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This is Panda. I am a 12 yr old long-haired black and white cat. My Mom (Sherri) saved me from the Humane Society in Scottsdale, Arizona when I was 8 weeks old. She's the best mom ever. I am completely spoiled rotten but I kinda like it. I make sure that I spend a lot of time curled on Mom's feet or sleeping in her lap so she knows that I appreciate being spoiled. And I think it's so nice of her to let me have a pillow on the bed all to myself! But just so Mom feels special too I always go to sleep first curled up as close to her face as I can get. That way she won't forget me! And when she falls asleep I kinda sneak on over to my own pillow. But ssshhhh...don't tell her.

This is Seven. I am a 3 yr old long haired tabby-colored cat. A lot of people ask my Mom if I'm a Mancoon. She says she doesn't know and I'm not tellin'. All I know is I'm pretty special. I was rescued from the Humane Society in Huntersville, North Carolina when I was 7 weeks old. Panda told me that he had a brother before me named Boobookitty. Mom had Boobookitty for 19 years (wow!) and when he passed away May 7th of 2009 she was really, really sad. But Mom decided that Boobookitty's passing would save a life and so she came and got me. I think I would have liked Boobookitty - Panda says he was pretty hot stuff. My name is Seven because of the day he went to cat heaven and that makes me feel even more special. Not that I needed any help there - I am king of the world. Just ask me, I'll tell you.

So this page is all about us going on the road. We decided that we should tell the story since we all know that felines are far superior to humans. So, read our story and come along for the ride!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Ipods, Flying Cats, Dad Pays a Visit, Paranormal Activity

Seven:  I am in BIG, BIG, BIG trouble.  Mom bought the new Ipod Nano.  Apparently getting one of these is equivalent to getting a Cabbage Patch doll for your human child in 1983 in time for Christmas.  Anyway - she got one.  It's tiny.  It's green.  It has cords - one for things she sticks in her ears and one she puts into the computer for God knows what.  Well, anyway - the day she got this odd thing she spent a few hours loading it all up with songs, charging it, and whatever else you do with it.  I thought the cords looked kinda fun so I chewed through them.  Both of them.  A mere hours after the guy in the purple outfit brought it to our door. I really thought Sherri was going to throw me off the balcony.  She was M-A-D mad.  She spanked my butt really hard and kinda threw me out the door of her office.  It was really humiliating.  But now I feel bad because I know I did something really awful.  And no matter how many times I meow at her or give her my "cute face" or beg (see below)...she won't give in.  She is really, really mad at me.  I am going to have to do something drastic like curl up on her lap or something to get over this one.  Sigh.  I am a bad, bad kitty. I hope she isn't going to leave me here in the apartment by myself when she goes "on the road" in the RV thing - I really hope she takes me with her!  I am so sad....


Panda:  Yep, Seven really did it this time.  But I, of course, am still in good favor and get to sleep on mom's lap and I do make sure to let Seven know.  I possibly even gloat a little bit.  Dad came to visit for a couple of days.  He is having a hard time and he really wants to be back with our Mom.  Sherri took him to Tom Johnson's RV and showed him some of the rigs she likes.  I think he was initially confused because whenever Mom was talking about the RV thing he got this glazed look in his eyes.  All you guys out there know exactly what I am talking about.  But after they went to that place Dad was watching an RV 101 video with her so maybe, maybe, maybe he is going to come along?

Back when we all lived in our old house Seven used to do this really weird thing:  he would sit in one spot in the living room (about 6 inches away from the wall) and just stare at the wall.  It really freaked mom and dad out!  They started calling him "paranormal cat."  Of course, there has never been anything normal about him but that is another story and it is late.  So...the Saturday before Hallowe'en - the same day they did the RV thing - they went to see the movie "Paranormal Activity 2."  I HATE it when mom watches these movies because she hugs me WAY too tight when I crawl up on her pillow!  Anyway, I digress.  They came back and were talking about how scary the movie was but then they rented Nightmare on  Elm Street!  That makes no sense.  The next night when Mom was home alone - this was so funny to watch - she turned out all the lights in the living room and basically ran down the hallway to the safety and lights of the bedroom.  Huh.  Umm...if there IS a ghost in the house is there some reason he or she can't run down the hallway, too?  Did she really think that was going to help?   I mean, apparently hiding didn't work too well for the people in the movie now did it?  Just to be obnoxious and prove my point I waited until she turned all the lights out and then went and pawed open the closet door.  It squeaks.  I'm pretty sure mom squeaked when I did it.  I think she blamed it on Paranormal Cat.  I snickered.  Fun was had by all. Well, at least by me.
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