I could not handle this carnival of cats, so I turned it over to Royce and he got the job done. Without even trying. Royce is a genius.

First, a most serious matter: Ivy, over at ChezRanger, has been suffering some health issues. To make things worse, her beloved humans are in part blaming themselves, yet they did their very best to ease Ivy’s suffering and to make her comfortable. Let us all hope that Dear Ivy picks up soon.

For the religious among you, you might say a prayer as well. I am not religious, but I have said a prayer, anyway.

Who knows?

http://strangeranger.typepad.com/strangeranger/2009/04/a-tough-week.html

It has always been my understanding that being “full of crap” would make one’s eyes brown – and not the kind of handsome brown of my eyes, but a most unpleasant hue of brown. Yet, in Nardo’s case, it seems to cause his eyes to glow, rather devilishly, I’d say.

http://isfullofcrap.com/2009/04/upgrade_2.html

Friday has passed, of course, but it was a delightful day at Samantha and Mr. Tigger’s. Their Mom took a beautiful picture of them living in peace, and they made some new friends. New friends are always good, especially when those friends are cats.

http://jcfloresinc.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-furiends-friday-with-samantha.html

I must agree: Kate is a pretty girl. A most pretty girl. I am ready to send her a plane ticket to Anchorage, so that I can drive to town, pick her up and bring her back to Wasilla. It would be nice to have such a pretty girl hang out with us here in Wasilla for awhile.

And that, my friends, is a very deep thought.

http://nodeepthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-cat-blogging-kate.html

Some humans put out a plank for the cat to walk, but the cat has seen all the pirate movies. The cat does not walk the plank. The cat is smart.

http://catymology.blogspot.com/2009/04/walking-plank.html

Teacher who abuses cats is charged with a felony. There is no humor in this. None.

http://www.detentionslip.org/2009/03/teacher-charged-with-abusing-cats.html

Got a cat video that you want to upload somewhere, besides YouTube?

http://www.videojug.com/tag/cats

I have been slammed! Stereotyped! And it hurts so bad! I don’t deserve to be slammed like this. I am very considerate of cats. I recognize and celebrate their innate superiority. I will sacrifice my sleep at night, just to ensure the comfort of a cat. There is almost nothing I would not do for a cat, and yet I have been slammed, just because I am male.

And all you males out there, you have been slammed, too!

Oh, wait. Maybe I am overreacting here. It is “The Male” who Cheysuli speaks out against. I interpreted “The Male” to mean all males. But maybe it just means “the male” in her life. And if indeed he could be so crass as to throw socks and underwear into her sleeping space, and play with the feather toy only because The Female orders him too, then I would say Cheysuli’s complaint is justified.

Damn Male, anyway!

Tough female. The male obeys.

http://www.chey.mysiamese.com/?p=2252


This is direct competition. The good folks and felines over at CatSynth proudly announce that they are hosting the 200th Edition of Weekend Cat Blogging, which is kind of like Carnival of Cats. I suppose some folks got time for both. Me, I have no time for anything. I do not even have time to be doing this, but here I am, doing it, because I love cats.

http://www.ptank.com/blog/2009/04/weekend-cat-blogging-200/

An Infidel likes to beg, and gets angry when begs are not heeded. In protest, an Infidel goes on strike. Who will dare to cross the picket line?

http://iinfidel.com/2009/04/03/finally-friday-11/

A cat critiques the dancing skills of her pet human and finds them wanting. The cat is tired of having her tail stepped on, that’s why. As you can see in the address, the dance is called, “Zeu Sex Cuse.” Sounds pretty interesting, but I’m not certain that you want your youngsters to visit this site.

Oh, what the heck. They probably roam around the internet, anyway. You might as well let them go watch the dance.

http://zeusexcuse.blogspot.com/2009/04/dancing-with-poker-stars.html

The mind of Mog contemplates the litter box.

http://mindofmog.net/archives/2009/03/30/litter-boxes/

The mind of Mog sees a tummy and contemplates temptation, then gives in to it.

http://mindofmog.net/archives/2009/03/31/tummy-tuesday-132/

Intermission: Royce has been on this blog quite a bit, lately, as an old man cat watching out for little Wry. It is important that all who come here understand that Royce was once not only a young cat, but even a kitten. So I dug up some pictures from his kitten hood, youth and young adulthood.

I have not yet told the story of how Royce came to be part of this family, but I will. I reserve the right to redeploy some of these same images at that time.

If a cat chases a bird in the wind, might not that cat get blown off the ground and wind up flying with the bird? And what if the bird turns out to be an eagle? Some birds are, you know.

http://imeowza.com/2009/04/03/finally-friday-12/

To keep it short, a poet twitters.

http://www.sbpoet.com/2009/04/friday-cat-blogging.html

Poet does another short, boxes it up.

http://www.sbpoet.com/2009/04/take-out-your-pen-and-paper-.html

Intermission # 2: That is not a cloud, my friends, but smoke. Smoke from a huge forest fire that destroyed many homes and buildings. Royce and Little Guy (how many tears did I shed for Little Guy? My heart, my soul, my Little Guy! Even now, eight years later, my eyes water, just from looking at this picture. He was born into my open hands, you know. That does something to a man.) are not concerned.

If I heard a woman call out, “hey Fela!” I would think she was calling to a guy - maybe me. No. Fela is a girl. Stuck in a tree, way down in what we up here consider to be the rather small state of Texas. Maybe she wanted to get away from the spider.

http://myras.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-goes-fela.html


Kosmo wants a treat. Vet says, “no.” Yet, everybody needs a treat now and then.

http://irishcoda.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-treats-please.html

She might be growing old, but Miss Chloe is The Grand Dame of Culture and Civility. At 16, she is impeccably refined and dignified. She loves to attend the opera, where, during a robust rendition of the aria, "Figaro," she once ralfed up a hairball. When you are a cat, ralfing up a hairball is a most civilized and cultured thing to do.

All the other cats at the opera pranced over to sniff it.

http://melange1.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-chloe-grande-dame-of-culture-and.html


Warning! Do not visit this site! Please! For your own health, do not visit this site!

There are cute kittens here that will cause your heart to melt. How will you function, after your heart has melted?

http://graceandkittens.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-flashbacks.html


There is nothing quite so nice as having toasty toes with blueberries. Once again, down in that small state of Texas.

http://txoasis.blogspot.com/2009/04/furbaby-friday-toasty-toes.html

I almost forgot: here is the home website for Carnival of the Cats, should anyone wish to host or learn more: http://carnival.catblogosphere.com

I feel so bad - prepared this and I thought that I had pasted it in, but Elisson just let me know that I didn't. Sorry, Ellison - and Rahel, too. Here is the sement that I inadvertently left out:

I need this cat here, with me, in Alaska. My feet sometimes get cold, you see. This cat would keep them warm. She could be as sarcastic as she wanted to be. It wouldn’t bother me, as long as she kept my feet warm.

http://elisson1.blogspot.com/2009/04/feline-foot-warmer.html

Rahel, I tried and tried, but I could not get your site to load. It did strange things, but it did not load. I was never able to read it.