Fetch Me My Finest Ruffled Cat Dickey!

Yesterday at BlogPaws, this happened:

Sir Brighton of Curlz and Swirlz

I Kissed a Ferret and I Liked It

I kissed a ferret. My cats are going to kill me.

BlogPaws Means I Get To Meet New Kitten Friends -- Real Ones

Today I'm forgoing the typical Friday Fanglish post to show you a couple of cute kitty babies I've met at BlogPaws, the annual pet blogging conference that's one of the highlights of my year.

This is Odilia, the little blind kitten my blogging friend Connie of the Tails From the Foster Kittens blog. She was so teeny and totally feisty! Cats really are badass -- even tiny ones with special needs.

And then I met Triscuit, another foster who we all loved on in one of the workshops. She was so docile and completely adorable. 

There are definitely a TON more dogs here at this conference, and that makes sense. My cats could totally freak out if I carried them to a hotel in another state. But some cats are good travelers and I'm just glad to have made the acquaintance of these two cuties.

Oh, and the cherries jubilee over ice cream was divine last night.

Happy BlogPaws, everyone! And thank you to Purina for sponsoring my trip!

Cat Truth #90: Cats Can Be Comfortable Most Anywhere

It's true, right? They do love a soft pile of warm laundry, but my cats are just as likely to rest their head on the edge of a cardboard box or sleep on top of a 24-pack of shrink-wrapped water bottles. I suppose if I were that tired all the time, comfort wouldn't be that big of a deal. Heck, I remember childhood sleepovers at friends' houses when I'd crash on top of a cheap Holly Hobbie sleeping bag on a hard floor.

Wordless Wednesday: My Cat's a Pig

My Cat's a Stalker

This is how it goes down at my house: Saffy inhales her food and then stalks Phoebe's dish. I do my best to distract Saff, but she always winds up creeping around the corner somewhere, waiting until I'm not looking so she can descend upon poor Pheebs. Look how stalkerish she looks. 

Cats Want More Luxury, Please

Cats can never enjoy too much comfort. One pillow? Child's play! Phoebe can rock three pillows and still feel like she's not getting the full luxury she deserves.

Mother's Day Wishes and Toileting Dreams

Happy Mother's Day from Catladyland! 

May you receive lots of  sweet kitty kisses today! As part of my Mother's Day gift from the cats, I am hoping to receive at least one un-assisted visit to the bathroom.  

Cat Storage

Last week I bought some new storage containers and, of course, Phoebe was immediately intrigued by the box. She gave me permission to keep the plastic containers inside the box, but promptly confiscated the cardboard container that's obviously meant to store cats.

Fanglish Flashback: All Present and Accounted For and Flee Control

It's time for a Fanglish Flashback! Test yourself: Do you remember these terms?

All Present and Accounted For
All cats are gathered around the present-wrapping supplies the human has arranged on the floor

Mittens, Maurice, and Snowball were all present and accounted for when The Lady began wrapping Christmas gifts. 


Flee Control
The act of placing a cat in a closed room while movers or other humans come and go from a building, thus preventing the feline escape

In an act of flee control, The Lady locked Mittens in the bathroom while the delivery humans carried new furniture into the house.

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See you next week for another visit into the back alley world of Fanglish!