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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Today's Special: Honors and Accolades At Such A Young Age

This is a very special post because I'm celebrating my very first award! Honors and accolades at such a young age! And I have the stunning one herself, Cathy Keisha ( to thank for it.  I'm afraid I haven't had time to write up an acceptance speech so I'll just have to speak from the heart.  First and foremost I'd like to thank Cathy Keisha of course. I'd like to thank my peeps for FINALLY listening to me and giving me my own blog about 10 months ago.  It took me ages to convince them that a blog was a good idea.  They are very headstrong and...well...I suppose now isn't the time to complain about them (I'll be back to talk about this later...)  Anyway, where was I?  Oh right, yes, I'd like to thank my siblings for being such easy marks - I mean for being so cute - and giving me so much material for this blog. And I'd like to thank you, my readers, for sticking with me over these past months.  It means a lot to me.

Ok, now, enough of that syrupy stuff.  I want to get to the important stuff.  My award...and my image.  I know the paparazzi will be out in droves when they hear about this so...I've decided to go with the  "relaxed, laid back and ready for fame" look.  What do you think?  

Winner of Stylish Blogger Award
Yes, I think that's just right. It really captures my "cool cat" attitude.

Now let's see, from what I understand, I'm supposed to tell you several things abt myself that you might not know.  Hmmm...  I'm thinking.  I'm thinking.  This isn't as easy as it might seem.  I'm not one to give away all my secrets you see, but here are what I consider my important selling points...
Backwards Tail: When I get really happy, my tail lays on my back and shakes. I did this the first time I met the peeps at the shelter. It's my secret weapon.  It reeled them right in!  From that day forward they've always sworn my tail's on backwards. 

Embarrassing Meow: Looking at me, you see a big (I have a lot of muscles) cat.  However, my meow is very high-pitched.  And when I meow I scrunch my face up and close my eyes.

Don't Play Well With Others:  I like my space. If I'm laying on the couch for example, and a sibling gets on the couch, even if it's all the way at the other end, I'll growl at them.  And if they get too close, I'll swat them.  Peeps nicknamed me "grumpy pants" for just this reason. 

Bossy Lap Cat: I love laying with my peeps.  When I'm ready to get settled (which is usually as soon as they sit down) I stare them down until I get just the spot I want.

Not a Picker-Upper: I hate being picked up. Only my extra fav peep can do it without me screaming bloody murder, but ultimately I like my feet firmly planted on the ground.

Did You Smell That? I Didn't: I have the worst sense of smell of any cat peeps have ever known. Having said that...if something is amiss somewhere in the house, I will lead my peeps right to it every time!

Obsessive Kneader: Peeps always try to keep my nails short because when I'm happy (which is just about anytime I'm around the peeps), I pat down (and purr and drool) like you wouldn't believe. Sometimes with all 4 legs and a tail thrown in for the fun of it!

Overactive Paw: I use my paw for everything. Hitting my siblings, tapping my extra fav peep's face to wake them up, knocking food out of peep's hand, pulling food off peep's plate...the list goes on and on.

Stuffed Mouser Extraordinaire: I have 3 stuffed mice that I love. I carry these mice all over the house...meowing as I go...often bringing them to peeps and then waiting for my praise.  On Christmas morning this year I brought one down to peeps and put it right between them as they were opening gifts.

There you have it.  That's me in a nutshell.  If you ask me, with a list like that, I'm not sure why people aren't beating down the front door to claim me as their own!  It really is a mystery isn't it? Ah well...there's no accounting for good taste when it comes to humans.