He's Knows if You've Been Bad or Good...

Just in case you didn't know, Santa's spies are everywhere...

Festival of Lights

...what is that sparkle stuff on the table...

...it doesn't smell like food...

...it doesn't look like food...

...it doesn't taste like food either...

...must not be too important...

The Christmas Cynic

I love my cute little tree. The only thing better than a pink tree is a sparkly pink tree.

Albert: Pink is for girls. It's probably made of sugar and spice and everything nice. Blech.

Nibble.. Nibble..

Albert: It doesn't even taste good...

My Cat Sheds Raincoats, Not Fur..

I'd like to say that this habit of sleeping in the arms/sleeves of my windbreaker, coats, etc. is new, but it isn't. Have I mentioned recently how much this cat likes to burrow?


I have to resort to trickery to get him to come out. A rousing game of "chase the camera strap" usually works.



"He's mo-lting..."(said in you best Wicked Witch impersonation)

Oh, Elvis...

70 Hour Work Week

Project at Work. Exhausted. Must. Not. Sleep. At. Desk. Tonight's Agenda:Kitty Cuddles, Blog Posting and Some Much Needed Sleep. Til' Then...

Here's a little OSK(Old Skool Kitten) to tide you over.

Gobble Gobble

Happy Thanksgiving from Albert, Elvis and me!


Pre-Thanksgiving Day Feast..

Turkey and Liver for my little butterball...

And Chicken and Salmon for Elvis because he would throw a fit if he had to go a day without his beloved fish. He has his own traditions. Gobble Gobble folks!

Predictable

I spent a couple of hours last weekend installing a coat rack next to the front door. A coat rack where I like to hang long glittery things with fringe.

5 seconds after it was installed...

Wait for it...

Yeah... I would be more surprised if Albert DIDN'T try to rip everything off of the wall.

WARNING:Holiday Season Cuteness in 3...2...1

Albert: "Ho Ho Ho."


Considering the expression on his face, I'm not sure if that's a Season's Greeting or blasphemy...

Social Networking

Little Elvis is quite the social networker.

He watches me blog, update my status on FaceBook, Tweet, etc.

Unfortunately, I think he got ahold of my passwords.

Yesterday my FaceBook status read: starveeng fur foodz. pleeze feed meh qwik. sammon ok?

When I confronted him about the curious update, he gave me the silent treatment.

I never said he was subtle.

The Lover and the Fighter

How can two cats who look so much alike be so different?

While Elvis bathes and thinks back on the evenings lovely salmon supper....Albert seethes and plots a war.

Poor Elvis never saw it coming.

All of their fights go as follows: Elvis wrestles like a pro from the ground while Albert pounces and body slams from above.

Even though Albert is bigger and stronger than his brother, Elvis is scrappy and a bit of a dirty fighter. He'll use his back paws as if there are ten machetes attatched to his toes, bicycling and slicing through the air. I'd be scared.

Sadly, there is never a winner and one cat ends up mad(Albert) while the other is slightly bloodied(Elvis can't seem to keep his ears out of Albert's mouth) and both are exhausted. Then it's off to the food bowls where both chow down like champs and then off to bed. Ah..brothers.

Justification

Your assumption that I selfishly bought myself a pair of sparkly sneakers is totally incorrect.

In fact, my only goal upon entering Macy's yesterday was was to find a beautifully square box for my beloved kitties to lounge in. It's unfortunate that I had to purchase gold glitter All Stars to get that box, but, you know, I'll find something to do with them.

Watching Albert contort his body to fit inside of the box is like watching a furry game of Jenga...Chubby appendages stacked on top of each other...Super cute.

P.S. I've decided to end every third post with a kitty heiny. I think this prosh pic is explanation enough.

Quiet

Bertie and his Birdie

Where ever the birdie is...

Bertie is. On the table...

On the floor...

On the box...

And everywhere else...

Aww..