Saturday, April 11, 2009

Litterbox Update

Well, the litterbox saga is still continuing now and again. Mom moved my litterbox to another room because she'd rather have two in different rooms than three litterboxes. I overheard her talking to a friend about this embarrassing situation, and she said, "I don't want tons of litterboxes around. How would it look when I have guests over?"

My point is, "Look, mom, if you didn't want to deal with litterboxes, then you should not have taken on the responsibility of having two cats.

Some humans think this issue is just trivial, but trust me, if you were a cat, you'd totally get it.

But overall, to be fair, I do love my mom and Cosette dearly. I love purring and cuddling in my mama's arms and rough housing with my tabby friend. Not to say they don't have flaws, but they are overall kind, fun, and fair. Besides, I've learned in life not to sweat the small stuff (unless it's a turd in front of the litterbox).

Now to change the subject a bit. I don't want to sound like a prissy cat, but mom told me that while most of her students appreciate my postings, others do not. Some cannot believe that a cat could write a blog on his or her own. At first this hurt my feelings, especially since mom told me how intelligent and insightful her students were. But after playing with my catnip-filled toy, I've gotten over it.

All I have to say is that if my blogging creeps them out, they don't have to read it. It's a free country!!

Meow for now,



  1. Hello Hemi,

    Let me introduce myself. My name is Bear-Bear.

    As you can see, I am a canine. I know felines get quite jumpy and timid around us, but rest assured, I am one of the good guys.

    You see, as a puppy, I was raised with a cat in the house, so I’m pretty in tune with the ways of the feline. In fact, my mom says that I am quite “cat-like” in my manner of play. I know, I know; you may take it as an insult, having a canine possibly be on the same level of your species, but I’ll have you know that I’ve have class, and I am also quite the neutered ladies’ man. Harrrrumph!!!

    Anyway, I can empathize with your plight regarding the tootsie rolls being torpedoed around the outside of your litter box. I used to have the neighborhood canines come into my backyard and leave their bombs in my favorite pooping spots. I’m glad you and Cosette have put that behind you for now.

    I do have a question; are you related to Sylvester? Just thought I’d ask.

    And one more thing… That Cosette is a really pretty kitty. Is she dating anyone? She’s very smart, being the mastermind behind all of your mom’s lesson plans. And I love her signature ending. She speaks my language… wooooof!!!

    Ciao for now,


  2. Dear Bear-Bear,

    Hemi has a huge amount of fan mail (and hate mail), so I always respond, but rest assured, Hemi does tell me what to write.

    Hemi says the following:

    "Dear Bear-Bear,

    You are the first canine to write me, and I applaud your courage -- because so many dogs are afraid that cats don't care about them.

    Actually, we don't.

    Maybe it was because you were raised with a cat in the house that you are sensitive to the plight of cats. I really do appreciate you and find you are quite a nice-looking chap who seems quite intelligent.

    I have nothing to do with Sylvester; he is a cartoon, and although I tend to drool, especially when happy, I do not have a lisp. What kind of weirdo says "suffering sucotash" anyway?

    Yes, Cosette is pretty, but don't let her looks fool you; she is an instigator. If you are thinking of dating her, you may want to think again:

    I cannot condone interspecies dating. I suggest you go to some dog park and find some fluffy poodle to go out with.

    Thanks for writing, and hopefully you'll write back soon.

    Meow for now,