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Photogenic Feline Friday: Egyptian Deities

February 23, 2012 By 10 Comments

Meowrrr … after a most enjoyable cat nap, I’m back! Somebody needs to be managing the two-leggers around here afterall.

What inspired my return? Roamancing’s recent adventures in Egypt. Erica follows instructions much better than Emme, and being as she was in a land that revered the cat (or mau, as they called us), I thought she should snap a few shots to remind Emme that I am a creature to be worshiped.  She certainly needs something to remind her of her servitude to supreme beings such as ourselves, as she doesn’t understand that the time to wake up is when I declare so.

Thought this initial shot of Egyptian Deities might serve as a good reminder.

 

All bow to the great and powerful Mau!

 

Hmm, Erica’s obedient, but it would seem her focus may have strayed.

 

Focus Erica, Focus!

 

Honestly two-leggers!  They may make good house pets, but so hard to train. You have to keep on them at all times.

FFR

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Launching Rescue Mission for My Two-Legger

June 9, 2010 By Leave a Comment

As a goddess who treads this earth but is in no way limited to it, I am ruled by no earthly power – the very idea of such a circumstance is worthy of my most withering look. I especially disdain that meager contraption that elicits such fear and trepidation from my two-legger: what they call “the clock”. One glance at this piddling trifle sends my two-legger into a blogging frenzy, leaving me – ethereal goddess of immaculate perfection – short on my daily offerings of love and libations of exotic liqueurs. As you know, I am partial to the cool sweet milky stuff, but no sign of it for days! The priorities of bi-pedals go so easily awry.

A Withering Look From a Feline is a Force to be Reckoned With - Photo by Eva

I will not stand the denial my rightful shower of love by that unimpressive pseudo-deity they call “the clock”. At its unspoken command, my two-legger appears to be engaging in a face-off with the blogger machine. As her sole proprietor and role model, I believe the task to detach her inferior claws from the clickety-clack at the blogger falls upon my sleek and lustrous shoulders. She must be reminded, yet again, of her duties to me, and that there are now sunny spots aplenty to cuddle me in.

I will make this two-legger led astray an offer she cannot refuse. I will station myself in all my feline glory in front of her blogger screen and pontificate at length about the evils of not preening oneself many times a day. My divine apparition will demonstrate all she is missing by ignoring me. I would not invest in the education of most two-leggers. Between daily preens and sleeps there are only so many hours in a day for such philanthropy; I must admit, however, a minor chink in my goddessy armour: I do have a soft spot for this one.

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FFR’s Wiley Weekly Word: Dalliance

July 5, 2009 By 1 Comment

A leisurely meow to all you cats out there. I do plan on writing great feline words of wisdom a little more frequently, but as a superior being you can’t possibly begin to understand the great pressures weighing on our time.  As of late, the least of which has been healing my two-legger from her spring time dalliance.  But why am I explaining this to you?   You’re just a mere two-legger and on that note, back to our tutelage…

So this week’s word:  Dalliance

Dalliance: The silly, totally frivolous and often trifling activities that two-leggers get up to in the Spring and Summer, most of the time with amorous intentions in mind.

‘My two-legger is usually quite an intelligent creature (well as far as two-leggers go), but when this involves dalliance I have to close my eyes and ears to avoid witnessing the disaster that ensues. Does she not understand as a female (the superior sex, of course) that she should lay back and let the male two-legger perform the dalliance? They do after all seem to enjoy the chase. And then she’d end up with less egg on her face when its all said and done.’

One alley cat that is often doing acts of dalliance to catch my eye.

One alley cat that is often doing acts of dalliance to catch my eye.

FFR

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FFR’s Wiley Weekly Word: Abscond

March 16, 2009 By 2 Comments

Hello furless wonders,

Welcome to my new space.  Well mine, & I guess my human’s, new space.

Ordered the human to take this pic.

Ordered the human to take this pic.

I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot on Sexy in Vancity, as I really am rather adorable.  I mean I am purrfect after all.  I just get a little cranky when Kittyn is around.  She has a tendency to stroke me the wrong way and make my hair stand up on end.  And the nerve to call herself ‘Kittyn’!!!  I mean really!  How can you possibly be so arrogant as to give yourself a name so fabulously feline when you’re a mere two-legger.

As far as two-leggers go, I have to admit I am rather fond of mine.  She’s not purrfect, like me, but then she’s not a cat. She can’t sit still for very long, forgets to serve me the bowls of icy cold milky stuff first, and has a tendency to go out gallivanting for ridiculously long stretches, as opposed to attending to all my needs, like a good human should.  She does, however, cuddle rather nicely, so I suppose I can overlook her short comings.

I am concerned about her writing as of late though.  She keeps writing about Vancouver events, radio shows and films and I really do find them to be rather a bore.  I am so much more worldly than that and I do want her to finish her book so that she keeps me well fed in the finest of feline cuisine along with the rather sumptuous tandoori chicken from the meat man down the road.  It is for these reasons that I feel that it is important for me to become her muse and start swatting her into action (I do, of course, mean literally). In this endeavor, I’m starting my own weekly column – Wiley Weekly Word.

This Week’s Word: Abscond

Abscond: To suddenly & secretly disappear, so as not to get caught. (ie. Think golden slobbering canine and an unwatched slab of meat)

‘My human tries to abscond with a bowl of icy cool milky stuff in the dead of night, but alas she lacks the prowess & stealth of the feline (rather she sounds a little like a clutsy elephant), so is none too secretive about her crime (because it is a crime to eat icy cool milky stuff without sharing it with the feline Goddess).’

6-leggeds abscond with the stocking (not likely in my house, as I rather fancy the crunchiness of 6-leggeds) Photo Stolen from Archie McPhee

6-leggeds abscond with the stocking (not likely in my house, as I rather fancy the crunchiness of 6-leggeds) Photo Absconded from Archie McPhee

FFR

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