Hacky Cat

Several months ago, Westley found a hacky sack and played it to death. He tossed it in the air, dribbled it across the floors, rubbed his face on it and purred loudly while he carried it around like a lovey. He also played fetch with it. He demanded hours and hours of fetch the hacky […]

It COULD have been a Brown Recluse

A few weeks ago, Doug was in California for a week of training. Without Doug’s tech humming and his cacophony of body noises, our bedroom is eerily quiet at night. As I sat in bed wasting time on a game instead of doing something useful, I heard a bug hum. I wasn’t sure if it […]

animal talk

My thoughts: The children have left for school. I’m going to kick off my slippers, curl up and read my email while I drink my coffee. Dog thoughts: Wait for it. Wait for it. Her slippers are off. Her feet are up. She opened the laptop aaaand…. NOW! Open the door! Let the cat escape! […]

he’ll be selling bridges next

While Westley was *tutored weeks ago, I have stalled and dragged my feet on Buttercup’s surgery. I have an unhealthy fear of anesthesia and I’m terrified that surgery will reveal unseen birth defects. Today was Buttercup’s scheduled appointment and before we knew that the vet was ill and rescheduled us for next week, we had […]

Buttercup

Sweet, snuggly Buttercup’s heart, lungs and bloodwork are perfect. The vet refuses to diagnosis Buttercup with dwarfism until tiny Buttercup has been sedated, x-rayed and scanned. Since Buttercup got snarly when the vet yanked on her paws, the vet has decided that Buttercup’s legs are causing her pain. Buttercup climbs up and down the cat […]

prevaricating

“Why does Westley smell like pancake syrup?” “Well, I think maybe he could have gotten some on him when he was like, walking on the table and then he might have accidentally licked my plate that I forgot to put in the sink.”

Buttercup & Westley

Six weeks ago, my mother called me during a workday. My mother only calls during work hours if something important is happening. It makes my heart race the same way that calls after midnight do. This call was not an exception to that rule. One of my mother’s co-workers heard noises coming from a kitchen […]

A message from the kittens

Once again, the human with the giant claw hands has failed to properly photograph us. Today, she gave us a bath despite our wails of complaint, fed us our bottles that run out of liquid before we are properly satiated and put us in a laundry basket to fully insult our dignity. We tried valiantly […]

tech and cats

First, this happened: Then, in another city, in another state, this happened: A bajillion dollars of tech and a million hours of brain power… for cat videos.