Your pussyfoot photos leaked, yo...

Mmm, Chicky McChickster, I don't know about your reigning street cred... These incriminating pics have been floating the Net lately. Might have to have a word with your PR department:


Such a pretty pink petal, my dear. I see the resemblance alright.


Don't worry. Here's a little something to cheer you up when all else fails. Brace thyself.

Can you say, meowr?

-R

Reclaiming Street Cat Cred

Okay, suffice is to say that my face does say it all when it comes to actually permitting my roommate to treat me like her lil barbie cat.

Here are some other instances in which I find myself not able to contain my facial disdain.


And my personal fav:
Special Thanks to Paul D. for LOLCATZing me


So yeah, I hope that somehow reclaims my street cat cred. I'm thinking of soon taking my cred out to the actual streets and showing you some of the City of Angels. Might have to sneak out when the roommate is out on her long weekend trips. I'll keep you posted.

Super fierce RAWR shot BTW! Damn, that made this puss shiver in her boots!

Oh no you DID'AINT!

Oh my anchovy-pickled whiskers!

Please tell me the roomie put you up to it! Judging from your expression of dulled annoyance, I reckon that to be true. Although, you do take pleasure in such twisted joys, who knows.

I would have gathered you for much more kinky outfits... no wait, I take that back. You strike me more of the psychopath killer sort.

Or grumpy grandmother who'd sit on her rocker at the front porch with a shotgun and a flask of gin.

I would KILLETH anyone who'd put those on meeeee! RAWR!

Don't let the cuddly faux fur blankie fool you. I am a terror to be reckoned with!

-R

A Mits for Every Occasion

In honor of Halloween's past I'd like to share a few of my alter-egos:

Your ever so "obedient" servant


Dorothy...Wendy...whathaveyou


And my personal fav...the South Park version of moi


Your new Kingdom looks friggin kick ass! All those places to hide, all those stairs to scurry up and about! I bet you even have your own proper spacious lou!

The New Kingdom

Man, I fell off the face of the planet for a while!

We had no internet connection for about a month, and it all started when the cardboard boxes started rolling in...

I've been around the block enough (well, having lived in 7 homes, 3 different states, and 2 countries now) to know what happens when the Mom starts packing down boxes.

Mavie inspects the boxes curiously...

And usually when the suitcases come out for air, that means that Mom and/or Dad disappear and we get fed more than normal.

But being genetically wired the way we are, jumping and nesting like fat roosting hens in suitcases is quite simply irresistible. It's partly a plead to persuade the parents with our cuteness to pack us along to the invisible land beyond the front door, and it's partly a contemplative notion of how well they would make litter boxes.

This is MY side! Get! Get out... Aah dammit!

Mavie tries to blend into the shoes.

But then it started getting kinda noisy around the house and the parents were getting stressed out. One Saturday, Mom disappeared and some strange men showed up and Dad helped them take all our stuff! Mavie and I hid in a corner in the bedroom trembling until the din finally died down.

When Mom finally showed up, they stuck us into our carriers which freaked us out even more because we thought we were going to be quarantined again! I cried and cried and cried, but then I realized Mom was driving us a plasticky-smelling car. I've never seen Mom drive before, come to think of it... maybe that's why she was all stressed out.

When we finally got out (it felt like eternity! Probably also because Mom kept getting lost...) Dad rushed us upstairs into this carpeted room that had all our stuff in it, and we didn't dare to leave it for days.

Mavie peeking down the stairs...

When we finally got the nerve to explore the rest of the place, it seems like we moved into a giant white box! It was so bright I hated it, and kept running upstairs where it was all carpeted and warm and would spend my days hiding under the bedsheets.

And sleeping.

It's so quiet here every little bump would make me jump, and our ears just weren't used to not hearing all the traffic and strangers yelling on the street...

Mavie and I exploring the white box...

And so here we are, out in the suburbs of Melbourne, or as Mom says "out in the sticks", which I don't get coz there aren't any sticks here. Maybe just those two holding up the baby tree out front...
Home sweet home.

But I love it!

-R