Cat Saturday-- Bad Boy Kitty Club
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It's official. My house is home of the Bad Boy Kitty Club. There are currently four members but we are open to new ones, even bad kitties of the female persuasion. I am Odin, the ringleader of da fur gang and if you're wondering where Layla is, she's cleaning up my latest mess hehehe. And she thought I'm too young to take over the blog. Boy, she underestimated me. Poor misguided girl, she thinks she's training me with leashes and rules but...
I made her take me all over the property for little fun. She puts this stupid harness on me with a long retractable leash. It's better than being a prisoner but I'm thinking ALL THE TIME how to escape and be FREE. It's my first spring and I want to be EVERYWHERE.
Layla is careful not to let me climb too high or get tangled but that's no fun. She tried the leash to a pole so I couldn't go far while she worked in her herb garden. It was okay. I could sniff, dig and roll around on the grass, but what I really, really wanted to do is be FREE.
Everyone says how much I've grown and how handsome I am even with only one eye. I must admit, it is true.
I can be cute and cuddly too. I slept this week in a Layla sandwich. Me on one side, Merlin on the other and Layla in the middle under the covers. Sweeeet. And I'm making progress being a lap cat while she watches the big box of moving things. I know she likes that but she gets mad at me because I knock things off tables and hide things like her good watch (the one with sparkly things called diamonds) ha ha she still hasn't found it. I'm so sneaky smart I managed to run out the door to FREEDOM even with the new double latch. I ran like the wind and she chased me but I can run faster ha ha. There's so much land and so many trees, I raced up a pretty little tree called a weeping cherry. Layla was yelling and not weeping. Freedom means ignoring those annoying hoomins. I climbed higher but the branch drooped and it was my turn to cry. I slipped but pulled myself up but couldn't turn around. I lost my balance and hung on with two paws until I couldn't and fell about twelve feet. The ground was soft and mushy wheeee, but the way Layla scooped me up you'd think it was twelve hundred feet. Since then, the hoomins are even more vigilant but have no fear, summer is coming and I want more FREEDOM. They call me a crazy cat, but I say crazy like a fox!
It's not fair that my old uncle Gris Gris gets to go out without a leash. He's super sneaky too but stays close to the house AND he comes in when they call, usually after a little cat and mouse game. Guess who is the mouse ? Maybe that kind of wisdom comes with age. My other old uncle Merlin doesn't need a leash because he's old, half blind and like a dog. Domino of course doesn't wear a leash because he's a true wild boy, a feral. I like my old boys, but Domino is my hero. He is one cool dude and the ultimate MAN cat.
He does not think the leash is cool. It freaks him out but is so happy to hang with us. It was a long hard winter.
I like all cats and I hear there are many Japanese kitties that need help because of the earthquake and tsunami. If you can help, please do. We really like what the volunteer vets are doing with worldvets.org
It's official. My house is home of the Bad Boy Kitty Club. There are currently four members but we are open to new ones, even bad kitties of the female persuasion. I am Odin, the ringleader of da fur gang and if you're wondering where Layla is, she's cleaning up my latest mess hehehe. And she thought I'm too young to take over the blog. Boy, she underestimated me. Poor misguided girl, she thinks she's training me with leashes and rules but...
I made her take me all over the property for little fun. She puts this stupid harness on me with a long retractable leash. It's better than being a prisoner but I'm thinking ALL THE TIME how to escape and be FREE. It's my first spring and I want to be EVERYWHERE.
Layla is careful not to let me climb too high or get tangled but that's no fun. She tried the leash to a pole so I couldn't go far while she worked in her herb garden. It was okay. I could sniff, dig and roll around on the grass, but what I really, really wanted to do is be FREE.
Everyone says how much I've grown and how handsome I am even with only one eye. I must admit, it is true.
I can be cute and cuddly too. I slept this week in a Layla sandwich. Me on one side, Merlin on the other and Layla in the middle under the covers. Sweeeet. And I'm making progress being a lap cat while she watches the big box of moving things. I know she likes that but she gets mad at me because I knock things off tables and hide things like her good watch (the one with sparkly things called diamonds) ha ha she still hasn't found it. I'm so sneaky smart I managed to run out the door to FREEDOM even with the new double latch. I ran like the wind and she chased me but I can run faster ha ha. There's so much land and so many trees, I raced up a pretty little tree called a weeping cherry. Layla was yelling and not weeping. Freedom means ignoring those annoying hoomins. I climbed higher but the branch drooped and it was my turn to cry. I slipped but pulled myself up but couldn't turn around. I lost my balance and hung on with two paws until I couldn't and fell about twelve feet. The ground was soft and mushy wheeee, but the way Layla scooped me up you'd think it was twelve hundred feet. Since then, the hoomins are even more vigilant but have no fear, summer is coming and I want more FREEDOM. They call me a crazy cat, but I say crazy like a fox!
It's not fair that my old uncle Gris Gris gets to go out without a leash. He's super sneaky too but stays close to the house AND he comes in when they call, usually after a little cat and mouse game. Guess who is the mouse ? Maybe that kind of wisdom comes with age. My other old uncle Merlin doesn't need a leash because he's old, half blind and like a dog. Domino of course doesn't wear a leash because he's a true wild boy, a feral. I like my old boys, but Domino is my hero. He is one cool dude and the ultimate MAN cat.
He does not think the leash is cool. It freaks him out but is so happy to hang with us. It was a long hard winter.
I like all cats and I hear there are many Japanese kitties that need help because of the earthquake and tsunami. If you can help, please do. We really like what the volunteer vets are doing with worldvets.org
Posted by Layla Morgan Wilde at 3/19/2011 6:35 AM 
Categories: Cats, Photography, Spirituality
Tags: worldvetsorg bad kitty bad boy kitty club japanese rescue pets
Categories: Cats, Photography, Spirituality
Tags: worldvetsorg bad kitty bad boy kitty club japanese rescue pets
Oh Odin, you are giving your Mom gray hair. But the good news is that she is getting tons of exercise. I know we are sure enjoying hearing about all your activities. Glad you didn't get hurt in your fall. You sure need to stay on that leash. You are way too wild to be loose. Loved this post. Splitters sends her best to Dom.
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Marg, thanks I'll tell him. And Dom will be happy to hear about his lady love.
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Oh my. You certainly have your hands full with Odin!
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Ingrid, it's like the human equivalent for two-year-old twins!
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WOW~ You have outdone the Cheezeburger network. Fantastic photos~ that Odin is really SOMETHING~
He's like a ferret, hiding your diamond watch. OMG. The worst thing my boys ever did was shred the lace curtains at night, using my stomach as a launching pad. They were 5 months old and quickly got over it.
They turn 9 tomorrow.
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Thanks, but Odin did all the work and he is a piece of work! Happy Birthday to the boys!!!
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Odin is just soooo adorable! The boys get a jar of baby food each tomorrow, and have just finished the St. Pat's Day jar. Then no more babyfood until Easter. Only dry food, water lettuce, cat grass, wet food and sliced turkey luncheon meat. There is a reason for their size.
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Yum. Time to post new pics of them?
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Thanks for coming to visit us - it was great learning about your cats. We think Odin is brilliant - such a bundle of innocence with a little piece of the devil!! Did he only have one eye when you took him or was he already a pirate!
We are rescue kitties too - we aren't true sisfurs but we were born into the same household of over 100 cats!!! The RSPCA came and rescued most of us and our mum saw us in a cage with other lady cats from the same place and the rest is history. We will come and see you again next week.
Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx
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All the bad boys LUV Hannah and Lucy. Welcome! Just their cup of tea. Odin was a stray kitten found in the Bronx with a huge deformed eye. We rescued him after it was removed at age 5 months.
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Odin, you are so adventurous! And bad. hehehe. We're glad to meet you, bad boy.
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GO ODIN! You can do it.
PS What gig the fishy taste like ?
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[IMG]http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a55/faithib/_MG_1030_4copy.jpg[/IMG] Tigger is not amused that I nominated him for your Bad Boy Kitty Club. Hope he makes it in!
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Tigger is in!
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Layla,
here is the pic I tried to add of Tigger. Please add to my comment if you like.
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Wow, Odin - you ARE bad! I hide my mom's stuff all the time too - it's FUN! She found my first hiding place, but she hasn't found my latest! The worst part is when I hide my own toys and then forget where. But it's all good - cuz then I get NEW toys!
Your new friend, Zoe
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Zoe, sounds like you could teach Odin a thing or two! Welcome to the club.
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Odin, you're the Marlon Brando of bad boy cats. Expect a big female following.
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I'd better not tell him. His ego is large enough!
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