Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Is it ok?

I wonder if it's ok for me to be a Panthers fan even if I'm only an  (Orinch is the) New Black  cat.

I hope so. I got my gear! I'll ask Uncle Roman on FB, though.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Whisker Wednesday

Who needs Mom. She can read and "Oh my," over Max's book. I took a selfie for #WhiskerWednesday.

I may keep the phone.

Monday, August 21, 2017


I was going to blog, but Mom saw that Max's new book is out on Kindle. So she ran to get it like now yesterday. Now I get to watch her read instead of blogging. Booooooring. I know I got her at the pound, but sheesh.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Black Cat Appreciation Day

I just found out from Eastside Cats that it's Black Cat Appreciation Day. That's  pawsome because I live at the House of the Mostly Black Cats. Mom and Grandma are sad sometimes because the ones that came before are OTRB, but Boni Maroni is still here *knock on wood* (Mom told me to do that for some reason.) And I am here, and we all know that Orange Is The New Black, right? Right.

Boni Maroni napping in the heaty bed.
Me power napping in my Executive chair.

Happy Black Cat Appreciation Day to all  the house panthers and the peeps who love them. Go you!

If you can, put your spare couch change in the bucket for Black Cat Rescue. They are a a No Kill rescue staffed all by volunteers. It's also the official charity for the House of the Mostly Black Cats.

Just clicky to donate your couch change. You rock!
Pee Ess. Mom says she'll tell you sometime how she ended up with an Orange Is  The New Black cat instead of a regular black cat.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017


Of course I took the Executive Chair to take my power nap. I am the boss around here, you know

Tuesday, August 15, 2017


I was very good today. I had to make up for being under the hostages, after all. Today I even let Mom take a selfie of us together in the studio. I am the handsome one with the green eyes.  I was so good today I got extra treats.  Pawsome!

Saturday, August 12, 2017


Boots in the Hostages by Robyn Harton

Mom left the storm door open just a tiny crack when she went to the store. Grandma was watching TV,  so I pushed just a little and sort of fell out. It was BIG out there. So I jumped under green things. (Mom said later that  they were hostages.)

When Mom got home she walked right past me. I was too scared, I mean polite, yeah polite, to meow at her. Then when I heard her yelling in the house, I said to myself yep, good move.

Grandma came out rattling the treats jar. That sounded SO good. I figured Grandma wouldn't let any mean birds peck my eyes out, so I came out to get treats.  She snatched me up, but she gave me my treats inside. Mom was puffing like a blowfish saying she would never leave the house without locking the heavy wood door again.

The hostages were nice, but not as nice as treats.

Mom didn't get any treats.  She painted me in the hostages, though. She said it was theraflu ticks or something.