CAT SMACK

Is anyone there? Frank & Renata here at CatSmackTalk are making a comeback!  Stay tuned and on the look out for more photos!

This brings all the boys to the yard. Admit it, this just made your day.

When I was little, I was a brat. Now I'm all grown up and I'm a bigger brat! Frank (left)                        Renata (right)

Back September 13th, 2010, our Kitty Girl, Mitzi passed away.  We are blessed to have had such a long time with her, and without a doubt, she knew she was loved. Anyone who came into our home over the years was greeted with a big, fat, black cat that flopped over on her side, rolling until her legs were all up in the air to make sure you saw her and got a good look at her belly.  Like a dog, she sure enjoyed a belly rub, taking attention from everyone. I’d like share how Mitzi came into Merle’s life, and eventually mine. Before Merle and I met, he and his best friend Will were roommates for many years.  In 1996, they learned of a cat at the Animal Shelter where Will’s friend Denise worked.  This 2 year old cat had nursed a litter of kittens, (not her own), but was a few days away from being euthanized.  Will and Merle told Denise they would take the cat if there were no other options found.  And this is how Mitzi found her new home! ...

    Shortly after I was adopted, The Lady became very ill. She was unable to post many of the photos she took of both Renata & I.   She's feeling a bit better and is happy to finally share our adventures.  Please enjoy the time machine ride as I know it makes her nostalgic for the days when I was deceptively cute. We'd love to hear from you and if you have any questions, feel free to ask us!

My name is Frank. I'm a girl. What more do you need to know? Ok, fine.  I’ll share some stuff because, this is, after all, about me.  You aren’t here for the Grey Fluffball.  I’ve got both the looks and the attitude so she can get lost.  I can only hope. The Humans I allow to worship me are The Lady and The Man.    They like to think I call them by terms of endearment but we all know that’s just for them and has nothing to do with me.    I don’t care what they call themselves as long as my meals are on time and my bathroom is clean. Oh yeah, and no touching.  I hate that and can’t lick the human stink off me fast enough.  What is UP with all the touchy-feely crap? You might be wondering how I ended up here so I’ll make it short.  I was abandoned by an idiot with my sister on the side of the road.  One of your nicer humans found us and took us to work with her at a Veterinary Hospital.  Then, The Lady and Th...

I’m Renata.  I was rescued as a tiny tot from underneath a mobile home by The Lady, who I call Mommy.  She and The Man take good care of me.  It’s been said I’m a Silver Maine Coon, but there is no proof.  I’m very small for my breed if that’s the case. If there is an available lap, I’m on it.  Sometimes even if there is no lap, I have an unblinking stare that wins my Humans over every time. I don’t meow, I churl. It’s a combination of a twirl, purr, chirp. And when I am happy, I churl and drool. Although I’m very classy and elegant I’m not very social, just call me aloof.  If we have company, my favorite place is under the bed. I feel almost the same about the vacuum cleaner because anytime that thing comes out, you won’t see me until the noise is gone for several hours at least. It’s always at the most inconvenient time too! The only people in the world to pet me are my Humans.  Believe me, you have to be somebody I really trust for me to even...