Who Wants Whipped Cream?

Bogart, Kafka, and Behemoth have their very first whipped-cream-from-the-can experience. Who likes it? Who hates it? And who hides from it?

Tune in for all the answers…

 

Love,

Bogart

Year of the Tiger... Cat

Kafka is particularly excited about today beginning the Year of the Tiger... you can just FEEL the excitement...

It is the Year of the Tiger Cat - Belly

Tiger Cats are the tubbiest sign on the zodiac, methodical in their purrsuit of food (especially from other cats' plates), intelligent deep inside that they choose to hide with a somewhat goofy demeanor. They sleep more than any other astrological sign because they are deep thinkers and imaginative players. They rarely jump and miss, for their internal upward-motion calculator is top-notch. Catnip can be a problem if they overindulge. They can be possessive of items they deem to be their own (if someone else is sitting on or playing with it). But more of a lover than a fighter.

I too am celebrating the Year of the Tiger - Cat with my favorite tiger striped blanket. If I'm not sleeping on mama, I'm sleeping on this.

Happy New Year everyone!

Love,

Bogart

Pizza! Pizza!

Hey... what's that smell?

Mmm... PIZZA. Mama isn't much of a cook, so because dad is sick today she had to forage in the freezer for her own lunch. And what better - indeed, what more perfect - food is there than pizza? Frozen if we must, but at least "improved" with some fresh tomatoes, garlic and olive oil.

That smells awfully good mama... you gonna eat all of that yourself?

Because, I mean, I COULD HELP YOU...

I know you're not a big fan of the crust...

Seriously, I just wanna do my part TO HELP YOU...

Anything I can do... REALLY...

SCORE!

Give me your poor, your tired, your slightly-burned crusts...

I hope you appreciate this mama. I'M DOIN' IT FOR YOU...

After the pizza party, time to chill out with my pal Kafka. Kafka is the short-haired orange tabby, and he is literally a furry, vibrating hot water bottle. Purrfect on a cold day such as this.

But first I had to get Kafka's attention.

He's still busy showing Willie who is really king of the household. Willie looks bigger because he's a long-haired orange tabby, but Kafka is definitely meaty-er, and it's fun to watch an orange-colored ball of fur roll by whenever they tussle.

Ah, my favorite spot.

Carpe Sofa (Seize the Sofa)!!!

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine

The Great Kafkinski

CAT ALERT - CAT ALERT - CAT ALERT

If you can't handle the felines, best to either turn away now or scroll to the bottom as the glorious orange fur will soon be flying.

Ok, everybody gone that needed to leave? It's just us cat lovers now. We now return to our regularly scheduled program.

This is Kafka. He had to go to the vet today because he had a growth under his chin. Mama was worried as it seemed to be growing quickly.

Luckily dad was able to get Kafka into a carrier (and only lost a little bit of blood... not bad, dad) and off to the vet. Some great news - Kafka, as you may have noticed, is a chubby tabby. Mama likes 'em kind of chubby and cuddly. Especially her tabbies. And Kafka is happy to oblige - he's obsessed with his food, and everyone else's as well. Today we found out that he weighs exactly what he weighed at his last vet visit - 16 pounds - so he's kept off a little bit of his chub. The vet was surprised - she said that fat cats usually swing in weight - so Kafka did us proud. Unfortunately his chin was also on the chubby side, and the vet said that it was an abscess - and that's why it was getting so big, so fast. She would drain it with a needle and syringe (and apparently he managed to fill up an entire syringe with the icky stuff that was inside his growth)!

You can see that he got a little shaved under his chin, and that's the spot that the needle did it's work.

So far so good, he's going to get pumped with daily antibiotics and - I'm sure - treats, so here's to hoping that he makes a speedy and full recovery. It's amazing that he's never acted sick at all - I'd be milking this for some "treats and sympathy"...

Tonight there was some mail for me - a little something from the folks at Greenies!

They're Pill Pockets treats - made to try to disguise pills when we have to take them. I can tell you from the get-go that they just aren't going to work. Firstly, I don't need to take any pills right now, and secondly, well, how hard is it to distinguish a nasty pill inside of a tasty treat? Roll 'em around in your mouth, spit out the pill, it's SIMPLE.

Oh look - they also sent some for felines. This is Sekhmet. She was willing to take one for the team and try one, but she doesn't need any medicine right now either. But she's happy to help...

Instead I got to munch on one of these Whole Meals bars. We got them at the Pets in the Pearl event, and haven't had a chance to try them yet. The bag smells good...

Oh yeah, this seems like it will do the trick...

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine

Chez Bogart