the house and up and down the steps chasin' each other.

Mom and Dad named me Strider 'cause I came wanderin' out of the woods, kinda like the ranger guy in Lord of the Rings. They did try to find out if some other bean was missin' me, but nobody ever said so, and I'm glad.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Thanks!... And Smeagol's Story

Hi effurybuddy! Thanks to you all for visitin' and the words of welcome! Special thanks to Oreo and Beau for the encouragement and puttin' the word out about our bloggie! We've been readin' lots of your bloggies for awhile but we're still learnin' how to get efurrything workin' here.

I'm goin' to tell my story first, since I was here first (well Mystery was 'dopted first, but she's downstairs right now). Mom and Dad came to the shelter on New Year's Eve 2002 'cause their kitty Smokey (more about him later) had gone to the Rainbow Bridge a few days before and they were really sad. They knew they could never replace him, but they were hopin' that they could help another kitty who needed a home. I saw them walkin' by and I could tell they were sad, so I reached through the cage at them and talked to them lots! I was only 8 months old and my name then was Peppy, which was okay (and it really fit me),but I had such big eyes and liked to creep around, so Mom and Dad decided to call me Smeagol. (Sometimes they call me Gollum, like when I go to the v-e-t!)

When we got home, I saw that Mom and Dad still had a tree inside their house! I had so much fun climbin' it, runnin' up and down the stairs and climbin' the bannister (I wouldn't let them get a picture of me doin' that, incriminatin' evidence y'know) that I knew I was home for good!
A week later they tooked me to the v-e-t to get nootered and left me overnight! Mom was afraid I'd think they were givin' me back to the shelter, but I knew they'd be back for me. (Not that I was happy about the nootering).

I had about a year and a half of peace, then Strider showed up. I'll let him tell you his story in the next post...

Sunday, February 05, 2006


We finally got Mom to help us get a bloggie. Now we just have to get her to put some pictures of us on this computer so we can show you what we looks like! We will start postin' our 'doption stories soon.