Padre’s Posts


I had a greeeaat morning last Wednesday!  First, Daddy shoved Panda Bear and Meerkat into the pink portable box and closed the gate.  Then Daddy and Mommy took them away!  I was so happy I finally had the house all to myself!

I sniffed and sniffed all around.  I went downstairs and I went upstairs.  I explored and I sniffed places I don’t normally go because Panda Bear always follows me.  I don’t want to bore you with the litany of places I explored, but let’s just say I had a great time!  And I got such deep sleep! 

But, it didn’t last long.  Mommy and Daddy came back after a while, and UNFORTUNATELY, they brought Panda Bear and Meerkat back too.  They all smelled different … in fact, they smelled like the place I went to for my war injury. 

The Kittens Come Home

I hissed and spat at them, and ran downstairs.  Of course, PANDA BEAR FOLLOWED ME!  Why can’t he just leave me alone sometimes????  Ugh, I thought I was rid of them! But now they’re back!



Sunday, when Dad came home from where ever he went this time, he sat down on the comfy sofa in the kitty feeding room. I ambled over (didn’t want to look too obvious), then climbed up on the sofa. Eventually I made my way over to where Dad was sitting, and then I curled up on his lap for some good Lap Action. Well, technically, I suppose it should be called Lap Inaction, but let’s not get all worked up over semantics.

I was in the middle of a really good snooze when Mom came over with the flashy box and snapped our photo:

Padre on David

Dad has a reallllly comfortable lap, in case you are ever over here for a visit.  I think I was making him sleepy, too.


Mom and Dad seem to be trying hard to please us. That, in and of itself, pleases me.

Take for instance, all the different varieties of stinky goodness that they brought home to see what we prefer.

Stinky Goodness Storehouse!Mostly, I just like to lick the juice off the top and then push the remaining dried up pieces to the sides of the dish, in order to make it look like I ate a lot. I don’t want them to stop buying the stuff, after all, because I really like the juice on top. I’ve got Dad fooled most of the time, but I think that Mom is catching on. She has been hovering over me while I eat, like the (half-) Italian mother that she is.

And then there’s the crunchies. Mom and Dad originally tried to give the hoodlums kittens Iams Kitten Crunchies, and Iams Adult Crunchies to me. However, the hoodlums kittens preferred to eat my crunchies over theirs. So Mom has stopped bothering to even put out the kitten crunchies lately.

Last weekend, Mom and Dad brought home some really tremendous crunchies: Fancy Feast Gourmet GoldTM With Savory Chicken and Turkey. These are my preference by far.

Observe the delicate shapes: moons, hearts, diamonds, and clovers. Mom says that they are like Lucky Charms for cats.

 Lucky Charms for Cats

Dad said “of course, they’re the most expensive, right?”

Duh! Of course!

The Iams Adult Original with Ocean Fish and Rice Crunchies are pretty good, too, so I eat them just for some variety. They aren’t as pretty as Fancy Feast, however, and only come in one shape, triangles, (unless they break).

Meerkat also seems to share my preferences for crunchies. Neither she nor I will touch the Dad’s Original Tasty Chicken Flavor crunchies. Must be a tabby thing. The Dad’s crunchies are this weird reddish color, and also come in only one shape, clovers.

Naturally, Panda Bear does not seem to show a preference for the type of crunchies he eats. He just wants food, and lots of it.

I grabbed the flashy box to capture our eating experiences.  Here are our bowls at the start of the day, just after Mom and Dad left. 

Crunchie Dishes Before
L-R: Dad’s, Iams, Fancy Feast

Here’s what they looked like just before they got back home!

Crunchies Dish Study
L-R: Dad’s, Iams, Fancy Feast

For the Furry Bambinos, we prefer the Fancy Feast Gourmet Gold! 

What’s your preference when it comes to crunchies?  Take our poll at the right side of the screen!


Who would have known that by playing up my old war injury for sympathy, would result in the lady human shoving a pill down my throat every night?

While I was at the smelly building, the man in the white coat apparently gave the humans a bottle of pills to give to me. Not all at once, just half a pill at a time, in order to prolong the tormenting. Grrrr.

Tonight I spat it out and the lady didn’t notice, because I pretended to swallow it. However, the man was not convinced by my swallowing performance, and decided to move the sofa away from the wall to look for it. He picked the pill up off the floor and gave it back to the lady who forced it into my mouth, and this time it rolled down my throat before I could get a good gag reflex going.

In related news, I have decided to stop hopping around on three legs, because it would be my luck that they would just drag me back to that smelly building and come home with more pills.

I just need to figure out where they keep the bottle with the pills in it, and see to it that the bottle meets an untimely end.


I have had just about enough of Panda Bear’s antics. That little hoodlum follows me around, and then wants to lay way too close to me for no apparent reason. He has no concept of keeping a socially acceptable distance from me, like about 10,000 miles. And then there’s the butt sniffing.

Panda Bear runs around and chases Meerkat, his sister, and she often seems to egg him on. Kids. I just don’t get it. But then he goes and bites her really hard or sits on her head. Or bites her while sitting on her head.

Panda Bear inhales his stinky goodness at the speed of light. Then he pushes his way into my food dish while I am still playing with it. Doesn’t he know anything about appearing to be finicky, even if you like what the humans put into the dish? You have to play hard to get, obviously a lesson he has yet to learn.

If I could just get my paws on some ritalin to add to Panda Bear’s food when he’s not looking … the way he eats he wouldn’t even notice. Heh.


Last night was the first night I spent together with the hoodlums kittens.  So, to demonstrate my displeasure, I decided to show off my old war injury to the humans. 

When the lady human came out of her sleeping room, I tucked my front right paw up to my chest and started hopping on my remaining three legs.  She immediately got worried and started petting me.  Yay!  It worked.  She called to man human and he got worried, too.  Yay!  More sympathy.  I could tell the hoodlums kittens were jealous I was getting all the attention. 

The lady human picked up part of the box that chirps, pushed some buttons, and started talking about me and my war injury.  She put the box down and said something cryptic to the man human:  “Doctor Keith at nine fifteen”.  They both seemed relieved, so just to cause more angst, I slipped into their sleeping room and hid under the bed! 

They went away for a while with the hoodlums kittens, but came back soon enough.  They had to “get ready” because it was “nine o’clock”.  Next thing I know the hoodlums joined me under the bed.  Then the lady human started poking me with the bird on a string.  It was annoying me, so I decided to make my escape!  Unfortunately, I was still playing up my war injury, so I couldn’t get away too fast on my other three legs.  Darn!  The lady grabbed me and put me into the larger portable room.  Hoodlum boy decided to taunt me by sitting outside the jailhouse door.  Meanie. 

Next thing I knew, I was being carried outside to the big shakey box teleporter.  The man and the lady got in the front and started making the shakey box shake.  I was worried they were taking me to another forever home because I had played up my war injury.  After a short time they took me out of the teleporter and everything was different.  Now they took me into a smelly building, which I was hoping wasn’t my new forever home.  It smelled like lots of fellow felines and some doggies had peed, and then someone tried to cover it up. 

The people in the smelly building let me out of the portable room and put me on some platform and called out 10.6!  Something about pounds.

The people put us all in a room and I sat on the man human’s lap to wait for whatever would happen next. 

Me and the man human wait for whatever would happen next.

I thought this might be a good time to tell them about my war injury, but I didn’t quite know how to tell them, so I kept quiet.  Pretty soon, a man came in wearing a white coat.  He talked nice to me and started squeezing my war injury.  Then he put a piece of cold silver with a rubber hose on my chest and moved it around my chest.  It was cold!  Then he said something about wanting to take pictures of my war injury!  Yay!  I get to pose for pictures.  The hoodlums don’t get to have this much fun!

The man in the white coat took me to a dark room where they put on funny jackets and told me not to move!  This must have been the picture taking.  I smiled as best as I could. 

The lady in the purple coat took me back to the humans and then the man in the white coat took the humans with him out to another place.  It wasn’t far away, so I could make out little bits of the conversation.  Things like:

“his medical history started the day you adopted him”

“old trauma on his outside toe in the process of healing”

“notice how the bones don’t line up just right”

“could do something major but would be in the same place six weeks down the road”

“keep him comfortable and let it heal itself”

“running a fever, not related to the fracture”

“make sure he eats”

“give him this once a day”

Other than the indecency of having a cold metal object shoved somewhere totally inappropriate, the whole experience wasn’t so bad. The humans took me home, and the lady gave me some baby food for a snack. I took a long nap becuase after all this action, I was exhausted.