Ada figured out how to open the doors to Mr. A’s office closet and the other night, looking for them, I found them both filed under F for FER CHRISSAKES HOW DID YOU GET IN THERE:
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Friday Catblogging: Loose Screw
This week’s entry features a big ass Allen screw in the foreground of the picture. It came to us via Eddie Couvillion, the man I post about every Memorial Day. He was a salesman for Allen back in the day and it’s some kind of salesman’s sample. We took it to the Antiques Roadshow when they were in New Orleans. The experts had never seen anything like it before BUT they valued it at a mere $150-200. So it goes. The cats like it. Of course, they’re screwy
Friday Catblogging: Throwback Fundraiser Edition
I still miss Oscar. This is an image I’ve used for past fundraisers.
Please click here if you’d like to keep the cat pictures flowing here at First Draft.
Here’s a weird reason to donate. Once we meet or surpass our goal, I won’t have to use this as my twitter avatar:
Please save me from Dollar Bill. It’s what Oscar would have wanted.
Annual Fundraiser: The Capone Shakedown
I had a lot of fun writing Life Imitates The Untouchables: Scarface Paul Manafort. It occurred to me that I missed the chance to raise some money for First Draft. The last I heard from our publisher/Chancellor of the Exchequer, Athenae, we were 2/3 of the way to our goal of $1650. It’s time to go gangster on your asses:
Don’t worry, Gabby Hartnett won’t get it. The Hall of Fame Chicago Cubs catcher died on his birthday in 1972. Capone was long gone.
Hartnett got in trouble for signing an autograph for Capone’s kid at Wrigley Field. Then commissioner Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis called the Cubbie on the carpet and told him not to consort with gangsters. There are many versions of this story but my favorite is that Gabby said to the irascible commish, “You try saying no to Al Capone, Judge.”
That was a long-winded way to ask you to support our annual fundraiser. We’re the most benevolent shakedown artists you’ll ever encounter except for Della. She’s a badass.
The last word goes to the Grateful Dead. Let’s take a trip to Shakedown Street:
Let’s see, I gave you gangsters, baseball, cats, and the Dead. How can you not donate after that? Here’s the link again.
Friday Catblogging: You’re A Good Man, Gunga Paul
I think Kipling would have liked this post title. But he would have been confused by plastic water bottles and Paul Drake’s love of sitting atop them. I know I am.
Friday Catblogging: The Krewe Of Cats Named For Perry Mason Characters
It’s time for another picture by ace catsitter Christy of Petit Pet Care fame. She thinks this shot reads album cover. She may be on to something.
If Della Street and Paul Drake start a rock band, they should cover the Tubes’ Crime Medley. It consists of the theme songs of Dragnet, Peter Gunn, Perry Mason, and The Untouchables.
Friday Catblogging: PD’s Got A Brand New Bag
One morning Paul Drake decided he didn’t want Dr. A to go to work. She declined to bag it even for a cute cat in her bag,
Friday Catblogging: That Sinking Feeling
It’s (shower) curtains for young Paul Drake.
Friday Catblogging: Miss Street Objects
It’s time for another picture taken by ace catsitter Christy of Petit Pet Care fame. Her spectral form makes a cameo appearance in this snapshot of Della Street demanding food and protesting against her fate in life. Food is merely the object of her objectionable objection.
Friday Catblogging: Tongue In The Mail
I actually got this picture of Paul Drake via text from our catsitter, Christy of Petit Pet Care fame:
The post title refers to the opening line of a classic Crowded House song, which became the name of the Crowded House fan email list in which I was an active participant when it was active. Here’s the tune:
Sunday Catblogging: Tube Kitten Edition
Slade:
Like a seal sunning himself on the beach.
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Friday Catblogging: Basket Case
Paul Drake is a large cat who is an expert at squeezing into small spaces.
Tuesday Catblogging
The cats continue to just be the best, even if they destroy shit (Ada and my wineglasses) and refuse the expensive food we buy them in favor of trash-ass Fancy Feast (Slade). They play with each other pretty aggressively, not so much that I have to break it up, but Ada will sit underneath Slade and bat at and chew his tail until he’s forced to discipline her, and he’ll lie in wait and jump her as she wanders by.
Then ten seconds later I find them like this. Silly kiddens.
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Friday Catblogging: Born Again Lap Cat
Della Street was an aloof cat for the first 9 years of her life. Our running joke was that she was Oscar’s cat and he was all she needed. Slowly but surely she became a lap cat: first with Dr. A and then with me last fall. Here she is on my lap in our messy living room.
Tuesday Catblogging
Ada peeks out from under the afghan my great-aunt Marie made for me 40 years or so ago. My parents brought the thing with on their last visit and Ada has become completely enamored of it. She’ll sit outside the bedroom and yowl until allowed to come inside and snuggle up in it.
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Friday Catblogging: Porcelain Paul
Paul Drake is the first of our cats to spend much time in the bathroom. I guess it’s the whole shamus thing or is that shameless? Beats the hell outta me.
Friday Guest Catblogging: Laser Cat
I like to complain about social media but I enjoy some aspects of it, especially the chance to get to know my readers. Today’s catblogging features a cat who rooms with two of my favorite internet people, Lex and Carroll. I’m omitting the last name to protect the guilty: Lex who is a Crack Van regular and blogger on the run.
I’ve enjoyed following the exploits of their tabby Tracy Lee Kelly. I call him the Many Named Cat for obvious reasons. When I first saw the picture below, my first reaction was DEVIL EYES. I was swiftly corrected and told that they call them LASER EYES. Hey, it’s their cat. I’ve got my hands full with the krewe of cats named for Perry Mason characters.
Friday Catblogging: Paul Drake Meets Luna
Paul Drake is a remarkably tolerant boy. He’s the first cat we’ve ever had who doesn’t immediately hide from small children. My little buddy Ryan came over to help me with some stereo issues not long ago. He brought his almost 3-year-old daughter Luna along to hang out with Dr. A , PD, and a Krewe D’Etat bone.
It’s a two-part series that begins with a toddler/giant kitten stare down followed by Luna posing for Dr. A. Nice tutu, kiddo.
Thanks to Ryan and Jennifer for okaying Luna’s First Draft debut.
The whole plastic bone thing has given me an earworm:
Friday Catblogging: Armoire Boy
Paul Drake is what is known in the kitty vernacular as a tree-top cat. He likes to get up high. Since he’s so friendly, one could call him a sociable climber.
Here are two pictures of PD on an armoire in our guest bedroom. It’s actually an old English wardrobe but Armoire Boy sounds better. Besides, what does he care?
Speaking of wardrobes:
