Yes, our Tuxedo Kitteh is 3 today. From a tiny little mewing kitn to the giant Longcat bratty terror of today. Thousands of dollars, hours of amusement.
Him getting TUNA gooshyfud for dinner.
Every year about this time, I like to rewatch one of the finest examples of musical theater ever, namely:
1776
It's suspenseful (even though you know how it ends), moving, FUNNY, happy, sad, makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up and best of all -- historically accurate! I once aced a midterm in American History I thanks to knowing this musical by heart.
It's still done by local theater groups, so you can see it live. But nothing beats the movie version, which is on tonight on TCM. Or, check out this link on the U Toob:
It's great to watch any time of year.
Today on CO!
I was already dying from the total cuteness of all the piles of paws, and then the posting ended with that great photo of King Ping's interdigital floof!
Check it out!
This video posted today on ICHC
is exactly what happened in our house on Saturday.
Pretend it's Tortie in the box and TK on the attack.
We tried to get video of it, but the second the camera appeared, they stopped fighting.
I guess I might as well fess up that we haven't seen Daddy Moo since May 14th.
That's over 9 weeks; we haven't ever gone that long without seeing him ever, even before him was friendly to us.
His latest arch-enemy has been striding the fences with impunity, and the birds are more and louder.
No moar WAOW or giant purr.
Moo leaves behind one very stoopid tuxie son, two fud hoomans who miss him, and his blog followers.
We miss his giant cow/soccer ball self, but 4-5 years for an alley tom is a pretty good life. And besides siring a bunch of cute kittens, he also rescued lost little BG. Moo was a good boy.
I'd so hoped to sit on the back porch of a summer evening and skritch Teh Moo, see if he'd be a lap cat, but it was not to be. Him was our winter half-cat; came to us with the rain, left when it did.
Goodbye, Moo -- wherever you are, I hope it's warm and full of cruncheez.
In which Tortie once again gets thoroughly fed up with tuxbrat, and
In which TK sort of figures out how bubbles work
This video from the LA Times shows a gal who's made a QTE video game.
I'm submitting it to CO but putting it here in case it doesn't make it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSAMdtTbFYs
(can't get the embed thingy to work right)
I still can't upload all the videos, but here's a short one of HRT and TK with the bubbles for your Friday catblogging fun:
AAAARRRGGGH.
Well, maybe it will be made available. I'll try again tomorrow.
Here's some random photos showing you what things look like around here.
Outside, we have pretty flowers:
Indoors, well, we have this:
Any time, day or night, we might see this:
If you don't hop to and feed him quick enough, you get a WAOW and this face:
Moo's not the only Widecat -- while watching TV in the evenings, we have his son being long and wide atop the couch:
Later in the night, I tend to get cornered:
And once I go to bed, there's a brief moment of this:
All photos (except paws up) by Fabulous Daddy.
Have a good weekend, peeps!
I have 3 videos of the cats playing with bubbles, but unfortunately 2 of them (the cutest two, natch) are too long/big to upload here. Waaaah. :( I don't know what to do.
Anyway, here's the one video that VOX would let me upload.
Tortie played with bubbles years ago, but for some reason we hadn't done it in ages. Tux boy, of course, had never seen them.
The night before this video, we'd found a small amount of bubble stuff and blown it to see what would happen. The first bubble TK ever saw floated down, landed on his face, and then went pop. Him was confused but delighted. He kept watching as HRT played with them. As you know, he investigates things by biting them, so much much stoopid tuxie confuzzlement occurred.
The next day, Fabulous Daddy had gone out to get more bubble solution. I was just holding the bottle and looking at it when Tortie went MEOW! from across the room and MEOW! MEOW! as she came up to me. I don't know how she recognized the stuff, but she did and got very talky, wanting bubbles.
So I opened it, and here is the result.
Him is still a very handsum boi! We'll just have to call him LongWideCat. :) read more
on couch sprawl