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.

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