Meerkat’s Posts

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this is the fifth post in a series about what we did while mom and dad abandoned us to help aunt patty and uncle chris with the m word. our poor cousins rainbow, muse, cinnamon, toast, and bruiser (the woofie) had to endure being cooped up in rooms that moved for days and days. if you want to know what mom and dad were doing, go read their stupid blog.

we furry bambinos weren’t that eager to chow down on friday, august 1st. we were more interested in playing with aunt deb. she said that she felt so honored, like sally field when she declared “you like me! you really like me!” upon accepting her oscar. (later aunt deb realized that we bambinos are just not that into the particular type of stinky goodness that she gave us that day. panda bear “covered up” the food as if he was in the litter box as a sign of his disapproval.)

Panda Bear Covers the Leftover Food for Later

then aunt deb fed us and filled our water bowls and fountain. mom must have told aunt deb where the squirrel food is, and that panda bear is a huge flight risk when mom feeds the squirrels. because next she grabbed the outdoor critters’ food, then announced, “NO escapees, guys!” we bambinos backed off, but watched attentively as she flung copious amounts of peanuts and walnuts out the door. aunt deb said that she had to make up for not feeding them before today. she said that those squirrels looked pitiful waiting around for their usual goodies.

then aunt deb tossed a few toys around to see if she could get some indoor activity going. padre and i went for the catnip carrot. aunt deb settled into the rocker for playtime. i sat to the right of her and rolled around on my back to show off my tummy, as i have done everyday. she gave me some skritches and asked if anyone else wanted some.

panda bear parked himself in his usual spot in the dining room by the pile of toys. he looked rather bored, so aunt deb spoke to him by name, and talked in a soothing voice. he answered by giving aunt deb a “love blink”: a slow blink of his eye.

padre posted himself near the door and stood vigil for the squirrels. i said that i wanted to play with the feather toy, so we did that for a good while.

Meerkat Attacks the Red Feather Toy

i really like chasing the feather toy through the cubes, then jumping on top of the cubes and squishing them!

Meerkat Crushes a Kalahari Cube

we furry bambinos nibbled and drank before aunt deb left. she cautioned us to behave ourselves, because she somehow sensed that we had some plans for that night. after that wild party we had last time mom and dad were away, aunt deb said that she is preparing herself for anything when she comes to see us on saturday morning.

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this is the second post in a series about what we did while mom and dad abandoned us to help aunt patty and uncle chris with the m word.  our poor cousins rainbow, muse, cinnamon, toast, and bruiser (the woofie) had to endure being cooped up in rooms that moved for days and days.  if you want to know what mom and dad were doing, go read their stupid blog.

aunt deb made it over to our house by 10 am on tuesday (july 29).  padre greeted her in the front room.  panda bear was sitting under the front room window.  we bambinos had eaten all the fancy feast crunchies from one bowl, and some iams, but still had a full bowl of dry fancy feast crunchies, and plenty of water left.  aunt deb replenished everything, and gave us our stinky goodness!

after we chowed down, we played with the feather toy!  padre and i were into it, but panda bear just sat near aunt deb and groomed himself.

Padre and Meerkat Go After Red Feather Toy

aunt deb sang songs to us: a butchered version of frere jacques, a silly rhyming song that she made up about us, and a few more.  we especially enjoyed when aunt deb sang “the wheels on the bus”.  when she sang “the wipers on the bus go whoosh whoosh whoosh”, i got all excited.  i rolled around on my back on the floor next to aunt deb.  she reached out to me, and i met her finger with my paw, like ET.  awwww — so cute!

we saw a yellow and black butterfly and a squirrel.  that was fun!  aunt deb stayed about 1/2 hour and reminded us about the NO PARTIES rule before she left.  we didn’t promise anything.

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we furry bambinos are so furry delighted to be able to share stories and photos from Aunt Patty and Uncle Chris’s wedding festivities! today, i will tell you all about their wedding ceremony!

Aunt Patty and Uncle Chris got married last friday in a very large, very special church called a cathedral: St. Paul Cathedral. it is in pittsburgh, pennsylvanicat, which is where mom’s fambly lives, and where mom, Aunt Patty, and Uncle Jim grew up. This is a photo of the outside of St. Paul Cathedral:

this is a photo taken inside the church. note the beeyootiful stained glass windows:

mommy had a funny title: matron of honor. she wore a scooped neck, sleeveless, knee-length, sable (brown or taupe depending on the light) dress. the dress has a petal pink bow around the waist.

Aunt Patty was escorted down the aisle from the back of the church by Uncle Jim. midway down the aisle, Grampa joined Aunt Patty and Uncle Jim, and the three of them continued up the aisle to the altar. Jim removed Patty’s blusher veil, Jim and Grampa gave Patty kisses, and then Patty joined Uncle Chris.

this is the part where the priest says, you may now smootch you may now kiss the bride. you can see Patty’s bouquet of calla lilies very well in this photo.

this is right after the priest introduced Aunt Patty and Uncle Chris as a married couple for the first time. Patty is looking toward the camera, and you can see how very happy she looks. you can get a good view of Patty’s gown and headpiece in this photo. Patty’s gown is a deep ivory strapless a-line gown with rouching around the waist. Patty wore a matching Juliet cap with a veil that Gramma sewed on just hours before the wedding! Doesn’t Aunt Patty look just beeyootiful?

this is a photo of Gramma and Grampa with Aunt Patty in the church after the wedding ceremony was over. Gramma and Grampa look very sweet posing with their younger daughter. Aunt Patty is wearing Gramma’s borrowed pearls from her own wedding, 42 years ago!

some of the photos were taken outside the church. this is the wedding party, including mom, Patty, Chris, and Peter, the Best Man. Peter is Uncle Chris’s youngest brother.

Aunt Patty and Uncle Chris planned to walk from the church to the reception, about five city blocks away. so they got started walking. mommy said that Uncle Chris’s outfit was called “a three piece tuxedo with tails”. funny, he doesn’t look anything like panda bear or any of the other tuxedo kitties i know! where are his tails? and why would he have more than one tail?

however, it was sunny and about 90 degrees F (about 32 degrees C) on their wedding day. after they walked about a block, Uncle Chris said he was too hot, and Aunt Patty said that her feeties hurted. so they were escorted from the church to the reception in mommy and daddy’s white room that moves. mommy and daddy call it a “honda civic” (whatever that means).

ok, that’s all for now! next time, panda bear will tell you about their wedding reception! be sure to come back to see photos of the best wedding cake ever!

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well, daddy is still working on fixing our bloggy. he has to hunt down all of our photos and reloadify them. he has found most of the photos, but he is still looking for the remaining ones. and some of the settings are still messed up. hmmph! daddy has not spent every waking moment attending to the very important task of fixing our blog!  something about “working in the yard”, “planting”, “doing his radio show“, “cleaning his office”…  you see what i have to put up with here?

in other news, we have been watching “meerkat manor: the next generation” on friday nights. i sit in my official forty paws ham-mick to watch.

i went to animal planet’s web site and took the “which meerkat are you?” personality quiz.  (well, duh, i am meerkat!)  but anyway, they have a quiz that you can take to see which of the meerkats on meerkat manor you are most like.  turns out i am maybelline!  this is what it says:

When Rocket Dog clawed her way to the top of the Whiskers mob, her sister Maybelline defected and formed her own little splinter group, the Aztecs . . . right in the Whiskers’ backyard. Now Maybelline is struggling to become a leader, a mother and defeat her biggest enemy yet . . . her sister.

well, of course, i am a dominant female.  😉

there is all sorts of cool stuff on the meerkat manor web site. check out this nifty widget thingy i found there:

the meerkat manor web site is so much fun! you can play the grab a snack game, watch educational video clips, and read about past shows.  purrrrrrrs, meerkat.

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recently, we furry bambinos noticed that many kitties in the blogosphere have been hanging out in their official dorfington fish stanley qa tested forty paws ham-micks. well, we convinced mommy to order ham-micks for us!

our ham-micks arrived a week ago thursday. padre and i gave the box a good sniff.

Gotta sniff the box to see if its okay

mommy put the ham-micks together while we snoopervised. padre, panda bear, and i helped out by sorting the materials.

Meerkat checks the supplies

Materials Check for the new hammicks

panda bear also helped by taste-testing the ham-mick parts while mommy was putting them together.

Panda helps arrange the materials

padre performed a safety check to make sure that mommy put the ham-mick together right. padre rubbed his paws with gusto, while applying pressure on the fleece fabric. padre does not have front claws, so he did not scratch the fabric.

Padre tests the first hammick

then padre settled in to test its comfort level, and made sure that all the parts were securely in place.

Padre settles in on the first hammick

next, mommy assembled the pink ham-mick. padre performed the safety check on the pink ham-mick too.

Padre Breaks in the Pink Hammick

last was the blue ham-mick. panda bear decided to put this one together himself. (mommy helped.) padre and i rested.

Panda Bear assembles his own hammick

and again, padre jumped right in and gave the blue ham-mick the padre rubdown and security check.

Padre checks out the blue hammick

unless you’re skeezix, pink is a girl kitty’s color, so the pink ham-mick is mine!!!

Meerkat in her girly hammick

although, the brown ham-mick also coordinates nicely with my furs.

Meerkat tests a hammick

after all this work, we took naps in the ham-micks. the ham-micks are extremely comfortabubble! we slept well!

Full hammicks

we love love love our ham-micks! thanks dorf and efurryone at forty paws! purrrrrrss!

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it was refreshing to see that all the kitties understood what i was saying in my post on monday. for the humans who just didn’t get it, i will be kind enough to translate for you:

rooty, binky, and betty, you all were correct. i wanted advice on ways to keep my pesky brother panda bear away from me when i want to enjoy a good catnip bananer, or play with a mousie that i caught, without him butting in.  my girlfriend tammy faye recommended swinging a dead chicken over my head three times.  quasi said that he would help by bringing the dead chicken, but that i would need to bring the rope to swing it with.  victor tabbycat, max, and tybalt agreed that this plan should work. kilroy the love beastie added that putting the bitey on panda bear might help, in case panda bear decides to eat the chicken.

queen snickers expressed an interest in doing her own typing as well. she posed an important question about ways to keep the keyboard keys from sticking:

Very interesting! I trying my own too, but the keys seem to lock up on me. How do you prevent this??

i recommend checking to see if your mommy has installed the evil software “pawsense”.  basically, when installed on a computer, it will sense the different style of typing distinctive to us kitties, and then freeze up. according to the pawsense web site:

PawSense is a software utility that helps protect your computer from cats. It quickly detects and blocks cat typing, and also helps train your cat to stay off the computer keyboard.

if you are using a pc, i recommend that you uninstall the pawsense software. go to the start menu, select “settings”, then “control panel”, then “add or remove programs”. a dialog box will appear. scroll through the list to select pawsense, and then click on the “change/remove” button. all gone!

pawsense is not available for macintosh computers, so if you are using a mac, like i do for most of my blogging, then something else must be the problem.

if pawsense is not the problem, then try shifting your weight from one paw to another more frequently. try holding keys down for not quite as long. let me know how it works for you!

purrrrrrrrss and happy typing! 🙂

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Mom’s Note:  Meerkat wrote this post, all by herself!

Please direct any comments or questions to Ms. Meerkat.

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