Category Archives: Catblogging

Friday Catblogging: Don’t Mess With Me, Human

As you can see in this snapshot, Della Street takes her couch time seriously.


Friday Catblogging: Sur La Table

This is one of the few tables our cats are allowed on. Della Street would sit there anyway.


Friday Catblogging: Bookish Cat

It’s time for another Della in a box picture. I believe my copy of Michael Tisserand’s Krazy came in this Barnes & Noble box. Della Street, however, is more of an Ignatz than a Krazy. It’s why we don’t let her near bricks.

Friday Guest Catblogging: The Other Scout

My friends Greg and Christy have a new kitten. It came to them named Mockingbird. I pointed out that any self-respecting cat would try to eat a mockingbird. That’s one reason why Greg thought naming her Scout was in order. Greg *is* an avid First Draft reader but his kitten isn’t named after Scout Prime. Sorry, hon.

Here’s she is looking at the world upside down.

It’s time for the obligatory cat and laptop snapshot:

Friday Catblogging: Here’s Looking At You, Kid

The artist also known as the O-Man keeps a watchful eye on his domain: the couch.

Friday Catblogging: Jeepers Creepers

Writing about Neil Gorsuch’s propensity to say gosh and golly yesterday made me think of Johnny Mercer’s slangy lyrics as applied to Della Street’s devil eyes:

Jeepers creepers, where’d ya get those peepers?
Jeepers creepers, where’d ya get those eyes?
Gosh all, git up, how’d they get so lit up?
Gosh all, git up, how’d they get that size?
Golly gee, when you turn those heaters on
Woe is me, got to put my cheaters on
Jeepers creepers, where’d ya get those peepers?
Oh, those weepers, how they hypnotize.
Where’d ya get those eyes?

Heere’s Della:

Here’s the man himself singing Jeepers Creepers by golly:

Friday Guest Catblogging: Can’t Let Go

This week Carnival withdrawal and catblogging collide in a repeat appearance by my friends Holly and Paul’s feline Boris. Holly is a member of the Krewe of Nyx who are known for their decorated purses. Quite naturally, Holly made a purse honoring Boris:

I’m not sure if Boris approves. At least she didn’t cough up a hairball on it:

Since I used a Roxy Music tune for the title, I am obligated to post it regardless of whether Boris approves:

UPDATE: Boris celebrates her return to First Draft. I’m glad she doesn’t drink vodka.

Friday Catblogging: Krewe du O

This week’s catblogging features a snapshot of Oscar snoozing next to my Krewe du Vieux costume a few weeks ago. The bag he’s sleeping on contains a krewemate’s costume. All Oscar knows is that it’s comfortable and that’s all the matters to a cat:

Oscar Spank


Friday Catblogging: Kegger

My friend Greg is a talented home brewer. He usually brings a keg over to our house during Carnival. As you can see, Oscar approves:


Friday Catblogging: Mirror Mirror On The Wall…

…who’s the biggest butt-head of all? It’s clearly Della Street. I’m glad y’all already know we’re not the best housekeepers in the world. Holy clutter, Batman.



Friday Guest Catblogging: Dennie Meets The Insult Comedian

Dennie the Den of Muses cat found an unusual spot to nap last week before Krewe Du Vieux marched. She spent much of the week lying on the back of a Krewe of Craps built effigy of Donald Trump in the stocks. It was tremendous. Believe me.

Here are a variety of pictures taken by my krewe-mates Wendar, Chris, Jennifer, and, of course, Dr. A. The last picture features my old pal Loki.

Dennie Trump

Dennie Trump


Finally, this is the best picture of Dennie. What cat doesn’t like scritches?

Dennie Loki

Friday Guest Catblogging: Dennie & The Busty Bust

Krewe du Vieux rolls tomorrow, which means I’m sharing some pictures of Dennie the Den of Muses cat. Since I belong to the Krewe of Spank, I considered calling this post Spanks For The Mammaries but I didn’t want Bob Hope’s estate on my ass…

I’m not sure if Dennie thought she could nurse on the busty bust, but ya never know.


Time for some seasonal music:


Friday Guest Catblogging: John Wetton & A Torti Named Peggy

The late John Wetton was a die hard cat person. Like Dr. A, he had a particular passion for tortoise shell cats aka tortis. Here’s what he said about Peggy the torti on twitter: “an angelic, frighteningly loyal,half-wild cat with a heart of feline gold.”


This week’s post is a gynormous excuse to post John’s ode to a Florentine black cat:

Friday Catblogging: I Looked Away

Help, I’m running out of clever catblogging titles. The best I could do this week was to use an Eric Clapton song title. So it goes:


And yes, Oscar’s bald spot is back. Otherwise he’s as fit as a fiddle and ready to play some Dominos.


Friday Guest Catblogging: Dennie Returns

The Krewe du Vieux parade is on February 11th this year. We’re spending a lot of time at the den, which means you get to see our old friend Dennie.


Friday Guest Catblogging: Harold The Helper

Harold belongs to my friends Christy and Greg or do they belong to him? Recently, he decided to help one of his humans work by going all boneless cat on her laptop. So it goes.


Friday Catblogging: When Genres Collide

There are a few well-established catblogging genres: before and after, boxes, and Devil-Eyed Della. This post brings all three together in celebration of Twelfth Night.


devil eyed shoe box della.

Friday Catblogging: It’s Always Boxing Day

Feline box love week continues. Oscar and Della sat in the same priority mail box at different times. Boxes are clearly a high priority item here at Adrastos World HQ.

Oscar box


Friday Catblogging: Faux Reindeer Days

It’s time for some throwback catblogging. This picture of angry and bitter cats glaring at a faux reindeer first appeared in 2013.

Reindeer Daze

Friday Catblogging: Happy Together

Dr. A was able to coax Oscar and Della into posing without bribery. She’s got the touch:


Speaking of Happy Together, here are the Mothers with Flo & Eddie: