I Love to Go (or It's My Birthday and I'll Drive if I Want to)

It's my birthday today. I am two. That makes me 36 according to the pet age calculator here. Here's a video of me dashing through the snow of a Chicago winter day on Broadway avenue. I go everywhere with my Daddy. I love to go.

Ho, Ho, Home for the Holidays

A rainy Christmas Day in Chicago this year.  Doesn't that set the fur to hackling?   Snow, on the other paw, I love.  I'm not too partial to this Santa hat, but I can deal with it.  I do love my Christmas gift sweater knitted by Eva Jasper our friend though.  She is a true feline.  By the way, here I am on the mantle top with my sleigh, some presents, and watching ACharlie Brown Christmas.  I like Woodstock the best though (lightly grilled, preferrably.  Just kidding birds.)  Have a nice Holiday Season everyone, and remember:  if Santa's not watching you, I am.

Happy Thanksgiving - My Family is Going on a Nice Trip Somewhere, and All I Got Was this Lousy Turkey

So they are off somewhere no doubt fabulous and I have to stay home (home, moi!) entertaining my friends Yves and Kathy the Petsitters. If I wasn't so good-natured I would really go feline over it. Anyhow, I hope the grub is good. I had a delicious meal last year (pictured above). Pass the red please, Yves. Hey, starting Tuesday, I get to fly for free when I pass ride (in the continental United States anyway). Hooray! May the FURS be with you.

I'm back in Chicago!

I had a wonderful two weeks with Lola my Yellow Labrador Retriever and best friend, and with my other good friend Allen (her human companion). I also got to hang with the birds including "Bird" a grey parrot (the smartest bird in the world they say). I don't think Bird likes me. Daddy and I flew back (First Class, the plane was not very full) from White Plains (HPN) (an airport code can't start with a W so this is "wHite PlaiNs" in Westchester County, NY). It's good to be home. Here's a picture of me and Lola from July this year.

I'm So Glad for Halloween Eve, My Fur Stands on End!

As I always say, it's the claws that refreshes.

Connecticut, I am Here!

Yesterday after work my Daddy and I flew standby as pass-riders from ORD (Chicago) to BDL (Hartford, Connecticut). Because the plane was not full we got first class (Daddy sat in 3A, I got my very own seat in front of him, right under 2A.) It was rather fun and I was not at all scared, not on the bus, on the L train, or even at the airport when I had to come out of my travel bag to go through security. While waiting for our plane (a Boeing 757), I met a nice lady from England (now living in Scotland) who told me all about her own cat who she recently had to put to sleep (?) after "14 years". Fourteen years! I can't stay awake 14 hours, sometimes not even 14 minutes without my nap!

It's a beautiful day in the country here, the sun is shining and it is around 55 degrees. Here's a picture from the summertime on the porch. Best if all, though, I am with my best friend, Lola. Lola is a yellow Labrador retriever and we love to play chase-the-cat. I always win - at least, so far.

Why am in in Connecticut? Because Daddy is going to Hawaii and I can't go there without too much red tape (?) - something about rabies and quarantines (?) because Hawaii (which is a long airplane flight away) doesn't have rabies, unlike the mainland (where we live). I know all about rabies as my vet, Dr. Marks, gives me shots for it. (Daddy's note: it's to prevent rabies, Tav.)

Bath Day

Every Saturday my Daddy gives me a bath. He says it's so we can live together, he says he is allergic to me. To ME! I know it's coming when he starts the bath running (he never takes a bath in the morning himself), then puts three towels in the clothes dryer. That's when I go hide. For some reason, he always seems to find me though. Today he found me hiding under the couch, next to the stereo subwoofer. I don't put up much of a fight when he catches me, because I know he means well: He puts me in the bathroom sink filled with warm water then scrubs me with a hypoallergenic soap called Purpose. Then it's into the bathtub for the rinse cycle. It's filled right up to my chin, but my head never gets wet. Sometimes I even like the bathtub part because it's really warm. But I like the hot towel rub-down is even better. Afterwards, I go off and lick myself dry. After a little me time, I'm myself again. Here I am drying myself, July last year.

But after I dried off today in the warm apartment we went for a drive in the car. I went to the supermarket (Treasure Island), to Walgreen's, to Jewel (another supermarket where you park on the roof!), then to the dry cleaners. I love to stand on my hind feet with my front paws on the car door with the window down. I supposedly look like Rin Tin Tin, whoever that was. And when we come home, my Dad opens the car door and lets me walk all by myself to the hallway door. He says I'm a homing cat.

My first post

My name is Tavist Dee. You may call me Tavist. I also answer to Tav. Or not. I am a cat, specifically an American Short Hair Classic Silver Tabby. I was born in Los Angeles, I live in Chicago, and I travel the world with my Flight Attendant family in search of fun. These are my adventures. Join me.