Showing posts with label Mousies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mousies. Show all posts

Monday, October 20, 2014

Kittinis and Mousies

Name: Little Miss Sunshine aka Sunshine aka Sunny aka Chloe
Turn-ons: Stepping on the iTunes key on the keyboard
                 Sleeping in boxes
                 Climbing ladders
                 Playing with water
                 Opening cabinets
                 Hiding in the Christmas tree Mochie, how do you erase on this thing?
Hobbies: Snooping Investigating, Birdwatching
Favorite toy: Rubber bands
Favorite foods: Mousies, bread, and tuna
Archenemy: What's that?

Hi. I'm Sunny. At the veterinary hospital where I met my mom, Krista Davis, they called me Chloe. I rather liked that name but then, I like being called Sunshine, too. My mom sings (very badly) a song to me about being her sunshine. It's kind of sweet, if a little pathetic.

Since it's cat week, I'm filling in for Mom today. If you're a cat, you probably know that the Manual of Feline Decorum requires that we run the household without letting anyone know that's what we're doing. It's a tough job but someone has to do it. Our poor people and (snort) dogs are so clueless that they would be lost without us. You'll see what I mean later.

Right about now The Maffini Princesses are probably getting their hackles up. Oh, relax! It would do you good to have a cat around.

The Maffini Princesses in disguise. They can't fool me!

My brother Mochie, who is about to turn 18 in human years! I think that's like 800 in cat years.

Lucky for me, my brother Mochie trained our mom for years before I arrived. When he wants food, he lifts his food dish and drops it so that it clatters. It's the most amazing thing - Mom comes running every time! Hehehe. Sometimes I think he does it just to test her. There are rumors of her being trained by another calico named Fang before Mochie came on the scene. They say Fang broke her of the notion that cats should use the human toilet. I'm grateful for that!

In honor of cat week, my mom made Kittinis and mousies. She calls my brother and me kittinis, so that's what she named this cocktail that she designed just for us.


1 cat-size martini glass
1 can unsalted tuna fish
1 sprig fresh catnip

Pour 1-2 teaspoons of juice from the tuna can into the martini glass. Garnish with fresh catnip.

Kittini ingredients.

Catnip garnish!!! Purrrr.

Who doesn't love a Kittini?

I'm embarrassed for my mom, but this is an example of how helpless humans are. I thought everyone knew that mousies should be served raw, like steak tartare. I was pretty excited when Mom said she was making mousies for cat week. Sigh. Frankly, these would never fool a cat. They might look like mousies but they don't smell like them or taste like them. They're really not even good for batting practice.

not for cats or dogs

1 pan moist brownies (I used The Best Brownies)
1 1/2 to 2 cups chocolate chips
pearl sugar (for eyes)
black licorice (for tails)
sliced almonds (for ears)

Melt  chocolate chips in the microwave. Stir until smooth. Roll cooled brownies into mouse shapes. Dip in chocolate, remove with a fork to a sheet of parchment paper. Pierce the rear with a toothpick and insert licorice tail. Add almonds for ears and pearl sugar for eyes. Allow to dry. Keep refrigerated.

Mom was upset when she realized that the licorice wouldn't untwist. In the end, we kind of liked the kinky tails, but if you ask me or Mochie, they still weren't proper mousies.

I have never climbed a window screen. I don't know who that is in the picture.

I'm an expert at hiding.

Oh dear! Have the Maffini Princesses come to visit?

Pose for you? If I must, but only on the mantel, with the breakable decorations.
Did you know that I'm in a book? My name has been changed to Twinkletoes to protect my reputation. But everyone knows I'm the inspiration for Twinkletoes! In THE GHOST AND MRS. MEWER, I even helped find the body. I told you people need our help. That's me with Trixie on the cover.

The book won't be out until December 2nd, but mom said I can give away an advance reading copy to one person who leaves a comment here by midnight October 21st. It has an ugly orange cover, but the story inside is the same. So leave a comment with your email address so I can contact you if you win!

Blogging is exhausting. Must . . . nap . . . now . . .