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Begin Dream Sequence

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lottery

Well, unfortunately for the cats (and me, and nearly everyone else)……they didn’t win the big Powerball lottery. However, I feel like Duncan and Smudge would want to explore what would happen if they became billionaires. Because, really, why not? Didn’t everyone have a plan in their heads if when they win? I know I did. Aside from the usual bigger house, new car, shopping spree, maybe a vacation or two, twenty miniature horses, personal golf cart fleet, luxurious comfort clothes collection for all my lounging needs, personal chef for delicious meals that I don’t have to make and don’t have to grocery shop for, etc., I really wouldn’t want to change my life too much. But the cats….the cats….they would be delirious with the possibility due to their new-found riches. What would they do? These dream sequence posts will explore what the cats would have done if they would have been big winners. Stay tuned!

 

Why are you so weird?

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I finished off a bag of delicious baby carrots and had the bag sitting on the coffee table…lazy, I know. Anyway, Duncan comes along and begins his ritual display of affection for inanimate objects. Actually as I am typing this he’s doing it again. He schmears his head on the object repeatedly and profusely for minutes on end. I posted something about this a while ago I with strawberries, but he’s at it again and I had to make reference of it. Because. It’s. Just. So. Weird. He loves doing this produce; bags of veggies or fruit are his new best friends. But not only that but he loves electronics, too. Although, he’s particular about what electronics he demonstrates his love towards. He will help out Adam when he is doing work in the basement or wherever, never afraid of the power tool noises (unless there is a vacuum, then forget about it), and will rub his head on the electric drill. At least, he does it to the drill until the drill falls over on its side. Then he’ll keep going with the he fallen drill. He’ll also do this to the power strip on the floor of the bedroom when I am getting ready. So weird. But I love him. Perhaps because of his weird quirks.

Holidays are for family

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Smudge

Duncan

Lindsay

Adam

Baby

So I got a pretty cool gift this holiday season – an iPad! I am going to try and draw on it more since I’ve been a big slacker and haven’t done a lot in a long time. Here are a few I made with the Paper app, which is really nice. Plus a fun bonus surprise coming March 31st!  And if that made no sense…it’s a baby!

What.

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He totally knows what he's doing.

He totally knows what he’s doing.

I titled this “What.” This was intentionally not a question but a rhetorical statement (can you even do that?).  Duncan KNOWS he is not supposed to march on countertops or tables but he is also stubborn, too smart for his own good, and stubborn.  And a jerk.  We’ll snap and “chuch” him (say the word, you’ll know what I mean) and he’ll hop off only to rebound from his scolding with another quick trip to the table or wherever else he isn’t supposed to be.  I suppose I love his tenacity but it’s annoying and a little gross.  Oh, Duncan, how you vex me.

I think I’m in a “fat cat” stage.

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So content.

So content.

I’m in a fat cat phase…but it has NOTHING to do with Duncan’s and Smudge’s weight.  (Now that I’ve covered myself and they have no idea for my inspiration…).  I found this fat cat luxuriating in some overalls.  I don’t think I quite captured the stuffed sausage look, but it’s pretty close 🙂

Oh, I’m sorry. Were you trying to use this?

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I'm sorry, were you trying to use this?

I’m sorry, were you trying to use this?

As I sit trying to finish up some college class stuff, of course Duncan just decides to lay pretty much on the keyboard of my laptop.  He’s done it enough that we have a thing now where I move the laptop to my knees and he gets to lay close to me.  It’s not that bad and at least he doesn’t try to march around on the keyboard anymore.

 

Duncan loves what he loves

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They're MINE!

They’re MINE!

So Adam came home today and put his keys and wallet on the floor.  As he was taking off his boots, Duncan decided to just lay down and rub his little cat head all over the wallet and keys.  I wasn’t sure if the message was that he loved the wallet and keys or he was excited his dad was home and couldn’t contain himself.

Oodles of Doodles

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Doodles

Doodles

Ok, so I have been in a bit of a creative funk lately but it’s starting to come back!  Starting with these doodles.  As I was mindlessly watching Dropdead Diva I doodled these doodles, which I figured I would share since it’s about all the drawing I’ve been doing.  BUT….it got the rust off the old brain, so to speak.

Some highlights…

  • A cat sitting on a stool (unfortunately NOT how Ducan sits on stools.  I think I’d freak the geek out if I saw him sitting like this.)
  • Mini-Adam on a bike.
  • Little fruit peoples
  • A plunger with eyes.
  • Duncan as a grifter selling his wares.  This came up as I was talking with Adam’s cousin Sam about our newly painted basement, half of which is purple, and we collectively decided somehow that Duncan and Smudge could sell purple items out of it.  Don’t ask.  But it made total sense to both of us – guess that shows that 1) great minds think alike and 2) we both might be a little weird.

Some cats just want to choose their own names.

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You can call me Dakota but I won't respond

You can call me Dakota but I won’t respond

So my friends Emily and Brett have a pretend pet cat.  Pretend pet cat, you ask?  Well, it’s just that he comes around and is super friendly.  His real name is Dakota, but they’ve given him a new name…and he has accepted it.

I honestly don’t know how the name change started, but I’d like to think that he sent some sort of cat telepathy to them and convinced him that Jonesy is his real name.

But really….think about it.  You have a pet.  Your pet likes to wander and is rather friendly.  All the sudden you see your neighbor calling to you cat with a new name.  Kinda weird, right?  I guess you can’t control what a cat wants to be called.

Life lesson right here, people.

“The Change” is beginning…

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How embarrassing...

How embarrassing…

So I’ve begun to let myself go and the URL of this blog is becoming more misleading.  I realize lately that I totally go places (work included) with cat fur on my clothes and am not specifically aware of it….nor do I really care – until I realize I have stupid cat fur all over me and I feel the social implications hurrying around my brain telling me that I’ll look like a true crazy cat lady if I don’t make a loop of scotch tape and furiously start rolling my clothes clean.

This has also led me on a brushing crusade with Duncan and Smudge with the intent to solve the root problem.  Because, you know, it’s not really my fault that I don’t want to clean the fur off my clothes when I decide to leave the house; it’s all theirs.  Sorry cats, it’s just easier this way.

Hello, again!

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Get hip to the nip.

Get hip to the nip.

Oooooooooook.  I’m back.  Yes, I am here and moved in to our newly fixed up little house.  So hello, again!

Firstly, we’ve been working super hard on getting our house all fixed up….like 3-5 days a week after work and almost all weekend every weekend since January.  I know, right?  I totally didn’t imagine that we were going to have to do so much but it was totally worth it and now we’ve got a cool little bungalow all our own!

I have missed drawing (and the lack of practice will show in the next few upcoming posts, yikes) but I am proud to say that I believe I will be back to some sort of regular drawing schedule.  I hope.

I thought it would be fitting to tie in the house with the blog, so here I have a true story from today.  Duncan and Smudge have adjusted pretty well to life here but Smudge is still fairly nervous, as usual.  So our lovely neighbor stopped by and must have seen the cats peepin’ out the window once or twice because she brought us fresh catnip from her garden.  How, we were also the lucky recipient of a package of catnip seeds from our friends, but haven’t gotten around to planting them yet.  But we’d better do it quick because the catnip was a huge success…..sort of.

Duncan, the crazy, food-begging, fake-plant-chewing one was completely uninterested beyond a sniff and chose to go to his gross orange stick toy with the nasty dried catnip in it.

Smudge, on the other hand, went BANANAS for it!!  I was shocked.  He ate it up as fast as we could give it to him.

So that’s what this drawing is all about.  Lame old Duncan sitting by his favorite toy and Smudgie rejoicing in the pleasure of a good fresh treat.

I really had no idea of the power of fresh catnip.  Later today we went to visit little Norman (my brother’s cat, if you remember), since they now live down the street from us, and he was even more nuts about it.  He was rolling all around on the floor seemingly trying to get more catnip from the wood floor.  It was entertaining to say the least.

Anyway, sorry this has been so long overdue but be prepared for more cattoons in the future!!

Trudith likes a good adventure.

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Trudith is modest and practical in her swimwear choices.

Trudith is modest and practical in her swimwear choices.

Did you know that Trudith likes to go snorkeling?  And it’s not just her.  Her kitty loves a good adventure, too.  Can’t you tell?  And I think the cat has a name now….thanks to a nice blend by Nora combining Jessi, Matt, and her own suggestion, the cat is named Sir Percival Chauncy Fuzbluffen.  He oftentimes goes by Percival in less formal situations but likes to mix it up in other social circles.  And I lied…he hates a good adventure.

Doesn’t everyone like an umbrella hat?

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Why just sit around the house when you can sit around outside under a parasol?

Why just sit around the house when you can sit around outside under a parasol?

Trudith isn’t just an old fuddy duddy who sits around her house in the sitting room all day long.  She and her cat enjoy a good outing at the park.

P.S.  I totally had one of those umbrella hats that I recall buying on vacation in Florida….and it was awesome.  Well, awesome when I wore it outside for 3 hours straight when I first bought it in Florida and the few minutes I wore it in the house later when I found it while cleaning my room.

Trudith always eats like a lady.

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And her cat dutifully waits for her to finish.

And her cat dutifully waits for her to finish.

So her is Trudith again.  This time she really shows her class and graceful nature.  She always eats like a lady.

Trudith loves chatting with her gal pals.

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She's got the gift of gab.

She's got the gift of gab.

Trudith loves a good chat with her gal pals, and her cat does, too.  I still haven’t decided on a name yet.  Maybe I’ll just leave him/her/it nameless and let you choose your favorite.  It might be more fun that way (What a cop out! I should just make a decision.).

Trudith and her cat (still unnamed as of yet) like to just hang out sometimes.

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Just doing her thang.

Just doing her thang.

Thanks for all the cat name suggestions.  Trudith hasn’t told me yet which is the right one, though.

But anyway, here they are just chillin’….’cause that’s what Trudith does.

Her name is Trudith Hortencia Grimmsbottom.

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It's never Trudy.

It's never Trudy.

 

I decided to draw this lovely lady on paper instead to see how she would turn out and I have begun to draw here in a bunch of situations.  She now has a name, as you saw in the title, and she NEVER goes by Trudy.

I haven’t decided on a name for her cat yet….any thoughts?

Where ya goin’, Duncan?

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You look so determined.

You look so determined.

Adam and I were talking and all the sudden Duncan trots toward and quickly past us.  Not like a gallop sprint somewhere or a slow saunter, but a determined and focused jog.  Was he coming to see Adam?  Or me?

No….he was just running kind of fast but not actually fast to his favorite chair spot where he promptly plopped down and stared at us.  He’s doing it right now, actually.  I am looking at him and not the keyboard while I try not to break his gaze.  …I just won.   Actually he gave me that cat slow blink and I just stared back like a jerk.

Please call him Mr. Duncan now.

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Forget a regular collar!

Forget a regular collar!

I decided that instead of a regular collar Duncan should wear a tie everywhere.  And then he can be a business man (business cat?) since he’s already wearing a tie.  Or maybe a lawyer.  Whatever brings in more money is good for me.

Duncan has a secret wish…

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Duncan has a secret wish...

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.

Cat Cow with a Raccoon Tail

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Careful...it might be lurking near you

Careful...it might be lurking near you

Adam’s parents have a little old kitty who gets to go play outside.  One day the neighbor girl called it a cat cow with a raccoon tail.  Because it really is.  It’s a Frankenstein’s monster cat!!!!

Digital Duncan: Magician

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ta-da!

ta-da!

Here is Duncan if he was a magician.  He pulled out that bird from Smudge’s mouth.  I guess it wasn’t really a magic trick rather than a rescue effort.

Side note: My mom said she feels bad for Duncan that he posed for one picture and this is what he gets out of it.  Hahha, it’s like a funny paparazzi picture that has turned into an internet meme…can I call it a meme if I’m the only one repeating it?  Eh, whatever.  I’ll call it a meme if I want to call it a meme.

I’m a horrible cat mom.

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I think he's recovered from this incident.  He just avoids me all the time now.
I think he’s recovered from this incident. He just avoids me all the time now.

Our apartment is pretty awesome with a fun spiral staircase to a loft.  It’s like having a magical portal that as I ascend, allows me to enter a fantastical land of random things that don’t fit into closets, crafting items, litter boxes in what would be a wonderful second bathroom to use if it didn’t have litter boxes in it, cat hangouts, a desk, some bookcases with random books and leftover items that don’t go anywhere else, and workout equipment.   You’re jealous, I know.  Unless you have a nice house that maybe has good insulation and doesn’t stay cold all the time.

The staircase/loft combo is a pretty rad place for cats to romp and spy on us but it is also a well-known prankster’s paradise for humans.

In this particular story I wasn’t really being a prankster but I was being lazy; lofts are additionally a well-known lazy woman’s paradise.   Why carry something when you can throw or drop it?  Adam and I use this method of transfer all the time.  Usually this results in someone having to go pick something up or a repeat throw where the parabola is more properly calculated.

Unfortunately for Duncan, this day I was being lazy.  And that blanket was just too much trouble for me to tote.  Poor unsuspecting Duncan didn’t even see it coming and it resulted in  his having a bad case of the Halloween-cat-silhouette-syndrome.  You know what I mean – all puffed up, back arched, jumpy, in front of a full moon.

So I officially apologize to you Duncan.  I swear I was just being lazy and didn’t mean to startle you.  I am glad to see you have recovered nicely and are sleeping on your Dad now.

The next time I walk underneath that loft though I think I’ll be a little more careful and look for a set of little black paws pushing one of those workout weights or that chirping bird toy.  That would suck and be annoying, respectively.