I've got things to do, boy.
I was watching the show Prime Suspect, which I really like, and was just sketching the main lady character (I don’t know her name) and decided to turn it into a Rapunzel thing (Why? I dunno. How did this turn out this way? I dunno, either.). So I made this into a new Rapunzel who stays in her tower because girl’s got things to do. So leave her alone so she can get them done, boy.
I really don’t even get this one, but I liked her expression so I decided to go with it.
Doing this right now, in fact.
You sit on the edge of a chair to avoid having to move your cozy curled-up sleeping cat.
So this weekend, I tried to make a friendship with a Lemontini. Actually, it was called a Lemon Drop. And I made friends with several of them. And it was actually a good short term friendship. There was one that took a bit of a spill but other than that it was good. Until the next day. So just beware…not all friendships are worth it.
My friend sent me this book because she thought I would enjoy it. And I totally do. I’m not sure I’d be willing to dish out money for this, but it’s hilarious.
You're welcome, Duncan!
Yeah, this was kinda a rough little drawing, so ignore that. The story is better.
Last night Duncan fell asleep on me, which he seldom does. I put a squish pillow on him (otherwise known as a Teddy Log) since cats love having stuff on them, right? So in the middle of the night I hear and feel the pillow hit the floor and then I make the move of the century and grab Duncan as his little body slowly slid off the bed and I saved him and brought him back up before he smashed to the floor.
I remember wondering if he was dead because he didn’t even flinch when I awkward sleep-grabbed him and pulled him up so he could be spooned. But then he was breathing. And now he’s annoyingly pawing at papers on the desk.
All is back to normal.
She's eating her salad!
Adam and I went to my dad’s house and my little sister ran up and said we needed to come see the bunny eating her salad. It was just pretty cute. So here’s a cartoon about it.
Who are you?
Happy Thanksgiving! Gobble Gobble!
True story: My great friend Emily was studying abroad in Scotland and I went to visit her for a week. She showed me pictures of the Thanksgiving feast they were having at her dorm, which she set up for all her friends. My first thought (and perhaps I said it out loud) was, “Why aren’t they all with their families?”
Then I hit myself a few times. You know…once I got it. That they don’t celebrate this holiday over there…
Yeah, I had a moment.
When I was in middle school I really liked cats (big surprise, huh?) and I also liked fairies. I know. So anyway, I may have chosen the name FairyCat (actually, FaiRyCaT or something like that) that I used as my email and instant messenger name. Not so bad for middle school but I might have kept it through the beginning of college. Embaaaaaarassing!
So here is my image of what I think a fairycat is. Because I still secretly like them.
Party’s are a blast…especially when everyone starts drawing (please read this in the cheesiest voice and most sarcastic tone possible for full impact). But we actually did have a ton of fun. Ken and Lee had a little get together and drawing commenced somehow. Lee let me draw a few fun party memories on his iPad which I don’t have now, but they included Adam dancing like a wacky waving inflatable arm-flailing tube man, a guy walking into a screen door, and a reprise of that drawing when Lee walked into that screen door. Somehow paper sketching started and this is the result….see if you can guess mine!
A portrayal of the party fun!
A picture of me and then the roadrunner...meep meep. Not sure why that's there, but it's funny.
Dad2's self portrait and shit-eating grin. What did he do to be so happy? We'll never know. That's art. It evokes emotion, folks.
Dad2 and his alterego Diego
Pardon my French.
I’d say the party was a success.
I guess there's a strike on.
Duncan and Smudge have been on a diet, but this trend started waaaaay before that. Duncan and Smudge are if nothing, excellent measurers. They can tell if they have been fed less than a desirable amount and are quick to protest.
Tonight I gave them half a can of Fancy Feast instead of the typical one can each, thinking that they could get a second helping before bed. But their little sense of measurement took charge and a protest was quickly organized.
Good job, Duncan!
I went upstairs today to find Duncan just causally lounging on the countertop staring at the oven. I know he was just making sure it didn’t overcook. What a good member of the household…
Feeling a bit uninspired today so here is a meh-cat. Meh.
Duncan has a secret wish...
So Duncan has his favorite toys and everything, but he’s gotten really into rubbing his face all over this sword Adam has. I like to think it’s because he wants to be a samurai or something.
This is a favorite story.
When Adam was in high school he ran track. His dad would come to all his meets to cheer him on and whatnot. Well, sometimes his dad got a little excited to cheer Adam on.
One meet Adam was at the starting line. They called, “On your marks.” He positioned himself. “Get set.” And just as he was readying himself on the blocks his dad screams from the bleachers, “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” before they can shoot the starting pistol. Embarrassing for poor teen Adam? Yes. Hilarious? Also yes.
We’ve been feeding the kitties Fancy Feast to avoid any more Disasterbetes drama and I’ve decided it’s waaaaay easier to just leave the can and lid on the floor for the kids to clean them all up than trying to stop them from getting into the recycled cans. Plus, I don’t have to rinse the cans now! We all win!
Smudge has been getting into this situation pretty hard-core. More so than Duncan, I’d say. It’s gotten to the point that his whole little face is smashed into the can and he gets food stuck in his fur and looks like a vagabond. So I like to call it being Smudge-Faced.
Resistance is futile.
I totally forgot about this until yesterday when I remembered that Smudge has a chip in his scruff that the cat place put in him. You have to pay a subscription of sorts to get the thing activated, which we didn’t do, but he has it and is therefore a real robot cat. I think it’s supposed to be in place of a collar, actually. He likes his rainbow collar too much to give it up, though.
I just saw a commercial for Jif where a college girl got a care package from her mom that included a jar of makes-you-feel-good peanut butter. Ok, a few things wrong with this.
- Seriously, peanut butter? It’s great an all but does that really need to be sent to a college kid? It’s not like she’s traveling abroad or anything and peanut butter is in scare supply.
- If a college kid wants anything sent to her, I’m pretty sure it’s not peanut butter. I’m pretty sure some money or beer would suffice.
- Is this really the best the Jif can do to try and tug at America’s heart strings? I think that makes me want to buy Jif less. That and my very mild peanut allergy, but that’s beside the point.
Sorry it kind of sucks today...can't win 'em all!
Duncan and Smudge have lost somethings very special to them; their favorite toys. Crazy Mouse and “The Dude” are gone and nowhere to be found. Perhaps their Uncle Schotze stole them because they chase him sometimes.
Fun fact: One day we found Crazy Mouse standing up like in the cartoon. No one put him there like that…..creeeeepy. Maybe he just ran away.
Well done, Duncan. Well done.
I did this little drawing to commemorate Duncan’s first fetch. Adam’s mom made a little toy of an aluminum foil ball and a twine string which Duncan loves. I played with him for a while last night and when Duncan got too tired and started lay-playing (in other words, laying on his side slowly batting at the toy) I just left the toy by him and went back to doing my thing. A few minutes later comes good ol’ Duncan dragging the toy in his mouth. He meowed at me with the toy in his mouth and dropped it near me. I’m a proud cat mom.
Ain't it the truth
What a change in just a few months. I don’t actually go to bed at 7:00pm in the fall but it sure feels like I should be.
Cats win again.
So I needed an idea for my cattoon today and Prentice shared on my Facebook page that I should draw ” Hilarious poses/places cat sleep in. They would look uncomfortable [to] any other animal, but cats make it look like the bee’s knees.” Pretty much her using “the bee’s knees” sold me. Thanks to Judy, Betsy, and Emily for the suggestions, too!
But seriously, cats are weird.
Locked out? Who cares?!
So I found out a certain
little big cat got locked out of our basement last night. And not only that…..but he ate his uncle’s cat food upstairs during his midnight run of the house. All of it. As in zero crumbs or anything leftover. How am I not surprised?
Go, Smudge, go!
Smudge has been racing around all night like a bat out of hell, so I decided to award him with the Speed Running award. He’s the champ.
Party on, Garth. Party on, Wayne.
Adam and I recently went to a Halloween party dressed as Wayne and Garth from Wayne’s World. That is all.
It's music to my eyes.
This has nothing to do with cats or anything, but this was fun to play with and I think I made a pretty catchy little song at inudge.net! Check it out! It was pretty much fool proof and I think anyone could make a fun diddy. Duncan and Smudge even made their own, but they were too embarrassed to share it. Either that or they were waiting to try and sell it. I can’t tell with these two.
While they may not have been there that day, they were there in spirit.
The cats were so good on the photo shoot. The photo shoot in my mind, at least.
He's just so hungry.
He probably would already eaten the string cheese so he’d have to move onto the next best thing.
On a totally unrelated note, I’ve had a Justin Bieber song suck in my head for the last 14 hours. Help me.
At first I was all.... Then, after 25 seconds, I was like...
I can’t help myself but I love cheap bubble gum. Like, I REALLY love it. But it never fails to disappoint. I get a glorious 15 seconds of pleasure-y sweetness then it turns to rocks. SO I usually end up with at least a dozen rock-gum pieces in a nasty pile by the time my jaw locks up.
He's just a normal teenager.
Ok, he doesn’t really have braces obviously, but he needs them. At least that’s what his catdad says. I also gave Norman subtle blue braces because that’s his dad’ favorite color. My brother is such a proud catdad.