Hot Mancats of the Blogosphere: Dante

Kitties - we have our first Hot Mancat of the Blogosphere - Lacocoon Dante, known as Dante to his friends.  Dante has his own blog here.  His peeps is Wendy CCL, the Avatar Queen.  Although Dante has had his heart stolen by the lovely Sascha of Brian's Home, we ladycats can still admire him from afar and wish! 

Dante, your many ladycat fans want to know: 

What do you think is your most handsome mancat feature?   Efurryone tells me that I have a handsome face, but then peoples like my very floofy body, too – especially my mane.  And then some folks go gaga over my huge paws and my furrisome tocks.  So, I don’t really know.  I just has to go with what peoples comment about.  My mama says my face is the most handsomest she’s ever seen, but I never looks at myself so I has to take her words for it.

 

Describe your perfect ladycat.   Well, my sweetheart Sascha is the embodiment of my purrfect ladycat.  She is most booteous.  She has lotsa furs like me, but they are a lovely light shade of apurricot, and her belly is to die for; it is so floofalicious.  Sascha also has bootiful blue eyes that make me melt, and a little heart-shaped nose.  But most of all, she has a good heart and loves me just like I love her.  I like it that Sascha’s eyes light up efurry time she sees me and that she’s very cuddlesome.  Between the two of us, we are one big ball of fur, I tell you!  She also keeps me in line and licks me into shape when I needs it (purrsonal hygiene is very impawtant).  My purrfect ladycat is a purrfect life partner – and that is Sascha.

 What would be your idea of the perfect date?   My idea of a purrfect date is to has dinner with my sweetheart, so our tummies is full, and then go fur a nice long walk and find someplace purrivate where we can snuggle and talk until the sun comes up.   Sometimes we double or triple date with my furblings and their significant udders (no, I’m not calling them fat!) – like we will on Halloween when we go trick or treating, but the best times are when Sascha and I are alone together.

 

What is your best pickup line with the ladycats (used only before Sascha came along, of course!)?
I fancy myself a real gentlemancat so I don’t has a pickup line.   I also don’t has any putdown lines because I like to be respectful.   I prefur to be genuine and if that attracts a ladycat then that’s great.  It’s what I love about Sascha – she loves me for who I really yam and vice versa.  I had a girlfriend before Sascha, but I hardly ever got to see her and then we just lost touch.  Sometimes things just don’t work out.

What advice would you give to the ladycats out there who would like to snag a hot mancat like you?    My advice is to just be yourself and don’t put on airs  (like farting in public).   That can be kind of off-putting to some mancats (or any cat for that matter).  If you really has to do it, just excuse yourself first and go to the ladycat litterbox.   Don’t chase the mancat -- let him chase you.  Allow your feminine wiles to do their work.  Lifting your tail (without farting) will usually do the trick.

What advice would you give to all of the hot mancat wannabe’s out there?    Don’t be too aggressive or be a pest.  No ladycat wants a mancat who is too clingy (especially if he is clinging to her neck).    Stand proudly and have confidence in yourself.  There’s nothing hotter than a mancat who believes in himself.   Grooming is also very impawtant.  Make sure there’s no food stuck in your teeth or your fur because that can be a real turn-off (although it may come in handy as a late night snack).  A good brushing is essential. If you want to be a matinee-idol type, (ironically) you must first get rid of your mats.  No ladycat wants to run her claws through your furs and hit a snag.   Most of all, allow your purrsonality to shine because that will help you find your way when the going gets tough.  Besides, ladycats love a mancat with a glow about him.  High beams on, boys!

Oh, wow, a handsome mancat who is devoted to his ladycat and a gentleman!  What more can a ladycat ask for? 

Know someone who is a Hot Mancat of the Blogosphere?  Nominate them by sending an email to:  loca4gato at gmail dot com

Callie Talks About The Hot Mancats of the Blogosphere

Kitties - I have had a bad couple of weeks.  First, Old Lard Butt (you may know her by her formal name of Sassy) has been stealing my time on this blog!  She has posted practically EVERY day!  What about my fans?  This blog needs a little more Trouble! 

Next Old Lard Butt comes up with this idea of doing the "Hot Mancats of the Blogosphere" weekly post.  Now I thought this was a great idea and that naturally my brave and handsome Kozmo would be the first Hot Mancat featured.  But NO!  Sassy told me that my Sweet Ba-Boo could not be featured as it would look like she was playing favoritism!  WHAT!  WHAT!  This is an outrage!  I am going to hold my breath until this miscarriage of justice is corrected.  I am not going to breathe until my Sweet Ba-Boo appears as a Hot Mancat!!!!! 

Well unless People magazine wants to do a feature on me.......

Or I feel a song coming on.......

Or I need to eat........

Or I think up a really good insult to call Sassy......

Or I see a really pretty piece of bling-bling.......

Tune in tomorrow to read about the first Hot Mancat of the Blogosphere!

Monday Musings With Sassy: Stupid Human Questions

Kitties - Today's musings is actually not on a cat related subject, but rather something that happened to my Mommie.  She is old, really old and she has had many jobs.  Back a long, long time ago she worked at a hotel as a phone operator.  This was so long ago cell phones were not widely in use!  She used to get some of the stupidest questions asked of her and she always wanted to give a snarky answer but of course could not.  So in today's posting she is going to give you the answers that she wished she could have.  Sorry I am not musin' today, but it has gotten cold here in Dallas and frankly I would rather be snoozin' than musin'!

Caller:  Hmm, yes, are you still located at Coit and LBJ?
Me:  No, we got tired of the scenery and moved all 20 floors of the hotel down one block.  You can now find us at Coit and Forest!

Caller:  Room 412
Me:  That line is busy.
Caller:  Well, how much longer will he be on the phone?
Me:  Well, I going to give him just five more minutes then I am going to go to his room and make him hang up!  Try back in six minutes.....

Caller:  I need to speak to my husband in Room 930.
Me:  I am sorry that line is not answering.
Caller:  Well, just where is he?
Me:  Well according to the GPS we make ALL of our guests wear, he is currently in a bar off of Harry Hines trying to get himself a little something, something - if you know what I mean!

Caller:  Yes, I am in Room 1220.  Can I use the phone in the bathroom to call out?
Me:  Yes
Caller:  Will they know that I am in the bathroom?
Me:  Only if you yell out "Score!" at the wrong time!

Caller:  Can you tell me how to get to your hotel from the airport?
Me:  Sure, which airport are you flying into?
Caller:  Umm, I don't know.  Does it matter?
Me:  No not at all.  Just drive towards all of the big tall buildings, then drive around in circles for 5-6 hours.  You are bound to pass by us eventually!

Possible New Weekly Feature

Kitties - Mommie is thinking about doing a new neat feature.  If there is enough interest, it will be a weekly feature.  It is going to be called "The Hot Mancats of the Blogosphere!"  Each week one mancat will be given some questions to answer (Mommie got the idea from JFF's Mousebreath interviews).  Examples of possible questions would be:  What would your ideal ladycat be like?  What do you consider your most handsome feature?  Describe your perfect date, etc.  

If you would like to be a "Hot Mancat of the Blogosphere" contact Mommie at: 

 

loca4gato at gmail dot com

 

 

 

Sassy is very excited about this feature, in fact she already knows of a couple of hot mancats!

 



Wordless Wednesday: Pensive Sassy

Sassy's Monday Musings: Stupid Human Grooming Habits

Kitties - Today's musing is about stupid human grooming habits.  Namely the ones she forces on me!  Doesn't she know that I am a self-grooming animal?  Today apparently she was on a roll.  She did the following things to poor me:

Trim my fierce claws:  kitties, it was a terrible ordeal.  There I was peacefully laying on the couch dozing and dreaming about a certain mancat, when suddenly I was grabbed.  One human held me and the other grabbed at my paw and trimmed away my beautiful, long nails.  Doesn't she know how often I had to sharpen those beauties on the couch arm to get them so long? 

Brush my long silky furs:  Next, as I sat innocently in the middle of the living room floor, she pounces on me with a furminator.  Soon there was a pile of my special furs next to me.  She says she is doing this so than I will not get hairballs, I say she is collecting them to make something to cover her ugly while, bare skin. 

Cut off my pantaloon hair:  the final humilation for today was she trimmed my extra fluffy pantaloon furs.  She says that "we" must keep the furs "back there" short so that I do not carry around any "visitors" from the litter box.  I think that she is just jealous of my lovely pantaloons.   If she was really worried about this, she would let me use toilet paper for this problem!

What tortures does your human put you through? 

Friday Songs With Callie: Sexy and I Know It

Kitties - This week, Mommie read that the band LMFAO (Laughing My F***** A** Off) is going to break up to pursue individual projects.  This made Mommie sad because she really likes their sarcastic over the top style.  So for today's song, I am redoing their song "Sexy and I Know It", now by LMCAO (Laughing My Callie A** Off).  Are you ready to sing along?

Meow, Meow

When I walk on by,
boycats be looking like she’s so fly
I meow to the beat,
walking on the street in my new bling, meow
This is how I roll, spotted furs, bling outta control,
It's Callie (a.k.a. Trouble)
In the sunshine, you know I got the glow

Meow... Kitties look at those furs [x3]

Meow... I work out

Meow... Kitties look at that bling [x3]

Ah... I work out

Callie's Nap

Kitties, since Sassy got to post her nap picture, I insisted that Mommie post mine today.  Notice that MY furs are much more neat than Sassy's!

Just Chillin' and Relaxin'

Kitties - I was inspired by Spitty's post today showing him sleeping.  So I thought I would show you my just chillin' and relaxin' pose!

Friday Song: I Need a Hero

Kitties - During my recent catnapping horror, I comforted myself by singing a song about my Sweet Ba-Boo.  I think even the evil catnapper enjoyed it because everytime I started singing it he started crying and beating his head against the wall in time to the song!  I have had some kitties ask about this song.  Here it is just for my brave Kozmo, called "I Need A Hero", formerly by Bonnie Tyler, now made famous by me! 

Where have all the good cats gone

And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Brave Kozmo
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a black cat upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream
of what I need

I need Kozmo

I'm holding out for Kozmo 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta have a FBI badge
I need Kozmo
I'm holding out forKozmo 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

We Have Been Awarded!

Kitties - over the last couple of weeks, we have been honored with some awards.  They are as follows: 

From Nellie and my Sweet Ba-Boo, Kozmo we received the ONE SWEET BLOG award. 

Sassy says that even though this award came from my boycat friend, it must have been intended for her because there is nothing sweet about me.  Well, really....who knew that cats could have PMS!
We are supposed to give this award to five other bloggers.  This award has been making the rounds, so some of my blogs may have already received it, but here it goes: 

King Spitty - this is from Sassy - I still haven't forgotten the "furry floozy" comment!

Glogirly - because she really knows how to handle her bling!

Noir's Nook - because he is a fellow Texas cat and you know everything is bigger and better in Texas

Brian's Blog - because he helps so many cats get a home

Chey - because she is a kitty with a 'tude.


My next award is from brandi and it is the Wonderful Team Member Readership Award.

We are suppose to complete this sentence:  A good reader is "someone who actually gets my sense of humor.  So few do....."  This award has also been passed around a lot so I am just going to take the easy way out for this on and the next and say if you have not already received it, please feel free to award it to yourself!  You deserve it. 

Lastly, but definitely not least, we also received the Addictive Blog Award from Nerissa.  For this award, we are supposed to say why we blog.  Well....I think the world just needs a little Callie in their life! 

The Illegimate Grand-Cat of Elvis

Kitties - While Mommie was living it up in San Antonio (and I was suffering in a non-feng shui cage) she attended a street carnival.  At it there was a non-singing Elvis impersonator.  He was so bad, he was good!  See, Mommie has always had a soft spot for Elvis.  She was born and mostly grew up in Pontotoc, Mississippi - a town right outside of Tupelo, Mississippi, the birthplace of Elvis.  She even has some kinfolk who claim they knew Elvis growing up.  So, you know if only my Mommie's mom hadn't have that whole "be true to her wedding vows" thing, Mommie could have been the illegimate child of Elvis!  Which would make me the illegimate grand-cat of Elvis.  Can't you see a family resemblance?

Here is the video Mommie took of the Elvis impersonator.  She took it on her iphone, from a distance away so the quality is not great, but this guy is so funny even with bad audio and video he is enjoyable to watch!

 

Well, I Survived The Prison.....

Kitties - Callie here.  Well, Mommie finally decided to wander home and rescue me from my dank, dark rat-infested (and not in a good way!) prison.  (Mommie:  actually both of the kitties were in a very nice sunlight filled quiet cat room.)  Well, yeah, but it was not arranged according to Feng Shui principles so I suffered!

Yeah, she did call once to check on me, but I was too busy fighting off a prison gang of rogue dogs.  They have me backed into a check and was threating to give me a "Dawgs Rule" tatoo.  Only by bravely facing them down did I walk away without a tat. (Mommie:  actually, when I called, she was sleeping in her private cage, on a soft cat bed....)  Okay, I was sleeping, but the bed was not ergomonically supported, so I suffered!

I had to sleep with one eye open, as the people kept coming by poking me through the bars.  (Mommie:  First of all, her cage did not have "bars" and secondly, the only thing they gave her was extra treats and spoiling...)  But, they were not range free chicken treats....so I suffered!

Finally, the name of this place really confused me.  It was called Pappy's Pet Lodge.  But my birth Mommie told me all about my father.  He was the crown prince-cat of Alquiqonia.  He had to tragically leave my birth mother shortly after they met because evil terrorists were threatening his kingdom.   So obviously, this was not Pappy's Pet Lodge, I mean what would the crown prince-cat of Alquiqonia be doing running a pet boarding place in Texas?  (Mommie:  yeah, Callie, about the story that your birth mom told you about your papa.  Now that you are older, we should talk...)  What, have you heard from my Papa, is he coming to visit??

And what did the Mommie bring me back from San Antonio?  Nothing!  Yes, you read that right!  The cheapskate....

Livestrong 2012 Day - My Sister's Story

Kitties - the Mommie here.  I was not going to post while on vacation, but then realized what today was.  I certainly knew that October was Breast Cancer Awareness month, because you see my sister died from breast cancer four years ago.  Here is her story. 

My sister, Glenda, was a young mother of two children, ages 2 and 4 when she was diagnosed with breast cancer.  She was 32.  She had no symptoms.  Glenda had gone in to have her annual exam.  She knew there was a problem when after the doctor did the regular breast exam, he paused, did it again, then said, under his breath "oh, sh*t".  Within a week, Glenda had surgery to remove her breast. 

The rest of this story is about Glenda's fierce battle against cancer.  She survived that round, but over the next 15 years, had two other rounds with the big C.  After the last time, because of the large amount of chemo necessary, her heart was damaged.  She immediately went on the heart transplant list.  After a couple of years of failing health, Glenda was admitted to ICU and her family was called to say goodbye.  In an absolute miracle, a heart became available the next day and Glenda had a heart transplant.  While her health was still comprised (don't believe what you see on TV, one does not get up and go dancing immediately after a transplant!), Glenda was given two more years of life.  During this time, she got to see one of her children start college and another graduate from high school. 

Glenda fought a long and hard battle with cancer.  She lost a breast to it, fought out two more round with it, had a heart transplant because of it and eventually lost the battle.  Or at least that is the way it looks on paper.   But see, I don't see it that way.  Yes, cancer did in the long run cause her death - but she refused to let it take her away from her kids when they were toddlers.  She denied cancer victory when it struck again and again as the children were in elementary school.  She survived a heart transplant to see her kids graduate from high school.  Cancer may have taken my sister, but before it did my sister slapped it around some and made it follow her timetable.