2010! Bring it on!

Happy New Year!

It's 1 January 2010 here on this side of the earth, even if the time stamp on the blog is still set to USA. The sun hasn't exploded, and no one is racing around on jetpacks yet, so don't get too excited.

I had a question about your last post though: Your bath took a whole hour?!

Shiet, I'd channel some face-clawing rage if I had an hour-long bath.

I missed the X'mas blog post because... well. I don't really have an excuse, just was too lazy.

We don't get Santa or any tinsel-adorned popcorn-strung candy-wrapped festivities in this agnostic home (these liberal, conspiracy-theorist parents are so boring sometimes, honestly).

But!

It's the time of year that we do a Swedish dinner to keep Dad's heritage somewhat alive, even if he is not particularly traditional.

I say that because this year we actually got to taste some of Mom's fine cookin' in lieu of the exciting dry grub we usually feast on! Mmm! How wonderful! What's on the menu today? Oh, more dry cardboard grub from a bag?

NO?

Dad fixed our dinner *yay!* with a little bit of grilled chicken, and bits of their X'mas feast: smoked salmon, Swedish meatballs, dry grub (what? Shit, that got snuck in there too) and even a little side salad and cheese. He even dished it on a real plate, what civility!

Waitaminute, there's a spot left for some Christmas ham! Cheated!

Personally I didn't take for the cheese and chlorophyll. Do I have 'hippie' written on my forehead? No. I ateth the meat. And it was joyous in my belly. Mavie, being the piggy he is, ate it all. Polished off my plate too. Veggie, cheese and all.

Nom nom nom.... nom nom...

Then we went into a food coma.

Mavie passes out on his favorite spot: The Human Mattress

Snoozes in the sun.

Happy Holidays, and have a fab 2010 that DOES NOT SUCK like 2009. Smooches!
-R

Wet N Wild

If there's one thing I tolerated about my time of bath, it would be the awesome wonders it did for my girlish figure:

Makin love to the camera

Reminiscent of High Fashion huh?

Who's got the better legs?

That still was taken from last year I believe, when I was bathed for the first time in all my existence with this roommate. She's got about an hour or so of footage of the event, being the ultimate tool she is. Unfortunately being the ultimate procrastinator she is, this is the only clip I've found of it so far:

video
And that's all I had to say about that

Summer is here!

In the literary world, this would be called foreshadowing:

Danger, danger, Will Robinson!

So, apparently we're living in the driest continent in the world, which makes it pretty darn hot. I should know, coz last year when the crazy bushfires broke out, we didn't have any air conditioning and it hit 46C/115F. Mav and I would just lie on the bathroom floor all day and stare blankly like zombies.

The old folks got really worried and tried to freeze moist towels but it was pretty lame. Mav and I are both cold weather cats for crying out loud - I have stupidly thick fur, and Mav. Well Mavie is a giant fluffball.

It sucked.

It's going to be 39C/102F today, and the parents were like well. Let's get them prepped for summer, and I thought what? You're going to put us out of the misery and roast us with some rosemary on a rotisserie?

No, worse.

I got ninja-ed into a BATH! AHHHHHH!!! NoooOOoooOoooOoo!

No cameras! I refuse to look like Nick Nolte's mugshot on the web!

Well, honestly, it wasn't so bad.

Mom and Dad have got it down to an art now, and we don't get very freaked out. In fact. To illustrate that point. Mav, the perfect and loveable golden child, will demonstrate.

Why are you talking to me in such a soothing voice? Is that Enya playing in the background?

You're going to soap up my bum? Sure, do I get dinner with that?

Look. It's like he's wading a kiddy pool in Bali. Not even a peep. You can't hear it, but he was humming "dumdeedumdeedoo..." Damn kid is always making me look bad.

At least he put up a fight when we got combed out:

I kill joo! I'm a killer kitty of all inanimate objects!

So now. We're ready for summer, although Mom still keeps precious pink-eared Mavie away from the harsh rays. But for me? Bring it on!

I could get used to being Australian.

-R


The Jig May Be Up

I found the following posted as a link on my roommate's FB wall:

Is your cat plotting to kill you?
And I thought she was busy playing Mafia Wars and Roller Coaster Kingdom

Hmm...looks like I may have to do a bit of quality control here. Seems as though I'm being a bit obvious. Must change that ASAP.

As for those photos you came across...I have no comment. I have no recollection of ever being put in such a compromising position, and for the record I have always been more of a Badtz Maru kinda cat.

I'm a sucker for his rebel attitude


Chococat on the other paw, can kiss my ass.

Smug mother-f-er

Thank you for the "meowr" moment! It's times like this I wish I had one of those humans in the male form to dress up. Perhaps a Christmas present for Dr. McDreamy?

Meowr!
Mits