RIP Toby

Here's to my cousin Toby. We only met briefly, and I wasn't very nice, but you will be missed...

Speak Softly and Carry a Big Tail

Readers of my blog know that I am the king of the castle, count of the condo, duke of the domicile. Sometimes you need to remind your subjects of your status. I never like to resort to shouting and scratching unless absolutely necessary. I follow in the hallowed footsteps of Theodore Roosevelt and let my stature speak for itself. In this video, I make use of my tail to handle some diplomatic negotiations.

P.S. Mom happened to be watching The Wire while this was filming, so pardon the expletive that may be audible partway into the video. By the way, have you seen The Wire? Fantastic...

"I think that I shall never see..."

Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

--Hans Christian Anderson

I have made no secret of the fact I love to lay inside a window and watch the wilds of nature work its magic. Napping in a sun puddle, watching those creatures called birds flit about and soaking up the strange odors are all in a days work for me.

So it should come as no surprise that while Mom sat on the deck, I parked myself on the floor next to the screen door. Perhaps the sunshine made her lightheaded and giddy, but for some reason she decided to bring me outside. Now in the past I have resisted this to the utmost of my ability. My fear of the "great outdoors" caused my claws to extend and my flight response to say feets don't fail me now!

However, my yoga and meditation have taught me to be more at ease within my own fur. I let Mom carry me outside and it was sensory overload. The smells, the sights, the sounds. The feel of sun unobstructed by a pane of glass! It only lasted but a mere couple minutes but filled my soul for days.

Will I return? I certainly hope so. Will I escape next time the door opens? Only time will tell.

Cat and Cow

Mom is going to get Dad to try yoga. Cannot. Wait. For. This.

I'm back!!!!!!!!!!

Hello dear readers! A thousand pardons for my extended absence but you know how life is. They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said no, no, no. After a few yoga retreats and awakening my chakras I am back and better than ever. Want proof? Here's my first video of the year shot by Mom on her new Flipcam.

Someone Call PETA!!

I have been the unwitting participant in a science experiment. Every time I think about it my fur stands up on end.

It all began when I noticed Mom take the toilet paper off the holder and put it on top of the cabinet. No big deal, she does this all the time because apparently I'm not supposed to eat it. Strangely, I then notice her slip another roll onto the aforementioned holder. Ever the curious cat, I hop up on the toilet for a closer examination. The paper was thin and rough, nothing at all like the plushy Quilted Northern I have become accustomed too. It certainly wasn't anything I wanted to eat. Having satisfied my curiosity, I jumped back down and sidled past Mom out the bathroom.

It was then I heard her yell, "He doesn't like it! He'll only eat the good stuff!" Excuse me??? This was all some elaborate experiment to test my preference for toilet paper. I was dumbfounded. I'm sure she never got IRB approval for this. I demand justice!

Craigslist Says What????

I heard through the grapevine, (okay from Mom), that a friend of theirs had recently gotten fed up with animals under his care and supervision. His solution: put them up for sale on Craigslist. Oh horror of horrors! I went to this "Craigslist" and found that most anything can be bought and sold with the click of a mouse. There were lots of gentlemen looking for a "furry buddy" to stroke and curl up with. I can only imagine they are in need of a pet. I do not want to be that pet.

Now, I highly doubt Mom and Dad would ever do this to me, despite all the havoc I cause. I also learned the friend came to his senses and took the posts down. He even went so far as to obtain another animal to add to the menagerie! However, I also learned this friend has a wife who is pregnant. What have I been saying about babies pushing the animals out of the house!? It looks like it could be happening again. I will be keeping an eye on Mom. As long as she keeps popping open those beer bottles, I think I'm in the clear.