Category Archives: Catblogging

Friday Guest Catblogging: Why We Don’t Have A Christmas Tree

My friend Kyle’s cat, Little Buddy, is the scamp’s scamp, the imp’s imp. He’s always up to something: trouble is his middle name.

Little Buddy’s most recent antics are seasonal in nature. If there’s a Christmas tree in the house, a cat will mess with it. One of our past cats, Manet, was a plant eater/puker. She and her furry cohort also enjoyed messing with Christmas trees. We surrendered to their dominance years ago, which is a good thing since PD is so strong that he could knock a tree over just by scent marking it.

Kyle is a drummer, so he’s made of sterner (sillier?) stuff. He has a tree as well as the aforementioned cat named Little Buddy. The two collide in these pictures.

Friday Catblogging: Mr. Drake Goes To The Vet

Paul Drake had his first encounter with the pervert in the white coat aka our vet. He’s usually a confident cat, Jackson Galaxy would call him a “mojito cat.” He was nervous and none too pleased when the rectal thermometer went in. Who can blame him?

PD got a clean bill of health and weighed in at 16 lbs 6 ounces. He’s a big boy.

Here he is in his carrier:

Tuesday Catblogging

I don’t know if it’s the weather or what but all I wanna do is lay on the floor by the fake fire with the real furballs and nap like they do, occasionally waking up to say BISH PLEASE:

A.

Sunday Night Catblogging

Who’s the prettiest baby kitty baby kitty? Who is? Who’s the sweetest fattest beast in all the land?

A.

Friday Catblogging: The Willie McCovey Of Cats

I hope the post title got your attention. Willie Mac’s nickname was Stretch. Paul Drake knows from stretching too:

Friday Catblogging: Up Close & Personal

Here’s Paul Drake’s bliss face:

Friday Catblogging: Basking In The Glow

Della Street loves cold weather. Why? Space heaters. The other day, she demanded food way too early. I shut her up by turning on the space heater. So it goes.

Sunday Catblogging

The things Slade puts up with, honestly:

A.

Friday Catblogging: Purple Reign

Even by feline standards, Paul Drake is a creature of habit. This is his latest perch:

Friday Catblogging: It’s Always Boxing Day For PD

I really should not do back-to-back box posts but this picture is impossible to overlook:

Friday Catblogging: Large Cat In A Small Box

I’m not the best photographer, which is why most of the pictures of our cats you see here were taken by Dr. A. I took this one of Paul Drake and it’s not half bad.

Friday Catblogging: What About Me?

Della Street was outraged that a usurper took her place last week and was linked to by Crooks & Liars. The nerve of some people.  One more dirty look and all will be right in her furry universe:

Robert Cray gets the last word:

Friday Guest Catblogging: Meet Lillian

My friend Carolyn recently adopted a young black cat named Lillian. She has a bed that is best described as meta. Here are two views:

Friday Catblogging: The Lizard King

Paul Drake caught a lizard recently. I confiscated it from him and put Mr. Lizard on the porch. It scampered away.

I did not take a picture of PD’s triumph but Dr. A took this snapshot of him by her lab coat earlier the same day. I guess I could have called this post Dr. Lizard, but I like making Jim Morrison references so there you have it.

Tuesday Catblogging: Cold Weather Edition

We had a particularly chilly morning the other day and I came downstairs to find Slade cuddled up in the furry blanket we have for those days:

Best kitty.

A.

Friday Catblogging: Liquid Cat

You say languid, I say liquid. Whatever you call it, Della Street is one relaxed cat in this picture. Note her pesky kid brother in the background:

Tuesday Catblogging

Have a dreaming Slade:

A.

Friday Catblogging: Above It All

In the interest of doing something different with a cat in box picture, here’s the view from above of Paul Drake in his natural habitat: a box.

Tuesday Catblogging: Fat Lard Edition

Kick has strict instructions to never say the words fat, fatty, fatso, Stay Puft, lardass, nor sing I Love It When You Call Me Big Poppa at any people at all, but she is free to do all those things in the presence of Slade, who looks like he ate a pillow these days as winter approaches:

A.

Friday Catblogging: Lounge Act

It’s not much of an act but Della Street and Paul Drake *are* lounging  in this picture.