Cat Saturday: While Layla's Away, The Cats Will Play
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Merlin here, filling in for my mom Layla, who is at something called a cat writers conference, plus a cat show westchester feline.org
I don't care, as long as she doesn't bring any more cats home. It's been annoying to say the least with the two foster kitties. I caught a bad bug and not the edible kind. Finally after two weeks, two vet house calls and two kinds of antibiotics, oodles of love and energy healing, baby I'm baaack looking fine, if I do say so myself. My loud voice box still sounds like a three pack-a-day smoker's, but kinda sexy, ya know what I'm sayin'?
So NEWS & MEWS...enough about me. The rugrat Odin is too hyper for an old dude like me and I spray him with mega-hissing to stay away. I don't undertand why everyone thinks he's so cute.
Look at him trying to explore the bath. Is that cute? I say stupid. When I was a young whippersnapper, I fell into the bath. Never again. Let him learn the hard way, ha ha ha. You know how stupid he is? He's letting Layla leash train like a DOG, and he likes it!
He's stretching like a rubber band. I guess you'd call it a growth spurt. Layla plugged into the wall something called Feliway which is supposed to mellow us out so we're all simpatico. I'm just glad to sniffing in the garden again before winter freezes my ball sacs off. Speaking of balls, all has been cool with big bruiser Domino, but a couple nights ago fur flew when he chased a big monster black cat off the porch. Is his arch rival Rambo back in town? He'd better not mess with the big D. Don't you think he'd make a good NFL linebacker? It's good to know he has my back.
It looks like Gris Gris, the old Russian blue foster and one-toothed wonder will be a permanent house guest. Unlike most guests, he doesn't smell fishy after three days. In fact, don' t mind if he does smell fishy. He's quiet, respectful and Garbo-like when it comes to being photographed. He's trying hard to suck up to me and I like that. His fur is getting almost as sleek as mine, and the way he trots around, I wonder if he was a greyhound in another life.
"Mr. DeMille, I'm so not ready for my close-up," says the shadowy Gris Gris.
This writing business is exhausting, must run... I have a rendez-vous under a duvet. Layla will be back next week with lots of new kitty pix and who knows what else.
Merlin here, filling in for my mom Layla, who is at something called a cat writers conference, plus a cat show westchester feline.org
I don't care, as long as she doesn't bring any more cats home. It's been annoying to say the least with the two foster kitties. I caught a bad bug and not the edible kind. Finally after two weeks, two vet house calls and two kinds of antibiotics, oodles of love and energy healing, baby I'm baaack looking fine, if I do say so myself. My loud voice box still sounds like a three pack-a-day smoker's, but kinda sexy, ya know what I'm sayin'?
So NEWS & MEWS...enough about me. The rugrat Odin is too hyper for an old dude like me and I spray him with mega-hissing to stay away. I don't undertand why everyone thinks he's so cute.
Look at him trying to explore the bath. Is that cute? I say stupid. When I was a young whippersnapper, I fell into the bath. Never again. Let him learn the hard way, ha ha ha. You know how stupid he is? He's letting Layla leash train like a DOG, and he likes it!
He's stretching like a rubber band. I guess you'd call it a growth spurt. Layla plugged into the wall something called Feliway which is supposed to mellow us out so we're all simpatico. I'm just glad to sniffing in the garden again before winter freezes my ball sacs off. Speaking of balls, all has been cool with big bruiser Domino, but a couple nights ago fur flew when he chased a big monster black cat off the porch. Is his arch rival Rambo back in town? He'd better not mess with the big D. Don't you think he'd make a good NFL linebacker? It's good to know he has my back.
It looks like Gris Gris, the old Russian blue foster and one-toothed wonder will be a permanent house guest. Unlike most guests, he doesn't smell fishy after three days. In fact, don' t mind if he does smell fishy. He's quiet, respectful and Garbo-like when it comes to being photographed. He's trying hard to suck up to me and I like that. His fur is getting almost as sleek as mine, and the way he trots around, I wonder if he was a greyhound in another life.
"Mr. DeMille, I'm so not ready for my close-up," says the shadowy Gris Gris.
This writing business is exhausting, must run... I have a rendez-vous under a duvet. Layla will be back next week with lots of new kitty pix and who knows what else.
Posted by Layla Morgan Wilde at 11/20/2010 6:11 AM 
Categories: Cats, Westchester County, Humor
Tags: Feliway Cat writers conference westchester cat show cat writers conference caturday russian blue oneeyed cats foster cats
Categories: Cats, Westchester County, Humor
Tags: Feliway Cat writers conference westchester cat show cat writers conference caturday russian blue oneeyed cats foster cats
Merlin, I think you might have to talk you mom into letting you write Cat Saturday more often! I'm so glad you're feeling better. I think you should give little Odin a chance, though - just think how much he could learn from you (and clearly, he's in dire need of a teacher if he's allowing your mom to leash train him!).
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Merlin, you do a GREAT job subbing for Mom. What a wit! I never realized.
You could be Jack Katouac!!!! In fact, I think you are!
Best Regards to your mom. Glad you don't hate the other Gods that much.
Well, ta ta Merlin. Must go. Cheddar keeps squeaking at me for hugz and kisses. If I don't comply, he'll sit on my keyboard until I do. Got photographic proof of him wrecking my Gather commenting the other day.
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I enjoyed reading this
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Merlin, you did a really good job writing the blog with Mom away. We sure are glad that you are feeling better. That Odin is so cute. We just can't see how Mom could give that one up. And GrisGris is looking great. Glad to know he has a forever home. He looks right at home.
Hope Mom had fun at the conference.
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Oh Merlin, you are the wisest of cats! You're loving even when you're annoyed at the youngsters, you can compliment Gris-Gris and handle big D. with courage and intelligence. We are SO glad to hear you're feeling better. We were very concerned about you. Lots of purrs to you,
Miss Bella and Sele
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So cool that Layla is at the Cat Writer's Conference. Some day I will send my staff. But, it is way cool you are writing the log yourself. Love seeing you all - Fisher
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Merlin, with witty remarks like, "I caught a bug but not the edible kind," you're bound to win my laughter and my heart. I'll be sure to let Layla know what a standup job you've done in her absence.
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