Peeky Tongue FTW!

Yesterday, Cosmo was sitting in my lap, purring and washing his little face. When he finished, his tongue forgot to go back into his mouth. The peeky tongue is almost as good as the peeky teeth.

Cosmo is a Lil BUB wannabe.

My Cat Makes Me Want Eclairs

This:

Suddenly I feel the need for some cream-filled thing that's at least 1872 calories.

My Cat is a Rerun -- and I'm Not Talking About the Guy from "What's Happening!!"

I tried Grammarly's grammar check free of charge because bad grammar is like a dirty litter box -- it stinks.


Yesterday I was under the weather and set up camp on the sofa. I didn't do much of anything but watch TV -- I caught a few episodes of "House Hunters," of which I have a never-ending love/hate relationship. I enjoy watching the people tour the houses, but become instantly irritated with their snooty attitudes and refusal to choose a house because there aren't stainless steel appliances and granite countertops in the kitchen. Oh, and I finally started watching "Orange is the New Black" on Netflix. The show has great characters, and I've always been fascinated by prison culture -- not so fascinated that I need to rob a Walgreen's and see it firsthand, but interested nonetheless.

This, however, is a cat blog and you probably don't want to read about my television habits. So here's a feline fix for you. While I was watching snobs tour houses and lady prison-brawls, this is what Cosmo was doing: "Are you gonna get off the sofa? Well, then can I jump on the sofa?" Then he joins for awhile. And then he's down again. This continues for about seven or eight hours. It was a day of Cosmo reruns, but it's a good thing I enjoy the episode.

Actual photo of Cosmo taken from my sofa camp.

Proof My Cats Shouldn't Clean

Last week I wrote a Catster post wherein I wished my cats could help me with practical tasks, like cleaning up around the house. Then I was perusing some of my favorite Alfred Mainzer postcards this weekend and immediately changed my mind. I'm pretty sure the "cleaning" would be less helpful and look more like this:

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Yeah -- my cats don't need access to cleaning supplies; however, they absolutely must have access to sweater vests.

Cats are Such Teases

Cats are such teases. How in the world does Cosmo expect me to walk by this situation and not grab his little leg? How, I ask? I'm only human, after all.

Separated at Birth: The ABBA Edition

Can you hear the can opener, Fernando?

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I Get Lap Dances at Work

I write from home and Phoebe and Cosmo take that as an opportunity to play an all-day game of "musical lap." They refuse to share the space, so when one thinks the other has enjoyed quite enough glorious lap time, he or she serves an eviction notice.

It looks something like the below photo. Cosmo's all, "You're time is up -- move along." Notice how Phoebe's completely ignoring him? "La, la, la, la."

Eventually the new cat wins out, but it will happen all over again in a couple of hours. Imagine my husband's face when I tell him about all the lap dances I had at work that day.

Who's the Badass Now?

Because I write about cats for a living, I'm constantly pointing cameras in my three felines' faces. This photo illustrates the typical reaction. Cosmo (in the basket) and Saffy (on the floor) think, "Ignore her and she'll go away." Phoebe (in the window) is one smart cookie. She knows I will probably never go away, so her response is more aggressive: "Put that thing away or I will cut you." And she thinks she's pretty badass about the whole thing.

What they don't get is that if I stop taking photos of them, their food bowls would soon be empty. Who's holding the cards now? Who's the badass now? Yeah, that's right. Now pose for Mommy and I'll get you some nice treats.

Taco-Cats in Space? Heck Yes!

I love wacky cat t-shirts, and own a few gems. Whilst traveling in Googleland, I happened upon this taco-cat shirt and it is now on my must-have list! Seriously, this shirt is full of all kinds of awesome. Who doesn't love tacos, for the love of Pete? And cats as tacos? I mean, c'mon! You need this shirt. Plus, "taco-cat" is "cat-taco" spelled backward. Kismet, for certain. You can buy it here. And there's free shipping -- score!

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Here's a closer look at the wonder.

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All Wigged Out Over Cat Costumes

I find that the subject of dressing up your cat is quite a controversial one. Some say their cats don't mind it -- and I've spent time with some that honestly don't look like it bothers them in the least. Others say it's not nice to make your cats wear Santa hats and Halloween costumes that look like tacos. What do I think? I'm so glad you asked!

I think it just depends on the cat. We humans should never force our cats to do something they obviously don't want to do. I admit to dolling up my cats from time to time. I've always had a thing about imagining cats doing "people" things and the thought of kitties wearing dresses, wigs and shoes cracks me up to no end. This is why I love vintage postcards -- specifically ones by Alfred Mainzer -- so much.

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My cats have a few little pieces of clothing and I usually only place it on them for a photo. They seem to tolerate wigs best. One Halloween, Cosmo looked especially fetching in the orange wig. He kind of looks like Wendy, right? Suddenly I'm hungry for a cheeseburger.

He was patient and wore it for a little while. And then this happened:

I was totally cool with it -- he'd had enough, and I needed to stop thinking about cheeseburgers.

Do you dress your cat for Halloween or any other time? Will you dress your cat up this year? Need inspiration? Pet360 has some fun Halloween costume ideas (most are dog costumes, but they also work for a larger cat). I'm partial to the hammerhead shark costume.

Whatever you choose to do, keep your cat safe and happy, have fun ... and take lots of pictures!


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