Meow Meow Purr!!!!

This Cat is
Automatic, su-purr-sonic, hypnotic, frisky fresh
Work my body, so furr-odic, this purr rolls right through my chest
Everybody, cat and kitty, came to party
Grab somebody,work ya body, work ya body
Let me see you meow meow purr.

Rock it, Don't Stop it
Everybody play on the floor
Bat the fuzzy ball
We about to chase the bell
Let me see you meow meow purr
I love it when you meow meow purr
Everybody meow meow purr
We just love to purr

Catnip is
Outrageous, so contagious, make you crave it
kittens made it
My furr's been parted since the day I started
Strut my stuff and yes I flaunt it
Little mousies I pounce on em
No I can't control myself
Now let me do my meow meow purr

There you have my long awaited cover, which I have been dancing to on a pretty regular basis everyday except the ones I spent sidelined after surgery. Its the first time in my young kittenish life that I have ever really felt that Barry Bonds was anything but a boldfaced liar. I mean, I still don't get how the man can be layed up for a year after knee surgery, but I understand how hard that recovery period can be. Today was the first time I really scampered along the kitchen floor and pounced on the rug sending both this fluffers and aforementioned rug skittering into the cabinets.

Anyway, just wanted to share the tune for the moment. You can imagine how addictive it is, I may have to make a music video so I can show off my meowy purry goodness to the world. When I execute the back paw front paw crossover shuffle change, you would swear I am like Mikcat Barishnakov or something.

Purr,

Hippo

Pretty Kitty Back in Business!

So as a cat who cares whole-purr-edly about her fans, I thought it would be-paw me to let everyone know that I have survived the past few days and the surgery they have entailed. I'm a little tired, and a little more hesitant to purr, and Is seem to have four stitches on my pretty kitty tummy that are blue and I would really like to lick every second that I am not cat napping, but Baxter and Katie are just not allowing that to happen. Sad, really, since I do enjoy cleaning myself so much. The only thing that really irks me at this point is that I have this baby outfit that Baxter and Katie make me wear when I get to licking my tummy too much in earnest, and I look absolutely ridiculous in it. I managed to get it off one time while Katie and Baxter were at the mall, but then they put it back on.

But since I care more about attention than much of anything else, I figured I would post a couple of the best photos of me in my new outfit.









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and, since I haven't posted in a while, I thought I would include a couple of photos that were from before my surgery, but show my near-purrfect beauty in its full form.


me napping.


me and Katie kissing.


i like laying under the covers.


ready for my closeup!

Sunday Morning for the Hippo-Bear

Meow!

I know that it has been forever since this pretty kitty updated, but I have been both busy and seething in anger at the unfairness of www.kittenwar.com! I recognize that this site is awesome and addicting; who wouldn't like looking at kittens all day long? But from my time spent meowing and clicking on their website, I have noticed a pernicious problem of rampant discrimination against persian kitties. As a persian afficionado, I obviously noted the beautiful flat faced cats available for my purr-usal, and voted for them as often as possible. However, when I did, I would note that even the most fur-ocious and purr-fect of Persians would fall victim to fat cats, ugly cats, hiding cats, as long as they were not Persian! How can we live in the twenty-first century and still allow this travesty to purr-petuate itself? I declare, affirmative action for Persians!

Luckily for my adoring fans out there, I have a few new photos of my meow-tiful self to share. I have an online photo album somewhere; maybe Katie or Baxter will share it at some point. I would also like to note that I was subjected to the ridiculousness of a bath yesterday, which was purr-fectly AWFUL, but now my fur is lush and soft. At least there was only one casualty - I got a good scratch in on Katie's face. Baxter escaped unharmed.

Onto the photos!


this is me in a bag in Baxter's office, chilling while he worked on his orals. Luckily he passed or I might still be there for moral support.


This is how I look after attacking the canopy. It is not one of my better facial pictures, but it gives you a sense of my fur-ocious nature.


This is me on top of my new cat condo! It is very fun, and I especially enjoy convincing Katie and Baxter that I scratch it and not the couch when it is clear that the couch is very dear to my claws.


Inside the cat condo. I love the view.


I am posing here on my favorite bedspread, the quilt Katie and Baxter got as a wedding present. It is on the bed all of the time and I enjoy posing with such bright colors.


this is me on my stool. Katie sometimes uses it to reach things up high in the kitchen, but obviously it belongs to me. I was stretched out here between it and the laundry basket.


and finally, me taking a nap in the laundry. Obviously BEFORE I had the bath that left me soft and sparkling. But I am purr-fect all the same.

Hippo Rox!

so since i figured that i have some fans out here in the Hippoverse, I am making my first fur-ray intp fashion modelling. Persian cats, as you know, are by far the most beautiful specimens of kittens available, so I thought i would enter myself into a little contest to verify this truth. So Vote For ME!!!!! http://kittenwar.com/kittens/3045/ - it has to be approved by a moderator, so if you go tonight, you might not get to see my kitty beautifulness, but you should check back until it's possible!

Pretty kitty signing out!

Purr, Hippo

congrat-purr-lations! (or, an email sent to Baxter upon completion of his Master's Degree)

Meow,
Katie just purred that you had passed your orals, so I wanted to send
a hearty meow-ra! I'm purr-sitive that it was my cat-like brilliance
in napping on your books that helped you to vict-meow-ry, so I will
expect payment in those delectable xs and os as soon as you get home.
I heard you might be taking a va-cat-ion soon, so I thought perhaps we
could catnap together while watching Desperate Housecats - it' a new
favorite of mine.

Purrs and Kisses,
Your Baby Cat Hippo

PS - I was so happy I even snorted once or twice!

Meow for Fighting

I can’t stand to purr
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to meow
The fluffy part of me

I’m more than a tabby...i’m more than a Maine
More than some pretty pouf beside a train
It’s not meow-y to be me

Wish that I could meow
Fall upon my paws
Find a way to fluff
About a windowledge I’ll never see

It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even Persians have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me

I can’t stand to purr
I’m not that naive
Cats weren’t meant to meow
With chow between their paws

I’m only a cat
In a funny red sheet
And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...

Its not easy to be me

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The hippoverse has been busy the last couple of days, what with Katie cleaning all the time and a constant feeling that I might be about to get a bath, not to mention the foreboding that comes from knowing a vet visit is imminent. But I promised to update with new pictures for my devoted fans, and this pretty kitty tries not to dissapoint. I'm feeling a little stuffy, but these photos are purr-ific, if I do say so myself. Some of them were taken in the effort to get the perfect Easter shot, which many of you received in your meow-mail a few weeks ago. For those of you who missed out, this is a purr-fect chance to fix your gaze on a beautiful Persian.

Lazy Saturday in the Hippoverse

The last couple of days have involved intense brushing in the Hippo-verse. I had many mats and am glad that my fur is now looking purrific. Also, the sunshine has made my perch upon the window sill behind Katie and Baxter's bed even more ideal, though it is marred by the occasional rolling off onto the bed.

Un-fur-tunately, I seem to have spread more ringworm to Katie, but I cannot keep myself from sleeping on her face. She does not seem to like it when I cat-uate myself perfectly, since it usually involves my butt in her face, but I happen to think it is a lovely seating arrangement.

New Pictures Soon!

Purr,
Hippo

Janice Dickinson is Like The Opposite of Catnip

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!! I just got, the coolest toy of all time. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my fishypole and the long green stick thing with the pink elastic and the bell on the end. Even the plastic balls with a little bell inside are worth a couple solid minutes of fun, up until I kick them under the couch or lose them somewhere random. Nonetheless, this toy is ricockulous (I'm not sure what that word means, it wasn't in the dictionary or the thesaurus, which are two of my favorite new non-battable/bitable/scratchable toys, but I think it fits in here). Its a neony-blue spinny base with four little dangly toy things from it. There is a pink sparkly puff and a long string and a pink ladybug and a jingly bell. Not only can I choose to fight with any of the various extremeties, I can bat them in succession to spin the whole thing around. Loves it.

Katie is finally home, which makes me purr all over. Its nice to have another person to pet me, though it does entail another person who can clean me as well. I think Baxter is so concerned with my being mad at him that he washes a little gentler than he needs to. While I suppose I was a little dirtier than necessary for those two weeks, I forgot how nice it is to have my adorable white kitty face so clean and beautiful. It makes it even more likely that I will attack the mirror in the bedroom.

As one last note, let me say thanks for all the positive responses I've gotten on the PersisMeowMeow story. Maybe I will make a story book about it. If you have any interest in illustrating it, drop me a line at my new email address. I know I'm a little backward on my technology angle, starting with a blog and working back to email, but I'm so fluffy and adorable, give me a break. Hit me up at Hippopotameow AT gmail.com

Purr,

Hippo

The Legend of PersisMeowMeow

Hi, my name is Hippopotameow, and I have March Madness. I admit it, I am addicted to the NCAA tournament. Initially I just watched because without Katie here I figured Baxter could use the company, but I got into it really fast. The drama, the excitement, the last minute action. Sometimes its so much that I simply have to curl into a tight little ball and take a nap. Not to mention, there are alot of teams named after cats, I am just surprised there is not a school whose mascot is the Persian.

Some people, of course, are not aware that Persians are among the most ferocious of all the smaller cats. I was playing with Baxter the other day and attacking my kitty brush, then my catness took over and I lit into Baxter's hand attempting to rip it off at the elbow. After he pulled it away I explained that sometimes I just lose myself in the attack. Its like my ancestors who chased all the tigers out of persia. Baxter apparently did not even know this story, so I was telling him the legend of PersisMeowMeow, the first cat to ever move to persia.

PersisMeowMeow was a beautiful gray cat and he lived near Egypt. One day he was simply bored with the whole being worshipped pyramid thing so he decided to go East. He was a big fan of General Tso's Tuna, a new dish he had just gotten to sample from the local chinese buffet in Cairo. As a result he thought he would take a leisurely trot accross the Middle East and into China, napping in the soft desert sands along the way. After a couple days of traveling PersisMeowMeow encountered a gigantic band of travelers, refugees even, fleeing to the West. "Where are you all going?" the small gray cat asked, adding "Do you perhaps have a bite of fish to spare? I've been eating nothing but camels for most of my journey."

"Oh beautiful cat," one of the pack replied, "We are an unfortunate people seeking refuge from our homeland. An evil clan of tigers has invaded our beautiful home and chased us away. It would take an entire army to remove them and we have not the resources."

"I am deeply moved by your plight." PersisMeowMeow responded. "Lead me back to this home of yours and I will see what I can do."

The people were of course skeptical, but without options, they followed the kitten's adorable hoppy gait. After a few days they reached their homeland and PersisMeowMeow could see, even from a distance, the enormous orange and black beasts that roamed the streets and homes of this once proud place. "Wait here" he told the flock of refugees. "I will go on alone."

One of the tigers noticed the cat approaching. He was a cocky young animal and joked to his tiger friends "Watch me impress the local tigresses as I rip this cat to shreds." He raced off into the sand towards PersisMeowMeow. Though all the people behind him feared for his life, the smaller cat stood his ground and at the last minute, PersisMeowMeow crouched, shook his butt, and attacked, knocking the predator to the ground and holding a sharp kitten-claw to his throat.

"Go to your leader and bring him or her to me. Tell them that PersisMeowMeow wishes to "speak" to them." The large creature crawled away, slowly at first, then sprinting with his tail between his legs, failing to ignore the guffaws of his fellows and the giggles of the tigresses nearby. Only minutes later a tiger who dwarfed all the others appeared. Sauntering slowly towards the gray kitten he roared "What do want of me? Why do you bring these miserable people alongside you?"

"I am PersisMeowMeow and I come to request that you give these people back their homes. Surely such intelligent members of the feline family can find some way to coexist with these peaceful folk. Besides, you have already proven your ability to best them in combat. What chance do they stand against your kittenish wiles?"

"Silly domestic. We have taken this land as our own. We enjoy the facilities the humans have built here and have no desire to share. Besides, we are not kittens. We are majestic predators who have far outevolved your purring silliness. We do not share our living space with them. We have heard of your trip to China, and we shall let you pass. But they must turn around and leave, lest they be devoured."

"I had hoped it would not come to this. But if it must be the case, we shall battle. BRING IT!!!!!!!!"

A fierce battle ensued, the mighty tiger and the smaller cat. A cloud of sand surrounded the fierce combatants. After several minutes the dust began to clear and atop the orange furry mess stood PersisMeowMeow, grey and proud.

"Now," he softly but firmly purred "your tiger kind will leave this place. Go on to China and fetch me some General Tso's Tuna!!"

Fearing for their lives the great beasts followed their leader and dashed to the East. "What happened!?!?!" they demanded of their leader. "What will we do!"

"Oh we will show that PersisMeowMeow! We will go to China alright, but we WILL NOT bring back his General Tso's Tuna!!"

The people rejoiced and raised PersisMeowMeow on a slik cushion singing his praises to the sky. "Thank you thank you beautiful kitten!" They cried. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am." PersisMeowMeow replied. "Though it appears that my face has been smooshed in the fight."

The people were so pleased to have their homes back that they did everything for the cat. They provided him with their most succulent dish, something they called "Kitten Chow" and gave him free reign to climb or nap anywhere he wished. They brushed his long beautiful fur and brought him a beautiful female cat, so they could have many kittens. They even went so far as to name all his descendents and even their new country Persia, after the cat that had saved them. As a reminder of his bravery amongst all other cats, Persians even today have the same smooshed face as their great great great grandkitten.

The End.

Such a beautiful story. It gets me right here. And right here.

Purr,

Hippo

H-H-H Hippo, Beautiful Hip-po, you're the only c-c-c-cat that I adore

I know that it has been forever since I updated, but I blame that on Katie and Baxter. They went out of town last weekend for the longest time EVER and turned off Katie's computer so that I could not update on my own. When laptops are around, it's almost a shame not to update, but I was far too lazy to bother figuring out how to boot up the desktop.

This week has been a lot of medicine, and I am not pleased. However, I have been placated with many toys that I deign to consider, knowing they are intended to make me feel less bad about the dreaded yellow towel and pink bubblegum medicine. It's easy for a kitty to be grumpy under those circumstances. Add in that I accidentally jumped into the bathtub yesterday while there was still two inches of draining water in it from Katie's shower and you are lucky that I am not permanently hiding under the bed.

The one thing continually brightening my mood is the fact that I have figured out how to sit on the window ledge in the bedroom underneath the venetian blinds and the canopy, and look out the window. No bother that I usually fall off, land on Baxter's head, and wake him up while he is sleeping. The view is breathtaking.

Purr,
Hippo

Oh, Give me the Meow Cat and Make Me Purr, I Want to Get Lost in Your Fluffy Fur

I know its been a while, but its been hectic in the Hippo-verse. To begin with Katie and Baxter left me for like three full days, which was not at all purrific. I had to sit around watching College Gameday all by my lonesome with a bag of Kitten Chow and a dish of cream. If I had freaking opposable thumbs and could rock either a whisk or the stand mixer I would have whipped it up and dipped strawberries in it. Maybe not strawberries. Prolly Kitten Chow. Maybe tuna.

Regardless, I have been told that the debate season is winding down and that while Katie will be out of town during Spring Break, Baxter and I will have plenty of time to discuss Heidegger, which normally Katie frowns upon. I have been trying to determine what exactly is the necessity of "Being-towards" versus "Being-alongside." I have been trying to read Being and Time with Baxter, but for some reason he moves me away whenever I attempt to sit on the book and read. Not to mention that he won't even let me read the first chapter of "Crash." Something about destroying my kittenish innocence.

Two closing notes today:

1) I recently succeeded in my first epic battle against the evil canopy. I worked on it pretty hard over the weekend and after a number of flying attacks, I brought down its Katie-side flank sometime Monday evening. I only had about 12 hours in which to celebrate my victory though, since when I awoke from a mid-afternoon nap it had returned to form. I have a new strategy which I will soon deploy...

2) Bo Bice is the my meow. Some of the h8rs (I just started with my txt lingo) thought that his version of "Driftaway" (which in tribute I have re-written, see the title) just got lucky, but he rocked the house last night. When Simon is willing to say that a rocker gave one of the best male performances in Idol history you know it means something. He, at least implicitly, seemed to be comparing it to Fantasia's version of "Summertime" which I did not see, but read about meowstensively. I dig him like he was a patch of fresh catnip.

Purr,

Hippo

I have been so pleased with my own beauty the past few days that I just haven't had the paws to update. Today Baxter gave me a new yellow ball to bat around our lovely abode, and wow am I tired from all that strain. However, I have figured out that even when my toy goes behind the computer, into Katie's shoe, or under a table, my excellent flexibility prevent me from having to get help! I have excellent dexterity in my arms, being the powerful hippo kitty that I am.

To Root -- my life is taking deep breaths. i am convinced we are soul mates.

Purr,

Hippo

pictures of my lovely hippopotameow-cat self

in my infinite kitty wisdom, i have finally figured out how to get html coding to post beautiful photos of myself over christmas and hanging out. everyone agrees i am a star!

Me!!!!!

Grrr

So today in the process of cleaning up the apartment for what seems to be some sort of upcoming debate event, Katie and Baxter closed the hole in the bedspring in which i have been hiding. This is monumentally frustrating - where will I go to get away from them? Not that I want to hide all that often, but a kitty needs her alone time.

I am excited for the Project Runway Marathon tomorrow. Several of the episodes took place before I came to live with Baxter and Katie, so I'm a little confused. I know that I am a Jay fan, but I'd like to see where the storylines originated - it's so hard to be an organic intellectua-cat when media is so scattered and without purpose.

I'm finally starting to get dry from the bath I had this morning, which is no piece of cake with my beautiful, lush fur.

Sleepy time for Hippo Cat.

Purr,
Hippo