Kitty Bungalow’s CATbaret! (and More Rocky Sleuthing)

You guys!

It’s that time of year again! My friends at Kitty Bungalow’s Charm School for Wayward Cats is doing their annual CATbaret, a star-studded event for the kittens, and we want you to know about it and possibly even win some tickets!

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You can expect Lil BUB and Mike as special guests. You’ll also get a chance to see the very special performance of Nora the cat and her jazz band, as composed by MomFOD! There might even be a little film snippet of the FODs’ in there somewhere.

When is this?

August 9, 2014 in Los Angeles, CA at the Belasco Theatre!

Here’s the official statement:

Whether you’re a cat lover or a theater lover, come out for an unforgettable night of sensational singers and dazzling dancers hosted by funnyman Fred Willard! The one night only spectacular features the hidden talents of your favorite celebrities from Castle, CSI, Lord of the Rings, So You Think You Can Dance and many more! Don’t miss out on meeting the celebrities and walking the red carpet as VIP guests for the night. Enter below to WIN!

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We hope you’ll get over there and join the celebration!  To learn more about Kitty Bungalow and the awesome work they do for feral kittens, visit http://kittybungalow.org 

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Now, I’ve done a little more sleuthing about Rocky, as promised, and look what I’ve found using my super secret phone bug:

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There he is again! And this time, he’s not on the bed. Instead, he’s being forced to learn how to properly tuck the corners of a bed spread. Is this some kind of learning camp? If only the phone had GPS that I could tap into to somehow find out his location so we could get him out of there!

Love,

Crepes.

 

**Disclaimer: This post was not sponsored. We are posting for charity. Readers have a chance to win a pair of tickets to the Los Angeles CATbaret event from a pool of the readers of other blogs, as well.**

The Crepes Case: Where is Rocky?

It is now Exile, day 14.

Rocky has been conspicuously missing for SOME TIME. MomFOD keeps telling me he’s under the bed but I would know. I’d be able to smell him. You can’t miss a smell like Rocky. I’m pretty sure something fishy is going on, and not in a delicious way, so I’ve decided that this is a job for

The Crepes Case.

Me in a suit case.

Me in a suit case.

Oh, sorry, wrong one. Eh hem….

The Crepes Case.

There we go.

There we go.

Seeing as I can’t leave the exile room, I did the only logical thing I could do. I planted a bug in MomFOD’s phone. Here’s how it works:

I implanted a device that can see things. When MomFOD points her phone at something and touches the “enter” button, it takes a light-encoded snapshot of whatever she’s seeing and stores it in her phone’s memory. Then, I can surreptitiously peek through her files without her knowledge and see what she was looking at. Brilliant, right?

Well, good thing I did. Do you know what I found?? DO YOU? THIS:

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That looks a lot more like he’s ON a bed, rather than UNDER the bed. And whose bed is that? It’s not ours. I’ve never seen it before.

Is it possible that he was kidnapped?

And now he’s being forced to relax?

I don’t know, guys. I’m going to have to keep searching for clues. Also, I know it’s Tuesday, so let me give you a haiku for your troubles. Eh hem…

My whiskers tingle.

I know Rocky is out there

Relaxing by force.

The case continues….

Love,

Crepes.

PS. Did you see our new film that came out yesterday? It stars Rocky. And ZOMBIES. Here it is, in case you were curious.

Exile Day 13: The Last Revelation

You guys!

So, I was wandering around my exile room, and I found something that seems REALLY IMPORTANT. Now, I know that GramFOD is really into Egyptian history and mummies and stuff, and those guys seemed to really know what was going on with the world and knowledge. So I was looking through her books for something to scratch, when out fell THIS.

The book of all knowledge

The book of ultimate knowledge

It seems to be a book of the future! And it tells me that it will reveal EVERYTHING I need to know.

Nothing is left to the imagination.

Nothing is left to the imagination.

I gathered up my courage and I looked inside. And frankly, now I’m a little nervous because it seems like my future is going to be rather bizarre.  For instance, look at this bit of knowledge:

Like suit and tie business or the kind that I do in the litter box? So cryptic.

Like suit and tie business or the kind that I do in the litter box? So cryptic.

It seems that I have to go East, and because it’s to the right, I know that, at some point in my life, I will be facing North. How does that help me? But then it gets creepy. Look at this:

Ummm... what?

Ummm… what?

Listen, if I find a dead body on the grating of a floor in a hallway facing East, I’m just going to leave it there, ok? After that, it seems like we’re going to encounter some violence.

Do they make flack jackets in my size?

Do they make flack jackets in my size?

You know what? I think I’m going to stay on my bike and turn left. I think that’s the best choice.

Does he need a college fund?

Does he need a college fund?

If a skeleton is attacking me, why would I take care of him? And for how many years? Eighteen? Is he going to become a dentist? Do I need to prepare to pay for his schooling? Also, I hate water.

Listen, I have NO IDEA what kind of book this is, but I decided not to read any further. It might by mystical and all-knowing, but I feel like some things are better left as surprises.

I’ll update you soon on my exile. It seems to be just me, Niles, Mrs. P, and Doodle here. Does anyone know where Rocky went? Hmm. Odd.

Love,

Crepes.

 

 

 

 

OTRB Scooter, Our Bachelor of the Week :(

Sad news, everyone.

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I’ve been notified that, just yesterday, our lovely bachelor Scooter went over the rainbow bridge. The dear little fellow suffered a clot and passed away peacefully surrounded by Tabby’s Place staff. We’ve never lost a bachelor before and we’re really sad. Scooter never found his forever home, but he was well cared for and loved at Tabby’s Place and we know that their good work will help many, many other cats find homes of their own.

I keep a tiny account of money I make for my blog writing and I use it for things just like this. I’ve decided to make a little donation of $25 in memory of Scooter to make sure that more kitties find their homes. I hope you’ll consider joining me in doing the same to help support the work Tabby’s Place is doing. Any amount will help. To donate in memory of Scooter, you can go here.   To donate any other amount, visit here. 

Run free, Scooter, and be happy.

Love,

Crepes.