Braaaains for real.
I saved this up from last year. Adam and I had been married just about 2 months when Halloween rolled around last year and we decided to go as zombie newlyweds. We actually had t-shirts made for us that we wore the day after we got married and went to an amusement park and decided that since we probably weren’t going to wear them again taht we should zombie-fy them. And I think it turned out pretty darn well.
We got over that debilitating zombie virus and have returned to normal quite nicely, I think.
What do I do? What do I do?
My brother Ben made friends with a little kitty we named Six Toes. Why, you ask? Because he had six toes on his feet. It was super chilly (like right around freezing) and Ben was trying to give this little guy a warm moment with some pets. When Ben decided to come back into the house, he left the door open a crack to see what little Six Toes would do.
The poor little guy was slinking about just a little over an inch off the ground, slowly looking and making his way in. But alas, we couldn’t let little Six Toes come into the house or else we all would have had to keep him.
Little Six Toes, I hope you found a nice warm place to sleep and find yourself a real home. Or else you might find Ben driving back to search for you.
OMG, I haven't changed my drawing style in 20 years...this makes me feel old.
…and found this picture I drew when I was in second grade (8 years old). First, I was pleasantly surprised by it. Then, I realized I don’t think I’ve changed how I draw in 20 years. Then, it made me feel old. Then, I started to figure out what I was trying to draw around the OSU person. Why is there a pot and a glass? Was I just more aware of college life than I realized? If that’s true I should have drawn a can instead of a glass. And finally, was that a pacifier on a string? A sword on an orange? A baseball bat? I have no clue. Ideas about what my little brain may have been thinking?
Also I was totally shocked that I even knew what OSU was back then, let alone draw a picture of it.
Oh, and I did end up going to OSU, so GO BUCKS!
Why can't more cats do this?
I was browsing reddit again and stumbled upon this gem of a photo. I really really really want Duncan and Smudge to do this but I have no idea of how to make that happen unless I use some sort of stunt man rigging or find some sort of magic training snacks.
Forget child safety. More like reliving childhood. That’s why I will be escorting some special children for their trick-or-treating this year, at least. Candy score for me!
I crack myself up.
I did this at work today because I’ve been thinking about this for a while; and it’s this. Smudge’s fur pattern does look like a little haircut but I’ve been neglecting a whole other element of it. The black travels down the back of his head like a mullet.
How have I not realized and drawn this yet!?!?
So here he would be, in all his glory….all business up front, a party in the back, a creepy little moustache on the one side of his face, and nervous eyes.
I totally wouldn’t hang out with him. Or maaaaaaybe I’d only hang out with him…..
The headless horseman's trusty steed.
We had a lovely weekend visiting our friends in Indiana and their super sweet doggy Bailey loved her costume for the costume party. In honesty she didn’t like the hat but the saddle made her feel fancy.
Smudge is a princess diva (that’s him frantically rolling around trying to take off his costume) and Duncan is a monster hungry for any food. Don’t worry…no animals were harmed in the making of this cattoon.
Plus, do you think they’d let me get them dressed up like this?
It's a gift, really.
…he can see sound. No lie. He comes running so fast, he has to be able to see the actual atoms moving in the air before he hears it. That’s the only logical explanation for it.
…except that this is what he does when he uses the litterbox. So weird.
I get the literal interpretation of this, but goldfish crackers, Duncan? Really?
He was going crazy when I brought out the Goldfish crackers and so I decided to give him one. And he crunched it up really fast. And so I gave him another one. And then I realized he would do this forever so I stopped and ate the rest myself.
No more goldfish crackers for Duncan. He’s crazy.
Just feelin’ a bit of the Halloween spirit. Boo!
Chicken Pot Pie
I felt like a really bad visual pun. So here it is. 🙂
As summer was coming to an end, we saw an unusual influx of flies circulating around the house. My brother-in-law Lee was not happy about this and conducted his own fly round up…..using the vacuum cleaner. Actually a very efficient and easy clean up procedure. The flies were surprisingly good at escaping its grasp, though; but that didn’t stop Lee from getting them all!
Silly cats, you both hate to travel.
So I’ve started to watch the new show Pan Am. It’s a bit out there and ridiculous with the characters and kind of moves too quickly for an episode (just a LOT seems to happen in the episode but it seems a bit too packed and unrealistic maybe) but I still like it all the same. Here are Duncan and Smudge with a Pan Am lady ready to take off.
Perhaps you don’t know but pierogi are a delicious delicious delicious meal. And last night, Adam’s cousin Sam hosted a Pierogi Party! It was fun…minus the manual labor part. Here’s how it works. If you want to eat delicious pierogi, you have to help make them.
It’s actually not that bad, especially since Sam and her friend made all the ingredients ahead of time and did most of the work. Our job was to put together the fillings into the little dough pockets, which we had to construct.
Needless to say, our pierogi started out a little less than beautiful looking. In fact, they looked a lot more like bean pods than anything. Except Ken’s. My brother-in-law’s boyfriend Ken was making kick-ass pierogi and we decided he should help front a pierogi store, that we decided should be called a “pierogery.”
There was a bit of a faction between us pierogi-makers and for a while during the night I was going to run a competition pierogery, but by the end of the night we concluded that we can work together at his pierogery and make the Pierogi-Coma – a dish consisting of 3 courses all in one giant pierogi.
We’ll let you know when the store front opens….
The contest is officially over.
Thank you to everyone who either posted a picture on my Facebook page or who sent it in. I hope you liked your cartoons; I had a great time drawing them! It’s back to the random old stories of my cats again, but who know…perhaps I will open the floor to more pet pictures again in the future!
Because, why wouldn't a cat drink cat milk from a straw?
Jimmie Chew sent in one more picture that was hilarious. What I want to know is if this really works or not. Awesome!
Who would think that cats would choose to repose so near to their mortal enemy Water.
Anyway, Lynn said, “Since I have two adorable kitties, Semirhage and Asmodean, if I have to pick just one photo, it has to be this one of them sharing the sink! I think it’s adorable!”
Besty sent in a picture and said, “After working all day, it’s easy for me to be jealous of my cats when I come home to this…” I feel your pain.
No one wants to wake up to this...
Emily sent in her picture stating, “This is my boyfriend, Marshall, whom I lovingly refer to as Cat Daddy. He was taking a nap and Cankles decided to join in on the fun :)”
I really like both names. Especially Cankles.
Katerina submitted her bunny who is “a bunny rabbitwith an identity crisis, he likes sitting on top of my head or on my shoulder (thinks he is a parrot?)”
Tressel is dreaming of having 4 legs.
This is a picture of Tressel the cat, submitted by Chris. Tressel only has 3 legs, but can still get around like a champ.
This cat loves to climb places she shouldn't be.
Prentice said, “My kitty, Tybee, climbing-up the Christmas tree!”
Laura sent in her picture of Wednesday the cat helping with the laundry. Good one, Laura….but we all know this is a picture from some sort of cat standoff where you spent significant time waiting for your kitty to get out so you could finish your laundry.
Rocket the turtle is very productive.
This is Rocket the turtle. He likes to compute.
This is a very well read cat.
Kathy says: “It’s pretty hard to read the newspaper in our house!”
I think she’s right. 🙂
Bark bark bark.
Here are some foster chihuahua babies that Jamie submitted. Little did they know that they would soon be eaten by Elmo…this is more of a tragedy, really. But a lesson to not trust former puppets forced into a life of being a chair. Anger issues.
His loyal subjects beckon.
Here is what Kaitlyn had to say about Orangey….who isn’t really her cat. But she loves him like he is anyway. Here’s what she had to say:
“Am I allowed to post multiple pictures of Orangey???!? Ok well to be fair, here is Orange in all his glory. He knows he’s so important, between ruling the world and sleeping all day, he’s probably the most important creature on Earth.”
So here he is with lots of trophies and a slew of people awaiting his command.
He got lei'd.
My friend Leslie and her family moved to Hawaii….and while she didn’t submit a photo, she described that her pug Hamlet got lei’d. So here he is, in beautiful Hawaii. Aloha.
Kasi submitted her picture with the caption: “This is how my cat asserts his authority over us…” There’s really nothing more to say than that. Cats are sneaky. Mrow.