I Smell Pretty

Apparently there was a stench coming from me yesterday. Frank and Jen kept talking about how I smelled like my litter box, so before I knew what was coming I was getting another bath. This one was no better than the first. As if the water isn't bad enough that goo they rub on me is vile. They try to rinse it off but it makes my fur taste funny. And now I smell like baby powder. A fierce mancat in training should never smell like baby powder -- it's a tragedy.

I Got Skills

I have award-winning hiding skills! Ernie, over at the Island Cats, passed on this special award to me last week. It's meant for cats who do a good job at hiding.

This is the picture that helped me nab the prestigious Golden Award.

I have spent a great deal of time thinking about which cat to pass it along to. There are so many that are good at the hidey. In the end, I have decided to pass it to a kitty that is so very good at it that he hides for hours at a time. This handsome mancat recently began the transition from feral to beloved and is having a tough time adjusting to life indoors. Nigel, this award is for you! I hope things are looking up for you buddy!

Goodbye Furriend

Goodbye Cal...I know you are happy and healthy at the Bridge, but we will

miss you down here.

A Bit of a Stretch

Sometimes a kitty just needs to stretch out and relax.

This is one of those times...

Wordy Wednesday

Thanks to Maggy, Zoey and Ann over at Zoolatry!

Litter Box Sledding

Sunday morning was quite traumatic for me. I got a new litter box (The Booda Dome is great -- thanks for telling me about it Rufus!) so my old one was cleaned out and sitting by the stairs waiting to be taken out to the Dumpster. I was running around the apartment in full force. I was especially hyper and moving at top speed. I spied the litter box and decided to jump into it. I took a running leap...and then it started to move. Not just a little. No, the whole thing tipped down and before I knew what was happening I was sledding down the stairs in my litter box. I was scared and kept trying to get my legs under me so I could jump out. I managed to get out of the litter box right before it crash landed against the door. I flew back up the stairs and under the couch. Frank, who had seen the entire thing, could barely stop laughing long enough to tell Jen what happened. It was awful. I thought it was cool when Goldie went sledding, but that didn't mean I wanted to try it. There are no pictures of the ordeal, but I will leave you today with a picture of the stairs. It's enough to give you nightmares!

Kitty Fight Club Entry

Here's the picture I'm entering in Misha's kitty fight club contest! This was the first picture the humans took of me when they brought me home. If you bigify the picture you can see where my tipped ear was infected. I was hiding behind the table leg because that flashy box made me a little nervous!

Pole Dancing

I've been practicing my pole dancing recently. Jen tried to get video of it, but I said no. The photo is enough of a preview. I'm available for purrthday and gotcha day parties. Ladies only please. And no lap dances -- the humans say I'm still too young for that.

Wordless Wednesday

No Place to Hide

There's no place in this apartment to hide. Under the bed? They find me. Behind the couch? They look there too. In the closet? Doesn't work. So I found a new spot the other night. I thought it was perfect. This box is gray, I'm gray. There's no way the humans would find me I thought. I squeezed myself onto the top of the box. It's a little tougher to fit into small spaces than it used to be. Just as I got myself comfortable I saw the flashy box come out.

I tried to move further back, thinking she was just taking a photo of that picture box that they stare at all the time.

Then she started talking to me and I just resigned myself that this was not my new perfect hiding place. I guess I'll have to keep looking.

It's a tough life.

Home Alone

I found out today that I'm going to be spending the night alone. Jen and Frank are driving down to Maryland to meet her parents and nephew for the day. They are going to stay overnight and come back on Sunday. They promised me that someone is coming over to visit with me, but I am not happy about this. I tried giving them the laser eyes to burn the idea out of their heads. It didn't work. My powers must not be strong enough...if only I had already completed my mancat training...

Wordless Wednesday

Mancat (in Training) Monday: Conquering the Closet

I recently found a way to climb up to the closet shelves. This is another one of those places that I'm not supposed to be. As usual, that doesn't stop me!

I love getting all the way to the top because nobody can reach me!

I was thinking about walking across the trim here. Then decided to just jump instead.

My favorite thing to do in the closet is to balance myself on the bar where the clothes hang and bat around the light string. Jen says that my claws are out in this picture way too much to be around clothes. So now the closet door is being kept shut unless someone is in it. The humans don't want me to have any fun!



By the way, a special thanks to Maggy, Zoey and Ann over at Zoolatry for my new banner! Thanks ladies I LOVE it!!

Gloomy Sunday

It's raining and gloomy here. Not even the birdies are out singing. It's the perfect day to just crawl under a blanket and nap all day...maybe tomorrow will be nicer!

A Guilt Trip

I'm so happy it's Friday! During the week I'm alone during the day while Frank and Jen are at work. Jen leaves last so I always try to guilt her into taking me to work with her.

First, I hop up on the little ledge that separates the living room from the stairs and I watch her put on her coat.

As she walks toward the stairs I flip over and look adorable. Next, I rub my head against hers and sometimes even reach out my paw.

After a minute of petting she starts walking again, so I hang over the ledge and look pitiful. Lately, I have started following her down the stairs, so that she has to look at my as she's shutting the door. Sometimes, I will even run and hop up in a window and watch her walk the whole way. That way I know I will get extra treats when she gets home!!

Just a Little Snack

The lovely Cinza recently posted about lettuce. I too am a lettuce lover and Jen caught me sneaking some the other night. I don't see what the big deal is though, lettuce is good for you!

There wasn't enough left on the cutting board, so I decided to help myself.

It's easier to eat this stuff when its cut up. Where are those humans when you need them?

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Wordless Wednesday

Tabletop Tuck

We got a new table this weekend. For some reason I'm not supposed to be on it. Clearly, that doesn't stop me. Actually, I don't know why this silly basket is sitting here -- I look much cuter sitting on the table than that thing does.

Snow Day!

We have a snow day today! Normally at this time of day I'm home alone and am sleeping. Today Jen's office was closed because of all the snow, so I have company! Yay! There's also a lot to look at out the window.

There's the snow falling out of the tree right outside my window.

There's people walking outside in the slippery white stuff.

And there are people who are almost being blown over by the wind (it's blowing up to 40 miles an hour today.) This lady didn't zip up her coat and it's flying out behind her. She must be cold. I'm glad I'm watching all this from inside where it's warm!