You won’t move? Fine. Won’t stop me from sitting Right Here.

Jeri just reminded me–it’s Friday and that means it’s time for cat blogging!

His Furriness was looking especially royal this morning.

What? WHAT?!

Don’t tell him that bookcase gives him a double chin.

It feels like something is blocking the heat in the living room…

Many furry thanks to Diana who provided fresh, homemade, catnip toys to Kit and Kat!

Yes, Kit really is that much smaller than Kat.

Or more accurately, Kat Blogging.

You have to wish that you could relax as well and as frequently as cats do.

Cats around here have two modes: adorable and insane. Sometimes the two coincide, but not always.

Once Michael and I moved to an apartment that allowed pets, I wanted to get a cat. So in 1998, on my birthday, we went outside the city and picked out Kat.

Now let’s let’s go back a couple decades…

On my 4th birthday, I had been playing outside when I appeared at the door holding a gray cat, and saying, “Look! I got cat for my birthday!”

Despite my parent’s best efforts, no on in the neighborhood would claim him, so Smokey came to live with us. They got him fixed and all his shots and he joined the family, consisting of me, my parents, and Ari the dachshund.

One of the first things Smokey did was claw the kitchen chairs. So was taken to the vet to get declawed. (I think my parents were also concerned that he might scratch me.)

Unfortunately, one night–in the middle of the night of course, when everyone was sound asleep–there was a commotion in the basement. A very loud commotion. A crashing and crunching and rattling and rolling commotion.

My parents rushed downstairs to discover that Smokey had used his back claws to shred a 50 lb bag of dog kibble, which then cascaded down the wooden basement stairs.

Smokey quickly went to live somewhere else.

Thus, I wasn’t sure if it was auspicious or not when we got Kat on my birthday. Yet despite his really bad attitude (which to be honest, is not all entirely his fault), I’ve enjoyed having him around, and hope he stays healthy so we can keep him around for awhile longer.

Turn about is fair play apparently.

Apparently it IS Kat’s window seat, and Kit isn’t really wanted.

I can’t decide if she looks extremely lazy, or slightly dead.

Help! Help! I’m being repressed!