I met some new friends yesterday and I learned about a cute little kitty with two names that liked to get into a bag of popcorn, thus the new word “kitcorn.” But don’t worry – I already checked and it wasn’t your average bag of Boy Scout popcorn all buttery and greasy inside the bag. This was gourmet and not gross.
I’m not gonna lie….I sleep with a teddy bear. There. I said it. And I’m proud. It’s not because I can’t sleep without it and it’s not because I need comfort, I just really like having somewhere for my arms to be.
If you are too embarrassed to celebrate ol’ Teddy Roosevelt yourself, you can get what a special certain someone I know has. You know those squish pillows that were super popular a few years ago? Well we have a couple that have a super soft Brookstone cover. If you know the fabric I’m talking about, you know how phenomenal they are. I decided that this certain special someone likes sleeping with it because it’s a Teddy Log, versus a Teddy Bear. It’s not really a pillow but a stuffed animal in disguise.
So all you adults out there too afraid to admit you like something to cuddle up with when you sleep, get yourself one of these “pillows” and know that you are enjoying a sweet night’s sleep with your very own teddy log.
Bring me back something nice Duncan!
I think the title says enough. My friend
Merlin Marilyn and I were chatting the other day and realized that we’ve been friends for so long that our friendship could get drunk at a bar and not get arrested for it.
We got this wine insta-cooler thing as a wedding present (thanks, Jordan!) and used it the other day. Duncan was in the kitchen with us and as soon as it started spinning the bottle around and making a weird whirring noise, he was instantly transfixed and mesmerized. It was like a cat-charmer. Maybe I can use it to hypnotize him into forgetting about food so much.
Here is an attempt with a bit more effort and practice. I’m liking this tablet more and more. P.S. In case you were fooled by my super talents, that is a drawing of a pencil, not a real pencil.
So Adam and my brother Ben were talking about us living in Adam’s parent’s basement. My brother called me a Basement Troll. So here I am as a Basement Troll. I played around with coloring it. Thoughts?
I just drew this dude. Not on the computer. Still working on that tablet thing…
I’ve got a date with a friend I haven’t seen in a while and some roller coasters. Peace out!
So I am playing with and learning my tablet (it is kind of hard to get used to!). This is a super short, not so glamorous animation I just did in a few minutes to play with the animation app and see what it’s all about. Duncan is so demanding…
So I got a Bamboo Fun tablet as a birthday present and this is the first result. Not too great, but I just wanted to get a feel for doodling on it. So here is Duncan as I was sitting in the kitchen with my new Bamboo tablet as he heard Adam come home and got REALLY excited about it. He knows that means dinner and is therefore very motivated.
So again on Halloween some more confusion and awkwardness in all the fun. This time, my friend had moved out of town and let her friends know about the family buying her house. So as we go up to her old house for treats, the guy and his wife come out holding an array of healthy and practical items.
He asks us to guess what he is, and I of course say “Denist.” Because that’s what he was. He proceeded to look really uncomfortably at his wife while all my friends shout, “Toothfairy!” I mean, technically we were both right but I think he would have preferred me keeping the conversation figurative with regards to his costume and not his profession.
Yes, I was that creepy kid.
First off, let me just state I know it should be “really” but I think “real” sounds more fun in the title. So there.
Anyway, this is when I was about 9 or 10 and my friend and I were trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. Generally expecting a fine assortment of candies from each stop, we were surprised this time by a different sort of snack. Potato chips. And not just a snack-sized personal bag of chips but a bag that the man was eating from.
I felt rude so I took a small handful (NO, I did NOT eat them later) but my friend just said, “No, thanks,” and we went on our merry way, but just a bit unsettled. Maybe that was a trick instead of a treat.
So Duncan had to take a trip to the vet the other day for vomiting. He never really ralphs excepts when he might have eaten too quickly so this was of some concern. The vet thought it might be a hairball and that to keep an eye on things.
Well, the next day his hairball came out to play. All was well and we were happy to see it gone. Until today, about a week later, Duncan puked up another hairball. Gross. I hope this is over soon.
It’s kind of weird, though, since he’s a short-haired cat. I suppose someone *coughcoughAdamcough* might not have been brushing him when he and the cats moved back. Then again, perhaps this is a while in the making and I shouldn’t blame him for it. Either way, Duncan is a few ounces lighter and loving his new svelte body. Me-ow.
I think my mom’s cat Sabrina would be a wonderful dinner partner as long as she was dressed up so no one would suspect her real species. She might run away and hide, though….which takes away from the ambiance of the evening.
I’ve been a bit late today on the post because I had to draw this for…….OUR BIRTHDAY!!!! I say our because I have a twin brother. And yes, I am the older twin. By 6 minutes. But anyway that gives me older sibling authority, as a self-declared privilege. I think it’s written somewhere, too.
Anyway, a thing I like to do sometimes is tell my brother things and say he’ll understand in 6 minutes when he’s old enough. Ok, honestly I haven’t done that too much but sometimes I’ll pull that one out. This cattoon represents that. Plus, he actually got to eat his cake at the same time as me…I’m not that bossy.
Another funny story: my mom loves that scene in the movie City Slickers where Billy Crystal’s mom calls him in the middle of the night at the time he was born to recant the tale of his birth. I mean, my mom really loves it. She threatens to do it to us every year (since I was born at 4:44 am and he was born at 4:50 am) but I don’t think she actually ever has. But I have. Muahahahah. I called my brother last year and set my alarm to call this year but decided to just text him instead since I was too tired to talk. Hahha. The message went like so….
Too tired to call but almost happy birthday too me. …..then you! Happy Birthday!
It was a little early, as you can tell so I lost my discretion with my “o” usage.
Anyway, Happy Birthday to US!
P.S. If you’re interested in the video, here it is…
So we all met Bagley this week and I think you’ll agree he’s a delightful
little big character. Adam’s mom was telling me about him and we were reminiscing about how sweet he was, specifically how he loved to be pet and get love.
He would always want to jump up on the couch when Adam’s mom was up there, but he needed to be picked up since 30+ pounds of raw cat is a bit hard to launch up 1.5 feet in the air, I guess. So once he was up there, he was start immediately into massage-mode, literally picking up bits of her skin with his dog-sized paws. I don’t know if she actually got him to give her a back massage but I’d like to think he’d be a pro at it.
When Adam and I were moving from NC, we had to put the ol’ cattos upstairs in the bathroom so we could move things out of the apartment without fear of escaping renegades. Since we have a lot of junk, the poor guys were upstairs for quite some time. When we took a break and let them roam around, Duncan was maaaaaaaa-aaaaaad. To show his great displeasure with his captivity in the bathroom, he began letting out a bunch of angry meows to clearly state his feelings. Unfortunately for him, since he is just a big talker he doesn’t scare us and he went back up to lock-down once we finished our sammiches.
Adam’s parents had a cat named Bagley. They rescued him when he was a little baby kitten and he pretty much never stopped growing from that day forward. He was in the mid-30 pound range at his best. Yikes, Bagley. He didn’t really overeat; he was just big-boned I think.
Though Bahley literally had a big heart he had a figurative one, too. He was a sweetie with big baby eyes who loved to be loved. He also liked to lick his brother Shatze but Shatze would bite him. 😦 Poor Bagley.
You may remember how great Duncan was at pillow running. Well, he’s taking these talents to another level with glass running. He’s really good.
Firstly, this is one of my favorite shows of all time. I love them. This is from Flight of the Conchords, a show that was on HBO and ran for 2 seasons.
They are actually a music group and play one on the show. The basic premise is that they moved from New Zealand to make it big in NYC, except they suck. Big time. So the episodes chronicle their hijinks and pathetic attempts at making it big, all while inserting random music videos of multiple genres that play into the storyline.
This cartoon is about an episode where Jemaine and Bret get mugged and this is how they imagine the exchange to go in their heads. Here is the rap they imagine.
If that didn’t float your boat, pretty much every song is a different genre so you might find something you enjoy. And it’s awesome. And I love it. So go check it out.
So I was busy and forgot to post a drawing and am not close to home….so I had to improvise. My friends Sarah and Dave have a brand new baby girl Anna who is also secretly a cat. Here she is. We are hanging out. Meow.
Sorry this is so weird but that’s all I’ve got for you.
I know I posted the video to this already, but I loved it so much I had to draw a picture of it. The lady looks a little more crazy here than she really does, but I kind of like it.
All that must be said about this is…. –> this. And I had to watch it a billion times when I first saw it. And I laughed a TON.
Now, this is going to be a post mostly based on assumptions but go with me here, and sorry to my friend for maybe making some stuff up.
I have a friend who went to live in southern California (true) and decided to just live on a boat instead of getting an apartment (true). He got a cat there (true but I don’t know if he got it there or not) that had a bum leg from getting run over by a truck (true, but I have no idea if the cat came that way or it got injured after he got it). Eventually, the cat had to get its leg amputated (true?) but is doing well.
They don’t live on the boat anymore (true). The End.
You may or may not be familiar with the internet meme of Keyboard Cat…but you should. It’s so funny and has spawned some weird and hilarious videos. First…a little detail about Keyboard Cat can be found here. If you want a video here is the original one but I highly recommend looking at some of the other ones created using the video. Soooo ridiculous.
I’ve been saving this since last year….that’s super hard for me to do, so you should appreciate this, folks.
Anyway, Adam might have had a little too much fun last year and may have ended up laying on our kitchen floor hiccuping like a cartoon drunk. Hahah.
Yeah, so here’s a squirrel. It found an acorn in the winter, so it’s pretty excited.
You may remember Gabby, who liked wearing a vest. Well, she also thinks she’s a cat. Sarah and Dave have this loveseat type chair and Gabby has claimed the top of it as her little perch….like a cat. And she’s like a 50 pound dog.
I have gotten my mom into P90X this last month (and she’s just starting her second month, woo!). It is definitely a hard workout and requires a coach. When Adam and I did it, we had Duncan. Here with my mom, we don’t have Duncan, but we DO have Sabrina. But she’s not quite a full coach yet. She’s a junior coach.
I say junior coach because she hasn’t quite gotten her full coaching skills yet. Where Duncan would actively check our form, Sabrina just sits and stares at us from under the table. She’s getting the gist of things but doesn’t quite know how to follow through…..but thanks, Sabrina for all your effort.
Oh, and those aren’t claws, that’s fur that sticks out from between her toes.