The Elephant's Child

Stunned

I'm headed out on some touring while Mad Musician heads to our church body's national convention as a delegate. I'll have internet access while I'm gone, but I don't have blog posts planned. We'll see what happens. Meanwhile, here's a picture of my cat.

Life With Sparkle: The Cat

"One of these days I'm going to have to zap her with the Clever-Ray, to make her smart like humans.  I need to get it a new battery; it's only got one zap left.  I'd better do Pawsey first."

So, I'm wondering who Sparkle Kitty was planning on zapping after she takes care of the cat...

Knitting LOL.

Are Ya Comfy?

I Sitz Still.

Catblog.

I was stunned to  discover this appalling sight  midway through the morning.  It appears that our cat has gotten an early start on the weekend.

Guilty As Charged.

Yeah, ok, there's been entirely too much information lately about Our Dumb Cat Our Nice Kitty.

I admit it. I'll get help. Then again, maybe I won't.

An xkcd.com roundup for you, if you're new to the comic.

Code Talkers.  Highway Engineer Pranks. Factoring the Time. Try this at the office.

Our Nice Kitty Reads This Blog.

She must read this blog, because the night after I referred to her as "Our Dumb Cat" she hornked on my bed at 2:18 am in the morning. Right on the down comforter, too.  It's all because her favorite member of the family, Mad Musician, was off installing an organ in Fort Wayne.

I really do like this cat. She's very sweet, except at 2:18 in the morning, and she even obliges my desire to have a dog by acting like a dog. She tries to get in the fridge. She drinks from the toilet, comes when you call (usually) and waits by the door for us (well, Mad Musician) to get home.

But I still want a dog.

Even though dog hornk is exponentially more gross than cat hornk.

Mommy, Look! I'm a Kitty!

I hung up laundry this afternoon and when I came back in the house, Our Dumb Cat was eating her dinner in the kitchen. Seated next to her was Sparkle Kitty, who was gently pulling clumps of shedding hair off Our Dumb Cat's back and spreading the hair all over her own hot, sweaty little limbs.

Yuck. I had to take her out to the garden to hose her off.

Catblog.

That new memory card looks suspiciously like a mouse. Let me take care of it for you.

It'll only take a minute. Hold still.