BAT-CATAlright. I can't do anymore than tell you to click on the BAT-CAT link and hit play.
- M






For all of you on the east coast, don't forget your cats as you prepare for the hurricane.
In honor of Shark Week on the Discovery Channel, here is a terrifying, yet somehow adorable, picture of a Shark Cat!
TEN Cats!
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Nene is an adorable and sweet brindle kitty who lives in a house on my street.

One thing cats are definitely good at is catching those creepy critters that sneak into your home.
via The Frisky
This morning I found myself watching the Today show during my cool down from my extremely early morning run with a friend of mine. The focus of the show was about the Pope and the Catholic Church. Matt Lauer had an audience with the Pope and gave him a gift, a crystal cat (shown above). Apparently the Pope is a huge fan of cats!
Now that it is Spring and the windows are open, the windowsill in the dining room is Amos' new place to lounge.
Amos loves to have his belly rubbed. I did not realize that not all cats enjoy this, until I attempted to rub the belly of mom's cats and they about bit my hand off. 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
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The Cat's Diary:
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Jerks!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.
- M
Apparently, cats have a long history in the U.S. navy, dating back thousands of years. 

