Neglected

It's true; I've been neglecting this blog. So many other things to do. But here are some pictures of the kids over the holiday season.

I know, it's been awhile...

It's not that my cats ceased being cute. (Though I am trying to teach them to use the toilet, which may or may not be a cute process.) It's more that I'm busy and they've gotten sneaky about avoiding the camera.

So I give you these (courtesy of I Can Has Cheezburger):



This is definitely what my kitties do.




(Because my dad always says cats lick the butter.)

Baby Pictures

Walt is around 8 months old now, and I just can't believe how much he's grown. He's in that awkward teenager phase where he makes his mother question why she brought a third cat into the home. But he's so cute! Looking at the baby pictures reminds me of exactly how and why I succumbed. Here's some pictures of him when I first got him.

Finally More Cat Pictures!

So sleepy!



Tail furl!



She's the "pretty one."



Cat belly!



I pose them, it's true.



My cats are so much more social than I am. I never sit that close to another of my kind.



Pretty kitty!



Virginia surveys the area from her perch atop the Ivory Tower.





Walt is getting sooo big.




"Getting to know you....getting to [smell] all about you..."

Holiday Season

Oh wow, are the holidays fun with three cats! Last year I thought I could watch Vita play with non-breakable ornaments for hours (and I did) and I discovered her very favorite toy: stretchy gold string. But another cat and a kitten? Forget about it. Too much cuteness.

Enjoy.

I know, I've been lagging...

This is Walt's new favorite play pen.



The vet just called to say that Walt's neutering went just fine and he'll be ready to come home later today. He's a favorite at the vet's office--everyone loves him because he's such a pretty boy and so well-behaved. I have good luck with well-behaved pets, although they don't know that every night he finds my glasses and runs off with them somewhere to chew on the lenses so that his kitten tooth imprints are forever on the glass. Grr!

But how can you get angry with something so cute?



I just want to put him in my purse and take him everywhere!



And just so they don't get jealous:

Because the Poetry Doctor Demands It

After Jeffrey won, Virginia wanted to block out the world.




She seeks solace in her Bobblehead now that Project Runway's Season 3 is over.



The first day its been cool enough to leave the window open, and there's a crowd.



That catnip mouse is Vita's...




And she's none too pleased.




So Walt tries to get away...







He tries to hide...







But that wore him out.

So Virginia gave him a bath...



and put him to bed.



And it's time for my bedtime too.

Writing about Foucauldian power dynamics and compiling ars poetica annotated bibliographies wears me out. Ciao for now!

BOOKS! KITTIES! KITTIES & BOOKS!

Rabies Shots

Listening to Internet Radio, drinking overdue coffee and enraged about the results of Project Runway, though I've yet to see the episode, as well as livid that it's mid-October and in the upper '80s in Tallatrashy.

I had a major breakthrough with my poetry manuscript and I think I can see it all unfolding before me and I love it. It's thrilling, but I'm sure I'll change my mind before my defense in three years.

Oh. This is supposed to be my cat blog? Oops. Save the ranting & poetry for the other "blogspots," as Vincent says.

Well then.



Tomorrow Walt is finally old enough to get his rabies shot.

Nothing more to report. Maybe a picture of Vita, since A. feels she has been underrepresented.