2 videos for you

Jamba's tail hit the spinning rattle on Dash's toy and she turned around to attack it.  It looks like she's boxing to me so it made me laugh.  Needs some Rocky music in the background.

And here's Dash gabbing and playing with is ball.

"In Bread" Cats

We're so proud of them. :)

Little Bits of Fall

Thought I'd share the other little bits of fall I have around my house.

 I love my "BOO" Ghosts and so does Awzker.  They keep him company during his afternoon naps.

I love his giant nose.  Maybe I'll make more him, out of 2-littler bottles and then have a grouping in all sizes.

Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down

Same with Awzker.  He's getting super fat.  He's shaped like a bowling pin, but a really fat bowling pin.  He's a funny cat anyway because he has belly flab that just hangs down and swings while he prances around.  He eats a lot and it shows. :)  He also really enjoys sleeping on his back and sitting up, crouching like a cricket, and cuddling.  I don't think he's really a cat.  We bought the two cats some toys on a rope so you can mess with them.  Awzker would just hold on and you could roll him around - so it made us think of the weeble wobbles...I tried to recreate it today by myself (of course it doesn't work out the same and videos take too long to upload.)  So here are some stills.  **Awzker is not even a year old and he weighs 11 pounds.  Jamba, is almost 2 and she weighs 8 lbs.**

Whachu doin?  Nothing chillin at the Holidae In

Awzker the cricket.  This is how he eats as well.

Remember how little he was when we got him?

Awzker

Everyone meet Awzker (pronounced like Oscar). 
Awzker, meet everyone.

I don't know what it is with Holiday weekends, especially patriotic ones, for Bryce and I.  We spend more money and we seem to find a way to adopt animals. :)  We did get Jamba 2 years ago and I've been fighting Bryce every holiday weekend since against getting another one.  But this July 4th weekend Bryce's long-time dream of having a Russian Blue came 1/2 true.  Awzker was found in a camper neighborhood - like a trailer park but RV's - after it had been flooded out by the nearby river.  The mother they know for sure is Russian Blue and they don't know what the father is.  This was Bryce's chance and they were doing adoptions that day at that time we decided to go by...Bryce got half of his dream realized and I got him to tell me we were done getting pets and that we didn't have to have anymore after these die in 20 years. :)  So when I'm in my 40's life will be pet free?  There's a good answer to the question, where do you see yourself in 20 years....

Awzker is very cuddley, and affectionte.  He has a squeaky toy sound for his meow and sometimes doesn't quite get it out.  He is spastic and we think ADD, even for a kitten.  He loves to rub on you and cuddle on your lap or shoulder.  Bryce's true dream cat.   :)  Oh, and he loves to look as his reflection in mirrors. It must be the Russian Blue part of him, but his nose and the pads of his paws are black.

I think he looks like a rainforest animal in this picture...

When we first brought him home he was started by noise of any kind.  He quickly found his safe spot - behind our kitchen trash can.  We went through name after name for this cat.  From Prince Humperdink or just dink to Dread Pirate Robert and Robbie, to Cat, and we gave it a 2 day effort with the African names (to match Jamba) and Russian names(you know, cuase he's Russian Blue). So we went back to his roots and the trash can and decided Oscar fit, but we couldn't spell it like that....this is where Bryce's strong background in gaming comes in handy and Wa La: Awzker!

His cuddling made the picture and blogging process take longer when he found a good place for a nap.

I realize there's no perspective on these...so he's 2.5 pounds and 4 months old.

2 yr. Pictures

Memorial Day is how we gauge Jamba's birthday, because it was on Memorial Day 2008 that we "rescued" Jamba and brought her home.  To see her "baby" photos click here!  Here are her 2 year pictures:

The cutest ever!

Blue Steel

High Fashion

Jamba was pooped from the photo shoot.

The light's weird but I like the picture - she was trying to bat at the camera strap.

And a movie for your entertainment: click here! Jamba hates dents in the carpet and she attacks them to smooth them out whenever we move a chair or the coffee table.  I was washing the sheets and chaning the mattress cover when she discovered some dents she couldn't smooth out.  She spent a good 10-20 minutes trying though.  This is the first time I noticed her doing it and grabbed my camera.

At the ripe age of 2 Jamba has become more cuddly and less of a menace.  She still enjoys fetch, tag, and her version of hide and go seek (more like I see you hiding around the corner and I will hunt you down and attack!).  She loves bottle caps and small round items like skittles that slide around easily to chase.  She loves being outside: rolling on the concrete and biting the grass, chasing insects and jumping at low flying birds.  When she can't be otuside she sits in front of windows and just stares for long periods of time.

Sleeping Puma, Hidden Thread

Poor Battle Puma. Jamba got in a fight with a long piece of string.She has learned that the string always wins. Long story short, Jamba found some really nice black thread that looked delicious (and must've been) so she ate a long piece. It ended up getting caught on the back of her tongue, down into her intestine and into her colon. Needless to say she didn't feel well at all and we took her to the vet after a couple vomit episodes. They did an exploratory surgery on her belly and this picture I caught while she was sleeping to show her part of her battle wounds. The shaved leg is especially sexy in the cat world. This was a month or so back so she is back to herself and doing well. Her hair is growing in nicely. :)

Blah, Blah, Blah

I feel like my blog is pretty boring. It's ok though, I don't really expect people to get much entertainment value out of it, just updates in our repetitious life. I was unloading my camera and found another video of Jamba and also realized that I have not shared the newest purchase of ours - a little dinet set. Be entertained. Only the first 20 seconds is worth anything in this video and don't worry - we did disinfect the spout.

We found the table and chairs on pretty decent sale and the quality is much better than what we had been seeing so we snatched 'em while they were hot. I just realized that sentence kind of made it sound like we got them hot, like stolen or on the black market. Be assured, I do not shop those sales. :) Jamba also loved my tulips. In a matter of a few days the leaves were pretty much shredded and then eaten. Luckily, I was able to enjoy the flowers for a week before throwing them away. I will say that I knew before bringing the flowers home that the green foliage would not last long. Anything green and growing will be attacked by Jamba. She is a freak for some lettuce and spinach, grass, and now tulip leaves. Mmmmm. What a healthy cat!

Fun with Jamba

Jamba always finds something to make us think once again that we are lucky we got her for our pet instead of another sad, homeless kitten. She loves to knock things off counters, cell phones, tupperware, papers...don't leave them on the counter. It's the same thing with the garbage disposal. If you put something in or near the sink she will put it down the garbage disposal, but only after playing with it. :) Here's an example with some ice I threw in the sink to melt there instead of on the floor. The good stuff's toward the middle when she gets fast. This will ususally go on for a while and then once the item is down the garbage disposal she sits at the edge of the sink and just stares. Literally for an hour or more, she will sit looking down the sink. She also tried to stow away to Utah with us, but I caught her trying to hide in Bryce's carry on. I apologize again for the crazy eyes...cats are not made for flash photography.

Jamba loves it when I go grocery shopping

When I am again reminded that food does not magically appear on empty shelves and after my survival insticts kick in, I am forced to return to a grocery store to go buy food for our cupboards, shelves and stomaches. I will bring home several plastic bags. Plastic makes a cool noise, and as an added bonus the wet ones (from refrigerated and frozen foods) stay on the floor in piles longer since they don't get folded and saved for later. This makes the perfect opportunity for Jamba to have some fun. She enjoys the sound plastic makes and she love to crawl inside of bags. She'll curl up in one and lay there, then attack you (like you couldn't see her in there) and then run inside another bag. She will also come tearing around the corner to pounce on a pile of unsuspecting bags. Occassionally, she'll get her head stuck in one of the handles so the bag makes a cape on her. Pretty awesome looking. Don't worry it's not choking her and she can easily get her head out. This is how she does it.

My camera's batteries died right before she came in and pounced on the pile of bags I assembled again for her at the end. She also demonstrates how she attacks. She MUST wiggle her hind quarters for a few seconds, pause, and wiggle some more. This is when you can be sure she is ready to pounce. :)

Surprise! It's a girl..

Bryce realized how much he really does want a cat and I called a few pet stores, read a few ads online and then dropped it. About 3 hrs later Bryce said, "So, did you find you a kitty?" So I looked again for cats in the Covington area instead of up by Atlanta. Hillbilly Pets. Yes, Hillbilly Pets is the name of the place (I can't say store b/c it was definitely not a store) where we found her with a few other kittens for free. The name is perfect for the place. It was gross. We feel like we saved her, it was so bad. So, now we have a kitty. She's been really good, fun to play with, skittish though b/c it's new. Bryce says she's awesome and talkative. She meows and makes cute little noises when you talk to her, like she's talking back. Pretty cute. We have just named her Jamba.

Bryce wants a cat but not the responsiblity

I went shopping this morning at Wal-Mart and out front there were a couple kids with some kittens they were trying to give away. I know how much Bryce likes his cats and they were pretty cute, so I called him to ask him if he wanted me to bring one home. Me: "Hey, there're some kids with kittens they're getting rid of....Should I look at bringin one home? They're pretty cute. Do you want a kitty?" Bryce: "(in a totally disinterested, unexcited voice) yeah? um, no." So, I did not bring home a kitty. When I get home... Bryce: "Where's the kitty?!" I told him I didn't bring him home a kitty since he didn't sound so interested in them, and if he was that interested in them we could go back and look. So, we ended up going back to Wal-Mart to see if they were still there 2 hrs later and they weren't. (It took us 2 hrs to go back because he was telling me I had to go by myself with out him and bring the cat back so it would be my cat and not his and I told him it had be a together thing.) Bryce told me that he didn't want to have it as his kitty because he doesn't want the responsibility of it, so if it claws stuff he could say "your stupid cat" because it would be mine since I brought it home. So, now I know if there are cute kittens, Bryce wants one but he won't tell me that. He also told me for future reference that he likes grey and black cats over calico or orange ones. :)  I'll be sure and keep that in mind.