Wednesday, June 24, 2009
We still don't know what to think of this whole thing, but as long as we are here, we might as well let you know a little bit about us:
Hunter (that's him in the picture by the way) is the older of us. He came to live with André* and Sue* in 2000 and soon took to his new home. No wonder, he had been abandoned and left to die in the forest before he was found by a hunter and brought to the Human Society where André and Sue found him. His camouflage coloured coat and the fact that he had been rescued by a hunter lead the shelter to name him Hunter. André and Sue stuck to this name. Hunter has an interesting ancestry: the vet (that is our physician) says he has a bobcat or a lynx in his family tree about 3 generations back. And wow, if he ever gets angry, that really shows.
Living la vida lazy, as I like to call it, Hunter didn't exactly stay lean, if you get my drift. So in 2003 André and Sue decided to give him a companion. At the Human Society they found this tiny little guy - just a few weeks old (and the perfect breakfast size for Hunter) - and decided to take him home. That is me, in case you haven't caught on. Having kind of her own way of thinking, Sue named me Trapper as an other kind of outdoors guy thing. Go figure women!
Anyway, so much for Hunter's background. He'll tell you a little bit about me next week. See you around
*Names have been changed to protect the privacy of humans involved
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Ok, now they make us go cyber – whatever that means. And here we were, two innocent cats just minding our business. They say it’s for popular demand from people who know us and want to see what we are up to. We don’t know about that and honestly we think that this is just too much work to incorporate into our already busy days. I mean who has the time to write about our daily adventures and – God forbid – even add pictures between sleeping, eating and getting our share of petting and lots of treats? We tried to get our two cents into this whole thing but no matter what we did to that thing they call a mouse (yeah right, doesn’t look like one, doesn’t taste like one but what do they know) we could not get it to do anything but change the way the screen looked. Maybe we need to get to this other gadget to get our message out. But ever since Trapper here stepped on some of those funny looking keys, adding his comment, and then (so they say) sending an unfinished e-mail to a perplexed recipient, they make sure it’s safely stored away in its drawer.
Looks like we have no choice here but to go along for the ride and see where this is going.
hunter and trapper