Mommy talked to Gramma and Grampa on the talkie thingy last night. Gramma and Grampa said that Gramma’s Quilt had arrived in the mail yesterday afternoon. If you read Darling Millie’s blog, then you would have seen the quilt in progress while Millie’s Mom Lynne made it.

“The quilt is GORGEOUS!” is how Gramma described it. Grampa also said that the quilt is really beautiful.

“EXQUISITE!” is the other big word that Gramma used to describe her quilt.

Mommy says that means that Gramma is very happy. “Exquisite” is Gramma’s highest complment. ūüôā We are glad that she is happy with her quilt.

Thanks, “Mom Lynne”!!!


Today we were listening to Daddy’s radio show, and he played some song called “Moon River” from some movie called “Breakfast At Tiffany’s”.¬† Mommy says it’s a movie that stars a cat named Cat, which makes it sound like a good movie in my book.¬† Daddy was playing songs that some guy named Oscar gave awards to for “best song from a movie”, because Oscar has another show on teevee tonight. On Daddy’s radio show, Daddy normally plays songs from musicals from Broadway and London. Occasionally he plays songs from movies.

I guess Mommy knew to expect the “Moon River” song, so when it came on, she grabbed me, picked me up, and started to slow dance with me. Grrrrrrr. While I like Mommy very much, and I might go so far as to say that I love Mommy, I do NOT like to dance with Mommy. I wriggled free and jumped to the top of the cat perch. I stretched out in the sunbeam. Sigh.

Later Daddy told me that Mommy used to waltz with Mohawk to “Moon River”. Poor Mohawk. Luckily I made my escape before she started waltzing!


yesterday panda bear and i did not greet mommy and daddy when they got home from “work”.¬† usually all three of us furry bambinos meet mommy and daddy when they come in the front door, but not yesterday.

at first mommy was worried that something had happened to panda bear and me.  but then even with the lights off mommy could see that panda bear and i were on a mission.  (cue the mission impossible music)

mouse patrol, part deux!!

so daddy turned on the lights in the fambly room.  i had the mousie in my mouth.  next, i bunnykicked the mousie, threw the mousie across the room, and grabbed it again for more bunnykicking and throwing.  panda bear watched my technique closely.

i guess i was a little too rough with all the games i was playing with the mousie.  by the time mommy and daddy got home, the mousie was a little bit dead.  sorry mousie!

mommy spoke to¬†gramma and¬†grampa today on the talkie thingy.¬† she told them that millie’s mom is¬†done making gramma’s quilt and will be mailing it soon.¬†¬†mommy also told¬†gramma and grampa¬†the story about the mousie.¬† grampa said it was a case of “the mousie being at the wrong place at the wrong time”.

mommy and daddy feel very sorry for the mousie.¬† normally mommy and daddy catch the mousies and release them outdoors.¬† mommy refers to the mousies as “the lenten mice” because the mousies tend to come inside the house during lent.¬† probably because there is usually snow on the ground and they are looking for food.

now mommy and daddy are calling me “killer”.

Meerkat Lounging About

who, me?¬† (wide-eyed innocent look)¬† ūüėÄ


Hi Efurrybody!  Daddy loved all the birthday wishes you gave him.  He received more wishes from all our feline friends than he received from all the beans he knows!  Plus, you all set a record number for the number of comments on a single post here at our bloggy.  My Daddy thanks you, my Mommy thanks you, Meerkat and Padre thank you, and most of all, I thank you for responding in such a big way!

Daddy had a great birthday.¬† First we let him sleep real late.¬† Then later he and Mommy went to a bookstore to “get bleary eyed”.¬† When they got back, he explained to me that “getting bleary eyed” means “browsing in a bookstore so long that you go on visual overload and can’t see straight anymore”.¬† Remember, Daddy wanted to do that!¬† Sounds painful to me!¬† Like I’ve said before, beans do STRANGE things!¬†

After Mommy and Daddy got back, we gave Daddy our presents!  Here are all the gifts we wrapped for him:


I did help sniff one of the gifts Mommy gave to Daddy.¬† It was something called “Looney Toons DeeVeeDees”.¬†

Panda Bear investigates Daddy

Daddy started singing all kinds of weird things as he flipped through this Looney Toon DeeVeeDees thing.¬† “I’m a cute little bird in a gilded cage” … and … “Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime girl” … and … “Kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit!”¬†Mommy sang along too.¬† Beans are weird.¬†

Then, Padre decided to help with the unwrapping.

Padre helps open gifts

Padre gave Daddy a pretty book with lots of pictures of boy and girl cats.¬† There are some kitties, too, but mostly it’s boys and girls spending time together, walking, sitting, and playing.¬† Some of them look like us Furry Bambinos!¬†


Daddy said the pictures in the Cats in Love book were very pretty.¬† I’ll investigate it while he’s asleep.¬† The corners look very tasty.

Meerkat gave Daddy the gifts below.  They is picture frames! 


Meerkat told me she only wanted to give him one, because then he could have a picture of her anywhere he wanted.¬† However, Mommy bought three.¬† Meerkat was a little peeved at this.¬† Mommy felt Daddy should get a picture frame for each of us, and I agree!¬† So, that’s why dere is three of them! Daddy says he looks forward to finding pictures of us to put in the frames.¬† Meerkat¬†picked a great¬†gift!¬†

And then, Daddy got to open MY gift!¬† My gift was the bestest!¬† Here it is … ta da!

Panda Bear

It’s a kit that beans can use to help identify cats by looking at their butts!¬† The Cat Butts Mini-kit includes an informative field guide, magnets, and more!¬† Daddy laughed very loud and long when he saw it!¬† He said he thought it was the funniest thing in the world.¬† Yay!¬† I made Daddy laugh!¬†

Daddy reads the field guide to cat butts

Daddy read some of the field guide out loud for¬†Mommy to hear …

This booklet provides a small sampling of cat butt images and helpful hunting tips to help you get started with the wonderful hobby of “cat watching and identification through the butt”.¬† The kit also includes a set of Cat Butt magnets that you can hang with pride on your refrigerator to show you are a true Cat Watcher.

… Sitting at a computer or reading a book are two ways to bait a cat.¬† If there is a cat around and you are patient, he will inevitably walk up onto your lap or keyboard then suddenly raise up his tail and direct his hind quarters right towards your face.¬† This is a perfect time to examine and identify the cat.”¬†

I wasn’t sure if Daddy would like it at first, but we’re always showing our butts to him, and he always cleans up our litter boxes.¬† And when I get mad at him for holding me back from biting Meerkat, or telling me “no, get down from there”, or teasing me with the birdie on a stick, I tell him to “Sniff my butt!”¬† So, now I can tell him to “Go study your ‘Field Guide'”.¬†

Daddy gave each of us a hug, a kiss on the head, and a few skritches on the neck, and he said he had “a great birthday”.¬† We are glad we could give Daddy a great day.¬† Thanks again to all of you who sent our Daddy birthday wishes!


Today is our Daddy’s birthday!!

In honor of the occasion, he and Mommy took the day off from work. Daddy’s plans for his big day include sleeping in, hanging out with us Bambinos, and then going out to a bookstore “to get bleary-eyed”. Whatever that means.

We got Daddy some great presents and birthday cards for his birthday. We got him …

Psst … Panda Bear …

Yeah, Mom?

It’s supposed to be a surprise! You can’t say what you got Daddy for his birthday until after he opens his presents.

OK, then, we’ll just have to report back later! In the meantime, if you kitties would be so kind as to wish our Dad a Happy Birthday, I’m sure he would appreciate it! ūüôā Thanks!


one of our favorite cartoons is “get fuzzy”, which stars our hero “bucky katt”.¬† mommy has a¬†cartoon hanging up in the kitchen that has bucky katt talking to his bean, rob.¬†

rob (to bucky katt):¬† “what are you doing?”

bucky katt:¬† “i’m on mouse patrol.”

rob:¬† “we don’t have mice.”

bucky katt:¬† “we don’t have mice … because I do mouse patrol.”

one of my favorite pasttimes is looking out the back windows for mousies.  padre and panda bear also like to join me when i am on mouse patrol.

when there is snow on the ground, it is very easy to spot the mousies.  the mousies are dark grey, and show up very clearly against the bright white snow.

Meerkat and Padre on Mouse Patrol!

sometimes panda bear and i like to sniff at the little opening on the landing of the basement steps.  we can smell mousies through this hole.  this hole leads to the room where the room that moves sleeps.

Meerkat at the Mousie Hole

mommy and daddy told us that clyde also used to sniff at this hole when he was on mouse patrol. now it’s my job. it is very important to let the mousies know that the furry bambinos are in charge here.¬† i want to protect mommy and daddy.¬† they call me “the huntress”!

Meerkat Sniffing the Mousie Hole

we were very lucky the other day!  panda bear found a mousie in the house in the fambly room!

he grabbed it but couldn’t hang on to it at first.¬† so i chased it around, pinned it down, and then grabbed it in my mouth!¬† mmmmmmm.¬† mousie tastes goooooood!

The Mouse Running Free!

then panda bear growled at me!  panda bear growled at me!  i was so surprised, i almost made my jaw drop open, but remembered i was holding the mousie.  i ran around with it in my mouth for a little while.  then, i decided to put it down and play soccer with the mousie. i batted it back and forth between my front paws, then picked it up again in my mouth. panda bear wanted a turn to play, so the next time i set it down, i let panda bear chase the mousie around the fambly room!

Panda Bear prepares to attack!

panda bear was quick!  he jumped on the mousie, snatched it up in his mouth, and ran off to the basement with it!  mommy went chasing after panda bear, and snapped this picture with the flashy box.

Panda Bear with the Mouse in his mouth!

but they didn’t stay in the basement for long.¬† soon panda bear was running back upstairs into the fambly room. he set the mousie down to play with it, but this time mommy captured it in a see-through container.¬† we were very upset with mommy for doing this.

the mousie taunted us from his protective shell, and we couldn’t attack it! harrumph!

The Mouse is safe from the Bambinos!

daddy slid a piece of cardboard under the see-through container to keep the mousie trapped inside.  then he flipped it upside down so the mousie would be in the bottom.  the mousie squeaked and squeaked at us.

then mommy opened the back door and daddy tossed the mousie outside into the cold winter air! to paraphrase daisy from her post yesterday, “no mouse soup for us”.

poor mousie … he would have been so much warmer if he had stayed inside with us!¬† ūüėÄ


The Furry Bambinos graciously let me post today in honor of Clyde, one of the kitties who came before Padre, Panda Bear, and Meerkat.

One year ago today, Clyde went to the Rainbow Bridge. He was struggling with lung cancer, and he decided that it was his time to go.

David and I adopted Clyde as a tiny kitten in May 1992.

1992 Clyde on Yellow Basket 

At the time, I spent long days away from home at work. So I thought that our 1 1/2 year old cat Mohawk wanted a companion.

1992 Clyde with Mohawk

Clyde was about 8 weeks old when he came into our lives, through an acquaintance named Barbara. Barbara ran a popular card store in downtown Cleveland. I frequently shopped there on my way home from work. One day I mentioned to Barbara that I was thinking of adopting a kitten as a companion to my cat Mohawk. Barbara said that her neighbor’s cat had recently had kittens, and they were ready to be adopted.

David and I picked up Clyde on Saturday, May 2, 1992 at Barbara’s house. Barbara told us that one of her own cats was a sibling of Clyde’s from a former litter. Barbara said that this mother cat’s kittens often grew up to be very large cats. It was hard to imagine at that point, since Clyde was small enough to fit inside your hand.

I had spoken to Mohawk’s veterinarian the evening before about adopting Clyde. Because I did not know Clyde’s feline leukemia status, Dr. D. recommended keeping Clyde and Mohawk separated until Clyde could be tested.

At the time, I lived in a one-bedroom apartment in Cleveland Heights. The only places I could close off were the bedroom and bathroom, and neither of those would work. The bedroom was out because of my allergies to cat litter. The bathroom was out because that’s where Mohawk’s litter box was.

Desperate, I finally settled on keeping Clyde in (this is going to sound terrible, but let me explain), ahem, the living room closet.

My apartment had a huge living room closet that contained both an overhead light and a window. The closet was about 5 feet long by 3 feet deep, and the ceiling was about 10 feet high. Much bigger than a cage in a shelter, for sure.

 Clyde's Closet

I set up a feeding area, play area, sleeping area, and a litter box in the closet. And Clyde was so tiny at that point. He could fit inside your hand (or a Kleenex box)!

1992 Clyde in Tissue Box

Luckily, after a few days of living in the closet, Clyde’s feline leukemia test results came back negative. Clyde was able “to come out of the closet”! ūüôā

Clyde in Litter Box in his Closet

¬†Although Clyde sometimes got on Mohawk’s nerves, he mostly just wanted to have a friend to play with. Eventually Mohawk and Clyde came to an understanding, and often napped, played, and hunted bugs together.

1993 Clyde Above Mohawk

Clyde loved Mohawk, and tried to imitate him. Mohawk was very adept at balancing on the sink to drink from the faucet. Clyde grew to be much bigger than Mohawk, and therefore needed to adjust the technique used for getting a drinkie from the sinkie. Often, Clyde ended up with a wet head, but he was not deterred.

1993 Clyde Drinks from Sink

One of Clyde’s many nicknames was “Little One” since he was so tiny when we first adopted him.

1992 Clyde on David

Clyde and David shared a special bond.¬† As a kitten, Clyde liked to stand on David’s shoulders.

1992 Clyde on David

When Clyde grew too big to stand just on a shoulder, Clyde would stand on David’s back.

1993 Clyde on David

Well, “Little One” eventually¬†grew into a full-size cat¬†weighing 19 pounds!¬†And he was not obese, just a really long, big mancat.¬†Clyde could stand on the floor on his hind legs and see over the dining room table.¬† Here is a photo of me holding Clyde:

Clyde Dancing With Sue

See how long he was? However, even though he was a physically big cat, he was a scared little kitten when it came to things like new people and new homes. Clyde HATED HATED HATED to ride in the car. He meowed frantically the whole drive anywhere in the car, barely stopping to breathe in-between meows.

Clyde was very sweet. After David and I were married and moved in together, we noticed that if one of us left to go to work, run an errand, etc., Clyde would roam around the apartment looking for the missing person. Clyde YODELED the whole time, while carrying his favorite blue and pink furry ball in his mouth. Clyde would leave the ball at the spot where he last saw us, near one of the doors.

1993 Stretched Out

Clyde really enjoyed helping us make dinner, especially if tuna was involved. He loved tuna juice, tuna, salmon, chicken, and turkey. Clyde could also tell time. At precisely 11:00 am on the weekends, Clyde would sing and carry on for one of his favorite treats: chicken or turkey baby food.

Clyde also helped me when I baked. He loved to lick the lid from the sweetened condensed milk can. He liked to beg for people food. We used to call him “The Great Grey Shark” becuase Clyde used to do laps around the dining room table as a hint that he should be fed what we were eating.

To read Clyde’s obituary that we sent to family and friends, please see “the humans’ blog“.

There are also other stories about Clyde on the humans’ blog.

While we miss Clyde very much, we are grateful for the almost 15 wonderful years we spent with him. He lives on in our memories.

Clyde on Mail Table