Kitty Comas

If there's one thing about which you can be certain, it's that felines love sleep and we do it as often as we can. There's even a cat that sleeps with lettuce on her head! Many of our friends sleep on their backs, but since we're in charge of apartment security we have to be ever-vigilant so we rarely do that.

Getting to Know the Neighbors

This is Oreo, who lives downstairs with her sister, Princess, and her person, Bionett. Oreo is extremely cross-eyed, and I never know which eye to look at when we meowing at each other. Oreo does most of the security duties on the first floor of our building.


This is Sylvester when he was a baby. He lives with his person, Brant, two blocks away. He used to come and visit but now he prefers to "cat around" outside with the ladies. It's okay, though, 'cause Ole and I are trying to keep a female majority in this region of the feline union.

Driving our People Nuts

Personally I think everyone should have at least one of these in their front yard so the neighbors will know there's a killer feline inside.

I've figured out one of the many ways to drive our people crazy...Mom's purchased the same chicken-flavored treats for us for years, and now we're pretending that we don't like them anymore. She throws them to us and we sniff them and walk away. Pop goes nuts 'cause he finds them all over the place!

The only canned food we like is Friskies Sliced Chicken Dinner in Gravy, but sometimes Mom tries to sneak in Shredded instead of Sliced, so we just slurp up the gravy and leave the icky shredded stuff. People just don't get the finicky part of us. I know that Roly Poly Ole looks like she eats just about everything, but she's chubby 'cause she polishes off leftover Cool Whip or ice cream whenever she can, kinda like Mom.

We've finally figured out what TKFKAS does on our bench at night -- she reads the paper! She's so snooty and thinks she's some kind of intellectual. Here's a photo of TKFKAS with her canine roomie, Daisy.

The Alien Invasion

So here we are having a perfectly excellent weekend of more sleeping when the aliens come over! Part of our personal feline code is to immediately retreat under the bed when aliens visit. We rarely allow them to gaze upon our gorgeous selves and reserve that privilege only for Mom and Pop. Occasionally I stroll out just to see what species is visiting this time!

Here's an example of what I'm talking about -- This is our alien neighbor Brent, and his equally alien daughter Hyler. We make an exception for them and allow them to visit only because they also have a feline, not to mention a canine! I just can't imagine being a feline who allows a canine to invade my space! Thus, Roly Poly and I are quite certain that she does a lot of nip just to cope.

Brent and Hyler got their cat when another neighborhood alien, Wayne, moved away. He couldn't take Stella with him because his new living arrangements included three canines! So now she lives practically next door and they re-named her Bella, but I prefer to call her "The-cat-formerly-known-as-Stella." TCFKAS spends a lot of time outside and sometimes she even has the audacity to perch on the bench right outside our door!!! Somestimes Roly and I can hear her carrying on outside, and when Mom goes to check it out, TKFKAS glares at her and skulks back to her own living quarters.
We have to be on alert and constantly vigilant for these subversive activities in our area. It's not easy being us.

I'll be the Teller of Tales (Tails?)

If you tried reading Roly Poly Ole's blog entry, you can see why I've appointed myself the primary blogger. She's cute but not particularly bright. Pop calls her fat, but Mom calls her voluptuous. I, myself, am quite svelte and I'm also the alpha female in this household, except when it comes to food.

Our people have a ridiculous rule that we don't get our daily canned food until 6PM each day, which means we start acting out (having BE's or Brain Explosions) around 4:30PM to remind them that we're frail and bordering on starvation. We race around the apartment like horses and if any person goes near the kitchen, we carry on like raving banshees. Ole always eats first, while I politely assume my same position behind her and wait until she's finished. Believe me, that's the ONLY time she's a bit alpha!

Sometimes when Mom's lying in bed reading, Ole plops on top of her demanding attention. It makes me want to puke, so occasionally I jump up on the bed and whack her just for being so needy. She really needs therapy but what am I to do?

I'm told I have a bad cattitude sometimes. I'm not sure what that implies, but I like things on my own terms. Mom told me about a calico cat she had in NYC who had a similar cattitude, but I'm not quite as bad. I really like the sound of my own hiss and I like swatting stuff when I'm PO'd. If that's cattitude, then I guess I've got it!

This is the futon where we snooze while Mom's on the computer. There's a wooden box on the computer desk with treats in it so I sometimes tap Mom on the leg to remind her that it's time for our reward just for being cute. One day she got up to do something and forgot to close the box and when she came back Ole had helped herself to the treats and they were all over the desk and even on the floor! That never happened again!

Roly Poly's Ole's Turn

Itz troo -- I waz wunce a babee catt two. The Bean (datz whot I kall her) and mee kayme frum the sayme playce two livv wit ar peepl. I pheel dey gawt a mutch bedder dele whenn dey gawt me. So wot iff Ime afrayd of everywon but mye peepl -- I jes done lyke whenn aliens comm two mie hous so I hyde. Sumtymes I send The Bean owt to chek whooze there or try an git rid of them, but it yewshewally doeznt werk. Shee's the killer in dis howse and Ime the luvver, butt onlee wit my peepl. No won elss iz permittttted two tutch dis tempul!!!! Ever!!!
Mom's mie fayvret peepl. Pop sez wee ar sergicly attatched, wotever dat meenz.

I missss Mom's ole compewtr -- I hed sutch a grayt playce to keepe warm.

Let's Talk About ME!!!

I'm sharing some of my baby pictures with you so you can see how I became the grown beauty that I am. I was so cute as a baby that it even breaks MY heart! I was named Lena right from the start and my people intended to get a male kitten someday and name him Ole. I went from Lena to Beanie almost immediately and now I only answer to that if I feel like it.

I've always been quite vocal, right from the start. Sometimes I just stare at one of my people and yowl for no reason. It drives them crazy and is great fun!

Hello World!!!

You're finally going to get a glimpse of what it's like to be a housecat in Florida. The black furball in the photo is Ole, AKA Roly Poly Ole Fannoli, Cannoli, and I'm Lena, known to my close associates as Beanie.

I'll be doing most of the writing of this thing since Ole doesn't have a very good grasp of the language of people. I'll be sharing our baby pictures along the way, as well as the traumas and good times we endure in our abode.

I've been living with my people for about 6 years, and Ole's lived with us for about five years. We've were at an orphanage called the Humane Society when we were sprung by Jo and Steve. It was hard for me being an only cat and somehow my people must've known that. They went back to the orphanage and got Ole and life's never been the same for me!