Here's my new bowl!

His and Hers towels?? Paleeeze! His and Hers bowls are much more romantic! Especially since the way to a man's heart is through is stomach! Nobody ever heard of a man falling in love with a woman because of a bath towel.

Kinzi

I need a better hiding spot...

Apparently I need a better hiding spot. Mommy keeps finding me when it's bath time. (Then there's also the issue that even if I'm totally under the dresser and she can't see me, and she says "Kinzi..." I always, without fail, lean over, stick my head out and say "What?")

I also hid under here that day that the Colts took out all their best players and let the other team win. Oh my gosh...Mommy was NOT HAPPY. I guess Mommy doesn't have the "all that matters is the Superbowl" attitude...she wants to win every game. Winston...was there any screaming going on at your house? The game wasn't on TV here...so Mommy had to watch the tiny scores in the corner of the screen and cry as it got worse and worse. I noticed she was drowning her sorrows in peanut blossom cookies...but it doesn't seem to have solved the problem long term because today is Wednesday and she's still complaining about it.

As for dieting, Winston, I've been on one since August!!!!!!!!! You're a little late getting on board, buddy. Do you take any glucosomine supplements for your aching, old man bones? Mommy gives them to Quincy the beagle...and one of the old geezer cats here takes it and it's really made a world of difference. He doesn't walk around like an old man anymore. I take it, too...since I have a bad knee and all this extra weight isn't helping matters. Mommy just switched me to a liquid form and it's like having yummy brown gravy on my already delicious canned food...served to me in a fancy dish. I'm living the life of a rock star, baby! (aside from the whole stinky butt issue...)

Frannie had her dental yesterday. She did great. She didn't have to have any teeth pulled and Dr. Dickie said her teeth were just really stained and dirty. Now Frannie is driving Mommy crazy cuz she's not eating anything. All these gourmet foods being served to her and she's turning her nose up at all of them. I can't imagine anyone refusing to eat...have you ever heard of a cat refusing to eat for days and days and Mommy having to be all worried and losing sleep over it??? What? who...me??? Oh ya...I guess I was like that. Well...let's hope Frannie comes around and starts to eat. Maybe Mommy needs to buy her a special bowl of her own instead of making her borrow mine. Mommy....GO SHOPPING!

Kinzi

Welcome to the fat farm, Frannie!

Mommy pulled Frannie from the pound today. The ladies at the Wyandotte shelter have been taking care of her for 2 months. Her fur is a mess and she clearly hasn't been brushing and flossing regularly. She's living in my old apartment in the basement, next to the bunnies, until Mommy is sure she's eating well.

It's been a busy weekend around here. Kippie the beagle was adopted by the same AWESOME family that adopted Wishbone, the deaf beagle. Gerti, the calico, was adopted by a very nice older lady, the perfect home for a cat who's terrified of loud noises and fast movements. Her new mommy already sent us an email saying that Gerti isn't hiding and she's on her lap for lovies. Both of those girls hit the jackpot!

As for Christmas, I got some good healthy snacks, and Santa brought us this big round thing with a ball in it that is impossible to ever catch. Gadget and Herbie play with it, clearly they aren't bright enough to figure out that they'll never get the ball. I'm too smart for that! Nice try, Santa! You want me to get off my butt and exercise??? Maybe you should have delivered one of those machines that shoots tennis balls but has been rigged to throw food....cuz I'd get off my butt for that!

I'm back to getting daily baths...no fun...but I feel better. Mommy's getting pretty good at it so the torture only lasts about 3 minutes. I like that I get dried off with fresh towels that smell like fabric softener...so it's not all bad.

Hope Santa was good to all of you! He brought Mommy a new desk...so Daddy and Mommy need to rearrange the basement to make room for it. Then I'll have a nice new place to sit when I type my blog.

Kinzi

Forget this! I want cookies!

So I thought I would be helpful, in case Santa was watching, and give Mommy a hand with wrapping some gifties. I soon realized that just like with helping Daddy build my pen in the basement...that I can't because I don't have any thumbs. Mommy says I can't use scissors cuz I'm too young, I tried using the tape but, well...since I'm kinda furry I bet you can guess how that turned out. Then I had bows stuck all over me. (between you and me, I think Mommy did that on purpose!) I wanted to help with this shiny red stuff, and figured since I can't use scissors that I'd use my teeth. Mommy wasn't too thrilled about that. So I guess that leaves just one job for me...to sit here and look adorable!

Kinzi

Sing with me...

Frosty the Snowman

Was a jolly happy soul

He should be outside sitting in the snow

but look, he's my new bowl!

Yes...I have yet another new bowl. Rumor has it Mommy painted a new bowl for me at Pottery Creations on Friday, too!

Mommy baked cookies all day today. She says since the Lions/Cardinals game wasn't on that she couldn't sit and watch Kurt Warner on TV so she figured it was a good time to dive head first into the sugar and chocolate. I sure hope one of those cookies ends up in this snowman bowl! So far, all I've gotten are cat treats....but they don't have frosting or sprinkles or chocolate chips in them...so they absolutely do not count as Christmas cookies!

Just a few more days till Santa comes! I've been trying super hard not to make any messes on my blankie. Yesterday while Mommy and her friend, Jean, went to get another kitty to come stay here for a few days, those pesky beagles broke into my room and made an absolute mess out of things. Mommy brought Jean in to show her how nice my room is and it looked like a four legged, black and tan disaster had hit...and that's exactly what happened! I didn't hold back...I pointed fingers and named names cuz I want to make sure Santa knows it wasn't me! I don't want a lump of coal for Christmas! What the heck would I do with that? ...maybe throw it at beagles when they try to break into my room!!!

Kinzi

Aw man...I don't want to go to school today...

Oh wait! I don't have to...cuz I'm a kitty! But...Mommy still does have to go to work today...and she's dragging. She fed us all breakfast with her eyes closed so I hope everyone got the right medication in their food. I could be barking later today if I accidentally got the dogs medicine!

Why were we up so late??? Hmmm...I bet my pal, Winston, knows....and I bet my friend Linda's boss knows! THE COLTS WERE ON! The game didn't end till almost 11:30! It was a nail biter, for sure! Mommy is used to her team pretty much being in the lead the whole time but this year the games have been so close that you can't just say "ya...we got this one"...and go to bed at halftime. Holy Smokes...Mommy was a nervous wreck, yelling at the TV and clapping her hands and dancing around the living room. She says to stop making fun of her because it's exactly how the dogs and I act when it's meal time. I also heard Mommy say at one point ..."God Bless the NFL Network for all the close up shots of Dallas Clark."

So...I bet by now you're saying "Ok Kinzi...we know you were up late...but who is that handsome doggy with Santa??" Well, it's not a new foster doggy here, but he is a rescue dog. He was adopted down in Georgia by the daughter of Linda's boss...who, just happens to also be a crazy Colts fan, to, and the dogs name is Colt. Honestly...what's wrong with you people? Thank God I'm a girl or who knows what I'd have been named...Dallas? Peyton? Jeff? Joseph? I'm happy with Kinzi, thank you very much!

Anyway, I hope Colt has been a good boy and hasn't pottied on the floor in his new house cuz Santa is watching, buddy! I've been trying to be really good, but I had a little accident on the floor in the middle of the night last night so Mommy wasn't too thrilled about that. Oops!

Yeah Colts! Mommy...get your butt in the shower cuz you have to get to work! As for me...it's back to bed.

Kinzi

Does this tree skirt make me look fat?

I may be on a diet, but I'm no dummy! I know the Jolly old fat man in the red suit is just about ready to visit us...and that means that somewhere in this house there will be cookies! My odds of getting any that fall on the floor are slim to none, as there are beagles here who have noses that could detect a crumb if it was on the moon. In order for me to get any cookies, I'll have to have a plan.

As of right now...I don't really have a plan. It's not a big deal cuz Mommy hasn't even made any cookies yet...but I want to be ready! I'm thinking I need the other cats to create a distraction. Maybe Emily could start a fight with Gerti...or Gadget could fall off something and make a big THUD that sends everyone running...and if, at that exact moment, a cookie fell on the floor, then I just might have a chance to get it. Timing is everything with this plan, and since the other cats don't pay any attention to me, it's not likely I'll be able to get them on board with the idea.

I guess then I'll have to go with Plan B: "Dear Santa, ...please bring me some cookies..."

Kinzi

Uh oh... do you think that pooping on your blankie gets you on the naughty list??? I may need a Plan C!

You've Got Mail!

Well..actually...no you don't...but I DO! My friend, Linda, that I met at the event in Wyandotte, wrote me a letter!!!! How often do cats get mail? Mommy says all she only gets bills in the mail...so I should be super excited that I got a letter AND a donation just for me!!!

Thank you, Linda!!!

XOXO,

Kinzi

I got ANOTHER new bowl!

Boy oh boy! I get so many new bowls that you'd think I was having a bridal shower! Herbie hasn't even popped the question yet.

Mommy got me this one at Flower Child Herbs in Riverview. They sell all sorts of homemade soaps and teas and stuff there. They have the BEST catnip toys, too! This bowl is supposed to be a flower, but Mommy says it's my breakfast bowl cuz it kind of looks like an egg.

Tomorrow at the Allen Park Petco you can get your pets photo taken with Santa. Mommy will be there helping. I don't get to go to this event...but I think Gadget is going...and Mommy says if Kippie doesn't stop scratching at her wound then she's going to have to go, too, so Mommy can keep an eye on her. She had to wear a doggy sweater for a while today but she kept getting her legs out of it and then she'd sit there, not knowing what to do cuz her legs were stuck inside the sweater. Once again, I have to say...a CAT would never be caught in such a humiliating situation. ...ok OK...I confess...today I went to the vet and Dr. Dickie tortured me again in a way that was VERY humiliating. Now Mommy has medicated wipes to use on me every day. I swear...when it's time for me to find a new family...I'm going to demand a home inspection to make sure there are no needles, creams, baby wipes, or other instruments of torture!

Kinzi

My friend is back home!

Kippie made it to the vet this morning, with a little help from Mommy's friend, Brenda, who came to get her so Mommy wouldn't have to be super late for work today. (Thank you, Brenda!!) The surgery was this morning and Kippie made it through with no problems. They had to take some extra precautions because of her kidney issues, but everything is fine. She was VERY happy to see Mommy when it was time to go home. The stitches come out on Christmas eve, so she'll be ready for a new home in case Santa wants to pick her up that day.

I don't want to start any rumors or anything...but I heard that the other dog that used to live here, Wishbone, had the same surgery in the same location for the same kind of tumor, and he was a big sissy who cried all night. Guess that just goes to show ya that girls are tougher! (although I have been known to scream a little myself when Mommy has to scrub my bottom)

I also heard it from a little birdie that today is Shelley's birthday. The little birdie even told me how old she is! (the NERVE!) But don't you worry, Shelley...cuz I sat on him! He won't be tellin' nobody nuffin' no more!

Kinzi

Big day tomorrow!

Kippie the beagle is going for her surgery to get her two tumors removed. She's not allowed to eat anything after 7pm tonight so that means some crabby beagles around here tonight...no bedtime snacks! I hope I still get MINE!

Mommy has been cat shopping two times this week and came home empty handed both times. Apparently she just can't make up her mind who to bring home. I know she likes Athena cuz she has a cute face just like me...but Stella and Edith have both been at the shelter forEVER...and then there's Frannie...a senior chubster who needs a dental. I'm glad I don't have to make the choice...but then again...I heard there are two big boys there named Hamish and Holden...I'd probably go for them!!! Maybe Herbie would get jealous!

It's cold and windy and I'm going to curl up under a blankie for the rest of the night! I'll let you all know how Kippie's doing after she gets home tomorrow night.

Kinzi

Go Go Gadget Goofball!

This is a picture of Gadget. He's on top of a six foot tall cabinet, pushing on the ceiling tiles and rubbing across the top of the cabinet. We aren't sure what the heck he was doing...but mom thanked him for dusting off the top of the cabinet. Seconds after this picture was taken, he pushed himself right off and went PLOP on the floor.

Today has been another card making day, although Mommy's beloved Colts are on so she's not getting much done. She better get cracking!!! It's almost time for Santa to come! I had written my letter to Santa, but Mommy wouldn't mail it for me because all I asked for was food. I know humans get to pig out for the holidays...how come I can't?!?!?!?!? NO FAIR!

Kinzi

Autumn is gone...bring on winter!

Ding, Dong, the Witch is gone... Ok, so she was not exactly a witch...she was a super sweet snuggly kitty that everyone loved....but I don't need the competition so I'm glad I have Herbie all to myself again...not that he actually pays any attention to me. Autumn (who's real name was Zoe) went home to a great family with 2 little boys so she'll get TONS of snuggle time! The family was in love with Herbie, too...and I saw how happy he was when they were here playing with him. It would have been a great home for Herbie, too. But...I'm not sad he's still here!

Kinzi

Welcome to the Cat Cave!

Things are going great now that I live upstairs. Look at this nice, soft carpet I get to lay on all day. Soooooooooo much better than the basement floor! So...it's nice and warm...and soft...and the sun shines in the 2 windows in my room...and I have a nice new roommate (that I'll introduce you to later)...life is good, right?

WRONG!!!!!!!!!!

There is a MONSTER living on this floor of the house!! I'm not kidding! It's yellow...and sooooooooooo loud...and it sucks up everything in it's path! I moved my bootie as fast as I could to hide under Mommy's bed because the monster doesn't go under there...but I was so worried because I forgot to bring my prized possessions, my catnip toys. I just know the big yellow monster is going to suck them up! I see Mommy beating the monster sometimes...she rips it's stomach out and empties it in the trash...but then, instead of killing the monster, she puts it back together and lets it go on eating up everything in it's path! How could Mommy be friends with such a beast? I just don't understand... What if it sucks up my darling Herbie?!? He's kind of small...I'm worried for his safety!

Kinzi

Cross EVERYTHING!!!

Autumn, that cute little number that I thought was hitting on my Darling Herbie, has a date tomorrow with a family who might adopt her! She's sweet...but I don't need the competition...let's just move her cute little behind right on outta here...

Then Mommy can go kitty shopping and bring us home a new friend! There's all these cats listed on Petfinder...we never know which one Mommy is going to come home with. Will it be the fat one, the sick one, the cute one, the old one...the one that's been there the longest...the one that's missing a tail??? The suspense is killing me!

Kinzi

P.S....hold your applause...but I haven't pooped myself since yesterday. Mommy moved me upstairs to the spare room where it's alot warmer than in the basement...thinking maybe the cold basement is what's giving me trouble. So far, so good...but there's carpet everywhere in my new room so I know I'm going to get in big trouble if I mess it up in there. Getting thrown in the washing machine will be the least of my problems! ...anyone got the number for Stanley Steamer in case I need it???

Oh boy...here we go again...

My sweetie, Herbie, has a new best friend. He's had alot of friends this year...and they have all been adopted but he's still here. He gets along with everyone, so it's easy for him to make friends when Mommy brings home a new cat. Now his new buddy is Gadget. I wonder how long before Gadget gets adopted and Herbie is sad again. I sure wish Herbie would snuggle with me like that, but let's face facts...my big ol' behind isn't gonna fit in that bed...and if you did get me in there, you'd need the jaws of life to get me out.

We had a break from making cards tonight. After Mommy got done cleaning up all the cat puke that was on the table, she said she lost her motivation. Thank goodness none of it got on all the stamps we made and colored last night...that might have driven Mommy to drink! Mommy says she's having a mental block. She can't figure out how to do the cards. I told her I'm ready to do my part and slap my inky paw on 'em when she's done, but I can't do that till she figures out what she's going to do with them.

Oh ya...I'm a mess again and as soon as I'm done writing this I have to have another stupid bath. It's just me and Mommy tonight so it will be interesting to see which one of us is wetter when we're done! Dr. Dickie says some of her patients with arthritis are having problems since the weather got colder, but she's not sure if that's why I'm doing so poorly or not. So...my meds are getting raised again...this time to 7.5 mg. Mommy says if I don't stop pooping on myself she's going to start throwing me in the washing machine with my poopy blankie. I know she's just kidding....right? Isn't there something in the Shelter to Home foster agreement that says you can't launder your foster cats??? Rhonda?? Lori?? Brenda?? Shelley?? Jean...someone??? If you come over here and I'm smelling like Downy...I want a full investigation!!!

Kinzi