tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12413309030691615952024-02-20T18:37:34.654-08:00Jackpot The CatJackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-59774684969082252592012-02-08T13:53:00.000-08:002012-02-08T13:53:10.042-08:00Springtime in Bernalwood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I live in a neighborhood which has the nickname of <a href="http://bernalwood.wordpress.com/">Bernalwood</a>. Right now, spring is starting to break out. When I run outside my front door, or look out from my cat perch these days, this is what I see.Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-87301478153434037182011-12-24T08:55:00.000-08:002011-12-24T09:34:40.972-08:00Was I Naughty Or Nice?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last year was my first Christmas with my new beans. Maybe you remember that I killed Santa. Oops! He was just sitting there on the tree waiting to be whapped.<br />
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This year when the tree went up, I just parked myself underneath it to prove that I am the best Christmas Cat ever. Plus, I was looking for Santa. I think he's farther up on the tree this year. Those other whapping toys just don't have the same appeal.<br />
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Here I am hypnotizing the beans: Purina One, Purina One, Purina One.<br />
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Who could resist this adorable man cat's Christmas wishes?<br />
Merry Christmas my cat and bean friends. Here's some music to take you into the new year. It's called Skippy Rhodes - a song about home and the heart.<br />
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P.S. Accept no substitutes! Especially woofies. I am the original Jackpot. There's a dog on <a href="http://www.bravotv.com/the-real-housewives-of-beverly-hills/season-2/blogs/adrienne-maloof/hoping-for-the-best?page=0,1">television</a> who is trying to steal my identity! Don't be confused. He's a dog for catsakes.<br />
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What should I do???Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-73694436385055425782011-11-06T00:52:00.000-07:002011-11-06T00:52:55.519-07:00Professor Jackpot Here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello dear friends. I am a distinguished cat. You can tell that because I cross my paws. I have good manners. But if anyone around this house misbehaves, why I uncross my giant mancat paws and give them a good whap! Someone has to enforce etiquette around here. <br />Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-51695649156721450402011-10-17T07:45:00.000-07:002011-10-17T07:45:02.801-07:00Happy Birthday Abalone!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy Birthday to one of the people I love the most in the whole world. We call him Abalone around this house. Have a great 25th! Meows and purrs to you from your mancat.Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-13040603487092175902011-10-12T19:42:00.000-07:002011-10-13T06:42:07.696-07:00I'm Bernalwood's Official News Cat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Guess what? I have an important new job! I am the official news cat of <a href="http://bernalwood.wordpress.com/">Bernalwood!</a> Here I am, on this warm night, using my night vision eyes to keep an eye on the neighborhood. I can see far and wide from this perch. If you have been walking the hills tonight, I have probably seen you. <br />
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This is my introduction to the readers of Bernalwood. I will have more hard news to report in the days to come. I see quite a bit from here and my other observation posts. <br />
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Bernalwood readers, say hello to the <a href="http://www.blog.catblogosphere.com/">Catblogosphere</a>! Catblogosphere, say hi to the residents (and admirers of) <a href="http://bernalwood.wordpress.com/">Bernalwood</a>!Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-106108808538456512011-10-11T19:10:00.000-07:002011-10-11T19:10:24.531-07:00Warning! Insulting Cat Cartoon!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Look at this disgusting cartoon! Someone sent it to the Food Lady. Do you know any dogs? If they are telling you this, time for the Paw of Death. <br />
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Hi kitties and beans! I like to sit and look at my cat kingdom from my house and my back deck. The Food Dude and Food Lady let me sit on the deck and lounge with them sometimes. But that is as far as I get to go. Here is what I see on a nice day in my neighborhood: <a href="http://bernalwood.wordpress.com/">Bernalwood!</a><br />
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Here I am enjoying the sun on my deck. And some purple toesies! <br />
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When I sit on the deck, I am a fierce mancat and I protect my beans from anyone or any animal who might want to disturb them. <br />
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If you take a look at <a href="http://bernalwood.wordpress.com/">Bernalwood</a>, you will see that they have lots of dogs on the blog. They even have a dog correspondent or king or something. Don't you think Bernalwood needs a cat correspondent? I can report on all the animal and bird activity around my house. This is an important job and I am applying for it! Jackpot the Cat & Correspondent. That sounds good.Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-21842086706832585602011-09-22T23:01:00.000-07:002011-09-22T23:01:49.723-07:00Meet Chester!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Meet Chester. He's a cat. This is a nice side view of Chester as he walks down his sidewalk. Isn't he handsome? The beans tell me he is my new friend. <br />
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Here's another picture of Chester. He is a famous cat in his town. Chester lives in the beautiful state of <a href="http://www.discoverwisconsin.com/Home.aspx">Wisconsin</a>. He sits outside and his admirers come to visit him. My beans made a special trip to Wisconsin just to admire Chester. Chester does not want to be bothered by celebrity photographers so we are going to keep his hometown a secret. But if you ever go to Wisconsin, pay close attention, because you (or your beans) might get a chance to meet The Famous and Beloved Chester. Hi Chester - here's a paw across the continent! Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-406765372315164442011-09-09T02:51:00.000-07:002011-09-09T02:51:08.737-07:00I'm Baaacccckkk!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello everybody and every cat. Here I am in all my glorious mancatness. I am enjoying my life with my beans. I especially love the Food Dude. Sometimes I even give him a big hug with my mancat paws!<br />
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Here I am on my outside deck. I only get to go this far outside, but I love it. I am a lucky mancat! But one thing I do not understand: why don't the beans eat Purina One every day? Stupid beans. I won't touch the stuff they eat.Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-26285516292194404812010-12-22T20:05:00.000-08:002010-12-22T20:27:03.892-08:00Santa Is A Cat Toy!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLv5PxmvuzTeqZKXcWdkRpxZXs9jojE-WvWWejmsb9nO9wxr7gEp12x9wiwgEN_8ZoSee43aSYeCbXTednWcALy5fTLV0InErkV7PgLQUOSQUIHCZ54j-qGKLTVg6UrJ26L1qhhMvUIzq/s1600/jackpotChristmastree2010+004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553725407620639090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLv5PxmvuzTeqZKXcWdkRpxZXs9jojE-WvWWejmsb9nO9wxr7gEp12x9wiwgEN_8ZoSee43aSYeCbXTednWcALy5fTLV0InErkV7PgLQUOSQUIHCZ54j-qGKLTVg6UrJ26L1qhhMvUIzq/s320/jackpotChristmastree2010+004.JPG" /></a> Look at the big green tree that the beans put inside the house for me to play with! I am checking it out. Hmmm. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WFWg99uob-VGJuwk-qgfdlM-p6g59YxGnlbi5vOKGujggjW0vhdfSWKX6-Um8PqqYoWeqd5cZ53Vm8mD9J2lQCob8fEIbqlCm42oQo4yhZeFZhQ5d4dbaqktps5xQUVNOQhCEBO6DqWc/s1600/jackpotChristmastree2010+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553725338046675794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WFWg99uob-VGJuwk-qgfdlM-p6g59YxGnlbi5vOKGujggjW0vhdfSWKX6-Um8PqqYoWeqd5cZ53Vm8mD9J2lQCob8fEIbqlCm42oQo4yhZeFZhQ5d4dbaqktps5xQUVNOQhCEBO6DqWc/s320/jackpotChristmastree2010+003.JPG" /></a> The tree smells good! It passes the Jackpot smell test.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iscT7n_FjnrBurkLOIrphDRWf-Ufl7u6F4vI5k7d6U0psOh4i08EszSyrTQx6fyYDP1aRB8Efz0sRXiAhAchs4YgmqoS8ZoLmoIzV2Fh_TZ924FTiEzmy-km1FZcHbyNz_u9MX2uKa9u/s1600/jackpotChristmastree2010+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553725268439084130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iscT7n_FjnrBurkLOIrphDRWf-Ufl7u6F4vI5k7d6U0psOh4i08EszSyrTQx6fyYDP1aRB8Efz0sRXiAhAchs4YgmqoS8ZoLmoIzV2Fh_TZ924FTiEzmy-km1FZcHbyNz_u9MX2uKa9u/s320/jackpotChristmastree2010+006.JPG" /></a> Oh, the Food Dude is doing something to the tree. If the Food Dude is involved with the tree, I approve!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwONmDXEmhMe9VrvuLJ56szoSos5zekfylb5iJe7_0ugK_I-dm46TCwG-R6gPv4DhrFDxiM1VOWMI3T2FlC9KlutIng8wARhpnyV2rDdH0pK1az5olLrTqNOjcAeFJCqM-xByaNreyXCv9/s1600/jackpotChristmastree2010+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553725180041631458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwONmDXEmhMe9VrvuLJ56szoSos5zekfylb5iJe7_0ugK_I-dm46TCwG-R6gPv4DhrFDxiM1VOWMI3T2FlC9KlutIng8wARhpnyV2rDdH0pK1az5olLrTqNOjcAeFJCqM-xByaNreyXCv9/s320/jackpotChristmastree2010+008.JPG" /></a> The beans are staring at the tree and giving it a lot of attention. I better sit right in front of it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMdTCqNcdQirpZeMm5M_jNcwbgsSxyH88VVbGQFhZ1snvIG9W8__fahYrrkOjhBYbFYYJgkexWmBA2TP7H9UlvvyOw7LIR1hyphenhyphenJiSaO01Xvrt4SwQN7r8XqVqQ1MXD5ENXBfFNi1FDlR2TS/s1600/JPunderTree+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553725058673965554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMdTCqNcdQirpZeMm5M_jNcwbgsSxyH88VVbGQFhZ1snvIG9W8__fahYrrkOjhBYbFYYJgkexWmBA2TP7H9UlvvyOw7LIR1hyphenhyphenJiSaO01Xvrt4SwQN7r8XqVqQ1MXD5ENXBfFNi1FDlR2TS/s320/JPunderTree+001.JPG" /></a> There are packages under the tree now. The beans are excited about the packages. I will sit under the tree so they will be excited about me too. It is nice and warm under the tree.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZERd_dFwgzSA2Jnjo-D9WONyqdoJlryxIUOaEFxPROPa-Al2rgo8yFZEya5mUsxHTfRQ43CikxugnBrrNr9VodMicZoF17a87AXgc1CYib2nPTORdaRWKvA8mLA4e8voWybNpt-Nvg1D/s1600/JPXmasTreeDeadSanta+004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553724907014449682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZERd_dFwgzSA2Jnjo-D9WONyqdoJlryxIUOaEFxPROPa-Al2rgo8yFZEya5mUsxHTfRQ43CikxugnBrrNr9VodMicZoF17a87AXgc1CYib2nPTORdaRWKvA8mLA4e8voWybNpt-Nvg1D/s320/JPXmasTreeDeadSanta+004.JPG" /></a><br /> Ah yes, this is a good place for a cat. The beans think I am just napping under the tree. Actually, I am checking out the hanging things to see which one I should whap. So many choices!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MkPQafvzqqyFOXMbyIkL07gpzlxvIHXeEXZm0QtUFLA4dZOE77HQs6j6PsoUaERN04802R_-mm-5cAIdOk_I57GicDcaCTdFNpcIsH6Zn5ei38ssTgHw8NmPKiluuzedgM9LaB7B8qp8/s1600/JPunderTree+004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553724657256836002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MkPQafvzqqyFOXMbyIkL07gpzlxvIHXeEXZm0QtUFLA4dZOE77HQs6j6PsoUaERN04802R_-mm-5cAIdOk_I57GicDcaCTdFNpcIsH6Zn5ei38ssTgHw8NmPKiluuzedgM9LaB7B8qp8/s320/JPunderTree+004.JPG" /></a> Now I am walking away from the tree so the beans think I don't care about all the whapping toys I have identified.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYbS9Q02glT7c9SPETICGeZ1IOJoCxdAhMLQcbREaS1Twk8PkKO5MKFYJOVzEk5ngo5IJEI7ZPQ-aEorUOMYuIykaQfuTMZqtsc5_kXzefZK9GozqgwdNZtzvWY7by9F0dHk953zsFV3A/s1600/JPXmasTreeDeadSanta+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553724478646802658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYbS9Q02glT7c9SPETICGeZ1IOJoCxdAhMLQcbREaS1Twk8PkKO5MKFYJOVzEk5ngo5IJEI7ZPQ-aEorUOMYuIykaQfuTMZqtsc5_kXzefZK9GozqgwdNZtzvWY7by9F0dHk953zsFV3A/s320/JPXmasTreeDeadSanta+006.JPG" /></a><br /> Hahaha! I found the best whap toy of all. The beans came home and found me whapping this toy around. This whap toy was hanging on the tree. They call him Santa. I got Santa off the tree all by myself and taught him a lesson. Nothing on the tree is safe from my paws!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0JjL6FUE11bpC-Hb5qV99Fa6doYKRRHrKta_izkiHuviNF1rlU-oHaPCT5PFLhqPV_NNVLuQZ5Wrdt6zyiEBJ5bz7QmCE1y22KjDRk2OQvYJvBOjlDnx8mG7Xh_CXl5ZPmOPtU8NiwPP/s1600/JPXmasTreeDeadSanta+007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553724315975815906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0JjL6FUE11bpC-Hb5qV99Fa6doYKRRHrKta_izkiHuviNF1rlU-oHaPCT5PFLhqPV_NNVLuQZ5Wrdt6zyiEBJ5bz7QmCE1y22KjDRk2OQvYJvBOjlDnx8mG7Xh_CXl5ZPmOPtU8NiwPP/s320/JPXmasTreeDeadSanta+007.JPG" /></a><br /> Oops. Santa is dead on the floor now. I whapped him up, down, and all around. Santa is just a cat toy now. I like the green tree and all the hanging toys. Christmas is for cats! Merry Christmas to all the cats and beans!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-16238891568108705252010-12-14T18:06:00.001-08:002010-12-14T18:49:25.980-08:00House of Sads<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqGQzek7IaAuEVsm-1XvpOjwd07SDe3a7RKONTPz7u6FYrN53cZ0AtdXs5EK0_yr_FHWrb1Gvdok_eA-HTo_HFd2BT4fH98vnJHLAkdnMdJOuNI9MBN1FpUYJOjU1PL8q8YWbt_I6uL9oH/s1600/JackpotNov2010+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550726433223796498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqGQzek7IaAuEVsm-1XvpOjwd07SDe3a7RKONTPz7u6FYrN53cZ0AtdXs5EK0_yr_FHWrb1Gvdok_eA-HTo_HFd2BT4fH98vnJHLAkdnMdJOuNI9MBN1FpUYJOjU1PL8q8YWbt_I6uL9oH/s320/JackpotNov2010+002.JPG" /></a><br />Today I am having the Sads. The whole house has the Sads. The Food Dude has the Sads. The Food Lady has the Gigantic Sads. Her eyes have been leaking all day. It is a sads time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLxgRY2E04wIdAV769Phq7aAPk85Z3wxg3tzYAPGWOtpRwekpUgrezEt21NkolJnZ1CFFxEFW9niJ8SlZkWG_wLCLA5_6WBgpiobD8Wl0X5R7eNLrLjq6ZZu-JViEDlmj_mENT9ikBpDH/s1600/RockytGCRIP.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550726189382390002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLxgRY2E04wIdAV769Phq7aAPk85Z3wxg3tzYAPGWOtpRwekpUgrezEt21NkolJnZ1CFFxEFW9niJ8SlZkWG_wLCLA5_6WBgpiobD8Wl0X5R7eNLrLjq6ZZu-JViEDlmj_mENT9ikBpDH/s320/RockytGCRIP.bmp" /></a> </div><div>We are all having The Sads because one of the most famous and best cats in the entire universe had to go to the Rainbow Bridge a few days ago - <a href="http://www.rockytheguttercat.com/">Rocky the Gutter Cat</a>. I did not know Rocky personally but my beans did and they loved him very, very much. That is why they have the leaky eyes. They told me I wouldn't have a blog if not for Rocky. So I am feeling sad along with them.</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSgE4q3b-qXwivLvhMk5dlEyavM6fVlllx5rEJZvsFTCioLemDEtzyBVDAVEOjkoC41CM4_k_ecMtW7u-u3Mp3k8ySE17612m0Ncfs-7XXgxtmDPlOFyHQPoO_OuobkHk9mfJIEAJbUUWT/s1600/Jan162009+009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550726060781320754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSgE4q3b-qXwivLvhMk5dlEyavM6fVlllx5rEJZvsFTCioLemDEtzyBVDAVEOjkoC41CM4_k_ecMtW7u-u3Mp3k8ySE17612m0Ncfs-7XXgxtmDPlOFyHQPoO_OuobkHk9mfJIEAJbUUWT/s320/Jan162009+009.JPG" /></a><br />The beans told me that Rocky was the very special friend of <a href="http://halloween-halloweenthecat.blogspot.com/">Halloween The Cat</a>. This is a picture of Halloween. She lived in this house before me and she was here for many years. The beans loved her very, very much too. Sometimes I can smell her around the house. Halloween was one of Rocky's spicy vixens. Halloween went to the Bridge a while before I came to live here. Rocky and Halloween were so close, so the beans have the Sads thinking about Halloween too. But they told me Halloween was waiting right on the other side of the Bridge to welcome Rocky and take good care of him. Here is a picture of Halloween taken at Christmas last year. She was a very pretty cat. She talked alot. She is talking in this picture!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyheEeeV0v46OmF8ooyUs0x_tyaSQfxnE5aQi9lQZ2EJjQZRC7DbavHAQykkxvt6Go2-kiV-vU6TvcQE4pv6-HwcVslTfWz-fKkWe9mn5WyJaZLLzzBLqXCuygDFAIuUxVuoQukUAxnUIi/s1600/Jan162009+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550725661301705650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyheEeeV0v46OmF8ooyUs0x_tyaSQfxnE5aQi9lQZ2EJjQZRC7DbavHAQykkxvt6Go2-kiV-vU6TvcQE4pv6-HwcVslTfWz-fKkWe9mn5WyJaZLLzzBLqXCuygDFAIuUxVuoQukUAxnUIi/s320/Jan162009+010.JPG" /></a><br />This is Halloween sleeping under last year's Christmas tree. The beans were going to use this picture for a Christmas card this year but the Food Lady said it would make her miss Halloween too much if she had to sign her name on lots and lots of cards and see her missing kitty under the tree. So instead we will have her on the blog and everyone can remember what a sweet cat she was. I am having the sads along with the beans, but tomorrow I will try to make them happy beans again. I hope you will stop by Rocky's blog if you haven't already and let his family know you share their sorrow.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-1966577453100226522010-12-08T15:51:00.000-08:002010-12-08T20:29:49.597-08:00Am I Part Jackrabbit?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkvVQIeeVQEnShW_NIWiYeYGHP5f7nOyxidtQosgeA_kJzJj_7nX70kMgzldZA_UXsMvz3CxUBUyHQovVRyaWV7PxRhoyPfoYmOlWBDc6efKh9TTGB225AZb9zl5mu3W1UlRGN2gD8lsX/s1600/jackrabbit.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548463677252857858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkvVQIeeVQEnShW_NIWiYeYGHP5f7nOyxidtQosgeA_kJzJj_7nX70kMgzldZA_UXsMvz3CxUBUyHQovVRyaWV7PxRhoyPfoYmOlWBDc6efKh9TTGB225AZb9zl5mu3W1UlRGN2gD8lsX/s320/jackrabbit.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />See Jackrabbit. See Jackrabbit's giant hind paws! See Jackrabbit JUMP!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9-AJUj5_cYct-KZTI9d9Ybk47CdRPw7Kglt-c_qr_UKPbHlTYwA1SQy_8JetvHA_klpbPVvUzuWj2G-_xZMO353mOwDZujKguqwg3pIH1gwdI3IAAZnAZAykcKjOUJ7i67LR9y_F23We/s1600/sleepingJP%252CJackrabbit%2526+wRCT+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548463533770214338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9-AJUj5_cYct-KZTI9d9Ybk47CdRPw7Kglt-c_qr_UKPbHlTYwA1SQy_8JetvHA_klpbPVvUzuWj2G-_xZMO353mOwDZujKguqwg3pIH1gwdI3IAAZnAZAykcKjOUJ7i67LR9y_F23We/s320/sleepingJP%252CJackrabbit%2526+wRCT+003.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>See Jackpot. See Jackpot's giant hind paws! See Jackpot dream of jumping on the Christmas tree..... The beans have been discussing this and they think I can't hear them. I'm taking lessons from my pal Jackrabbit, above. Hey, we even have the same name! Do you think we might be related?<br /><br /><div></div></div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-28554747635107653562010-11-27T19:20:00.000-08:002010-11-27T19:37:42.418-08:00My Thanksgiving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8iESVIUVymDuy3AQT7NqdKe649Hy5KvMpVrOuzAhgbL2vsqLxM4JVFLL_nG-KAVqOt97T-ptTc3aYDMX85ZlsebhvhiRPlvJIPo5-BeL-FyQeeny_5uZnBs3hSFVjbctc08Y8aaVaHKY/s1600/100_0018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544436262737554418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8iESVIUVymDuy3AQT7NqdKe649Hy5KvMpVrOuzAhgbL2vsqLxM4JVFLL_nG-KAVqOt97T-ptTc3aYDMX85ZlsebhvhiRPlvJIPo5-BeL-FyQeeny_5uZnBs3hSFVjbctc08Y8aaVaHKY/s320/100_0018.JPG" /></a> <br /> I am sitting on my couch, waiting for all of the Thanksigiving visitors to arrive and adore me. I am hoping they will play cat toy and cat feather with me. I'm also wondering if Augie the Yappy Dog is still coming. I may be too ferocious for him.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyXMsCNVuyheQshdquj3pkxw2uI34P2OvEqsDfnGSfcR9jb3BEi-n9sLu1yJwunhYWPjGvk3nCrdhFQkzFKc7PVAj7XKG0PQHwcY8MvZvkkhJXdZymVc7u7RWe6KzxTBwbWNlCkxR3EGr/s1600/100_0019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544436156761329826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtyXMsCNVuyheQshdquj3pkxw2uI34P2OvEqsDfnGSfcR9jb3BEi-n9sLu1yJwunhYWPjGvk3nCrdhFQkzFKc7PVAj7XKG0PQHwcY8MvZvkkhJXdZymVc7u7RWe6KzxTBwbWNlCkxR3EGr/s320/100_0019.JPG" /></a> </div><div> Well, Augie the Yappy Dog did not stay home. I just cannot believe my eyes. That is why they are closed. Just a few moments after this picture was taken, I flew off the couch and chased Augie all around the house. Yes, that's right. Augie ran away from me and cried like the little yappy dog he is! I rule this house. Then I got tired of him and went downstairs. I came up later on, after dinner and some beans played feather toy with me! That was fun. Then Augie hid from me. At least he stayed away from my end of the couch. Everyone agreed that in a battle between Augie and me, I would WIN!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSdjsnPlZWXPG5QtOlttOlk_PtGxYA73NiH-gK2sb3-RMgkv-8-EwSbmlDbKoqo7I6m4ZdMwLpKHfXc3TgRsTO-t2Eo8kv6KkNThxw_v6bsTjNsSQnU3dra_kYBKHcivSwuaBzn7ePoVZ/s1600/100_0020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544436024030840018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSdjsnPlZWXPG5QtOlttOlk_PtGxYA73NiH-gK2sb3-RMgkv-8-EwSbmlDbKoqo7I6m4ZdMwLpKHfXc3TgRsTO-t2Eo8kv6KkNThxw_v6bsTjNsSQnU3dra_kYBKHcivSwuaBzn7ePoVZ/s320/100_0020.JPG" /></a> </div><div> Here's the turkey all the beans ate. The pig approves.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nx0TLgmWP5_CfOJ6d3GebQ0E3W3cYoXzn1HppzH-opGTKwC0B60BCyPEHCU6Yvc57m3PIKxFQGVR2Y7AKLHXHAu_8DRqpODfUP34DmtskZy3cNbWKIZ2BK9y-7JqlbuLbB3jJyJwXf92/s1600/100_0015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544435816451466562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nx0TLgmWP5_CfOJ6d3GebQ0E3W3cYoXzn1HppzH-opGTKwC0B60BCyPEHCU6Yvc57m3PIKxFQGVR2Y7AKLHXHAu_8DRqpODfUP34DmtskZy3cNbWKIZ2BK9y-7JqlbuLbB3jJyJwXf92/s320/100_0015.JPG" /></a><br /> Here's the home made pumpkin pie the Food Lady made. She wants you to know she roasted the pumpkin herself. No canned pumpkin in this house. But she also said the bad words when she made the crust. On the night before Thanksgiving, you can bet you will hear her grumbling, "I will never be a crust maker! Arrgh!!!" But the beans loved the pie even if the crust doesn't look perfect.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLusQGsVWFelmG1DEeyRKppO17o0KlK_i4oEh3RESKnphXZcPXMD3PVqpfRbyZHZm20aR6io_bAwpSSSoSZN04StgK5kl7vMCoJ0jEivkKXfYpKR2u10_4PJ5USzfaueNp59Cc1OcrxZce/s1600/100_0014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544435699592904818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLusQGsVWFelmG1DEeyRKppO17o0KlK_i4oEh3RESKnphXZcPXMD3PVqpfRbyZHZm20aR6io_bAwpSSSoSZN04StgK5kl7vMCoJ0jEivkKXfYpKR2u10_4PJ5USzfaueNp59Cc1OcrxZce/s320/100_0014.JPG" /></a><br /><br /> Here's the pecan tart the Food Lady made. One of the beans told her that it was the best pecan tart he'd ever eaten. This made the Food Lady very happy. </div><div> </div><div> You want to know what I had for Thanksgiving Dinner? A can of Purina Pro chicken cat food. Why the beans eat turkey instead of Purina Pro chicken out of a can is a mystery to me. I got the best dinner of all!!!</div><div> </div><div> Thank you for all of your Thanksgiving wishes and visits. It has been cold and stormy here. I am very happy to have this warm and loving Forever Home with good beans who fulfill my every demand.<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-85489363953006247472010-11-22T22:30:00.001-08:002010-11-22T22:49:07.780-08:00My New Friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3Figz98_tQIug9KE6m7z7o9BdCizJ9ZRHJf2_lQff0vOSb0ttRHqur0tm1kURvOw6Fpg_SD17pI076UoFHSLmCGSiRXRu98XxSMyVfkxmvxfzMpKSyt2EELVrUy9O5UOPnb3RVWIJDPq/s1600/JackpotNov2010+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542629505327536066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3Figz98_tQIug9KE6m7z7o9BdCizJ9ZRHJf2_lQff0vOSb0ttRHqur0tm1kURvOw6Fpg_SD17pI076UoFHSLmCGSiRXRu98XxSMyVfkxmvxfzMpKSyt2EELVrUy9O5UOPnb3RVWIJDPq/s320/JackpotNov2010+001.JPG" /></a> <br /> Hello everyone! Here I am, on my soft spot on the big chair. I am so glad the beans had this chair waiting for me when I came to live here. Once in a while, a bean tries to sit beneath me on the big part of the chair. Uh, that is Cat Space. That person gets a whap! By the way, I haven't grown antlers. Those things that look like they are growing out of my head are flowers.<br /><br /><br /> Here are pictures of a couple of new friends of mine!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMO5-7U58zbwJ0b9UUW9ZtObDjGh6YnOxHPi6KRA3F224N8lJ8shsPnNOcOyJGkQu9AGd6AiC48tLaF5LghN8SnrOAQe36nUSXnxqEfh4pnG_yyAOM-aUf5LXiJDSBGuzZ4aX6oXQu7wPM/s1600/augienov2010.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542629375980474546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMO5-7U58zbwJ0b9UUW9ZtObDjGh6YnOxHPi6KRA3F224N8lJ8shsPnNOcOyJGkQu9AGd6AiC48tLaF5LghN8SnrOAQe36nUSXnxqEfh4pnG_yyAOM-aUf5LXiJDSBGuzZ4aX6oXQu7wPM/s320/augienov2010.bmp" /></a> </div><div> This is Augie, the Incredible Champagne Drinking Yappy Dog! He was in Paris when this picture was taken. Some Giant Bean was holding him. Augie is bringing his beans over for Thanksgiving Dinner in a couple of days. His mom bean is the best friend of my Food Lady. My Food Lady says I am 1000 times bigger than Augie the Yappy Dog. She told me to sit on my cat tree and let Augie stand under me and then have fun! I am looking forward to playing tag with Augie and his beans, and all the other beans who are supposed to be here. Of course, I will be the Center of Attention! </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8I3PoE4o9QFTPM4Dq8pPO7Uz376W8amEWdXNu-Wcr7m6eeSrRpzNZiMAdukwPhYYobAI5FraaxXB6EvlZFMSopeCUEbUUw5sZ0w5pVsAo1UM3dzZnqopG2mHVngLvEL-KtvCDhpio3UdE/s1600/sneakerandrazcal.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542629145456329170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8I3PoE4o9QFTPM4Dq8pPO7Uz376W8amEWdXNu-Wcr7m6eeSrRpzNZiMAdukwPhYYobAI5FraaxXB6EvlZFMSopeCUEbUUw5sZ0w5pVsAo1UM3dzZnqopG2mHVngLvEL-KtvCDhpio3UdE/s320/sneakerandrazcal.bmp" /></a> </div><div> Here is a pic of Sneaker the Tuxie Cat and Rascal the black cat. They are my neighbors! Aren't they cute? Maybe they can hear me when I broadcast Radio Jackpot! </div><div> </div><div> I will be posting pictures of the good food my beans make for the big gathering. Hope all of you have happy holidays with your beans too!<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-78865717744520422912010-11-16T19:57:00.001-08:002010-11-16T21:04:28.124-08:00Radio Jackpot & Animal Cops At My House!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZaRs8Rxbschnu6iAFXRpBOLbkuEK2saiAqq-xmAxW7Vl5accRt5cIaYwlNgiyr785Gxq07nCo8xK4QOa_GM7k1jVEdYASYKBTLZc_fmQI0AuUT7cC4ijWwC5WWfDac07rtqoftHvbbcWV/s1600/JackpotAnimalCops+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540363062373987458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZaRs8Rxbschnu6iAFXRpBOLbkuEK2saiAqq-xmAxW7Vl5accRt5cIaYwlNgiyr785Gxq07nCo8xK4QOa_GM7k1jVEdYASYKBTLZc_fmQI0AuUT7cC4ijWwC5WWfDac07rtqoftHvbbcWV/s320/JackpotAnimalCops+010.JPG" /></a><br />
<br /><div> Ever since I declared that the Food Dude was the Best Person in the Known Universe, there have been no blog posts. This is the Food Lady's job. I whap her every day to remind her to visit my cat pals and tell the cats and beans about my amazing exploits. Maybe I need to whap her some more! Finally, here's a very important update!</div>
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<br /><div> Since I can't go outside, I like to sit at the back doors and talk to the kitties and other critters who visit my back yard. There are lots of kitties, squirrels, birds, mice and also racoons. At night, I often sit at the back door and broadcast Radio Jackpot to the neighborhood animals, birds, and beans. I can usually be heard chattering away for several hours in the middle of the night as my night time pals come to visit me and get the latest animal gossip. My animal friends come and tell me what is going on in their part of the neighborhood and I pass it along on Radio Jackpot. I like having this job since I can't go outside and run around with my outdoor friends.</div>
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<br /><div> One morning last week, I had to give a cat alert to the other animals and my beans. The beans were home for the day. One of the racoons was lying down in the back yard and it was almost 10 in the morning. This was not right because the racoons only visit at night. The beans saw the racoon get up, walk around and then fall down. Then he went and crawled in the fountain and tried to drink the water there. And then he just stayed in the fountain. The racoon shouldn't have been out in the day time and he shouldn't have been falling down. So the beans called the <a href="http://animal.discovery.com/fansites/animalcops/sanfran/about.html">San Francisco Animal Cops</a>! </div>
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<br /><div> The <a href="http://www.sfgov2.org/index.aspx?page=942">Animal Cops</a> came over right away. There were two very, very brave women animal cops. You can see their picture at the top of this post. They saw that the racoon was sick and needed to be taken away so he could be cared for. The amazing Animal Cops spent about an hour trying to capture the sick racoon. Although Mr. Racoon was very sick, he was still very wily and did everything he could to evade capture by the very nice Animal Cops. I don't understand why he did not want to go with them. He jumped over my fence but they caught him. Then he got away and ran under my shed. Then the Animal Cops spent a lot of time trying to capture him while he was under the shed. They stuck their heads under there. They stuck poles under there. They got him out and in a giant net but he got away again! But the Animal Cops were very tenacious and courageous and strong and they captured Mr. Racoon again. This time, they kept him in the giant net (seen above - along with smiling Animal Cops) and took him away from my back yard. </div>
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<br /><div> I knew Mr. Racoon was not feeling good so I am glad I got some help for him. I am glad that the Animal Cops came to help. I stayed out of their way but the beans kept watching them and saying things like, "Wow, they are bad a_____!" And "I wouldn't stick my head under the shed for the racoon!" </div>
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<br /><div> Last of all, I watched a lot of baseball this year and I am a proud fan of the <a href="http://www.fogcityjournal.com/wordpress/2473/sf-giants-parade-photos/">World Series Champion San Francisco Giants</a>, just like my beloved Food Dude!</div>
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He scratches me in just the right places. He is my favorite person to sit on. I worship him. He worships me. I am living the Jackpot life!</div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-5091275798639350612010-06-26T16:52:00.000-07:002010-06-26T17:00:43.754-07:00I Like Pillows & Guido's Mom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtqKj9nizZ9o5MTxIMBSNgNr1dZoBF11RwjMarJ66LahYrMQVaUHPqfioBEj752CqN9wjFDGk8-LyVmYR0DD5r7PuvB-sImNuBx8tlRLq_9jn82yLl5-RoemTg0UwUDyY2YVda3tKCpti/s1600/JPJune10+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487235020418618354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtqKj9nizZ9o5MTxIMBSNgNr1dZoBF11RwjMarJ66LahYrMQVaUHPqfioBEj752CqN9wjFDGk8-LyVmYR0DD5r7PuvB-sImNuBx8tlRLq_9jn82yLl5-RoemTg0UwUDyY2YVda3tKCpti/s320/JPJune10+005.JPG" /></a><br /> Sometimes the Food Dude will lie on the floor. He has a nice set up with a plastic thingie underneath, and two pillows. He also has the cable television control within reach. He warms it up for me. As soon as he gets up, I run over and sit on the pillows. The Food Dude is a good bean. He knows how to take care of a fantastic Mancat like me! I love this warm pillow spot.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAFG2XmygMCFpLMYySFzHd6XXY3_Ekcu7AUMseP2LBtfLwMCb2OrTbinTKIxCJGdq2YZBELc5oA9nVQ6uhWsMofeBeKcNOIDPLRD4p8uP7gH36nzH-iHTxI1a3FYGzSoBgH0qecL6-CCH/s1600/JPJune10+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487234931129926754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAFG2XmygMCFpLMYySFzHd6XXY3_Ekcu7AUMseP2LBtfLwMCb2OrTbinTKIxCJGdq2YZBELc5oA9nVQ6uhWsMofeBeKcNOIDPLRD4p8uP7gH36nzH-iHTxI1a3FYGzSoBgH0qecL6-CCH/s320/JPJune10+010.JPG" /></a> Today the US played in the World Cup. The US lost. But I won - as I should - I am Jackpot the Cat, after all. I won because <a href="http://theguidogazette.blogspot.com/">Guido's</a> mom came to visit and she gave me great scratches, brought me peacock feathers and special nip, and gave me lots of attention. I hope she comes back soon.</div><div>As you can see, she made me very happy!</div><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-80790637361367721932010-06-04T10:02:00.001-07:002010-06-04T10:08:21.685-07:00The Daily Whap<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkadj6L1sMvBRI4ae3b0epMaZKly_Cca5DaX5dHY6O2aZe5IUjKVaw5Qb5RN51nHuQFukm6zzKLNa5R8etEP-ZEyfB9fKhJoP1BQPnHBrNNLzNU1Rz0YGkLRXNOJbr2HYzZrjdxSgo5aTa/s1600/JPwhapspot+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478965288358921138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkadj6L1sMvBRI4ae3b0epMaZKly_Cca5DaX5dHY6O2aZe5IUjKVaw5Qb5RN51nHuQFukm6zzKLNa5R8etEP-ZEyfB9fKhJoP1BQPnHBrNNLzNU1Rz0YGkLRXNOJbr2HYzZrjdxSgo5aTa/s320/JPwhapspot+001.JPG" /></a><br /> Welcome to my Cat Tree! I have located it in the perfect place: where I can keep watch on the back yard if I face one direction, and where I can keep an eye on the beans from the other direction. But the best part of the location of my Cat Tree is that I get to give the Food Lady The Daily Whap! She has to walk by me every morning as she gets ready to start her day. So I've started giving her a daily whap with one of my big man paws every morning. I don't use my claws. I just give her a love whap. It is sort of a game - for me. She says, "No daily whap today." I just wait til a few minutes later and I get her then!! Haha. I am slowly bending all beans who are in this household to my will.Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-28578339999219665222010-05-31T08:27:00.001-07:002010-05-31T08:35:02.181-07:00Me and My Homie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblawjhSNMDK6qNNjOMRchWnrQhc4d7TQ4bUYSQVVylw0Vof-WZY9ipV-4QD_zBFDFgaeFskNaPiAJ0mVo465He0KmDngD_5dAmToHq8w7Ye7XFIlDXCotKlmAfhmpAcVMpJOxPdw61khO/s1600/JP&Ryan+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477456524096332226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblawjhSNMDK6qNNjOMRchWnrQhc4d7TQ4bUYSQVVylw0Vof-WZY9ipV-4QD_zBFDFgaeFskNaPiAJ0mVo465He0KmDngD_5dAmToHq8w7Ye7XFIlDXCotKlmAfhmpAcVMpJOxPdw61khO/s320/JP&Ryan+003.JPG" /></a><br /> Here is a picture of me, with my homie, Ryan. Ryan has been away at <a href="http://www.humboldt.edu/">college</a>. He came home to visit me. As you can see, we really like each other! He says he's making up a song about me so I can post it on the blog. I can't wait!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj388vQ24VhoQ61JG26ErTx21lkjq1VPFKIWlMQYbzjQgHxZSDup70UwUzd3jkodJYXlUWjLPzg__yT9qwn2SuCYVxYqogdkgFh5u4N_jOPHwq0HgIa_0eCIHHtgJAE-9kyIXdwVTRXt8vN/s1600/DSC_1088.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477456397522043026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj388vQ24VhoQ61JG26ErTx21lkjq1VPFKIWlMQYbzjQgHxZSDup70UwUzd3jkodJYXlUWjLPzg__yT9qwn2SuCYVxYqogdkgFh5u4N_jOPHwq0HgIa_0eCIHHtgJAE-9kyIXdwVTRXt8vN/s320/DSC_1088.JPG" /></a><br /> Here are the birds of the day. They are trumpet swans. Aren't they pretty?<br /><div></div></div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-48926674466569013442010-05-30T08:42:00.001-07:002010-05-30T11:12:28.183-07:00Bird of the Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ljH2VhJW_lH4D92loEJK9DK4Ma_k0I7SYccWfAzfJVnIBctppCt5vQuKOQB2cn4QqrjOZvsOolO9Pf2eIRSPhAwFOa7Ir8ZU2GmhTUGUXgsXENKKIlOoh7_Q0OOxdtuv2AEdwFr2hYlg/s1600/DSC_1452.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477089208479735474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ljH2VhJW_lH4D92loEJK9DK4Ma_k0I7SYccWfAzfJVnIBctppCt5vQuKOQB2cn4QqrjOZvsOolO9Pf2eIRSPhAwFOa7Ir8ZU2GmhTUGUXgsXENKKIlOoh7_Q0OOxdtuv2AEdwFr2hYlg/s320/DSC_1452.JPG" /></a><br />Here is a birdie. He was sent to me by the father of one of the Food Lady's best friends who lives in <a href="http://www.galesburgmi.com/">this place</a>. I call him the Birdie Man. He is sending me lots of birdie pictures to look at. I will share them with you. I have to ask the Birdie Man what this birdie is called. Do any of you know? I like having the birdie pictures in my house because I can't get to the birdies outside.<br /><br />Also, the Food Lady bean wants you all to know that she has been very, very busy with a work project. That is why she hasn't been around to visit your bloggies for me, and why this is the first post for weeks and weeks. I'm putting her back to work. See you all soon!Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-2774843122754360402010-05-08T09:52:00.001-07:002010-05-08T09:59:14.056-07:00Cats In My House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXErmUZz9tEZ2Nndolqt2vkW7_XWk9MMs-VblMf2xbKXgykGXoHStCM0DqsDSo8B4STDxZ2IV767VG9K5A2-AedVk9bCCjvTaCzmYr1zi9-voZKnd7h4sJHwsghtffHGACUd3wXK1JHzC4/s1600/JackpotwatchingTV+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468943371073530162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXErmUZz9tEZ2Nndolqt2vkW7_XWk9MMs-VblMf2xbKXgykGXoHStCM0DqsDSo8B4STDxZ2IV767VG9K5A2-AedVk9bCCjvTaCzmYr1zi9-voZKnd7h4sJHwsghtffHGACUd3wXK1JHzC4/s320/JackpotwatchingTV+002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /> Look! Look! There are cats in my house. They are big, giant cats! Sometimes they stand up on this table and play. See? There they are now. I want to play too.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZtriTXgsE-fK8NruDy4xfMt251XSDMW0YcyJD2pijXi47Qipexspp35a9lYYpvxZHI5debvIxHxYFFMhLMh7CWf3pz-Ud6EeiNZDZXi2f4RbF-kFe2IJyok6QnOsZpSHnHiJ7V-C1zmA/s1600/JackpotwatchingTV+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468943301353524610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZtriTXgsE-fK8NruDy4xfMt251XSDMW0YcyJD2pijXi47Qipexspp35a9lYYpvxZHI5debvIxHxYFFMhLMh7CWf3pz-Ud6EeiNZDZXi2f4RbF-kFe2IJyok6QnOsZpSHnHiJ7V-C1zmA/s320/JackpotwatchingTV+001.JPG" /></a><br /> Here are some more of the cats in my house. Sometimes I talk to them and they talk back to me. Then I reach my big manpaws up on the TV table and try to whap the kitties. The Food Lady Bean caught me getting ready to jump up and play with the kitties but she told me I have to stay down on the floor and just talk to them. I'll obey that advice just like I obeyed the advice not to jump out the open window! Just wait til she turns her back!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> I like to watch the kitties when they are playing on top of the table. I also like it when the birdies are up there too. The birdies in my back yard have been asking me to come out and play with them. Now that they are inside the house, I will have a chance to do that. Don't tell the Food Lady Bean!<br /><div></div></div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-24395704647951389582010-04-25T16:39:00.000-07:002010-04-25T16:49:15.746-07:00I Escaped!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlEeoDc6brcIMTKFrW2adHwmgl51wO8tFxuaeRwEEFbhyYqd0M-pXC9o7IKVaMdbI_23DDS79bwVO1P2CjchA8XR81ISgeRvtoAjTdLlMx40Ma5lcflGHjm5gRgiHSB9GoW4lxLsWgo8s/s1600/escape&frontyd+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464224296678825378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlEeoDc6brcIMTKFrW2adHwmgl51wO8tFxuaeRwEEFbhyYqd0M-pXC9o7IKVaMdbI_23DDS79bwVO1P2CjchA8XR81ISgeRvtoAjTdLlMx40Ma5lcflGHjm5gRgiHSB9GoW4lxLsWgo8s/s320/escape&frontyd+012.JPG" /></a><br /> Hahaha! The beans had a window open just a tiny, tiny bit. They saw me on the window sill, looking outside at these pretty flowers in my yard. Sometimes I see neighborhood kitties over here too. The beans called me down from the window and closed it even more. But then I did a magic trick! I jumped back up on the window sill. The Food Lady Bean was getting a drink of water and I just squeezed through the little opening and jumped down!!! Uh, it was a lot farther down than I thought. The Food Lady Bean ran outside and the Food Dude Bean ran to the door closest to me to let me in. First I tried to jump back up inside the house through the window. But it was very, very far and I could not leap that high. Then I cried for a few seconds and got scared. Then I went inside where the Food Dude Bean had opened the door. <br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpnyL1nEVYYP2Iaq1YhCxzRL6nI2tWpqKt14uLn9HF12R05D2z8HEOqCKVqC1E17hqdNoijJdmATl3Af6FLy1N_VAR6AzwIFERL6lNeBOLrryOZ-qD27EjrJx2JRjNAXRWYDLhnqDrW1A/s1600/escape&frontyd+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464224229225818114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpnyL1nEVYYP2Iaq1YhCxzRL6nI2tWpqKt14uLn9HF12R05D2z8HEOqCKVqC1E17hqdNoijJdmATl3Af6FLy1N_VAR6AzwIFERL6lNeBOLrryOZ-qD27EjrJx2JRjNAXRWYDLhnqDrW1A/s320/escape&frontyd+006.JPG" /></a><br /> Here I am contemplating my escape. I think I will stay inside for a while.<br /><div></div></div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-30619233631497962612010-04-01T21:09:00.000-07:002010-04-01T21:19:24.344-07:00Joyful Jackpot<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGlNm3wch6rhu2fa7OSOP_D7Z93JRRMpeY7L2wx0R-jBWq6Il_s-v3YhVkRuqpDsHNJPfH2vnWVyL22LaYli0eDFadrH0bOidEIczILft4wPNpjTBPMaeAyNfYGpFUnv8hHxLt0mpJmK8/s1600/Jackpot+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455388219063511618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGlNm3wch6rhu2fa7OSOP_D7Z93JRRMpeY7L2wx0R-jBWq6Il_s-v3YhVkRuqpDsHNJPfH2vnWVyL22LaYli0eDFadrH0bOidEIczILft4wPNpjTBPMaeAyNfYGpFUnv8hHxLt0mpJmK8/s320/Jackpot+002.JPG" /></a><br /> Do I look like a happy mancat?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2PwcG33AKNDmbSwH6f7VJA-UseTL7Jcel3JdjfI7cDFjBSGHhgotHgvTXSNbcaF4yNKUS2A2hqP1CRubO_RMCUv9CZR_QwO4TP9YaDtvR1Rh3XWlO02l2gzZBXZr9sLr8WN1xJRNAht79/s1600/Jackpot+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455388124543843042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2PwcG33AKNDmbSwH6f7VJA-UseTL7Jcel3JdjfI7cDFjBSGHhgotHgvTXSNbcaF4yNKUS2A2hqP1CRubO_RMCUv9CZR_QwO4TP9YaDtvR1Rh3XWlO02l2gzZBXZr9sLr8WN1xJRNAht79/s320/Jackpot+006.JPG" /></a> </div><div> Have you ever noticed my big mancat paws and claws? Aren't they pawsome?!!</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ73zEguIX1mw_pyuCygvUsiJzLwcaopqLz2kbe__f70bK1EYERHJRQbox0bnUsN73c4QJkXEsblfOWuhwDswt5U63qmjRssGWQuvkwYluCq4bBasurHKZuUxAxHsaBuPUer_hgOyxjkfC/s1600/Jackpot+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455388036298875266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ73zEguIX1mw_pyuCygvUsiJzLwcaopqLz2kbe__f70bK1EYERHJRQbox0bnUsN73c4QJkXEsblfOWuhwDswt5U63qmjRssGWQuvkwYluCq4bBasurHKZuUxAxHsaBuPUer_hgOyxjkfC/s320/Jackpot+010.JPG" /></a><br /> I love the feather toy. Sometimes the beans leave it hanging from a chair at night. Then, in the morning, they find it in a totally new place! I am Master of the feather toy.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241330903069161595.post-79492810078188709912010-03-25T17:41:00.001-07:002010-03-25T17:58:00.987-07:00I've Been Tagged!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCg6xPKk6mR-TIJTFhRN_uObyhRShG3sF5dvWP5sVJdhWuaX0piAWKuQEyUMaJgw6w05q4igiFmqReTdt6lT4p35qcUQM8QPxCxM_1iYFbtyu63pTDsOAg3wujhAKUccTstt-Thtc93e4v/s1600/JackpotStaring+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452736415617388546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCg6xPKk6mR-TIJTFhRN_uObyhRShG3sF5dvWP5sVJdhWuaX0piAWKuQEyUMaJgw6w05q4igiFmqReTdt6lT4p35qcUQM8QPxCxM_1iYFbtyu63pTDsOAg3wujhAKUccTstt-Thtc93e4v/s320/JackpotStaring+003.JPG" /></a><br /><div> I was tagged by MomBean <a href="http://jacquelinescathouse.blogspot.com/">Jacqueline and her kitties</a>, Calle, Halle, and Sukki! This is the first time I have ever been tagged, so I am very excited. This is the 10th picture tag game. I had to find the tenth picture that was ever taken of me. And I have to tell the story of this picture.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Since I just got to my forever home, it was easy to find this picture. It was taken on my cat tree on March 4, 2010. I had only lived in my new home for two weeks when this picture was taken. I was happy on my cat tree, but still a bit embarrassed about my surgery scars and missing tabby furs. And I think I was still a little bit worried about whether this was really my true forever home. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> I have a big, smiley face these days, and my fur is growing back. I'll show you all a picture this weekend. Thank you Jacqueline (what a pretty pic of you in Aruba!!), and Calle, Halle, and Sukki. What great new CB pals you have become!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I have to tag some other kitties for this game. They are:</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://miltonkitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/mine-play-house.html">Milton</a></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://mickeytheblackcat.blogspot.com/">Mickey, Tillie and Georgia</a> (good luck with this task, Mickey!!!)</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://theguidogazette.blogspot.com/">Guido, the Italian Kitty</a></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://brianshome-me.blogspot.com/">Brian's Home</a></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://a-cat-name-elin.blogspot.com/">Elin</a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Have fun, kitties!</div>Jackpot The Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547031478638875003noreply@blogger.com14