Monday, October 24, 2011

Halloween kitteh

Watch "Pumpkin Vampire Kitty" on YouTube

Omgomgomgomg how cute is this cat? Eating out of a candy corn dish? In a halloween decorated house? Aggghhhhhaaagagahhh. I just died.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

To live the life of a cat

Chilling out on cushy pillows, blankets, underwear. What a life.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Itteh Bitteh Kitteh Committeh is in session

I'm upstairs, washing my face, brushing my teeth, putting on jams, and no kittehs are around me hanging out. I go to my room, check emails, do a bit of work, no kittehs. Where are they?
I go to the top of the stairs and ALL FIVE are below. In a row. Chilling out. They must be discussing the merits of Rimbaud versus Lorca.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


George and I have the same idea. We are one.

Monday, October 10, 2011

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

Have you ever wondered how you, too, can be fat? Let me tell you.

I am obsessed with milkshakes at the mo. I can't stop. I don't know what's wrong with me. Almost every night for the past week, I make a vanilla or mint choco shake. Because those are the two ice cream flavors I bought. All you need is milk and ice cream and you have a delicious milkshake. My whole thing is why "eat" my calories when I can drink them?

And FYI, adding cinnamon to a vanilla milkshake is a delight.

On a pleasant note. It's HALLOWEEN!!!!! Tonight's scary movie is Trick R Treat. There was a killing within 3 minutes or so. And that's how it should be.

OMG, I just looked down under my office chair. George and Greybie are lying facing each other. Holding hands. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh I can't take how cute they are. I can't take a pic bc my phone is dead but it's really really cute.

She's crafty, and she's just my type

The kittehs love feathers. They have eaten and destroyed all of their toys. So I was at the art store for school anyway and I picked up a bag of feathers.

With a little hot glue and yarn, their toys are back!

The kittehs did not make it easy. They kept stealing the feathers and yarn away from me. Jerks.

Then, tonight while I was waiting for my pizza to heat up (super vegetarian so it was only half bad, and I only had 3 pieces), I fixed Greybie's ball. She loves these fuzzy balls. Just like how dogs love those squeaky toys. She carries them around the house and brings one to bed every night. However, like dogs, she enjoys murdering her toys and gnawing out the innards. So rather than buy a new one, I took a fur carcass and a plastic bag (for the crinkle).

Then, with only 2 minutes left until the pizza was done, I roughly sewed it closed. I mean, it doesn't really matter since in a couple of weeks I'll find the dead ball under my pillow.

I threw it on the ground and in 2 seconds, Greybie had it.