Attack of the Tabbies

Bonnie Underfoot

2008-05-22T11:30:00.000-07:00

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow.
I am the diamond glint
on newly fallen snow.
I am the sunlight
on ripened grain.
I am the soft and gentle autumn rain.

When you wake from sleep in the early morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft, starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.

Merry Christmas!

2007-12-21T14:23:00.000-08:00

This Christmas Tree appears to be ready for Sandy Claws' arrival.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Bonnie: The Attack Tabby

2007-04-08T12:40:00.000-07:00

Bonnie's accidentally left the group, so I's postin this fur her.

Something to chew on

2007-02-25T13:02:00.000-08:00

Mom and Dad got these great new teething toys from Target. They come in a two pack, and are good for your teeth. Plus they're a lot of fun to chase around. Mom hopes this will get us to stop chewing on inappropriate objects, like the blinds and Mom's fingers.

2006-12-05T15:05:00.000-08:00

Another Action Tabby

Tucker here! Gimmeeee a plastic thingy any day. The crinklier the better! My favoritist toy ever! I carry it with me where ever I go. Even to bed at night! I play with it on the bed too during the night. My Mother doesn't like that very much but that crinkliness is especially fun at night!

Maggie vs. paper towels

2006-12-01T09:43:00.000-08:00

Maggie here... Dad had turned his back on me and the paper towels the other night when he was painting and I decided to teach the paper towels a lesson. You can see in this picture that I'm really putting the bite on them. I got some good shredding action with my paws, too. By the time Dad separated us this roll was essentially done for. That'll show 'em!

Like Water For Chocolate (Tabbies)

2006-10-04T09:19:00.000-07:00

Dear everyone,

this is Chocolate Tigress, possibly the most beautiful cat in the House of CatDonna. I say "possibly" because it makes me sound slightly more modest, and it gives the other ragtag moggies here some faint, vain hope of perhaps surpassing my terribly good looks one day.

Beat this, losers!

Not that it is likely to happen. My maddening beauty is like a large, gloriously luxuriant apple tree. In comparison, some scrawny miserable mog's poor looks are about as withered and insignificant as a pip. But let's not go there.

Does my beauty make me arrogant and grasping? Perhaps it does, but you love me for it, don't you. Blame it all on my deprived kittenhood: before my rescue, I was a skinny underfed [albeit in an endearing, Kate-Mossy, homeless chic way] stray kitten begging for scraps in a dingy coffeeshop.

So now that I can have anything I want, I'll take it all, baby.

Yes, actually, this is my bed. Since you asked.

Including a drink that the woman had, next to her elbow, while she was marking some examination scripts at home earlier this week. I was sauntering up and down the study perfecting my already perfect catwalk, and feeling the thirst from all that hard work posturing.

It was a bowl full of something that looked like a light consomme of sorts. Mmm, soup. So I sashayed over and took a deep, grateful lick.

Then everything went black for a while.

When I regained consciousness I was moaning quietly in a corner, my lush fur bristling like 80's punk mohawks never went out of fashion. [Thank God the 80's retro styles are still in.]

The stupid woman was hunched over like the freakishly ugly double-chinned Quasimodo she is, laughing at me. When she finally stopped long enough to talk, I was informed that I apparently:

Said "AAIIEEEEE"
Leapt about a foot in the air
Did kung fu chops with all four legs in every direction
Shook my head furiously going "HHAAACCCKKKK KKOOOFFFF GAAARRRGGHH"
Ran, frothing at the mouth, into a corner where I started moaning

It wasn't soup, it was a herbal remedy of sorts. And it was. Very. Bitter.

I hate the woman sometimes. All the other times she drank water, but this time I'm sure she put this poison out to trick me.

But that's life, isn't it? Someone said it was like a box of Chocolate.

Only one Chocolate but I'm all you need, honey

Ah well. I'm still gorgeous.
Off I go to think some more beautiful thoughts, probably on the human's bed or the woman's favourite clothing.
Love you all, my darling darrrling readers.

Chocolate
ps - This post originated from CatDonna's Cats. Sharing is Caring, people!

It's tough being perfect, you know

Where'd everyone go?

2006-09-14T17:59:00.000-07:00

Dude it's quiet around here. And I thought it had been a while since MY blog was updated......

2006-06-12T18:24:00.000-07:00

I just wanted to stop by real quick and introduce my new little friend Little Nemo.
I mentioned him on my blog a couple of weeks ago and just found out that he started his very own blog. He's a tiger tabby just like me, only smaller. Evfurryone please check out his blog and make him feel welcome!

http://nemo-kitty.blogspot.com/

A Tabby We Can Be Proud Of

2006-06-11T12:48:00.000-07:00

Our good furiend Oreo, a member of the Tuxedo Gang, wants us to know about a furry special ginger tabby named Jack. Jack has taken his job of guarding his home quite seriously. We can all look up to Jack for his accomplishments. I'd lurve to shake his paw.

Brofur Moses Has Spoken

2006-06-02T07:45:00.000-07:00

Hey, efurryone, our tabby brofur Moses has a new post an I was the firstest commenter, so I need to let you all know: go say hi to Moses! He pursents a funny comic strip.

How bout a get-together for all us tabbies at the Catolympics? Show our stripes wif pride!

Boo & Spike

2006-05-05T13:06:00.000-07:00

Boo and Spike are pleased to join Attack of the Tabbies. We are the more or less devoted companions of SB, who blogs at Watermark. She's alright, as humans go, except for her unaccountable fondness for canines, and birds. Squirrels, even, if you can believe that!

Boo has her own Catster page --

and so does Spike.

We know our human loves us best, because she blogs about us every Friday. Today she is going to blog about Attack of the Tabbies!

Chicken Dance

2006-04-22T11:18:00.000-07:00

Hi! It's me, Victor. I leave most attacking to Bonnie, but... when Dad's makin dinner an there's chicken involved, well... look!

I'll attack that chicken as soon as I get my teeth into it!

The more I think...

2006-04-11T14:48:00.000-07:00

I am of two minds when it comes to the logo for our site...

It has to be fierce for we are attack tabbies after all, for that I like Bombay's icon.

But we are Tabbies, the most wonderful and popular colouring for a cat. For that I like the one done by Tyler and Jagger since it shows our distintive colours.

So to confuse everyone, I have also done a quick version of an icon featuring the lovely and fierce Miss Dolce.

Since I feel that each version has it's own merits and downsides, I am not above having more than one version. Let me know what you think.

The URL for this picture is http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/344/1787/200/aott%20icon.jpg

Chocolate Tigress

2006-04-08T07:02:00.000-07:00

Dear everyone at Attack of the Tabbies,

I'm new here, and I just want to say that this is a wonderful blog and I'm very happy to be a part of this group! Today I would like to introduce myself, here goes *ahem*.

I'm from Singapore and my name is Chocolate Tigress, although the "Tigress" bit doesn't quite suit me. I'm a lover, not a fighter. So I may be a member of Attack of the Tabbies, but please don't ask me to attack anything! I would prefer to do this:

My favourite hobby

Oh, just looking at that pic makes me want to take another nap! But I digress.

I was rescued from the streets when I was about three months old, and I live with many other rescue cats and kittens in a flat with two humans. Some of the other cats are up for adoption, but the humans decided to keep me because they have strange ideas about entertaining themselves, as you can see here.

I'm usually too nice to say no.

Do drop by our virtual home at http://catdonnacats.blogspot.com for more stories and pictures! Ta.

Lots of love
Chocolate

Is this version better?

2006-04-07T19:41:00.000-07:00

I've read all your comments and I agree that while Bombay is a gorgeous model, the orange was too loud. So I've played around with the colours and this is my new version.

Is it any better?

~5-Cat Style

Icon for Attack of the Tabbies

2006-04-05T10:56:00.000-07:00

We have two awesome choices for the icon of Attack of the Tabbies. So in the interest of internet democracy, all the tabbies shall vote for the icon that they want to represent them. I would ask that you leave a comment indicating which icon you prefer.

Choice One:

Choice two:

New Fashions for Spring

2006-04-05T09:07:00.000-07:00

How am I supposed to be an Attack Tabbie when you dress me up in stuff like this:

But I have to admit it does look good on me. Bombay, Does this shirt make my butt look big?

My small contribution

2006-04-04T08:44:00.000-07:00

Tyler & Jagger's Mommy worked hard at creating a group icon for us. She inspired me to create one too. Here is my small contribution to our very fine club. I thought a pic of a feisty-looking tabby would be fun and... erm... fitting. Bombay very kindly posed for me.

~5-Cat Style

Our pic!

2006-04-04T05:00:00.000-07:00

Here is one mommy did quickly....

Where is our pic?

2006-04-03T16:32:00.000-07:00

We noticed that other groups have their own pic...like the "Coats of Many Colors", "The Tuxedo Gang" and I think the gingers have one too!! Is anyone in the process of making a Tabbie one?

Rain makes me furry sleepy

2006-04-01T02:46:00.000-08:00

It has been raining... er... cats and dogs here in Singapurr. It makes me furry furry sleepy.

But, the thunder wakes me up. I'm a little afraid of it.

~Bombay

Hello! My name is Tucker!

2006-03-30T08:40:00.000-08:00

My name is Tucker. I am 2 years old now. I am a classic tabby. My mama is always irritating me by sticking her fingers into my "bulls eyes" on my sides. Sigh...

This is a picture of me when I was little.

Me and my sibs were orphaned when we were just babies. A nice woman took us in a fed us from bottles until we were old enough to find our own forever homes. She took us to this big places with lots of people and other animals. Every now and then someone who stop off and look at us, hold us and pet us.

My sister was the first one to go to her forever home.

My mama came by the same day. I really turned on my kitteny charms. You know, purring loudly and falling asleep in her arms. But she didn't adopt me!!!! I was heart broken. But my sweetness stayed in her mind.

She called my foster mama the next day and asked if I had found a home. When my foster mom said no, my mama said she wanted me. The next day I had found my forever home.

Now I have two big sisters, Badness and Scrappy. Badness doesn't like me so much but that is okay. Scrappy does. And I have a dog named Daisy. I like my dog. We play alot.

My favorite things are gooood head scratches. My mama gives goooood head scratches. I also like stinky goodness and having all my dishes full. Okay, I like to eat. Eating is fun. I also like kitty grass and kitty crack.

My least favorite things are...being held like a baby. I am NOT a baby. I may be a SWEET PRINCE but I am not a baby.

Nice to meet you all!

Maggie McKitten-Cat

2006-03-24T07:39:00.000-08:00

My name is Maggie ... I live in Columbia, SC with my two brothers and my older sister. I am the youngest of the four, and come from a litter of about 10 kittens (yes, 10!). My brother Jasper does most of the blogging among us cats, so I am excited to have the Attack of the Tabbies to express myself!

The Tabbie BOYS

2006-03-23T05:59:00.000-08:00

Hi our names are Ping (ginger tabby) and Jinx(grey tabby). We are 2 1/2 year old brofurrs. We live with 3 sisfurrs and two humans.

~~~

Ping & Jinx came to live with us because some kind soul dropped them off in our neighborhood one day in August 2004. We are happy they did so because now Ping & Jinx( and their sister Boo) have furrever homes. Ping is the comedian of the family. He is very athletic and LOVES to play. He will keep you entertained for hours. Jinx is our "big daddy". All he needs is a place to sleep and food to eat. He is one laid back poodin! We call Ping our special needs kitty because he is so insecure. We believe he is why all three of the poodins were put on the street by their former owner. But we love Ping and he has a home now where he will never have to worry about losing. Ping says everyone in the house is bossed around by a sassy itty bitty cat name Abby. She is a manx with an attitude. But both boys are very docile and loving poodins.

Cloey

2006-03-18T03:22:00.000-08:00

Hurrow efurrybody! I am Bombay’s sister. My name is Cloey.

This is me now

Before my Mommy and Daddy named me that, my Foster Mommy named me Diva. Why? Because she said I was the most attention-seeking kitten she ever knew… that I behaved like a true diva.

This was me then

She told me that I would mew very loudly for attention, and not just any kind of attention. I had to have the best seat in the house (the spot on the lap closest to the body or right on the neck). And even then, she had to stare deeply into my eyes. If she turned away to look else where, I would mew and mew again.

Is that what bean divas do too?

~Cloey

Tabby Cats Picture Gallery

2006-03-17T17:04:00.000-08:00

Well, what do you know? Proper appreciation at last. Check out About.com's Tabby Cats Picture Gallery. Apparently, we get March all to our lovely selves. A whole month for Tabbys. Nyah, nyah.

To our friend

2006-03-17T16:44:00.000-08:00

We are very sad today.

A blogging friend had to say goodbye to us all. Even though he has not past away, his absence will be felt as keenly as though he has. His life now lies on a different path than ours; not a lesser path, just a different one. Good-bye Moses Kitty. We know it was not an easy decision for your parents to make and we hope that you are happy and content in your new life.

If you can, come back and tell us of your new life so that we can rejoice in your new life with you.

Lights...Cameras...KUKKA!

2006-03-17T09:15:00.000-08:00

I know I'm a bit late in introducing myself, but I've had an incredibly stressful last couple of weeks, so I hope none of my Tabby brothers and sisters take it personally.

I am Empress Kukka-Maria. While my name is Finnish, my former empire is not. My current empire includes one human servant and one feline servant, to whom I "affectionately" refer as "Mom" and "Brach", respectively.

If you want to know more about me (and I am sure you do), feel free to check out Memoirs of a Feline Empress in Exile.

Now, who is the social chair of this fine group of tabbies? And when do we rumble with the Tuxedo Gang, Gorgeous Gingers and House Panthers? I've been working out and sharpening my claws for the big bru-ha-ha. If we're not going to fight them, can we at least challenge them to a fierce "dance-off?" I have rhythm...

"Do you want a piece of us, inferior cats? Don't mess with the Tabbies!"

Kukka-Maria out!

Hello fellow tabbies!!

2006-03-13T16:00:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone!! We're Tyler and Jagger. We were born in CT in Oct of 2004. There was 6 of us, me (Tyler), Jagger, Bruce, Elvis, Ross & Coco. The Stratford Cat Project took care of us and we all got adopted!! Fortunately Jagger and I got adopted together. Our new mommy was wonderful...and soon we were fat and happy!

Unfortunately in Jan of this year mommy had to move out of state and she couldn't take us with her. So she brought us back to The Stratford Cat Project because she new they would find us a new home. AND just one week later our new mommy & daddy saw us at a public adoption and couldn't pass us up!! (I was my usually charismatic self, however Jagger was a little reserved!) We came to our new home on Feb 4th and we both feel like we've been here forever!!

Greetings, Fellow Tabbies

2006-03-12T14:48:00.000-08:00

Mrrello, I'm Bonnie Underfoot, aka The Attack Tabby. I'm not quite 9 years old and I run a household with two adult humans and a boy I've raised since he was a klutzy toddler. I work hard managing these lesser beings. They are so difficult to train! But my hard work has paid off in good food, a warm bed with a fluffy blanket, daily treats, and a relatively clean litter box. They even bought me my own water fountain so I didn't have to wait and wait and wait in the sink for them. A little fetching when I was younger, and I had them wrapped around my tail.

Or so I thought... I slacked off for a moment in late October, and a young tabby named Victor presumed to adopt MY woman! He entered MY home without MY permission. And he's STAYED! This is MY house, which I have faithfully defended from many offensive, invading humans who claim to be "friends" of my people. I've completely intimidated a pair of so-called Cat Sitters. I've protected my humans against a number of door-to-door salesmen. I even made someone allergic to cats sneeze with just a recording of my voice. I may have no front claws, but I can growl, hiss, swat, and bite. So I do.

What has cowed many silly human beans has no effect on that silly Cow Cat. Victor is 1 now and thinks he's something special, climbing all over stuff and snuggling my woman at every opportunity. I've told him what I think, but he won't listen. He doesn't even fight back! He's such a suck-up. He makes me very upset and I'm not letting my staff forget what they've done to ME. Most recently, I finally deigned to touch him and sort of... pushed him down the stairs. It was quite satisfying, but the stoopid youngster liked it. I thought they'd make him leave when he climbed on the counters and stole food off their plates, but NO! My staff, MY staff, forgive him. I'm so ashamed.

Ok, back to ME, not HIM. Besides the fluffy blanket, my favoritest place to sleep is my puter chair. I have my man use it just enough to keep it properly scented and tenderized, then I make him leave it for me all day and all night. You could call it my throne, from which I manage the house. I don't do laps. I don't snuggle. I don't even really like people touching me at all, but when I need a belly rub, my man knows how to do it right. That's his reward for proper behavior.

My favorite treats are Temptations, salmon from the people's plates, and of course, catnip. I have them grow it for me near my house so I can get it fresh. Hence, my membership in Catnip Anonymous. I had a favorite fluffy crinkle ball, but Victor stole it and slobbered on it. Yuck. He hasn't stolen my catnip mat or my pink mousy. Those are MINE. MINE, I tell you! Next that little brat will be joining MY tabby club, too. He's more white than tabby; he shouldn't be allowed.

Yes, I'm grumpy and irritable, but I enjoy being grumpy and irritable. Deal with it.

Mreow

2006-03-10T21:02:00.000-08:00

Hi! I'm Bat. My mommy named me Acrobat because when I was trying to pick her at the shelter I tried to stand on my head in the cage. But I was so little then (just three months old) that she said it was too long of a name for such a little bit of a cat, so she just calls me Bat. She used to call me Bit, too, but now she says I'm a big boy and not just a little bit of a cat anymore.

Hello, I'm Moses

2006-03-09T10:08:00.000-08:00

Don't be decieved. I'm ferocious.

Just try and give me a bath and see what happens!

Beau Bentley

2006-03-09T08:34:00.000-08:00

Hi Efurryone,

I'm Beau Beau of the Beau and Angelica household. I was adopted by my new family in Oct 05 when I was 6 months old. My first name was Tommy but Mom and the Heather sister thought I looked too pretty so they named me Beau for Beautiful, good looking, handsome, etc. (you get the picture...) in French. Mommy calls me Beau Beau coz she likes to be silly. Maybe when I get older she'll just say BEAU!

Daddy is really the one who fell in love with me at first sight. Must have been my green eyes. Now I'm so happy to be in my forever home running, playing and sleeping all day with Angie and my humans. Such la bonne vie!

Bombay

2006-03-08T08:34:00.000-08:00

Good Mewning!

My name is Bombay. Many kitties and human beans often ask me how I got my name.

Well, when I first arrived at my foster mommy's house at just 3 weeks old, she kept poking my belly and commenting on what a fat boy I was. She said that I reminded her of the Fat Man of Bombay in one of the nursery rhymes she read as a child bean. So Bombay I became.

And when I adopted my Mommy and Daddy, they decided to keep my name. So Bombay I remained.

I don't think I'm fat though. I'm merely big-boned. Besides, can I help it if my brothers and sisters won't finish their food? Why waste a good thing? So I polish it all off for them. If you ask me, I'm doing efurrybody a favour.

~ Bombay

Bella

2006-03-08T06:29:00.000-08:00

My Name is Bella.

I'm called a Torbie. That's because my coat is a mixture of Tortoiseshell and Tabby.

I was adopted from the local Human Shelter my Mom and Dad. I was there with my sister and I was only eight weeks old. Since my oldest brother Magoo didn't like to play very much with my other brother Smudge, Mom and Dad thought Smudge could use a playmate. At first, I wasn't too crazy about my brothers. Magoo kept trying to sit on me, and Smudge wasn't interested in playing at all. But soon, Smudge and I were chasing each other all over the house.

Now even with the new kitte, Dolce, the three of us play a wicked game of tag in the hallways of our house.

Mistrie Rose

2006-03-07T11:13:00.000-08:00

Hi, I am Mistrie Rose. I live outside (by my choice) in The Big Piney Woods.

I am one of The Girls that make up The Calico Girls.

I love stinky goodness, sharpening my claws on the trees, climbing up high in the wood pile, peeking in at Patches and Mittens, chasing leaves, watching the wildlife on the pond, getting loves from Mine Mom. Someday, I might come in.....

~Mistrie~

Dolce salutes the Oscars

2006-03-06T17:59:00.000-08:00

Dolce wants to salute the Man in Black and the awesome movie about his life story.

She calls this one: I walk the Blinds

Calling all Tabbies and Torbies

2006-03-06T08:34:00.000-08:00

If you're a Tabby or a Torbie, then this the place for you. So if you want to join send an email to Fourfurrycats@hotmail.com.