Sometimes, you just need to show your brother who is boss...
A sneak attack is usually the best...
Make yourself large and in charge!
But be prepared to high tail it out if it gets too thick....
I'm a five year old royal, elegant, sultry, sexy, seal point ladycat meezer. Somewhat aloof, I can get Mom and Dad to do my bidding by periodically providing affection and attention. I tolerate my little brother Kavan. This is where we live...
Miss Peach sent me this beautiful Hope Joule and poem simply for making a donation to help Momma Hope.
I decided, however, that I don't like wearing joules nearly as much as I like clothes. Mom had a hard time getting me to hold still to take these pictures.
Too bad, this looks so lovely against my furs.
KC also sent me some cool gifts simply for helping Momma Hope. I was a little confused about the socks, since I don't wear socks, but Mom told me those were for her. Good thing.
You need to biggify the picture to see that the ribbon and pendant say Princess. Purrfect, isn't it?
And look at the great post card and book mark from Adan, all the way from Taiwan! Kavan had to hog some picture time here.

Meezer Rule: When starting with perfection (as with all meezers), you better have some great artists (like Zoolatry)!
We glared at it for a while, trying to determine who it was.
Then I took matters into my own paws.
It was one of the formerly ferals that used to spend some time in our back yard. The neighbor behind the fence adopted the little girl. We all played paws for a while. It was fun. But later that night, I was out on my lead with Mom, and she tried to come into the back yard. That I just couldn't allow, and chased her and pulled my lead all the way out and got to her before Mom could react. Over the fence she went. Like I said, I rule the yard.
It was my bed for winning the Q pose in Monty's contest! Isn't it great? And look at the great picture of Baby Bean....thinking she is a Moo bean.....
Monty also sent some Fancy Feast. I love Fancy Feast. Mom won't let me have it too often, as it can upset my tummy, but she said I could have this.
And to top it off, the packaging was a lot of fun to play with, although Mom complained we got peanuts all through the house. I was a little confused, they don't look like peanuts to me...
After all that excitement, I took a long nap in my great new bed. Thanks Monty!
I wanted to go out in the cul-de-sac to show off my great hand-made sweater from the M's.
Sammy showed up. He was in awe of my gorgeous outfit, and bowed before me.
He also knows this is my front yard, and I rule!
Me maties, here be a cool pirate costume Mom bought me for Halloween, arrr arrr arrr!
Isn't it great? I was saving it for the Fashion Friday before Halloween, but Meow Like a Pirate Day seemed like a great time to put it on. It has beautiful soft black cloth with gold trim.
And me great pirate hat with the skull and cross bones!
I be goin' out for me raid...lookin for treats and temptations. Look out me boys! Here I come!
Kavan likes to get in the sink after its been used, even if it is still a bit wet...
Sometimes you can still get a bit of fresh water....
but it takes a little work.
you really need to coax it....
Kavan sometimes resorts to licking the side, getting any splashed drops...
a little claw action might help....
But then you need to clean them....
Kavan demonstrates the importance of making sure there is something in that glass....
before sticking your face in it.
Here I demonstrate that sometimes its just easier to lay beside your water dish.....
I'm into energy conservation (which is why I weigh 11 pounds.....)
Goodness, I'm so glad it is Friday! Those of you who warned me loosing his hoo-ha's might not slow Kavan down don't know the half of it! I think the drugs have made it worse! Maybe being a little lighter makes a difference too. What ever, I'll be glad when he is finished with the Metacam! The guidelines for this tag:
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules
2. Write some facts about yourself: some random, some weird, some just plain fun.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them)
4. Let those 7 people know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs.The challenge is to keep it interesting without making the reader think “Um, too much information…”
So Seven things about me…
1. Mom and Dad picked me up from my breeder the same night Mom had a fiddle rehearsal. They got stuck in traffic, and ended up almost running out of the breeder's house after getting me so Mom could get to rehearsal.
I was very happy to get home last night. While I really wanted to go out in the backyard with Mom, Dad and Tara, I wasn't quite feeling up to my usual hyper self.....
Mom said thats to be expected after loosing your hooha's. What??? Lost hooha's?
Maybe they are down here.....
Message to Dad. I love sitting on your backpack. It smells just like you. But right now, I could eat you, or those barbeque potato chips on your messy table. Whats the deal with no food? I've been bouncing off the walls all night, jumping on Tara, jumping on the kitchen table, jumping on the screen door. That takes energy!
Oh, I could really go for some of that Seattle salmon Mom brought home...I can't think of anything else......hmmm....whats this?
What was I saying??