I'll be seeing you

Mom told us last week that our best dog friend died Dec. 20.

I know what you're thinking. Dog? Friend? Oxymoron, right? Well that's the thing. When I came home with Mom when I was four weeks old, the first dog I ever met was Simba. I was too young and naive to be afraid of him and he gave me no reason to be. So I grew up knowing dogs were friends and not the bullies you see on TV. When Meg came to live with the dogs, I taught her the same. Now she has a super bond with the remaining dog in Mom's parents' house, Lizzy.

Simba was 14. He sure did make the most of those years. He was the smartest dog I've ever met. He could sneeze on command, which, let me tell you, is really annoying if you're standing near by.

As a Sheltie-mix, Simba was good at herding. He often would try to herd the birds in the sky. That didn't work too well.

Mom found out in the fall Simba had a tumor on his heart. He was acting ill and Mom didn't think he would last long. He proved everyone wrong, though. He hung on for months just to make it easier on his family.

Here he is with the also dearly departed Ginger.

--Jazpurr

Dont lissen. He washes yer brane.

I dont kare wat you think. Iggie is a jerk.

He comes walking into my hous and aks like he owns it, despit the
o-k-a-shunal slap in the face by me.

From the first he started hanging arowd here, I was on hiss patrol. I hissed at that son of a bichon until I was a horse. Id hid under the bed then run out and hiss at him. It didnt werk tho.

Mom and Ryan just kep loving him and negleging me. I was hert both becuz he took my home and cuz he took my Mom away.

I don't want to agree with Meg, but Iggie did get kind of mean toward the end.

I thought he was the coolest cat on earth. He was just so suave and confident. All I wanted was his attention. Then he started chasing me. I don't like to be chased.

Mom says he went to live with her dad and we'll never see him again. That's probably for the best.

Pssshhht! The best! It's fer the ossumnesst! Good riggins, Iggie jerkface.

--Jazpurr and Meg

Hi, I'm Iggy. You'll find that I'm awesome.

What's up kitties of the world. The name's Igor Wolfgang VonFrankenstein, but the hip cats call me Iggy.

I wanted to introduce myself now that I've been hanging round the Hideabed for a while now.

To give you the DL on how I ended up "befriending" Meg and Jazpurr, I'll tell you about myself.

I was raised with a family in a house and such but was recently abandoned and wandered over to the Hideabed where I met Ryan and Rachel.

I wooed them super quick with my mad flirting skills and before they knew it I'd walked in their front door and made myself at home.

I've got a couple families on the hook this way, but Ryan and Rachel's place is the best cuz they've got the nip--they have it in pillow and leaf form. Awesome.

Those people also have cats of their own. I didn't get off on the best foot with either of them--Jazpurr was offended by my uninvited entrance and Meg, well, she hates ever cat that isn't her brother.

Jazpurr warmed up to me but not before I beat his ass one night in the apartment. Meg still hates me but I put her hissy face in its place the other night and now I rule this joint.

Despite by tough dominance in the kitty kingdom both in this apartment and out on the streets, I've got the people folk under my paw pad. All I've got to do is roll around, purr, let them pick me up and sleep and they think I'm all that.

Take my advice, stray kitties out there, be nice to the people and they'll give you whatever you want, suckers.

--Iggy