The cat tower is one place where the kittoons play with such abandon, things verge on disaster. We’ve had to anchor the thing to the book case with tethers after they managed to topple it a few times, and since … Continue reading
It’s 5:43 a.m., Los Bastardos have been fed their gushy food and Thundercats are go! They’re ‘go’ all over the place so fast, Scotty’s not sure if she’ll hold, Captain…. Roll back the clock a few hours, sometime after midnight. … Continue reading
The Marshal has been annoyed with the neighbors lately. You see, Titanescu spends most of his evenings on the bed with us, and glares towards our front door whenever their baby can be heard or nails are hammered, like the … Continue reading
Socially, having a dog on whom to blame your “accidents” is a boon, but even if your cat is a flatuliste, things become a bit of a stretch. Jenny makes a good effort of it, especially when I pet her. … Continue reading
It’s Caturday and it looks like I’m getting it up on time for once. Lastech has changed shifts and I’m still struggling with the change. I got used to graveyard and now I’m getting used to days. The resident furballs … Continue reading
Another late Caturday edition, this time dedicated to a topic we’ve touched on before, emergency preparedness… Late, because we just returned from the annual San Francisco city-wide N.E.R.T. drill which took place this morning. A couple years ago, Rudha-an and … Continue reading
With Rudha-an suffering a sore (parched?) throat down in the desert where the wind sandpapers eyes and nose alike, and Miss Jenny getting (slowly) over her case of the unburied runs, Titanus Grumpicus continues to eat like a hog and … Continue reading
Howdy my friends. I’m sorry about not posting last week so I’ll get you caught up on the news today. Titanescu has made great strides in adapting to life in our apartment. He’s still a grumpy ole fart, but he … Continue reading
As a follow-up to last Caturday, this is what went on this morning at 5 am… Tito started with his monkey-boy routine of hanging upside down on the cat tower… Notice the rare evil glow in his eyes… Although not … Continue reading
Eventually I manage to kind of “bat” Jenny away just long enough to check the time, 9:39 a.m., crap I’ve only slept three hours. She walks back and forth across the pillow and darts when I pet her, almost coquettish … Continue reading