This is an ad for fancy-schmancy bottled water in the U.K. I think it's about as cute as it gets. I would buy the water and I think that most of the cats I know would be big fans...waiting outside the backstage cage for just a glimpse...or at the very least a whiff of the band.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
And yes, she does fit perfectly into that roasting pan. I know because I caught her hunkered down in it -- I had to re-wash everything in the kitchen. Roxy makes me extra careful -- picking up bags and garbage -- no flowers -- cleaning food -- cleaning the counters -- cleaning the dishes -- she leaves no stone unturned in her daily explorations.
Her most recent kitchen discovery is the coffee maker where I make my tea. I came out this morning to pick-up my travel mug to leave for work and found her monitoring the noises coming out of the machine. She was very intrigued. She think's it's a cat toy. Isn't everything? Would it be wrong to buy my cat an E-Z Bake Oven for Christmas? Hmmmm....
Monday, November 30, 2009
How was your Thanksgiving? I hope it was as sweet and nice as this adorable little tickle-ish kitten. Mine was fun. It went like this...
Turkey. Tryptophan coma. Movie. Sushi. Hockey. Football. More Turkey.
More or less with a little bit of extras here and there, that was my holiday in a nutshell. A chocolate pecan nutshell.
On the train on the way to work this morning, I turned to my friend and said, "I'm pretending that I'm on a train on vacation in Europe." She looked out the window as we whizzed through the underbelly of Sylmar and said, "Yeah, the butt-ugly part."
There is no easy way of going back to work after a holiday. Not even if you're striving to be delusional.