Rescuing a stray cat was not exactly in my weekend plans, but that’s what happened tonight. There was a cat meowing FOREVER outside my window and I started freaking out because it was 10 pm and I didn’t know what I could do about it. No collar, no tags, and it was skinny little thing. Luckily notemily was online and she lives close to me, so she came over and eventually we found the cat, called an animal hospital, and dropped it off there.
Phew. I hope they take good care of it but even more I’m so glad we were able to drop it off. I would have carried a massive amount of guilt with me otherwise and I would have been so worried for the cat.
(via I’m a CAT? - Lolcats ‘n’ Funny Pictures of Cats - I Can Has Cheezburger?)
EXISTENTIAL CRISIS
I gave my cats catnip. It’s always fun entertainment.
They stopped being crazy a bit ago and now Girlcat is just … sitting on the remainder of the catnip. As if it is her domain and she is the ruler of the realm that is Catnipatoria.
Jesus Christ, I think she’s VIBRATING.
I want matzo ball soup right now.Mwahaaaahaaaa!
For Monica.
This is Bruno (or, Sir Bruno, Earl of Brunswick if you catch Brian in the right mood). He demands you hand over all your string, plebian.
I’m not always especially fond of Miles, my sister’s cat. But then he does things like this, and well…it’s precious.
This looks so much like one of my cats. Especially the glare.
I am the rare book blogger that pretty much hates cats. BUT COME ON!