You are able to type while your feline masters are holding you down? They are doing something wrong!
Bob likes to sleep between us, and then move sideways so that Bill and I end up sleeping on opposite edges of the bed.
Bob always seems happy when I give him scratches. He likes to have his fur brushed and he loves that I’m the one who gives him tasty gooshy food.
If I didn’t know how evil cats were, I wouldn’t think that he was trying to make me take my intruding cats and leave.
OK. I’m done (for) now.
Spike in the toilet with the tissue box. I see catskin slippers in my future.
This isn’t about my cat, but about my stupid neighbours who think that they can let their cat run free while living on a busy road. I’m sure you know where this is going - cat hit by a car this morning, and left to die twitching and convulsing while I watched. I stopped my car when I saw the cat lying by the traffic lane and went back to talk to the person waiting for the bus, to make sure they had called someone to come get the cat (and help it if it was still alive, or take the body away). Dammit - watching a cat die in pain first thing in the morning is NOT a good way to start the day. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a feral, either - it was far too plump to be anything but a “beloved” pet.
Sniffle
What is this, a game of Clue?
Cat non-rant. This week’s Time magazine has a story about webcomics. It includes one from Oatmeal called “Cat vs. Internet.” Two panels. In both the human is sitting at a computer, staring intently at the monitor.
In the first panel a cat is giving a presentation with lightpen and flipboard, which reads:
REASONS TO PLAY WITH THE CAT
Then a pie chart - Ideal day breakdown
With about 12% labeled ‘petting cat’, another 12% labeled ‘feeding cat’, and the remaining 75% labeled ‘staring contest with cat’.
In the second panel there’s a sign taped to the wall reading: AWSUM PARTY THATAWAY and below that CAKE, PUNCH, AND A VERY FUN CAT with an arrow pointing down to the floor… Where there is indeed a decorated cake, a punch bowl with cups set out, balloons, a twister game, and a cat wearing a party hat.
The comic wrenches my heart. My cat died last fall. So many times I was that oblivious person ignoring him when he wanted attention.
Please give your cats a couple extra minutes of play, okay?
Her Majesty is lately getting more attention than I think she really wants.
StarvingButStrong I always pet my kitteh’s like they would die tomorrow. I love my friends like they would die tomorrow. I aways leave people with loving words. We could die with hurtful words being the last ones we remember, and that would really bite.
I have no idea how Spike ended up in the toilet. Bill always closes the lid. I aways close the lid. I’m guessing he pulled the box of tissue into the toilet while he was trying to get out. It was such a mess, and Spike objects to water baths.
Looks at innocent Bob, who is sleeping/purring next to his personal slave.
I woke up this morning to the sound of the toilet being flushed. It wasn’t TheKid - no lights on in the hallway. I get up, the second my feet hit the floor Dot and Mayme come tearing out of the bathroom. They also managed to get in the cabinet under the sink and knock stuff out on to the floor. The fuzzy rug on the floor is slightly damp, the floor is not wet. I don’t think I want to know.
We’re still a divided house, with visitation. Mayme doesn’t completely freak out when she sees Lucy, but doesn’t like it when Lucy walks right up to her. We have so much going on right now (health for both TheKid and I, my car crapped out again, etc) that we have been unable to find time to bathe them all with the same shampoo and to work a long time with them both. Dot remains the go between. But, it’s getting better.
My darling Bluebelle, who I love with all my heart, barfed on the bed sometime last night. Of course, I rolled over right into it this morning. Good morning to me. Ugh.
I knew I didn’t want a kitten cuz they are such jerks, but I got talked into it by the grandson and I pay for it every single day.
Since adopting Veronica, she has taught the two boy kitties lots of new bad habits. Countersurfing. Stealing food from plates. But the most frustrating right now is that kitchen cabinets are to be opened and plundered. That sink cabinet has a trash can filled with treasure, guys! I started using the baby locks (installed for the protecton of my youngest grandson who rarely comes over) on the sink cabinet.
Then they started opening the upper cabinets. First it was the canned good cabinet and when they found no joy there, they moved on to the cereal cabinet. They don’t like the offerings there. Then they discovered the baking goods cabinet. Last week they opened up the butterscotch morsels and threw them all over the cabinet. Last night Veronica woke me up banging the doors; she was eating shredded coconut.
This morning I was getting breakfast together and heard a suspicious sound from the cabinet. What the fuck? Open the door and there is Veronica snacking on a bag of marshmallows.
I am buying more cabinet locks today…
Be happy it was morsels and not sprinkles. Ask me how I know. 
It could still be worse, it could be GLITTER.
I’m going to flagrantly violate the rules, and make a proxy post. I’m doing this because the cats can’t figure out how to register here, and they are all too young to join anyway. Also, their typing skills suck.
Bodoni felines: What’s with the lack of catnip? You changed the cardboard scratcher, which is good because the old one was destroyed, but you are supposed to put catnip on the scratcher. Where’s the nip? WHERE’S THE NIP? We want our nip, even if you have to go out in the middle of the night to get it. That’s what WalMart is FOR. When the youngest cat arrived, you went and got that nasty stuff in the middle of the night, and special kitten food. Nip is more important than flea drops. And it’s nicer too.
Me again: I am in SO much trouble. I should have made sure that we had catnip before changing the scratcher. The cats have been trailing me around the house, hollering, because they know their rights about fresh catnip. But I’m not going out in the middle of the night, I don’t see very well in the dark.
I had to laugh, Mom’s boys do the same thing. Her girl cat could care less about the nip, but the boys are addicted. Mom doesn’t dare come in the back door with out nip, because the boys know that the nip grows in the back yard. Even if it’s 10pm and pitch black outside.
Hey, they can see in the dark, why can’t we?
Dear Roxie,
I am very glad you are healing from evil fungal infection, even though we’re going to have to keep giving you meds for another month and a half or so. I am very glad that your skin lesions have healed enough that we can remove the Cone of Shame.
However, if you don’t stop pulling your hair out of other parts of you, we’re going to have to put the Cone of Shame back on, and then where will we all be, huh? I do not like picking up clumps of fur off the carpet. If you were pulling out your matted hair, that would be one thing, but what did the hair on your shoulder blades ever do to you?
Is it possible that Roxie’s skin is dry, either from medication or from heating? I know that if my skin gets too dry, it itches and itches and itches. Ask the vet…maybe you need to dampen the skin and rub a little olive oil or petroleum jelly into the area. Both are safe to eat.
Lynn, that’s a good point. She’s due for a follow-up soon. We’ll check with the vet.
Roxie is also on serious meds, that be causeing problems as well.
This isn’t a rant, but its cat related and kinda funny. Maybe only in my mind, but I’m going to share it anyhow.
I used to grow catnip. It was primo stuff. All of the cats in the neighborhood would come to my yard just to lay in the catnip patch. I was the local drug den, but all was good in my mind.
When catnip blooms, it has a strong skunky smell. Kinda like good pot. And it works on cats the same way.
So one day, I was going to go visit an elderly neighbor who had a cat. As I left the yard, I grabbed some skunky smelling catnip and put it my bag, then I walked to the corner store to get some stuff for her.
A cop held the door open for me, smelled the catnip and spun around on his heel and followed me back in to ask what I had in my bag. I proudly opened my bag to show him what was in it and asked if he wanted some for his cats, because I had a lot in my garden.
I smoke pot. I know what the good stuff smells like. I honestly didn’t make the connection to skunky catnip/pot until the cop almost died laughing.