If there’s somethin’ strange in your neighborhood
Who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!
If it’s somethin’ weird and it don’t taste good
Who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!

I ain’t afraid a no ghost
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
If you’re seein’ things and haven’t had cat nip
Who can you call – Tamra Maew!
An’ invisible mouse sleepin’ in your bed
Oh who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
Who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!
If you’re all alone, pick up the servants phone
And call – Tamra Maew!

I ain’t afraid a no ghost
I hear they like to spook cats
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
Who you gonna call – Tamra Maew!
Grr… if it’s in your bowl
with your stinky gooodness
You better call – Tamra Maew!
Bitey makes me feel good
I ain’t afraid a no ghost

Don’t get caught with no vishus deer…
They’re even worse than ghosts!
I think you better call – Tamra Maew!
Ooh… who you gonna call – Tamra Maew!

I was sure the servants would give-in, but after about a month, negotiations were still at a stale-mate. I decided to get out of my comfortable sun-bathing bed and use my secret weapon… irresistible cuteness!

My cuteness got me a lot of love and temptations, but still no internet access! I started to get depressed sitting around all day without my blog and all my cat friends…

So… I gave in, I caved, I stooped to an all-time low and agreed to let Griffin stick his giant head into my blog whenever he wants. I already accepted the fact that I would have to tolerate him in life, but looks like I’m officially stuck with him on my blog as well.

The last time I let Griffin write his own post, he wrote about puking up toilet paper… Hopefully my three month strike at least did some good by giving him enough time to lose some of his more disgusting habits so we never have to read about them!

A Cat Condo is a perfect place to play some games! There are balls to whop and plenty of places to scratch and chew.

A Cat Condo is also a perfect place to wash. There are lots of furs and usually an extra tongue helping you!

A Cat Condo also serves well for naps. There isn’t much room but we always fit two.

In fact, there’s no reason to leave a Cat Condo except for food and to poo!

In case you aren’t familiar with The Naming of Cats, in the Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, by T.S. Eliot, we all have three names! So, in this meme, you must link to the originator of the meme (Tara and Kavan), list the following rules, and then tell us:

1. The name that the family uses daily (such as Peter, Agustus, Alonzo, or James)
2. The name that is particular, a name thats peculiar, and more dignified (such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat)

3. What you are doing when you are thinking of the name that only you know, and will never confess (when engaged in rapt contemplation), that deep and inscrutable singular name

Then tag three cats to give their three names.

Here are my three names:

1. Tamra… or Tamra Maew if im being bad!
2. HoneyBunnyBites
3. Wondering what Griffins ears taste like with mayonnaise… mmm mayonnaise!

and here are Griffins:

1. Griffin
2. MonkeyClawsClimb
3. Developing a master plan for my next attack on Tamra’s tail!

I’ll tag Storm the furry fighter, Hendrix and TT!

Also, I’ve got a role in CCSI III which airs this weekend! Be sure to check it out at Sassy’s Blog!

Today is my birthday! I think I’ve come a long way since I posted that first picture of myself back in June 2007… In fact, now that I think about it…

… it all started on a sad evening near the end of June when my furr brother and sister left with their new slaves. It was dark outside, pouring rain, with all happiness in the world being washed away by the tears running down my face when suddenly a loud buzzing noise filled the room. Two very incompetent looking humans walked in and one began to rub me against his face while sniffing me. I felt my little heart bounce up and down with joy when they returned to take me home, even though I knew I’d have a lot of training to do with these two.

Thankfully my servants knew the basics and immediately provided me with mice to play with. Still, there were times when I needed to discipline them or remind them that my beauty was not to be ignored. When it comes to food, they are still incompetent to this very day, forcing me to steal coffee or alcoholic beverages on a daily basis.

Sleeping arrangements have always been adequate and in fact I even claimed my own chair in the house! The humans also encouraged my artistic talents by helping me get on the big YouTube Screen with my Halloween Movie. Still, if you look at my List of Favorite Things, the humans often try to prevent me from enjoying them and thus require further disciplining.

As I continue to age I also continue to acquire more and more wisdom. I’ve therefore diversified my disciplining techniques to also include punishment in the form of mischief. Climbing the screen, knocking down clothes in the closet, or shredding the chair, are just some of my better ideas. If they wish to retain my affections, they have no choice but to learn from their mistakes and reward my mischief with gifts, such as when I got my collar!

If discipling my human servants wasn’t enough to keep me busy for an entire year, there was also the matter of the alien invasion I had to take care of… I also had to constantly keep a very close eye on the pickle monster in my house… You would think after making these sacrifices on my part for the betterment of humanity and my household I would be rewarded, but again my servants went and proved their incompetence by going and brining home Griffin…

All in all, while I made some progress in training my servants in my first year, I still have a lot of work left ahead of me in the next year! With the way Griffin has been Growing Like a Weed, he may soon prove to be a formidable ally in my quest to train the incompetent servants. Of course, I may have my work cut out for me training him as well…

Here’s my furr Mom and Dad wishing me a Happy Birthday!

I’d love to stay and chat some more but Griffin say’s he wants to show me something in the office. He says he has a plan for mischief he wans to give me for my birthday that involves stealing clothes pins…! The only thing that could beat that is if the servants bring me an empty box tonight for me to play in!

Go habs go! Go habs go!

While watching the game, I decided to ask Tamra what would happen if we cheered for the other team? Right now they are playing the Flyers, and I have recently found birds and flies to be interesting since the start of Spring.

I suggest you all cheer for the Montreal Canadiens. I found out the hard way what would happen

As you can see, the referee finally had to separate us! The ref warned that if we kept roughing we would get a 2 minute penalty in the PTU!

Meezer Rule: If you’re gonna rough up the opponent, make sure you aren’t sitting on the referee’s lap or you’ll always get caught!

Meezer Rule: When your brother is a fatso, sleep with one eye open to protect your beautiful furrs!

Here are some pictures showing his alarming size increase…! Did I mention he even steals my food?

Go habs go!

Also, thank you Karl from The Cat Realm for the Valued Friend Award!

While I was initially uncertain of his true intentions when he first invaded my territory, I’ve come to realize he is nothing more than a tiny goof ball with no evident purpose in any of his actions. For the most part, he will just wander around aimlessly, bumping into things, purring and licking peoples faces. Given the proper training from his older, much more beautiful and smarter sister, he could perhaps become a useful tool. One day, he may very well get to sit by my side on the servants desk while we plot evil mischief to punish the servants for their constant incompetence.

Of course, Griffin still can’t quite reach the desk yet! In fact, he got to try on his collar recently and it can still slip right off his head!

For such a tiny little fellow, he sure can produce a lot of heat when he naps! The servants think it’s cute when I snuggle with him, but my taking advantage of his heat for personal comfort should not be misconstrued as appreciation for his presence. For the time being, I will continue to tolerate him with the hope that he should prove useful in the future.

In fact… Lilies are even worse than vishus deer!

Please spread the word!

As many of you have recently learned, the incompetent servants brought home a little “kitten”. As suspected by many, they did not consult me prior to acquiring this… thing. Since the servants are indeed supposed to serve me loyally, I have no other choice but to agree with TT and suspect alien involvement. Here is the intel I’ve gathered on the thing so far:

First of all, I am told he is my biological brother! Personally I see no resemblance whatsoever.

Secondly, he has a very unusual odor. The smell of an alien no doubt.

Many of you have however suggested that this may eventually be a good thing… While I am of course still quite skeptical, I have made an effort to tolerate his existence; especially when he is attacking the servants who deserve punishment.

He’s also deceivingly evil. While the casual observer might think this little act shown below is cute, its an obvious attempt to fool the servants into letting him steal my mice! That’s right, thats my mouse he’s got there!

Here’s some pictures of me as a kitten. Now thats cute! As you can see, no resemblance at all.

I have begun to like the little thing a little bit more ever since he pee’d on the male servant yesterday morning, so long as he doesn’t touch me… Stay away from me thing!

I believe the servants have given the thing a name, but I’m not going to bother learning it considering how short-lived his life will be if he keeps touching my tail…

OK! That’s enough tail biting and clawing, off with you now!!!

***EDIT***

Loyal servants here! Don’t tell Tamra we added this, but just wanted to let everyone know that Tamra’s new little brother is named Griffin, a seal point siamese born January 22nd 2008 (just over 7 1/2 weeks old). Both have the same biological parents, Munich (lilac point father) and Sewki (seal point mother).