Whoa Buddy, It Won't Happen Again..

Elvis's reaction to not being in yesterday's post. Frightening.

Bert being Bert..

This cat is so freaking cute. I could just follow him around all day. I do follow him around all day. He hates it. "But that's what you get," I say, "for being so soft and adorable."

P.S. Check out Elvis and Albert's female counterparts, Helen and Sadie over at Pitter Pats Of Baby Cats. Thanks anon!

Elvis: A Year In Hair

From wildly unkempt..

to rebelliously shaggy.

Then we had our high and tight phase..

It lasted the longest..


And now we've come full circle to this. I think someone needs a haircut.

Back in Business

I spent the weekend "spring cleaning," which included putting the bed back in the bedroom and the couch back in the living room. I set up the bedroom first and then headed into into the main living area to set up the rest of the house. After a couple of hours I wandered into my bedroom and found this disgustingly cutsie wootsie scene.

F.Y.I., Elivs and his rear end were hanging/balancing over the side of the bed for about an hour after I started taking pictures. He obviously practices Pilates while I'm at work.

The core muscle strength it must take to maintain that pose.

Ummmm..belly floof.

Hope you all had a floofy-belly, sigh-inducing weekend too!

Overnight Yedi

I came back from vacation to find my little baby Elvis had gained a pound and a half in muscle(I'm so generous) and 12 pounds of fur. It is getting exceedingly hard to tell him and his brother apart. Their body shapes are practically identical now. It's freaky.

...and Oh Lordy is Elvis a floofster. Thankfully, this is the brother that likes to be picked up and cradled. He's lucky I let him down at all.

Addicted..

Addicted to my new Photoshop filters. They are fun for me, however, if you hate them I will find another outlet for my new obsession. LOL. Are you a photo purist?

Happy New Year!

Slowly getting back into the posting thing. So pre-occupied with my new camera filters and toys. Woo hoo!

He's Knows if You've Been Bad or Good...

Just in case you didn't know, Santa's spies are everywhere...

Festival of Lights

...what is that sparkle stuff on the table...

...it doesn't smell like food...

...it doesn't look like food...

...it doesn't taste like food either...

...must not be too important...

The Christmas Cynic

I love my cute little tree. The only thing better than a pink tree is a sparkly pink tree.

Albert: Pink is for girls. It's probably made of sugar and spice and everything nice. Blech.

Nibble.. Nibble..

Albert: It doesn't even taste good...

My Cat Sheds Raincoats, Not Fur..

I'd like to say that this habit of sleeping in the arms/sleeves of my windbreaker, coats, etc. is new, but it isn't. Have I mentioned recently how much this cat likes to burrow?


I have to resort to trickery to get him to come out. A rousing game of "chase the camera strap" usually works.



"He's mo-lting..."(said in you best Wicked Witch impersonation)

Oh, Elvis...

70 Hour Work Week

Project at Work. Exhausted. Must. Not. Sleep. At. Desk. Tonight's Agenda:Kitty Cuddles, Blog Posting and Some Much Needed Sleep. Til' Then...

Here's a little OSK(Old Skool Kitten) to tide you over.