Friday, September 30, 2011

Royal Canin Fudz Gets Boring

I've gone off my fudz again. I definitely didn't eat Waltham's Feline Urinary Diet fudz. YUCK. Of late I've switched to Royal Canin fudz and that was OK for awhile but -- come on -- who wants to eat the same thing every day? I wants some junk fudz like what Pumpy and the dog eats. I'm stressing the lap lady out and she even had to call Royal Canin to get suggestions as to how I might like their fudz better but the only thing they said was that their fudz is made especially palatable for kitties and that I have to eat it and I can't have the junk fudz. I beg to differ, Royal Canin. Your fudz is boring and not fatty enough.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Stop with the Grooming Already!

Pumpy is over-grooming himself again. As you know, it irritates me because he disrupts my sleep when he moves around too much on the sofa and we fought about it again today.

Sometimes I almost prefer the dog.

Sunday, September 18, 2011


So my BFFB (Bean Friend For Breakfast) has left a treat for moi. (Red Arrow). Trouble is my favorite route to my milky delight (A) is blocked. Chair the wrong way. The direct jump (B) is blocked by the adverse projection of the spoon. The route via sofa, windowsill and through the curtains (C) is just too far and not cool!

My solution was elegant (if I do say so myself). Sofa, wait for Bean to move arm, jump over lap and laptop and voila!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

A total eclipse of the sun

I've discovered that the sun disappears from the dining room window at about 10:55 A.M. and it reappears in the living room window at approximately 1:15 in the afternoon. Therefore, I surmise, there is an eclipse at our house. During this time I have been known to run from one window to the other in an attempt to find more sunbeams. When I can't find them, I fall asleep on the sofa next to Pumpy.

Friday, September 9, 2011

The French Word for Cat Chat.

This here is Georgie and she lives in France. I know this because the beans have been away again and they brought back some cheese and photos of French cats. In true French style, Georgie isn't all hung up on her sexuality or her body. She is a free cat who doesn't mind showing the world what she's got.

I don't know this kitty's name but she is not as free as Georgie and I think she's a little cold because she doesn't have many furs.

And by the way, do you know that dawgs are allowed in the grocery store in France?