Archive for the ‘Pictures’ Category

It’s Honeybell’s Birthday!

October 17, 2009

Happy 1st birthday to the light of my life, my most wonderful fiance’, Honeybell (@Wildboutbirds)!

Kisses and smoocheronis and many happy returns!

* KISS *

Honeybell + Stripey = True Love!

Honeybell + Stripey = True Love!

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I’m engaged!

May 17, 2009

Yesterday my sweetie, Honeybell (@Wildboutbirds on Twitter) asked me to marry him, and I accepted! He got me TWO rings – one is a turkey, because he knows that turkey is my very favorite treat (besides him ::blush::) – and another is a diamond!

One of my engagement rings from Honeybell - Turkey is my favorite treat!

One of my engagement rings from Honeybell - Turkey is my favorite treat!

My other engagement ring from Honeybell! A diamond!

My other engagement ring from Honeybell! A diamond!


We haven’t set a date yet. I’m a bit older than Honeybell, so we’re going to wait until he’s a full-grown mancat.

I’m so happy!!

* nose tap *

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I think I have a boyfriend!

April 16, 2009

His name is Honeybell, but most of us on Twitter (where he goes by @Wildboutbirds) call him Hunkerbell. He’s an almost six-month old orange tabby, and even though I’m much older (and larger) than he is, I think he loves me! And I love him! He says that I make his heart feel all warm and happy. I just wanted to write it out here in public – he makes my heart feel all warm and happy, too!

Unfortunately, I’m in Virginia and Hunkerbell is in Florida. This makes actually snuggling very difficult! But I do so enjoy his tweets, and I wanted the rest of the world to see how handsome he is.

My sweetie, Hunkerbell, with his chickie.

My sweetie, Hunkerbell, with his chickie.

I hope you have a special sweetie, too!

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P.S. I must have a think for orange tabbies, because @OrangeGene is quite nice, too :: blush ::

What am I not supposed to take off Hunni’s shoes?

March 27, 2009

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The differences between black cats and stripey cats.

March 22, 2009
This is my papa, after training.

This is my papa, after training.

For a long time, my parents treated me the same way that they treated my sister, a black cat named Cammie (aka @HerGraceTheCat). This was Not A Good Thing. It took me a while, but I finally taught them that stripey cats are different, in at least two important ways, from black cats.

Yes, we both use the litter box and want our food NOW, but black cats (at least the two that my mama and papa learned on) seem to be highly averse to being picked up. They also seem to dislike people other than the staff being in the house. So for a long time, Mama and Papa left me on the ground and assumed that when people came to visit, that I would run and hide like Cammie does.

The second problem was easy to fix. When Mama and Papa had guests, instead of running and hiding behind the couch, I would come out and flop in the middle of the foyer and greet the new people. Mama and Papa were appalled! And Cammie even accused me of being promiscuous! Well, hello! I LIKE to be petted. My people don’t devote their every waking moment to petting me (as, of course, they should), so what did they expect?

While Cammie is off behind the sofa, pouting, I’m all stretched out getting petted and being told how cute I am. What could be better than that?

(Okay, I wouldn’t mind if people would quit mentioning how big I am, but if they’ll pet me, I’ll tolerate it.)

Now teaching my parents to pick me up was a little more difficult. I’d walk up to them and meow, but they’d think I wanted food or something. I’d walk on their desks and meow, but they’d just assume I wanted to be petted.

FINALLY one day I was on something I wasn’t supposed to be on (as if!), and Mama picked me up. I started purring instantly, since humans seem to like that sort of thing, and Mama carried me around the house. How cool is that? I could get held and petted and cooed to and get to look at things from a whole new perspective all at once!

Now Mama knows that when I go sit on her desk while she’s there, that I want to be picked up and carried around (I call it a “ride around”) for a while. And all I have to do is wiggle a little and she’ll put me down.

Cammie and stay on the ground and pout if she wants me, but me? I’ll take all the cuddles I can get – on the ground or in the air!

I hope that you all get all the cuddles that you want!

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I like to drink out of the sink.

March 21, 2009

Mama and Papa are very nice to me and @HerGraceTheCat. They leave a pitcher full of water in the sink so we can drink out of it. Somehow, the water in that tastes better than the water they keep in our bowls.

It’s nice to have such well-trained pet-parents!

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Isn't it nice of Mama and Papa to leave a pitcher in the sink?

Isn't it nice of Mama and Papa to leave a pitcher in the sink?

Brownie said I should post pictures.

March 19, 2009

@BrownieHamster was sweet enough to leave a comment here and suggested that I add some more pictures. Good idea, Brownie!

My Build-A-Bear Workshop friend, Thistle, got a car for Christmas. He let me drive!

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I like to ride in cars!

I like to ride in cars!

@EmmytheCat’s #stpaws Wall of Honor

March 18, 2009
Latest version Wall of Honour of green hats and bling for St ... on TwitPic
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This is the latest version of the Wall of Honour of Green Hats and Bling for St. Patrick’s Day from #catparty and #pawparty on Twitter. Brought to you by: http://twitter.com/EmmytheCat.%5D

Thanks, Emmy!

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