Bubbles the kitty is so needy. She begs for a belly scratch, but insists I go to her. Pfft. Damn cat.
Tag archives for Bubbles
Monday, July 23, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Lightning
Lightning-
I pet the cat
in the dark
Friday, January 19, 2007
Linkateria
Bunny is at war with the cats. The cats, especially Bubbles, have this thing going where they like to bat around their water dish. Whenever Bunny fills the dish, the cats will promptly spill at least half of it all over the kitchen floor. Bunny's had it. She went with the nuclear option.
Have you seen anything about that Celebrity Big Brother racism thing? It's a big hullabaloo in countries where people actually watch the show, like the UK. There are lots of news stories about the controversy, including this one, with it's dumbest headline ever: Are reality TV shows manufactured to grab attention? Well, fucking duh, of course they are.
The second dumbest headline ever is over at ABC News: Some Say It's OK for Girls to Go Wild. I say, yes, it's ok for girls to go wild. In fact, I would strongly encourage it.
In 2002, IDF Sergeant Kevin Cohen was killed in the line of duty while in Gaza. His mother had his sperm extracted and frozen. After several years, she's finally won the right to have a volunteer woman inseminated with her dead son's frozen sperm. How creepy is that?
In Philadelphia, a criminal defense lawyer was caught naked with a 14 year-old girl. He was caught in the courthouse, by a Sheriff's deputy. There do not exist strong enough words to describe how fucked that guy is.
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
It's all so clear now
I just now walked into the bedroom. The cat, Bubbles, was lying in her usual spot at the foot of the bed. She turned to look at me and stood to stretch. Then she shook her head like she might have been clearing water out of her ears. This action produced a sound exactly like a dog's squeaky toy.
This goes a long way toward explaining that whole dogs trying to eat cats business.
Friday, July 21, 2006
O… k…
For the past ninety minutes or so, the cat has been at the back door mewling to come in.
Here's the thing: it's not our cat.
Somebody else's cat just showed up on the deck and thought it would be a good idea to come inside and loaf on the couch for a while. I had the back door open, but the screen closed, so no strange kitty just wandered in. The two cats we actually do own flipped out at the appearance of this interloper. They're still flipping out now.
For ninety minutes or so, Mittens and Bubbles have been hissing and rumbling at this stranger just outside the door. It got annoying enough that I closed the blinds in the hope that this other cat would wander off. And (s)he did wander off… to the front of the house where (s)he could look in the window on the porch.
So for ninety minutes (it may be closer to two hours now) our two cats have been very vocally defending their territory with an amazing assortment of sounds. They're making noises I don't ever recall hearing a cat make. I swear they're actually trying to speak to this new cat.
What do you think they might be trying to say? "Go away! There's no room for you in the litter box?"
Yup. Still there. And (s)he doesn't look to be in any hurry to leave.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Kitty lovin'
Me: Aw, look at Bubbles. She wants lovin'.
The Bunny: I'll give her lovin'. Right in her ass!
(pause)
Me: Did you just say you'd give the kitty lovin' in her ass?
Monday, March 27, 2006
Is it weird…
…that the cat will chew me out for staying up too late?
It is, isn't it?
Tuesday, January 3, 2006
Note to self
Remember to turn on the hall light when walking up the stairs at night. One of the cats has taken to sleeping on the steps and I nearly killed myself when I tripped on her in the dark.
Tuesday, November 8, 2005
Excuse me, sir? Your metaphor is showing.
So I've got cats, right? Two adult female cats. One of them strikes me as particularly quirky. This cat, Mittens, continuously demands affection. But always on her terms.
You can't just walk up to this cat and start petting. Oh no. She won't have any of that. If you try to approach Mittens, she'll run away. You've got to wait for the cat to come to you.
And she will, when she's ready.
This morning as I was getting ready to leave for work, Mittens was just begging for attention. She was perched on the back of a chair, meowing a little and looking at me expectantly.
I thought to myself, "Sure, I've got a minute to spare. I've got time to show kitty some love."
The cat was sitting right there, waiting for me. I know this cat's favorite thing is to have her chin scratched. So I reached out to scratch her chin.
But oh no… she wasn't having that. You can't go straight for her chin. That just doesn't work. First you have to scratch her head. Then she'll move her head a little, which usually means she wants you to scratch behind her ears. Then she'll be ready to have her chin scratched.
After about a minute of this, the cat was on her back in the chair, rolling around, waiting for me to scratch her belly.
Yup. That cat is definitely female.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Weekend weirdness II (Updated!)
Been a while since I prattled endlessly about an entire weekend, hasn't it? I think it's about time to do that again.
Last week Sister had some vehicular difficulty. Something about a blown transmission on the freeway. It kind of ruined her day. Several days, even. And she had on her work schedule a shift at another office fifty kilometers away. So Friday I stepped up to the plate and took her back and forth to work.
At the end of work on Friday, I stopped by my house to pick up Girlfriend and The Kid and we made our way north to the bustling urban metropolis of Chicken Creek. Considering it was Sister's birthday weekend, we took her out for pizza on the way home.
Every time I visit Chicken Creek (Sister picked this name, not me… I'm just sticking with the theme), I drive past a certain pizza restaurant. Until last Friday, I'd never stopped. Part of me wishes I still hadn't stopped.
The pizza was pretty good, but the service sucked, the prices were too high, and the atmosphere was… very Canadian. (To my few Canadian readers: not that that's a bad thing.)
This place, Armando's Pizza, is the most northern looking restaurant I've been in. Ever. Even restaurants in Ontario don't feel as northern as this one did. Everything in this place is some shade of brown. Everything that could possibly be made of wood, was. To be fair, it's highly polished and lovingly maintained, but still. I shudder to think of the number of trees who gave their lives to cover every surface in the joint with a layer of shellacked pine.
Those few things that weren't wood were either stone or covered in a reddish sort of carpet that just screamed "roller rink snackbar." In fact, large portions of the place spoke of roller rinks, in voices of varying volume. Sometimes retro can be pretty cool, though. I must confess that I spent a dollar on the old Tron arcade machine in the corner. And I had a damn good time with it, too.
After wasting a little time and a little money on the arcade machines we dropped Sister off at her place and scurried home so I could see our new additions: two new cats. Specifically, two adult female spayed and declawed cats. Girlfriend's pal Tinkerbell is moving away shortly and she won't be able to take her two cats with her.
So, gleefully, we inherited them. Tink stopped by while I was still at work, so the cats were busy getting settled in while we were out. As soon as we all got home, we sat down to play and pick out new names. Apparently Tink had named them Kit and Maude.
Wow, do those names suck. The new names we chose are Mittens and Bubbles. Together they will probably be referred to as The FishieKitties.
Which reminds me of something else I've been thinking about lately. Why don't I have a small team of Tossed My Salad Dancers? That would be cool.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's the blog you hate to love and love to hate, it's Tossed My Salad! With our host, moderator, and village idiot The Fish! And introducing the Tossed My Salad Dancers!"
I need dancers. Need them. You can paste your resume into the comments.
Update: I can't believe I forgot this part. While we were eating our pizza, The Kid tried to show us something he learned in school. His kindergarten teacher has been teaching them some sign language and he tried to show me and Auntie Sister what he'd learned that day. He started by crossing his hands on his chest, then he moved his left hand to his hip. He finished off with a two-handed gesture that looked like he was pantomiming an airplane taking off.
I don't remember what this set of hand signals means. I was too busy laughing my ass off because he looked like he was trying to get me to steal second base.