holy nuts! what happened to us?
all kinds of crazy motherfucking shit has happened to us, while i, the cheat, managed to stay calm the entire time. goddamn it is so hard to be as beautiful as i am especially when being put through all of these cat-trials and cat-tribulations. but now i am in this new place with HEATED MOTHERFUCKING FLOORS. sorry about all the profanity, the cats at shadowlands were some dark motherfuckers and you had to keep up if you wanted to keep your nuts. well, your metaphorical nuts. since i don't have any. anyway, this place is big, and awesome, and even thought it's populated by people who either abandoned me or tried to molest me while i was living in achewood (i still see the claw scars on his arm though), i can't ask for anything more.


hello, what's this? an open window?....

funny caption about something tasting good! ha ha!

cats are not capable of abstract thought.

We love you!




We're much too cute to have peed on Vanessa's jacket.

I was waiting to write an entry here until I had a better camera available than my phone's camera, but it's not gonna happen. So no pictures this time! Only stories!

The Cheat was rolling around on his back a lot last night in our living room. The Sneak was in our living room too, but more rubbing up against the wall and trying to decide if she should hide or not. We were like a family! A very Brady moment. I think that's the most social I've seen the cats so far. Maybe they were lured out by my tofu stir-fry (did it remind them of Kris?)

Also, we locked The Cheat out of my bedroom for a few minutes and he got really desperate. My down comforter and bay window are like cat-crack to him. It sounded like he had lept half-way up the door and was slowly sliding/scrabbling down it.

My mom got really worried about the cats going outside when I talked to her on the phone. She thinks they should NEVER be let out, since it's a neighborhood they don't know. I place a lot more confidence in technology than her and say it'll be ok because of their transponder thingies. What say you, Ardents?

I think my most favorite cat moment so far was when I was lying down on my side reading, at the cats' level, and The Sneak started nosing about my forehead. I felt like she thought I was another cat or something. Changing perspective from above to same-level is a significant experience.

p.s. These cats aren't Irish enough for me. I was eating delicious corned beef on St. Patties day, while they were in my bed with me, and neither of them even TRIED to get some.

hey the sneak? you've been under the bed for like twenty-six hours now. isn't that eye-wateringly boring?

sh-sh-sh-SHOOOOOOSH the cheat! th-they might FIND me!