Getting Up There

According to this age chart, I am in the Prime of my life. Right in the middle of it, in fact. Guess it's time to start acting like it.

Ninjacat

I wonder if Brody thinks he is a ninja considering the number of times he has "escaped death" at the hands of the vacuum cleaner?

Conversation I just had with my cat

Opal walks up to me and rubs against my leg.

Me: Hi Sweets! Whatcha doing...besides being a-dor-a-ble?

Opal: ... (judgmental look, and walks away with a tail flick)

Apparently Opal doesn't approve of anthropomorphizing pets. She will have none of my tom-foolery.

Hey! Look at what I learned to do!

Clarification: I learned to embed GIFs not make GIFs.

Which means you get to enjoy my favorite thing on the internet...
Courtesy of this person.

I could watch this all day. Forever.
Please don't ask me how studying is going.

It's Probably Just Gas

Tonight, I spent the better part of an hour researching carbon monoxide poisoning and symptoms before realizing I'm just really, really tired.  I also thought the cats were succumbing until I remembered that they are cats, and prone to lying about in a nearly comatose stupor.

Mittens on Strike

Tough day for the cats.  A spur of the moment trip to the pet store meant teeth brushing, flea medicine, and protective covers on their favorite scratching post...THE COUCH!  But hey, at least I got them some treats, and a new filter for their water.  And all the thanks I get are some fairly deep scratches, Brody pouting in the closet, and Opal making faces at me.  I give and I give...

Priceless Opal

My Backpack Exploded

A law school bomb went off in my house today.

Note the extreme interest of the cats.

Greatest. Text. Ever.

 "Your cats hate Tennyson.  

They run away when I read him out loud"

                                                       -Christy

What I Found Under the Fridge This Weekend

15 assorted cat toys. This time I know it was Opal, as those leopard-print,
feather balls happen to be her favorite toy.

What I Found in the Toilet This Morning

I love my cats. I'm guessing this was Opal as she's the klutzy one, but you can bet Brody didn't do anything to stop her.

! Siesta de los Gatos !

Los mittens son muy contentos en el bano de mi casa. !Que adorable!

Study Hall

The cats have really taken a liking to this studying business...Momma's Boy, Brody especially. I think it might be the extended amounts of time that I'm around now, or the stillness while I'm home. There isn't a lot of movement or cleaning or vacuuming, just lots of sitting and reading and typing. While I lay on the bed, or at my desk, or on the couch; the cats are there trying to jump in my lap or sit on my books. They are a welcome distraction. Here is Brody attacking my pen. I charge him with adorableness in the first degree!

Opal Acrobatics

Here is Opal doing what Opal does best. Note: the basket she is trying to extricate herself from is wedged under that wall outcrop. So, the opening she has to navigate through is less than 3 inches wide. I'm not sure how, or why she does the things she does, but I can pretty much guarantee an accidental dunking in the toilet just below the shelf where the basket sits. I'll post pictures when it happens.

Bad, Bad Cats

Popcorn tragedy.

Little Monster in the Closet

This is Brody's new favorite place at home...in the very back of the closet, on the very tippy top of the perilous tower of boxes and bags. I'm not sure how he gets up there without everything crashing down on him. Note the glowing laser eyes at the top of the photo.


















Closer...



















closer....















even closer...



















there he is!

Brody & the Books

Completely unstaged...how adorable is he?

Oh the Carnage

Dead Cats everywhere!!!

Perhaps this is the answer to my snooze button issue.

Meowy Christmas

I bought my cats their Christmas presents 2 weeks ago. New collars for both(because Opal broke hers); these catnip, ball-shaped things called "pawbreakers"; and a mouse on a string with a feather replacement. I had all of their things in a plastic bag inside my bookbag. When I woke up the next day they had pulled the plastic bag out of the bookbag, ripped a hole in it, and strewn their presents all over the house. Brody had left teeth marks in all the plastic packaging and it was too late to pry the "pawbreaker" out of Opal's clutches. Everything else went immediately into a dresser drawer. I debated not giving them their presents at all, something I vaguely remember my mom doing when I had found my Christmas present early. But then I thought it wouldn't be fair for me to accept what the cats got me, Harry Potter 6 on DVD!!!


Last Wednesday I couldn't wait any longer, I had to give them their presents if only to allow me to watch my movie. Opal looks particularly fetching in her new metallic silver collar. The second "pawbreaker" was kind of a bust seeing as they had been playing with the other one since Saturday. The mouse on a string was the real hit. Brody went insane over it. Running back and forth and back and forth. Leaping and climbing, jumping and spinning in mid air. Diving and somersaulting and stopping on a dime. At one point he was running horizontally along the back of the couch. He was out of his mind for that stupid mouse!

And then he just stopped. And stood there. And started breathing really heavy, and twitching his tail. At first I thought he was mad because Opal was trying to play too. But then he laid in the corner on his side and wouldn't stop breathing so quickly. He got this glazed look on his face and wouldn't move. I poked him but he was all limp. And when I picked him up, he dangled like a sack of potatoes, and on the floor where he had been...poop! POOP! He went over in the corner, laid down, and pooped! But definitely not normal intentional pooping, he never goes outside the box. I thought something was terribly wrong. So, I took him to the litter box and pointed him at it but he wouldn't go in. He went over to a corner again and this time pooped standing up. It's like he couldn't stop himself, not even to get in the box. When he was done he tried to run away, in shame I think, but I stopped him and he was still breathing heavy. I was pretty freaked out at this point so I brought him to his bed and just sat there petting him. He eventually started purring and 2 minutes later he was fine. I swear to you all, he pooed because of that toy. He was so excited, he actually shit himself. Hand to God.

Also in the realm of cat stories... I forgot to pick up cat food at the store before Christmas and the cats were hungry. So I thought to tide them over I would make some scrambled eggs. That's what one feeds sick animals, I figured it would be fine for them. Of course they wouldn't eat it. So I thought, they drink my cereal milk, I'll give them some milk. I had heard that cats are lactose intolerant, but my cats seem to stomach it fine. Turns out they are lactose intolerant, as evidence by the several puddles of vomit around the house a few minutes later. Poor babies, at least they weren't hungry anymore...