Category Archives: Cats

Because Pamela asked for them. First, a “Soon” from Gracie. She was mad at me because I woke her up to give her a pill. Next, Gracie on paper. Last, Tig asleep in his kitty condo. Best $20 I ever … Continue reading →

How can I tell fall has arrived? I get shocks every time I pet Tig. It’s raining out, and I’m still getting them. Stupid static electricity.

Caturday!

I have a cleaning crew come in once a month, and I don’t bother to make my bed that day, because they remake it no matter what I do, and it’s rather embarrassing. So, since they love making beds, well, … Continue reading →

Tig has such a fluffy tail, and it was in full evidence the other morning as he stepped off the deck but left his tail behind: That’s my boy.

The world news is all annoying or depressing, so instead, Caturday comes early this week. He barely opened his eyes while I took that picture. Miss Gracie, looking lovely, as usual. That patch of sun is one of her spots … Continue reading →

Found some old pictures in a box today. Here’s the cat I had during my teen years: Little One. Do you begin to see a pattern with my cats? Yep. That’s my motto: A fat cat is a happy cat.

By this time on a normal day, Tig would have driven me crazy several times. He’d have yowled to go out on the deck during breakfast and lunch, gone over to bother Gracie, asleep in her box, yowled at me … Continue reading →

He’s not drunk. Really.

Sunlight. Gracie. It is Teh Awesome. Goofball. Tigger. It is Teh Usual.

I think what the world needs today is more cat pictures. Because there just aren’t enough of them on the internet. Tig loves the sun. And Gracie loves her ball. It took me forever to get a picture of her … Continue reading →

Four years ago today, I was looking for a Maine Coon mix at Wendy’s Feline Friends, when I found not one, but TWO orange males. That pretty much ended my work for the day; I called my supervisor and told … Continue reading →

Today is Sun Day. Tig on his shelf, taking a bath in the sun: Gracie, luxuriating in the sun: Gracie again, telling me to either pet her or stop bothering her. Her paws are curled because she’s kneading and purring. … Continue reading →

You know, that old Chicago song, when you think about it, was really weird. Lyrics are rather stupid. But you know what’s not stupid? My cats. Okay, well, yeah, they are, but–first we have a twofer of Tig and Gracie … Continue reading →