A Cat Nap

I recently spent the night at my mom's apartment, an experience which would take too long to tell you about in what I promised myself would be a quick post (ice cream is calling my name).

Anyway, that night, as I was getting ready to lay down, I looked over and this caught my attention:



I swear to God, she was utterly comfortable and stayed this way long enough to snap several pictures. Well, five at least. Hey, I was tired!

And, apparently, so was she. What a turd.

Good Nap

There's nothing like a good, long 12 hour nap to make you feel better.






Unless your BFF snuggles up next to you.



It can't get much better than this.



And, no, there is nothing wrong with your BFF smashing his face up against your butt so long as it's in the name of comfort.

Forgive Luke. He was the runt of the litter and sometimes has lapses in judgement.

Kitty's Preferences

Kitty has perfectly good kitty food in her bowl.






However, the "Costco" brand just doesn't suit Kitty's tastes.





And by the way, Kitty was eating at the bag like this for at least 5 minutes. It was pretty funny. No motion except for the sound of crunching.

Ying Yang

I don't have anything to say for myself.

The Neighbor Cat

This morning, as I left my apartment, I walked out to find this... this... creature waiting for me.



Okay, so she's not a creature. She's a neighbor cat. The one we call Mercedes Number Two, because, well... she looks like Mercedes. Except fatter.

This neighbor cat is usually not so friendly or talkative, but this morning, as soon as I walked outside, we were BFFs and she wanted to tell me all about it. (BFF = Best Friends Forever. Geez.)

She would not stop meowing. I started talking back and then I told myself to shut the F up, you're talking to a cat, for crying out loud! She followed me all the way to my car, winding her fat little body between my legs. I think she was trying to trip me.

I couldn't stand around and chat forever. I had places to go! I had to say goodbye.

She was waiting for me when I got home.



I was beginning to think it was a fatal attraction.

And then I remembered that she's a cat and I'm a turd and I knew it could not be a fatal attraction after all. Pity. I think she just wanted me to follow her.



So I did.



She led me over to another apartment. I think it was hers. She was getting really loud and disorderly at this point.



Told you. If she had been a black cat, I probably would have backed away slowly at this point, 'cause that just would've been creepy. (Did that just come across racist?)


"All right. I'm sitting nicely and I'm not a black cat. Please just let me in and I won't freak you out anymore. I thought we were BFFs?!"


"It's right there! Can't you see it? The door. Right there. Just open it and all will be right with the world."


"Come on, Stupid. I'll show you."


"I'm going to keep staring at you with this sad little face until you cave in and help me. I hope you're prepared to deal with it. You humans, you're all suckers."


Close up for effect.

Unfortunately, even though that pathetic face was convincing, it was at this point I started to get bored and her meows were getting just a bit out of control. Hey, I would have helped her if I could! I'm not completely heartless. Not when it comes to small animals, anyway. When it becomes legal to randomly wander into people's homes, I will gladly help all the locked out kitties of the world. Until then... I have laundry to do.

The Unknown Kitty

Cats are cute. They play with things without regard to who might be observing them or whether their antics might ultimately end up on the internet.

Kitty (her real name, not a stage name) was playing with a paper bag one night.



Back in the '90's there was a comedian known as the Unknown Comic. Rather than explain, observe:



In honor of the Unknown Comic, here is the Unknown Kitty:


She'd be so embarrassed if she saw this posted on the internet.

He Likes Shoes

Our boy, Luke.



He likes shoes.


"I love shoes."



He likes to smell them and even chew on them when we're not looking.



As soon as I put the camera down, he'll go right back to nibbling.



And then he'll get sleepy.


"What? I was just resting my eyes."



Sshhh. He's sleeping.

And his sister?



Trying to get my attention in the background.

What a turd.

Different sides of Kitty

Here is "Trailer Kitty":



Trailer Kitty is all sprawled out, licking her belly.

Here is "Halloween Kitty":



I think "Halloween Kitty" speaks for itself.

We have a multi-talented cat.

Kitty

We have a cat named "Kitty" because no one ever named her. She belongs to Justice, the "Student." She used to be called "Little Kitty" because there was another cat that lived with us, who has since run off, that was called "Big Kitty." We are very original at naming our pets. Now, she's just "Kitty."

Kitty loves to go outside on the back patio and play "Jungle Kitty." We don't always leave the door open, though. In the mornings, Kitty will come in to my bedroom and sit patiently on the bed and watch Tom and I sleep. As soon as we get out of bed, she races for the sliding glass door and sits patiently in front of it, waiting to be let out. We don't always oblige.

Last night, she wanted to go outside very badly. She came and sat in front of me while I was watching T.V., and stared at me intently. I knew what she wanted. So Tristan and I went to the door to take pictures of her.


First, she jumped up on Justice's piano and waited for us to open the door, but we didn't open it right away. This is Kitty in her "I'm such a good Kitty" mode.


She stares at the door intently and waits. "Good Kitty" mode only lasts a short time. She lacks patience.


No longer playing "Good Kitty", she jumps down and starts trying to get out through the small crack, hoping to make it bigger.


Of course, the crack didn't get bigger, so Kitty starts running back and forth in front of the door, no longer patient.


Now she's going into "doggy" mode. She ultimately sits up at the door and starts scratching at it.


Of course, standing up taller and scratching harder works better. Good doggy!

Yes, I finally opened the door and let her out.

What's funny is that when it is raining, Kitty doesn't even look outside to see what it is. She immediately leaps backwards away from the glass door. She's smart. She doesn't need more than a second to figure out that water is falling from the sky.