What can I say? Iggy inspired me to revisit one of my favourite pastimes that I used to do on behalf of my kids.


And here we have the classic "Games I Make My Humans Play Amongst Themselves" syndrome. Gee...that sounds so familiar.....

But, why YES!.....there are RULES for these feline games, you know, and one must follow them religiously once they're established by whichever Master or Mistress of the House you are blessed with at the moment! e.g.....

.....NO! Do not drag the 'snake' ACROSS the paper, foolish biped, but UNDER the paper, at a speed ranging from:

• 5 km/hr
• 10 km/hr
• speed=my present mood
• in 1 inch spurts, speed unimportant

and I will catch the:

• tail end
• mid-section
• head
• other sneaky source I'm fully aware of, i.e. your hand/stick/whatever
• all of the above

...ONLY!! NOTE: It is your duty to discern whether or not I have arbitrarily changed said rules and henceforth govern yourselves accordingly......and no, I do NOT care in the slightest what my fur-mates' rules are! Did you not read the section in the manual that states "My Will Be Done"??? Well, okay, I will take the odd suggestion, but for the most part, you WILL obey or I will relay my choices through whomever is quickest of observation.......but here....let me rub against you now and make marshmallows of your fragile human ego.....pppprrrrrrr-rrrrrrrrrrr-rrrrrrrrrrrrr..........

Okay, Dayna.....that was WAAAAAAAAAY funnier than anything I just wrote!
(and, as an aside......oy, that's a LOT of "a"s and my pinkie finger didn't like it!....but the fact that you are able, and even willing to be able to also joke around in Iggy's Pages right now.....well, just outstanding, and I'm in awe of your strength! )

I don't know about that...I'm still laughing at Iggy Claus.

Iggy's pages are a wonderful balm to my spirit. I love being able to share Jon's kitten, especially in these my arid, catless days.

I think the "Lion Sleeps Tonight" thread was one of the most moving on here, for me, because, you know, they really are miniature lions and tigers.

I hope you can take the story of Iggy's first year, turning first into a cat, then into a little person, as a kind of singing laughing commercial for the time your catless days are over.

Iggy saved me from a horrible depression, and I do not care how many friends and relatives express concern over my "obsession" with him.

The entire point is that he did what they did not do.
(deleted ) them, all.

All our animal friends are special people, all different. At the time, I guess I needed a clown and magician.

Can my attraction to the Tuxedo Cat have been a subconcious memory of seeing "CATS!" in London at a happy time? Mephistopheles was a conjurer..

I'm quite partial to formal evening attire myself, albeit BK.'s was vintage Eighties blue.

Dear Friends and Fans,

I need your help, and am asking you to write jon730 and straighten him out.

As you know, I am an adorable cat, and no one can resist me, especially when I pose on my Begging Stool at dinner time, or come running with a squeak every time the refrigerator door is opened.

THEY ARE PUTTING ME ON A DIET!!! Auntie says I am getting too big in the middle and has been calling me...calling me...

"IGNATIUS THE GRAPE"!!!!

I am 27" long from Pink Dot to Pink Dot, and my tail is 13" long. This makes my overall length 40", about a Meter.
13.4 Pounds is NOT too much for a long cat, right? That's ONLY 6 Kilograms (For my EU allies.)

Talk to them. It was Auntie's idea. She ruined my whole setup here, and Jon will not Treat Cheat even when she is not looking any more.

Meow

Good Heavens ! Alert the U.N. , Call N.A.T.O., Call the Vatican, Call Richard Simmons,

Atrocities at Jon's House!

OK, looks like I might actually get my wish!.......and dying from laughter has GOTTA be one of the best ways of all to go! (K, take it away again, Jon, Iggy and Dayna, cuz the job's not quite done yet...)

Iggy............... Jingles here.... MR. Jingles that is....

You need to listen to Auntie. You want to be buff like I am don't you? Sure, I love to eat and beg too................. but I WORK OUT!!!!

AND JUST LOOK AT ME

This is right after my employee & I had about an hour in the living room chasing some darn thing she has rigged up for me to jump high in the air practicing for when she takes me back to the farm so I may be able to catch at least one of the hundreds of birds that fly around. She almost had a heart attack when I threw myself into the glass doors on her curio cabinet full of something called "antiques, momentoes, nick-nacks". This was immediately after I had landed on the glass top coffe table. I had impressed her so with how high I can jump and the fancy twists & turns I threw in just for fun. She made the dog leave me alone cause I crashed right after these pictures were taken.

So, Iggy, if you want to be slim, trim & jump about 4ft high...... cut down a bit on those snacks that Jon is sneaking around giving you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Iggy, remember those troops can't stay there for a hundred years. There are going to be some benchmarks you have to meet.

How about for a start:

1. Iggy learns that chicken wasn't invented solely for his benefit.

2. Iggy actually shares chicken with Jon and the rest of the household.

3. Jon doesn't need a forklift to take Iggy to the vet.


You get the idea.
Good luck,

Rules.



I'm a Cat. Cats rule, dogs drool. It's Nature.



Oh, I share. They dole it out to me in tiny, measly, stingy portions. It's abuse.



Jon is a drama queen. He worries about me too much.
I easily jump four feet.
The chair in the kitchen is more than four feet below the top of the refrigerator.
How does he think I get there...Levitation?

OK, I only do it so I can stare down at him when he opens the door and make him feel guilty for starving me, but still.

I have been informed that I nowoo weigh 13.7 Pounds.
It's an error prone industrial shipping scale, and obviously has inaccuracies at low weights.

There is a plus side to this libel and defamation and disprespect..I am getting lots of play time nowoo. He is using feathersticks and string toys and lasers to make me run and jump a lot more, so we are having quality time together.

Now if I can get HIM to wheeze and waddle around a little faster, it will be a mutual gain.

I mean if the old fool drops dead, who's going to serve me.....Auntie? She works for Sam and Murphy!

Going........to........die!....................talk about WHEEZING, Iggy!..............and the best part is that, with all that exercise.......you're only going to get that much STRONGER, too, so soon you won't NEED Jon to open the fridge door for you! (wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more.....)

BTW Iggy, so you don't feel like the Lone Ranger...Amos has been put on a diet too. the vet said " the good news is your Addison's dog has put on weight...the bad news is your Addison's dog is starting to look like a coffee table." (Primates you know, Can't live with 'em...can't has cheeseburger without 'em.)

I'm not sure how that happened because like you, Amos is not spoiled, pampered, or in any way at all indulged.

So misery loves company, huh buddy! Even if it is a dog.

I see Mr. Jingles is now a Sgt............. a DRILL Sgt. no less

Is that a recent promotion? He'll be good at it! He's been practicing on bossing us around for 8 months now.