The Tiny Cat Just Does Things Differently

The tiny cat no longer takes her meals on the table where the cat food is in a bowl.  She either goes to the dog’s bowl, bats some of that food on the ground, and eats it, or she does as she’s doing right now: she spends a good twenty minutes tugging and pulling and [...]

Please Pray for My Pork Roast

I put it, trimmed of “excess fat” as the crock pot directions direct (heh), into the crock pot with fresh rosemary, fresh sage, onions and green peppers.  I checked it three times to make sure that I had it on “low” and not “warm” but it is all I can do to not call the [...]

Why I’m Having to Fire the Dog and Cats

Someone has been eating my sage.  Someone, judging from the bite marks, fairly small–a bunny or perhaps an orange cat–just taking a bit out of the side of the leaves as it needs the taste of sage to compliment its salad of my lawn.
The dog and cat should be leaving enough “Ferocious beast near here” [...]

Cats in Slacks!!!!!!

Oh, holy sweet Jesus, I am about to have to fall over.  I just got an email alerting me to this site–Cats in Slacks–in which this artist has a bunch of prints of Cats in Slacks.
I don’t think I have to tell you, America, what a short path it is from a cat in small [...]

Ghost Cat or Cat Trick?

So, last night, I took the dog out and both of the cats (avert your eyes, Rachel) ran outside, which is not so unusual for the orange cat but is very rare for the tiny cat.  I begged them to come back in.  I called “kitty, kitty” and I tried to scoop them up, but [...]

Kind of Makes You Wonder, Doesn’t It?

How many of these posts are written by me and how many of these posts are written by the tiny cat?

A Message from the Tiny Cat

An Open Letter to the Butcher

You’re going to tell me this is not the soul mate of the Orange Cat?

The Tiny Cat Tries an Alternative Lifestyle

I’m here on the computer.  The dog is asleep on the couch.  The tiny cat is sitting at the dog’s food bowl, trying to eat the dog’s food.  I have drawn this illustrative picture to, uh, illustrate the problem.
 
And, also, may I just say, first, that I kick butt.  Look at the scientifically accurate drawing [...]

Just a Quick Question

When did the tiny cat become the type of cat who wanted to sit on your lap at all times?
Why, I remember the good old days when she would live in my closet for months on end, hissing if you got too close to her.

See? He’s Tiny

I don’t know why my dad’s cat looks so giant, but here’s him in the chair for a true reflection of his size.

In Which I Make a Confession about the Tiny Cat

Reason number 1 I don’t sweat her butthair loss: It doesn’t seem to bother her.
Reason number 2: The vet still claims it’s just an allergy.
Reason number 3: Back when she had butthair, she had the worst dingleberries of any cat known to man and I don’t miss trying to unclump shit from an angry cat’s [...]

Well, That’s Too Bad

The Butcher cleaned last night (hurray!), even did the dishes (hurray, hurray!), but it means I can’t put my hands on a camera to take a picture of the tiny cat sitting there with her face in my shoe.
I don’t know why anything with a nose would want to put its face in my shoe [...]

The Two-Cat Riot

If you have cats, you know the wisdom of being on the lookout for out of the ordinary behavior like being loving, looking at you in the face like you’re the most extraordinary thing they’ve ever seen, and walking right by your side, again, in a caring manner, while you come downstairs.
This can never lead [...]

All This and She Pees in the Toilet

I Saw It With My Own Eyes!

The tiny cat can pee in the toilet!!!!!!
I was sitting here and I heard the sound of tinkling and I grabbed the phone and ran over to the bathroom door and tried to get the camera on the phone set up while getting the bathroom light on, but all the noise and light-flashing was not [...]

BREAKING NEWS!!!!

I just got a phone call from the Butcher who is both terrified and delighted.  It seems he’s sitting at home on his day off when all of a sudden he hears a distinct, unmistakable noise–the tinkle of pee hitting toilet water.
Now, he’s home alone and he’s not in the bathroom.
So, what could possibly be [...]

The Afghan–An Update

I wanted to get a picture of the dresser under question, but when I walked into the Butcher’s room, I was distracted by someone doing a pretty good job of eating a candy cane.  I won’t mention any names, but you can see the evidence to his right, there.

I only have three rows left to [...]

I’m Leaving It To the Butcher

The orange cat came home covered in burrs.  I mean, like he’s wearing a little burr jacket.  I tried to pick them off, but he’s having none of it.
Fine, orange cat.  Fine.
Lay around all day in burrs.  I’m letting the Butcher deal with you.
Wait.  Or will he lie around all day in burrs?  Damn you, [...]

In Cat Heaven, I Bet There’s a Lot of Surliness

A moment of silence for Mr. Otto. 
So sorry, Rachel.

TV Shows the Folks in My House Most Resemble

1.  The Butcher could totally be on Psych.  That’s exactly the type of scam the Butcher’s friends would find themselves involved in.
2.  The orange cat is our own version of Bobby on Law & Order: Criminal Intent.  In fact, I often call him Bobby, which infuriates the Butcher, but I’m just like “Hey, I’m just [...]

Who Bit the Tiny Cat?

We’ve long suspected that the tiny cat is a CIA operative, just because you can watch her go into a bedroom one day, not see her for two weeks, and then, suddenly, she’s sitting on your golf clubs like she always watches tv with you while sitting on your golf clubs.
Then there was the fact [...]

A Question for the Ages

Why is everyone asleep on the couch?  I think the temperature is just fine in here, but maybe this is their subtle way of telling me that it’s too cold.

Cats are Magic, Right?

The new altar is home, but not yet in place.  The cats like it, though.

A New Home for the Tiny Cat

As you all may remember, the tiny cat is not really all that excited about the size of the world.  She’ll pick a place to live–like wedged between the window and the bookcase–and that’s pretty much where she’ll hang out until she finds a better place to live.
She spends most of the winter in my [...]