Shortie

A link for you:

http://www.fluffytails.ca/christmas.asp

Good one, eh? My tree's not as sturdy as that one, but I'm doing my part to create a wonderful after photo.

MK

When Is A Mouse Not A Mouse?

So I am getting some of my rare laptime from the Typing Slave, which I want in increasing proportion to the fact she's not in the mood these days, and something is squiggling against my belly. Poking and wiggling and keeping me from a comfy snooze. I raise myself up to see a MOUSE sneaking around beneath the skin of the Typing Slave's large, round belly!

Naturally I attack.

Did I deserve to be flung across the room for attempting to denude the household of cheese-eating pests (besides Big D)? I think not.

Holiday Tree Update

The slaves finally put the tree up. I climbed into the tree within 2 minutes of Food Slave setting it up -- the slaves are cheezy and use an artificial tree -- and then everyone who isn't a cat hung what Typing Slave called "cat and kid safe" ornaments. Lots of jingle bells on pipe cleaners, stuffed toys, plastic balls and starched snowflakes. Oh my meow, that is one ugly tree! Even I can tell.

A day later, and Big D and I pretty much got the bottom quarter cleared. I'm going up the tree and clearing the midsection the next time the slaves vacate the premises.

Fleeeeeeeeas!!!

Ok, so the Advantage Flea Stuff didn't work for the 4 weeks prescribed. I could have told Typing Slave the little buggers were still a-buggin, but she didn't realize we cats were still infested, a mere 3 weeks after the initial application, until the evil pests nearly ate Pink Thing alive while leaving TS and Food Slave completely alone. Big D is rife with fleas; in fact one might surmise the bugs never vacated his plush, hairy body.

Typing Slave is all flustered about the situation. Did she apply the Advantage wrong? Should she try a different brand? Will mothballs and fleabombs and other household treatments work? Do we have superpowered alien fleas that laugh at chemical warfare? (This would be supported by my hypothesis Big D was bodysnatched that night he escaped.) What is going on and why can't Typing Slave fix this situation? It's what we (don't) pay her for.

In fact I'd go so far as to say it makes me CROSS. So today when Typing Slave attempted to reapply the Advantage, I scratched her, escaped, and then writhed tauntingly on the floor just out of her reach. It's not as easy for her to chase me down with her big fat belly. It was a fun game, almost worth being caught and treated. I acted like the Advantage between my shoulder blades was burning torture, dashing erratically about the house and giving Typing Slave the wild eye, to make her feel guiltier.

Big D sat like a lump during his turn and then ate up his treats like the lurch he is. Or the alien. The fleabitten alien.

MK

Winter Thrills and Pills

Wintertime Thrills

1) Lounging on the floor vent when the heat is blowing
2) Wreaking havoc on Christmas trees
3) Sniffling all the excess food laying about, some of which is even cat-tastic
4) Birds in the snow, frozen and helpless (like it snows HERE but it does somewhere)
5) No leaves on the trees, so birds lurking there are easier to see
6) Fattened up slaves with warm laps
7) Ribbons, wrapping paper and empty boxes and bags
8) Watching slaves fall on the icy steps outside
9) No heartworm-toting mosquitoes
10) Tuna (a thrill at any time so why should winter be different?)


Wintertime Pills

1) Hectic slaves
2) Who go on vacation and leave you with a catsitter
3) Worse, who stuff you in a cat carrier and drag you WITH them to some strange house
4) Where the other cats are nicekitties – gag me!
5) And you aren’t even allowed out of the back room to beat them up.

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So what do you like/hate about wintertime?

MK

Where's the Lap??

So, tell me. When Typing Slave is in the recliner moaning and groaning, why CAN'T I hunker in her lap all day long?

And what's with this "laptop" thing anyway? If the "laptop" thing, which is nicely warm, incidentally, can be in her lap, why can't I?

MK