For most of this year, my cat Spot has had some kind of mystery IBD-like problem that makes him get very skinny, have explosions at both ends, and have trouble subsisting on anything but a hideously expensive hypo-allergenic prescription-only catfood. However, his favorite food is still chicken and turkey, and it is one food he was still interested in on a few occasions when he got worse and refused to eat anything else. For some reason he really likes the lunchmeat version, even over meat taken directly from a cooked bird. REALLY likes. To the point that I usually have to shut him out of the room if I want to eat a chicken sandwich. Otherwise, what I see is this:


Give me the sammitch, human. You are getting sleeepy...


No really, GIVE ME THE SAMMITCH.
Plus there's a lot of frantic mewling.


He's also really helpful with paperwork. Here he is on hold with Moda for me.


Helpful cat is helping

He's a really sweet boy. One way or another, I am doing my best to make sure he sticks around as long as possible.

Discussion once more arose on the extraordinary quantities of fur Whiskers is capable of shedding at any time. Didn't he get the memo that he's a short-haired cat?

Karl says: "He's a long-haired cat in a short-haired cat's body. He's a trans-cat..."

(wait for it)


"He's transfurring!"

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!

The urban ponies across the street were looking especially picturesque today.







Where'z my snack? Useless human.

It's been a fine time for lolling with laptops...


Sitting by oneself... (Mama)


Climbing in trees... (Spot)


Advanced nose-grabbing... (Socks)


Advanced paw interlace... (Spot)

(Feather)

Looking dapper... (Whiskers)


Dominating rugs... (Mama/Feather)


...and dominating laps (Mama/ Jean-Luc/ Hrothgar)


It's a tough life, to be sure.

Mama cat never ceases to be disappointed by the fact that we are, in fact, omnivores. She can see no reason why cooking should involve anything other than meat. Our penchant for root vegetables is especially offensive, and really, there is no reason why zucchini bread could not involve bacon, in her feline opinion. Pork pancakes? Beef brioche? Is it so much to ask?

Oh baby. Love that book on book action. (Yes, it's safe for work.)

http://thenonist.com/index.php/thenonist/permalink/hot_library_smut/

Well done, internet. Once again you have broken my brain with your apotheosis of inexplicable humanoid peculiarity.

What's particularly charming is his demented enthusiasm for this instrument. Clearly there could be nothing cooler than ba-roc-co-li o-ca-REEE-na. Except cucumber trumpet.

Fifty movie titles embedded in a painting... how many can you name?

Click on an area to type a title; hit return after typing - if box turns green, you got it right.

Here is a list if you get stuck...

*snerk* All cat owners slaves will relate to this.

http://monstro-draw.livejournal.com/6701.html

Yep, that sounds about right.