sometimes you just need to make your own bed...
We wish everyone a happy new year. We'll be hiding out from the booms going on outside tonight...
Calypso and Zazou
Work in Progress
5 hours ago
The life of a tricolor cat and her step-sisters
I was gotchaed from the Santa Cruz Animal Shelter, on September 4th. Also 5 years ago. Zazou didn't have a chance to take over the entire house, so I made sure to claim this bag as mine. I was 2 years old then.
My dad was torturing me. He made me sniff this stuff, he called "Tuna" petromalt. It smelt terrible. He said it was supposed to help with hairballs. Then he put it on my paw. Needless to say, I promptly flung most of it off onto the floor and walls.
Some people just don't understand the necessity of a good nap. I mean, how can I be awake in the early morning to stomp on mom and dad if I haven't prepared by napping during the day? And the sun is coming in the window, which makes it warm...
Derby, on his blog was talking about cat's eyes. My mum and dad like to take the fotos, and my dad was kind enough to give me a treat after getting really close with his camera...
Of the basement. Mum and Dad keep the downstairs room closed off, but sometimes I can sneak in when they go down to get something. They'll usually let me lounge around for a little while until they decide it's time for me to come to dinner. I don't mind that, but I think they should bring dinner down to me in the basement. That would be much better.
I tell my dad that the proper place to look for tuna is on the web, but he doesn't seem to follow what I tell him. I try and explain that he needs to go to the San Francisco Fish Market or something to get the really high quality tuna for dinners. But he says it just sounds like "meh meh meh."