1989 - 2005

Weasel the cat died on Saturday January 15, 2005. He had cancer and kidney failure but he didn't suffer. He was a wonderful, fat, plush little kitty who had been my close companion for over 15 years. He used to cackle when he would see birds outside his window. His meow was sort of a squawk and he used to purr when he ate good wet cat food. He really liked my dog Holly and would let her put her nose in his fur and sniff him all over. They had become good friends over the last six years. Weasel would sleep deep inside my bed in winter months and sometimes purr so loudly it became impossible for me to sleep.
I already miss him very, very much.

Weasel's person Robert.

back in November

Back in November I looked like this:


I've lost a lot of weight since then. I'm really tired most of the time and I don't have hardly any appetite at all. I just want to nap.
I've been sitting on my person's lap a lot lately.

here, still

tired

I've been to doctor's office twice in three days now. I don't like riding in the carrier in the car but I don't mind too much when I'm there except when they prick me or try to open my mouth. The first time I was there for several hours and some girls gave me a bath among other things. I like girls. Yep, I like the ladies and the ladies like me. I used to like to lick Sarah's skin, especially after she had been riding her bicycle. I'm glad I have a lady doctor. Anyway, while at the doctors I found a bowl of hard dry cookie things shaped a little like dog's chew toys. That doctor said they were dog biscuits but they didn't taste like dogs. I ate half of one, it wasn't bad.

I feel better, I have more of an appetite but I do feel tired. I just want to nap alot now (like that's any different than before). Maybe it's the stuff they keep puttting in my mouth twice a day, tastes funny. I am getting the really good food all the time now instead of once every other day or so. Lots of tuna and fish and stuff in sauce, as much as I can eat. I still purr when I eat. I told you earlier I purr when I eat good cat food, were you paying attention?

another picture of me

This photo isn't great but it's not bad either. I'm still a good looking cat for over 15 years old.

I don't feel too well

I've lost much of my appetite over the last 10 days and I've lost some weight too. I don't feel too good. My person is going to take me to the doctor. I don't like going to the doctor because I have to ride in a crate and then some strange person pokes and prods me. Sometimes they stick me with a needle!
I just want to nap.

did you know?

I throw-up a lot. Did you know that? Did you want to know that? You should know everything I should decide to tell you. You should know everything that any cat should decide to tell you and you should feel priviledged, too. I mean, if a cat should grace your pitiful little existence with a little tidbit of cat knowledge, well then, isn't that your lucky day? Of course it is.

I have a sensitive stomach and I vomit because of it. There, aren't you priviledged now.

what's the fuss about?

So a school awarded an MBA to a cat. So what. Maybe the cat really deserved it. Did you ever think of that? I hate that people just assume that a cat can't do graduate level course work. Mine own life and work experience should equal an MFA. I mean, have you seen some of the crap coming out of art schools lately? Even a dog could do as well and that's not saying much believe me. And I do live in an art studio and have always been around art and artists my entire life. I have life experience, damnit! I deserve recognition. I want my advanced degree. It's only fair.

my box

This is my box. My person's camera he bought on eBay came in it from Canada. I don't know where that is but they make some fine boxes there. I spend hours every day in this box. If you mess with my box I'll kill you, I'm just sayin', you know?



...but don't I look cute in it?
I said, don't I look cute? ...come on, say it.

finally!

Finally, a decent photo of me! I guess taking a dump in his shoes and taking a quick swipe at him with my claws had an effect. Don't worry, I didn't let out too much of his blood.

cat photos

In other words, the most important photos in the world. The photos you need to see. Cat photos! More importantly, ME photos! Photos of ME!!! My person still can't take a decent photo of me. Something about my black as night fur absorbing all the light. I don't believe him. I'm going to go poop in his camera bag. Ha!

napping's more important than blogging

I haven't posted anything lately because I've been busy napping. Napping is very important. It's also important that you do it right. There is a right way and a wrong way to nap and you have to practice a lot to keep up your napping skills. I take napping very serious.
If anyone needs me too bad. Don't bother me, I'll be taking a nap.

...but here's a newer photo of me. It's a bad photo, it doesn't show my eyes well at all, but anyway...

I still don't have enough pictures!

The dummy, I mean my person, still hasn't put enough pictures of ME up on my own blog! I don't get it. He's got two cameras now (I sleep in the box one of them came in.) He's got a scanner. I know he's got the time 'cause he's been posting photos on two photoblogs called Foto-Cecil and Bru~Bru. Stupid names, right? Why not "My Cats Photoblog" or better yet "Weasel the Cat's Photoblog". Why not pictures of me on my own blog?
I think it must be that he won't be satisfied with anything less than the best for ME, his cat and cat photos are diffilcult to get right. Yeah, sure. He's just lazy. I can understand that though. I'm not all that busy myself, although I do have an extensive program of napping that I have to complete, but after that I just chill.

Earlier today I went with the dogs for a walk in the field below the studio. Boy were those dumb canines suprised. They got all excited to see me out that far from home. I went all of 75 feet, can you believe it? I'm like an explorer, I should have my own show on the Travel Channel.

string, wonderful string

Isn't string fascinating? Isn't it wonderful? It moves, it dangles, it twitches almost like it's alive. It dares taunt me but when I catch it it plays dead only to spring to life again! It's amazing. Truly amazing.

...hey, it's a cat thing, I don't expect you to understand.

I've got lots of boxes now

My favorite new box is the one my person's new camera came in from Canada. I don't know where Canada is (or why I should care, either) but they make good boxes up in Canadia. I like to sleep in this one. My person also has a new scanner so I should have more Me photos to share as soon as he gets off his lazy ass and gets to work on what's important around here!

Grasshoppers make good toys but they're not good to eat. Just remember that.

dead bunny

Some people write about their bunnies who have just died. I don't get this. I don't get this at all. Why would anyone write about a bunny? It's not like they're cats. Can bunnies catch mice and eat them? Do bunnies go out every night and bring back a vole every morning for 10 days straight as a gift for their person? Do bunnies dance in the moonlight with their prey before they kill them?
I don't think so.
Dumb bunnies.

two things

First, today I went all the way up to the main house on my own. I had never done that before because that big cat was always there to chase me away. But now he's gone and I think it's safe now. Plus I think the people there are needing a cat's presence right about now and as long as it doesn't interfere with my nap time I'm happy to oblige.

Second, some mice are just not very digestible.

Welcome Planet Suckers

I know at least one or two of you have come here. And why not? There are plenty of cat people on Planet Sucks or should I say Planet Socks? I know my person is sucking up to all the dog people on that site but what the hey? He doesn't know what he's doing these days, grief and all, you know how it is. Too many people (and cats) have died recently. He's just not himself. Not the way I, or any decent cat, think he should be. Once he feels better I'll have him eating out of my hand, so to speak (That's funny because, as everyone can see, I'm the one who should be fed by hand, of course!) I'll get him, some day, to set up a web-cam so everyone can gaze upon my beauty and magnificence in real time.
My claws can be real persuasive.
Oh, oh! Excuse me, I have to go, theres a wire twist tie on the floor that needs my attention.

That other cat is dead

That 20 year old cat that was sick went to the vet and didn't come back. His name was Orson. I didn't like him but my person did. This is bad timing. Another thing for my person to be sad about. He needs to have things happen that make him happy, like, oh eating a mouse or something. I brought him one but he didn't eat it, it didn't even cheer him up a little. Oh well, more mouse for me. I like to eat all but their tails. I like to leave their tails as sort of a trophy.

napping

I need my sleep so I nap alot... unless I'm eating I'm napping except when I yowl at around 3am.

go figure

Imagine asking a cat about blogging. Why would a cat blog? Why would you read a cat's blog? I know why. You read because it's about ME!!! You can't get enough of ME. It's all about ME. And why shouldn't it be? I AM a cat, you know and I am ME! Who wouldn't want to know more about ME?

I understand, you know, your needs. Who, other than another cat, would understand better your need to know more about me? Don't be embarrassed, but I'm just doing this to help you out. You know you need this.
Here's a little tidbit for you: I purr when I eat canned cat food.

Now go get me a gift subscription to the Salmon of the Month Club.
I have napping to do.

I got a box!

The dummy, I mean my person, just got a camera from Amazon. It's just a toy, a Holga, but it means I get a cardboard box to sit in. Oh joy, oh rapture!
Now if I only had some tuna life would be perfect.

oh, death!

A cat I know is going to be put down soon. He's not at all well. He's really sick, actually. He's 20 years old, he's got diminished kidney function, a hyper-active thyroid and I think he's senile. I never did like him much. He used to try and intimidate me; I'm just a little cat although I'm almost as old as him (not really, I'm just 15), he was a big, BIG, cat. Kind of a bully. Still, it's always sad when a cat has to go but doesn't know enough to go on his own.

Finally

Finally, at long last, the jerk, I mean my person, has posted a picture of ME! A CAT PICTURE!!! A picture of a cat on my own freakin' blog! About freakin' time! It's not a good photo (I'll get him for that later) but it IS a photo of ME (and that's what is important). It was taken back when I lived in the city, in the first house I ever lived in, on Pennsylvania Ave in south St Louis. I looked good, didn't I ? Yeah, you know it, I looked really good.

I know he's got at least one photo

He could post at least one photo of me, goddamnit!
And it's not like photos are expensive or difficult to deal with. I think he really doesn't like cats as much as he says he does.
I mean he takes and post pictures of the damn dogs, the dogs damn it! But not me, oh no not me!

I feel like taking a dump in one of his slippers.

Holly...

This is the dog that likes to stick her nose in my fur. She really likes cats and why not? Some dogs are smart like that, I mean we ARE talking about cats, right?
I can't believe that my person still doesn't have any cat photos, specifically ME photos, to post. It's kind of embarassing to have the first photo on my blog to be of a dog and not a cat even if she is my girlfriend.
I think I'll scratch him.
Later, after a nap or two.

do it yourself

My girlfriend is a dog named Holly. She likes to stick her nose in my fur. I don't mind that at all.

I'd post photos of me or at least other cats but my person is so pre-occupied right now he won't get a camera. He makes me mad sometimes.
Thank god I have razor sharp claws.

he just can't

He's doing it again. He just won't stop. With all the cat-related things he could post he's still not posting much about me.

Well... as long as I still get tuna.

I used to live in the city

I used to live in an old house in the city but now I live in the country. I still don't like to go outside much, it's kind of scary and I'm just a little cat.

blog shmog

Call me Weasel. I live in an art studio/library. I sleep a lot. I am a small black cat.

A really nice girl named Sarah Heyman saved me when I was real little and sent me to live with this guy named Robert Keith. He has a blog but he hasn't written about me yet. He is very upset over something now but it's not cat-related so I don't know...

I liked the way Sarah smelled. She smelled good for a non-cat.