CHOMPERS
Chompers is great. Let's start off by just saying that. He's a 3 year old boy, some sort of mix between some sort of cat and a mackerel cat. We adopted him from my girlfriends sometime between december 07 and january 08. Wow, so only a few months. Feels like we've had them since birth. I (angelica) feel extremely close to these cats. Anyways, Chompers. His original name was Simba, but I was dead set on owning a cat named Chompers, so thats the story of that.
"I can haz weet thin?"
Big Boy!Chompers is a suprisingly fitting name, as he eats a shitload and is always the first to stick his head in the food bowl. He's not fat, but is a big boy for sure. Long and big. He has a little pouch around his belly which we love but wouldnt mind seeing flattened out.
He never meows or hisses, he only chirps, which is beyond adorable. One unique thing about him is how annoying he is circa 6-9am in the morning. He steps all over us in bed, and knocks his head into our faces repeatedly. He likes looking out the window in the morning , so he usually stands on our pillows while we are trying to sleep. Its extremely annoying, but equally adorable. He sneezes far more often than any cat should. We don't know why... is our apartment that dusty? He has big pisces-like eyes which grab everyones attention when meeting him. I love chompers, aka chompy, chomps, chompydoo, sneezy, big boy, and various other nicknames I can't remember now. Here's one more fierce ass pic of chompers...
KIPPER
Kipper is Chompers' sister. She is smaller and bitchier than he his. However, we love her bitch personality. She is not as bi
tchy as BrenBren (RIP.. further details later), but still sufficiently bitchy. Maybe its just a girl-cat thing. She loves me though. Me being Angelica. Not the writer of the original post. That was Tara. Kipper was adopted something like a month after Chompers, but in this short time has established a definite role in our household. She is not as hungry or fat as Chompers, nor does she step all over us while we're sleeping. However, she does like to meow loudly in the middle of the night (although not as loudly as brenna). Sometimes I get scared and/or worried when she does this, but my sleepy ass doesnt do much about it. I love both our kitties equally to an extent, but sometimes Kipper gets a few more points. This is because she likes to jump on my lap, and rub her forehead all over me. Sometimes she'll jump on my keyboard and interrupt my piano playing though. One hillarious thing about Kipper is that she is beautiful, but EXTREMELY unphotogenic. Much like me. Haha. Anyway, she is a bitch to the kittens in the house (frequently hisses at them.. but thats happening less lately). Aww, there she is, sniffing my chinese food right now. Aww. She has a beautiful coat. Pic time.
THE MEANING OF "REWR" AND "MAOWP"
"REWR" - pronounced... "rerrrr", a general cat sound. onomatopoeia
"MAOWP" - pronounced "mowp", a sound a cat I once new said, basically a meow with a sharp and strange "p" sound at the end. awesome.
RIP BRENNA
More to be posted about Brenna in coming posts. However, here are the lyrics to In Deepest Sleep's "Brenna's Song", an amazing song written in her memory.
"November leaves on city streets
Matted down by all-day rain
Much like my hair, damp with sweat.
A disbelief in death.
Your feline independence, respectable and dignified.
Making would-be lonely, empty nights accompanied and occupied.
In memory of your ways and traits.
Your favorite toys with which to play and favorite textures on which to lay
Companionship - a vital, precious concept which, upon achievement, seldom hints at future loss.
Consumed and enamored by the pleasurable gains, expected to sustain.
Your feline independence, respectable and dignified.
Making would-be lonely, empty nights accompanied and occupied
Lonely heart and empty home.
Afraid to be alone.
You thought you'd seen her there
From the hope in despair.
Matted down by all-day rain
Much like my hair, damp with sweat.
A disbelief in death.
Your feline independence, respectable and dignified.
Making would-be lonely, empty nights accompanied and occupied.
In memory of your ways and traits.
Your favorite toys with which to play and favorite textures on which to lay
Companionship - a vital, precious concept which, upon achievement, seldom hints at future loss.
Consumed and enamored by the pleasurable gains, expected to sustain.
Your feline independence, respectable and dignified.
Making would-be lonely, empty nights accompanied and occupied
Lonely heart and empty home.
Afraid to be alone.
You thought you'd seen her there
From the hope in despair.
