Howl-O-Ween Started Early Here

Yes, Howl-O-Ween started early in our house, about the time that Ollie-the-dog came to live with us. The first day was memorable in so many ways, but specifically, when Sophie-the-cat sat on my bed and HOWLED her fuzzy little head off for me to come to her.

She was not happy about a woofie coming to live here and wanted to make sure I knew just how much.

Sophie would not let me comfort her, pet her, or offer chin scritches. She was determined to get her point across that she was NOT happy. Or else she was auditioning her new Top 40 album for all to hear!

Day 2 went better, as did Day 3 and 4. She finally left the bedroom and joined me and Ollie out in the living room. But it was touch-and-go there for a while. I really felt bad for her — and not just because I had to listen to her pitiful howling. She was really in distress at the turn events in our house. I never expected that reaction. I thought she would just hide under the bed all day, not SING, too.

Thank COD, she has come around.  She runs and jumps like an Olympic hurdler; showing flexibility and form as skilled as any athlete. It’s her perch on top of the cat condo and she sits up there


How can I use this situation to my advantage?

How can I use this situation to my advantage?

like a Queen surveying her realm…and HOWLS! I don’t know WHAT she is looking at, but she puts her head up to look at the ceiling and just HOWLS. I think she is hoping someone in the Universe will hear her tale of despair. “Look what I must put up with now!”

Sophie is vocalizing more in general since Ollie came to live with us. She certainly has a lot to say, I just can’t figure out what it could be except for expressing her displeasure at the situation. However, we have reached some sort of détente at night. When I’m sitting on the couch, she will sleep on one side of me and Ollie on the other. At least, they are occupying the same piece of furniture. That’s progress.

We just have to get used to this new talent my cat has developed. Singing. (Howling)

Halloween will forever be remembered now as Howl-O-Ween in our house. It took a woofie to get her to sing!

Happy Halloween, Everyone!


National Cat Day A Hit With Cats

Sophie here: It’s National Cat Day this week…October 29th. That’s what it says on Mom’s calendar. Hmmmm….I

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(c) Moggiepurrs 2014

wonder how people celebrate it. I know cats think EVERYDAY is Cat Day. We have a little nip, purr a song or two, and luxuriate in our favorite napping spots.

I think it is nice to have a National Cat Day. There are “days” for everything else, why not one for cats? I mean, the Hallmark people are always coming up with new days for us to celebrate! They’ve finally hit on something great here with National Cat Day.

I guess part of the celebration ought to be keeping a good thought out for our animal shelter cousins who are desperately hoping some human will drop by and take them home, or that Rescue Kitties will finally be rescued, or that more feral cats will be T-N-R’d.

I can see now why it is important to have a National Cat Day. There are many things to think about, if you’re a cat. I guess niptinis and long naps are not the appropriate way to celebrate this day. But I think engaging in some power purring would still be in order.

Okay…so here I go: I’m sending out power purrs and prayers to all of the needy kitties of the world…and

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. [insert long nap here]

Autumn Leaves and I Wish the Dog Would Too

Sophie here: I’m looking forward to Halloween. I like when it gets close to that holiday because I watch

I like my perch. No one can get me here. It's even a stretch for Mom.

I like my perch. No one can get me here. It’s even a stretch for Mom.

the leaves whirling about from the window (IF THE DOG DOESN’T GET IN MY WAY). It’s also close to the time when Mom turns the heat on, so it is warm and toasty here. It might only be on for a little while every day just to take the chill off the room. (That’s what Mom says…) but, by Thanksgiving we’ll have it on all of the time.

Have you seen those kitty beds that get warmer and warmer as the kitty sleeps on it? I want one of those. After my last kitty bed got STOLEN BY THE DOG, though, Mom may not buy me another one for a while.

I now love my Cat Condo Furniture and spend entire days on the tippity-top level and survey my realm. I can see everything from up there and THE DOG CAN’T GET ME! Ha-ha!! YOU CURLY-HAIRED MUTT WITH…

Mom here: “Sophie, be nice to your fur-brother!!”

Sophie: See what I mean? It’s like he’s a new baby in the house or something. I have to be nice to it. Bah!

Anyhow, Happy Autumn Leaves to you, and then soon it will be time for the countdown to Christmas! Maybe this time instead of asking SantaPaws if he will bring me something, I will ask him to TAKE SOMETHING AWAY…MR. DOG. DID YOU HEAR ME, MUTT???

Ahem…have a nice day, y’all.


Dog Officially Joins Family

We are signed, sealed and delivered now as a new pet family. Ollie-the-dog is an official member of

This used to be my bed. The dog stole it from me!

This used to be my bed. The dog stole it from me!

Sophie-the-cat’s household. No more fostering — Ollie and I own each other now. He’s very happy about it. Sophie is resigned to her new position as alpha-animal in the house.

There was a small dust-up the other day when Sophie occupied the arm of the sofa by the window and Ollie wanted a turn. She told him in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t finished with it yet…no puffy tail, but a definite hissssssssssss could be heard.

Other times, Ollie comes upon Sophie hiding in her cat condo and all he can see is her tail. I guess he doesn’t know the tail belongs to the cat because he growls at the tail. He only does this when he doesn’t see the whole cat. Weird. He probably thinks he’s come across some wild animal.

Anyway, the neighborhood is gladdened by Ollie’s adoption, as are my friends and family. This was a successful rescue — of both animal AND human. I mean, what else would you call a thing that makes a person smile and be nicer to people? It never occurred to me that an animal would do that for me.

But he did. :-)

I’m Okay And So Are You

There have been some great blog posts recently on tortoiseshell cats and black cats, but my favorite



marking on a cat is the tabby design. I don’t know why — that tabby face has just always drawn me in and I consider it a “10.” That’s not to say I can’t appreciate the beauty of a Siamese or a long-haired cat. They’re beautiful in their own way, but who can say why they are drawn to a particular thing?

This may sound silly, but ever since I was a kid I have always liked the “odd man out.” When everyone was crazy about the Beatles and Paul McCartney, my favorite Beatle was George Harrison. Same with The Monkees: everyone liked Davy Jones, I went for Peter Tork. I suppose it true that there is no accounting for taste.

When most kids picked the cherry flavor for their favorite taste, I was “grape.” I was never one to follow the crowd and do what everyone else was doing. My favorites came from some unknowable place deep inside me. I definitely had preferences for one thing over another, even at an early age, but I always knew that if I liked it, it would not be the most popular item. This made me feel different from everyone else. Why couldn’t I go along with the crowd? Why was I always the odd one out? Childhood is a time when it seems so important to be like everybody else.

Looking at it in a positive way, though, I was a free-thinker even at an early age. I didn’t “go along to get along.” Sure, I liked some of the things that were fads — tie dye shirts, bell bottoms, wearing my hair long and straight — but I always knew that when it came to blending in with the crowd, that person would not be me.

Many women I know love gold jewelry. I am partial to silver. Dogs? No, thanks, I’ll take a cat home. Where is all of this leading? I guess I’ve figured out what makes me ME. My preferences, likes and dislikes, make up a part of my personality, and just like tabby cats, they are my favorite things. They are what make life fun, comfortable, and satisfying for me.

It’s okay I’m different. Me and my preference for George Harrison/Peter Tork/tabby cats/grape flavor/and silver jewelry just make me unique. I have a different and varied perspective on life than others do, and that’s really okay.

What’s Wrong With These Pictures?


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According to Sophie, what’s wrong with these pictures is that there is a dog sleeping in a cat bed, namely HER cat bed.

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But on the other paw, she wasn’t using it. If you’re not going to claim it as your property SOMEBODY should get use out of it.

So, now it is a dog bed. Much more comfortable than the floor. I wasn’t going to tell him he couldn’t use it and Sophie missed her chance to get territorial over it.

Perhaps, she didn’t like her cat bed, any way, and so Ollie claimed it.


It’s not about cats, but maybe it’s better

I’m excited to tell you I have published an article on a metaphysical web site. The title is: Are Angels Real?  Please follow the link below to get to the web site and look for the title. When you click on the link it will open in a new window. If you wish to comment, please leave it here on Moggiepurrs.

Thanks so much to all of you for your encouragement and support.