Kitty loving

I've had a busy weekend that was topped off with my Girlfriend graduating from College as a Nurse. Words cant begin to describe how proud I am of her. It was during this time of having lunch with her at my apartment did I realize I had a bigger problem. My small black kitty "Baby", was being very affectionate, and has begun to become more and more affectionate as time goes on. I attributed most of it to acclimating to apartment life, instead of living in a laundry room. She's even begun to wake me up in the middle of the night a few nights this week. I was dead wrong.

How To Know if your Cat is on Heat

She's exhibiting nearly all the symptoms that comes with this, with the exception of spraying. she's definetly more curious, and I think Jingles still wants some action (sans ballzini) but I imagine shes at that time.


I meant to take my cuties to the vet last week, but had to emergency reschedule. I'm kicking myself in the ass for this now

kitty military

I've come to learn when your cats are one of two colors, they'll either stand out like daylight, or disappear like a sniper and never be found. I've lost these cats I couldn't tell you how many times. I found baby in my all black computer chair, after searching for an hour. Lost jingles multiple times. He was either behind the couch, or hiding under a blanket. In fact, I found him today by stepping on his paw and having him swat at my leg; he was hiding in the space between the comforter and my mattress on the floor. I swear they conspire against me.

I wish I had a webcam or two I could hook up to see what they do when I'm not around. I bet they walk around on two legs, and eat all leftovers when I'm not looking. Its all a charade to trick humans

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I am suddenly reminded of a hilarious incident that happened last night before bed.

Jingles, the black and white longhair posted below, was meowing incessantly. I decided as a treat for being such a good kitty, I'd give him some catnip.




[dramatic Re-enactment, not my cat]

I made the mistake of putting a small pile of catnip on the emory cat, thinking he would just sniff it and roll his head on it like he usually did. I didn't get a chance to rub it into the toy so he would play with it. My cat banged it like a $7k crackrock. Boom, he inhales the entire goddamn pile, then just looks at me stupidly, and wants to be picked up. I'll never understand him.

really "crappy" day

Being a dog owner, when they need to "use the bathroom" you open the door.. they fly outside, go sniff something, do their business, and run to you like they just won the jackpot at the casino. I've learned that isn't the same with cats.

Case in point:

The cats have become accustomed to their new surroundings, and seem to have settled in quite nicely. That being said, I think they're smarter than they let on. I scoop the litter box as soon as I get home from work.
(I have this fear of being the neighbor with the smelly apartment. I've walked into complexes where the crazy old lady upstairs that has 3 cats named "mittens" and the entire hallway wreaks of cat urine. I don't want to be that guy.)

I scoop the litterbox, dispose of the plutonium they're left for me while I've been away. Like clockwork, as soon as I'm done, one goes bolting into the bathroom, and does their business. I literally just finished cleaning up, and they leave me a new "treat". Great. thanks.

I also noticed that when I first moved them, they didn't clean up after themselves. They just left it. Now, they're good little kitties, and cover up their mess. In reality, they're just hiding landmines. After what happened last night, if I used the analogy "mined like Saigon", I'm not kidding.

This is the end result of my seek and destroy mission.

I cleaned that out 24 hours ago. I might have to start not putting out so much food.

where's all the rum gone?

Getting to Monday. Like I mentioned above, Jingles and Baby ( shut it... I didn't name them) opened my door and promptly work me at 7AM. I indulged them for a few minutes, and found out that as I had filled the food bowl twice yesterday, just about all the kitty food was gone.


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wtf, walking eating poop machines.

C day +4

Preface: I wanted to adopt cats, and somebody was getting rid of 2 just in time. I kept them from going to the shelter. Little did I know they would be a handful


Friday 5/6: I grab Jake and his cat carriers and make a small hop to pick up my new furry poop monsters kitties. Its a handful getting them into the carrier, but we succeed and take them to their new home. I've adopted 2 kitties, a small black one, and a huge longhair one. one of which refuses to leave the cat carrier until after dinner and several hours later.


I leave to go have a bonfire in clifton, knowing full well that my apartment might be trashed by the time I get back... I was partly right.


Somewhere between cooking and drinks, they both found their way into my bedroom while I was away. Long story short, my bed was a hairy mess, and I found a lump in my comforter.




Apparently, I adopted the not-so-naked-molerat breed of cat, who enjoys burrowing into my comforter. I just changed those sheets.


Saturday 5/7: I awake to something burrowing into my bed again, and something on my head. I get woken up with less than 5 hrs of sleep. I was more happy to see they didn't puke on my carpet. Uneventful day for the most part. Bought an emory cat, which they seemed to like. Catnip is an amazing substance, until you overdue it. I accidentally nipped my big white & black one (jingles) so hard he yaks on my carpet.... great.


Sunday 5/8: Get woken up early again, kitties are getting adjusted now. They're smart enough to use their head to force open my bedroom door. Even tying the door shut wont keep them from "Operation sit on anything made for your bed". I didn't know two cats could poop so much, litterbox looks like the Balkans every morning.



With that brief synopsis of the sad hilarity of my situation, I come to Monday, where after getting a decent night's sleep, I get awoken by the hammerhead kitties opening my bedroom door and playing with me 20 minutes before my alarm was set to wake me. They've lost their fear of the unknown, and feel its possible to jump onto the kitchen counter and cooktop without remorse. They know where the catnip is, and will hound me until I pull some out.