January 13, 2009
What’s that sound? I hear crinkly noises. Well, woo fucking hoo, Cat #3 decided to check out the Crinkle Cave.
She wasn’t there long but at least I feel my $8.99 purchase is a little worth it. And because I like reading things into my cats’ expressions, I would call this one “Yeah, this was fun for like a minute, you cheap bastard, but where’s my fucking Wii!
January 7, 2009
For Christmas this past year, I bought my cats a present. My cats aren’t particularly religious but, really, who likes to be left out during the holidays. And I didn’t expect them to be appreciative. They’re cats. I expect asshole. But considering how much they love empty Walmart bags and beer cases, I thought they would absolutely adore the Crinkle Cave. Nope. Wrong again. It sits in a corner of my house ignored.
#3 is (still) obsessed with a piece of plastic greenery that fell off one of my 1950s lamps. #1 loves any kind of (free) box. #2′s only toy is attacking the shower curtain (when I’m sitting on the toilet) .
This year, no presents; and I’m hiding the calendar.
January 5, 2009
I hate to be a Debbie Downer but I do love this site. My last “real” job had motivational posters all over the office. Did it help me? No. And the owner is now out of business (and under investigation from the IRS).
And here’s a kitteh that may or may not look familiar:
And yet I still keep hangin’.
December 27, 2008
I love my kittehs but they don’t always love me (courtesy of kitteh #3):
This happened Christmas Eve. Kitteh #3 freaked out (she’s freaky that way). I know the warning signs but I ignored them (ie I’m a drunken bitch).
December 25, 2008
hates the overcommercialization of Christmas. Or he hates reading my blog. I can’t tell.
CHRISTMAS PRESENT UPDATE: Cute with Chris liked my kitteh too!
November 23, 2008
October 24, 2008
PETA’s latest adventure into bizarro world…
In an effort to discourage fishing, PETA wants to rename fish “sea kittens”. They seem to think that branding is the problem.
People don’t seem to like fish. They’re slithery and slimy, and they have eyes on either side of their pointy little heads—which is weird, to say the least…When your name can also be used as a verb that means driving a hook through your head, it’s time for a serious image makeover. And who could possibly want to put a hook through a sea kitten?
Sorry, calling fish sea kittens and dressing them up in big eyed cat drag won’t change my mind. I will continue to order my sea kitten salad sandwich on toast.
(the pic above is my personal sea kitteh that I created at the PETA site. Not sure what a sea kitteh is going to do in a litterbox or why he needs a water dish)
October 11, 2008
Although there are no hard (or soft) statistics (it is rare to find an owner, man or woman, walking a cat in public), it seems that single, heterosexual male cat owners are on the rise. Over the last few years Sandra DeFeo, an executive director at the Humane Society of New York, said she had seen an increase in the number of single, straight men who are adopting cats.
I wonder how Humane Society Sandra determines the sexuality of the new cat owners? (now I have nasty pictures in my head)
One hetero male cat owner’s reasoning:
dogs are for the weaker of spirit, since the dog is, in effect, “your wingman.”
“If you’re feeling insecure about your space in the world, you get a dog because he will always back you up,” he said. “He’s the insecure man’s best friend.”
A man with a cat, on the other hand, “is secure with himself,” he said. “He’s sharing his space with a predator.”
Er, OK, dude. Whatever works for you.
Here’s another guy’s take on it:
“Maybe it’s not the most masculine thing in the world, but I’m comfortable enough in my own manhood,” he said. “The cat’s nice. I come home after a long day of work, it sits in my lap, I pet it, and then it goes about its business.”
That sounds more like it. Now if only he could find a girlfriend like that.
UPDATE: Check out the cat hair on the cute guy’s shirt. Unless you own a black cat, black is not a color you can wear (which I think would be a deal breaker in NYC).
September 29, 2008
September 14, 2008
I’m not a religious person but sometimes you have to wonder. Yesterday, during my bi-monthly trip to the dump, while throwing my shit on the pile, I looked down and saw this:
I’ve been going through a bit of a rough patch lately (nothing I can’t handle, bitches and sorry if I’ve been grumpy) so it really made my day. I stood there, in the pouring rain surrounded by mountains of garbage, smiled and picked it up (thank god I have hand sanitizer in the truck). It was wet and nasty but I couldn’t leave teh poor kitteh there in the mud. LEE must’ve got his shit together and didn’t need it anymore (or he was rudely evicted from his mobile home).