What evil lurks in the hearts of cats? It me.
So there’s that. How’s your day going?
Well, this is awkward…
I cannot unsee what I have seen.
How does she get her neck to do that?
Category: Cat Things
Monday Meows
I’m defying gravity.
That’s not defying gravity. THIS is defying gravity.
Oh noes, I’m being sucked into the gravity well. Lawks.
I see your gravity well and raise you a pair of eye lasers.
Food has a higher gravity than gravity. Obviously.
In Memoriam Birkie
This is late because 2020. My friends Matt and Mandy lost their elder cat Birkie along about the beginning of November. He was a dear old thing and I frequently did kitty sitting for him. I assembled the pictures for this right away, but didn’t have the heart to put it fully together in the first few days and then the steamroller of 2020 pushed it off my plate for a bit. Now, as I’m trying to catch up on all the things, I want to take a moment to remember an old friend.
This is my first picture of him from July 2011.
He was bold and friendly and always vaguely disapproving.
I love his expression.
We bonded early.
He was pretty good at posing, if he was in the mood.
This is how I will mostly remember him, demanding my attention.
With his longtime buddy, Pippen, who is also gone.
I love this shot because of the Matt photobomb.
He spent a lot of time on my shoulder when I visited.
Or my chest.
Man did he do the We Do Not Approve look well.
Climbing me again.
Run like the wind monkey steed!
Another shot with Pippen. I love the layers of shadow here.
Mmm, tuna juice…
He had a habit of blurring my shots. Lots of movement.
I love this.
Have I mentioned that disapproving look
One of my clearest shots of him in his later years.
But this is how I will remember him the most.
So long, Birkie, I’m going to miss you.
Monday Meows
I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve called you here today.
Nope.
Not even a little bit.
Face it, you’re only talking to yourself.
Don’t tell him. He still hasn’t figured mirrors out.
That’s just sad. Even I get mirrors.
They’re the ones that can’t buy drinks yet. Right?
Monday Meows
Ahem. MiMiMi. Ahem. ME-OW.
There’s something seriously wrong with that cat.
Like, dude, that not even a cat, man. Also you’re snuggling cement.
Don’t kink shame. Now, who do I have to shiv to make the d*o*g go away?
Don’t sweat the small stuff, my dude. Go with sleep, sun, and acres of nip.
Spare “cat” courtesy of Jim and Stewart
Monday Meows
What should we do today?
Same thing we do every day, plot to take over the world
NARF! I got this!
Do you want to explain it to him?
I’ve tried. So many many many times. Let him have it.
Monday Meows
Goddammit, the cat melted again.
Wait, aren’t you the cat.
No. He is A cat. I am the cat.
Aren’t we full of ourselves?
Y’all are exhausting. This cat is going back to bed.
Spare cat courtesy of Kim and Jonny
Monday Meows
When shall we three meets again? I dunno, but leave the leg at home.
But I love the leg. It’s very House of Horror.
But we’re supposed to be doing Macbeth.
Ooh, right, *ahem* In Thunder, Lightning, or in Rain?
Thunder, lightning and rain? Dude, we’re cats. VETO!
In hurley burley than when the battle’s lost and won!
How does that work little stone cat? Lost and won? It make no sense.
Or we could just say “screw it” and sleep in. Like…you, know, cats.
Monday Meows
Jus chillin with my cute self. No cares, no plans.
I have a plan. It involves you.
And it is soooooo evil!
How evil is it?
It’s so evil that I refused to participate.
Holy shit!
That’s pretty evil all right.
Spare cats courtesy of Jim and Stewart and Paul and Rita
Monday Meows
Iz dis da real thing? Or is it just fantasy?
Caught in a dish slide
No escape from reality…
Dis don’t sound like Shakespeare…
Because it’s easy come…
Easy go.
A little high, a little low…
Mama just killed a man.
Why did she do it?
Nothing really matters.
Nothing really matters?
Anyone can see.
Stuffing really matters to me!
Spare cat courtesy of Paul and Rita