Posts Tagged ‘cat’

I was playing with my new toy and Ferd was watching from the porch, wondering what I was doing.The camera just seems to baffle all the cats who cannot imagine what’s so interesting.

“But WHY are you putting this stuff all over the counters and not letting me play on it?? It’s not faaaaaaiiiiirrr!”

And this is just one bunch of 3. Many many dozens of bananas this year…guess we’ll have to make cream pies and invite everybody over?

… an appropriate Pratchett quote. Haven’t done one in a while, anyway:

“Cats are sacred,” said Dios.

“Long-legged cats with silver fur and disdainful expressions are, maybe,” said Teppic. “I’m sure sacred cats don’t leave dead ibises under the bed. And I’m certain that sacred cats that live surrounded by endless sand don’t come indoors and do it in the king’s sandals, Dios.”

As the owner of cats with unlimited access to outside, cats for whom the world is their toilet, I’d like to know why, oh WHY is the couch corner so irresistible??

This was Boots yesterday, having decided that his busy cat schedule wasn’t working out for him. Or possibly this was his busy schedule, I’m not sure. Regardless, he really inspired me, and I did much the same thing today.

We, silly people that we are, went and stuck out the entire day Saturday at Jazz Fest. I have no idea how much it rained exactly, but I was expecting Noah to come floating by at any moment. Don’t believe me? Check here for a few shots…there are more, including video, but it ain’t happenin’ tonight.

So really, my biggest accomplishment today was figuring out why the search wasn’t working on the blog and fixing it. It’s not much, but it’s all I’ve got to hang my hat on. Whatever else is lying in wait will just have to stay crouched where it is until tomorrow.

And I concur.

It’s cold. Really cold. Ridiculously cold.

I really don’t want to give you a number, because you’ll only roll your eyes and tell me to stop whining. It’s 35 degrees.

The problem is that it’s 35 EVERYWHERE. New Orleans houses were built to breathe- a nice way of saying that they’re drafty as hell. This morning I got up and it was 28 outside and 47 inside.

It’s supposed to start warming up tomorrow. If it doesn’t, I’m going to have to start hiking further south.

Poor Kassie is terrified of the cats; she seems not to understand their relative sizes. What she understands all too well is their claws, which, particularly in our less stable cats, tend to come out randomly.

Best to keep your head down, don’t make eye contact, and hope they go away. Lishe looks like she belongs on a Halloween decoration, but really it’s just that she’s always, ALWAYS yammering, yowling and generally carrying on like a fishmonger’s wife.

First off, how the hell can it be almost October? Wasn’t it just New Year’s, like a week ago?

Yeah, I know, isn’t aging great, blah blah blah.

Anyway, Charlie is a Halloween baby, and this year we’ll be having the 2nd annual costume/birthday party, theme tba.

This pic is from last Halloween’s decorations; it’s our most evil cat, Sixie, snuggling down with her soulmates.