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Posted in cats, picspam, tribulations on Aug 31st, 2010
My brain is totes fried (note to self: write posts in the morning), so I’m going to give you the best thing I’ve currently got: a picture of Oliver on a leash.
Whatever, you know you love it.
Posted in cats, picspam, tribulations on Aug 25th, 2010
Well, because it’s a side effect of BEING STALKED.
Oliver is…not adjusting so well to being dragged cross-country. He’s actually attacked me–twice–and bitten George. True, he was “provoked” in both cases (we grabbed him by his scruff to prevent him from eating his sister, and he took exception to that), but still. It’s very unlike him.
And [...]
Posted in cats, picspam, travel, tribulations on Aug 16th, 2010
George and I gave the comfort of the cats a lot of thought when we were about to travel cross-country; I mean, if you’re going to be stuck in a box for four days, it should be a nice box, yanno? All that thought led us to one conclusion: we could NOT take the cats [...]
Posted in cats, oddities, personal, picspam, travel, tribulations on Aug 13th, 2010
For most of my life, I’ve lived in the part of the South that is also part of the East Coast, which has meant that none of my extended relatives have been anywhere near me. So when George and I were driving across the country to get to Tucson (PS: we made it! I’ll start [...]
He did that. For HOURS. And that is why I love him.
To make up for our deficiencies as cat parents, we bought some new catnip for Oliver and Mimi and gave them each a big pinch of it.
Mimi immediately began rolling around on it, coating her entire body in ‘nip. Oliver, on the other hand, ate it.
And now he ’s writhing around on the floor, flashing [...]
I love thunderstorms. It’s kind of a survival tactic, because I grew up in the South and if I didn’t love thunderstorms, I would’ve been one sad, sad redneck. You cannot get through a Southern summer without at least 10,000 storms tearing down tree limbs, knocking out power, and generally misbehaving all over the place. [...]
The other day, George looked at me with thinly-veiled jealousy and said, “Mimi loves you more than she loves me.”
“Who are you freaking kidding?” I laughed, honestly startled. “Who does she curl up with every night? Who does she follow around like a puppy? Who does she stare at adoringly in a really creepy fashion? [...]
Posted in cats, housekeeping, personal, picspam on Jul 17th, 2010
Mimi is very concerned. It could be that she’s just scented Oliver; it could be that she’s tired of having a camera shoved in her face. Or it could be that my little fundraiser is JUST ONE PERSON SHORT of happening.
Look at that face, guys! Commit your time! Commit your money (seriously, even 50 cents [...]
