Monday, July 16, 2012

My wonderful belly

I am happy. And I like to keep a nice clean body, what's wrong with that? I spend a lot of time cleaning my belly. Gary calls it my udder. That's not very nice. It is a nice belly though. In fact, when I'm lying on my back sleeping (as I do every afternoon) it's not uncommon for my people to come up and motorboat my belly. I've been told that loving on my belly is akin to sunrises, sunsets, new babies, and chocolate. Yes, I'm that nice. I am loved. I am happy.

Monday, December 27, 2010

I got a boa for Christmas!

Christmas 2010 - Getzger's feather boa

My wonderful bean friend Rebbie gave me a luscious feather boa for Christmas. It was really nice and it kept my face warm during my sleep.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Impressive Belly

Getzger Cat continues to amaze and amuse us

Gary took my picture while I was busy grooming my impressive belly. My tongue got tired so I looked up and then there was Gary with the camera and everyone was laughing and so I tried to see what was so funny but I must have missed something. Honestly, Gary's not all that funny.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Thursday, July 9, 2009

25 Things about Me

1. I am a purebred Abyssinian, blue in color. That means grey. And I'm that way because I carry a recessive gene for "dilute".

2. I was born August 20, 2002 in the Davis kitchen. My mother's name was Jesse and there were six kittens in my litter.

3. I was born to be sold, but they wouldn't take me because I had a bump on my leg that was from a healed break. That was weird, because nobody ever saw that I'd had a broken leg. I'm fine now. You can't even see where it was.

4. I am obese. Abyssinians are supposed to be slightly built cats. But I'm hefty. And I'm fat on top of that. I weigh about 15 lbs. A surprising amount of that is muscle. I am very, very strong.

5. My first name was Ace. As in Ace Ventura, Detective Pet. But it just didn't fit me. So thanks to some kid silliness, I gradually became known as Getzger. It seems to fit me a lot better.

6. In addition to having a facebook page, I have my very own gmail account, a blog, I'm on twitter, and I have my own group on Flickr.

7. I have an eating disorder. Abys are known for being very busy and very habitual cats. So it's just part of what I do. I patrol the house many times a day and every time I go into the kitchen, I have to stop and eat. It's just the way it is. It's a habit. It's the same thing that causes me to jump into the bathtub every time I follow someone into the bathroom. Oh, and lick the soap. I don't know why I do it. I just do.

8. I'm kind of afraid of the cat door. So when I go through it I have to test it repeatedly with my head and paws. A lot.

9. If you google my name, it comes up with lots of things about me. Oh, and some guy has parked the domain so I can't buy it. I've tried. I think would be nifty.

10. As you may be aware, I love to ride in the car. When someone gets their keys and bag, I know it's my chance. I beg at the door, meowing loudly. Then I dash into the garage and wait for someone to open the car door. Then I jump inside, scratch the back of the seat, then jump into the back seat. I meow a lot when we drive. And look out the windows. People never wave at me, oddly enough. I guess people aren't surprised to see at cat in a car.

11. I've been on TV. I was at church, getting my annual blessing from Father Ken, and the local TV news covered the event. My blessing was on the news!

12. My belly is so fat that Gary calls in an udder.

13. Gary also calls me "Duallies" because my middle and back end is larger than my front end. So from the rear, I look like a truck with duallies.

14. I am not a lap cat. I don't sit ON people. But I love to love them. I'm a really good lover. I put my forehead on them and stand there purring. I also do hair. I purr a lot. I've been told I have a very calming purr.

15. I love visitors! When people come to the house I'm first to greet them. I talk to them and purr at them and jump on the table to get closer to them so they can pet me.

16. I'm a good watch-cat. If there's a strange noise outside or if someone strange is in the driveway, it makes me growl. I can growl really good. Sometimes it even makes Sprinky growl.

17. My favorite human is Alek. I like to follow him to bed and sleep under the covers alongside him. But after a while I get bored (I get bored a lot) and I often spend the night sleeping on the couch. Once in a while I sleep with Ginger and Gary. Though Tubby always has the best spot already taken.

18. I've trained the family to leave the kitchen tap dripping for me. If I hear someone turn on the water, I come running as fast as I can. I knock things over sometimes, but someone always fixes it.

19. To combat my eating problem, Ginger has been researching cat doors with access collars. So they can lock me out of food. That is so mean.

20. I really, really love to go outside. I used to be addicted to hunting snakes. But they don't let me outside anymore, even supervised. Last fall I got really, really sick and almost died. Ginger doesn't want to risk that happening again. So I stand at the door and hope.

21. I've been to the drive through bank, the drive through pharmacy, to McDonald's and Andy's. One time they offered me a "Kitty Cone". It wasn't. It had ice cream in it. Yuck.

22. Though I do like ice cream when it's left sitting in a bowl. When Ginger is eating something and gets to the end of the bowl, I can always tell she's almost done and so I come stand near her and wait, loudly. Then when she puts the bowl down, I lick it clean.

23. I spend my time doing three things, in about equal measure. 1) Sleeping...duh. 2) Looking out the window. 3) Patrolling my home and investigating the status of everything.

24. I also play with things. I love to play fetch. Note that I said play. It means I beg, you throw, I chase, then I stand there looking lost. I used to know how to fetch. I sorta forgot. I do that a lot.

25. When we had an aquarium I had a problem eating the fish out of it. Nothing worked to teach me to stay away. So Ginger beat me. Seriously. It hurt really bad. I cried. But I never went near it again. Not even close. I might be a dumb cat, but I'm not THAT stupid.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


You know what the most common thing posted on a blog is? It's where the blog writer apologizes for not attending his blog and getting behind on informing the webspace all about his life. I'm not gonna do that.

You see. I am a cat. And I have no sense of time. Every day is just another day. Every minute is right now. I don't think about yesterday or tomorrow. I have no guilt. I just am. I don't care that I'm fat. I don't care that the food bowl is grubby or that some fool cat just left barf on the bed. I live each moment in the here and now and I continually seek whatever pleases me at that moment. There is freedom in that.

Humans get so caught up in what they ought to do, are supposed to do, shouldn't have done, etc. What's the point? Live. Live and be happy. Spend more time in sunbeams or curled up on the bed. Or watching squirrels play. Or wandering aimlessly through the house in search of fun. But don't feel bad about what is in the past or has yet to come. apologies for slacking on my blog posting. I had better things to do. And when I have something important that I want to say, I'll be back. Until then...purrs and head-bonks.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The car

I like to ride in the car.  I think that most cats don't like it much because everyone makes such a big deal out of it when the find this out.  When Ginger gets her purse from her room and I can hear the keys jangle, it means that she's going somewhere.  And that makes me excited!  I want to go!  I really lose my head and act stupid, too.  I wind around her feet, meowing and crying loudly, and I watch (very carefully) to see when she will actually head for the door.  Because I don't want to miss it!

I paw at the door, I yell some more.  I try very hard to tell her exactly how desperately I need to get into the car.  Sometimes, when I'm very lucky and it's a very good day, she will say "okay!" and she'll open the door and let me into the garage.  Then she walks to her door and opens the door.  That's when I know I'm supposed to go into the car.  And I DO!  I love this part!  I always stop and mark the car as MINE by clawing the seat.  And then I go to the back seat and wait for the driving part.  I look out the windows as we back out.  It's really hard to stay standing up when the car changes direction. My feet are kinda small and not really made for all this side-to-side stuff.  So I fall down a lot.

Soon we're on the road and I love this part!  I put my front paws on the car door and my nose hits the glass.  On every window there's a nice line of my nose prints!  How wonderful!  When I get tired of falling down, I jump to the back window.  There's a nice place to lie down there, but when I raise my butt for happiness thoughts, the space gets too small and it makes me want to get out of there.  It is nice, though, to sit there and watch the other cars.  The people never look at me.  They're busy.  This confuses Ginger and she wonders if people truly don't notice or they just don't care that they see at cat in the window of the car ahead of them.  I never see any other cat in cars when we're out.  Never. 

Sometimes when I get tired I sit in Lanie's carseat. It makes a nice chair to curl up in and it feels safe.  She says she's leaving the seat in the car just for me, even though she's nine.  It works very well...unless Ginger slams on the brakes hard.  She laughed at me when I found myself flying through the air and whacking into the back of her seat.

I have been to all the kids' schools, the grocery store, the bank, to Walgreens, to Wendy's and even to get frozen custard at Andy's.
One time the nice people at Andy's asked Ginger if I wanted a "kitty cone".  I said YES! but I was pretty upset to find that they meant a "kiddie cone" and it was yukky.  There was even one time I pumped gas with Alek!

But mostly I am just a cat and I am always glad to be back home with my other cats and with the couch that smells good.