I'm tired of pikshers...

So I turned around and saw a flash and....


What the heck?? I tolded her that if she posted that piksher I was gonna be mad and she just laffed at me. Sumtimes my mom is just meen.

Yup, that's her alright

I took the liberty of taking a little test for Sadie, and, well, I think it really captured her "essence". Take a look for your self

You Are Dancer

Carefree and fun, you always find reasons to do a happy dance. Why You're Naughty: That dark stint you had as Santa's private dancer. Why You're Nice: You're friendly. Very friendly.

Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?

She's um, what's the word I'm looking for here, oh yeah. A little bit "naughty". ~ Zippy

Bump, Speedy Bump....

Get it, like Bond, James Bond, cuz I'm a big man cat like Kismet. I'm only a year old and I weigh 16 pounds. Like the picsher of my dad's finger, hehehe, he's no good with the little camera, he's a big man too. Here's my gotcha story. I was born in a barn on the Wisconsin-Illinois border. The peepel that owned the barn took care of my kitty mom and all us kitties. They decided to keep my mom (she's a beauty) and found homes for us. Well, the man they gave me to couldn't afford to take furry good care of me. I was 8 months old and still had my hoohas and hadn't gotten any shots. So the man gave me to my fureffer momma. Yes, the hoohaectomy and shots were not fun, but, I'm healthier now and I won't be making any more little ones that someone has to find homes for. I'm grey and white, but what you maybe, if you squint and look real hard, can see in the picture is that I have darker stripes in my grey fur and a combination of grey and pink toes. Mom says I'm a furry hansum man cat. She spoils me, well, she actually spoils all of us. We gets stinky goodness in the morning and crunchies all day long. We have a Drinkwell Fountain and more crunchies down in the dungeon. We have a self-cleaning litter upstairs and a super sized litter in the downstairs. The only problem is, mom works lots of hours and effun on weekends sometimes so we don't get as much cuddle time as we'd like. The good news is, she'll effun stop in the middle of doing housework to cuddle us if we ask. Isn't that nice of her. See Zippy I can be nice. Well, that's all for now. Gotta get mom to stop typing so she can cuddle me. *psst, Speedy, hey did you tell them about you're nickname *no, shut up, mooooom Sadie's bein meen again. Well, since mom is typing for me, she says that I need to tell you what my sisfur calls me. I don't know why, I don't do any of that stuff any more and since I gots bigger my eyes are straighter. Ugh, here goes, Sadie calls me the "cross eyed, poop flinging, sister molesting freakazoid. O.K. there I said it. Hope your happy Sadie, everyone probably thinks I'm some kind of weirdo now. *yes, yes I am happy, freakazoid.

I was sleeping and all of a sudden....

Well, yoo all know about the flashies. Zippy sez I'z appose to tell my storee now so here goez... I wuz livin outside, I think I wuz borned outside but I was yung den an dunt amember. Enyway, I had a litter of kittens unner a nice ladees bushes, she wuz feedin me an tryin to make me frendly. The nice ladee kot me an my babies an taked me to the shelter she werked at an pritty soon all my babies gots dopted to fureffur homes. But not me, I wuz der fur a long, long time. Anuffer nice ladee dat volunteered der wuz wurried about wut wood happen to me iffen I dint getz dopted soon. She camed an sat with me everyday, I liked her she wuz furry nice. Then they haded a open howse at da shelter an da nice ladee who sat with me camed with a nice man an when I sawed dat nice man I reeched out my paw and touched him an sed "I luv yoo" in my nicest meow. Now, I hasta tell yoo dat just a month afore this da nice peepel had losted their oldest kitty to cancer an dey wuz furry sad an wuzent lookin fur anoffer kitty. I dint go home with dem dat nite. About a week later da lady saw da tag on my "spec sheet" on da door of my room, no dey werent gonna send me to da rainbow brij, dey wuz gonna send me to a sister shelter in anudder state to see iffen I wood getz dopted der. Well, win da ladee telled da man dat he sed "we have to go get her". Seems he had bin thinkin bout me all along. Win I gotz to my new fureffer home I was shut into a room with my litter, food and toyz but I knew der wuz anoffer kitty out der. About 3 dayz after I gotz der momma wuz cleanin my room an I slipped out an met Zippy face to face. She hissed at me an I laffed so she whapped me with her liddel paw and I cried and den she laffed. So I chased her and den she chased me and den we were frends. Momma wuz amazed, Zippy dint like anypoodin 'cept old Punkin P da cat dat died of cancer. I think she likes me cuz we wuz both ferals an we know how hard life can be. Oh, an mine momma and rockytheguttercat.com's food ladee think we look an awfful lot alike. I jus think Rocky is hot. *this is Zippy, my goofy sisfur is so full of herself. She probably only thinks Rocky is hot a'cuz he looks like her (or she looks like him, he is older at 15 or 16 than her 6 years)

Our CEO...

Hi, let me introduce myself, my "official" name is Princess Ziporah. Everyone just calls me Zippy. I'm 9 years old and I weigh 8 lbs. and 3 oz. Yes, I'm a little poodin. My momma told my gotcha story on Skeezix tales of devotion page so I'll skip the melodrama here. Suffice it to say I wasn't in the best shape when she got me. Because of some kind of "accident" I have no front claws, heck I'm even missing entire toes. That doesn't stop me, no sirree. I keep the other two in check with an easy whap of my clawless paws. I wouldn't have my claws out when I do that anyway, I only do it to keep them in line not to hurt them. I've lived here, in my furever home, fur all of my life. I was only about two months old when I got here. Life is sweet, I sleep and eat, get pets and now that I finally have the others trained I can run the household with a minimum of effort. I'm not a big snuggler, though sometimes my toesies hurt and I gotta get momma to do a massagey on them until they feel better. She's the only one with the magic touch. That's all for now, my paws are tired from all the typing.

Mom finally did it...

She gots us a bloggie! Our first post! Mom's kinda slow, she says she's busy, but she has time to read all the other kitties bloggies and books and stuff it's about time she did sumfing for us kitties. This all started about 8 years ago when she stumbled across http://lisaviolet.com and started reading her diary. Then she found http://isfullofcrap.com and Laurence Simons cat cams. Then she started reading Oreo's and Williams blogs and from there she discovered that there is a whole world of cat bloggers out there. We like that, we think kitties rule. We hasta gives a special shout out to Derby and The Crew, they finally inspired her to do this. We are the Kattonic, get it, cat tonic. We're Zippy (Princess Ziporah), Sadie and Speedy the man cat. As soon as she figures out how to get the camera away from Daddy we'll post some picshurs and tell you our stories. In the meantime, we all need a nap.