True Name, Nicknames and Alias

My true given name: Jasper’s Winston Cup.
The mixture of it all came to being because my biological dad’s name is Jasper and then because my forever mom and dad love NASCAR and at the time it was the Winston Cup Series.

Nickname: Winston

Other Names that I hear to get my attention (alias):
Winston Cup
Butt Head
Fart Blossom (who me? Fart? I really tink it was dad)
Baby
Big Foot
Little One
Dumb Ass
Spikey (cuz of my short tail – I tink)

How my humans expect me to remember and respond to all these darn names is beyond me.

They are lucky when I respond to “Winston”, which I usually ignore.

What gets my attention the quickest? Hmmm let me see

#1 Dad laying down and on floor when he gets home from work and its after his dinner. He will yell “Winston, it’s time”. Then I know itz time for belly rubs. The long session.

After belly rub session, I like to rub back and forth in front of dad’s face and spike his nose wit my stubby tail.

#2 Mom opening a can of Tuna. Yeah its #TunaTuesday

Time to go eat

Introducing Winston and Nippers

Playing on my Kitty Kondo

ANOTHER COLOR CHANGE

BLOGGER didn't like me today.
Some of my colors changed mysteriously.
Tried to fix, couldn't get back completely to the original
Meeoowww Meeoowwww
Hsssss Hssss

Hilter, the Outside Sister Cat

This is my Outside Sister Cat Hitler (I type her name as Hilter) - her name is still under discussion. She orignally lived with other humans. The humans lived in my parents' rental house. Hitler is the name she has had for over 8 years, they gave her the name cuz of - well you can tell for yourself. When her first human parents left the rental house, they ask my mom and dad if Hilter could stay with us - my parents said yes and apparently we legally adopted her.

Mom and dad tried for a month to call her Charley (Charley Chaplin), she wouldn't come when called. So they went back to Hitler

Now since I have been twittering and blogging I keep typing her name as Hilter - maybe a good thought. Also one of my followers suggested Kitler. Another good thought.

But for me right now she is my Outside Sister Cat, the one with the mustache. I luv her no matter what mom and dad call her. She's mine.

Throw Rug - Mom vs. Winston

I have found this new game to play with mom.

We have been playing it every day for about a month.

I actually didn't know it would be so fun, but I get mom so frustrated I hope she will make me an outside kitty. No such luck yet though.

Hitting my litterbox everyday as soon as mom gets home is the key becuz she is in the laundry room which is where the inside garbage can and my litterbox are both kept.

I do my smelly business and then she does her daily cleaning of my messes. She goes outside the backdoor to throw away my mess bag. The backdoor exits out of the laundry room.

The game starts... I play with the throw rug. I scrape it with my foot, I lay on it, I try to roll around on it, then I try to hide my litterbox with it.

Its not a heavy throw rug, so it is easy to move all over the laundry room floor, and put into a pile when the mood fits me - which lately is everyday.

Mom comes back in and straightens the throw rug so it looks nice, and will be o.k. when dad comes in from work to wipe his feet.

She goes and changes her clothes. While she is doing that I continue to play the Throw Rug game and try to hide my litterbox again.

This time the throw rug makes it into the litterbox. Mom can hear mom - she peeks around the corner. I run run run run fast fast fast fast hide hide hide

Mom starts to straighten the rug again, my turn to peek around the corner. She looks at me out of the corner of her eye, but I pretend I don't see her do it.

I have to tell you mom keeps my litterbox very clean and fresh - so this game is not cuz I am trying to tell her "things stink". It's just my new game. I love the throw rug.

She has even tried to put the heavier throw rug in that area, but my paws are so powerful that I can move it too. Its just that if I play the game while mom and dad are at work there is no one home to get the rug out of my litterbox. I can kinda get the light one out of the litterbox by myself. I got big feet and iz smart.

We play this game all night. One night I heard mom tell dad that yesterday she had counted, she straightened the rug 15 times. That sounds like alot of times.

If it is alot of times it must be cuz I am having fun. Also as fun as batting my mice around.

I wonder how fun Duckie will be. Did I tell you mom ordered me a Duckie, so I can be part of the Duckie Club? I am soooo excited.

DUCKIE DUCKIE DUCKIE

Until duckie arrives in the UPS box, I will have to keep playing my Throw Rug game with mom.

Positive Side of the Weekend

Outlaws R Gone. Meeeeoooooowwwwwzzzzzzaaaaaaaa

Human Cuzins R Gone (children all under 8); they r way too busy for an old cat like me. I do not, and I repeat DO NOT like to be chased. Grrrrrrr

Hilter loves the kids, so she was designated babysitter.

No one stayed overnight at our house, so they didn’t mess my bed up. Cat hair is still in place.

Grandma-Outlaw brought lunch - which is good cuz people would have starved without it, mom only made sweet and sour meatballs, frozen kind from sam's club. She said no work needed for people that don't appreciate life.

Mom did contribute paper plates, paper towels, and plastic wear. Just so the outlaws wouldn’t go in her house and use her good dishes (and bother me in the process).

Grandma-Outlaw left good leftovers - only cuz she didn’t want to take them home and her daughter didn’t want them all.

Drama is over - grandma and grandpa continuously complain about the rest of the family, yet when they show up they are as sweet as sugar to them. Grrrrrrr - What does mom call that? Hmmm 2-faced.

I want to call them scar face - *HEADBUTTS*

Mom and dad wonder what they say about them? Must not be really bad, cuz they keep coming back. (That is a negative thing they say – should be on a different list cuz it's not a positive thing).

I get puter time again. Mom locks the puter room when company is there. She has caught the outlaws on the computer in the past.

Mom and Dad are back in good moods. **Purrrsss and nosetaps**

Baby The Racoon

Me and My Big Fat Foot

Big Fat Foot

OUTLAWS, IN-LAWS, WHOSE LAWS?

The Outlaws (that’s what mom calls dad’s family) are coming this weekend. They live 5 hours away and they don’t give much notice when they come to visit. We just found out that they will be here Friday nite. Hssssss Hssssss

Mom calls them control freaks, dad tells her just to ignore them.

They are planning a birthday party for my dad’s 40 year old brother (he lives over east – 5 hours away too). Yet the party is at our house. Nobody asked mom or dad if it was o.k. Mom and Dad are very bitter. Sounds like 50 people will be here. I am going to hide under the bed in the backroom, my room. Sometimes mom tells me I might have to share my room, then I move to mom and dad’s room.

Lots of places to hide there from the evil children.

Sometimes they stay at our house, sometimes they stay at the human kondo (Hotel); that is what is preferred by mom and dad.

When they come they take over. Mom tries to stay away. Dad gets drunk so he doesn’t have to deal with them.

They raise terror at our house.

They don't believe in watching TV; they turn the TV off, mom turns it back on out of spite.

I have tried to bite grandma human. She stays outside most of the time. She don’t trust me anymore.

Now if I could only get the rest of the family to stay away.

Biting them is the solution.

Hsss Hsss

Growlllll Growwlll

Pounce

Bite

Oh blood, oh gosh I am so sorry

WINSTON'S LAW

Cat Litter aka AssFault

Sorry I haven’t visited my blog in a couple of days

Mom hasn’t been feeling good, so we haven’t spent much time at the puter

Mostly cuddling, lots of belly rubs for me

Dad’s a dump truck driver, he usually works 4 daze a week, gone a long time those 4 days though

I miss him

He has been laying on the floor with me when he gets home, I love playtime with dad.

Yesterday he worked but he spent most of the day bringing lots of cat litter to our house with his huge dump truck. I didn’t know they made cars or trucks so big.

By the way Mom said to tell you that it was not cat litter, but actually recycled assfault (don’t tell her but I am going to call it cat litter anyway). The cat litter/assfault is 4 our driveway and parking areas. We have lots of play space, dad said it’s almost an acre. Dad was telling mom 10 truck and trailer loads came into our driveway alone.

My neighbor doggies Diesel (Rottweiler/Black Lab mix), Sammy (Long-haird German Sheppard), and Mercedes (Westie Terrior) also got cat litter/assfault in their driveway (dad shared). I don’t understand why they got cat litter cuz they don’t have any cats at their house only dogs.

Another neighbor doggie Chewy (Australian Heeler) got cat litter 2. No cats at that house either. I think dad is very confused.

I watched out the window as all the doggies rolled and rolled in the cat litter. It looked like they were having a party and they thought the cat litter/assfault was for them.

All my neighborhood kitty friends then came last nite and was checking out the piles at our house. They didn’t come to the door or the window to play with me like normal, they just played on the big piles of cat litter/assfault. Even the raccoons sat on the piles for awhile.

2 me assfault sounds like there should be a deformity in a critters butt, not something that goes in the driveway, but that is only a cat’s opinion.

Plant Delivery

Man in the Big Brown Truck came to the house yesterday and brought us a big brown box. I waited and waited for one of my humans to come home.

Sleep and Wait, Sleep and Wait

I’m awake now

Time to eat

Time to drink

Where’s my ice water, the water is there but the ice is gone –
it was there tis morning – where did it go? I didn’t eat it.

Take a nap, stretch, chase the fly – bug patrol that is MY job.

I hear gravel moving; Mom is home! Mom is home!

Hurry Mom we got a present, you have to open the present. Is it Santa time? Can’t be it's way tooo hot outside.

Mom brought the box into the house and got out the knife to open the box.

I got excited cuz the box had lots of those white peanuts in it. I love playing with them and batting them across the floor, but once I start trying to chew on them mom takes them away cuz she is afraid I will get sick. Meow Hssss

Once she got the peanuts out and into the garbage I noticed that there were green leaves in the box. Hmmmm Lettuce? Catnip? Whatever could it be?

Meow Meow – Let me in the box, I wanna see, get outta my way I WANNA see.

Lilacs. 3 of them

Rose of Sharon (human grandma’s name is Sharon). Is it Grandma’s Rose? No – our rose for our garden. There are 3 of those too.

Hydrangea, mom says its fluffy flowder balls can be 12inches diameter. She says it will be huge for a flowder. Is 12 inches bigger than one of my front footz? Cuz they are huge.

Butterfly Bush. Mom says it will attract Budderflies for me to watch, but I can’t play with them. They are delicate. Kinda like the birds in the birdfeeder. The Blue Jays and Crows don't look delicate. I love the finches, they look soft and happy.

So what is in the box for me to eat? "Nothing" get down off the counter? They'r not yours.

Meeeooowww Hssssssss

Mom took all the plants outside and watered them with the sprinkler, dad is planting them today. No greenery for me this time.

I really need to order some catnip, then my name will be on the box. It will be delivered to me.

The man in the Big Brown Truck will say "PLANT DELIVERY FOR WINSTON"

PHOTO SHOOT

Camera is out

Mom’s checking its batteries and memory chip

I am so excited I can’t sit still

Purrrr Purrr Purrr (oh that’s right Pixie Bob’s don’t purr – It’s the Bob Cat trait)
So I pretend to purr, wrap myself around mom’s ankles

Run Run Run

Have to get rid of the extra sheddy hair I have

Rub Rub Rub

Now my hair is all over the edges of the sofa, mom will have to groom that later

It’s WINSTON TIME

Mom’s trying to take pictures, but I can’t be still I still too excited!!!!

She is giving me my commands

Sit – no I can’t do that now

Down – no I don’t want to do that either

She is on the ground at my level, laying on her belly - *Nosetaps* to the camera

Bad pic - all you see is my nose and its blurry

Do I want belly rubs? Heck yes I want belly rubs, but you have to put down the camera

Nope, she’s getting up off the floor
She’s taking the camera outside
She’s taking pictures of Hitler (my outside sister cat)

NO… It’s Not Hitler Time, It’s Winston Time. Come back inside with me.

Hitler poses good for mom, she lays down and gives mom a photo shoot of her belly, then of her long beautiful black tail, then she smiles so mom can get a picture of her mustache (her name sake).

Mom comes back inside, it’s my turn, it’s my turn.
Ankle rubs, oh no I almost made mom fall

Mom’s grumble about no cooperation, the camera is going back in the bag

Photo Shoot is over and I had no good takes
I thought the Butt shots were great, but mom just growled at me

Blog photos will have to wait until another day

Photos Please

Dear Mom

Hey Mom - r you reading my blog?

Its layout is boring, i need photos.

photos of Baby the raccoon

photos of Hilter the outside sister cat

photos of Haley the neighbor cat

photos of our bird friends and their huge bird feeders

and most of all more photos of me and my big feet. I need to show how big my feet really r.

Quit watching CSI, CSI Miami, CSI New York, and all the zillion Law and Orders. They are all reruns now - you won't miss nothin

PHOTOS PHOTOS PHOTOS - get out the camera please

I'll even pose, well maybe i'll pose.

Pizza Pan Treat

IAMs dry cat food and tuna that's all i ever eat; IAMs dry cat food and tuna that's all i ever want

I have become more curious in my older years

I search the food bags as they come in from the store, i love to play with the bags but mom is afraid I am going to strangle myself

sniff sniff oh the smells are soooooo good

Bananas intrigue me;
pears, well i can't get them in my mouth;
grapes i steal and then play wit for hours on end,
they r better than kitty toys and ice cubes
at least until mom steps on them - yikes run away, fast

In the summer i luv corn on the cob - i luv the husk;
it makes me puke, but i love it anyway.
When mom is cleaning the corn and the husk falls on the floor i take it and run,
run like the wind, but mom finds me when i puke.

Lately I found something new and it wasn't in the food bag; it was on the counter top. It came out of the oven with a food frisbee on it.

Sniff Sniff Sniff

Mom and dad had dinner and then went for a walk. I decided it was time for some countertop detective work.

Sniff Sniff Sniff

Oh the pan is warm, just a little not alot.

Sniff Sniff Sniff - oh it smells wonderful, but its not tuna

Little lick, faster licks, ohhhhh yummy.

Door opens, I look up. Hi Mom

"What are you doing licking the pizza pan?"

Stupid kitty look. More please.

No Sleep for Mom

Mom turned off TV at 9 p.m. I followed her to her sleeping spot.

I sang to her MEOW MEOW MEOW

She petted my head while I stood along side her sleeping spot.

MEOW MEOW MEOW

Oh she got up. She is getting me fresh "Ice Water"

"O.K." she says, "It's time for bed". She goes back to her sleeping spot.

MEOW MEOW MEOW

She rubs my head some more, and then rubs my belly - while I am standing up.

MEOW MEOW MEOW

Oh my, she got up again. She checked my food dish, it was full. Apparently I am not hungry. She went to the front window. No Raccoon, No Possum, No Skunk, No neighorhood cats, not even my outsided sister cat. Hmmm She can't figure out what I am saying and she goes back to her sleeping spot.

MEOW MEOW MEOW
MEOW MEOW MEOWWWWWWW

O.K. she is up again. Dad continues to make his funny noises so I'm not bothering him at all. She asks me what is wrong. She follows me this time. I go to my room where the spare sleeping spot is. This is where she or dad sleep when they don't feel good and I have to human sit.

I jump up onto the sleeping spot and look at mom.

"No" she says. "I'm not sleeping back here tonight"

baby tiny mew

"No. It's time for bed, you have been pestering me over an hour and I need sleep." She picked me up and put me in my kondo.

She headed towards her sleeping spot. I waited until she was still.

MEOOOOWWWW MEOWWWWW MEOOWWWWW

I think I am in trouble

CHANGING COLORS

Rearranging everything at home is often an everyday occurrence. I like things on the floor better than on the countertops. They are easier for me to reach and play with.

Therefore, I am rearranging my blog, or at least changing colors.

Mom loves blue and I am trying to stay on her good side today, hoping she might like my blog when she checks on what I have been up to.

I knocked her water glass off her sidetable while she was sleeping last night. When she woke up this morning she stepped in a water puddle. I tried to drink it up, but it was just too much water.

Mom was not very happy this morning, she left without giving me tuna, all I got was dried kibbles.

Bad Winston.

DOORKNOBS

Let me tell you how tall I am. I am very tall.

Mom tries to tell me I am very long, not tall. We have this disagreement often. Meooowww Hssssss

She measures when I am on all four feetz; I meazure when I am on my back 2 feetz. I measure how tall I am by reaching doorknobs.

I don’t like closed doors, I don’t know why I don’t like them clozed, I just don’t.

In our old house before we moved only the front door and the back door had locks, none of the doors inside the house had locks. The bathroom door DID NOT have a lock. I learned when I got to my full height (or length as mom says) at about 3 years old how to open the doors by pawing the doorknobs.

Devil kitty smile…

Mom and Dad got used to me opening up the bathroom door during their shower time or their litter box time. They would just ignore me.

Now when company came to visit they weren’t alwayz real happy with me. I hate human company, I only like critter companiez. I would hide in the house until the company went to use the human litterbox and then I’d open the door and run away. Meow Hssss

In the new house the bathroom doors have locks. I do not like them, when mom wants private time she locks the door. When she takes a bath a nite though she leaves it unlocked in case I want to come in and have a sauna. I love saunas in the winter.

I can still open the doors without locks so mom and dad usually just leave the doors open. Sometimes they close them all to see how long it takes me to go around the house and open them.

I even have a new trick, closet doors. At the old house the closet doors had doorknobs and opened like a normal door. In the new house the doors are on sliders. I have to work a little to open those. Paw Paw Paw.

I like the one with doorknobs better.

Kool Daze

I am sooo excited that it has cooled off. It seems like the sun has been soooo hot for soooo long lately. Hssss. Yesterday it sprinkled from the skyz.

Mom lets me snuggle for longer periods of time now and my belly rubs are back to being as long as I want them.

Last night I was even able to sneak into the pile of clean hot towels that had just came out of the dryer. Mom had to answer the fone and I snuck into the very bottom of the cloz pile, I laid there real quiet. Oh it was sooo warm, it felt soo good.

Mom came back to fold the cloz and I came out and pounced at her. meoowwww teee heee meows.

She tossed one of the rag towels at me and we played and played. I even scrunched at her like I was going to attack, she wasn't afraid she just tossed the towel at me again. I grabbed the towel in my teef and ran wit it. Then my big feetz got in the way and I tripped and went rolling with the towel. I felt like I was a young kit again. Meowwww

I brought her my toy wit the jingle bell on it, I love tat sound, we played with that toy too.

It is so nice to be back to Kool Daze, playing wit mom and dad all nite witout overheating is great.

I hope the hot sun stays awayz for awhile.

TOOO QUIET

Dad had to go out-of-town last night for work so it was just mom and me.

When it was time for bed, mom shut all the windows in the house, she said there are bad things going on in the area and she wanted us safe. I’m soooo glad she looks out for us.

Oh boy did it get hot… like a sauna. I didn’t even sleep with mom I tried to sleep by the front door on the cool plastic floor.

I didn’t get to talk to my neighborhood kitty friends, raccoons, possums, skunks or anybody. We had to use hand signs to talk to each other. That “WAS NOT” easy. I think I need an EASY BUTTON, they talk about them on TV.

The raccoons must have been hungry, they ran out of food fast. They asked for more but I couldn’t get mom to get up to let her know the raccoon friends were still hungry.

She just kept saying “Winston quiet”, Winston Quiet”.

She got louder but she wanted me to be quiet. I don’t understand.

The raccoons left, the possums came and they left too, they must have all told the skunks cuz they didn’t even bother to show up. The birds had all gone to bed, must have been too hot for them too.

No party at my house last night.

SURVIVING THE HEAT

HOT HOT HOT… This heat has to stop.

I am drinking lots and lots of water to keep my tongue full of the licky wet stuff. Taking baths is hard, all my hair sticks to my tongue.

I try to cuddle up to mom for a belly rub, then all my hair sticks to her or comes off in her hand. She throws my extra hair away, I think she needs to donate it to the “Bald Kitty Fund”

Have you seen those bald kitties? They have NO hair. Don’t they get cold when the white stuff falls from the sky around the time Santa comes? They must almost have to live under mom and dad’s bed covers. Burrr I would be very COLD.

But thinking about being BALD, it would be great right about now – it would feel sooooo good.

Mom tried to put a cool very wet cloth on me. I don’t like water that much, just a little to help the hair do. I ran away from her and then came back and sniffed the cloth when she wasn’t looking. It felt good on my nose.

Mom and Dad brought home more of those things that blow air. They are all over the house now.

This must be how birds learn to fly. Their mom’s and dad’s bring home air machines and let them practice. I know I will be able to take flight at any moment.

I need a nap, I will stay far enough away from the air machine that it won’t blow up my ears. Just far enough away that it lightly blows my fir.

zzzzzzz

Dad is sleeping in my bed

It has been very hot in the Seattle area, that is what the man on the TV thing says.

It must be true Mom and Dad have every window in the house open, and Dad has moved to my room to sleep at night. He brought this big huge noisy thing into my room that blows air all around. Mom says its too noisy and she can't sleep with it buzzing at her all night. So now I got to share my room. What is up with that?

I feel like the air chases me, I try to swat at the air to get it out of my whiskers. When I look out the window to see the racoons going up and down the tree the air blows right up my short stubby tail. How rude!!

Then of all things dad talks to me all night, when I try to answer or go up for cuddles he just coughs and sneezes and snorts and makes all kind of weird sounds, I wonder how mom sleeps with all the weird noises that come out of dad all night long. It seems like it would be easier to sleep with the loud air blowy thing.

Mom and dad just left for work, the house is quiet, now I get to sleep.

Skunk Skunk Baby

Laying by the screen door has become a habit lately. It is sooo hot in the house, and a nice breeze comes through the door.

Last nite a new friend came onto the porch last night, he is white and black. At first I thought it was my outside sister cat Hilter. She is black and white, white face with a black mustache. We rescued her when the neighbors moved, they left her for us. She luvs us lots and we luv her back but she sheds lots of white hair and mom has navy blue furniture, so she is an outside cat.

Don't worry mom and dad don't let her get lonely, they play with her outside alot, she follows them around like she is one of the puppy characters that make a strange barking sound.

oh darn... I am getting off my subject again.

Strange new creature on the back porch was not my sister cat. He did not make any noises, just drank from the water bowl. He must have been awful thirsty cuz he drank and drank and drank some more.

Mom looks scared, she told me if I got sprayed I would become an outside cat. I am not sure what it meant but I wanted to get sprayed bad.

He came up to the screen and gave me *nosetaps* then walked down the stairs and into the dark.

I thought he was beautiful with his big fluffy tail and grand stripe down his back.

I hope he comes back tonite I would luv to get to know him better.