Early Saturday evening, in the kitchen

Fidelio (eats pie)

Bob (lounges by stove)

Jemmy (wanders in, contemplates pie consumption)

Jemmy (lounges by refrigerator)

(Offstage, Simon engages in enthusiastic barking)

Jemmy: Quick, Robin, to the Bat Cave! The Commissioner has sounded the alert! (cats exit)

We had a serious talk this evening at our place ( Read more... )

Let's start with their tongues--I realize cats show a lot of amazing adaptive features, but let's start with the tongues. As anyone who's spent any time around domestic felines knows, cats' tongues are covered with with little hooked papillae; in the big cats, like lions and tigers, these can flense meat off of bone, or, for house cats, morsels off ( Read more... )

Wherein Black-thumbed Jemmy Casey, Pirate Cat of the Cumberland and The Dread Pirate Roberts (AKA Jemmy and Bob) find fault with certain aspects of their world.

Recently, we started clearing out the back landing, as stringwoman has come into a small freezer, and the back landing is the best place to put it. So stringwoman and our landlord hauled the door that had been ( Read more... )

Some months ago, I stashed some small cat toys in a bag of catnip. What with one thing and another, these were released yesterday, to great rejoicing.

Bob is a serious stoner, bless his evil little spotted hide.

and the watchful eye of Simon, The Best Dog in the World (East Nashville Division) is our new resident. We're waiting to see if he will turn out to be Public Enemy Number One, or if he's just a pretty boy ( Read more... )

I've noted before cats read book. It should surprise no one who knows cats well that they are opinionated readers as well. So, what have my evil felines be reading lately? Well, they have a list, and they aren't shy about sharing.

We open with Jemmy lounging upon the dining room table (Yes, I've tried, stringwoman has tried, and short of actual violence, ( Read more... )

Yesterday evening, I got back to Nashville. It's colder than normal here, although not nearly as cold as it's been in Kansas City. (I did see a woman who was picking someone up, and was apparently not in possession of anything resembling an overcoat; she was wrapped up in one of those couch throws made from two layers of fleece fabric, with the ( Read more... )

This morning, at about 9:45 Central Time, The Dread Pirate Roberts, also known as Bob the Emokitty, lay down on my midriff as I was lounging in bed. He then purred. Witnesses present (Minerva Mu, Queen of all Barn Cats and Black-thumbed Jemmy Casey, Pirate Cat of the Cumberland) can attest that Bob did this freely, without coercion or coaxing ( Read more... )

Fidelio (titivating in bathroom): Um, is there a bamboo hairstick in here that isn't split at the tip ( Read more... )