6-2-21 Wednesday

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Pinochle says “GOOD MORNINGGGG!”

Rummy was playing while Uncle Charlie watched, and I think she looks like a little frog in this picture.

Slapjack’s all “Hey, Uncle Charlie! Whereya going?”

Uncle Charlie, doing his favorite thing: giving the Love Eyes to the feather teasers.

“Uncle Charlie is really COOL,” Slapjack has realized.

Uno agrees.

Later, Uncle Archie went stomping across the kitten room while Pinochle, Uno and Rummy watched from atop the cat tree.

“Uncle Archie’s kinda scary.”

Uncle Archie growled at Slapjack, who put on his floof suit real quick.

Whist watched Uncle Archie continue across the room. She thinks he’s pretty fabulous.


I know I never mention the permanent residents’ birthdays (mostly because we don’t do anything out of the ordinary for their birthdays because EVERY DAY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD IS BIRTHDAY LEVEL PAMPERING FOR THOSE DANG CATS, AMIRIGHT?), but this particular date stuck in my mind, so let me just say:

Happy 1st birthday, Charlie!

July 2020.

October 2020.

December 2020.

May 2021.

I can’t believe he’s only a year old. I seriously feel like he’s been with us forever.


2020: Benjamin chillaxes in the pink Adirondack chair while Lola thlurrrps and waits her turn.
2019: Where better to drape your tail, Albert?
2018: No entry.
2017: Praline’s got the crazy eyes going on back there.
2016: I sure do love a spotted kitten belly.
2015: “HUGS!” said Rickles.
2014: “Whoa, whoa, WHOA. Whatcha doing with that hand, there, grabby lady?”
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: “What you mean it’s not eatin’ time yet? Izzat a trick statement? It’s ALWAYS eatin’ time!”
2010: The Bookworms illustrate just how terribly difficult and grueling their sad little lives are.
2009: But Phyllis just sits there.
2008: River has decided that he’d rather kinda like to be out of that thar kitten room.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.



6-2-21 Wednesday — 17 Comments

      • That sometimes happens to me when there’s a Monday holiday like Memorial Day or Labor Day. Because Monday “didn’t happen”, Wednesday seems like Tuesday.
        Or something.

  1. In honor of Charlie’s birthday (and because now that I came up with it I can’t get rid of it) and with apologies to John Denver, to the tune of Sunshine on my Shoulders: *ahem*

    Cat hair in my eyeballs makes them itchy
    Cat hair in my nostrils makes me sneeze
    Cat hair in my mouth make me go ptouie
    Cat hair in my life makes me so pleased.

    I’ll be here all week and don’t forget to tip your waitress.
    (Yes, I know the last line is a bit week, but not that many things rhyme with sneeze and breeze didn’t fit.)

  2. How big is Charlie these days? He looks pretty long and tall compared to the other permanent residents.

    • He weighed 12 pounds, 4 ounces at the end of April. I think he’s going to be a biiiig boy when he’s done growing!

  3. Tell us, please, about the wall-mounted tubes holding the feather teasers?

    • I actually wrote about them in March of 2020, in this post. Basically: shipping tubes cut in half and affixed to the wall with Command strips. They work AMAZINGLY well!

  4. “EVERY DAY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD IS BIRTHDAY LEVEL PAMPERING…” – well, duh… Don’t they hand us The Manual when they first move in with us?

    (Fun Fact! I have a new bed frame, and it’s a few inches higher than His Highness is willing to jump, so at bedtime, he’ll sit by my bed as I’m reading and passive-aggressively knock over books I have stacked next to my bed and stare up at me, and wait until I PICK HIS ASS UP AND PLACE HIM ON THE BED. I ask you – who is the bigger fool here – Malcolm for succumbing to laziness, or me, for being manipulated!?!)

    Happy Birthday Charlie!!!