Mancat Monday - Blueberries and Bobtails

Hello kitties! As you know, being a successful mancat means living in the moment, and not being afraid to try anything new. I always do my best to uphold this fine mancatly way of life, which explains how I discovered that blueberries are super yummy. My grandmama sent my mommy home Saturday night with a big blueberry muffin. My mommy saved it for breakfast on Sunday morning. She was really looking forward to it. Well, Sunday morning came, and she settled down with her blueberry muffin, with me snuggled up in her lap purring up a storm, as always. The next thing she knew . . . . CHOMP! I had taken a huge bite out of her blueberry muffin, and was coming in for more! Mommy knows better than to be squeamish, so she finished the muffin anyway . . . she says that if she didn't eat after her kitties, she would starve. I didn't even get in trouble. Mommy just laughed and gave me a kiss and told me I was cute. Ahhh . . . being a mancat is the best! As you can see, I am paying an homage to blueberries with my portrait today. Not only do I look very regal in this color, it also reminds me of Violet in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," which is yet another fine movie I must review!

In other news, mommy was looking up what she thinks is my breed: The American Bobtail. Here are some pictures:

Not only do I look very similar to these kitties, but my personality matches what the CFA says in their site . . . although bits of it did make mommy laugh. Just look at this introduction:

"At first glance you are sure that you have just seen a bobcat, you slowly turn and your gaze falls upon this magnificent and untamed looking creature. It captivates you. Your eyes meet and you are drawn to a far away place where hearts run wild and free. The cat cleans its luxurious fur, blinks its eyes at you and begins to purr. You long to stroke its soft, thick fur and hold him in your arms, but do you dare? Tentatively you reach for the amazing animal. He stands up and stretches, allowing you to marvel at his substantial body and his natural short tail. He is a thing of the wild, of that you are sure. The cat saunters over to you and demands attention, you cautiously pick him up and are amazed at his personality. Affectionate, intelligent and gentle, your heart has been stolen by an American Bobtail."

I can tell you, kitties, my mommy "dares" to take me in her arms quite often!

"They interact well with people of all ages and serve a great purpose in the family home as a major source of entertainment due to their clown like personalities. They also offer a warm, soft shoulder to cry on when needed. They are known for their love of games and can play fetch or hide and seek for hours on end. They will often initiate a game and can be very persistent until you play with them. They are basically quiet cats in voice, however they do trill, chirp and click when delighted. They are easily leash-trained and love to go for walks. Not technically thieves, the American Bobtail’s love of shiny objects makes it necessary to keep jewelry boxes closed and even locked."

I freely admit that I am a thief. I steal mommy's things all the time . . . especially her sweaters and socks and STRAWS, and even her little stuffed animals. I haven't gotten to her jewelry yet, but that is probably because she doesn't wear much, so I don't get to see it often. I think it is fun to take her things away and watch her search for them. It keeps mommy on her toes. I also don't talk much to anyone except mommy, but I chat to her constantly. Mostly it is in chirps and trills, but occasionally I yell for her, especially when it is past my bedtime and she hasn't gotten to bed to snuggle me yet. I also scream for her when she is in a room with the door closed and I can't get to her. I don't like it when I can't see my mommy.

Apparently there are two different stories floating around about the origin of my breed. The first and most interesting story is that a siamese and bobcat had kittens together. The second is that a shorter tailed tabby and siamese had kittens. Either way, I have siamese ancestry! (Which we already knew since I'm a handsome lynx point!) Does this mean I get to add Meezer Rules to my Mancat Mondays?