Tuesday, April 15, 2014

mostly me, by penelope (kitten rumble)

Penelope Kitten is practicing some boxing moves in Marcy's sunspot.

penelope kitten:  i'm gonna get 'em. oh yeah. gonna get 'em gonna get 'em gonna get 'em.

Marcy:  Get who?

penelope kitten:  those big mean birds outside.

Marcy (bored): What did they say now?

penelope kitten:  they called me a fraidy cat. said i had a little brain.

Marcy:  So?

penelope kitten:  they should be nice. i'm practicing my moves. gonna teach 'em a lesson. pow pow pow

Marcy:  Those big mean birds are crows. They want to lure you out of the house so they can eat you.

penelope kitten:  can't eat me.

Marcy:  Oh yeah? Why do you think they're called a murder instead of a flock?

penelope kitten:  not worried. i'm tuff.

Penelope Kitten practices her right hook.

penelope kitten:  pow pow pow

Just then a murder of big mean crows swoop across the window, momentarily blocking out the sunlight.

Penelope Kitten panics and rushes to hide under the bed. Marcy luxuriously stretches out in the sunspot.

Marcy:  Well, there they are over on that tree, Penelope. They said they're waiting for you. Aren't you going to beat them up?

penelope kitten (from under the bed):  maybe tomorrow.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

A Cat In The Hat Rescue Story, or cappy and his juliet

Juliet and Cappy

Marcy:  What's that?

Cynthia:  That's my friend's little girl, Juliet, looking completely adorable in her Cat In The Hat costume with her best bud, rescue kitty Cappy.

Marcy:  It doesn't sound like Seuss. It sounds like Shakespeare.

Cynthia:  Actually, this is a kind of Horatio Alger rags to riches story. Cappy was an older kitten living with his colony on the mean streets of Los Angeles back in 2008.

Cappy and his semi-feral siblings

Cynthia:  I worked with The Kris Kelly Foundation to TNR (trap/neuter/release) the colony. We found homes for five of the littlest kittens but the teenage kittens (the ones pictured) were really too feral to find homes for. Except Cappy. Kind of.

Cappy and his brother living on the streets in Los Angeles

Cynthia:  He was very scared but curious.

Marcy:  Curiosity killed the cat ya know.

Cynthia:  In this case, curiosity saved Cappy. He would linger a little longer after he ate to see what I was up to. Eventually, he started brushing up against my legs. And that was when I knew I had to at least try to find him a home.

Marcy:  Who wants a semi feral cat? No one.

Cynthia:  That's what I thought. No one. I put out a plea on Facebook anyway, and lo an behold, my friend Heather asked to meet him. She fell in love, took him home, and spent a tremendous amount of time taming him. She also spent a lot of money on vet bills since Cappy had health problems I wasn't even aware of...

Marcy (admiringly):  I bet he was bad. Feral cats are so bad. Just like the Cat In The Hat. He's such a bad kitty.

Cynthia:  Yes. It was quite challenging. Taming a semi-feral cat is not for the faint of heart. But Heather and her husband, David, are extraordinary people. And now look at him!

Cappy at home

Cappy performing Neighborhood Watch duties

Cynthia:  Instead of living on the streets, he is living in house with people who love him and take wonderful care of him. Plus, he has a new friend - Juliet - a cat lover and future cat advocate. I mean, did you take a close look at her sneakers?!!

Juliet and Cappy

Marcy:  That Cat in the Hat is so bad. He's transforming little kids into bad kitties. He's my hero. He's so bad.

*It is very easy to get depressed and feel hopeless as an animal rescuer. The problem is so immense. Someone compared it once to trying to empty the ocean with a teaspoon. So when a cat I have rescued has such a happy ending as Cappy and his Juliet, it makes me so incredibly happy.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Blogger Is Still Buggy

Aaaaarrrrghhhh!!!! Blogger sent out ANOTHER email with a post I did months ago. I am so sorry. I have no idea why this is happening but I am looking into it and want it solved. Now. The last thing I want to do is spam my email subscribers.


Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Meet Merrie Of Petite Career Girl

Merrie of Petite Career Girl

Cynthia:  One of the best things about being a blogger is meeting new friends from all over the world. It's awesome. It's fun. It's life affirming.

Marcy:  Must you gush? Again?

Cynthia:  Marcy. I must. Because my new blogger friend, Merrie, is that awesome. 

Marcy:  Okay. Fine. Go ahead.

Cynthia: Merrie's blog is called Petite Career Girl. She blogs mostly about style (her outfits are always drool worthy and inspiring), sometimes about healthy eating, and every once in a while she does a story about... her cats!

Marcy:  A human after your own heart.

Cynthia:  Yup. Merrie is super stylish, fearlessly funny, and best of all, she loves her cats. 

Check out her adorable cat tales here and here.

Merrie of Petite Career Girl

Cynthia:  Merrie is so supportive of my blog and recently nominated me for a Liebster Award which is a Q&A that helps new bloggers get to know each other. You can find my and Marcy's answers to Merrie's Liebster questions after the jump break.

Cynthia:  So what do you think, Marcy?

Marcy:  She's so cool! Do you think she would let me be her kitty?

Cynthia:  Merrie already has two cats. And besides, I am not sure she - or anyone else for that matter - would put up with your shenanigans and terrorist toe tendencies.

Marcy (eyes dilated):  You mean those little mice that mock me endlessly? 

Cynthia:  Uh oh.

Cynthia takes off to find some shoes with Marcy in hot pursuit.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

A Kind Lady Lives Here

Cynthia:  This cat symbol is hobo code for "a kind lady lives here". During the Great Depression itinerant workers would put codes on the side of homes and businesses to let other hobos know what to expect - a meal, a temp job, hostile police, a vicious dog.

Hobo Code for A Kind Lady Lives Here

Marcy:  What's the sign for a vicious cat lives here?

Cynthia:  It's not about the cat, Marcy. It means a kindly lady lives here and will help you out.

Marcy:  I'm not helping anyone out.

Cynthia:  Marcy!

Marcy:  I already have to share the sunspots and Friskies.

Cynthia:  Oh, you are so deprived.

Marcy grumpily swishes her tail back and forth.

Cynthia:  Anyway, what I just wanted to say was that I think it is sweet that a cat would be the symbol for a kind and generous person.

Hobo Code for A Kind Lady Lives Here

Marcy:  That's it?

Cynthia:  Yes.

Marcy:  That's your brilliant analysis?

Cynthia:  Why are you so grumpy?

Marcy:  I don't like thinking about my hobo days. It makes me mad. People are mean to hobos. Especially cat hobos.

Cynthia:  Ah... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to bring up bad memories.

Marcy:  All we want is some food and a comfy, safe place to sleep. But when you're a hobo you look dirty and smell bad and no one is nice.  It makes me sad.

Cynthia:  Me too.

Marcy:  I'd rather be a French Princess. Even if it's only pretend. No one can be mean to a French Princess. We'll chop off their head.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

mostly me, by penelope (april fools' day)

Penelope Kitten is noisily bopping around the house while Marcy tries to nap.

penelope kitten:  la di da da da... dee da da... hi marcy.

No response.

penelope kitten:  oh marcy.

No response.

penelope kitten:  marcy marcy marcy marcy marcy marcy marcy marcy-

Marcy:  WHAT?!!!

penelope kitten:  we're out of friskies. and they aren't making anymore.

Marcy:  No way, Penelope.

penelope kitten:  way.

Penelope Kitten continues to bop around. Marcy tries to go back to napping.

penelope kitten:  la di da da... no more friskies... dee da... no more friskies... da da dum dum...

Marcy (becoming concerned):  Where did you hear that?

penelope kitten:  on the news.

Marcy (alarmed):  Are you sure?

penelope kitten:  so sure. the guy with the toupee said so.

Marcy (panicking):  Does Cindy know?

penelope kitten:  yes.

Marcy (aghast):  Is that why she went to Texas?  To find Friskies?

penelope kitten:  ummm... yeah yeah. that's right. she can't find any.

Marcy:  OH MY GATO!

penelope kitten:  you're doomed.

Marcy:  OH MY GATO!

Marcy races around the house in a blind rage. At one point she even madly runs in circles chasing her tail.

penelope kitten:  marcy.

Marcy continues to freak out.

penelope kitten:  oh marcy marcy marcy... marcy marcy -

Marcy:  WHAT?!

penelope kitten:  april fool.

Penelope Kitten impishly runs off to the next room.

Marcy (seething and stunned and trying to catch her breath):  Little sisters should be outlawed.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

In Texas With A Horse (of course)

The phone rings. It's Cynthia calling Marcy.

Cynthia in Tomball, Texas Wearing Her Prized
$30 Cynthia Rowley Top

Marcy answers the phone.

Marcy:  Yeah, what?

Cynthia:  Hi Marcy. It's me.

Marcy (outraged):  Where ARE you?

Cynthia:  In Texas. I'm trying to do a post about my new Cynthia Rowley shirt that I got for $30 at the Marshall's in Tomball. It's really cute. 100% Linen with cotton trim and banded at the cuffs and hem. I thought it looked so fab with my cowboy hat.

Side/Back View of Cynthia's Prized
$30 Cynthia Rowley Top

Marcy:  Whatever.

Cynthia:  I know! My post is really boring without you so I thought I would get Tawny The Horse to pose with me. To jazz things up. The thing is... well... I 'm scared of her.

Cynthia and Tawny Face Off

Cynthia: We tried to have a conversation about how this was all going to work but she insisted that she wanted to be the star of my photo. Not my shirt. Or me for that matter.

Cynthia Trying To Reason With A Horse

Marcy:  Horses are so egotistical.

Cynthia:  Well, she was getting a little snippy about it. Mom suggested that I put an apple in my cowboy hat.

Tawny Eating An Apple Off Of Cynthia's
Cowboy Hat

Cynthia:  Which was pretty nerve wracking but it got Tawny to agree not to kill me. And - she agreed to pose for a double selfie.

Cynthia And Tawny Go Hollywood

Marcy:  You both look deranged.

Cynthia:  Yeah...Tawny tried to change her mind at the last minute and I kept stepping on the live electrical wire that ran along the bottom of the fence.

Marcy:  Figures.

Cynthia:  This was the best I could do considering I was electrocuted AND dealing with an angry diva horse.

Marcy:  Life in the country is stupid. Come back home so we can do a real post.