From Dora's Meowth...

 Dearest Reader, 

It has been quite an age since my human has been willing to hear my story once again. I have grown older and much wiser, of course, over the passage of time while my humans continue to act strange, loud, and erratic. I attempt to calm them with my steely gaze and subtle clues laid gently around the house conveying I deserve more rest and quiet in my sunset years. I have recently received news from a compatriot in Nebraska (who wishes to remain anonymous) who received my family into their dominion for the night and was delighted to put on a middle-of-the-night show they will not soon forget. I now pass this story along to you with great plurreasure. 

Sunday, May 22, 2100 hours. "A weird contraption entered into the yard adjacent to mine. I overheard words of 'tent' and 'sleep outside' which sounded unusual to me. Night is my time to patrol and humans belong inside. I knew I would have to investigate with caution. I climbed to my post in my favorite oak tree and proceeded to watch as both small and large humans infiltrated the yard with odd packages and delicious smells. Then three males began to assemble a large, blue canvas into what I can only compare to a pyramid shape. I have never beheld such a thing with my own eyes. Once assembled, they proceeded to fill the pyramid with soft blankets, pillows, and large cocoons. Then a strange noise exploded the quiet of the afternoon. I ran back to my command center with haste and began to reach out to fellow felines in the tri-state area. After three hours of careful investigation, I discovered one, Dora Davis, from a strange land called Kansas City who informed me that her family had evacuated earlier in the afternoon and she was quite certain they had made their way to Nebraska. She asked me to prepare some sort of entertainment for them. Little did she know how easily this comes for a skilled assassin like me... 

Monday, May 23, 0200 hours. I resumed my post in the oak tree at sundown. The three males entered the pyramid around 2200. One sandy haired male proceeded to flash an assortment of lights followed by cackling high-pitched laughter. The other short-hair asked the large male many questions before they began to settle down for the night. The large male began droning on about "Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Dobby..." I can only assume these are others that I must keep watch for. For a few hours, all was quiet aside from snores and heavy breathing. Around 0140, a mourning dove began cooing in a nearby tree and I heard rustling from the pyramid. "Coo coo" The dove was quite distracting to my mission until I realized, "coo coo" it was the perfect opportunity. I began to slink down the tree and creep "coo coo" through the grass. The dove continued to coo for his friend, while I snuck in closer and closer, unnoticed. I waited for the perfect moment and then POUNCED upon him. What followed was a loud, savage fight, and ultimately the death of that blasted dove. The whole ordeal only lasted a few minutes, but we had been quite loud and I realized that many humans had heard the ordeal. I carried him proudly back to my command center and all was quiet in the pyramid as I passed by stealthily. I knew the humans now both appreciated and feared my presence. I passed along the report to Dora who purred her pleasure and gratitude. This is where my story ends." 

Meow! What a story to share with you today. It was a delight for me to communicate with another feline friend and hear his tail. I am very pleased to tell you that I have more to say in the coming days if only Mom will allow me to continue. I desire to make up for those nine lost years since my last post and regale you with more stories from my life. For meow, my paws are tired of typing and I need... *yawn* a... nap.  

For previous Dora posts: The Original  The Sequel The Third 

From the Meowth of Dora

Good Meowrning! The time has come for my yearly chat. And changes are brewing! How much more of this do they think I can take?!? First, the child begins walking, nay, chasing me around the house. And what do Mom and Pop do? They laugh, even though I have clearly stated my intentions of self-defense and, yes occasionally, revenge. What do they expect? I will just take the abuse?

Then, a few months later, they pack me up AGAIN and we drive, drive, drive, drive -- oh how sick it makes me! -- and meow we are living somewhere new. Although my new window perch is quite nice. I have a birds-eye view of the outdoors, so I can keep tabs on Ravi, the gray-hair next door. His incessant meowing sometimes trumps even my own.



And if my suspicions serve me, it appears there will be another small human to deal with. I am not sure when, but I have seen and felt Mom's belly move and I know a creature must be inside, waiting to come out. I do not understand the inadequacy my parents have felt to supersede my position as favored one with not one, but two childs! *hiss* But there is nothing to do but endure during the waking periods and relish the moments of quiet when I can lay on my back and Mom rubs my belly like she used to.

The fish they have brought home bring me no pleasure as I can find no way to capture them and therefore receive a juicy treat; some days I must settle for the popcorn and bits of graham cracker the child throws at me. I will never act like I am anything but put-off about it, but I must admit, occasionally it seems as if the child cares about me and I feel the same in return.

For meow I must go. I feel better meow that I have aired my opinions of my current life situation. It appears this is as good as it gets... I suppose I will survive.

For purr-evious "Dora Blogs" click here: 2011 or here: 2012. 

From the Meowth of Dora

One year ago today, I was given permission to write on Mom's blog. If you didn't read it, you can click here:  {Meow!}. Much has changed for me in the past year. Namely, a screaming, crying, helpless child. We used to spend blissful, quiet nights at home and each morning around 5 AM I would begin to pester mom and pop to wake up. I would jump on their stomachs from the headboard, pounce on their legs, and scratch at the door. Meowadays the child will sometimes beat me to it! It is quite shocking how they consistently choose him over me! And recently --the horror!-- if he keeps them up late, they force me into my kennel as I hear them say, "...don't want to deal with her in the morning...". I tell them I promise to be good, but they lock me in anyway.

The child appears to take a great interest in me. I captured this secret footage on camera one morning. Just watch how he attempts to deafen me with his screams and weaken me with his stare.

I do not know how I will be able to defend myself as he grows larger, but I must train daily. Each day I plot courses through the house. This new place in which we live has many creaky, wooden floors, so I have developed my stealth plan to avoid the creaks. This gives me the advantage of being able to either enter or escape from a room without notice. I have also been improving my hunting skills. I watch birds, moths, and others of my kind from my perch on the porch. I sprint back and forth along the wooden lookout to increase my speed and agility.

At times, the child has trapped me in a laundry basket or corner of a room. His skill at moving has increased in the passing weeks and my only defense is to bat at him with my paws. Although mom does not like me to do so.

I will update again when I can. I hope you enjoy a few pictures of me, while I head outside for some peace and quiet. The child is getting noisy...

Dora meowut!

From the Meowth of Dora

Meowlo! My name is Dora, the cute one you always hear my mom talking about. She puts my pictures up and talks about me, but never lets me say anything. Today's my chance, I guess she's feeling generous towards me and maybe a little silly.

Anyway, if you'll notice, some animals seem to talk funny on their blogs and even misspell words. That's just silly and makes the rest of us intelligent creatures look dumb. Mom and Pop have always talked to me like they do to other humans, so my vocabulary is quite extensive. I'll admit, every meow and then my cat lingo may dot the blog, but you have to give me a break, I am a CAT!

A couple weeks ago mom and pop left me. Yeah, you heard me, left ME!!! I was shocked too. I had heard them talk about some silly thing called a 'Babymoon' but I had no idea what that meant. I'd been seeing a ton of new, weird looking things show up around the apartment and, trust me, I had been checking them out. I mean, they were acting like it was no big deal, but I was quite suspicious. Tiny clothes that clearly don't fit them, a weird cage-like contraption, a couple of soft, small animals that still refuse to talk to me, and so on. (I will get to the bottom of this, I guarantee it!) Then I saw them packing their bright green bag and I jumped in a couple times, but they quickly shoo-ed me out. How rude! I just want to be with them! So one morning, I woke up - early as usual - and they were up shortly after me. Then they suddenly said good bye and shut the door. It didn't seem too different from any other day. But later that day, my friend, Miss Stephanie, came over. Sometimes she comes to feed me and take care of me, but this time she put me in my kennel and shut the door! Then she grabbed a few things in my house and took me to her car! At first I was SO scared...


and a little angry,

but Miss Stephanie talked to me and said everything was going to be ok. She took me to her house and let me out. After I had smelled everything and scouted out the place, it wasn't half bad. I ended up doing my favorite thing


quite a bit




I even told her to write things to mom, like I was being a really good kitty, so mom would feel bad for leaving me. But I did have fun at Miss Stephanie's house. She let me sit on her counter so that I could see everything in the room!


I liked that a lot!
A few days later, she packed me and my things up and took me back to my house. I was glad to be home with all of my things, but mom and pop still weren't back. I kept waiting for them and finally one night I heard the key in the door. I jumped up to the back of the couch and waited...and there was my mom, coming in the door. I was so happy to see her! I wanted to jump in her arms and make sure she wouldn't leave again. Her and pop held me for awhile that night and I soaked it all in. I really missed them! But I had fun on my trip to Miss Stephanie's house. Thanks for taking care of me! And I'm sorry if I made you have an allergic reaction. You're the best baby-sitter ever!

Meow I'm off to discover what's making mom's stomach so big... after my nap, of course!