my magical sister that isTess

I was sitting in the dining room the other day when I heard a noise at the door.  It's called a pocket door.  I'm not really sure why.  It doesn't have any pockets...  I've checked.  Sniffed the whole thing from bottom to top...  well...  as far up as I can reach...  and on both sides.  Not a pocket in sight.  Anywho...

There I am, sitting in the dining room when I hear a noise.  The so-called pocket door was mostly closed but there was a teeny-tiny opening...  maybe three inches.  Not much of an opening, if you ask me.  I noticed a fawn coloured paw coming in through the opening of the door.  And then another.  Then a nose.  It was my sister Mason.  That's as far as she got.  The rest of her didn't fit.  She waited for a minute or so but when no one got up to open the door any further, she gave up and went back into the kitchen.   Probably for a snack or something.

A little while later, I heard another noise at the door.  I thought to myself, "that Mason is back.  If she didn't fit before having the snack, she sure as mouses isn't gonna fit afterwards."  But I was wrong.  Yes, it happens...  not often but occasionally - VERY occasionally - I am sometimes wrong.  Anywho...

It was my sister Tess.  First I saw a nose, then whiskers and then a whole head!  Then, like magic, she came right through the door.  Yes, right through that teeny-tiny, little itty-bitty-witty, three-inch opening.  I could hardly believe my eyes!  If I hadn't see it for myself, I wouldn't have believed it at all.  How she got through that opening is beyond me.  Like I said, I think she uses magic.  She must 'cause...  well...  how else could you explain it?

Tess isn't a big girl...  but she's not teeny-tiny either.  Not like the teeny-tiny opening through which she passed.  I realise that her long hair makes her look bigger than she really is but still...  she's just not that small!  For the life of me, I don't understand the magic trick at all.

I'm gonna ask Tess if she'll teach me this trick.  We could take this show on the road.  Tess with her magic and me with my cuteness.  Oh, what a show it would be.  And we could bring along a peep or two.  I understand that staff is usually required for the backstage stuff.  So, if you happen to see my name up in lights, start preparing yourself for the best, most magical show in the world.  Shhh...  the house lights have dropped...  the curtain is opening...  the show is about to begin.

I was only trying to help...

So, it's early one morning and peep #1 decides it's time to play.

Firstly, she brings out rolls of cello wrap.  I know from experience that this is great stuff for playing.  Once you start the roll rolling, it just keeps on going.  Right until the whole thing is unrolled.  And, if you can get yourself in and underneath the cello, it makes a great tent-like hiding spot.  Well, actually, you're not really hidden 'cause the cello is transparent but you feel like you're hidden and that's what counts.

For some reason, the peep wanted to play with the cello all by herself.  Kind of selfish, if you ask me.  She didn't even wriggle underneath it.  What a waste of good cello.  Instead, she used it to wrap up that knitted cat (see my last post) and then she used even more to wrap up a basket filled with non-edible food.  Well, I guess peeps might consider it to be edible but I checked it out and it was decidedly lacking in good stuff like cat food and treats.  Like I said, non-edible.

Well let me tell you, that whole cello thing was a big disappointment but things started to look up when she brought out the curly ribbon.  The peep unwound long strands of the stuff.  I thought to myself, I had better help her with this.  It was obvious to me the peep didn't understand the principles of cello play.  She was going to need instructions regarding the ribbon.

When she started to curl the ribbon with scissors, I offered to do it for her.  I was pretty sure that between my claws and teeth I could get a good curl going.  So, I grabbed onto the ribbon.  Instead of a thank you, I got a stern, "Nissy!"  Could you believe it?  Then, to add insult to injury, she turned away from me, taking the curly ribbon with her.  Yeah, I was pretty shocked at the rudeness, myself.  So I jumped down from the dining room table and climbed up onto a nearby kitty condo...  so that I could once again reach the ribbon.  This time, I got hold of it between my teeth.  Again with the "Nissy!"  I mean, really!!!  Who does she think she is?  Then she turned away again, to face the table.  So I hopped back up onto the table.  Let me tell you, this is NOT how one plays with curly ribbon.  This continued for a good five minutes or so before Tess & Seville showed up.  I guess they figured I needed some help teaching the peep.

At this point, the peep unceremoniously dumped all three of us off the table and onto the floor.  That peep has a lot of nerve.  So I, never one to give up, took a running leap onto the table.  I got a good hold of the tablecloth but unfortunately, the tablecloth didn't have a good hold of the table.  My rear end was hanging off the end and, slowly but surely, the tablecloth began to slip, taking me with it.  That was a little embarrassing, I must admit.

Eventually, the peep got all the ribbon curled and attached it to the two cello wrapped things.  Oh, what a waste of good curly ribbon.

I heard a few growls issue forth from the peep.  Let me tell you, I had one grumpy peep on my paws.  Finally, she headed out the door taking the things and the growls with her.  She had better cheer up a bit before she starts selling tickets on that basket and knitted cat.  How the heck does she expect to sell tickety-bicketies with a grumpy ol' face like that?  If only she'd learn to play more and get better at it.  Lack of play is at the root of all this grumpiness.  I'm sure of it.  You don't see me being such a sourpuss.  Do you?

and I said, "whaaaaa?"

I had been hearing the peeps talk about this raffle thing they were organising for the Valley Waag Animal Shelter.  Day in, day out...  it's all they were talking about.  I was getting kind of tired hearing about it, to be honest.  I was starting to just tune them right out...  but then, I heard something of which I really did not like the sound.  It sounded really, really bad.  Evil, one might say.

Peep #1 said she was gonna raffle off a cat.  I thought to myself, "how can this be?"  The peep is gonna get rid of one of us?  She's going to let one of us go?  To someone else?  Oh, the horror!  I couldn't believe my ears.  And you know I've got those cute, adorable, very sensitive ears.  They've never failed me before.  At least, never with anything as serious as this.

I knew I heard what I heard but I just couldn't fathom it.  It didn't sound like a thing the peeps would do.  It didn't make any sense.  And yet...

I kept a low profile for a few days.  Didn't want to be the one on the chopping block.  Didn't want the peeps to choose me to be in the raffle.  It`s not that I wanted any of my brothers or sisters to go either.  I just really didn't want it to be me.  I was hoping that because I've become so famous with my blog and everything that the peeps would keep me.  I had all four paws crossed...  which is pretty difficult to do without falling down, let me tell you.

So, a couple of days later, I made an appearance in the family room.  I went over to peep #1 sitting on the couch, watching the television.  I noticed that she was working on some knitting and I thought to myself, "darn!  I've missed out on all the fun with the yarn."  And then I thought, "maybe that's for the best 'cause she might still be figuring out which one of us she's giving away."  Then I took a closer look.  She was just finishing up her little masterpiece.  And that's when I saw it.  And when I did, my heart burst with song.  With the song of pure joy...  and purrs, of course.  I purred and purred and purred.  Jumped right up onto the couch and rubbed the top of my head under the peep's chin and everything.

The peep had knitted a cat!  That's right, a knitted cat!!!  Of course, this was the cat to go into the raffle.  This was the cat they were giving away.  It wasn't going to be me or any of my family.  It was going to be this knitted cat.  All of a sudden, everything made sense.  All was right in the world once more.  My ears had not let me down...  and neither had the peeps.  Oh, glory be!

I should have known.  Really, I've got two pretty good peeps...  most of the time.  They would never have given any of us away.  That would have broken their hearts.  Yeah for the peeps!

The pattern for the knitted cat was created by this really neat designer from the UK.  Alan Dart is his name.  Apparently, knitting is his game.  And speaking of games, I really should have helped the peep play with the yarn.  She did pretty well but...  well...  you know...  I probably could have done better.  Yeah, I'm pretty sure that I could.

my whomping big milestone

Way back in the olden days - it was two months ago now - I remember...  I remember being so very excited to reach my then goal of one hundred pageviews of my blog.  One hundred!  WOW!  The triple digits!  Back in those days, I could hardly believe that a hundred cats and their peeps had looked at my blog.  Let me tell you, it was a real thrill.  I'm being totally serious here.  Never, in all my life, did I ever think that I would even have a blog...  never mind know cats who were willing to read it.

Well my friends, I've hit a new milestone.  It happened last week.  This is really exciting.  I've left the triple digits and am now...  that's right....  in the quadruple digits!  I feel like I'm Kurt Browning and just landed my first quad at the Olympics.  Oh, the feelings cursing through my veins.  The excitement!  I'm so lovin' it!!!

And not only have I had over one thousand pageviews of my blog, but other exciting things have happened, too.  I won an award.  That's right...  an award!  It was given to me by my good friend Mario.  Oh, he's great, isn't he?  And I was interviewed by Herman.  That was fun!  And Herman's mom interviewed the peep.  I'm not quite sure why she wanted to interview the peep though.  I mean, she isn't all that interesting.   That's why I'm the one with the blog.  Oh, and I even played a game of tag 'cause I got tagged by Caren & Cody.  That was fun, too.

You know, many of the cats and their peeps who read Nerissa's Life are from countries other than Canada.  Some are from countries I've never even heard of before.  This is kind of expected as I've lived here in Meadowvale my whole, entire life.  I've only ever been to one other place...  the doctor's office and hospital...  and that's in Canada, too.  Just like Meadowvale.

Peep #1 knows about these countries - or so she says - but there were a couple she couldn't find on a map.  Hmmm...  I told her to Google them.  She did and now we both know.  I've learned a lot since I started my blog last November.  Like where those countries are.

So what are my plans for the future, you ask?  Well, what do you call five digits worth of pageviews?  I don't know.  Neither does the peep.  But that's where I'm headed.  Ooohhhh...  it's so exciting...  I just can't wait!

easy peasy

A few weeks ago now, my brother Seville had a bit of a health scare.  He was having bad pains and crying and had to go see the doctor.  Apparently, Seville had crystals in his urine and those nasty crystals were the cause of his pain.  Poor Seville had to spend two whole nights in the hospital which he really did not like.  Believe me, he didn't like that at all.  But the doctor fixed him all up and he has no more pains now.  Thank goodness.

The doctor told Seville that he had to drink more...  lots more.  He loves his dry food and that, coupled with the fact that he didn't drink enough, wasn't good.  But Seville was a little concerned he might develop a drinking problem.  He didn't want to do that.  I explained to him that drinking water was okay.  Better than okay, actually...  it was a good thing.  It's the nip that might cause those  kind of problems...although not for us.  We can all handle our nip.

Anyway, as some of you already know, to encourage Seville to drink more, the peeps bought us all a fountain.  Yup, they went out and got us one right away.  Even before Seville was ready to come home from hospital.  We're all lovin' the fountain so much.  I take a drink every time I pass it and since peep #1 put the fountain right between the family room and the kitchen, I pass it A LOT!  That means lots of drinks for me. 

And yes, Seville is drinking lots too.  He takes drinks ALL the time now which is great 'cause the doctor said that will help him not get those pee-pee problems again.  He has really taken it to heart.

And speaking of hearts...  yesterday was Valentine's Day.  Did you know that?  Seville wrote a poem for me to pass along to everyone for the big day but to be honest, I didn't find it all that Valentine Dayish.  In fact, it really wasn't appropriate for Valentine's Day at all.  Thank goodness I didn't have a scheduled post until today...  the day after Valentine's Day.  The poem was however, appropriate for a post about Seville and his, well...  you know whats.  So here it is.  Seville says it's called "Easy Peasy."

The more I drink,
the more I pee.
The more I pee,
the easier it be.
Easy peasy.
That's the key!

I do hope you all like Seville's little poem.  He's really quite proud of it.  That's kind of why I didn't have the heart to tell him I wouldn't pass it along.  He gave the poem to the peeps for Valentine's Day.  I was so proud of my first peep.  She didn't roll her eyes or anything.  Instead, she gave him a big hug and then a whole bunch of kisses.  Not sure what Seville thought of that!  Actually, I do know.  He hopped down from the chair, lifted his tail and peed right on the peep!  Could you believe it?  The peep did let out a not-too-happy kind of of squeal but then she just went off and changed her pants.  Had to be done, I suppose.  Although not very nice of her when you think that Seville had gone to all that trouble to tell her she was his Valentine.  The rest of us cats gave the peeps a rose bush.  The flowers are red and pretty.  We're not allowed to eat them though.  That's too bad.  They look quite delish.

it has begun...

One of my favourite spots in the house is the sun room.  Here, there are lots of windows through which shine beams of deliciously warm sunlight.  Ohhh....   I get warm and fuzzy all over just thinking about it. 

It's not an overly big room.  Whoever designed the house should have made it bigger but whoever he was, he probably wasn't a cat.  Probably didn't know any better.

In my sun room, there are two chairs.  They're of a good size with nice big comfy cushions upon which we cats love to sit.  And very conveniently, the chairs are made of wicker.  Wicker chairs are great 'cause they double up as scratching posts.  The peeps really don't understand this feature but we cats do.  It's very obvious.  As obvious as the whiskers on my face.  Not the whiskers on my sister Connie's face though.  As you can see in her picture, her white whiskers blend right into all that white fur.  No, mine are much more obvious that that!  Just as are the many uses of wicker furniture.

Anyway...  every year around this time, we allow peep #1 to borrow bits of the sun room.  She's not allowed on the chairs, mind you...  she's only allowed to use the floor.  But boy, does she ever use it.  She fills the joint with plants.  I think she thinks it's some kind of greenhouse or something.  We don't mind her putting in a plant or two but a hundred?  There are probably even be more than a hundred.  Way more.  She's really starting to take advantage of our generosity and good natures.

The other day, in she trotted with a whole flat of carnations.  A whole flat!  Do you have any idea how big that is?  Then, when I wasn't looking, another appeared.  This one with snapdragons.  Yesterday, I was snooping around in her office, and I found three more flats.  Next to them were empty seed packets from pansies.  You know what's going to happen, don't you.  Once those pansies start germinating, the peep is gonna want to put those flats in the sun room, too!  And I didn't see any stocks or painted daisies yet.  She's probably gonna want some of those in there, as well.  She always does.

Obviously, once again, it has begun.  Before I know it, that whole sun room floor is going to be covered in plants.  She'll have that floor so filled that there will only be a teeny-weeny path for us cats to use to access our chairs.  Luckily, we're all very nimble footed.  Thank goodness for that!

All those plants.  All those wasted sun puddles on the floor.  We'll be totally confined to the chairs and yes, they are comfy but still, a cat likes to have options.  And furthermore, regarding the plants, we cats aren't allowed to eat them, pee on them, dig them up or anything fun like that.  We just have to put up with them.  Hmmmph!  Like I said, it has begun.

oops!

I'm publishing an extra post this week.  Need to...  in order to catch up.  You see, a couple of weeks ago - maybe even more 'cause as you know, time flies... just like the birdies - something happened. 

I had been tagged and I didn't even know it.  Can you believe it?  You'd think that a cat like me - one with two adorable healthy ears like mine - would have heard it when Caren & Cody over at Cat Chat said "you're it!"  But I didn't...  sorry...  the peep even checked my ears for mites.  Nothing there.  I just didn't know there was a game of tag going on, I guess.  That's the only reason I can think of.  Thankfully, Caren & Cody let me in on it.  Boy, did I ever feel silly.  Don't tell anyone but...  I'm blaming the peep.

So, there are questions to be answered...  ten in all.  Here goes....

#1.  Describe yourself in seven words.
       cute, cuddly, sterling silver tabby, formerly feral
#2.  What keeps you up at night?
       I live with eleven other cats.  Someone is ALWAYS bound to be up.  The next thing you know?
       There's a tail in my face or a paw on my head.  It happens.
#3.  Who would I like to be?
       Hmmm....  that's a tough one.  All in all, I have a pretty good life.  I can tell you who I wouldn't
       want to be.  I wouldn't want to be a dog.  No offence to dogs but, they have to use outdoor
       facilities.  Yes, even in bad weather.  And I live in Canada where we have winter.  I like to use
       indoor plumbing.  Yup, I'm talking about the litter box.
#4.  What am I wearing right now?
       Uhhh....  my fur coat?
#5.  What scares me?
       People I don't know.  I was feral so I love and trust my two peeps but other people...  not so
       much.
#6.  The best and worst of blogging.
       The computer!  I've learned a lot about using this thing the last couple of months but there's still
       so much I don't know.  And it's not like the peep is much help.  She's worse at it than me!
       Eventually, I'll figure it all out.  After all, I'm a cat...  and cats are smart.
#7.  The last website I visited.
       Hmmm...  I went over to http://myfolia.com/ to ask for some advice.  Had to borrow the peep's
       account.  She's called orientallily there or something silly like that.  Anyway...  Brian, from
       Brian's Home, had received something called 'silver vine' and I was quite intrigued.  It's some
       kind of super duper extra potent nip.  And those of you who know me, know I love the nip.
       If I'm gonna get the peep to grow it, I need to know what the stuff is.  She thought it might be
       some kind of kiwi vine but wasn't sure so, I trotted over to myfolia to ask the experts.  Someone
       there is bound to know.
#8.  What one thing would I like to change about myself?
       Oh, I would so love to have opposeable thumbs.  Can you imagine the things I could do with
       opposeable thumbs?  I'm pretty sure that with opposeable thumbs, I could take over the world.
#9.  Slankets, yes or no?
       I have to admit, I have no idea what a slanket is.  Neither does the peep.  Best I can figure
       is that it's some kind of blanket and it's slanted 'cause it's falling off a peep's lap.  I'm pro
       blanket but I'm opposed to falling off things so....  I guess I'm sitting on the fence on this one.
       Oh!  I'm pro fences!
#10. Tell us something about the person who tagged you.
       Oh, Cody and his mom are the best.  They're just great.  And I love the fact that neither one of
       them got upset when I didn't realise I had been tagged.  It was so kind of them to think of me in
       the first place.  I'd hate to think I had upset them.  But they're so great, they weren't upset at all!
       How wonderful is that!!!

The following is a list of blogs I'm gonna tag...

-  It's a Wonderpurr Life
-  Mario's Meowsings
-  Bengal Business
-  The Island Cats
-  Brian's Home
-  Ginger Jasper
-  Cat With a Garden

Now, some of you may have played this game before.  If you don't want to play again, that's okay.  It's also okay if you'd rather just go and have a nap or some treats.  I understand...  really.
But...  if you wanna play...  well....  then...  YOU'RE IT!

usually, I'm in favour of boxes...

Usually, I'm in favour of boxes.  I like boxes.  Oh, who am I kidding...  I LOVE the boxes.  I do.  I really, really do.  But this box...  well...  it's different.  The problem with this box, is what came in it.

The peeps drove all the way to the nearest big town.  They were gone almost all day.  That, in itself, leaves much to be desired.  When they came home, they brought...  duh duh duh duuuhhhh...  the box.

I recognised it right away.   I knew exactly what was in it.  It was the kind of box that contains papers.  Hundreds and hundreds of papers.  Maybe even a thousand or more.  Each one with tickets printed on it.  Tickets that would need to be numbered, cut and stapled before being placed into envelopes and handed out to 'ticket sellers'.  Yes, my peeps are organising another raffle for the Valley Waag Animal Shelter.

Now, don't get me wrong.  It's a really good cause.  Just about as good as it gets.  The animal shelter does wonderful work.  I've heard all about it.  They take in kitties not as fortunate as my furry family and I.  They look after them really, really well.  They get all their shots - which is much better when I'm talking about someone else getting them than when we're talking about me at the doctor's office - and are either spayed or neutered...  depending on whether we're talking girl kitties or boy kitties.  They're treated for worms & fleas and their ears are checked for mites.  And then, while they wait for their forever homes, they get food and drink and a warm comfy place to sleep accompanied by lots and lots of love.  All in all, the Valley Waag Animal Shelter is one of the best things around.

The problem is my peeps.  That peep #1 of mine is gonna want the raffle to be a success.  I just know it.  That means, if she doesn't have enough ticket sellers, she'll go sell the tickets herself.  And that, my friends, means less time to be spent with me.  I don't really like that.  I have needs, you know.  Tummy tickles, chin tickles, hugs, kisses, paw massages, food dish replenishing, water dish replenishing, treats to be given...  The list goes on and on and on...  These are all things for which I rely upon the peep. 

So, if you happen to be in my neighbourhood in the next few weeks...  please stop by and give me a tummy tickle or two, okay?  I suspect I'm gonna be feeling all lonely and blue.  I'm probably gonna really need the tummy tickles.  Oh, I'm sure of it.

PS.  To learn more about the Valley Waag Animal Shelter, you can check out their website.  Just click on the name there.  Yeah, that's right.  Click on the shelter's name and it will take you right to their site!  Pretty neat, huh?

getting my act together... finally!

So, the other day (actually, it was more than a week ago but I'm only now, finally, getting my act together) my friend Mario at Mario's Meowsings gave me an award...  The Liebster Award.  I was thrilled and felt so privileged.  Now it's time for me to make my own nominations.  

Let me tell you....  it was hard.  There are so many blogs out there.  And so many of them are really, really wonderful.  I've been doing a whole lot of reading these last few days.  Choosing only five was almost next to impossible.  I have to say 'almost' because, well...  I was able to pick just five in the end.  But it was really hard.  And I wish I could have chosen more.  I wish I could have chosen way, way more.  There are some amazing animal blogs.  Simply, amazing.

So, here are the five I have chosen...  I do hope everybody will check them out.  They're ALL great! 
                                                                
1.  Purrchance to Dream  http://daphnex.blogspot.com/ 
     'Cause my peep loves her Shakespeare...  whatever that is.
2.  Pandafur  http://pandafur.blogspot.com/
     Met her on twitter and she's really nice.  So is her husband  Petie.
3.  Tiger Lily's Pad  http://thetigerlilypad2.blogspot.com/
      'Cause I like tigers and the peep likes the lilies.  Remember, lilies are toxic for cats so whatever
       you do...  don't eat them!  Not even a nibble!!!
 4.  Katie Isabella  http://katieisabella.blogspot.com/
      Katie... you remind me of my mama and I miss her.  She was beautiful, too.
 5.  Kattonic Cats  http://kattoniccats.blogspot.com/
      I'm told I had an Auntie Sadie whom I never met.  I'm sure she was wonderful.  Just like the
      Sadie here at Kattonic Cats.

Now, each of you who were nominated can nominate five more blogs.  Ooohhhh....  the fun is only beginning.  Then you need to follow these steps...  sorry Mario, but I'm gonna quote you pretty much word for word on this one.  Hope you don't mind.  But you did it so well, I really couldn't do any better.

1.  Link back to the blogger who gave it.
2.  Paste the award on your blog.
3.  Choose 5 blogs to pass the award along to.  These
     should have fewer than 200 followers each.
4.  Let recipients know about their nomination by leaving a
     comment on their blogs.

Let the games begin!

it was a two bandage event

The last few days have been a little bit crazy at my house.  Well, maybe crazy isn't the word.  But things have not been good.  But not to worry, everything is much better now.  Much, much better.

It all started on Saturday night.  My brother Seville was having pains.  Really, really bad pains.  He cried so much.  My peeps were really worried.  So was I.  I like Seville.  Hey, he's my brother, man.  Sorry 'bout that...  couldn't resist.  I was watching old re-runs from what the peeps call the 70s the other night...  whatever that is.

Anyway, first thing Sunday morning, the peep called our family doctor.  Because it was a weekend, the peep had to leave a message.  The doctor on call would call right back.  And she did.  She wanted to see Seville right away.  So off he and the peeps went.  Well...  it wasn't as easy as that sounds. 

Peep #1 thought she'd put Seville in a carrier for the trip.  Seville didn't agree.  Let's just say...  it was a two bandage event.  No need to worry about the peep though.  It's not like this has never happened before.  So Seville ended up sitting in the front seat of the car with a collar and leash.  The carrier rode along in the back.

When the doctor saw my brother, she knew just what was wrong.  Seville was having pee-pee problems.  He couldn't tinkle.  And that's not good...  not good at all.  No wonder he was in such pain!  The doctor said there were crystals in his urine.  His bladder was filled right up with them.  I don't know what these crystals are but apparently, they're very bad.  Different kind of crystal from the special glasses my peeps use in the dining room, I guess.  Those, they like.

So, Seville had to be knocked out for a bit while the doctor got rid of the crystals.  She thought about trying with him still awake but that didn't turn out so good.  The peep already had two bandages on by this time...  probably didn't need any more.  The doctor probably didn't want any either.

Poor Seville had to spend two nights in hospital.  I felt so sorry for him.  He was there all alone.  No family or friends to keep him company.  I kind of thought the peep should head on over to the hospital with a sleeping bag and pillow and spend the night on the floor next to his jail cell...  uh, sorry...  'hospital' bed.  When I made this suggestion, the peep pretended not to hear me.  Hmmph!

But all is well now.  Seville is home.  He's fine.  He says he's having no problems doing you-know-what.  That's good.  The doctor told him he MUST drink more water.  The peeps have been telling him that too.  So have I.  Like I said, I love my brother.  I don't want him to go back into hospital again.

Oh, I almost forgot.  We all got a fountain.  That's right, a fountain.  It's great!  The idea is that maybe Seville will drink a little more water if it comes from a fountain.  So far he hasn't really taken to it but I'm trying to set a good example.  I take a drink every time I pass it.  I love it.  What a nifty idea.  A fountain just for us cats.  It's not for the peeps.  It's just for us...  that's right...  us cats.