Carly Girl's Gig

TWO LITTLE SISTERS

2009-06-06T20:56:00.006-05:00

Ok, they are little and they are girls. But they're cats. Do I have to claim them as sisters?

The big polkadotter is a thin calico, Kali. She's the soprano, though I've only heard her voice from a distance when she wants something--like, out! (but she doesn't know she is an indoor cat). Or when she doesn't want something, like, being held. Kali likes me--I can tell, because she visits me in my cubicle at night as she peers around my front door. She watches me from a distance or atop the desk close to the stairway for an escape route up, though I did get to chase her (slowly) around the track once or twice.

The pudgy gray one, Smudge, has little almost hidden polkadots and thus also seems to be the hidden cat. I hope she's the alto I need. Except for one "yell" and one "eep", I haven't heard another squeak from her. She was all fur and claws when I first saw her yell. I've hardly seen her since. Put the mike on her, I tell the grips, she's going to need some electro-, I mean, some amplification there. (And tell her she doesn't get a picture on my blog until she comes out from hiding.

THE SCAR

2009-06-06T20:49:00.002-05:00

What is this?

A promotion to Queen?

No, Thank you.

(We Cardi's are sort of related to those Pembrokes, the Queen's dogs, but we ain't her.)

Oh, my new People say this is just a little preventative, as a result of the last little preventative. My vet says my little incision has a little seroma (a small cyst thing with a little fluid) that I keep making a little worse by a little licking. What a little pain in the neck! Soon, it will soon be a full scar and my beautiful brindled coat will cover it and NO MORE QUEEN COLLAR.

Pay no attention to that collar in my upcoming pictures. On the plus side, it makes a pretty frame for my smiling face and it has a nice bowtie.

And I only have to wear it in the house, since it gets in the way of some serious sniffing when I am on my walks outside. And, in the house, I don't have to have it on when I'm attending to the antics and needs of my new People, especially playing and therapying with them. So, it is easy to be cooperative in putting it on and off (unlike one hidden cat that I've heard about).

WHAT HAS SHE GOT?

2009-06-06T20:13:00.006-05:00

Numers can be confusing.

My new People with the new knee has many legs.

And they change all the time. 3, 4, and 6.

Looky, here there are 5,or 6 ?!?

My other People that takes me for walks has only two.

No this isn't four and

and this is one (but it is a smelly one).

WAITING AT THE GATE

2009-06-06T19:56:00.003-05:00

I am ready to eat. Nom, nose, nom, nose, nose.

I said I was ready to eat, but not that.

Kerplunk.

I told you I was ready to eat, something else.
(How about some of that cat tuna?)

THE SHOW MUST GO ON, cont'd

2009-06-06T18:40:00.002-05:00

First day, I met Tucker (here in his usual pose-waiting for tuna), the 18 year-old long haired grey guy. He's only a part polkadot cat, with the white half-mustache (the half-Groucho Marx look). (He's got a white chest and white paws like me--could he be a cardi-cat?)

We went nose to nose pretty fast. Not quite harmonic, but not much noise though. Sounds like he handles the lower register, I heard his Groucho voice, "Mrumph! This is my house. Get use to it" He can think that if he likes, because I'm into sharing. Definitely, a bass. He talks a lot for a feline, "murere, mer, mraow"--all of it, tenor and baritone. I wonder what he's saying?

I'm not sure about the other two cats. If you follow LOLcats, you would know that there is the good ceiling cat who lives up and the evil basement cat who lives down. Upstairs and downstairs is catland around here. Here's the upstairs versions--Kali and Smudge all glow eyes, they don't look ceiling cat to me.

I don't think I'll go up there, they has to come to me!

REASON

2009-06-05T23:45:00.003-05:00

This is my new theory of Corgi-Cat Compatibility:

Not all cats have stripes (like Tigger has).

Some cats are sort of friendly (like Tigger can be).

Therefore; polk-a-dot cats are a moving target.

See my Zenn diagram --

(the secret is I find lots of colored markers on the floor) .

P.S. I'm still working on the conclusion to that logic problem..

THE SHOW MUST GO ON

2009-06-05T22:32:00.002-05:00

I'll be backed up here by a well-tuned trio, The Cat Combo!
Here's the latest rehearsal session:

Let's see, thats Kali, Smudge, and Tucker, from left to right.

Oops, dropped a morsel, er I mean, a high note.

LETTERS NEVER SENT

2009-06-04T12:00:00.000-05:00

AND DRAFT POSTS YET TO BLOG!

Honest, I've been busy, scribbling and posing and picturing.

Just wait, you'll see my first week's of draft blogs come a rushing at you all at once . . . kind of like I do.

WE HAVE NO SECRETS

2009-06-03T21:40:00.000-05:00

We've been discovered. Our very potent source of energy. Mea culpa. I let the cats out of the bag. (No, not the real ones.)

The power center of the Cardigan Welsh Corgi.

I didn't hide it very well. I apologize to the Corgis everywhere. It must have rolled out while I slept.

They say I'm a power house. My new People were very surpised by my kineticisty, my energy and my vigor. Jacque and Sarah didn't warn them that battery was included. Mixed with rest, relaxation, reactivity, running, and real food, look out!

Bye for now. Time to power up.

MOVING DAY

2009-05-31T23:53:00.006-05:00

This is my corner, my cubicle and my crate? Hard to believe that this was the only picture my new People took of me on my first evening. Something about not finding the camera. Sheesh, Auntie Sarah took a better picture of me there before she said goodbye. Finally, a found camera and a picture--even if it was almost past my bedtime.

I'm a little slow in posting this weekend. It's a hard gig learning all the new Things. I'm scoping all the cool places to run and smell. You know there are only a number of sticks a girl can grab and carry in a single day.

I'm meeting all the natives, even if there aren't very many dogs on the place. Miss you already, Sarah, and Breezy and Syd and Darby and Uncle Gizmo. It's strangely quite, it will definitely take some time getting use to. I may just have to make up for the lack of noise around here. The new People must be awful lonely with only ONE of me. Boy do I have a big job to do.

One of my people is still recovering from a surgery of their haunches, I think they call it a knee. She was doing fine, but she took a tumble and fell--sprain, scrapes and pains. No it wasn't me, it happened the morning before I came. She's been having a bit more trouble getting around than before, but I sit next to her and make her feel better. (Am I a therapy dog, too?) It sure makes that other one new People run around and and busy always doing things about the house. But that'll change soon.

More pictures and more postings, later 'gater.

ANTICIPATION

2009-05-28T20:02:00.006-05:00

I gots a new Gig. [Er, I have a new gig.]

Though I'm from a family of many CH-amps (both sides, Mom AND Dad), I took an early retirement from the Dog Show Ring. It wasn't that I couldn't conform, I just have other great gifts and talents to offer.

Now, I get to be the Star of my own Show in my new Place. ETA is 7:00ish on Fri night, less than 24 hours from now. WhooHoo!

It appears that my new Job is herding some new People and making new Music at this new Place. I already learned that my new People has an Editor-type and a Numerati-type. So I have to be watching my grammar now that I am almost one year old. [I don't know what a Numer is yet, or what that means for me.]

I feel lots of gratitude to my puppyMom, Laura, for making me such a friendly and fun girl as I was growing up this past year. I'll miss my buds at the old place, but you can be sure that we'll be BFF. Great catch, Coop! --I've heard there's some qurls [er, squirrels] outside my new Door, for myself. Watch out, Lex-that thing's bigger than you.

My godMothers, Jacque and Sarah (yep, that's Auntie Sarah of "Camp Hurricane" fame) guided me to my new People in Brookside.

Oh boy, that is less than two miles from my bigger Brother, Angus. His Two Moms know my new People, that's the connection of how I get to my new Place. You know, Angus and me, [er, I], we're twins, [er, that's a Numer! A what?], I mean, from the same litter. OK, so I can expect some Park play BIG time this summer.

So, I'll let let you know how it goes, as we go along.

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