Our Kira is two, and she sure is running the place. Azanabengals Bechira, one
of the females that mated with Cheveyo, and picks on him constantly, is the most
precious darling cute, dainty, fierce, and certainly dominant member of the
household. We thought it would make Chevey really
happy, it did, but he let's her run everything. The origin of Bechira, pronounced, be-HEE-ra (with a hard H or CH), derives from the Hebrew free will,
and the short form is Kira. According to some, it also comes from ancient
Egyptian, Ki-Ra, meaning scratched Ra's eyes out, but we have our doubts about
that one. We can now safely say that the name is well chosen. She's a bit less
wild than Chevey, at 13%, but is a very strong dominant feline. Actually, she's
a party girl, who's into everything. Constantly. Especially glasses of water and
long warm showers.
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Here's a picture of Bechira after she'd been with us two days. She's a
retired queen from
Brilliant Bengals. Isn't she just
a darling? More
information about Kira's ancestry can be found
- December 18th, 2008
|Guess what I found! It's the coolest neatest
thing ever. I don't think Randy's going to let me keep it.
- December 17th, 2008
- Look at what I found! Randy spent a whole lot of time making a huge mess,
but it was worth it. He made me another place to go up and get water. He
got rid of that weird splashy thing... pedist-something. I dunno. I couldn't
jump up on it. Now it's easy. I can even look into the mirror and admire myself.
I look good! Really good! I'm PERFECT! Where was I? Oh yeah, Randy asked me to
show you what he was doing: The Powder Room
- November 13th, 2008
- Hi fans. Randy and Rhys were at the wine store a few days ago and they found
an interesting product. According to Rhys, it smelled exactly like something I
do a few times a day - pee in the litter box. Ewwww. That is just so gross.
Chevey won't even use my litter boxes after I do that. He'll whine and whine
until the boxes are clean and only then go. If they don't clean the boxes, he'll
poop on the floor... where was I? Oh yeah, so my pet people are thinking of
bottling up my pee and selling it as wine, since Chevey whines about it, and it
smells like German Sauvignon Blank. What's Sauvignon Blank? I dunno. Anyway, so
my pee smells like fine wine. I should hope so. After all, I'm Kira! So shaddap!
- Halloween 2008
Randy wrote lyrics about me and I think it's pretty funny. So, think about
the music of Thriller, and sing the song, or I'll scratch your eyes out!
It's close to midnight and something daintyís lurking
in the dark.
Under the moonlight, you hear a sound of running on the floor.
You hear a scream, but the glass falls off the counter before you catch it.
You stop to breathe, the Bengal looks right past and through you.
You donít really matter.
You hear the door slam, and realize sheís into it
You feel the cold splash, and wonder just what you'll have to clean.
You close your eyes, and hope that it wasnít the fine crystal.
But all the while, you hear the creatures zooming round the house.
You just wonít sleep.
They're out to get you. There're kitties trying to
They have possessed you. At least they cannot use the phone.
Now is the time for you and me to clean their litter, dear.
All thru the night, weíll be worried, of the damage she can do.
And Chevey will poop.
Darkness falls throughout the house, the crazy
hour is close to now.
Felines lurk in search of food, to terrorize those who
And whoever should be caught, in midst of their nightly chase
the chore of giving water, while holding back laughter.
The foulest stench is in the air. The funk of
Cheveyís latest dump.
And litter strewn over the floor, gets between your toes.
And though you fight to fall back asleep, your body just wonít do it.
mere human can resist the cuteness of Bechira.
'Cause she is Bechira, sweetest girl.
And no-oneís gonna save you from her claws about to scratch.
You Know sheís Kira, fiercest girl.
Sheís on the counter again, she is a Bengal.
Kira, cutest girl
ĎCause she can suck you in more than a cat would ever do. (Kira, sweetest girl)
So sheíll scratch your eyes out and then feel bad.
But you more than her.
ĎCause she is Bechira, the best girl.
ĎCause she can suck you in more than a cat should ever do.
Not that Chevey would ever try (Kira fiercest girl).
So you shut up and scritch Bechira.
(Lyrics adapt from Micheal Jackson's Thriller)
- August 4th, 2008
- Oh, is Chevey a bad boy. Now I, Kira, would never ever do anything bad.
Never. Well, hardly ever anyway. Where was I? Oh yeah, Chevey. He was a bad boy
today. Randy didn't feed him on time, so Chev turned over his food and water
dish. What a mess it was. He's a bad boy. I don't know about you, but we, the
superior felines, are not supposed to have the emotions of vin... something...
or revenge. Ok, I know that if someone bugs me, I'll scratch their eyes out, but
that's not revenge, that's just 'cuz they deserve it. We gotta watch this boy.
He's behaving strangely and getting me into trouble.
- July 30th, 2008
- The U.S. Army called me today. They said they need people. I said ... why
are you calling me? What's "Copyright Infridge...something"? So I scratched
their eyes out. Apparently knocking over water glasses and ruining computer
equipment is important for some military reason. What's military? Does it
involve sticks? So I said they could use what I told Chevey when we first got
together: "Kira. I'm not just a job, I'm an adventure!" People are weird, but
- April 22nd, 2008
And Moses led the people of Israel out of Egypt and left me there to teach
them a lesson. You see, there were a lot more plagues than what you heard about.
After the Hebrews went off into the giant litter box, I had to look really cute
and distract anyone left. But I got bored. That's never a good thing. There were
no feather toys left, and no one had invented a laser pointer... what's a laser?
So here are my plagues:
- Screaming: I had no one to talk to in my language, so I just went
around screaming a lot until they understood.
- Tripping: When they
refused to understand, I ran between their legs and made them fall over. This
was bad because big rocks starting falling down too.
- Hitting with a Stick:
Someone had to make them work for me, so I got a stick... you get the picture
Stealing Strings: When the Hebrews ran off, guess where the strings went.
I dunno (innocent cute smile)
People Up: Now who would tie up the pharaoh's family? And where would
they get the strings? Meeerrrrrrrrow
- Mooching: Come to think of it,
it's hard to mooch when everyone is tied up. But then, I got to jump up on the
tables and eat all the sour cream.
- Jumping into Showers: After they
got themselves untied, they had to get clean. So I jumped in, screamed at them,
and guess what happened next...
- Clawing: ... that's right, clawing.
That hurt them a lot more than me.
- Nothing: After my shower, and the
clawing, I was up to no good. When they asked me what I was doing pushing all
the idols down off the tables, all I said was... "nuuuuuuthing" (Ed note:
this is not the same as darkness, of course)
- Scratching Eyes Out: And
once I had pushed over the idols, I ... scratched their eyes out. That's why no
one found idols in the sand with jewels in the eyes, because I scratched 'em
Now just to show them that I'm a good kitty, not a bad one, I showed them how
to write things down on paper. It wasn't nice that they didn't write down what I
did to them, but I guess they were too embarrassed. Here's how you made paper in
First you get a stick.
Then you eat some papyrus. It's like ancient cat grass.
Then you barf up the papyrus on a hot rock (or carpet, but you can't write on
it, if it's on carpet).
Don't forget to make a high-pitched eeeek sound so that they know to come
looking for the barf.
Let the barf dry in the hot sun.
Peel the barf off the rock.
Use the stick to write on the barf, which should look like paper.
Before you do that, make sure I'm not hiding under the paper, or I'll scratch
your eyes out.
- January 19th, 2008
Hello to all my fans!
Today was a very busy day. My pet-parent Kris is
really sick with a cold, but she spent all day working with my friend Christine
making sure that the house is very clean for me and Chevey. And oh yeah, those
other little people, too.
I was thinking today about my busy life. They say Iím a ďdivaĒ, whatever that
means. But look, I work really hard. I have really busy days, every single day!
Just look at all the things I have to do every day!
Whew. Who but me can keep up with that schedule over 24 hours?? Itís hard to be me. But for you, dear fans . . . itís worth it!
|My Day By Kira
Beat up Chevey
Beat up Chevey
Eat a spider
- January 10th, 2008
- It was painting day today. What's paint? I can't see it anyway, so it
doesn't matter. There was a really funny smell all over the place. Peeewwww. I
can make that sound. It's like meeooowww, but with a little throwing up
at the front. Randy was mean and put us upstairs so we couldn't take a dunk in
the paint. It was really stinky. When he let us out, I had to sniff all the
baseboards. I even licked one. Yuck! Chevey came over to one, took a sniff, and
pronked. That was funny. Randy and I laughed pretty hard. I got into the laundry
room - I can open doors you know - and dipped my tail in some white paint. I
couldn't have noticed except it was on the black part of my tail. I spent all
night cleaning... and chasing Chevey around, because it was his fault -
everything is his fault. Chevey doesn't like the paint. He keeps trying to
scratch it off the walls.
- January 1st, 2008
- Welcome to all my fans. My people set up this cool thing called an RSS feed,
but it doesn't have anything to do with food. I don't know what it is, but I can
put stuff in your mailbox. Like mice, and poop. I don't know what a mailbox is
either. It's a people thing, I'm sure. Chevey can too, but he doesn't say much,
unless he's hungry. If I knew what New Years was, I'd wish you a happy one, but
since I don't, I may just have to scratch your eyes out. The little people were
watching this movie called "Ratatouille". I don't get it. No rats got eaten.
Don't you make that food with rats? Chef Randy's been making good holiday food,
I think. But I dunno. If it's smaller than me, I'll eat it. Chevey eats almost
anything. He's fat. I'm not. I'm cute. And dainty. And fierce.
- July 15th, 2007
- I nearly made my escape today before I was found out. It all started when I
stole Krisí keys. I heard Randy and Kris talk about this place near where we live that has
Buffalo. Well, I donít know about you, but any self-respecting Bengal needs to
experience taking down a buffalo Ė at least once! So I sat down and put together
- First, you get a stick. No Ė wait Ė thatís a different scheme. Sorry.
- First, I steal Krisí keys. I stash them where nobody can find them. Then, I
get Chevey to distract them while I jump out the window in the bathroom theyíre
renovating, while nobodyís looking. Ewww! Stinky in there! White stuff all over
the walls that smells bad. But I digress.
- Once Iím outside (can you hear the Mission Impossible music in the
background?), I climb down the ivy, jump to the cedar hedge, and leap to the
ground beside the garage. Now . . . how to get in there?
- I circle the garage, thinking. Could I slip in between the gaps in the garage
doors? That seems like the best plan. Thank goodness they havenít replaced those
- Once in the car, Chevey would work the pedals while I turned that big round
thing that makes the car go in the direction you want. I would tell him when to
push the GO pedal and when to push the STOP pedal. All simple! The best part?
Krisí car has a map thing that takes you wherever you want to go. All I have to
do is spell B-U-F-A-L-O [sic] on it, and the car will go to the buffalos!
RATS! My plan was ruined when Kris needed her car this morning. Of course,
she couldnít find her keys because I had them. What to do, what to do?? She
looked all over the house and kept asking me to help her find them! I ran away
as if I was looking. I watched her take everything out of her purse. Then I
watched Randy look through her purse. Then I watched Kris look again. I was
|When nobody was looking, I jumped up on the island (where Iím not allowed)
and put the keys back in Krisí purse. Then I ran like Heck. And hid for like
three hours. Meanwhile, Randy and Kris cooked steak. And I just know that Chevey
got some meat!!! Heís so smug, too.
Hereís a picture of the car I was going to steal. Itís so perfectly
appropriate, isnít it?
- July 14th, 2007
- And now for a little feline artwork. They got me the coolest cat toy EVER!
It's FOAM. I think I'll express myself.
|They caught me! The foam was just sitting
there, so I had to play with it. I mean, it's so simply irresistible.
Now that I'm done, would you just get a stick and put this somewhere
so that my fans can admire it? This is going to be on the cover of my
book, you know. It has to be purrrfect.
||Randy's Comment: Here is an absolutely
un-retouched photograph of the artwork Kira made by playing with the foam
bottle. We're not entirely sure how she did it or got her paws on it, but
the top was already cured when she found it, so there was no danger to her.
She scares us sometimes.
- July 12th, 2007
- Would someone please pet me? I haven't been petted in hours and I'm not
going near Chevey. He smells really bad right now. Ewww. Maybe someone needs to
get me some cheese. Do we have cheese? I know we have cheese. I can smell it
through the refrigerator door. Maybe if I rope Randy to the fridge I could get
- You know, I think I like the idea of elk more than elk itself. Does
that make me a philosophical cat? I'm writing a book, you know. Also
Schprache Bechira, which translates, to you non-felines, as First, You
Get a Stick!
- June 24th, 2007
|News Flash: Kris was found
tied to a chair today, barely conscious and covered in cat hair, by Bob the
grocery delivery person. Bob and his crew were delivering 6 metric tonnes of
salmon, one elk, and 30 gallons of cream when the discovery was made. Inside
the home, a laptop was connected to the Internet and credit cards were
scattered all over the floor. Cheveyo was taken into custody, and continues
to declare his alarmed innocence, claiming he was framed.
|A second feline of interest, Bechira, fingered
Cheveyo as the perpetrator of the crime and refused comment because she was
too busy eating. The victim was securely tied up with a cat toy in a
unprecedented display of feline rope work, shown in the photograph. The
victim described feeling a tickle around her ankle while eating lunch, "The
next thing I knew, the police were here and my bowl of chicken soup was
||The public should remain alert to the warning
signs of feline delinquency:
- an unfamiliar tickle around the lower limbs;
- innocent looks on cat faces;
- excessive interest in the Internet, particularly grocery sites;
- demonstrated ability to tie knots in cat toys (pictured left);
- theft of credit cards and watches.
|Please report any cats
demonstrating any of these behaviours immediately to the local authorities.
- June 10th, 2007
- Ok, so you know how I've been really upset? It's because of the food, of
course. I found out that SOMEBODY made Elk and didn't tell me. All I get is this
dry stuff that is not very good. No wonder I've been screaming all night. Kris
came home and got me some better food, and I'm much happier. She also got me
some new toys. I figured out how to make cat toys too. First you get a stick...
then you get a bird... you get the picture, right? Hee hee.
- May 21st, 2007
- Lamb? We had lamb? WHEN? Oh, you're in SUCH trouble.
- May 19th, 2007
- Where's Kris? Where's Kris? She hasn't been here in... well, forever. I
can't tell time, you know. Randy ran out of the icky food - the stuff that's
probably better for me - so we had to go back to the really yummy food that
makes Chevey's poop really nasty. Yeah, but do I care? Hee hee? It's
Randy's problem. HE has to clean up the litter box.
Chev is just so funny. I can so beat him, but he still tries to win. He was
chasing me around the house today. He hunted me, pounced on me, and then, get
this, groomed me. Is he a weird needy male or what? Randy's funny in the
kitchen. He had to run back to the store because some food was bad. Even I won't
eat bad mussels, yanno. He left me alone with the smell, and that just drove me
up the walls. Literally. When he came back, I was hanging onto the top of the
back door by my claws. Pretty cool, huh? He rescued me.
- May 6th, 2007
- Itís Motherís Day! [Ed note: Cats can't tell the time or date] I
didnít hear from any of my kittens, because theyíre all in new pet homes or with
new breeders, now. Thatís OK, because I feel so at home here that I think of
Kris as my mommy. Well . . . pet parent, anyways. Chevy said it was a
sappy idea, but I got Randy to take a picture of Chevy and me, and make Kris a
card. I have to say, we are GORGEOUS. Kris was very surprised, but I was too
busy playing to really pay much attention at the time. Chevy told me later that
he helped Randy pick out a pretty little silver kitty-cat ring for Kris, too. It
looks just like me, of course, and Iím GORGEOUS. Did I say that before? Well,
So, like, I donít know what Randy has been doing lately, but I
think heís been making fun of me. Heís talking in Human to Kris, using tones of
my screechy speaking voice. I canít tell what heís saying, but heís cracking
Kris up. Sometimes she defends me, and says things like ďsheís not a witch!Ē I
think thatís what sheís saying, anyway. Sometimes I get my letters wrong.
Because Iím a cat. And Iím GORGEOUS. What were we talking about?
- May 4th, 2007
- Oh my Oh my oh MY! MARGARINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, so, like, if you've never had it, GET SOME QUICK. While my people were
cleaning up the kitchen, I verrrry quietly snuck up onto the table, which is
mine you know, and started tasting. I COULDN'T STOP! It was so good GOOD GoOoD!
I think they heard the licking and slurping and stopped me, but I had enough on
my whiskers and fur to keep me going forever!
I don't feel so good now. I think it must be something I ate.
- April 25th, 2007
- It's been a while, I know, but, whatever. They're SO mean. I can't walk on
anything interesting, like counters and tables, without getting squirted. I'll
just have to yell and yell. Now feed me! Oh yeah, that Randy dude is a really
good cook. I just have to have whatever he makes. Pea soup. Bread. Meat. Raw
meat. Roast meat. Anything. Yummmm... but he won't give me any. I hate him too.
Chev is being a good boy. I have him totally wrapped around my claws -- hee hee.
He follows me around and gets in trouble for me, just 'cuz I tell him to. I'm
not bad, I just act that way.
- April 7th, 2007
- Fun fun fun Fun FUN fun FUN FUN FUN!
I'm just having such a good time,
playing, and teasing Chevy! This is a cool place. It's SO MUCH FUN! Especially
walking on the outside of the stairs where no one thinks I should walk because
I'd fall, but I won't because I'm so cute and tiny and darling, but it's fun
watching Randy get all stressed about it! Hee hee. I guess I like it here. They
gave me something called meat to try. OMG! Is this what we eat in the wild?
- April 6th, 2007
- OMG, Iíve been taken away from my babies. These people who came to visit
last week put me in a carrier and left me there for like hours while they talked
with my mommy and daddy about kitchen design. Whatever.
I got to wander around for a few minutes in this new place and then guess who
I ran into! My baby-daddy! Cheveyo!
He canít keep his eyes off of me, nor can he keep his paws off me. Heís being
pretty aggressive and Iím being pretty flirtatious because itís so much fun to
make the boys foam at the mouth. Iím the prettiest, sexiest kitty on the planet
and Chevey and I have two sets of kittens together already.
I already feel comfortable here. This place is mine now, right? Whatever.
- March 30th, 2007
- So, like, these two people came by today, and like, they smelled like a cat
I used to know, but I was like, whatever, 'cuz I'm feeling icky. So, ok, so I
think I remember a really cool guy cat, but we'll see, and if I don't like him,
it'll be like, whatever. But here's a picture of me and my boyfriend.
- March 29th, 2007
- Bechira is currently recovering from surgery, and is unavailable for
comment. Apparently she's not too happy about the particulars of the surgery.
She should be making her first comments here late next week.
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