NOMSS Day

Last year, I was really fortunate to have made three NOMS Friends by taking the dare from The Cat Realm. So I'd like to honor them today.

Here's Marie.

Dragonheart

And last but not least, Mickey Mantle


NOMS Friends Rock! Happy NOMS Friend Day!

A Great Big Thank You!

So, check this out. Dad brought in the mail on Friday night and said, "Guess what? T, you got some mail!" Now, I have never gotten any mail before, so this was very exciting. We were all wondering who it was from. I sniffed it and sniffed it. It smelled pretty good. And guess what?! It was from my great NOMSS Friend, Mickey Mantle.

This is the front of the card. (It's a picture of Mick, and he's waving to me.)

This was the note that he wrote to me.

These are the very nice treats that his very nice mom brought back from their vacation in the great city of Provincetown. They smelled delicious.

These are dawg cookies (in a fancy, bone shape), dipped in white frosting, and covered with delicious sprinkles. I have never had such a fancy treat before.

This is a special bar from my life coach, Jeter Harris. Although it looks like it's chocolate, it is made of carob. Which is dawg-safe. And also very delicious.

Here I am scoping out the bar. I am trying to remember the mantra that Jeter, my life coach, gave me. No barz, no barz, no barz...

Forget the mantra! I have decided to eat the whole thing in one sitting. Please notice the look on my face. This is the look I get when I'm trying to eat something I shouldn't. I get very still and avoid eye contact. If I don't move, then Mom won't notice that I'm holding something that I shouldn't.

Mom said, "No barz, Titus. No barz! Remember your mantra!" And then she took the bar away. She did give me a couple of pieces, though. And, of course, it was tasty.

Here I am checking out the frosting-dipped bone cookies. They smell delicious. And also like cats. Which are not delicious. Well, they may be, but that's not how I roll.

Trying to remember my mantra (no barz, no barz, no barz...)

These are deeee-lishus!

Thank you so much, Mickey and Jeter, for the cookies and bar. Mom says your mom is a great dawg treat picker outer. I am really lucky to have such great friends!

Oh, and Mom would like to thank your mom for sending the bubble wrap. That (combined with my mail) really cheered us up after the rough week we had.

(Mom and Dad fought over the bubble wrap a little. But they worked it out and ended up taking turns.)

The Dare on Tuesday

I took The Dare. I was lucky enough to be picked by two awesome mancats to be their NOMSS Friend and they were gracious enough to extend the same courtesy to me. I'm devoting a day to each of these guys and the order of appearance on our bloggie was determined the NFL way - by a coin toss (courtesy of Dad, since I don't have thumbs).

So without further ado, may I present my NOMSS Friend of the Day: Mickey Mantle




Mick and me, you see, have lots in common. We're both Whitesters and from the looks of his pictures, he's a pretty hairy guy, just like me. He has a great tail, which amuses his brother, Jeter Harris, to no end. We both have pink ears, and have been called "portly" from time to time. He has also tried his paw at competitive eating. He chows down on his food and then cleans up after the others - just like me! He also doesn't wear clothes or hats, even a NY Yankees hat. But that's cool because as far as I'm concerned, clothes are for the birds.

He lives with his Mom and Dad, and his sister, Kallie, and brothers, Jeter, Matsui, and Whitey. He started out in a cage at the North Shore Animal League. His Mom and Dad had recently lost another whitester, Syd, and called the NSAL. In about a week, they called his parents and the rest is history.

He's an inside/outside cat *and* he's a roof walker. Sweet! He's a very brave dude. He's never been stuck on the roof because he gets someone let him in the bathroom window.

According to his Catster page, he's very affectionate, loves to eat, and has a favorite, red chair. He is a founder of the Pure White Kitty Club on Catster, and takes care of all the PWKC business from his red chair.

He also has a bee-yoo-tee-ful girlfriend named Marilyn MonREOW. He writes bee-yoo-tee-ful poems to her regularly. He is truly a Renaissance Mancat and I'm happy to call him my NOMSS Friend.