Another Caturday has come around and it’s time for the furbabies to shine. The blog has been a tad neglected lately, but Lastech and I were both under the weather. We’ll try to make up for it. Miss Jenny and Tito are quite happy to have starring roles in our creepy new banner so they aren’t too upset.
Once in a while, Tito allows me to sneak up and get a closeup photo.Tito during one of his many lazy momentsMiss Jenny having a roll on her favorite little blankiesMiss Jenny showing that she’s daddy’s girl. She adores Lastech
As a bonus, here’s a video guaranteed to melt the hardest heart. I don’t mind admitting that stories like these make me cry. The website is Hope For Paws Animal Rescue. If you have a dime or two to spare, please help them rescue more dogs like Watson.
On this day, many moons ago… Ahem, lemme try again. On this day, in the last century… No, not good. Ok. Once upon a time, this young princess came upon a frog…oops, wrong story. There’s no princess in this one.
Today is Lastech’s birthday. Since his birthday is in October, they wanted to dress up for the occasion and make a card for him. They did, and here it is.
It’s Caturday and time for our furbabies to shine. This time, they have been working on a magazine cover. They both went and picked out their own magazine covers. Tito wanted a soothing restful theme. Miss Jenny decided that her tater wrangling was so inspired that she went in that direction.
Tito chose a lounging shot for his cover photo. He’s a pretty laid back dude, after all.As you can see, Miss Jenny decided on the tater theme. She chose this photo to show off her beautiful blue eyes.
Not that the pointy eared ones really care, but today’s post is about belated birthday wishes for them. If it wasn’t for the fact that they sleep, oh say about 17 hours each day, their parkour play moves and Klingon-style luvvin’ would make you think they’re burning the candle at both ends.
Our wish is for them to meow long and loud and for many years to come. Happy birthday, you little @$#%*&#!
In fact, if they were human, I think they might be Swedish percussionists running from the Law in the JBoDmobile (more on that later)…
Yes, it’s Caturday, but first things first. The proper pronunciation for evil in this context is the same as in the old classic horror films. Instead of pronouncing it as in the name Evel Knievel, it should be pronounced EEeee vill . The first half should be long and drawn out and the second half rhymes with bill. Got it? Good on we go.
Evil lurks in this house, erm, apartment. It has four legs and fur. It also has beautiful baby blue eyes.
Aw, isn’t it sweet and adorable? They love each other
Don’t let the fart monster’s beautiful blue eyes fool you into complacency. She’s evil.
I found Tito hiding in the bathtub with a look of fear on his little kitty face
Why fear? Well, he found this! [cue the theme to Psycho’s shower scene].
Evil Jenny lurks
No wonder Tito is scared. I’m scared too. This morning I awoke to find her nibbling on my eyebrows. Then she farted.
So that you don’t have nightmares after that last photo, I’m including an adorable English bulldog named Porter. He doesn’t like his leash. It can be found on cobrakiel’s YouTube page.
Another Caturday rolls around and it’s time for Tito and Jenny to look their best. Sometimes it’s fun to take a substandard photo and have a bit of fun with it. This is what I did today.
Tito as artJenny under water
As a bonus, here is a owl that is so cute your head might explode.
As anyone who lives with cats knows, they are mischievous, wicked, naughty, thieving little critters. Some, will steal your food like Kitsy used to do. His preference was bacon, but he would settle for pizza. Some are paper shredders. The Boober’s favorite was the paper towel roll. We used to have to hide the rolls in the cupboard.
Tito is the shelf monster. If it’s on the shelf, it won’t be for long. He’s an expert of knocking items off one at a time. This is quite disturbing at 3am. We learned the hard way that breakable items have to be stored away.
This is what Tito is like in action. His nickname should really be Ruprecht. The important part begins at 3:55 minutes in.
Some, like Miss Jenny, love to steal various items from around the house and hide them in bed. She’s a regular pack rat. Trust me, you don’t go to bed in this apartment without going through the bedding looking for all the stray items. A ballpoint pen in the posterior is not my idea of fun.
This is just a small sample of the items found in our bed.
Found in bed: One sock, two corks, one mechanical pencil, one screwdriver, one broken clothes hanger, one bottle cap and one black plastic doohumflicky
The kitties were about to have their moment in the sun yesterday when we learned of the passing of Neil Armstrong. As the commander of Apollo 11 and the first man to set foot on the moon, we just had to honor him instead.
Now it’s time for the kitties to shine.
A wonderful friend, StateOfGrace gave our kitties a couple of lovely little blankets. I was finally able to get a photo of Tito with his. Thank You StateOfGrace.Miss Nightshade Jenny is queen of all she surveys
Another Caturday has rolled around and it’s time for the furkids to shine a bit. Things are settling down since the loss of Kitsy. Tito and Miss Nightshade Jenny are slowly adjusting. They miss him and it shows, but they’re taking a lot of comfort in each other. I still haven’t been able to write a fitting memorial for my little clown, so it’s going to wait for a while. In the meantime, here are our sweet furballs.
Tito is watching from the bookcase. Recently his vocabulary has grown. He no longer just says “MEE!”. He hmrows and coos and has even yelled a time or two. It’s downright impressive.
Here is Miss Nightshade Jenny snoozing on a crochet pad. The pad and the ball were a gift from our lovely friend StateOfGrace.
She looks like an angel when she sleeps. Don’t let that fool you. She’s Basement Cat’s minion when she’s awake. We wouldn’t have her any other way.Love: They haz it
The Olympics are over for another couple of years, but I thought I would leave you with this great vid by klusmanp at YouTube.
That’s where the cuteness ends: Jenny starts by kissing on Tito, they exchange a few licks, and settle down for a minute, maybe a few seconds.
The quiet before the storm
Then the wrestling begins. The headlocks and body slamming, what every Trekker recognizes as the Klingon mating ritual, somewhat different from the Vulcan mating ritual which also involves ass kicking, but of a Starship Captain.
Someone could get hurt…
As I type this, for instance, Jenny is still greeting me home, dancing figure eights under the chair, pawing at my leg and grabbing my arm to rub against. With purring and claws. I’m already bleeding in three spots. I got bit. Not too hard but firmly.
I will show you a paper tiger
Must be the Tortie (Tortoiseshell) in her, the little brute. As a wrestler, she has a very solid stance: wide with hind legs bent. We saw her more than once using this position to wrap Tito in an embrace before slamming him down. Then again, he gives as good as he gets, and even has her retreating often, though never for long. Never for long.
I’m bleeding from a fourth scratch now.
Jenny will also walk on my pillow stopping just long enough to nom on my skull. If I pet her, which I always do, she farts. If my wife leans over to nose bonk her, Jenny’ll cough in her face, like Carol Beer on “Little Britain”:
Her newest trick: not a cough, but a vurp (a burp which sounds vomitous). All I can say is thank Ceiling Cat she doesn’t eat mice. Things are gross enough. Annnnd, I’ve got an eighth scratch… Well, a puncture, more like… Still, I feel like one of Jack the Ripper’s playthings.
