Saturday Site

Today it's about ME: Perry! The KING of this city jungle not the Cranky Ol Sour Puss which the kid cat Noir calls me. I am the handsome orange tabby or maybe you'd call me ginger tabby. I like orange because tigers are orange and got stripes---like ME.

Anyway Tom (that's what I call her instead of Tommy) had her get together with her litter of writer friends today. Came home all happy and excited because one of them is gonna be published in some book about chickens. No-wait, that's not it. Hmm. It's chicken soup! I like chicken soup. OK--wait. The kid cat Noir just told me: Chicken Soup for the Soul. Tom's writer friend wrote about being a twin. So? This cat Tom brought in had the kid cat Noir and three others. Oh well, Tom is happy for the writer, so I'll be happy for the writer friend too. I still like chicken soup. Does anybody write about that?

The kid cat Noir posts kitten pictures of himself. Hiss. I was here WAY before any em. Before they invaded MY space and MY Tom. So here's a picture of ME now and one when I was about the kid cat Noir's age. Just something about my pretty orange fur. When Tom took me to the doctor the first time, he said Tom would enjoy my disposition. I didn't know what meant, I was too busy trying to jump off the table. Tom says, through the years I've never bored her. Purr-fect felines are like that.

Speaking of bore, back to my picture. The yawn I have? Even tho I was a kid cat back then- I already ready knew something in the future would bore me to sleep: Noir.

How in the world can I be called cranky when I'm just honest?

Friday is OK

This my Best Girl. Mommy. Tommy says Mommy was really still a itty bitty cat herself when she had us underneath Tommy's bed. Tommy always says how amazed she is that Mommy knew what do with us. Never went far when we learned how to walk and all. How Mommy screamed at Tommy when Earl Gray screamed as Tommy gave him a bath to get rid of critters that made us itch when we were itty bitty cats. Mommy was MAD. Mommy made sure Earl Gray, the rest of us were OK after those baths. Mommy stayed so curled to us that night. Tommy says Mommy carries around these toys now just so she can remember how it was when we were itty bitty. Maybe so. I just know Mommy makes Friday and everyday OK. She's my Best Girl.



Don't tell Tommy.

Ears Have It

Tommy thinks she's funny. Dug up this picture of Me and Earl Gray when we were itty bitty cats. On top of Earl Gray being a cute bat, Tommy says she wanted us to see how our itty bitty cat ears made us look like a guy named Yoda. I don't know who that is. But Tommy just laughs and keeps saying how some force is with us. We don't look anything like that Yoda guy--especially Me! He's green. Let's just see how the force is with Tommy when I don't purr for awhile.

Wicked Wednesday

My brother Earl Gray doesn't look too happy. Maybe cause Tommy said he looks like a bat. Earl Gray says he gets SO tired of Tommy taking pictures of him. So he decided to make this face. Tommy sure didn't care. She said Earl Gray could look like bat and still be cute. Hmm.

Not as cute as ME.

Don't tell Earl Gray.

Snuggles

It's cold here in Dallas. The weather humans say "ice" maybe tomorrow. Tommy says as long as everyone is safe and warm, she's ok with ice-gives her a reason to stay home with us. This picture is when we were all itty bitty cats and 4 of us were still together. That's my sister Sophie, a calico, at the very top. My brother Silver to the left. Earl Gray--always sleeping-to the right-and ME. Mommy was close for milk and warm. Just like tonight. Mommy is still the best blanket ever.

Serene

Nothing much today. Tommy came home after she got her Praise On. Still not sure what that means. Yet Tommy smiles alot, so it's gotta be good. We're all kinda taking it slow today. Like Mommy and her brother, Uncle MaxMaxx. While the sun shines and birds flock to our feeders, Tommy looked at pictures of other houses. Says she wants us to have a bigger house someday, especially one with a master bathroom. I don't get it. Isn't one litter box enough for human? I guess not . Oh well. Tommy says unless us cats get a job or other humans buy Tommy's writing, we'll stay put for the time being. I all ready know I'm allergic to jobs, so this house does just fine. Got my choice of window. Now I am tired. Time to curl with Mommy and Uncle MaxMaxx.

Saturday Screen Scene

Tommy took this picture of Cranky Ol Sour Puss Perry (up front) and my Daddy Peyton, as they looked out the screen door at her.

It was nightime then. Cranky Ol Sour Puss was hollering at Tommy. Instead of ginger tabby cats, Tommy says, they look like something from the X-Files.

I don't know what that means. Tommy laughed so it must be funny. So I laughed too.

Friday at Our House

This is Mommy and my brother Earl Gray. Tommy says he was the last born.
She got up the next morning, and saw four itty bitty baby cats.
When the night before there were three.
Earl Gray arrived...late as usual!

I love my brother. Mommy loves him too. But I think she loves me better.

Don't tell Earl Gray.

Maybe

So this is the man and his wife who just moved into the big White House.

Tommy says she's happy they are finally there.

Hmm.

They look nice enough. The wife looks pretty in her dress. The man, Tommy says, looks dapper. I don't know what that means. Tommy smiled when she said it. So it's good.

They do look kinda nice standing on that big bird on the floor.

Wonder how that bird would taste? Any cat would be happy to know.

Anyway, Tommy says "He's our President!"

Hmm.

I wonder if President still wants a puppy?

President got four years.

Will he change his mind?

Maybe.

Tommy is Tuned

So into the TV. Tonight would be her usual American Idol night, but Tommy is watching all this stuff she taped today, since she had to work. That guy who moved his family into that big White House stood outside today and spoke in front a lot of people--cold people. I'm glad I was inside. That guy said his family a puppy and I wonder if they got one? Why not a cat? Nobody is perfect. Hmm.
Oh well.
Anyway Tommy said she's got to watch everything. Calls it History. OK--sure. I call it more time for Me to play Word Twist. I'm gonna see if I can be Mommy to play.

Maybe

Cranky OLD sour puss Perry and my Uncle MaxMaxx-who says he's just big boned--not fat.
Sure.
They usually hiss and paw punch each other.
Never really fight, like Mommy did when she ran after Perry.
He just looked at us itty bitty kittens and Mommy took out after him.
HIS screams were heard loud and clear.
Perry never hurt us. Just like he doesn't really fight with Uncle Maxx.
I think Cranky OLD sour puss Perry really does like us.
Maybe.

Sure And Simple

Sunday has been good.

Tommy says she's in shock because the Arizona Cardinals are going to the Super Bowl. I'm not. How did I know? Just because alot of cardinals visit the feeders Tommy put out and not ONE Eagle! How's that for an omen? We cats are like that.

Now back to Sunday. This is Me and my little stuffed mouse I carry everywhere and like to play fetch with. Tommy says it has seen better days.

Noir

I beg to differ.

My Plan

If I stare at Tommy long enough maybe she'll quit the PC.
Then play a little fetch with her favorite Tuxedo Tabby Cat: ME!
Then Tommy maybe will do something else, like go buy us some food.

Noir

Then I can play Word Twist on Facebook.

Nice Day

Tis Friday. Tis Weekend. Tis BEST time for us Tabby Cats to relax.

Earl Gray

Hmm.
I digress.
The other days are good to relax too.
Just text me when tis time to eat.

One More Day

I am Peyton.

I am Noir's Daddy.

I am the ginger tabby cat with stripes. Nice stripes.

Can you see me? I pretty much stay to myself.

Tommy named me after an athlete: Walter Peyton.

They called him Sweetness. Tommy calls me her Sweetboy.

Another Day

A Bit of Wednesday Tired Weary Tuxedo Tabbies.

Sweet Dreams Had By All.

Tuesday Tags

Tommy's thrilled because her "American Idol" starts tonight.

We Tuxedo Tabbies are thrilled to

Have some major bird watching outside our windows

Until time to check out "American Idol's" new 4th judge.

Will the new judge rival Paula Abdul?

We'll find out in due time.

Now back to the birds.

Monday Marvels.

I'm Perry the Orange Tabby, or as I'd like to say: City Tiger. That kid, Noir-you know him: the gray and white striped one-says I'm cranky. What does HE know anyway? Some young buck cat kid who at this very moment bugs Tom (I call her Tom, not Tommy) to play fetch. She's busy right now. But the kid cat won't let her be. While he's driving Tom crazy I thought I'd get a few words in. To set the record straight. The kid says I'm OLD. GRRRRRRRRRRR.

The kid Noir doesn't get I've been with Tom since 2001--when I was just a kid. About four or five months then. Tom says it was October 2001 when we met. She was back in Iowa because her Daddy has just gone to Heaven. Tom was really sad. One morning, Tom says she opened her Daddy's backdoor to throw out corn for the squirrels and that's when saw a bundle of orange dart to it the corn: ME.

The next few days, Tom would sit outside after she brought me food. I would get close and she would talk to me. She said she sad, but I was still a little scared. But I would sit by her a little bit longer each day. Then one morning, I waited for her by the door. She came outside and I let her pick me up. I nosed her cheek and purred. I was happy and I wanted Tom to be happy. On our drive back to Dallas, I slept on Tom's shoulder. Turns out I gave her ringworm. Tom says she forgave me. She knew it was because I'd lived outside until she brought me in and after she realized her arm wouldn't fall off.

Tom told people I looked like a kitten she had a long time ago named Tiger Paw. She saw him one night and then not again. He had to be an outdoor cat, her mom said. That always made Toms sad. October 2001, with her Daddy gone to Heaven,to be with her mom, Tom always said her parents sent me to help her not be so sad. That's why I know we'll be together forever-even is this kid Noir and rest of em drive me NUTS. Tom's happy. I can put up with them for that!

And Tom's Daddy? Fun ol' guy he is. I like to catch the circles of smoke he puffs from his cigar.

Don't tell Tom.

Show n Tell Sunday

I wanted to show more pictures to show all my cat chums and their humans. These were when I was really itty bitty and don't remember at all. Mommy says sometimes she misses us being so itty bitty. And when Tommy came home from what she says was getting her praise on....I don't know what means-she had a big ol' thing of ice cream! Does mean our diet is over? There will be some mighty good bottom of the bowl ice cream lickin's when we watch Desperate Housewives tonight! Enjoy the pictures!
Me
Uncle MaxMaxx checks out his niece and nephew (ME!)

Me and Mommy snackin

Earl Gray

Earl Gray and Mommy

Earl Gray and Mommy now

Saturday Stuff

Tommy says we're all going on a diet.

Cranky ol' sour puss Perry says it's because Tommy lost a whole bunch of weight way before any of us showed up. Perry says he was a happier cat then too. I don't like him.

Mommy says a diet might be a good idea. She kepts saying 'baby fat.' I don't know what that means. Uncle MaxMaxx says it's just another one of Tommy's fool ideas. Like when she tries to paint one of our walls. Then she paints over it because the color of it isn't as pretty as thought it would be. Kinda like the small wall in the hallway was this tangerine color. That's what Mommy said the color was. It was just ugly to Me.

Tommy painted it all white again. And now can't make up her mind what color to make it. She even said she wants another house. Hmm. Maybe Uncle MaxMaxx is right after all.

And what if Tommy loses more weight? What if her lap doesn't feel the same? I wouldn't like that. Think I'll be like Uncle MaxMaxx, who could stand to really lose a few--and take a nap to wait it out. A nap solves everything.

Friday Doesn't Go Without Saying

We're cats.
Tuxedo tabbies actually.
We're brothers.
We fight. We make up.
Just like all GOOD Brothers do.
Yes, we are.


Happy Friday and headbunts to my and Brother Earl Gray's Feline Friends and their Humans.

Thursday

These Tuxedos are tired. I'm not. So that means:

more food for Me and Tommy during the Oklahoma/Florida football game for the NCAA Championship. Grrr. I still think Texas should be #1. Oh well. Tommy's lap awaits.

TV Memory

I curled up with Tommy to watch some TV. Since the Dallas Cowboys aren't playing anymore, Tommy doesn't seem to turn on the TV as much. Which is too bad, because I'm not too good with the remote when she's not here, and us cats like us alittle TV. Anyway. Tommy and Me watched a show that looked kinda old--I mean, all the female humans had their clothes and the male humans weren't cussing and nobody was taking a naked nap together. Yep. Looked like REAL ol' TV, kinda like cranky ol' sour puss cat in residence, Perry. In the TV show's opening, this long haired female walked down this street and threw her cap up in the air. There was fluffy ball at the tip. WOW! If I'd caught that, it was MINE. Tommy laughed at lot of the TV show we watched. Tommy said, since she's all grown up now, she gets the humor. Tommy said, "They don't make em like that way anymore." The females were Mary, Rhoda and Phyllis. Mary's the one that threw her cap up in the air. Rhoda seemed to be fun. Like she would let a couple cats own her, but that Phyllis. Something bout her. She looked so familiar, but didn't. She talked, but didn't seem to yak on and on and on from what I thought I knew her from. Maybe because this TV show was so long ago. Then Tommy said, "Look at that Cloris! A little different from Dancing With the Stars, huh?" THAT WAS IT! Me and Tommy LOVED DWTS, except we didn't vote for Phyllis er, I mean Cloris and voted for Warren Sapp. I hope Tommy and Me watch this show again. It was called "The Mary Tyler Moore Show." I liked it even tho Mr. Grant told Mary to make him a drink, while they were at work! I guess the show is a little old. Where's that ball on her cap??

Another Day

YEA! Tommy stayed home again today. Says she feels more like herself today. After Tommy fed us and cleaned our boxes, she ate a little bit and went back to bed. She slept really good. That's because all of us cats were curled by her. I'm glad we can take care of her, especially ME. I will show you all my family, even cranky ol' sour puss Perry. I've heard Tommy say she never planned to have so many of us.She didn't know Mommy was really a girl until she had Me and brothers and sister under Tommy's bed. Tommy says Mommy looked like a 'runt' and thought stuff hadn't all developed. So she didn't rush to get everybody snipped. I don't know what that means--oh wait, yes I do. The day Tommy took me this place, where they kept me in a cage. I hissed at this lady when she tried to reach in and get Me. Tommy tried to talk to me and calm me down. I just wanted to go home. OK, my brother Silver and Sophie found nice homes. Now, Tommy says who would she give away? We're all a little family.

Peyton, my daddy. Got my stripes from him. Me and Mommy. Brother Earl Gray.

Uncle MaxMaxx. He's Fat. Cranky ol Sour puss, Perry

Purr!

Tommy is staying home today! She doesn't feel good. Says the stew she made yesterday 'stewed' her. I don't know what that means. I just know she's back in bed. I get to curl up to Tommy. Except the ol' cranky sour puss, Perry will fight ME for her. That's him on Tommy's dress. She's had him for almost 8 years Tommy says. Hmm. He's gotta be my Tommy when she's in bed. When I try to get close he just stares at me and I keep my distance. I don't like him. But I will try to take care of my Tommy even if ol cranky sour puss gets in the way.

So She Says

Tommy says I gotta wait for her to play with ME. Grrr. She says since the Dallas Cowboys aren't playing football for a really long time (I think QB Tony Romo needs to man up), that gives HER time to clean. Like our kitchen she says. Tommy says she's afraid some human eating mutant plant will spring from the sink because of the dishes she's gotta wash by hand. Tommy mutters she wants a dishwasher but she'd have to buy one and then have it installed. Hmm. She already washes dishes herself. Why does she need to buy another dishwasher? I don't get it. After I dropped my little stuffed mouse at her feet. Tommy did pet me and says, "You're my Baby Noir." Then says she needs to do dishes and how bout I go take a nap? Then we'll play later. For this one time, I'll do what I'm told. Me and my bestest girl: Mommy.

I wonder

Why sometimes Tommy shuts the door in my Tuxedo Tabby face? She says she's gotta take a shower and shuts the door. Why? She's got a foot stool in there that I sit on, with my little stuffed mouse, and wait for her. Sometimes the water comes over the shower door. But she shuts the door. I scratch it. Sometimes Tommy opens it after her shower, but others times she doesn't. I thought she loved ME.

Like the one time, as I curled on Tommy's lap while she was on the phone, I pretended to be sleep (I do that alot. Don't tell Tommy.) I heard Tommy tell somebody how she sat with somebody she worked with at somewhere with the first name Star and the last name Bucks, for 2 hours with me. Tommy tried to talk the somebody she worked with to take me home. I know I was itty bitty then, but I remember that. It was hot that day and we sat outside. I climbed all over the somebody Tommy worked with. She kept saying I was cute.

Then this male human showed up. Tommy was really surprised to see him. Turns out he was a male human she spent alot of time with. He looked at ME and said, "What is that?" Tommy told him I was a kitten and my name was Noir. I looked at him. He looked at ME. I'm glad Tommy doesn't spend any more time with him. I didn't like him.

I crawled all over that somebody that Tommy worked with because if I scratched her maybe , Tommy wouldn't give me away. I loved Tommy and hoped maybe she would love me plenty so I didn't have to go somewhere else. A few days later, the somebody Tommy worked with said she didn't want me, eventho I looked like her cats, except I had stripes. She didn't want stripes. I didn't like her anyway.

Tommy tried to give ME to other people. They said they wanted me then they didn't. Tommy looked at ME one night and said, "I've had enough. You're staying. We'll make due. Somehow." I knew for sure Tommy loved me.

I'll always wonder why she shuts the bathroom door and makes ME wait. When Tommy does open the door, hot air always hits my face, and Tommy pets ME. Then I stretch up against Tommy's leg. She always seems to yell "NOIR!" when I do.

I forgot to keep my claws in. Oops.

The picture is Mommy watching a squirrel.