Red Tabby Tocks!

Is thare anything better than stretching out?  And thare is a lot of me to stretch out even tho I'm jes barely 6 months old. 



For the rekord, that's a 13 inch tail.  Here's a better shot of my fabulous tabby kitten tocks.  Enjoy!

Enjoy your Tocktober,

Cuddles and biskits, Spencer

If Yoo See My Hart, Well, It's in Sandfrandcisko....

Lobby call wuz erly.  Me and Mommy wuz meeting up with the Food Lady and Mr. Tasty Face for a ride in the bloo masheen ackross the Goldin Gate bridge to cheer on Jeter Harris' mom as she continyood walking for the boobies.  Even tho we had a wild nite, all it took wuz some go go joose for Mommy at the Starbucks cross the street and we wuz reddy to gaze at the most famiss bridge in the wurld:  The Goldin Gate.  (So why is it red and not gold?) 



It wuz heer that Mommy did the most imbarrising thing on the hole trip.   At first I thot she wuz gonna do a bomit, then I reelized it wuz wurse than that.  Much much worse.  She wantid to know, is he REELY Mr. Tasty Face?



Oh, thank bast... she wuz jes teesing.  But sriously, I kooda jes died.  I wuz far bedder behaved. 



It wuz time for the walkers to arrive, so we set up our cheering stayshun and that's whare I met my new best furrend, Atlas!  Flat At and his Dad joined us!  It's me, JH, Flat At and Skeezy overlooking the bay.  We had our pink poms poms reddy to cheer. 



But wate!  We had anuther speshul gest arriving to help us!  Who dat?



It's Fiona Bun!  Yes!  THE Fiona Bun!  I seen rabbits before, but I haff nefur seen a lady bun.



The wite patch on her nose, her soft furs...Fiona Bun is sumthin speshul!  Boy wuz Jete's mom surrpurrized when she came walkin up dat hill!  She grabbt Fiona Bun and gave her a cuddle.  (And we diddint know this, but Fiona has a strickt no cuddle rool she broke for this extra speshul occayshun...how neet!)



We kooda stood around and talked all day, but we had to let Jete's mom git to walkin.  The Food Lady drove us down into Salsaleeto whare we surrpurrized her time and time again as she wuz walkin.  We were laffin and laffin.  We kooda done that all day, but me and Mommy had a plane to catch.  It wuz time to go home. 

After going throo all these pictures...a total of neerly 200 pictures from the trip...there is not a single one...not ONE of me and the Food Lady.  What the?  How in the world did that happin?  And we is so grateful for her and her bloo masheen pickin us up and drivin us around.  I gess that meens we are jes gonna haff to go bak and do it again. 

Bak home the reel me wuz vary happy to see Mommy.  Flat Echo had a grate time.  He wuz a grate substitoot and lookt so much like me I got jellis.  So I peerced his ear.  Now yoo can tell us apart.



And I reely enjoyed gettin a whiff of the "Full Skeezy".  Mommy's klose smellt so intristing!  I laid down on them to take it all in.  It wuz jes like reely beeing thare. 



I hope I've given yoo an idea how grate a time this wuz and whut wonderful peeple I wuz forchunate enuf to hang out with.  As we kitties (and buns!)  alreddy know, we gots sum terrific peeple in our lives...our mommies and daddies, our food ladies and tasty face pals and fur furrends. 

It's troo.  I reely did leeve my hart thare with each of them. 

Trip to Sandfrandsisko: Day One, Part Two: 
Echo's A Pawty Animal!  With Groopies!

I want yoos to know this wuz a bizniss trip.  Mommy came out to lissen to music by sum vary talentid music makers and lern why she mite want to play them on her radio show.  So in the following pictures it mite look like we is haffing way too much fun to be on a bizniss trip, but it is vary hard work to be in the ennertayning bizniss.  We were all working vary hard on this nite. 

Reely.  Seriously. 

After hangin with Skeezix and Flat Jeter and Bosco and the food ladies me and Mommy got on a party bus bownd for Nappa.   The peeple on the bus were all icksitid to meet me.  I made lots of new furrends.   In the music biz thay call em groopies.

 

I had many groopies.  Thay all wantid to pet me.



Sumbuddy sed "Hay look over thare, whuts all them pink tents fur?"



I skrambled to the window and knew rite away whut thay wuz for. I tole all my groopies  "That's whare Jeter Harris' mom is gonna sleep tonite!"  Duzzins and duzzins of tents in the shadow of the Golden Gate bridge so all the brest canser walkers kood git sum sleep during thare 60 mile walk.



I got a lump in my throte when I saw all them tents thinking of all the peeple woo wood be sleeping in them.  Evry one of them had a story of how cancer had effecktid them.  Evry one of them had workt vary hard to be thare and were struggling in thare own way to make it all those miles. 

Then beforr I knew it I was seeing another grate site for the first time in my life.  We wuz going over the Golden Gate bridge!



How vary ixsiting! 

It wuz many more miles beforr we got to our destinayshun:  the Niebaumm Rubicon Estate whare Francis Ford Coppola makes lots and lots of happy joose.  It wuz a byootiful site.



Peeple in Callifornya are diffrint.  At this house thay had the bathtub outside.  I wuz careful not to fall in.

I also met famiss country singer Gary Allan. Jes between yoo and me,  I wuzzint that impresst with him.  I meen, he kinda pales in comparisun to celebri-cats like Skeezy and Jete.  And I don't think he's got much experience with cats. 



Inside the house I saw sumthing I haff nefur seen before.  Stares!  I meen, we haff stares at our house but thay go up into the seeling whare the Krissmiss dekorayshuns and lited vishus deer skellatins live.  So I ran all the way up the stares and wated for Mommy.  She's much slower than I am. 



Izzint that a byootiful stained glass window? 



We lookt all around the big house.  I found a reely old chare to sit in.  It belonged to the man who bilt the house, Mr. Neebaum.  I'm lucky I diddint land in the hoosegow for sittin thare.  Thare wuz a sign on the desk that sed "do not touch".   But I wuzzint too worried.  After all, I'm a celebri-cat with groopies so that meens I automatickally git high powered lawyers and pee arr peeple to git me out of inny trubble I mite land in wile in Californya. 



We paused to look out the window at the nite.  Me and Mommy had a speshul feeling when we did.  And we haddint even tasted inny wine yet!



So whare is the grape joose?  I kept serching and serching. I fownd sum barrels but the happy joose in them wuzzint reddy yet.



Yureeka!   This is whare thay poor the happy joose!  I hopped rite up thare on the bar and ordered sum for Mommy. 



Together we fownd a chare to sit in and be happy.  



Back upstares we had dinner and then Gary Allen played sum music.   He's had lotsa hit songs and it wuz a grate konsert.  The gitar he wuz playing wuz vary old.  A 1948 JT Hunter.  (At furst I thot he sed its name wuz Jeter Harris, but that wuz jes the happy joose makin me heer things.  Har har har!)  Innyway, Gary  had just bot it becuz his band had lost all thare instroomints in a horrible tornaydo storm wile playing outside in Canada this summer.  It wuz such a bad storm a lady died.  Gary Allen has had many tragidees in his life.  Apparently he's crosst too many paths with basemint cat.  But he sure is a gud singer. 



When the show wuz over we went outside to look at the byootiful nite. 



This is whare Mommy sed she nefur wantid to go home.  But heer thare is no reel Echo, no reel Tenny, no reel Spencer and speshully no reel Daddy. 



Our time at the happy joose house wuz over so we got on the pawty bus and rockt and rollt down the highway back to Sandfrandsisko.  As yoo can tell, it got a littel sideways.   The groopies were outta control!   One mita bin missin thare panties.   It wuz as thay say "off the hook". 



But the music biz izzint all glammerous pawtying til dawn.  Me and Mommy had whut thay say in the biz "lobby call" at 7:15 in the morning.  I had another famiss celebritee to meet.   Mr. Tasty Face!!!  In purrson!

Be heer tomorrow for Sandfranciscko Day Two!!!

A Grate Reezun To Ware Pink:  Sandfrandsisko Day One

It's the most ixsiting time I haff efur had in my life!  So icksiting it's gonna take a few days to tell the story. 

Mommy and I went on a grate big plane to Sandfrandsisko.  I had to git flat cattid for the trip becuz airfare is so spensive and becuz I dont think I wood like sitting like a sardeen in an aloominum can flying a squillion miles an hour next to a man who dried off with a sour towil. 

I had a big bed to sleep on.  And boy wuz it funny when the maid came in the room.  She thot I wuz reel! 



On the commint card I wrote that turndown serviss shood inclood Temtayshuns on the pillow.

Yoo may notiss in the picture I am waring pink. Normally I haff a strickt rool that I do not ware pink.  But like that stoopid rool whare I am not suppost to be on the kitchen kownters, I brake rools when I feel like it.  And on this day I had good reezun to brake it.  It wuz a speshul day and a very speshul okayshun.  I wantid to make sure I lookt my best for many reezuns.  I wuz gonna meet the most well dresst and famiss cat in the wurld, Skeezix the Cat!  And we wuz gonna go and meet another wurld famiss cat, Jeter Harris (the flat).  Together with sum other food ladies we wuz gonna cheer on Jete's mom cuz she wuz walking a squillion miles to save boobies and the peeple who haff em.

Skeezy's Food Lady pickt us up in the bloo masheen with Skeezix hisself inside!  I wuz so icksitid to meet Skeezy and the Food Lady that fur a minit I thot I had the skwerts.  Then I reelized it wuzzint reely me.  It wuz Skeezy.  I gess he wuz kinda icksitid to meet me too.  And he tole me many stories on our way to the beech to meet evryone.  Like, he usually rides in the front seet whare Mommy wuz sitting.  How he likes to look outside at the world rushing by the masheen and how he tried to drive the car once.  Skeezy sed he duzzint mind riding in the masheen on the highway but the city streets makes him kinda nerviss.  He is kwite the conversayshunalist and has a beautipuss way with wurds yoo wood not know unless yoo met him yurself. 

I think Peeple Magazeen shood name Skeezix the Cat "Sexiest Mancat Alive", becuz I think Mommy's nees got week when she met him.  Jes look at the goofy grin on her face.  If it wuz George Cloony or Brad Pit in her arms she woodint make her face like that.   But Skeezy?  If I wuzzint so starstruck myself I wooda bin imbarrist.

 

At one point Mommy had a private talk with Skeezy and wile I diddint heer whut she sed, I'm pretty sure she sweet talked him cuz when she talks to me like that I purr.  And Skeezy purred.  Mommy's eyes leeked jes a littel when he did. 

I reely enjoyed meeting flat JH.  But he's kinda kwiet. So is Bosco.  Skeezy is so grate with the camra, he even smiled!



We all cheered when JH's mom and her teem came by on thare long walk. 

Thay kood only stay for a wile since it wuz importint thay kept walking.  So me and Skeezy had a chance to go on the beech.



Me and Skeezy agreed we'd nefur seen a litter bocks that big beforr.  Had I not bin flat cattid I am sure I wood haff takin advantage of it.  And since Skeezy had gotten rid of his skwerts he diddint need to use it neether. 

Skeezy got the braves and went down the steps to investigate sumthing vary intristing.  I wuz very impresst.  Skeezy is a brave mancat hoo is used to many advenchures. 



Yoo know whut he saw?  Birds!  Grate big birds!  Lunch wuz flying around evrywhare!



Skeezy sed "Come heer birdies and lets play!"  I sed "Furgit it Skeez, thay is chicken!"



Skeezy and JH were laffin and laffin at that one!  Har Har Har!!!



I'm tellin ya, it wuz a grate time and I nefurr in a squillion yeers did I think I wood reely meet Skeezix.

Me and Mommy had many more things to do so the Food Lady and Skeezix took us bak to the hotel.  Skeezix sat on Mommy's lap so his smells kood git on her klose for the reel me to smell later. 

But we wood meet up again in the morning, becuz me and Mommy had another grate advenchure:  We wuz going to a place whare thay make happy joose and lissen to a famiss singer named Gary Allen.  I will tell yoo more about that tomorrow in Sandfrandcisko: Day One, Part Two.

ECHO IS GOING TO SANDFRANCISKO!

Thursday I am goin on an airplane to Sandfrancisko whare I am going to meet sum of the most faymiss cats in the wurld, inclooding my bestest furrend Skeezix!  Jeter Harriss's mom is gonna walk and walk to save boobies and that's whut is bringing so many cats and thare peeple together.  We is all gonna cheer her on becuz she is gonna walk somethin like a squillion miles in three days. 

I'm so excited I kin hardly stand it.  Tenny and Spencer are stayin home with Daddy and thay are so jellis!

This wuz completely unexpecktid.  Mommy got an invitayshun to go to Sandfrancisko to listen to sum singers she mite want to play on her radio show.  And she tole me I wuz gonna git flat cattid so I can come along.  As yoo can see, I am posing for my offishul travelin portrit.  Luckily I don't haff to take all that junk behind me on the airplane.  Well, maybe the skratchy thing.  Or a blankie or two. 

Becuz mommy gits to meet faymiss peeple all the time she tole me whut to do when I meets all these celebri-cats.  The most importint thing is not to be a "gurm".  That's whut celebritees call fans who lose control and go on and on like a hedless ninny. So I must remempurr not to act like mommy when she wuz in the Walgreens and saw Daisy's card for sale. 

I do beeleeve this is the coolest nooz efur!

Spencer haz bin kinda hoggin the spotlite heer on meezerboy.com lately but thats okay.  Its okay if he gits attenshun heer.  As long as I gits my mommy time and my mancat time in the reel wurld I'm purrfecktly happy.  And my peeple haff bin reely gud about not ignorring me and Tenny to be with Spencer.

 I understand how it is with kittens. They are wild and crazy and kyoot and intristing and demand yur attenshun.   Yoo cannot ignorr them.   After all we is not kittens fur long so yoo gotta enjoy it wile it lasts.   And Spencer, well, Spencer jes wont let yoo ignorr him even if yoo tried!  He's in my face allot.   But yoo know whut? I'm still in charge heer and I'm cheef cat and I'm callin the shots. So if yoo see Spencer allot its becuz I'm lettin it happin.  Thats my storry and I'm stikin to it.

Today I feels like treetin yoo to sum recent shots of my mancatliness. 

I like mornings in the front of the howse.  The room is lite and kleen and thares lotsa windows to look out.  Stretched out on the tabil I can see evrything.

Back on the flore I'm takin care of sum purrsunal bizniss.  Gotta stay nice-in kleen, ya knows.



Its my job to be alert to evrything in my howse.  Nothin gits passt me when I give the wurld the big eye.

My varry favrite thing about this room is the sunnyshine.  It makes my furs warm and makes me happy.   I look gud in the sunnyshine.  And I knows it.

The Fether!  Git the Fether!!!!

I is a stalker in training.  Slowly I creep.  If it moves, I'm reddy!  I thinks I'm dooin it rite.



Yay!  I is doing it rite!  Rowl!  I'm a feerse kitteh...



I must be gud, becuz now I gots specktaters!  Tenny is cheering me on.  Go Spency, GO!  Git the fether!!!



Drat!  Missed it!  I wuz kinda twisted rong in the air.  I'm a gud jumper tho.  When it comes to the fether, a kitteh shood nefur give up!

Yay, got it again!  As long as I keep it under my paw, the fether kant fly away!



I hope yoo had fun watching me play fether.  I is tired kitteh so it's naptime now.  See yoo laters!

Thoughtful, Contented Fur Faces

We're a trio of happy kitties.

It's a peacefull morning.  The house is quiet and my peeple are home.  I'm gonna get lots of loves and pets and snuggles.  In a little while I'll find Mommy and give her gentle lingering head bumpies and invite her to put kissies on my hed.  I love that.

Tenny is thinking to herself,  "Did I find all the Temtayshuns hidden around the house today?" 

Spencer is taking a brief rest before chasing his new housemates again.  It won't remain quiet for long. 

Spencer's Hoo-Ha-Ectomy Day

They won't be around for long...

It's quite unfair, really.  I mean, I wasn't even driving!!!

Going...

Going....



Gone!



Okay, 2 more words...

REALLY GONE!