Whazzat?

You hear that?

The kittens were feeling frisky on Monday. They were frisky-ing around in the small hedge outside my office’s front window, rustling and bustling and occasionally hopping onto the ledge, then pouncing down into the shrubbery. Athena was perplexed. Continue reading

Sudden Attack of the Cutes

Once a month Athena T Cat  goes to the cat wash. DadRed has mild dander allergies, and having her scrubbed and de-dandered helps keep things from getting out of hand. It also thins out her two coats of hair, reducing hairballs (as does daily brushing). Athena has strong, loud, opinions about being transported to the cat wash. Loud, vociferous, constant opinions, including words I can’t use on this blog. I have no idea where she learned them from, either. I certainly don’t use that kind of language around the cat. Continue reading

Caution: Cat in Road

I think I need to get traffic cones.

It appears that Athena has reconciled herself to the Texas-sized throw-rug. She has also discovered, as cats are wot to do, that by flopping in this corner, she can obstruct traffic between the kitchen, living room, den, and library.

“I win.”

No matter what happens, the cat will find a way. She also gets drive-by petting.

I really do think I need to pick up a set of those little traffic cones that they use when teaching pre-schoolers how to ride tricycles.