This wasn’t this past Sunday, but the one before. I woke up to find Spot had his arse right in my face, so I nudged hubby and got him to take pictures.
Please forgive my weird bedroom paint job – I was testing out colours and hated all of them. Maybe now that a few years have gone by, I’ll do something about it… HA!
What’s that I smell?
I think it might be…
Cattbutt! Oh how lovely of Spot to share his distinctive aroma, eau de feces, with me!
I think I’ll just leave this one as photos. Sorry Sled, I know you don’t eat meat. Maybe this is why not…
Last week, my dinner…
This week.
I think I need to start buying my pork loin elsewhere…
Bad jokes and puns strongly encouraged!
Have a back boiler? Have a VERY dead Christmas tree? Heat your whole house in minutes with dead tree twigs! Yes! You too can escape the low temperatures by burning the shit out of that dead thing you paid good money for! Just trim here, trim there, and toss onto your already-glowing coals! It couldn’t be easier. Call now!*
*Pleasenotethat’heat’requireskeepinganannoyingneedledroppingPOStreeinyourhouse,blockingthemainwindow,wellintoJanuary. Notresponsibleforpointy-assneedlesbeingdistributedallthroughoutyourdamnhouse.
I saw this most amazing thing on Facebook today, via Etsy.
Cat Battle-Armor. Can you just imagine the number of photos I would put up? Anyone want to give me €395 just to see the pictures I’d share?
I managed to steal a screen shot photo. I loooove this! Even better that the model looks like a Bengal.
It’s a proper harness. I would walk Spot everywhere if this was mine.
Most of us who dislike or tolerate our day (or night) jobs probably really appreciated the time off from work over the holidays. Ireland is very generous with holiday time – I worked from 7am to 10am on Dec 24th, and didn’t have to go back until Jan 2nd. I loved it!
The ones who loved it even more were our cats. They couldn’t wait for us to sit our (spreading) arses on the couch to catch up on movies, or TV, or box sets. I’m not kidding at all when I say that they were pulling at our sleeves to hurry us up to sit back from our breakfast and make room for them to cuddle under the blanket so they could snuggle into sleep.
I said our sleeves? No. They want to sleep on me. Just me.
Poor iDJ, he gets no cats. We have a running joke because the boys are always cuddling with me.
Him, pathetically: “Why don’t I get any cats?”
Me, hopefully: “We could get two more!”
Him, sad and resigned: “No, then you’d just have four cats.”
And that is true. Because he… twitches. He fidgets. Kitties hate that shit.
Me? I can lie like a slug for hours and hours and barely move at all. Kitty heaven.
It doesn’t hurt that I’m also really warm all the time – and they know it.
So, now that we are both back to work the boys are being rather mental because they miss lap-time, couch-time, whatever you want to call it. They are unimpressed that we are no longer here 24hrs a day providing comfy warm places to sleep. I know it upsets them, poor boys. It is so damn cold in this house during the day, and not a glimmer of sunshine in a month.
It’s not all bad. My good old man Spot decided to show iDJ some love on Sunday, and was adorable in his method. I think it was one last play at keeping us home to lurve on him constantly.
We settled in to take our annual awkward family pet portraits last night, when suddenly the doorbell rang. We answered to find my Canadian friend, bearing homemade cookies and her greyhound, Rua. After I wiped off the blood (I’d been holding Lokii and he doesn’t take well to Neko’s loud reaction to the doorbell), had a chat with our friend and let Rua have a sniff around the house, it was no longer an option to take the photos. Primarily because all we found of Lokii for the next two hours was his costume, abandoned on the floor. He might not be very bright, but he can strip!
Spottie, however, didn’t seem to mind any of it, and was still wandering around wearing his little coat and fuzzy collar. So hubby took a few pics of just me and Spot.
My favourite one.
Tempting him stay with a treat.
Tongue!
Neko wanted to wish you all happy holidays, too!
I was sitting in my usual indoor place last night: on the floor in front of the fire. I am the cat’s favourite place to nap, so of course I ended up with both of them on my legs.
This was fine, for a while.
Until I had to pee.
I really didn’t want to wake them up. As you do.
So I slipped out of my sweatpants (and booties) and left them there while I went upstairs to do the necessary.
Total success. I even managed to get back into my sweats again without either cat leaving.
Spoiled? Nahhhhhhh.
I have made up my dog meme pics, based on your suggestions, and a few from Facebook as well. I know which one is my favourite – which is yours? These are all free to share, wherever you like.
More suggestions welcome!
I did something really cruel to my Akita, Neko, last week. But…just lookit her! Awwwww!
It’s only cruel ’cause she wanted to eat that pumpkin, not wear it. If you look closely, her left eye definitely has a look that says, ‘I will have my vengeance. In this life, or the next.’
The right eye is too squished by the pumpkin to look very threatening. It’s her wonky eye, anyway.
I adore this pic, and think it is hilarious. But. I am terrible at thinking up clever captions for photos. I thought this one could go viral if someone were cleverererer than I. Any takers? I do have the technology, just not the brain power.
For instance: this is of my previous meme attempts that failed, miserably:
Yeah, sorry.
This is the best I’ve been able to come up with so far for Neek’s pic:
I think my inherent geekiness gets in the way of being universally funny. Please help! If this is fun for y’all, I’ll be back with an even better pic for captioning.
That’s right, this is how I roll.
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