My aunt, who has very decided ideas about cat fashion (in that she believes it exists, and should be pursued) is visiting my parents' house for Christmas, as I am. She decided that Bingley did not look appropriately festive.* And so...


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I realize this is strange, but I have to share what I have discovered to be the greatest collection of images known to man.

Someone on facebook linked to an article on cats as fonts (not really that good) and I decided I would like to find this picture, but without the caption:

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My Bingley is overweight. He has a large frame, so he wears his 13 pounds better than some cats might, but still. The pudgy belly has just got to decrease ( Read more... )

After seeing me trek out to the compost bin, Bingley spent ten minutes yesterday crying to go outside. So this morning, after I shoveled the driveway, I put his leash on him and took him out back. My brilliant plan was that he would set his tender little feet in the snow, realize this was a terrible idea and scoot back inside, happy for once to be ( Read more... )

In case you were wondering why I cannot have nice things...


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( A new camera! )

Bingley's favorite thing in the world is hair elastics. (Especially the heavy, thick kind.) You can tell when he's gotten a hold of one because he starts purring in deep, ineffable contentment. In the right mood, he'll fetch the hair elastic for as long as you're willing to keep throwing it for him ( Read more... )

Bingley has had his last adventure in the backyard ( Read more... )

First, I want to share a couple (sadly low-quality) pictures of a totally awesome birthday present I - or rather Bingley - received from thepresidentrix in the mail!

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My friend Jorge is back in town, after a summer spent in his homeland of Texas. This year he brought his dog with him to his new house. Last night he brought her over to meet my roommate and I ( Read more... )