TattleCat Zone

Man Cave Tour
Bundling Your TV and Phone Can Make Your Parents Happy
There’s a Ringing in my Ears
Happy Anniversary to Belle and Herman!!!
Raccoon Huck and Family
Protect Your Pets During Summer Heat
Jesse’s Butt Wound: The True Story
Jesse Survives 2 Nights in Jail
In Honor of Nerissa The Cat
Dori Gets A Taste of Spring

Man Cave Tour

TattleCat Chat LogoWell, it’s been another Wonderpurr week at my house, the place where I live. Although the weather has been sticky and stinky, I’ve been keeping cool in my Man Cave.

Actually, it’s my Dad’s man cave, but he lets me use it whenever I want cuz… I’m a man cat.

I was telling my Twitter pals @VanAlikes, @Catrepeneur and @CatmamatoniToni about my man cave and they wanted to see pictures. So, I thought I’d take you on a tour. Read More

Bundling Your TV and Phone Can Make Your Parents Happy

TattleCat Chat LogoWell, it’s been another Wonderpurr week at my house, the place where I live. It’s actually been a Su-purr Wonderpurr week because both my pawrents are happy at the same time.

That doesn’t happen often. So when it does, I celebrate.

What made them both happy at the same time?

A Hot Spot.

No, I’m not talking about an open sore on one of my fursibs’ back. They wouldn’t celebrate that.

I’m talking about this tiny white box that Mom sets next to her laptop, and when she turns it on, her laptop is able to “go on line” where she can research author stuff, and I can hang out with my pals on Twitter and Facebook. And we both can Blog.

I didn’t know what a Hot Spot was until I overheard Mom explain it to Dad who was growling like a hungry dog over the Cost of Living.

Since cats don’t do math, I have no idea what entails this Cost of Living, but apparently it enrages Dad. Mom says Dad is stuck back in the 90s when he used to pay the bills, but since Mom took it over, he has no idea what anything costs.

Where was I? Read More

There’s a Ringing in my Ears

TattleCat Chat LogoWell, it’s been another Wonderpurr week at my house, the place where I live. At least it was until my mom thought she needed a new ring on her paw phone. Not a ring like hoomons wear on their paws. The kind of ring that makes your ears go flat when someone wants to talk to your hoomon on their paw phone.

My Dad has an old fashioned ring on his phone. He says it sounds like way back when his grandma had a landline phone. I have no idea what he’s talking about. What’s a landline? I don’t really care to know. I don’t like his phone ring, but it’s better than the new one Mom is now using. It yowls. Like a cat.

In fact, to me it sounds like three or four cats, singing the song of our people.

I don’t like it. I have nine fur sibs and there is enough yowling in this house without complete stranger cats inside my Mom’s phone putting in their two cents.

Plus they’re mumbling, so I can’t understand what they’re meowing about. Maybe if I could understand them, I could get them to stop yowling and maybe mew…softly!

I really want to ask Mom why she uploaded the yowling cats on her phone instead of maybe…cows mooing, or ducks quacking… Or birds chirping. I probably would enjoy hearing birds chirp. In fact, I know I would. Read More

Happy Anniversary to Belle and Herman!!!

3rd Annipurrsary songHerman: Today Belle @Frankencat1 and I celebrate our third annipurrsary. Seems like only three years ago when @DanaPixie coordinated our Epic Wedding with a Cast of Thousands!

It was the biggest wedding the Anipal Wedding Planners ever had. In fact, I think our record still stands. Hey–we couldn’t leave out any of our bestest anipal furends! Right, honey?

Belle: Right. Even if it meant Miz Dana had to keep her computer running for three weeks straight to get our wedding photos made. Did you ever send her a check to cover her high electric bill?

Herman: I thought you sent it? So! What do you think of the annipurrsary song I wrote for you?

Belle: Sounds familiar. Like a Beatle song.

Herman: I hear that all the time. *pulls out a newspaper* Our wedding made the International Headlines in our town.

Belle: Yes. All the way to Canada! *pulls out their wedding album* You want to trip down Memory Lane with me and look at our photos?

Herman: Absolutely!


Dori: Hi Hwermie. Hi Belle! Whatcha doin’?

Herman: Today is our wedding annipurrsary. We are looking through our wedding album, reminiscing.

Dori: When when this?

Belle: Three years ago.

Dori: Why wasn’t I invited?

Herman: Because you weren’t born yet.

Dori: Hunh! If I was borned, would I have been invited?

Herman: Yes, of course.

Dori: Would I be in the wedding pawty?

Belle: Sure.

Dori: Would I be the bride?

Hermie: No, Belle is the bride.


Dori: How bout the groom?

Belle: No. Herman is the groom.


Dori: Hunh! Can I be da flower grrrl?

Herman: Okay. You can be a flower grrrl.

Dori: Can I pick out my flowers?

Herman: Belle picked them out.

Dori: But what if I don’t like them?

Belle: Yes, you could have picked out your flowers. *rolls eyes*

Dori: How bout my dwess?

Herman: Belle picked out—

Belle: Yes! She could have picked out her dress.

Dori: Could I invite my grrrl furends @Pixie_Tooth and @Fancy_girl05?

Herman: Sure.

Dori: How ’bout my new furend @ErinTheCat1?

Belle: Absolutely.

Dori: How ’bout @HRMeowness Wills — my Pwince Honeysmoochies?

Herman: Yes, Dori. You could have invited them all.

Dori: Oh boy! This is gonna be so much fun!

Herman: *exchanges looks with Belle* Dori, we got meowied three years ago. The wedding is over.

Dori: What? I missed it? How come I wasn’t invited? Yoo said I could be a flower grrrl! Yoo promised! I’m telling Mom! *runs off crying*


Belle: So happy she’s your sisfur and not mine.

Herman: I’ll take three of yours if you take Dori. Consider it a wedding annipurrsary pawsent.

Belle: Honey, you could offer to take all of my fursibs and I still wouldn’t take Dori. She’s a handful.

Herman: And then some. Let’s scamper down Memory Lane and look at our wedding album.

Furends, you’re welcome to join us. Just click on the mewspaper below and visit our Wedding of the Year, all made by the wonderpurr @DanaPixie.


Raccoon Huck and Family

IMG_9944Huck and Beck and their family enjoy a Father’s Day breakfast in my yard. Huck received extra peanuts from me. He’s an amazing raccoon.

Huck was born blind in one eye in 2011. His sister Helen was born both blind and deaf. She moved to a wildlife rescue sanctuary, but Huck remained with me. I was concerned about him, he was always skinny and an outsider among the other raccoons. Then he met Becky, and happily they had a family. Years later, Huck continues to bring Becky and his family to my yard. Yes, he’s spoiled. He likes to eat his breakfast on my porch in his own water-filled dish. Huck and his family love peanuts. In exchange for feeding them, they keep poisonous snakes out of my yard. Good trade!

Protect Your Pets During Summer Heat

TattleCat Chat LogoThe world is such an unfair place. It’s a bright sunshiny day in my yard, but I’m looking at it from inside my house. Something about Heat Index and Upper 90’s. No idea what that all means, but my pawrents are pretty firm about The Wonderpurr Gang not going outside.

In fact…here’s a shocker: Dad, who complains about how many cats Mom has, told her to bring Jesse and Nikolas inside until the heat lets up. They have a cat apartment in the garage, and they’re both panfurs, so Heat Index and Upper 90’s can hurt them pretty bad.

Mom would like all her furkids to be indoor cats, but Opie says “NO!” And if Opie says “NO!” Mom and Dad listen. Actually he’s been saying “NO!” all weekend, cuz he doesn’t like sharing his home with the garage cats…even though Nikolas is Dori’s daddy and Jesse is Peaches’ son and Jack’s brofur. So…Mom has been doing a lot of laundry this past weekend…stuff like bathroom rugs, laundry room rugs…had to trash a nice box she had on the floor in her office cuz Opie said “NO!” and Mom couldn’t make him understand why Jesse and Nik had to be indoors.

This morning Mom scrubbed out the litter boxes cuz they’re getting a lot of action. Frank asked if he could help. Mom always appreciates help, so she said yes. But instead of helping, Frank high-stepped it down the driveway to where the frogs hang out. However the water in that shallow ditch was empty of frogs…so he came back and flung himself onto the garage floor to cool off. Mom had the hose going, and it hissed, so Frank took off around the fence to the back yard where the raccoons hang out. Mom had no help and had to finish scrubbing the boxes by herself.

Back inside with fresh boxes and fresh litter than is supposed to kick Odor ass 24/7…Mom spied Frank by the back door wall, pacing. He wanted inside the house baaaad! And when he came inside and flung himself onto the kitchen tiled floor, Mom turned the floor fan on him to help him cool off…even though Frank didn’t help her clean the litter boxes like he promised.

During summertime when the livin’ ain’t easy…my mom will soak a sponge in cool water, and then soak down Jesse and Nikolas when they’re outside. Frank too, even though he’s a tabby and is inside more than outside these days. Even though they’re cats, Jesse and Nik both let Mom do this. It helps cool them down, at least for a while.

This is a Public Service Announcement: It’s fweakin’ HOT out there! Put down extra water bowls, both inside your house and outside in the yard where critters are thirsty too. At my house we have four plastic construction bins and one kiddie pool going at all times.

Fweakin Hot

And if you don’t want to make Robin Meade on Headline News talk about you…don’t be STOOPID and leave your furkids in the car. They don’t need to go bye-bye in this heat. They can wait for you at home where hopefully you have air conditioning.

Dori Robin Meade

For more information, click Keep Pets Safe in the Heat.

Do you have any tips on keeping your pets safe during this summertime heat? I’d love to hear from you.

Until next week…Stay Cool and Stay Alive!

Purrs! Herman!!!

Jesse’s Butt Wound: The True Story

Herman 1-ViewNXRemember back when my outside brofur, Jesse, got accidentally shut inside a neighbor’s garage for two days? It was pretty intense. The weather was hot and he didn’t have any water or food. Mom finally got a hold of the neighbors and they sprung Jesse after coming home late at night.

Mom and I thought that was the end of Jesse’s adventure…but it was just the beginning. Read More

Jesse Survives 2 Nights in Jail

Dori signedEven though my brofur Hwermie is the host of Tattle Cat Chat, I am better to write this report because… Because I’m Dori–that’s why! And also because my daddy, Nikolas, is kinda best furends with my Uncle Jesse: The Jail Bird.

Jesse is Peaches’ son and Jack’s brother, but he lives in the garage with my dad, Nikolas, because… Just because.

Actually Opie told Mom, “No more indoor cats,” to which our human Dad shouted, “Damn skippy! No more cats!” But Mom set up a super nice cat apartment in the garage with two cat trees, cushy comfortapurr chairs, blankets, heat lamps, toys, litter box, a kitchenette, and the freedom to explore the yard on sunny days, and stay in bed on rainy days.

Typically, Uncle Jesse is a homebuddy. He doesn’t roam. Period. As Dad leaves for work in the morning, he always says to Jesse, “Go outside and kiss a girl.” Jesse lost his true love, YumYum, a blue-eyed Siamese bombshell, at the same time my twin sisfur, Patsy, left home. They left together, and we are pretty sure they moved in with a neighbor who has a Siamese who escaped her home one day and made friends with Yum and Patsy.

Anyway, Uncle Jesse never got over Yum breaking his heart, and he says he’s now a comfirmed bachelor. So is my daddy, Nikolas, who had his heart broken when Patsy left without saying goodbye. Uncle Jesse and my daddy decided to bachelor it together, and that’s how their garage cat apartment came to be.

My daddy is a free spirit and loves to visit the neighbors, but Uncle Jesse is always in the garage or in the yard. He never leaves the property. So when he went missing, Mom immediately knew where he was.

On Tuesday our neighbor’s garage was open all day long. I guess someone was working in there, and forgot to close it. When Dad came home, he said he saw my daddy over there exploring. “He’s going to get closed inside,” I heard Dad tell Mom.

But it wasn’t my daddy who got trapped. It was Uncle Jesse.

I guess my daddy told Uncle Jesse how wonderpurr that garage was, and he just had to see for himself.

Mom didn’t figure out what happened until Wednesday morning when the neighbor’s garage door was closed, and only my daddy showed up for breakfast.  My daddy is very smart. He’s a black cat, and Mom says black cats are highly intelligent. He stood in the driveway, looking at the neighbor’s garage, and was yelling his head off. Mom told him she couldn’t open the door to let Jesse out. They would have to wait until the neighbor’s came home that night.

Nikolas bio


So my daddy sat under our car to wait. And he waited and waited and waited all day. But no neighbors.

Our neighbors have a hair salon and they are theatre actors too, so they keep late hours. Mom put a note on their door, and went to bed. But when they came home around 11:30, they didn’t open the door to let Uncle Jesse out!

Around midnight, Mom got up and wrote another note. As she hobbled (she’s got a bad foot right now) over the culvert and onto their driveway, she saw my daddy, Nikolas, lying on top of their car, and he was yelling at her to do something. She told him she wasn’t going to ring their doorbell this late. Jesse would be fine until morning. And then she put the second note on their front door, telling them to OPEN IT because she figured they had just peeked into the garage and didn’t see a cat. Jesse is shy and wouldn’t announce himself to strangers.

She then went back to bed, but didn’t sleep very well. Neither did I. I slept under her chin and she was really restless, which made it impossible for me to sleep. ^exhausted ears^

Jesse bio photo


The next morning we got up, and immediately went to the garage. My daddy was there, yelling at her, so she figured Jesse was still locked up. She opened the garage door… And there he was, hiding under our car! Yay!

Except he was pretty fweaked out, and was of the opinion that all garages are now scary, so he was staying put under our car. Mom brought him breakfast, and told him she was very happy he’d been sprung from jail. It took my human Dad taking the car to work, and Mom bribing Uncle Jesse into the garage with more breakfast, before he climbed into his favorite cat tree to sleep.

So Uncle Jesse is home and safe, and my daddy, Nikolas, is a hero and best furend for keeping watch over the scary garage, and Mom can stop worrying, and … maybe tonight I can get some sleep.

The End

*takes bow*


In Honor of Nerissa The Cat

Honoring the memory of Nerissa the Cat on his first Angelversary.

May the carpet of Primroses in heaven be as soft and fragrant as they were here on earth. And with every step you take, shower your loved ones with your own purrsonal sunshine. You are dearly missed, my friend.


Dori Gets A Taste of Spring

Herman 1-ViewNX

Well, it’s been another Wonderpurr weekend here at my house, the place where I live.

Dori had quite an adventure yesterday — Sunday — while we were on Yard Patrol.

She’s new at Yard Patrol. She’s been 100% indoor kitty since she was rescued from backyard in January 2013 with her Dad, Nikolas, and her mom and fursibs, all now adopted. She was only a baby when she was patrolling the woods, so she’s forgotten everything her pawrents showed her.

The fenced-in yard where I patrol is safe with high walls, trees, bushes, bamboo, flowery vines, a huge fountain, and a nice cool patio. When I go out, I take a spin around the perimeter to see if anything has changed, and then I settle under my favorite flowering vine for a nap.

It's a Wonderpurr Life

On Sunday my pawrents were chilling on the patio, while Frank climbed the fence to take a sentry position overlooking the backyard where the raccoons hang out. That left me to keep an eye on Dori. This would be maybe her sixth time in the yard, but the other times the weather was cooler and the bugs ‘n other creepy crawlies had not yet come out of hibernation.

She seemed like she was doing pretty good, wandering among the new bushes Dad put in, and exploring the gravel walkway, pawing a few stones.


She pounced!

I immediately knew what she had found. One of those tiny squishy jumpy toys that appear in my yard when the weather gets warm.

Now from experience I know these toys are better left alone. I’ve never played one with, but I’ve seen my other fursibs play and I’ve seen the outcome.

Before I could meow to warn Mom of what Dori had found, I saw Dori pick up her new toy and march happily across the yard. This was at the same time I heard Dad say, “Dori has a frog.”

Mom was immediately on her feet (foot since she’s still wearing the Scary Boot) and lumbered over to take the frog from Dori. See, its a firm and fast rule at my house: You can’t keep something you find until it gets Mom’s stamp of approval. And Mom rarely gives her stamp of approval, so we cats pretty much try to hide what we find.

Dori is new, so Dori didn’t know about hiding her tiny squish jumpy toy.

Mom didn’t have to worry about getting Dori to drop her toy, cuz a mere second later she had dropped it and was foaming at the mouth.

Buckets of foam poured from her mouth. And she was running like a rabbit all over the yard, with my pawrents trying to catch her–and *snickers behind paw* — failing miserably.

I felt bad about Dori having a bad taste in her mouth, but it was really funny watching Mom and Dad chase her.

Then Dad got the “brilliant” idea to open the door to the house so Dori could go inside. I later heard Mom telling her sister, “Makes total sense not to trap her in a tiny fenced yard, but rather let her inside a 3,000 square foot home so we can chase her up and down stairs, and from room to room, with Dori spewing foam with every step.”

I will now let Dori finish telling you the rest of her story:

Cry DoriDORI: *clears throat* Ahem!


I had a NEAR-DEAF experience!

I saw a bwight light at the end of a tunnel, and was walking toward it when my meowmy grabbed me, hauled me into the baffroom and shut the door.

Then she poured water into my mouf and made me spit over and over.

Then Daddy passed Mom a cup of milk. I shouldn’t have milk. Last week I licked the bottom of a cereal bowl and I frew up over and over. But the taste of da tiny squishy jumpy toy was so bad… Mom rubbed milk on my gums and I licked it. So she rubbed some more.

I had stopped foaming by then, but me and Mom waited in the baffroom to see if I would frow up from having milk on my gums.

“So,” Mom said while we were waiting. “What did we learn about playing with frogs?”

I hung my head. “Fwogs are da Devil’s food, and I’m an Angel, so I shouldn’t eated them.”

“Good enough.” She let me go downstairs and fed me kibbles and turkey lunch meat.

My pawrents watched me all day to make sure I was fine, and I was. So this morning I got to join Hwermie and Fwank on Yard Patrol.

I didn’t see any fwogs, but I’d alweady planned to ignore them if I did see one.

I may be only dis many *holds up 3 claws* but I’m no fool.

The End




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