OMFSM, did you see that?!?
What?
The mark of the cookie zombie!
Dude, that’s just a butterfly…
That’s what you say now, but when the moon is full and the mild cold…
Bam!
Worst ghost story ever.
Category: Pets and other friends
Friday Cat Blogging (Oops I Missed it Again Edition)
Alas, little pink block. I chew it well.
Chew it, chew it good!
The hell…
Don’t worry about Squirrel, he thinks he’s in an 80s music video.
I never know what’s going on in these narratives.
Good thing you’re a captive audience
Ahhhh!
And that’s me looking for an exit.
I’m looking for ALL YOUR PEANUT BUTTER ARE BELONG TO ME
Friday Cat Blogging
I have an eeeebil plan.
Step 1*
That trick never works.
We’ll never know if we don’t try it. Bwah-ha-ha!
Yeah, good luck with that.
I kind of liked it.
Oooh, just tried to do the math. Bored now.
Told yah. Group nap!
*Thanks to Matt Kuchta for the kitty art
Friday Cat Blogging
I are a kitty!
The deuce you say. You’re clearly art of the pronounced ahht sort.
I never understand what going on around here…
What’s going around is ahhht, obviously.
Also Simon Smith and his amazing dancing bear!
Da hell?
I don’t know wake me up when this post starts making sense.
Or if we get to Pittsburgh. You always want to wake up for that.
Riiiiiight. They really don’t pay me enough for this shit.
Friday Cat Blogging
Do you know what I want for Catmas?*
This?
Not bad, but no.
Do you know what I want?
A pterodactyl?
I’m guessing it’s more like FREEDOM!
From the monkey holding your paws, that is.
Yeah. Ahh, better.
Not a pterodactyl? Cats are super weird. I’m outta here.
*With thanks to Matt Kuchta for the art.
Friday Cat Blogging
I am the ghost of lamppost future.
…the hell?
What part of lamppost future don’t you understand?
All of it?
Allow me to read to you from the book of lamppost…
Um, how about no?
The killer whale of non sequiturs agrees with you.
If there’s one thing Cthulhu knows it’s evil, and that whale? EEEvil!
I am dubious about this proposition. Also, too tired to hold head up.
Dubious snow ninja is agrees.
I am sooooo confused.
This thing isn’t giving off fumes, is it?
Friday Cat Blogging
My eyes are feeling a little skrudgy.
Dude! Also, what are you doing in a cat blog?
Hey now, lets not be speciesist.
Can we be nappist? I like naps.
Can we talk about my eyes? They’re starting to feel really weird…
Weren’t you in an Indiana Jones movie?
Naps, man, we need to talk naps!
I’m kind of unimpressed with your focus here…
That’s beneath you, and so am I.
Friday Cat Blogging
All is right with the world.
Perfect sunny afternoon.
Yeah, man, sniff the glove.
Uh, wait, what now?
Pretty sure she “said sniff the glove…”
The glove is magic! Do not defy the glove!
I so don’t understand cats.
Friday Cat Blogging
I was thinking we could try something different this time, a dialogue.
Meow?
You know, a back and forth between the two of us.
I am a cat.
Am I getting through to you at all?
I like cat food.
Facepaw.
Cats, man…
In Memoriam Jordan
We lost our wonderful black cat yesterday completely unexpectedly. Laura went to get her for snuggles and found her cool and stiff. I think she might already have been dead when I took the picture of her in the Friday cat blogging immediately below this. It’s the position she was in when we found her tonight—curled up in one of her favorite spots. She was fat and grumpy and a bully who beat up the other cats, but she was also a sweetheart who loved to snuggle with her people and had a marvelous diesel engine purr. I’m in a complete state of shock as I write this. She hadn’t given any indication of poor health. A cat we loved is simply, suddenly gone, and there’s nothing we can do about it except mourn her. That’s the second cat we’ve lost in four months and I’m kind of broken about it. Please people, hug your loved ones and tell them how much they mean to you. You never know when the chance will be gone forever.
Here’s what she looked like when we brought her home.
Move over old man! (Spot passed not long after this)
She approached napping with reckless abandon.
Sprawl!
She was an explorer and too smart for her own good.
I conquered the kitchen!
I is in your drawers walking on your stuffs.
Hey there, want to bring me some treats?
I like treats.
I really really like treats!
Keep the plates coming thumb-monkey, I’m just getting started.
She possessed a certain gleeful malevolence.
If I was your size, I’d eat you. You know that right?
I am secretly the dragon Toothless.
It my chair, back off.
My puzzle my rules.
But she could also be playful.
All shall love me and despair.
She was utterly devoted to her nap partner. (Asleep on Laura’s chest)
She didn’t take shit from anybody.
Well, most of the time.
She could look grumpy in the most elegant of circumstances.
She adored the sun.
And the radiators. Here she is on a low bench I made so she and Meglet
could get up and down more easily as they got older.
She was very interested in the neighbors.
This is her watching robins build a nest above the window.
She was gluten free and knew which shelf she belonged on.
Adored the screen porch or anywhere she could be above other cats.
I am the queen of the bathroom!
Did I mention she knew how to sprawl.
Dignity was not her long suit.
Really really not her long suit.
She loved to hang out in our reading nook.
Or anyplace with defensible borders, really.
She had a talent for looking bored.
And for being comfortable in her skin.
This is how I saw her the most often—peering over the edge of a basket
I’m going miss her so much.
