I Am Back!

IMG_0258I am Maggie the reigning queen of the Kruse house. Being a tortie I am opinionated and everyone knows it. I love how they all cater to my whims. Well, there is that Ken who thinks he can chase me. Ha! I am swift and can leap to great heights. Then there is that Dog and Parker. Maybe I have been slacking off and need to work on my “Queen-ness”.

Mom has been working on transcribing my dictation for a couple weeks  She is in some really deep doodoo. I have learned that scientific term from Mom. Somehow I think her lab made that up.

(Wait a minute. Hairball. Left it on her side of the bed. Ha!)

We are on our 3rd day of heavy thunderstorms. The electricity went out yesterday for 3 hours which meant for great lap time since Mom couldn’t do anything including beading  She has been working on stuff for BlogPaws. The worst part about no electricity is she had just put fish in the oven. We get bits of oven fish so that really sucked.

Maybe we can work on a science blog soon. Any topics you need researched?

Sporadically yours,

THE Mags






New Day, New Start

There is nothing worse than staring at a blank page when you haven’t blogged for years. Well, maybe surgery or a divorce are worse but those are topics beyond the scope for this blog. My blog is about life with cats in the voice of my tortie Maggie and maybe a few observations about stuff by me. I might as well start.

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My name is Maggie. You might know me from krusekats.blogspot.com. Let’s do the stats so they are done and over with:

  • Purebred Maine Coon with ear tips
  • My official color is dilute blue tortoise shell. Let’s just call me a gray tortie with a ‘tude. I have what is called a split face, half gray, half peachy orange. I think it is quite striking.
  • I am 10 years old, 11 in May. My age is a factor in my ‘tude but I still get silly and play with toys.
  • I live with 2 idiot boys cats.
  • Now for the rest of the household
    Parker is a lumbering purebred Maine Coon weighing in at 21 pounds. Even I have to admit the weight is all bones and muscle with little fat. That sucker is one big guy! He is a red classic tabby which adds to the wow factor when humans see him for the first time. What’s the deal? Haven’t they see a red cat before?
  • Ken is the real idiot of the family. His name is short for Kenzu, name from his previous human. That name sounds like some disgusting sea algae, not that I have seen it but I read a lot. We’re not quite sure of his parentage but he has many characteristics of a Norwegian Forest Cat, aka attention junkie That cat actually greets humans at the door. Everyone thinks that is so cute. Gag. The next question is, “Are all your cats that big and hairy?”.
  • oh. The dog, Dali. White hair shedder. Sleeps a lot.  Boring.
  • My humans. Art, keeper of the box, not a cat person. Wanda, comfortable lap with lots of caresses. Responsible for all of us cats. Why she wanted those idiot brothers I have no idea.

That’s about it for now. Mom says that I have to put in pictures of us all. It should just be ME and maybe the idiots later.

Did I say the boys are idiots?

The Mags