Reasons Why Cats Call in Late For Work

I'm on vacation the rest of the week, so please enjoy this little funny from earlier this year!

Equal Opportunity Chow Boy

He wants it all.

Soup!

This weekend I made chicken tortilla soup. 

Saffy wanted to know what I was going to have.

Friday Fanglish: Ear-itation/Big Tipper!

Friday! Friday! Friday! Friends, Friday has arrived, and with it a heapin' helpin' of Fanglish! Journey with me into the world of cat slang...

Ear-itation
Annoyance expressed by flattening the ears

The Lady removed Maurice from the counter and he responded with clear ear-itation.


Big Tipper
A cat who enjoys tipping over glasses of liquid

As The Lady left the room, she picked up her glass of water because she remembered Snowball was as a big tipper.


Click for a full list of Fanglish terms


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

Date Night

Gettin' prettied up for a hot date

But They Make My Butt Feel Cozy!

I woke up one morning, flipped on the kitchen light, and found Phoebe sitting on my folded pile of dishtowels...in the dark.

My Cat Worked At Taco Bell...For a While, Anyway

Those of you who read this blog know I tend to have somewhat of an untamed imagination. Since I was just a kitten, my family and I loved concocting imaginary scenarios about cats engaged in human activities. Yeah, we are an odd bunch, but now you know my eccentric humor is quite possibly genetic...oh, and probably comes a little bit from watching too much Monty Python and Mystery Science Theater. Like all of us, I'm a product of nature and nurture (and probably too much coffee).

Anyway, back to my daydreaming about the silly human things I wish my cats would do. Here is one of my recent musings. And please, you must suspend all beliefs about how cats are "supposed" to behave in order to enjoy this ridiculous nugget of absurdity.

I pull up to the Taco Bell drive thru (that's how they spell it, you know) window, and there's Cosmo, handing me a bag of noms, asking if I need hot sauce, and telling me to enjoy my Crunch Wrap Supreme. He does not smile because he is not a smiler. This would eventually lead to multiple verbal and written warnings, and ultimately his pink slip. Angry about his termination, he dramatically jumps over the counter, tosses his refried bean-soiled apron at his boss and yells, "I told you I wasn't a smiler!" He then proceeds to smugly grab a pawful of wrapped straws from the condiment island (to play with later), and takes off into the night.

Seriously. Or maybe not-so-seriously.