I have a furby pelt. Never mind why, it's a long story.

Recently, I turned the light on in the dining room in the middle of the night and Réné was carrying the furby pelt, like a fresh kill.

I'm probably late to the party in terms of noticing this particular site, and I'm sure it's been said before that you can find absolutely everything on the Internet.

Notwithstanding, dear readers I give you Cats In Sinks (dot com).

Réné is mighty and valorous! She has caught and killed an invader! (Mus musculus type)

She has received a reward of a big helping of gooshyfood.

All hail the mighty huntress!

It is with great trepidation and delight that I must announce the discovery of kittens under my back porch.

The tub drain was slow when I took my shower. Turns out there's blockage in the line somewhere: the toilet flushes into the tub, and then down into the basement bathroom sink slowly and onto the basement floor ( Read more... )

So I'm sitting here, and Réné jumps up on the desk next to me and...starts chewing on my headphone cord! So much for the hope that she may have learned something from the previous incident.