A little late, but I’m getting it in anyway.

Humans were not the only ones relaxing this week.

We had ourselves some kitty insanity here at the Random Household.

My friend Diana makes treats for everyone’s pets at Christmas, and her cat treats are stuffed with home grown catnip.

The cats–especially Kat–love these treats.

Kit gets the catnip treat only after Kat was forcibly removed from the room.

Catnip toy! Catnip toy! Catnip toy!

OMG CATNIP!

I’m tired and don’t feel like chasing the cats all over the house, so here’s an old post for you:

Stuff on Kit

I suppose this means the stereo is nice and warm.

Don’t try to figure out what that look means. She was probably just tormented by the air molecules.

A new form of kitty prison!

Better late than never.

OH MY GOD! It’s a GIANT FURRY SLUG!

And then, suddenly, she’s normal sized.

Please leave me alone so I can go back to my nap.

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That might actually make a good tagline for me for the next couple weeks.

This picture was taken on the camera embedded in my laptop.

Guess that’s what I get for trying to surf the internet while lying down.

(Also notice that even here I failed to get a good picture of her. It’s like Kat has soaked up all the feline photogenic aura in the house.

Once again, the Kat is strangely attentive. However, I’m pretty sure that two weeks away in less than two months has something to do with it.

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OMG! It’s a giant furry slug!

Even his paws are large.

Where were you on Monday evening?!

When is the nice woman going to give me more treats?
(Note: Nice woman is not me. Nice woman is my grandmother.)

I am cute, even if I am underexposed.

I’m cute. I just can’t help myself.

I will not look at you. You are not worthy.

What on earth could that be?!

TGIF!

Kat, hanging out on the cat mat from Tania. Don’t look too closely or you see where all the cat fur in my house ends up.

Kit, thinking if she lies on the kitchen chairs, we won’t see her.

Despite the fact that I always find her there.

Why won’t this weirdo leave me alone?

Stop invading my privacy!

Why is she pointing that the flashy thing at me?

Stop following me!

OK. Fine. If I sit still will you stop bothering me?

OK. I’ll hold my chin up and look cute, but this is the very last picture. I mean it.

Kit is in trouble with Grandmom. Her furriness did not come upstairs at all today to talk to Grandmom, so when we got home, Grandmom was yelling down the stairs asking if the cats were ok, since she hadn’t seen them all day.

With that, Kit went sauntering up the stairs.

So why was Kit in the basement? Let’s go back to Saturday night. There were two sets of fireworks Friday night, on different sides of town, and we’re just enough in the middle that we couldn’t see either though we heard both. Though I was hoping we could see the ones they were shooting off downtown.

Why were there fireworks? Would you believe for my Dad’s birthday? No. My aunt didn’t believe that either. They were for MountainFest.

So at 9:45 the fireworks start. I jump up so I can run outside to see if we can see anything. Kit, on the other hand, jumps up to run away and hide, because she hates loud noises. Since we were both dashing in the same direction, Kit freaks out even more and runs into the stone elephant doorstop in her rush to get into the basement.

And knocks the doorstop down the stairs after herself, where it ended up crashing on the cement floor and breaking.

We didn’t see her again until late Sunday morning, and even then she was skittish.

Why that kept her from coming upstairs today to be fed treats from Grandmom, I have no idea. But she’s following Grandmom around now and chirping away as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

ADDENDUM the First:
Some stupid neighbor set off fire crackers. Who knows where she is now.