An amazing film, please watch it

An Agnostic Prayer.
PK

Wow, Africa is big!!

Check this out!

PK

The Simpsons

A little dark but I like it.

Click here to watch the Opening

PK

I had to go to the vet again this morning!!

I keep throwing up; especially in the wee small hours of the morning when the big-cats and I are asleep. It wakes us up, so we're all a little grumpy.

So this morning, I got stuffed in my crate again and taken back to the vet. I got a cat-gravol shot in my bum. Because I'm not feeling too well, I wasn't able to draw any blood from the needle-lady but I did tell her I wasn't enjoying it.

Which brings me to the reason for my post. I've heard that if you smoke marijuana, it will help relieve the symptoms of nausea.

So does anyone know where I can find some catabis?
PK

Update from yesterday's vet visit

I've been walking with a limp since yesterday's vet visit. My right front paw has been very sore since my appointment. I think the evil vet cut one of my claws a little too short and it hurts to put weight on it.

My big-cats think I'm faking it; or at least making more of my injury in order to get more Fancy Feasts....which isn't a bad idea. I wonder if I can get a mail order cast?

PK

I'm sick; again

I've been sick for the last couple days; I can't keep my Fancy Feasts down. I've been keeping the big-cats up all night with my constant retching.

While that isn't funny, if I wasn't so nauseous, I would be laughing at the big-cats as they chase after me at 4 a.m.; trying to catch my vomit in a bright yellow Frisbee so that they don't have to wash the sheets or the rug again.

Since I'm not getting better, I had to go to the vet again today. It started off okay, I came out of my cage and sat on the examination table without hissing or growling (much) at the vet; but frankly, I just didn't have the energy.

But after a little while of squeezing and pressing and touching, the vet decided that I needed some more tests done. She took me in the back room, sent my Big-Cat away, and then pulled out the needle! I told her in no uncertain terms that the needle was not a good idea. We had a bit of a stand off before I was jumped from behind by someone else in scrubs. That's when I lost it.

I started screaming and yelling and hissing...so much that the vet and her assistant got a little scared and backed off for a minute. I thought I was safe but I was jumped by another scrub wearer (no wait, it was ten more scrub wearers...all of them really big) who wrestled me to the ground and...well they wrestled me to the ground and cut my nails. All of them.

After that, deprived of my main weapons, I lost the stomach for a physical fight with them...but I still let them have in with my mouth. I said such things to them my Big-Cat told me that the clinic's deaf 17 year old cat Felix looked up in shock at what he was hearing.

They ended up taking a blood and urine sample and gave me a shot of cat-gravol. Then I was put back in my cage where my Big-Cat had added a new catnip mousey...and then he sprung me from the clinic.

After getting home, I got some good petting, a brushing, and a Fancy Feast.

Tomorrow the tests come back and if I have to go back to the clinic, I'll be ready this time.
PK

I'd be more impressed if the dog could do La Macarena

Check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRaPVTetseI

PK

I love Fancy Feast, but

where did they all go?
PK

Dr Clark is on the case

Well I was feeling really, really bad yesterday and so I hid under the bed and screamed at the big-cats if they tried to get me to come out. As a result, I had some more tests done and some of the lab work has come back.

Dr Clark (the doctor for my bffs Tex and Maggie) phoned my big-cats last night to tell them I had E. Coli in my system and as a result, there is a chance I may have Encephalitis. So it's official, I'm a sick kitty!!!


If I do have Encephalitis it would explain my seizures and my general feeling of blech. And the good news is that both the E. Coli and the Encephalitis can be treated with an antibiotic. The bad news is that I have to take this antibiotic for three weeks.


My big-cats have elected to try to give me the antibiotic in pill form (once per day). They are going to try to hide the pill in a cat treat (aka a pill pocket); similar to how their friend Nancy gives her cat a pill.


The first attempt to trick me is tonight. I will let you know how
it goes.

PK (aka Pheobe Kaatz, aka patient kitty)

Mascot eats cheerleader

I was watching a couple of the NFL games yesterday (as I overcame the trauma of my visits to the vet) and I saw this clip of a big scary monster eating an NFL cheerleader.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pE5XLlkyR0&feature=player_embedded

I'm glad the monster doesn't like Fancy Feast.
PK

Yikes, another trip to the vet today

Well, this is wearing a little thin. I had to go to the vet again today...no needles but the vet did touch my bikini-zone (a couple times)....and she had cold hands.

My big-cats are going to try to give me some medicine to treat some of my symptoms (good luck to them) ...and if that doesn't cure what ails me, then my problem is likely a brain tumor.

My paws are crossed; and in the meantime, I get Fancy Feast twice per day...score!!!
PK

I had a bad day today!

My day started out well. My Middle-Cat was sick so I got to sleep beside her to try and make her feel better. Around noon we got up and lay on the couches upstairs.

A little after 3pm, I started to feel sick so I got off the couch to go downstairs. All of a sudden I started to have a seizure and lay convulsing on the floor for a minute or two. When it stopped, I couldn't move my back legs....it was very scary.

My Middle-Cat ran downstairs and got my cat-carrier and took me to the vet. Dr Stacy wasn't in (she lives in Toronto now) but they still poked and prodded me...then they took some of my blood; and gave me a shot of some calm-down-potion. I started to feel much better and my back legs started to work again...and then the Big-Cat arrived.

All three of us hung out at the vet for another hour or two before the vet talked to us and allowed me to go home.

We won't find out until at least Saturday what is wrong with me but I can tell the big-cats are concerned...they won't stop staring at me. Apparently, if this happens again, my big-cats have to shoot drugs up my bum. Good luck to them.

I have to get some shut eye now, I have to sleep off these drugs.
PK

Home alone

Well the big-cats are away this weekend in Whistler with the McMahons (niece, nephew, sister) and so I've decided to clean up the house a little bit to make it more little-cat friendly.

I hired a couple of strong men to come in and move out all the furniture so that I can run around inside and slide on the hardwood flooring.

The only thing that I'm leaving inside is my Fancy Feast dish.

I think that will teach the big-cats for leaving me all alone.
PK

PS Anyone want to buy a couch?

Happy Birthday Blondie!!!

I wanted to wish a very Happy Birthday to my long-time reader, the fabulous Miss Rae (I think she's 29 this year).

Have a meow-a-rific day!
PK

My name

Many people assume that I am named after one of the characters from the TV show "Friends"; but that show debuted six months after I was born.

Actually, I was named after the sister of the main character in "The Catcher in the Rye"; although she spelled her name Phoebe.

The Big-Cat was reading TCITR when I decided to go live with him. The Big-Cat later explained to me that I reminded him of Phoebe Caulfield because I was sweet and funny and was a good listener. The Big-Cat spelled my name "Pheobe" instead of "Phoebe" because it made more sense.

About ten years later, I found out that one of the Big-Cat's friends had a cat also named Phoebe; and she was named after the same literary character!

I like my name and its spelling.
PK

I'm not sure what the Middle-Cat is using for shampoo!!

She's in Toronto this week for a work trip and I saw this photo of the conference she is at. I think my eyes are starting to go bad (I am 16-and-a-half, you know) but I think the Middle-Cat's hair has turned green.

Let me know if that is what you see too.

Blink, blink, blink.

PK

I'm a little pissed off.

Okay, what is a girl-cat to do?

First, about a month ago, the big-cats packed up all my stuff into boxes, then put me in a little cage, and then drove me (in a car!!) to a brand new house....then they had three smelly men make a lot of noise unloading my stuff into a much smaller two story townhouse. Oh and the things these smelly men said about me...

And before I could get settled in the new place, two teenage girls came and lived at my house; and they had the temerity to want to play with me (can you imagine). I've even heard that they posted some on-line slander about me after I told them to mind their own business. Hisssss!!!

Then after the little-girls left my new house, the middle-cat invited everyone she knew over to drink beer and eat my cheese (oh, all that gooey St Andre's cheese going to waste on those non-furred two-legged-ers).

Then, I expected all to be good but no, the big-cats left me alone in the house for about 77 cat-days....er, rather not alone, I could have handled that. But no, every couple days the big-cats had some stranger come into my house... and she tried to be my friend...as if that was going to happen. I pooped on the carpet to show her what I thought.

So today, when the big-cats finally came home, I hissed at them for about fifteen minutes before I came out from under the bed. I did miss them, but I wanted to make a point...they seem to have taken me for granted this last month or so.

So, what is a girl-cat to do. Do I hiss and make up? Or do I just hiss?
PK

PS Either way, I think I may leave them a treasure or two in their shoes tonight.

Meet my cousin Leilani

My big-cats are in Hawaii and they met my cousin tonight as the sun set. Leilani was out hunting when she stopped by to say "Aloha."

I think I'm the prettier cat but Leilani did take advantage of some good lighting for this photo.
PK

Cat Safety Video

Since my big-cats are away this week, I wanted to post this safety video for all of those who may think of coming over to visit me while the big-cats are away. Please watch this before trying to make friends with me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYM-B9jAflM&feature=player_embedded

Peace, out
P-kitty

PS A special shout out to Mika for bringing this public safety video to my attention.

Changing things up!

Since my big-cats are away, I decided to take things into my own paws. My previous blog format was soooooo 2009. And, as you know, I'm all about style.

So, at my house party last night (that will teach the big-cats for leaving me), I met this cool-cat named Patches who is a genius with a mouse (the computer kind).

Et voila! I'm a 2010 girl-cat now. What do you think?
PK

I want one!!!

I promise I would walk it, and pet it, and look at it every day.
PK

PS Thanks Blondie for the link.

Ari Gold should represent me

My big-cats like to watch the show "Entourage." I like to check it out because I'm convinced that Ari should represent me for my acting career. I would be perfect as the "Face of Fancy Feast."

I would work for product so I hope Ari would accept a % in Fancy Feast.

My big-cats say that I have a face that everyone would love; plus my stripes are slimming so I'd look good on camera.
PK

PS Did you know that Ari Gold's character is based on a real life person, who just happens to be the brother of President Obama's chief of staff?

Shopping

My big-cats keep talking about getting a vest for me to wear so that they can send me to the store to do the shopping for them.

But now I have a better idea. The three of us need to get a penguin and send him to the store for Fancy Feast.

Check out this video (originally posted by longtime reader Rae).

http://www.flixxy.com/pet-penguin-goes-shopping.htm

PK

This kitty has laser beams for eyes

No wonder it has such an ominous score.
PK

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEB7Usjn0Aw&feature=player_embedded

I got mail today

from two cool kittens in Toronto. They live with their big-cat Merella. Merella is pretty cool. When she used to come visit me, we used to do yoga on the catio (before my big-cats moved me to Vancouver).

I'm not going to let anyone read my card.
PK

Some people think I don't like to meet new people

but this goat has me beat, hooves-down. Click on the video link below to check it out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp0Bt2cbcc8

PK

A crow taking care of a kitten

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JiJzqXxgxo

Nice story, but I would have eaten the crow.
PK

Where is the Big Cat?

It's his birthday today and I made him a cake...but he's not home.

Anyone want a nice cupcake?
PK

Cat on a bar

Sometimes a cat needs a nice cold drink on a hot summer day and sometimes a cat needs an upside down milk-slammer poured right from the bottle.

You can judge for yourself what this cat wants.
PK

Kanellos the protest dog

There is a dog in Greece that has been to many of the protests in that country for the past two years. He is unfazed by all of the noise and smells of the protests; and seems to enjoy being there.

Check out these other pictures of him at work.
PK

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/gallery/2010/may/06/greece-protest?picture=362290935

I am now a God-Cat!!!

My big-cats become god-parents today. His name is Evan and he's pretty cute. He was born in Boston and loves Canada (his parents are both Canadians). His favorite hockey team is the Vancouver Canucks.

Since my big-cats are god-parents, I think that makes me a God-Cat!!!

So worship me and make offerings of Fancy Feast or I will smite you.

PK

Canucks were up 2-0 and ended losing Game 2

I stick my tongue out at the 'hawks.

Pfffttthh!
PK

Famous cats

Current Russian president, Dmitry Medvedev owns a cat named "Dorofei". Dorofei, born in 2004, is a rare breed of the Siberian cat called the Neva Masquerade.

It was reported that Dorofei once got into a fight with a cat belonging to Mikhail Gorbachev (then Medvedev's neighbour).

Dorofei lost the fight, and was put onto antibiotics for a month to help heal the injuries it sustained in the fight, and was also fixed to prevent a repeat incident.

Things may be tough in Russia, but I think that is a little extreme for losing one fight!! I guess the Russian Olympic athletes will be now extra motivated to do well in the upcoming 2014 Sochi Olympics.
PK

Happy 1st birthday

A Colorado woman recently celebrated the the first birthday of a burger and fries she's been keeping on her office bookshelf.

“I bought a Happy Meal and then placed it on my office shelf, right behind me and my computer. It sat on my shelf for a year as a silent witness to our fast food industry”.

Let's just say that if that happy meal was at my house, there would be a few less fries left sitting on the bookshelf.
PK

When it's your time to go...

A sad and strange story from the wires.

A 38-year-old father of two was jogging and listening to his iPod when he was hit from behind and killed by a small plane making an emergency landing on the beach, officials said Tuesday.

Robert Gary Jones of Woodstock, Ga., died instantly Monday evening when he was hit by the single-engine plane, which had lost its propeller, said Beaufort County Coroner Ed Allen. The pilot’s vision was blocked by oil on the windshield.

Jones apparently did not see or hear the plane, which was “basically gliding,” the coroner said.

I'm 16 years old now

And there are many things I want to do this year; first is to learn how to drive a car like my hero Toonces.

But I have also figured out some things that I don't want to try; and top of that list is surfing, like this silly Alpaca.

PK

The Olympics

Sorry I haven't been posting recently but I've been watching the Olympics with my Big Cat.

We've seen some great stories but we've been missing the Middle Cat who has been working 12 to 14 hours a day everyday since late January. She finally gets a day off about March 4th.

I'll be so happy to see her that I'll share one of my Fancy Feasts with her.






My favourite moment of the Olympics was watching the lynx in Whistler compete in the fence jumping event. I think he's got some great stripes and spots.


Go Canada Go!!
PK

The Tea Party

I stole this picture and rant from a friend of the Big-cat. You can click on the picture to view a bigger version of it.

Dear Teabaggers:

While illiterate and prone to unfortunate haircuts, I believe you do care about your children's future (or childruns, if you prefer). Please, stop being so arrogant about your stupidity. Libraries - socialist bastions that they are - have these things called books, and if you stop muttering, they'll loan them to you for free.

Muk Muk, the best darn mascot

Here’s a picture of me with my favourite Olympic mascot, Muk Muk.

Muk Muk is a marmot who lives on Vancouver Island. He’s a sidekick to the three main Olympic mascots and he likes to cheer on his friends.

He’s been known to stay behind after an event and pick up the recycling. He’s a good Canadian kid, and I’m proud to say he’s my friend.

Check him out in this video.

http://www.vancouver2010.com/mascot/en/meetvideo.php?vid=mukmuk

PK

PS From the look on his face, I think Muk Muk thought he was going to get eaten by Quatchi at the end of the video.

Right to Play and Koss the Boss

One day, the Big Cat and I hope to work for this organization; I think I could be the RTP office cat.

I was born the year that Johann Olav Koss dominated the Winter Olympic games in Lillehammer and I will never forget how exciting it was to watch.

I wonder if there are RTP cats that need some Fancy Feast.

Check out this great interview with the legend, Koss the Boss.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwAytKTt5fM&feature=PlayList&p=6B61B0ABB1B6574D&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=6

PK

PS Shame on VANOC for not letting Right to Play set up at the 2010 Olympic Games!!! Boo Hiss!!

Ice Hockey

I've decided to take up hockey. I figure that I've been watching it on TV for almost the last 16 years (over 100 cat-years) and so I must know the game well.

I must be able to make some national team; somewhere.

So last night, I packed up my hockey gear in case I get a phone call from some hopeful Olympic team.

So Bahrain, Jamaica, or Egypt...if you're looking for a small right winger with a lot of spunk, give me a call...I have my own equipment!!!
PK

A time lapse Video of Vancouver

Check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xMz2SnSWS4

A sad story out of England about a cat who liked to ride the bus.

In the end, commuting killed the cat.

Last year, an English feline made headlines internationally, after it was discovered that Casper — an aging housecat from Plymouth — would board the same 10:55 a.m. bus.

He would curl up as the No. 3 transit coach moved past the dockyard, naval base, the center of town, the suburbs and even the city’s colorful red light district.

As far as drivers could remember, the commute went on for three or four years.
Sometimes he would catnap during the hour run — often taking up a back seat. Or he would casually saunter between the legs of his fellow travelers.

He got a free pass.

The only time the drivers paid much attention was recently when they would make sure the aging cat got off at the right stop, once the round-trip was over.

His owner didn’t know where Casper vanished to each day, until the story broke in the local newspaper.

“I couldn’t believe it at first, but it explains a lot,” his owner, Susan Finden, told the press when she found out.

“He loves people and we have a bus stop right outside our house so that must be how he got started — just following everyone on.”

It was estimated Casper’s journeys covered more than 32,000 kilometers, though news of his treks went well beyond that.

But the rush to keep up the daily pace recently caught up with Casper. A sign at the bus stop he used has been tacked up. It reads:

“Many local people knew Casper, who loved everyone. He also loved the bus journeys.
“Sadly a motorist hit him…and did not stop.”

The note, from his owner Finden, says the injuries were too great, and Casper is gone.

“Thank you to all those who befriended him,” she concludes.

Finden says Casper died while trying to cross the street — hit by a taxi as he apparently tried to catch the bus.

“Reading about your travels put a smile on my face,” wrote one fan, who found whimsy in a cat that happily invested all nine lives in the daily rat race.

A great motivational poster?

As the middle-cat has said many times, "You should always make sure that the pictures match the words."

I don't think they did that in this poster.

PK

The Stairs Game

One of my favourite things to do is to play the Stairs Game (aka "SG").

I usually like to play in the morning just after the big-cats wake up. After a good morning's brushing, I like to run to the landing and get ready to start the SG.

My big-cats have a couple of special papers (including a map of the London tube system) that they stroke over the bars of the landing and I chase and bite and claw them (I mean the papers...although sometimes the big-cats too).

I've been know to bang my head, bite a little paint off the spindles, and sometimes draw blood from the big-cats...but we all like our morning ritual. No pain, no gain!

My London tube map is almost shredded and I hope that one day one of my loyal readers will send me a new map.

You can watch the video of a typical Stairs Game ("SG") below.
PK

My nephew-cat Eoghan

The big-cats went to see their nephew Eoghan play in his first ever hockey game. The big-cats were expecting to see Eoghan play forward but he surprised them by playing goalie (like his hero Roberto).

Here is a video of Eoghan playing goal.

Personally, I think his style is more like Hasek than Luongo.
PK

PS Eoghan had some fans at the game....check out niece-Brenna watching the game.