Showing posts with label Kitties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kitties. Show all posts

Friday, May 28, 2010

New Kitty

 

    We got a new playmate for Sasha on the 18th!  Of course, she’s not so sure about the whole idea yet, but she’s slowly warming up.  We had lots of name options, but have settled on Paprika.  She’s so little and so cute.  Her favorite thing to do is chase rolled up balls of paper.  She’s a happy playful kitten. 

     We’ve always adopted our kitties before, but they do come with neglect issues.  So, this time we found our kitty on Craig’s List from a family that had 2 litters of kittens, 4 kids, and 2 or 3 dogs.  Paprika is very used to lots of commotion and has enjoyed all the company in town.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Castle Cats

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Once upon a time Sammy and Sasha were kittens and became good friends.  Unfortunately, Sasha was too “alpha cat” and would push Sammy around according to her princessy whims.

In another kingdom, far, far away, lived a princess named Andrea.  This princess was not snobby like Sasha.  She was the owner of a new castle.   This castle was fancy and fit Andrea to a tee.  The only problem was that her castle did not have a cat.

Sammy, being the gentlemanly cat that he was, was just what Princess Andrea and her castle were in need of.  So, Sammy and his king and queen (Jack and Tamara) made the long journey to visit Andrea’s castle.  Sammy fell in love immediately with the princess and took on the knightly task of exploring the castle.

Poor pushy Sasha was left, with her paws in the air, now that she had no one to give orders to.

Moral:  If you’re mean to your friends, you’ll end up with none.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Sammy Massage

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Our sweet little Sammy. When I’m so tired, he likes to tell me to lie down on my stomach so that he can give me a massage.  Then he walks up and down and all around trying to work out all those school stress knots. 

Actually, Jack tells me to lie down and then thinks it’s great fun to trick Sammy into giving me a “massage” by making him reach to be pet.  Sammy doesn’t like to not be touched, so if he sees a hand, he’ll go to great lengths to be touched by it.