Sunday, August 30, 2009

Spazzy Bear

Son of Babba. Major Goofball. Does not "meow" - he's "rawrs" like a bear...

Saturday, August 29, 2009


Zoomer is the daughter of Babba. Just as opinionated though not nearly as dramatic. In fact, she doesn't say much at all. You have to listen closely to hear her.

She loves veggies and fruits - corn, tomatoes, limes, grapes, green peppers, cukes, melon, avocado, apples - you name it. The kitchen is her domain.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

The Bop (or Babba)

The first of our crew, she is the mother of two of our goobers. Supreme Drama Queen and Uber Opinionated.

The Goobers

I don’t have any kids, so I don’t presume to know what it’s like. I do have 6 very opinionated cats. Each with their own distinct personality - and demands. Right now, they are whining for breakfast.

I’d like to think they prepare me for kids, if I ever have any. I know, all of you with kids want to whop me over the head right now. How could cats ever compare to children? At this point, it’s my best guess.

We feed them twice a day. We make their food. We brush their teeth. We break up fights and broker deals. We punish and reward. We provide companionship.

And they return the favor. They are alarm clocks and bed warmers. Couch potato companions and workout wannabees. They hang out in the kitchen begging for food, constantly asking – When’s dinner? They wake me in the middle of the night when they’re not feeling well or a storm frightens them.

This week, I will introduce you to all of them. Well, you’ve already met the Moke. I’ll probably revisit him and his antics.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Moke

His name is Moke or Mokerson or Moke Moke. Well, those aren’t really his names. More like call signs, tag lines, depending on our moods and his behavior. Moke is one of our six cats and the loudest, most annoying, territorial, rambunctious, intelligent, and exacerbating. Fortunately for him, he’s playful, cute, and likes to snuggle in bed. He sleeps beside me most nights, hogging the pillow. If he sees I’m awake in the middle of the night, he’ll give me a soft mew and a light nudge with his head. Melts my heart and resolve. But before long, he’ll be patrolling the perimeter, harassing and goading the other cats, meowing at the top of his lungs for breakfast.

Moke wandered on to our porch about 7 years ago, sleeping in a pizza box for two weeks while we got to know him and decided to add him to our family. The vet warned us we’d have our hands full. Moke has an extra thumb on one paw, which means it’s easier for him to open cabinet doors to dig in the trash can. Or pry open plastic containers. He is constantly on the move, prowling his territory. Mewing to go outside. Climbing on forbidden countertops. Licking dishes in the sink. Pushing pots filled with food off the stove.

He’s lucky he found us.

I don’t know if anyone else would have the patience…

Edited 8/08/09 to add...

And he's at it again tonight. Trying to pry the lid off a plastic container. Because he wants some WATERMELON!