Some cats know

6 02 2019

Oh hai!

Yeah, that’s an old pic of Trickster, but since it’s been awhile since I’ve written, it seemed apropos.

Anyway, this won’t be long, since I’m dead tired and have to get up early, but I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing for you and me.

You see, I’ve been researching and writing for other people—which is good! I’ve been getting paid!—but after a day on the computer I have been, shall we say, disinclined to spend the night on the computer.

Still, I miss this. It’s not that what I have to offer is so terrific [way to talk yourself up, lady], but it is mine, and sometimes, sometimes, it’s not half-bad.

Okay, have some more cats:

And a way throwback, to my Minneapolis kitties:

Be well!

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In the city

28 06 2015

When I was a kid I remember a poster of a black cat on a cement sidewalk.

“City Cat”, I think, was the title.

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A variation on a theme: “Windowsill Cat”.





Sleep tonight

9 06 2015

Places in my apartment where cats sleep:

On the desk.

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Annoyed that she is no longer sleeping.

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On the bed in the sun.

014In a file box on my socks.

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Again, annoyed I woke her up.

At the threshold to the bathroom.

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Yep, also annoyed.

These are not the only places the cats sleep.

No, these cats are pros, and can sleep anywhere.





I got cat class and I got cat style

22 04 2015

Time and thoughts are both scattering. Nothing serious, just: life.

So how about some pictures of tiny Jasper?

Jasper July09a

Jasper Jul09h

Jasper Jul09d

He was a smelly, feral little boy, and lordy, did he do a number on my feet, ankles, and calves.

He’s pretty clean now, and only rarely goes gonzo. And, of course, he’s big.

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But I still call him my kitty-boy.





Monday, Monday

2 02 2015

It’s a Monday in February, so how about some beached cats?

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Her seal pose

This does not look comfortable to me.

This does not look comfortable to me.

Washed up by the pink sea on a teal beach.

Washed up by the pink sea on a teal beach.

All appendages accounted for.

All appendages accounted for.

That pink blanket, by the way, should probably be relegated to the closet, but I am a damned sentimentalist stubborn about some things: that’s the blanket that was on my bed as kid.

Anyway, Jasper seems to like it.





What a drag it is getting old

31 12 2014

Hey kids, what kind of fun are you going to have tonight?

Yer not out partying or else you wouldn’t be reading my rambling bits—so maybe you’re like me, sacked out on your (new-to-you!) loveseat, drinking beer (and maybe later, whisky) and watching bad t.v. shows and/or movies you’ve seen before, on Netflix.

Whoo-hoo!

Well, I will celebrate—not New Year’s, just the end of the evening—with my cats later. After I shut down the computer and turn off the lights, the critters run to the bathroom for big fun: Trickster yells at me until I set the faucet dribble to just the right rate of runny-ness, and when Jasper hears me scraping out the catbox (TMI?), he jumps in the tub and bats down the foam golf ball I’ve set atop the unused soap dish, and waits.

Yes, people, it is not even 2015 and I have discovered a great cat toy in the golf section!

Big Red Box Store was out of the foam cat toys, so I wandered over to the sports section on the off chance they’d have ping pong balls. No dice (which was probably good, as the noise those things make is annoying as hell), but I espied these foam golf practice balls.

I was intrigued.

I looked at golf wiffle balls, but came back to the foamers. They were light. They had give.

They were cheaper than the foam cat balls.

Sold!

Now, if you’ve used the foam cat balls, you know they kind of go dead after awhile, and then dry out completely after a greater while. That may happen with these things—lemme see if I can find a picture. . .okay, here one is:

Only mine’s in yellow, because orange isn’t my color. (Okay, yellow isn’t either, but but that’s all they had. And besides, it makes it easier to find underneath the new-to-me loveseat.)

. . . but the denser material makes me think it may last longer.

The real bonus is that, unlike the foam cat-balls (stop thinking that, you perv), these can get wet without getting gross. Which means I can leave in the tub for Jasper to play with without worrying about fungi or general disgusting-ness.

Since I’ve put one in the tub for Jasper, he now expects me to bat one around with him for 5 or ten minutes every night before bed.

Exciting, I know. And I wonder why I don’t have boy- or girlfriend.

Anyway, happy feckin’ new year to youse, however you may celebrate it.





Hold me closer, tiny dancer

2 06 2014

Black cat:

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and tiny basil:

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It’s the first Monday in June, is why.