This section will be a "catseye view" of the CabBocca Brood told from their "purr-sonal" point of view. We hope you enjoy hearing from Zachariah, Malachi, JJ, Gilligan and The Skipper Too!
Hi!, I'm JJ,
I'm the artist of the brood. I like to do creative stuff with paper. My favorite is toilet paper, but any kind will do in a pinch. I really don't know why Mom and Dad get upset when I do "The Snow Collage" for them. I'm just trying to help them "Think cool" in this hot weather. They think they're smart by putting the roll up high. But when I'm really in a creative mood, I just reach out with both paws and jump. I usually am able to grab on to it with little problem. They are really stiffling my creativity. I have to do most of my works in the wee hours of the morning. And boy do I have a bone to pick with that Bossy, Goliath. He thinks that just because he is senior cat he can HOG laps. If I get to close to Mom's lap, he bops me. And anyone else that gets too close. Sheesh what a pain!
I'M PRINCESS MALACHI:
Well! I sat and wrote a whole pile of stuff to get my feelings out about these humans having me shaved. What happens the computer gremlins come along an erase all my profound thoughts so you wonderful people out there don't get to read them. Well let me see if I can recreate the moment.
Yes it certainly was a moment. These people who are suppose to love and cherish me, decide that "I'm a slob!" They starve me and then lug me out in the car in the early morning. Well, I'll tell you I gave them a word or two about how they were treating me. Did it help? NO! I found myself over at Dr. Y's with all these strange ANIMALS and the next thing I knew I was waking up. My mouth was sore because I had my teeth cleaned, but then I got a look at my beautiful fur. That was the problem. Where was my beautiful fur. Someone had come along and robbed me of that gorgeous coat of mine. Well I'll be! They certainly have their NERVE! I bet they even had thoughts of putting ribbons an bows on me, but THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN. What do they think I am; a poodle?
I'M GILLIGAN:
Hey! She didn't look that bad. She even looked almost like one of us. She can be such a "PAIN" sometimes.
After she had that haircut she was a lot more feline. Goliath and Zachariah kept putting her in her place: telling her how prissy she smelled and how really different she looked too. It took them a good month or so to get used to her new "DO." Me, I go with the flow. Nothing much bothers me. Everybody else scatters when they vacuum in here, even Ludley, the porch cat scatters off the porch. But not me. They have to get that thing right up in my face to get me to move.
GOLIATH: Ah what is Mali complaining about now? She doesn't have to go to Dr. Y's every month and play "pin cushion." She was alseep when she had her teeth cleaned and hey, the hair will grow back. I have to go over there every month and have him stick pins in me. You'd think with all those pins someone could make a nice warm quilt for me to snuggle up into. NO! I get to lie on this nice (NOT!) cold metal table with pins stuck all over me; waiting for Doc to come back in the room and take them out. Actually I don't mind the car ride there and back, but this week the car didn't turn down our street. It continued on and stopped.
SKIPPER HERE:
Goliath might be the "Pin Cushion," but me, I'm the Party Animal. I like to "PARTY HARDY!" Every chance I get I like to PLAY, PLAY, PLAY!!! I've gone through more fishing poles and have gotten really GREAAAAAAAT!!!! at jumping for those feathers. Let me tell you though, those humans just aren't always on the ball. They wake up and "lally gag" around. I have to keep them on their toes and get them moving. I'll park outside the bathroom door or in front of the closet where they keep my fishing rod. And if they are really pokey, I just let them know - meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.......................................................................................
and on and on, yada, yada yada!!!!!!! I could play in the morning, afternoon and night ---- I could play all day long-----of course that won't happen and I just have to take advantage of all the playtime I can get. Working on getting more but hey, "you do what you gotta do!" "By the way, I'll be the first to admit that I'm a little chunky... ok, ok so I'm fat! That doesn't mean I need three personal trainers!! Sheesh!"
GILLIGAN: Well Skipper might get Mom to wave the fishing pole around, but lately us guys have taken over the game. Goliath really gets into it lately, and for a senior cat of 12, he actually made a leap into the air for it the other day. JJ has developed his own variation on the game. When the feather is being waved for someone else or he can't get it, he goes and grabs Dad's shoe or slipper and plays Kicky Kick. He grabs it with his front paws and then really kicks at it with his back feet. He's really going to be in shape. What is really funny is watching Zachariah, he swats at it while he is lying down. Then one day he got down and was chasing it. He went around and around in circles trying to get that feather. I guess he got dizzy, because the next thing we knew, he just toppled over on the floor. He hasn't gotten off the couch since that day.
ZACHARIAH:
Well Gilligan might think I was a funny sight going around in circles, but you should have seen those three little ones the day Mom and Dad put a Christmas video on for us to watch. It was the "Jingle Cats." Well, Skipper for all her bravado, certainly was far from fearless. The minute that video went on, she was "OUTTA THERE!!!!" She ran into the bedroom and got as far away from it as she could. She even went and hid under the covers. She played Lumpy Lump for the next 3 or 4 hours. Hey, the video was only 27 minutes long! Gilligan and JJ were not as bad as Skipper, but you could tell they really weren't thrilled by it. What they don't know is that there's almost a month and a half left till Christmas and she's bound to hear it again before then. Should be interesting!
SKIPPER: These collars and name tags those humans got us were certainly for their benefit, not ours. It kept getting in my way and hey they're really not that hard to get off. Only thing was it kept get put back around my neck. I showed them. I just made sure I tucked it away in a nice secret spot so they couldn't find it. Gilligan and Zachariah were able to get theirs off, but not secretly hidden away. Goliath decided to come to me, The Expert, and get serious advice on "How to Lose the collar those dumb humans have hung around my neck." The other day while Mom was petting Goliath, she noticed Goliath's collar was gone. She started to look around for it, and soon discovered it was no where around. YUP! it was me that Goliath came to for advice. Now both our collars are HISTORY! We ain't talking either.
GOLIATH: BORN FREE ---- FREE AS THE WIND BLOWS --- Oh it feels so GOOD to be free of that darn, stupid collar. Believe me trying to lose that thing isn't easy in a two room apartment. I watched Gilligan and Zachariah try, but theirs kept getting put back on. I decided to go to Skipper for advice. She seemed to have the knack for taking it off "On Purpose," not by accident. She'd just grab that old collar with her front paw and pull it right off. Then one day she managed to get it off and it just disappeared and hasn't been seen since.
I bided my time and then just went to the Expert for advice. I have since gotten mine off and hidden and like Skipper says, "We ain't talking either!"
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