If there’s somethin’ strange in your neighborhood
Who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!
If it’s somethin’ weird and it don’t taste good
Who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!

I ain’t afraid a no ghost
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
If you’re seein’ things and haven’t had cat nip
Who can you call – Tamra Maew!
An’ invisible mouse sleepin’ in your bed
Oh who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
Who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!
If you’re all alone, pick up the servants phone
And call – Tamra Maew!

I ain’t afraid a no ghost
I hear they like to spook cats
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
Who you gonna call – Tamra Maew!
Grr… if it’s in your bowl
with your stinky gooodness
You better call – Tamra Maew!
Bitey makes me feel good
I ain’t afraid a no ghost

Don’t get caught with no vishus deer…
They’re even worse than ghosts!
I think you better call – Tamra Maew!
Ooh… who you gonna call – Tamra Maew!

This box is extremely versatile. It can be used as a chair, or a bed. There is no reason to ever leave a box like this!

In fact, a strawberry flavored box like this also makes the perfect snack! Just chew chew chew until you can’t chew no more, then puke puke puke until there’s no more room on the floor! hehe! Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not a messy cat, I cleanup all my mess later when I get hungry again. Cardboard is always easier to digest the second time around.

Also, Moe, Mindy and Karen Jo, we think you’re cool cats too!

I was sure the servants would give-in, but after about a month, negotiations were still at a stale-mate. I decided to get out of my comfortable sun-bathing bed and use my secret weapon… irresistible cuteness!

My cuteness got me a lot of love and temptations, but still no internet access! I started to get depressed sitting around all day without my blog and all my cat friends…

So… I gave in, I caved, I stooped to an all-time low and agreed to let Griffin stick his giant head into my blog whenever he wants. I already accepted the fact that I would have to tolerate him in life, but looks like I’m officially stuck with him on my blog as well.

The last time I let Griffin write his own post, he wrote about puking up toilet paper… Hopefully my three month strike at least did some good by giving him enough time to lose some of his more disgusting habits so we never have to read about them!

A Cat Condo is a perfect place to play some games! There are balls to whop and plenty of places to scratch and chew.

A Cat Condo is also a perfect place to wash. There are lots of furs and usually an extra tongue helping you!

A Cat Condo also serves well for naps. There isn’t much room but we always fit two.

In fact, there’s no reason to leave a Cat Condo except for food and to poo!

For the last week I’ve discovered how fun it is to eat Kleenex and unroll the toilet paper.  Unfortunately, I’ve now also gotten hooked to eating the stuff! It’s just so wonderfully chewy!

As you may have already guessed… it wasn’t a furrball I puked up! It was more like half a roll of toilet paper which the servants then flushed down the toilet. The good news is that I must be using the toilet paper properly if the servants flushed it because thats what they do when they use it too.

I do find it odd that the humans weren’t more concerned when I puked… They seemed more interested in rolling all the toilet paper up again after I worked so hard to spread it nice and evenly across the floor. Tamra is right, they are definitely incompetent.

In case you aren’t familiar with The Naming of Cats, in the Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, by T.S. Eliot, we all have three names! So, in this meme, you must link to the originator of the meme (Tara and Kavan), list the following rules, and then tell us:

1. The name that the family uses daily (such as Peter, Agustus, Alonzo, or James)
2. The name that is particular, a name thats peculiar, and more dignified (such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat)

3. What you are doing when you are thinking of the name that only you know, and will never confess (when engaged in rapt contemplation), that deep and inscrutable singular name

Then tag three cats to give their three names.

Here are my three names:

1. Tamra… or Tamra Maew if im being bad!
2. HoneyBunnyBites
3. Wondering what Griffins ears taste like with mayonnaise… mmm mayonnaise!

and here are Griffins:

1. Griffin
2. MonkeyClawsClimb
3. Developing a master plan for my next attack on Tamra’s tail!

I’ll tag Storm the furry fighter, Hendrix and TT!

Also, I’ve got a role in CCSI III which airs this weekend! Be sure to check it out at Sassy’s Blog!

Today is my birthday! I think I’ve come a long way since I posted that first picture of myself back in June 2007… In fact, now that I think about it…

… it all started on a sad evening near the end of June when my furr brother and sister left with their new slaves. It was dark outside, pouring rain, with all happiness in the world being washed away by the tears running down my face when suddenly a loud buzzing noise filled the room. Two very incompetent looking humans walked in and one began to rub me against his face while sniffing me. I felt my little heart bounce up and down with joy when they returned to take me home, even though I knew I’d have a lot of training to do with these two.

Thankfully my servants knew the basics and immediately provided me with mice to play with. Still, there were times when I needed to discipline them or remind them that my beauty was not to be ignored. When it comes to food, they are still incompetent to this very day, forcing me to steal coffee or alcoholic beverages on a daily basis.

Sleeping arrangements have always been adequate and in fact I even claimed my own chair in the house! The humans also encouraged my artistic talents by helping me get on the big YouTube Screen with my Halloween Movie. Still, if you look at my List of Favorite Things, the humans often try to prevent me from enjoying them and thus require further disciplining.

As I continue to age I also continue to acquire more and more wisdom. I’ve therefore diversified my disciplining techniques to also include punishment in the form of mischief. Climbing the screen, knocking down clothes in the closet, or shredding the chair, are just some of my better ideas. If they wish to retain my affections, they have no choice but to learn from their mistakes and reward my mischief with gifts, such as when I got my collar!

If discipling my human servants wasn’t enough to keep me busy for an entire year, there was also the matter of the alien invasion I had to take care of… I also had to constantly keep a very close eye on the pickle monster in my house… You would think after making these sacrifices on my part for the betterment of humanity and my household I would be rewarded, but again my servants went and proved their incompetence by going and brining home Griffin…

All in all, while I made some progress in training my servants in my first year, I still have a lot of work left ahead of me in the next year! With the way Griffin has been Growing Like a Weed, he may soon prove to be a formidable ally in my quest to train the incompetent servants. Of course, I may have my work cut out for me training him as well…

Here’s my furr Mom and Dad wishing me a Happy Birthday!

I’d love to stay and chat some more but Griffin say’s he wants to show me something in the office. He says he has a plan for mischief he wans to give me for my birthday that involves stealing clothes pins…! The only thing that could beat that is if the servants bring me an empty box tonight for me to play in!

Go habs go! Go habs go!

While watching the game, I decided to ask Tamra what would happen if we cheered for the other team? Right now they are playing the Flyers, and I have recently found birds and flies to be interesting since the start of Spring.

I suggest you all cheer for the Montreal Canadiens. I found out the hard way what would happen

As you can see, the referee finally had to separate us! The ref warned that if we kept roughing we would get a 2 minute penalty in the PTU!

Meezer Rule: If you’re gonna rough up the opponent, make sure you aren’t sitting on the referee’s lap or you’ll always get caught!

Meezer Rule: When your brother is a fatso, sleep with one eye open to protect your beautiful furrs!

Here are some pictures showing his alarming size increase…! Did I mention he even steals my food?

Go habs go!

Also, thank you Karl from The Cat Realm for the Valued Friend Award!