I am just all kinds of scattered and unfocused right now, trying to get the house whipped into shape before Friday (half of Fred’s family is coming here in the morning for brunch and then we’re going to his Dad’s in the evening), so y’all are stuck with cat entries this week.
I know, I know “Really? Cat entries? From ROBYN? We are STUNNED and SHOCKED and AMAZED!”
Last week, it rained. And then the next day it was warm enough for the cats to go out into the back yard and then back into the house many many many times. I didn’t even bother to mop ’til the next day.
I love the alarmed look on Bobby’s face, like “I feel a paw on my shoulder, but NO ONE ELSE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!”
Jean, this basket bed condo thingy look familiar? It is a favorite of the Bradys. Also, Jake is rather partial to it.
Corbie McGee and his thick, lush, raccoon-like tail.
An attempt to get a better picture of the not-a-heart on Cindy’s side. I’ll see if I can’t get a straight-on picture.
Cindy is a multi-tasker who can grab for Peter’s tail AND bunny-kick my foot at the same time.
Oh, Bobby Brady, I lub you so.
The straight-on pictures of Peter Brady don’t really show the extra-long fur at the tips of his ears, but this one shows it pretty nicely.
::thlurrrp::
The basket bed condo thingy on its way to the kitten room. Tommy gave it two paws up.
Corbie McGee, peering around the corner. I love the way his tail is around the leg of the chair.
“MOM! You ever hear of KNOCKING FIRST?!”
Previously
2009: I was a baking motherfucker this weekend.
2008: No entry.
2007: Kismet! Match made in heaven! Fate!
2006: I said to Fred, “I know you think we have too many cats, but -”
2005: I imagine that when all three of our phones are in the same vicinity, we’ll get them confused and hijinx will ensue.
2004: Reader questions, answered.
2003: “Um, no,” I told Fred when he asked. “And not only no, but HELL no, and I’ll be out of the house whenever they come to interview you and tape you exercising and all that goofy-ass shit.”
2002: No entry.
2001: I guess he defines “tension” as “getting drunk and pawing every female in sight.”
2000: I practically woke up screaming, I tell you.
1999: Suddenly, it occurs to me that nestled next to my underwear is not the best place to put a bag of very potent catnip.
In the picture of Cindy multi-tasking, is that Marcia looking all forlorn and abandoned next to her? In my house, it’s usually Bill Pardy who does that – sit in the middle of the floor and stare at the ground like he’s in solitary confinement. Then I’ll walk by an hour later and he’s asleep, face pressed into the carpet. I don’t see how that can be comfortable!
Hope your holidays are happy and stress-free, Robyn!
Your picture of your cat trodden wood floor makes me smile!!
Makes me feel better about my floors- Ollie has really deep paws and no matter how much you try to wipe them when he comes in, always with the paw prints…
Katherine never knew what she was missing. Apparently, wicker or fabric are not her thing(s). She prefers her Amazon box, or her custom-made Norwalk ottoman on wheels. Oh, and after a couple of trips to the litter box, my SINGLE cat can make our wood floors look like a battalion of Anderson kittehs in and out from the yard! Ha.
I am so happy to see SOMEONE enjoying the condo. It looks quite attractive with a pile o’ Bradys on it! Or a single Tommy.
Thank you for the holiday card! It really is full of magic and sparkly-ness and anybody who didn’t ask for one should be sad! I love the idea of a Christmas postcard and I am stealing it for next year.
Hmm. What in the world was Jake or Elwood (who was it?) doing in his little box that he needed privacy?
I can’t imagine. That caption was hilarious!
Someone please tell me where I can find the wicker cat basket/condo. My cat would love that!
Walking through the Target parking lot last night, I suddenly thought (in YOUR voice) “Buster Brown gets around!” and thought you needed to know lolol
Nathaniel and I love the Christmas card – thank you SO much!
Cindy Brady has a hidden mickey on her side. Let’s go to Disneyland. ha ha