Hello, all. It's been a few days since either of us have posted. The English Feeder went to Boston for work and we are waiting for his return. I thought his only work was feeding us!
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I'm Ernest
This is my best picture (so far)
This is Fritz
He's my best mate
Why I'm Ernest
I was going to be given the same name as Ernest Shackelton's cat. However, one who feeds me discovered that this cat was called "Mrs Chippy." This was never really going to work for me, although it seems "she" was a "he" anyway. I'm told Mrs Chippy (pictured above) wasn't Ernest's cat, albeit he was technically (and ultimately all too practically), under his command. Whilst Mrs Chippy may have been happily resigned to the name, as a fellow Tom Cat from a rather tougher neighbourhood, it didn't work for me. Trust me, it would't fly in Harlem.
So, Ernest I am. Both Mr Shackelton and Mrs Chippy embarked on the same adventure, and either would have been worthy namesakes. Mrs Chippy had a diary, this blog is mine.
If you have the time you can read this and start to learn more about Mr Shackelton and Mrs Chippy's story.
One who feeds me went to the same school as Ernest Shackleton, hence this pre-occupation.
I now live in an apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan with my mate Fritz and the two feeders, one English and one not.
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Oh, Fritz, you look forlorn! Has Ernest passed out frum hunger? We may need to call on the cats of the blogosphere for help! You can teleport ofur to any ofur cat's home by gettin comfy, closin yur eyes, an repeating where you wanna go 7 times. We learned this to go to a Napathon last year - we had to say "Transport me to Patches' closet" (but I said transpatch me to Porches' closet an had to start ofur). So teleport ofur an we'll feeds you!
Purrs
We agree. The beans work should totally revolve around our needs and wants. It kinda gets lonely though when they leave doesn't it? Our Paw went off to Catifornia this week. Annie is very sad 'cause she's a daddy's girl.
That's neat that Ernest chirps and coos too. Does he meow? Reno doesn't meow. Well, he does if he gets locked in the garage accidentally.
Luf, Us
Fritz, you look like you is gonna cry. someone call 9-1-1 Ernest fainted!
I hope that you get some food soon. I hate to go without food!
Poor Fritz, I wish you didn't look so sad! And look at you, Ernest! I never knew you had that cute little triangle mark on your chin. Is that your goatee?
we hafs nefer bisited yus befores. we is glad to meets yus. mommees says yus are pertty kittys. she likes fritzes blck beard.
yuki & kimiko
Beautiful picture of you two sweeties.
I hope your feeder is home now, how naughty of him to leave you!
~Princess
Didn't he leave you a gigantic mountain of food? If our humans go away for a few days Mom leaves us enough food for about a month. I guess she's afraid we'll starve or something!
Ernest, if you need some food, come on over.
George
Thanks for all your concern! Luckily Ernest and I have two Feeders. The American Feeder had the pleasure of feeding us. The English Feeder returned home last night, so all is well in our household.
I do find that cats do not always appreciate that their feeders or slaves do not always want to go away and leave them. I spend time looking for cats when I am way, and miss mine and constantly look behind to see where they are when I am walking. So, all is well now, and you are all together. Soon mine will be noticing the big bag coming out again as I have to go to London. I think Pixie has plans to come too. She would not like it. London is big and smelly.
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