Iggy,

You are NOT obese............. not quite as slim & trim as I am but then I am a bit younger than you. Also I believe my genes make me more prone to growing into a slim, trim, somewhat slinky feline.

I would suggest throwing yourself down on the floor at their feet whenever someone goes in the kitchen. It works most of the time at my household. If I am ignored, I get right in front of my slave when she's at the counter & slowly stand up & put my paw just over the edge of the counter feeling around so she'll think it is serious. I also try gropeing around under the stove as if I'm looking for crumbs.

Just humor them a little while and be your charming self......... they'll come around.

Your Begging Buddy, Jingles

"Actually, though there is such a person as "jon730", he does not post all that much since I grew thumbs. "

Oh, cause I was thinking maybe voice recognition technology?

Yeahbut I read that having some Siamese ancestry disqualifies you for some Domestic Cat Shows....you know, kind of like cheating.
...Not that it matters to us cats. If your lackey ever wants to show you she can just take a felt tip marker and fix a few things up. If she uses hair dye, make sure it's nontoxic, huh?




Funny how they fall for that...I think it's a "STOP THEM BEFORE THEY FIND THE ANT POISON!!!" thing.
There isn't any, of course..just plant the idea. What I do is save the next hairball for in front of the stove, and put on a REALLY good performance.

Anything that works...See the Hill, take the Hill!



Oo-rah, Sarge!

No, actually one night when Jon was sleeping, I drove a DIN connector into the back of his head with a hammer.

Now I upload the next day's instructions and the text for the posts directly into his new RS232 Port.

He thinks everything was HIS idea and he gets up all programmed and scurries off to the computer.

All the pictures and cartoons he does in Paint Shop Pro only happen after he works hard, and sleeps a long time...those graphics ideas take a LONG time to upload!

I'll try to upgrade him to SCSI or PATA next year, but am not sure his Primate Brain has a big enough buffer to handle it, and the CPU may be outdated.

Maybe if I cleaned him up a little it would help....Just a minute: JON> DELTREE C:\ *.*

If he doesn't boot up tomorrow I suppose I could eat him.

Better get Sam or Murphy to taste him, first.

It's funny no matter what you do to Iggy's image, he's still cute as can be!

It's the pink nose. I actually feel guilty.

There is turkey in the fridge********* NO!

That's their secret weapon, Jon. Stand strong we're here for you!

And keep in mind, a little bit o' 'nip (esp. if it's fresh leaves) goes a long way towards making them forget aaaaaallll about those food cravings! (or tiny bits of Bonito fish flakes - few calories, non-fattening and super-concentrated flavour!!) Then you'll BOTH feel better.

I have it!! A GREAT INVENTION!

Styrofoam packing peanuts, and wet them with opened Omega-3 fish oil capsules!

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I think my wife has fallen under Iggy's spell now.

We were watching him playing and doing his little tricks, when I said, "Look at adorable little cattums! He is the SON I never had!".

She said, "Stop talking like that in front of him! You are making him conceited and unbearable!!"

Another clue... When I pick him up to kiss him (shut up) he smells of her perfume, so something has been going on behind my back.

Uh Oh, Highly suspicious. Maybe you better install an "Iggy cam ".

If his head is the size of a grapefruit then the only obvious answer, Jon........

is......you must get a BIGGER TV SCREEN!


And no matter what you say about this boy.........every picture you add shows he is
definitely still adorable.

Judy

It HAPPENED when you FORGOT to take off your READING GLASSES, You GOOSE.

Have you noticed that my head is not BIG TODAY????

Duh.

The Creationists can use this as PROOF that primates are not the end stage of Evolution!!!

Cats have known that for a long time!

Hey, Igward. While we are talking, can you solve a mystery?
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So strange. I never had one before, but always seemed to know someone who had one. I have had some beautiful cats, including Registered Siamese and Burmese, and a lot of plain vanilla Felix Vulgari who were beautiful. Molly was a gorgeous Tabby, for example.

But I do keep looking at His Excellency, and genuinely admire him because of his symmetry..and pink nose.
But still, it does not make SENSE to me why the Tuxedos are colored that way. One would think their prey could easily see them! It is not a camouflage, like the Tabby (Or the lynx or the lion, etc.).

Yet, there are just too many around to indicate they catch less game...or they would have disappeard from the gene pool!

There are so many around that a local cat shelter had a "Putting on the Ritz" event to adopt out all their Tuxedos. I am proud to say that many of Ignatius The Great's pictures were able to help!!
They asked permission to use them and were printed full out from the 5 megapixel RAW files...The one with him demanding the Jaguar be brought around, the ones with the Harrod's bags, the Forbes cover, etc., and a few I had not put up here, like..

I hate to say it but my Molly got like that, too. If there were just some way of letting air out of them or something....Molly was a big tabby...and she did not really look FAT, just...inflated like a football, you know...bigger in the middle than the ends. And it SWAYED when she walked. Like a dairy cow.

Maybe it is tabby cat genetics. My dad had a big tabby like that...Porky. He got to be 20+ years old, so his weight didn't seem to have an adverse effect on his health.

Ha! That's funny, Joanne....I'd found the same 2 articles on Tuxedos, but decided not to add the one about the 200% intelligence factor here, for 2 reasons...

....firstly, lest Iggy's head expand to the size of an exercise ball ....and secondly, because if you read the replies below the article, apparently many of these 'facts' were simply jokes made up to celebrate that woman's love of "Jellicles." (what an odd name for them!) So like the responder, I didn't want to be spreading myths.

...but to be perfectly honest, my REAL reason was because I simply couldn't agree, knowing that Siamese bloodlines are really the ones that carry the most intelligence in the feline kingdom! I do wonder if it's true, though, that Siamese really ARE the most vocal.....I know MY kidlets certainly were, of all the cats I've ever met, even compared to Princess, the neighbour's cat, who's got even more Siamese in her than my kids did - she talks to me SO much like Nissa & Sabin did, but is still not as LOOOOUUUUUDDDDD about it as they were.

Mr. Jingles LOOKS Siamese & talks a lot but with just a soft burrrrt noise. You always know when he is coming into the room, or about to do something in the next room or even headed for the litter box.

He was born on a farm that only had black or black & white cats for several years. No Siamese anywhere to be seen! His Mother was black & white and his 2 brothers were black.

He walks on a leash & rides in the car as good as our dog. He is smarter than any cat I've ever had although my black kitty was also pretty smart. He maybe had Siamese blood as he had a similar personality to Mr. Jingles.

Be they black, white, yellow, tuxedo, tabby, siamese, maine coon, we each know for a fact that the cats we own are the smartest as well as the most beautiful cats on the face of the earth!

Fleasy, my beloved Siam-mix, like Sabin, used to answer the phone. And by that I mean when it rang he picked up the cord just behind the receiver in his teeth. We lived alone during my college days, and I used to call him from bars. Never could get him to take a message though . He also knew when there was turkey in the house, even if it was frozen. And he would lie in the kitchen floor and kick and howl ( as only a Siamese can ) until he got some. We never had a problem with guests that stayed too long at Thanksgiving.

BK. was the only tuxedo cat I was ever blessed with. I can't say that he was more intelligent than other cats, but he behaved very differently than other cats I've known.

That was one of the oddities of BK.'s behavior I had never seen before. I was so surprised when I slipped him into the makeshift bubble-wrap life jacket the physical therapist made for him and put him in the tub. He liked the warm water and he seemed to enjoy the whole thing. Then too, it was always clear to me that Beekie knew when people were trying to help him.

To: Imperial Press Secretary for Ignatius the Great.


Will the press be allowed in to cover the Emperor's birthday celebrations on the 16?

If I can get him to keep the hat on. He keeps chewing the elastic. Maybe I should cut earholes in it. So far the plan is proceeding.

The "Cake" will be a disk of Salmon and Shrimp Fancy Feast, with a sardine for a candle. My wife wants to stick a candle in the sardine's mouth, but he does not know about fire, and I am afraid he'll lose some whiskers. I am very protective of him.

The Main Event, will, of course, be Corned Beef and Cabbage a day early.

The next day, just for one day, we will put the mitre on him, and he'll drive the snakes out of the yard. (Heehee, or the lawyers out of the neighborhood..)

I forgot....Iggy has his own domain now, as a 1-year birthday present! Everyone on here has seen most of this stuff, so there is not much new, but it will cut down on external link traffic to this site.

IGGY'S OWN DOMAIN!

There is a link to this site's main page, in case people who visit Iggy have lost someone.

Is there any truth to the rumor that His Majesty's jeweler had to send out for an extra tape measure, in order to measure him for a new diadem?

I fear there will be trouble. He seems to have used up all his patience with the bowtie, and not only will not wear the little silver party hat I made, (Just a conical shape) he chewed the elastic off.

I just looked at my avatar and for the first time I realized that he was BORN the VERY DAY I joined Lightning Strike!!!!

(Twilight Zone theme..)

Well, he will have a happy birthday, because he is happy every day. He has been teasing Murphy, so she will probabyl skip the party...Possibly stop in for a sardine, if she is in a good mood. Iggy's ebullience is rather hard for a hairy old cat to take sometimes.

Seems you and I had our little healing helpers arrive around the same time of the year. HAPPY BIRTHDAY IGGY! If I remember correctly our boys were neutered around the same time too. Has Iggy ever forgiven you? Browser was a leap year baby so we celebrated two days in a row because we couldn't decide on February 28th or March 1st to celebrate his.

Here's wishing your little king many more healthy and happy birthdays to come. Please give Iggy a kiss on the top of that sweet pink nose of his for me.

From what he is doing to his bowtie and party hat..sounds like this boy wants to dress down (like..get down) rather than dress up.

I would assume he is searching the house for his birthday presents?

Hope he hasn't looked under Murphy....she looks like she would NOT like to be moved.

Happy Birthday to the Birthday Boy...and I assume he knows his birthday only comes
ONCE a year?

Hugs and kisses, Iggy!

Judy and Little Guy

Sardines were on sale when I went shopping today!! O Joy!

So maybe rather than just using a sardine as a candle, I can roll the fancy feast into a long shape and stick sardines in a row down each side so it looks like a rack of lamb...?

He has been too busy to think about next week. Last week he invented a new game. I read in bed before I can get to sleep.
He burrows under the blankets, and sneaks up on me. (It's not really sneaking when a 14 pound lump ooozes towards you under the covers.)

Then his pink nose, followed by his head pops out and he shoves the book out of the way. He thinks it's a huge joke. Those big surprised looking golden eyes, all full of enthusiasm just make me melt. He knows what my laughter means, certainly! What a personality and a happy soul. He has been so good for me.

I had a bad week...not only is it Miles' Bridge anniversary, I had an ugly situation involving a stockbroker that I had to resolve and was in a raging fury till "The Reptile", my lawyer friend (Cat lover so he's OK) resolved it most satisfyingly. (Ah, the smell of burning villages and the lamentations of their women...The crunch of a ##roach underfoot, the rolling thunder of a B-52 raid, etc.)

But right in the middle of my worst moments, Iggy would show up and put on his Clown Show, barge in, disrupt everything, knock things off the desk, push a chair over, squeak for food, attack my feet, and steal elastics and all I could do was laugh and smile with him.

What a great buddy. I really love this cat...not in a Miles Way, but something else. Over the years it will get defined somehow. I guess.

Actually, he did not seem to mind a bit after he slept that day. At first he was so happy to be home he was running around like a lunatic, despite my stern lectures. Then the anaesthesia wore off, and he slept the rest of the afternoon- On his back.

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I hope the squeaky voice deepens a little, but if he is perpetual soprano, so be it.

Happy Birthday Iggy,


I know you are now an all grownup, bow tie wearing, cat of the world...but to me you will always be a little sprout of a kitten, with a darling pink nose.

A good deal of the fun, and joy, you brought into Jon's life has splashed over into mine. Thanks so much for that!

And many many happy returns of the day.

Love,
Dayna, Amos, Birga and Charles

And now begins year two of his reign! Well, you can get dogs to go along with a brithday party, but ignatius is a cat through and through...What can I say!?

So here begins the Year Two thread, already!


Iggy's Birthday Cake!