The larger of our two cats is named Erika, an odd name for a cat as many have commented. We call her that because the fur on half of her calico face is black in a roughly Phantom of the Opera shape. The Phantom’s name was Erik and our kitty is female. Goofy to be sure, but significantly less of a mouthful than the “Mungo Jerrie and Rumpleteazer” we ( Read more... )

Serious yesterday, so cute cat photos today. Makes perfect sense. Teaa posted an adorable photo of her normally combative cats, made suddenly cuddly by the colder weather on FB the other day. That night I noticed that mine were reacting to the cold in a similar fashion...


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Jabba the Catt demands wider stairs in this place!


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Yesterday, I was playing on my laptop computer after my nap and then set it on the floor to make the bed. While I was making the bed and straightening things up, I kept hearing this clicking sound. I thought it was outside or on the roof so I ignored it. I finished, walked back around to my side of the bed to retrieve the computer and discovered my ( Read more... )

Burked by calicos. Also an undignified way to die, I am certain.

It's colder, which means the cats love sleeping on the bed at night. This can be a good thing. Warm cats sleeping by your feet mean warm feet. Win win. But they like to creep closer and closer and it's most disconcerting to wake up with both of them staring me in the face and purring. ( Read more... )

Our attempt to go to the Renaissance Faire today was an epic fail. Who knew the Santa Fe Dam Recreation Area would be closed to all further traffic before noon? Parking on the outside and walking in at the point was not an option either. Oh well ( Read more... )

Office visit to the local vet for the first time ( Read more... )

...or at least that's what Buddy seems to think ( Read more... )

Cats are love ( Read more... )

...no, not that one.  The other one.  The one currently playing at my house indefinitely.

Brave, brave, brave Sir Erika.
When Buddy reared his furry head,
she bravely turned her tail and fled,
to hide with dust bunnies under the bed
and hiss and snort like a wart hog instead
Brave, brave, brave Sir Erika.

Yeah, as amusing as cat politics can be - very ( Read more... )