May I Introduce… Mr. Pants!

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You Guys!

It has been SO busy over here with all this modeling I’m doing. Like, seriously, photos from every angle. Anyway, I’ve managed to escape the lens for a bit to bring you another profile in cat. Now, this one was sort of a surprise cat. A traveler, if you will. A rebel.

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Ladies.

You see, MomFOD had her heart set on getting a few barn cats for the barn at the new house. She did that. Long story short, one of them wandered into her kitchen and then into her heart. I keep telling her he’s only going to break it, but she won’t listen. Well, I’ll be there to tell her “I told you so” in due time. Until then, please welcome Mr. Pants!

 

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Crepes: Welcome, Mr. Pants.

Pants: Ladies…

Crepes: Eh, it’s just me.

Pants: Everything I say, I say to all the ladies in the world, all the time.

Crepes: Ok, then… tell us about yourself, Mr. Pants.

Pants: My name is Señor Pantalones.  I am black, I am soft, and I want you to touch me because you will like it.

Crepes: I’m just gonna sit right here. Now, I hear you’re a working cat. Tell me more.

Pants: You know, I used to work, but I made my fortune early and now I have retired to the good life.

Crepes: Do you want to elaborate on that?

Pants: Not really. Work is something I do not like to discuss. I do, however, like to travel. Do you like to travel, Crepes?

Crepes: No. I hide under chairs anytime I have to leave the house.

Pants: Tell me about your fears, Crepes.

Crepes: This is not at all what I want to talk about.

Pants: Do you want to cuddle?

Crepes: Dear lord, no.

Pants: You know, there is really only one human lady for me. But, if there are any other cat ladies out there, please see me if you’d like to have a cuddle.

Crepes: You know, you keep talking to the ladies but some of our readers are men. Is there anything you want to say to them?

Pants: Yes. I may have been neutered, but I still have more balls than you.

Crepes: Okee dokee.

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And that’s Mr. Pants!  An enigma with a Spanish accent who apparently really likes to cuddle and only likes MomFOD. Any questions for Mr. Pants?

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Lounging.

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“The secret to looking bigger is to keep the bush small.” – S. P.

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A taste of the indoors.

 

Love,

Crepes.

Please meet … Da Pinkle!

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You guys!

Today, I would like to introduce you to “Da Pinkle.” Do you remember awhile back where the FODs decided to foster some kitties and they just never. went. away? Yeah, well, they’re still here. Turns out, they signed the papers behind my back. One of these kitties, a suspiciously grey one with diamond-shaped chest hair, showed up with the name Martha. MomFOD was the first person to touch her, and when she did, Pinkle melted and has been hanging onto MomFOD’s back like a monkey since. Sister to Louie (You’ll meet him soon), Pinkle went through several name changes, starting with “Sprinkle Sorbet” and ending up at “Pinkle Sorbet.” She’s highly athletic with a distinct love for boxes, smarter than I’d prefer her to be, and really, really, REALLY, into MomFOD.

Please welcome Pinkle!

Pinkle.

                                                              Pinkle and MomFOD

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Crepes: Hello, Pinkle. Welcome.

Pinkle: Thank you.

Crepes: Tell us about you.

Pinkle: Well, I grew up on the streets. And then, after finishing my graduate degree, I took up acting right around the time I met Alana and that’s pretty much where I’m at right now.  You may have seen me in –

Crepes:  You have a graduate degree?

Pinkle: Of course. In herbology with a minor in Alana studies. Don’t you?

Crepes: Yeah. Yeah. Of course. Obviously. Mine’s in… theory.

Pinkle: Theory of what?

Crepes: Everything… Anyway, tell me about your acting.

Pinkle: Well, you may have seen me in my signature role as “The Purrminator.”  I starred right there alongside Alana. Her acting is just the best I’ve ever seen. Truly. Such finesse and nuance. Since then, I’m currently taking some time off to spend with Alana to further my thesis work on her.

Crepes: How is she enjoying that?

Pinkle: Well, I’m enjoying it, that’s for sure.

Crepes: You’re really into her, aren’t you?

Pinkle: Yes. Yes, I am.

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Alana and Pinkle.

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Like a Monkey on her back.

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More unabashed snuggling.

 

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Stalking the sammich. Or Alana. Not sure which. 

And, there you have Pinkle in a nutshell. Or a nutcase. Whatever. I hope you enjoyed the photos she supplied. I see a pattern.

Have a great weekend, everyone. You’ll be meeting more candidates next week!

Love,

Crepes.

P.S.  Pinkle permitted one photo of her with her other love: boxes.

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Official Pinkle-supplied  photo of her without Alana.

Today We Meet Niles!

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Hello, Readers.

 

Today, we meet Mr. Niles Chesterfield of Cambridge. London. (He insisted I add that. He’s from Wisconsin. He’s not fooling anyone.) Niles is the senior member of the Grelyak household. Having been adopted from a no-kill rescue somewhere about the turn of the century, (this latest one, not the previous one), Niles has been with MomFOD throughout her college years and all the years beyond. He’ll be celebrating his 18th birthday this year and is still chugging along like a champ. Let’s hear what he has to say!

Niles today. (Well, yesterday, or recently enough, anyway.)

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Crepes: How’s the weather today, Niles?

Niles: What feather?

Crepes: No, the weather!

Niles: Back in Ott 9, I recall a rather beautiful feather. It tickled my fancy, one might say.

Crepes: Right… So, tell us about yourself?

Niles: I have a fabulous shelf. High up on the wall, built by my Alana herself. Quite a good show she put on, really.

Crepes: I see.

Niles: So can I! Hearing’s not so good these days, though.

Crepes: You don’t say.

Niles: It’s Tuesday.

Crepes: I quit.

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Anyway, there you have it! Dear Old Niles, the 17, almost 18, year old black cat with the scruffy fur and a love of cuddling. He would like to represent the senior constituency of our readers.

Niles, at age fifteen and a half.

Niles

Lookin to the future!

Love,

 

Crepes.