Hi. My name is Jim Colet. I’ve had the good fortune of having many cats accompany me through my walk of life. Because of them, many unique experiences happened to me that would not have otherwise. I’ve had dogs too, but this book isn’t about dogs. Maybe the next will be.

My feline friends not only kept me company, but they taught me some very invaluable philosophical lessons. The first lesson is to take the good with the bad. Not everything in life is fun and nitrous oxide. I’ve learned to laugh when I can and cry where appropriate.

The second lesson is to enjoy and have as much fun with life as possible. Cats are a purrfect example of this. They can amuse themselves with almost anything. The whole world can be their playground; from a tiny broken fragment of some unidentifiable object batted around like a super-agile hockey player to Hulka-mania wrestling with the hallway throw rug. And of course there’s the toilet paper attack that I’m sure most cat lovers have witnessed personally.

In that vein, I have tried to take mundane situations or potentially threatening ones and turn them around to sources of comedy and entertainment. My book is guaranteed to elicit many chuckles and giggles from you and possibly a few bold belly laughs. And of course you may shed a tear here and there, remembering the lesson to take the good with the bad. I never thought I would become a comedy writer but I guess that’s what my cats have been training me to be.

I’ve had compliments about my book like, “I just loved it”, “awesome”, “it left me wanting more”. One lady said she read a particular chapter to her husband and he about choked with laughter. (Therefore, please consult your physician before reading my book. Ask him if My Life in a Cat House is right for you.). I won’t tell you which chapter that was. I’ll let you discover it for yourself.

After writing my book, I felt tuned into cats enough to conjecture what life must look like through their eyes. In this site I attempt to turn everyday occurrences into ones of hilarity and entertainment. So in that endeavor, I turn the website controls over to my beloved cat, BeeBop. He will entertain you with his observations in life at “BeeBop’s Blogs”.

Another young college couple came to us one day and handed over their cat, Rollo, to kitty-sit for six days. Rollo was a bright-eyed, orange and white, long-haired tom. I chatted with his owners for a while and heard about many of his charming personality traits. He was obviously dearly loved. The husband told me that Rollo would reach up to the doorknob in the morning, Read the rest of this entry »

Nice Post. It’s really a very good article. I really appreciate you sharing it with us. Thank you, Gwyn

Hi BeeBop. I want to tell you about my cat, Velcro. She’s a little puker too. Before she does, she makes a sound like “uga, uga, uga”. When me or my husband hear it we rush over and grab her and put her over the tile floor or put a paper towel under her face. It keeps us on our toes.

Dear Gwyn & Anita: Thanks for your comments. Gwyn; do you have little furry buddies of your own? Tell me about them.

Anita; that’s good that you don’t let Velcro sleep up there. You are right, you might have had a stealth puking.

Actually I’m going to tell you a secret – don’t tell anybody else. We cats are really mini-gods put here on Earth t o try and take care of you humans. When you rush over to us when we’re up-chucking we’re making you guys exercise.

It’s part of Super Cat’s 9 directives to us cats on Earth – the physical fitness part.  You see, a lot of humans sit, eat and watch TV too much.   If it wasn’t for us they’d never get any exercise at all.  So don’t worry about Velcro’s hurling, just keep alert and try to move faster.

Okay, that’s enough on that pukey subject. Remember I was talking about dogs. I do like dogs. When I was a little kitten (here’s a picture of me. Don’t I look cute?)

Maggie – one of my other cat mates – used to beat the tar out of me. She really took advantage of my small size. She was really a mean witch. Now that I’m grown up, that don’t happen anymore. But she still keeps trying to sneak up behind me and smack me in the butt when I’m not looking. What a twit!

Anyway, we used to have this really neat German shepherd living with us, Amity. That was about ten years ago. So now you know how old I am. Anyway, I would curl up with her on her doggie mattress and Maggie wouldn’t come near me. Soon Amity and I became real good friends – she was like my body guard until I got big enough to defend my self from that psycho Siamese.

Amity died a few years after that. Really made my human terribly sad. I use to sit on his lap a lot and try to make him feel better. Well now, like I said, they’ve got three more of them. They all treat me good, except for this one evening. I was walking around outside and the big male, Lucky, came running after me and started roughing me up. I took off running and the bustard chased me. The two other females decided it was a neat game and they started chasing me also. How rude! Unlucky for Lucky my human, Michelle, saw him do it and chewed his butt out good and then ran him into the house.

Man that was really a Three Dog Night! I think my humans should have given the mutts some doggie downers. (Caution: consult your local veterinarian before making any dietary changes. Ask him if Doggie Downers are right for your pet.) Thinking back on it, I can’t figure out why the dogs decided I was fair game to chase. I wonder if it had anything do with the fact that me and Miss Rhonda Raccoon were making out earlier.

Greetings. I'm BeeBop

Hi. I’m BeeBop and I’ll be your web master of ceremonies for this site. You can read a lot about me in my human’s, Jim Colet’s book My Life in a Cat House.  He wrote a whole book about his adventures with all kinds of cool cats he’s known before I came into his life. He really loves us. Some of the stories are absolutely hilarious. He wrote a whole chapter just about me. He calls me “Bulimic Beebop”.  I don’t know why I do it, I can’t help it.  After I eat, I often hurl within ten minutes. Actually it’s my human’s fault; they leave a whole bowl of food out for me and my other three cat mates.  So if the food’s there you gotta eat it, right?  I guess I do eat a little too much. I’ve got this neat cushy white belly. My human, Jim likes to roll me over and muss with it. I let him know what I think about that; I gently Read the rest of this entry »

Today I caught a mole. I always catch moles. They’re so stupid and slow. I guess after pushing all that dirt around with their heads and making all the mounds in the lawn, it messes up their brains. I like catching them … ‘cuz maybe it’s the only thing I can catch. They’re just like mice except for one thing, they don’t taste like mice; they’re kinda sour. So I bring them into the house and leave them on the floor to show my humans that I do useful stuff around here. My male human, Jim, gets so excited about it. Every time I bring one in he tells me what a good kitty I am. I already know I’m a good kitty, but I like being reminded anyway. But I don’t know why he gets so thrilled about me bringing them in for him; I don’t see him eating any. So, just to keep him happy, I bring one in every so often,.

Today, a most extraordinary thing happened around our house. Some people set fire to the prairie grass to the north of our acreage. I heard my humans saying that the DNR (Department of Natural Resources) burn away the grass every so often so that the new grass can grow nice and lush. Well, Holy Catnip Bat Women! There was forty acres of roasted rodents! It was a veritable cornucopia of fried field mice. My three other cat mates and I staked out an acre apiece and started feasting. They were really great – a lot tastier without all that hair.

We got so gorged we could hardly walk. I wished a catavan had come by to carry us back to the house. I hear they want to burn the forty acres to the south of our yard too. I’m going to invite all my three girlfriends and my 37 kitten children over for dinner when that happens.

BeeBop here again. Like I was telling you, I puke all over the place and can get away with it. My humans aren’t too happy about it, but I haven’t been banned from the house yet. Actually, it’s getting kinda fun. They have these three big German shepherds living with us and they use them as resident Hoovers. The dogs can’t come into the main part of the house because of a wood gate. They stay out in the big entry way. But in the morning, when my human, Jim, gets up, he calls in the dogs to clean up all my hurls. They are funny. They run around like a bunch of children on an Easter egg hunt, dashing around from room to room trying to make sure they are the first ones to find my puke.

I don’t mind dogs; they’re all right. But I like to tease them. Lately I’ve been puking in hard-to-get-to places like behind the refrigerator or the entertainment center. Sometimes even up on the wide picture window sill. Makes it a lot harder for them to find, but find it they do. They’ve got good sniffers. And they must really like the taste of it, ‘cuz they argue over who’s gonna get it. At least I don’t feel so guilty like I’m wasting food or anything. I’m just feeding the dogs my way.