When figures of speech come true

Every now and then, Erik the Red tears around the apartment for no apparent reason. My mother calls this "having a wild hair up his ass." The strange thing was that tonight Erik actually DID have a wild something up his ass--to be precise, it was a piece of string about 7 inches long hanging out of his gloryhole. He was chasing his own asshole around the apartment. It was kind of hilarious except for the fact that the string had poo on it and he was whipping all around trying to catch it. And then he sat. On my comforter. I had to ever-so-slowly pull out said string. Did I mention it had poo on it? Yeah.

Anyway. A night in the life, eh? I'm just hoping that's all the string he managed to ingest and that there isn't more waiting curled up inside his wee intestines for me to dislodge it with the force of my retching.

sorry for the lack of posts recently, we've been napping

the ribbon, I loff her

Why does Erik look slightly crazy in this photo? Squinty-eyed Erik, the pirate cat. Arrrr, matey.

Geburtstagkatzen!

wtf, cat?

I loff the umbrella. So red, so obviously a cat toy...

we like to explore the wild unknown [shopping bagz]

we sleeps upside down with our little pawz in the air

we helps with the studying of Sanskrit

(Sanskrit?? I have pretty impressive cats. The Roommate's pretty impressive, too.)

I geeeve up!

Resistance is futile.

where's Learned Claw?

Can you spot the kitten head in this photo?

I recently got a file cabinet and it came in many different pieces. The cats were having a field day pouncing on the little bits of styrofoam (which I'm still finding in Learned Claw's fur) and chasing invisible things, as per usual.

Big kitties, little me

Does this make me look fat?

Erik has the amazing ability of finding all the cozy places where he just exactly fits, like, for example, my armpit, the crook behind my legs, or the shadowbox mirror I recently purchased.

cat taco!

I'm kind of hungry, how about you?

they still fit

Oh, poor little Erik. You're so cute all curled up in a tight ball on my bed. Little do you know that you're about to be shoved in a crate, awkwardly hoisted down 5 flights of stairs, taken outside into the 20º weather and loud streets, tossed in a smelly cab, and carted across Manhattan to the ASPCA so that a stranger who smells of scared animals can stick metal things into your little mouth. Poor little guy.

we sleep with our little heads next to each other

...because we are going to take over the world: when you look at us, we're so damn cute we MAKE YOUR HEAD EXPLODE.

we clean

I avoid work, my cats clean themselves. Life is good. I am sleepy. Oops!

warning: this is disturbing

High school buddy Caitlin Berrigan, an artist, had some plates fired for a talk she gave at the Whitney on Friday. They depict a woman tearing her own liver out of her body and consuming it. I thought it would be funny to feed my cats on the plates.

Hilarity ensued:



Okay, so I guess it's not technically hilarious. but the concept is amusing, n'est-ce pas?

we are so cute, it hurts even us