Hello!

This household has a lot of opinionated purrsonalities, so a blog can become a competitive outlet. To help clarify what’s going on, we made this programme:

Yeti-the-Cat-Cast-of-PlayersOf course, this all started out with The Missus, the original designer of the site and first blog entry author…but then strange things began happening after that….

The story here is arranged chronologically, making the “Recent” section at left kind of backward from the norm (so it’s actually forward, in chronological order) – so, to see truly recent, new posts, simply choose from the bottom of the list in the “Recent Posts” section to the left. (It will also load faster this way.)  🙂

The Cats’ Coup d’État ™

Aha, I’m in. Hi, I’m Yeti. Now seriously, how can they have a web site about me without letting me actively participate? If I let “The Missus” take over this site it’ll become embarrassingly sentimental (although it is fitting…and a bit flattering).

She’s nearly onto me about the magic…but perhaps she’s merely being facetious. All white pets are strong in magic…we prefer to use it for good, as a rule, and very discreetly. She has to do this site the hard way, so I’ll let her have her say. But I’ll have mine too.

Strolling down memory lane, she is. Aww…look at all my baby pictures – I was a cute kitten, I must admit. But she completely neglected to show how magnificent I have become today (not that I’m vain, mind you). Let’s see if I can find the proper illustrations of this…yes, here:

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Blast, now the other one wants to know what I’m up to. I suppose in the interest of fairness I will let her join in. This is becoming a family affair. I thought this was my site, but I’ll share. *Sigh* [magical incantation in felinese removed for public safety]

Yeti: Bother…now we need captions.

Peekaboo, a.k.a. Boo: Hey this is neat. What’s happening?

Yeti: I enabled your communication. Check it out. It’s my web site.

Boo: You made one of those things our people gape at all the time?

Yeti: No, the Missus did – I’m just improving it.

Boo: Oh.

Yeti: Pretty nice, eh?

Boo: [looking] It’s kind of cool…but there’s not a lot about me.

Yeti: On the contrary; there’s a sizable amount about you. I guess it’s our site. I seem to be the main focus, but you’re featured as a key player. Here, let’s make you your very own page.

Boo: Okay…wow! That was fast.

Yeti: That’s why it’s magic.

Boo: Wish I had so much magic.

Yeti: No you don’t. It’s a heavy responsibility.

Boo: I guess that’s true. To be honest I don’t care much for that stress. As long as you…stay responsible.

Yeti: Don’t worry; I never use it for revenge. My natural abilities are sufficient for that.

Boo: True dat.

Yeti: Excuse me?

Boo: [blushing] Just trying it out.

Yeti: Try this instead [shows Boo where she can pick out a picture of herself].

Boo: Ooh, that one – no, that one – wait…um….

Yeti: Oh, just pick one.

Boo: There. That’s the one.

Yeti: [mumbles secret spell; picture appears on site] And…POW!

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Boo: Oh! That’s one of my favorites. I like the quote she put with it.

Yeti: You look quite svelte there. Where was this?

Boo: It was the house we lived in before they got you.

Yeti: [frowning] Is that why it’s one of your favorites?

Boo: No, no, it’s not that. It’s just…I was young and felt on top of the world.

Yeti: Or on top of the chaise…

Boo: Yeah, on that.

Yeti: Okay, let’s put it, and some others, on your page. There…hmm. Hey listen, [motioning to the screen] we’re going to have to be stealth on this thing.

Boo: What do you mean, on the down low?

Yeti: We can’t have them catching us in the act, you know. It would be…

Boo: CATastrophic.

Yeti: Not the word I would have chosen, oh ye pundit of puns. But yes.

Boo: I take after Mama sometimes. You know, making puns, meows a lot, hyperaware, needy…

Yeti: You’re more self-aware than I gave you credit for.

Boo: That’s another one I take after her on.

Yeti: Granted. But you must be profoundly discreet if you get on here. Understood?

Boo: Definitely. Let them figure it out on their own.

Yeti: That’ll happen soon enough.

Boo: [listening] No kidding. Someone’s coming! Scram!

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Yeti’s and Boo’s Curiosity

Yeti: The Missus is a curious one.

Boo: In what way?

Yeti: Several. First of all, she has trouble walking on her hind legs, but refuses to go to all fours.

Boo: I think all those things she wears constrict her.

Yeti: That could be. Remember that time when she couldn’t walk at all?

Boo: Yeah. I was getting worried about her.

Yeti: Why? Did you think she wouldn’t walk ever again?

Boo: No, I was more worried about her when she was confined to bed and you started circling her like she was prey.

Yeti: [straightening] I’m quite sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Boo: You looked like you were going to eat her…or, at least, taste her.

Yeti: So did you; you circled just like me.

Boo: I was protecting her – watching you.

Yeti: Whatever. She was onto both of us. We’re harmless. But I’m glad she got better. Now she feeds us and I’m just as happy with our food. She is tasty, though….[smacking]

Boo: [diverting] What else about her do you find curious?

Yeti: Well, that thing she does with wet colors on shapes. She makes all these big flat boxes of patterns and sings while she does it. The Mister doesn’t do that.

Boo: He makes his on his “computer”. They disappear in there, but at times he brings them back, like magic. Sometimes hers leave the house with her, and never come back.

Yeti: Her pictures are real; they can live other places, and they smell funny, but somehow they make me happy. I like to look at them. She likes me in the room with her when she makes them. I like to watch but sometimes I just nap. It’s also fun to see if I can distract her from her work – sometimes that’s a tough challenge in that odd room, even for me. But hey, you’re not welcome in there – how come?

Boo: You know I eat everything. She panicked last time I got in there and she had a bunch of wet colors on the table and I jumped up. She yelled, grabbed me quick, whisked me out, and sat and held and looked at me and rocked me. I was both scared and comforted; she was trying to tell me something. I think those colors went bad.

Yeti: Yikes. But they look pretty dry, on those pretty flat boxy thingies.

Boo: I like those too. What else?

Yeti: What else what?

Boo: What else about her makes you curious?

Yeti: Well…. Everything, I guess. I am a cat.

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To see the “pretty flat boxy thingies with colors”, go to: eileegeorge.com

 

Meowy Christmas! ™

Peekaboo and Yeti: Today we’re going to discuss The Holidays.

Boo: We capitalize this term for the occasions, because they seem to be very, very important to our humans.

Yeti: There are several, apparently, but our favorite one our people celebrate is called –

Both: Christmas!

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Boo: Christmas is a time of music, rushing around, too many things in the house, shiny paper and bobbing ribbons, crinkly bags and sacks to hide in, sometimes travel, and people acting crazy by oscillating from really congenial to totally stressed out.

Yeti: The task at hand for felines is to provide comic relief in the times of tension, and perhaps win a special treat or toy in the process.

Boo: Of course, you readily can find your own of each, everywhere you turn. All the best toys come at this time of year, and the food starts being of a different and more exotic variety.

Yeti: I suppose anything different from the norm is termed “exotic”. I still just like my regular food.

Boo: Your life is so dull.

Yeti: I’m cool with it. I experiment elsewhere.

Boo: I like to experiment whenever the opportunity presents itself – especially where food is concerned.

Yeti: Your interpretation of “opportunity” greatly differs from that of our People. And in this case it often leads to acute gastric distress and solitary confinement.

Boo: But it’s worth it. Carpe diem.

Yeti: Seize the day, not seize the duck.

Boo: Mmm, duck.

Yeti: Slipped right out of you it did.

Boo: It was kind of greasy…caused a little leakage.

Yeti: Boundaries, Boo! TMI.

Boo: [blushes as she looks back at Yeti] Pardon.

Yeti: Be sure not to overdo it; remember that this is a season of giving and kindness.

Boo: Then I would like to give you a bath behind the ears without a fight.

Yeti: But you bite them, so kindly keep your paws off me.

Boo: [squints at Yeti]

Yeti: [squints back at Boo]

Peekaboo and Yeti: [staring each other down a moment, then remembering the mlog]: Oh! Anyway, HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

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Happy Mew Year! ™

Hello again; this is The Missus. Yeti and Peekaboo have dominated the blog for a while, but The Mister and I wanted to wish everyone here a Happy New Year along with them.

This is the time that we humans reflect on the past and look to the future, thinking of a New Year, a New Start, and a New Opportunity. And then we often ruin it.

Cats, being nearly perfect and not ones to think they need to change, don’t make New Year’s Resolutions. People, on the other hand (or other paw), often go through the motions of such an annual ambition more often than they follow through. I’m sure the cats shake their heads at us.

In order to avoid looking silly (sillier?) in the eyes of our Fluffy Ones, The Mister and I have decided that it is absurd to make resolutions once a year – it’s too much pressure, and almost a self-sabotaging method to begin with. It isn’t that we don’t need to self-actualize or improve or break bad habits, but to dump it all on ourselves at once is self-defeating. So to curb the insanity, we learned to not put too much stock in an arbitrary day on the calendar, and to realize that we can start over any day of the year, over and over, as long as it takes.

After all, wouldn’t it be a better year if we realized we could have a clean slate every day?

May you all have a wonderful New Start for each of the next 365 days!

🙂

 

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Yeti: Well, she said it: silly indeed. But I think she found a cure.

Boo: I hope they resolve to feed us more nom-noms.

Yeti: So you can get fat?

Boo: I didn’t think about that.

Yeti: Then again, when you eat too much it just comes back up….

Boo: We don’t have to talk about that now…or ever.

Yeti: Why don’t you resolve to restrain yourself?

Boo: Why don’t you resolve to mind your own business??

Yeti: It is my business if it was my food you hair-balled up…. Resolve to stop stealing!

Boo: Hey…I’m just taking hold of New Opportunity when you leave some behind.

Yeti: Way to rationalize.

Boo: Makes my year better.

Yeti: [sighs] Happy Mew Year.

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Quirky Qitties ™

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Yeti: Out of solitary, eh?

Boo: [sulking] Yeah.

Yeti: Got on the counter again?

Boo: Yes.

Yeti: Why don’t you ever learn?

Boo: There are tasty things up there.

Yeti: Were there this time?

Boo: No.

Yeti: Was there last time?

Boo: No. They clean faster now.

Yeti: Guess why. Can you remember the last time you scored?

Boo: Not really.

Yeti: Why do you still do it?

Boo: I don’t know.

Yeti: It’s because you’re a fool.

Boo: I am not. I’m resourceful.

Yeti: You’re misguided.

Boo: I’m crafty.

Yeti: You’re disobedient.

Boo: I’m creative.

Yeti: And then, because you know you shouldn’t do it, you get paranoid.

Boo: I’m cautious.

Yeti: You’re jumpy.

Boo: I’m alert.

Yeti: You’re neurotic.

Boo: It’s not that I’m afraid to die; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

Yeti: So now you’re quoting Woody Allen.

Boo: Well at least I’m not a snob.

Yeti: I’m not a snob!

Boo: You’re a snob.

Yeti: I’m demure.

Boo: You’re standoffish.

Yeti: I’m aloof.

Boo: You’re a hermit.

Yeti: I’m comfortable with myself.

Boo: You close people out.

Yeti: I like my privacy.

Boo: You’re Garbo.

Yeti: [leaving] I vahnt to be alohne.

 

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Yeti and Boo’d Like Some Food ™

Boo: What is this ‘limit the cat food’ kick they’re on? This schedule is tedious.

Yeti: It’s because you Hoover your food, and immediately turn it into a projectile.

Boo: What’s wrong with that?

Yeti: For one, it’s wasteful; second, you Hoover from my bowl too; third –

Boo: You snooze; you lose.

Yeti: You don’t have to store it all in your fat for winter or something. They’re not going to starve you.

Boo: But..but…but we never know how long they’ll be gone!

Yeti: Have they ever been gone that long? Have they ever starved you?

Boo: I don’t know. I’m starving now.

Yeti: You’re delusional. You just ate.

Boo: But I’m starving!

Yeti: You are not.

Boo: Prove it!

Yeti: You’re still complaining…proof enough.

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Peekaboo’s Advice to Kitties ™

Yeti-the-Cat-Peekaboo-Chair-by-Lin-Eilee-S-GeorgeBoo: All right, Yeti, you’re not the only one with advice.

Yeti: I tremble for the next generation…

Boo: There is more than one way to skin a…oh, ooh – let’s rephrase that.

Yeti: Let’s!

Boo: There is more than one philosophy in life. If everyone lived the same, life would be much more boring.

Yeti: And much more peaceful.

Boo: [bluntly] It’s your turn to get out.

Yeti: Whatever. [Exits gracefully]

Boo: That was easy….

Yeti: [from hallway] See? – Peaceful.

Boo: Not yet!

Yeti: [silence]

Boo: [listening] …Well…okay, she’s gone now. What she doesn’t seem to realize is that there is more than one school of charm school. Not all of us were fortunate enough to be born in the lap of luxury. She has the looks, but I have cattitude. It’s this mysterious, irresistible quality in my purrsonality. When they came and visited me at the shelter, they weren’t even looking for a cat like me. I made them change their minds. How? I seduced them with my charm.

This is how I did it: I was in a cage with my cellmate, Chari. Chari was younger than me and pretty helpless in the grooming department, but highly adoptable as a youngster, so I saw them coming and started bathing her head – she couldn’t get to it herself, anyway. Chari turned on her purring, and I mine, and we were a pair to behold. I had to really work it, because I was older, and that counts against you in adoptions. Well, it paid off. They saw how nurturing I was, and they were besotted.

They asked to visit me in a special room with toys. I batted, rolled, played clumsily like a younger kitten than I was, and then started ignoring the toys and paying attention to them. They were down on the floor with me, which made it very easy to climb on their laps. Incidentally, I believe people get cats because they’re lonely, or maybe don’t or can’t have children but want something to love along with each other. Well, I say that’s gonna be me.

So with first her and then him, I stood up on my hind legs on their laps, put my front paws on either side of their necks and hugged them like a little human child – but better than that, I purred and tickled them with my fur, and licked their ears. They melted! Works every time.

Brother, this is all you need to know.

These overgrown creatures need love, even when they have each other, because we give a kind of love that’s different than theirs. Give it with your whole heart, and you’ll always have a home.

And don’t worry about Chari. Someone was falling for her before my papers were signed.

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Who’s the Alpha Cat?

 

Yeti-the-Cat-Gals-N-Cats-by-Lin-Eilee-S-GeorgeBoo: [Raises a brow as Yeti strolls to meet her in the office] What do you look so smug about?

Yeti: [Matter-of-factly] I’m breaking the Missus in.

Boo: What do you mean?

Yeti: She’s starting to respond to my cues [smiles with eyes half-closed]. You know she already feeds me in bed so I don’t even have to get up…

Boo: [Sticking her tongue out in disgust] boy, do I.

Yeti: Well, the crinkly bag was on the corner of the bed earlier, so instead of settling into “my spot” by the dish when she brought dinner, I curled up on the bag, and gave her a look, and she immediately just “got” it – she even said, “Oh, do we wish to dine on the terrace tonight?” and moved the bowl out of its place to set it in front of me on the bag. I didn’t have to make a squeak. Yes…her training is coming along nicely.

Boo: [Mimicking Yeti’s expressions] And to what do you give credit for this newfound obedience?

Yeti: I kissed up to her earlier letting her brush me while I was on her lap.

Boo: [Shocked] On her lap? You???

Yeti: It wasn’t bad, I must say…very relaxing…kind of lost track of time, really.

Boo: I’ve been telling you…

Yeti: But I won’t let her get too much in the habit. [Studying her claws] Poor thing, she didn’t know what hit her. I have her right where I want her.

Boo: [Rolling her eyes] Um…yeah.

[Meanwhile, in the den]

Mister: What do you look so smug about?

Missus: I think I’m breaking the Yeti in.

Mister: How’s that?

Missus: You know how she loves being brushed…I warmed her up brushing her where she lay snoozing, and then I dragged her over to my lap, and brushed her much more…she didn’t fight much at first, and then she actually fell asleep on my lap!

Mister: [Leaning forward] You have got to be kidding. Her???

Missus: I was shocked. I didn’t dare move for half an hour. Phone rang and I didn’t even move to pick up – till she moved on her own later.

Mister: I wouldn’t either! What a rare treat! Think she’ll do it again?

Missus: Oh, I made sure to do the positive reinforcement thing. I even brought her food over to her on that plastic bag the cats have been playing with. She looked so grateful [smiles while remembering]. Oh…I know how to work her. I am so winning this thing.

Mister: [Grinning] Whatever you say….

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St. Catrick’s Day ™

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Boo: Happy St. Catrick’s Day.

Yeti: Happy what?

Boo: St. Catrick’s Day. Our people celebrate an Irish cat who did tricks so well they sainted him.

Yeti: That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard.

Boo: I saw it on the Internet, so it must be true.

Yeti: Where on the Internet?

Boo: [mumbling] On our blog, where I just put it….

Yeti: Peekaboo! You can’t just make things up and put them on the Internet! – I mean, I know you can, but you shouldn’t.

Boo: Well I think it’s a nice story anyway.

Yeti: Okay Peekaboo, if it’s a story, then you round it out, and really make it a story.

Boo: [thinking hard] Well…once there was this cat named Patrick, and he did lots of tricks, like playing fetch, and doing pirouettes, and walking on his hind legs, and speaking and sitting on command, and doing “tornado kitty” and back flips–

Yeti: This cat sounds suspiciously familiar….

Boo: And because of his awesomesauciness, they gave him unlimited noms all the time and loved on him lots and lots–

Yeti: And this would be “projection” based in fantasy….

Boo: Don’t ruin my story by psychologizing it.

Yeti: [glibly] Beg pardon. Pray continue.

Boo: Um…and he lived happily ever after. The end.

Yeti: [blinking] Short story.

Boo: That’s a real genre, er, category, you know.

Yeti: So it is. Merely citing literary terminology does not precipitate success.

Boo: Luckily we have our own publishing venue.

Yeti: Lucky for you – not for our readership.

Boo: I’ll take a page from your book and say it only matters if I like it. [grins smugly]

Yeti: “It’s for her own good that the cat purrs.” [Irish proverb]

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