Tagged!! (I just noticed this is a little late...Sorry Millie)

Tagged!!

This is Tag!! Check out the answers by Scooter's friend's MILLIE !!

RULES: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...they have to be real places, names, things...nothing made-up! Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.

What is your name: Scooter
4 letter word: Snub
Vehicle: Saab
TV show: Star Trek
City: Saskatoon
Boy name: Stewart
Girl name: Selange
Alcoholic drink: Summertime Swirl
Occupation: Street Sweeper
Something you wear: Snorkel
Celebrity: Shelley Winters
Food: Strawberry
Something found in a bathroom: Soap
Reason for being late: Sick Cat!!
Cartoon character: Steamboat Willie!!
Something you shout: STOP THAT NOW SCOOTER!!!!!
Scooter: I can't believe you wasted space with this and it wasn't even about ME.
ME: Oh, don't be silly Scooter. It's ALLLL about you.

Long time, No see...

Me: I've got to say buddy...you've been around a long time.

Scooter: What's this?? A farewell speach??

Me: No, of course not. Why would you think that??

Scooter: Well, you did bring the female home.

Me: Scooter...that was over a year and a half ago. If we were planning your demise, wouldn't we have offed you by now??

Scooter: I'm too wily for you. I keep my guard up.

Me: You sleep 18 hours a day.

Scooter: I'm really gifted. You don't even KNOW I'm watching you. You just THINK I'm asleep.

Me: Ah. I see.

Scooter: That's not funny.

Me: What??

Scooter: Sarcasm hurts.

Me: Like I started to say...you've been around a long time and I think it's time...

Scooter: Goodbye chicken and tuna. Please tell Nanny that I loved my blankie. She won't let you get away with this you know.

Me: Stop. You're being dramatic. I'm saying it's time for a new photo of you. That's all.

Scooter: I'm a handsome devil.

Me: You're half right.

Scooter: I have a nice smile.

Me: That's a smirk. Besides, in the next photo, you bit me.

Scooter: Noooo.

Me: You did, and you do. I have the puncture marks and scars to prove it.

Scooter: You're awfully cynical. Have you always been like this??

Me: When did this become about me??

Scooter: You should learn to relax.

Me: 18 hours a day??

Scooter: I'm sensing sarcasm again.

BOO!!!!!!!!!

Life Is Just One Cookie After Another

My Fortune Cookie told me that "Tomorrow would be a great day to put Slinkies on an escalator."

Moving...and other horrors...

Scooter: Why have you done this??

Me: Done what??

Scooter: You know...the big move...leaving hearth and home...

Me: Moving has your feathers ruffled??

Scooter: I don't have feathers.

Me: It's a figure of speech.

Scooter: Is that comment about my weight?? Look, I run and run...it's my metabolism I tell ya...

Me: You're changing the subject. Why don't you want to talk about the move??

Scooter: I'm traumatized.

Me: It hasn't hurt your sleeping habits.

Scooter: Stress will do that to a body.

Me: Scooter we moved because we needed more room.

Scooter: All we really needed was room for the litter box and a bit of space so that I could chase Cricket.

Me:

Scooter: Whaaa?? What did I say??

Me: I thought you two had resolved all of your differences.

Scooter: We have. We've decided that it's better if we suffer together. Misery likes company.

Me: You would be Misery, I presume??

Scooter: Uh, yeah, I guess so.

Me: So you don't like the house??

Scooter: I'm not saying that.

Me: So then Cricket doesn't like the house??

Scooter: I'm not saying that either.

Me: What are you saying??

Scooter: Uh...just that I don't want you to think that I'm getting nice in my old age.

Me: I could never think that.

Scooter: I think I'll go blap now...there are so many new rooms to try out.

Me: You're a nasty cat...just make sure that these habits don't rub off on Cricket.

Scooter: She just blapped in the hallway. Heh heh heh.

Little Miss Blap Herself

Cats are such interesting little people। They can be your best friend (on their terms, of course) and your worst enemy. Sometimes all of this happens within the course of 15 minutes.

Scooter likes nothing more in this life but to suffer. He excels at suffering. When we're eating...he rolls on his side to look like he's in his death throws...and presumably a small (or not so small) morsel will give him strength and reason to live.

He knows how to "work the crowd too. Erik gets the "I'm dying now...please drop it as soon as you can...and do you want to see me beg" routine.

I usually get "the look". I swear this cat knows that I can't handle that look he gives me.

Now before I get hoards of mail telling me how dangerous it is to give a cat table food...let me assure you we're not feeding him chili or any other combustible. (Heaven spare us from such a day!!)

Cricket on the other hand has no interest in begging for food. She's quite content with her Feline Greenies. It's not that Scooter isn't content with them...the fact is...he's content with everything food-wise.

Dinnertime...the cats' dinnertime usually goes something like this। Two bowls are filled...one for Scooter...one for Cricket.

The bowls are given out...and the grazing commences. Scooter will eat out of his bowl until Cricket is done...at which time, he finishes off her food and then comes back to his own. (Again...no letters...we've tried everything and this seems to work for both of them.)

So, there you have it। We've moved. Somehow the cats found out about it and followed us here. They're already as happy as toads (how do we know that toads are happy??) and all is right with the world...our little corner of it anyhow.

Shelley

Happy Birthday to Irish Coffee...Girl of My Dreams

(Pictured above is Queen Coffee-all decked for St. Paddy's Day)

Happy Birthday to YOU
Happy Birthday to YOU
Happy Birthday Deeeeear Coooofffffeeee...
love of my life...sweet sugar on the spoon of my existence...
my little pitted prune...my cuppy cuppy cake...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!

**Due to powers beyond his control, Scooter was unable to post this birthday greeting for Coffee until one day after the fact. He throws himself on her mercy.

Pippen!!

Me: Scooter doesn't normally share his blog. Uh, Scooter doesn't normally share. I digress. This, however is a special occasion. Today he welcomes Pippen to Catster!! She is his cousin, on his Daddy's side.
Scooter: What do you mean I don't share??
Me: Just say hello to Pippen.
Scooter: Is there any turkey left??
Me: So...without further delay...
Helloooooo Pippen!! Welcome to Catster.

Dashing Through The House...

In a one cat open sleigh!!

Scooter: I'll never forgive you for this.

Me: It's the last one Scooter (for this year) I promise.

Scooter: This is inhumane. My ears are being crushed.

Me: Oh Scooty you look adorable.

Scooter: These things have lights. I don't do lights.

Me: But...look at you!!

Scooter: Do I have to??

Me: You are going to be an inspiration to other cats!!

Scooter: To do what??

Me: Guess!!

Scooter: To throw themselves from buildings??

Me: To celebrate the season!!

Scooter: Gag me.

Me: Oh Scooty...it's Christmas.

Scooter: Right!! ...and you should be cutting me some slack.

Me: Would it help if I dressed Cricket up too??

Scooter: Couldn't we just send her to the Witness Protection Program and call it even??

Me: Merry Christmas Big Fella.

Scooter: You too Ma.

Santa Baby

Scooter: I can't believe you put this Santa hat on me.

Me: Heh heh. Believe it.
Scooter: There's no sense to this. I don't feel anymore festive.
Me: You look festive.
Scooter: I feel like a lawn ornament in the bad part of town.
Me: My poor kitty.
Scooter: Do I get my turkey yet??
Me: Excuse me??
Scooter: I think this photo entitles me to partake of the bird!!
Me: Check the calendar Santa Baby...it's still a week till Christmas.
Scooter: Does this mean what I think it means??
Me: Say Cheeeeeeeeeese!!

Merry is my middle name...

Scooter: Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrraaaaaaaaaaghhhhhh!!

Me: Sit still!!

Scooter: My ears, my ears!!

Me: Sit still.

Scooter: This is cruel.

Me: It's once a year and if you'd just sit still it would be over.

Scooter: This isn't fair.

Me: What isn't fair is the fact that you lounge on the sofa like a beached walrus.

Scooter: Was that necessary??

Me: Yes.

Scooter: Make this snowman go away.

Me: Why can't you be festive like other cats I've seen??

Scooter: Me?? I love Christmas...the turkey, the lights (they're tasty too), the turkey, the tree (the needles are like tiny little toothpicks), the turkey...

Me: Yeah, ok, ok, I got the idea.

Scooter: It seems to me that you're making too much of this photo op.

Me: Well, hold on tinsel boy, I haven't gotten out the Santa hat or the reindeer antlers yet.

Scooter: Can't we just go straight to the turkey??

Me: A few more shots and we'll talk.

Scooter: Well, don't you just know that MERRY is my middle name!!

And THIS is why I'm not a DOG...

She Thinks I'm Hot!!

Me: Scooter, what are you doing??

Scooter: Brushing my fur, flossing, checking my breath for just the right scent of tuna.

Me: Uh, why??

Scooter: I think I have a girlfriend.

Me:

Me:

Me:

Me: Sorry, what??

Scooter: You know, a girlfriend, a female cat, someone to cough up hairballs with.

Me: Ok...you lost me...what are you talking about??

Scooter: Oh, she is beeeeeautiful. Her name is Coffee (swoon) and she's the same age as me and she looks like me and I think I'm in love and I have it on good authority that she thinks I'm hot.

Me: Hot as in a gland condition??

Scooter: Hot as in she liiiiiiiiiiiikes me.

Me: My little boy is growing up.

Scooter: I'm 9 now, that's 52 of your years.

Me: The next thing you'll be telling me is that you're driving too.

Scooter:

Scooter:

Scooter:

Me: Scooter??

Scooter: I was daydreaming on Route 66.

Me: What "good authority"??

Scooter: I'm not at liberty to say.

Me: I'm your mother.

Scooter: I'm older than you.

Me: I clean your litter box. (This is the mother's equivalent to "I wash your underwear.")

Scooter: Good point. I'm still not saying.

Me: Well, you'll keep me updated on this relationship??

Scooter: If I don't will you still clean my litter box?

Me: Not a hope big fella.

Scooter: I should go lie down now??

Me: Probably a good idea.

Ok...so call me crazy.

Did my cat just say he was HOT and that he had that on "good authority"?? I am crazy. My cat has a life. It's not bad enough that he has this blog, but now he has a girlfriend and a life too?? C'mon. This is getting to be too much.

Maybe it's because it's almost Christmas and my mind is just in a pre-holiday turmoil??

-pause-

Nah...I'm crazy and my 52 year old cat (isn't he too old to be getting a girlfriend??) is making it worse.

On the upside...Coffee looks to be a lovely girl. I mean, who could resist that sweet tabby face??

Obviously, not my Scooter.

Click to see Coffee

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Scooter and the girly girl, Cricket wish you and yours a wonderful holiday!!

Shelley

The Green Eyed Monster...

The Green Eyed Monster

Me: What are you staring at??
Scooter: Her.
Me: Her, meaning Cricket??
Scooter: Yes...I'm plotting her demise.
Me: Uh...why??
Scooter: Woe and general nonhappiness.
Me: Woe?? ...and I don't think "nonhappiness" is a word
Scooter: I'm suffering grave mental anguish and you're worried about grammar.
Me: Oh not this again. I love you equally and in different ways.
Scooter: She's trying to be cute and steal your affection.
Me: She IS cute...but Scooter you'll always be my baby...my "little man".
Scooter: She's staring at me.
Me: Uh, could be because you're staring at HER.
Scooter: It's a little disconserting.
Me: The two of you are hopeless.
Scooter: Maybe I could just strong arm her. You know, show her my general strength and natural prowess.
Me: Ah...be the man sort of thing??
Scooter: Yeah...like run at full tilt...show her how fast I am.
Me: Like "the chair incident" the other day??
Scooter: Well, that was uncalled for. I don't feel comfortable talking about it.
Me: We'll leave that for another day then??
Scooter: Another day...another millenia
Me: You scared the giblets out of me...not to mention Rebecca.
Scooter: I was trying to keep you on your toes.
Me: It scared YOU.
Scooter: That's below the belt.
Me: You don't wear a belt.
Scooter: Details.
Me: Don't you have something to shred??
Scooter: No, but I'm thinking about tossing a hairball on the rug.
Me: I can't wait.
Scooter: You DO care.


There are times that I wonder what goes through the mind of a cat. No, scratch that (pun intended) there are times I wonder if ANYTHING goes through the mind of a cat.
Cricket...the new girl on the block is quite enjoying her life of leisure. She has staked out little places that are her exlusive domain and there she's quite content to snooze and snore.
Scooter, on the other hand feels it necessary to impress the fire out of Cricket. I thought at first that he'd get this out of his system but oh no...EVERY day is "I'm the man...look at me day". On Wednesday, Rebecca was with me...home sick from school. She snoozed on the sofa and had the occasional sip of apple juice. I was doing my best to keep the house quiet so that she would rest. Little did I know...

Out of the blue Scooter bounded like a Banshee on steroids!! His shoulders and head down he ran like a bull moose in the rut. Instead of downing trees Scooter headed straight for the glider rocker.

Rebecca turned to watch...

I was by the stereo...

Scooter went in for the kill...

What happend next is a little blurry...

There was a crash. Rebecca bolted up. I very nearly brought the stereo down on top of me.

And.............................Cricket??

She didn't even open her snoozing eyes.

Poor Scooter. He got the worst of it. Not only was he embarassed...his eyes were huge and he had a look of terror that is only seen in really bad Sci-Fi movies from the 50's. He retreated to the girls' room.

Rebecca was impressed with the rocker lying prone on the floor. My heart rate reached an all-time high. Scooter's ego was bruised. Cricket slept.

Life goes on.

Wordless Wednesday

Scooter Says...

and it has my Mommy scared to death!!

Oh ya...warming my fur by the tree lights...swatting at ornaments...chasing Cricket by the hearth.

Nothing quite says the Holidays like terrorizing the family!!

I was thinking of making a list for myself of things that I neeeeeeeeed. If you have any suggestions, please drop me a line.

Meanwhile, I'm working on my "cute and innocent" look. (See above)

Wordless Wednesday!!

Happy Halloween
From Scooter's Mommy!!

It's a Bird...It's a Plane...

IT'S ANOTHER CAT!!

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Scooter: Oh wooooooe is me.
Scooter: Oh wooooooe is me.
Scooter: Oh wooooooe is me.

Me: Uh, Scooter...
Scooter: Oh the pain, the suffering, the heartbreak of psoriasis.
Me: You don't have psoriasis.
Scooter: It's worse. You brought home a cat. A girl cat. A FEEEEmale.
Me: Isn't she great Scooter??
**(And this is where it got interesting!!)
Scooter: "Mmrmrrrrroooooorwrooooweroooowerooooweroooowerooower"
CRICKET: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Erik: What was that??
Scooter: **See above.
CRICKET: YAAAAAAAAAAAAWN.
Me: Are we sensing jealousy here??
Scooter: No. Angst. Anger. Plotting.
Me: Scooter...just look at her!! She's adorable.
Scooter: She's "here". How long is she staying?? A couple of days?? A week?? I guess a week would be ok. I could hang out under the couch and shred the wall.
Me: Well big fella...it's like this...
Scooter: WHAT????? No no no no no no no. Look, I'm a stand up guy (He is...he begs like a dog.) but what's with the girly girl?? We don't need her. Look at her...she's a girl. She's going to sit around all day and primp.
Me: Uh, YOU primp all day.
Scooter: Ok, bad example. Stop wounding me like this. I won't blap for a week!! I'll come when you call me!! I won't turn my nose up at my food (except that icky stuff I don't like). Me: You're ok with this?

Scooter: I'm hungry.
Me: This is getting off topic.

Scooter: I'll be under the sofa shredding the wall.

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And thus...we got Cricket.

I love cats. I can't help it and make no apologies for it. When it comes to cats as pets they are obnoxious, rude, standoff-ish and downright cuddly.

It's been almost three weeks now and Cricket the Cat is settling in nicely. Although his poor nose is slightly out of joint, Scooter is coming to terms with the fact that there is now another mouth to feed and we really do still love him.

Cricket could care less about the fact that there is another cat in the house, and given the chance she would become the "Alpha Dog". Scooter is when all is said and done, a big marshmallow.

Cricket is 3 years old to Scooter's 9. She was adopted from a shelter run out of a local pet supply company. She had been in a home with her brother and a dog. Sadly, the children in the home developed allergies and the animals needed new "forever homes".

Kittens...those delicious little fluff balls are irresistible but there is something so endearing about an adult cat who really needs a home. They look at you with eyes that say, "I didn't get here by choice."

Scooter's reaction was important to us too however. He is after all good enough to let us live with him. We kept Cricket in a room by herself for a couple of days. This gave her time to settle in and get used to new smells and new surroundings. It gave Scooter a chance to get over his migraine.

Once the initial shock was over we slowly moved Cricket out into the living room. Over the week, we moved her food bowl ever closer to Scooter's. ("A plot...a plot", he cries!!)

Despite a few gnarly hissy fits...we're blending as a family. We've officially become 2 cats, no waiting.

There's a moral in here somewhere, but I can't think of it.

Shelley

The Long Hello...

Scooter: Ok, so that's the longest extended Honeymoon in the history of Honeymoondom.

Me: It wasn't really a Honeymoon Scooter. I've been lazy. I have no excuses.

Scooter: So, once more, you left me with SO much to say and no way to say it.

Me: You're upset.

Scooter: And my brush with death?? Who knows of this??

Me: All those who care about you know, Scooter.

Scooter: Ah...so you DID send out a world wide email at least.

Me: I give up.

Since last we visited Scooter's World...

Shelley and Erik were married!! Yes, it's true, it's true!! It was a lovely little ceremony with Erik's brother Nik as best man and my dear friend Susan as Matron of Honor. It was chilly out, but the day was bri...

Scooter: HOLD ON, RIGHT THERE...SO FAR THERE ISN'T ONE THING ABOUT ME LADY. DID YOU READ THE TITLE OF THIS BLOG?? SCOOTER SPEAKS...NOT BLAH BLAH BLAH AND THE BLEATING OF THE SHEEP.

Me: Scooter, your strongarm tactics are getting nastier as the years go on. You really are a grumpy old man.

Let's see...where to begin...

The night before we were to tie the knot, we noticed that our boy was not only quiet but downright pale and limping. We thought perhaps he'd jumped up somewhere and injured himself. There was no sign of a broken limb. We thought this a very good sign until...

The beginnings of "stomach troubles".

Scooter: Wait a minute...hold the phone...hold everything!!

Me: What??

Scooter: No one wants to hear about my...uh...problem that night.

Me: Well, suck it up furboy...you insisted that we talk about YOU...so...we're talking about YOU.

Scooter: Slink...slink...slink.

Me: And now to continue...and if the weak-stomachs want to stop here, I will understand.

Scooter: Can I leave now too??

Me: I am guilt-free here bud...you were the one who decided to get sick when you did. Now as I started to say...Scooter started to limp...worse yet, he had some SEVERE stomach issues going on. He had the runs in olympic proportions.

Scooter: I think I'll go shred the violets now.

Me: At this point, it was almost 2 am and things (Scooter included) were "slowing down". We made the decision to call first thing in the am.

Scooter: I could have died.

Me: Go shred the violets while I finish the story.

Scooter: Munch, munnnch, burp.

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Without going into a long drawn out detail, we had our ceremony (MARRIED!!) and came home and picked up the cat and went to the vet's office. We have the dubious honor of being the first people to come in on their wedding day. Now I ask you, who keeps track of these things??

The vet could find nothing wrong with the front leg that he was favoring, but he was still having obvious difficulties.

We were sent home with some Kitty Imodium (hurray) and the next day he would have exrays ($$), bloodwork ($$), and numerous other $$$$$$'s.

In wrapping up...Scooter was put on an antibiotic for fear of a parasite and steroids for his joint pain. It was with sadness that we allowed the steroids because now we know his dream of playing with the New York Yankees will not be realized.

The happy news is that our boy is back to his grumpy self, shredding violets and attacking any passing legs that come his way.

As for Erik and me...happy as clams...and revelling in saying Mr and Mrs...and furry son.

Annette said...

I am still so happy for you! So glad also that Scooter is doing better and can sit up and beg again.

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