First Caturday of February

I laugh because my cats stand like statues a lot, and would try this if I hadn’t trained them as kittens not to get onto the kitchen counters or the dining room table. I freak out if they’re anywhere near the stove, so they seem to remember my reaction, unless they’re trying to test me, and then I do catch them. Some of their, “testing” is actually cat curiosity, more than anything else.


I’m highly impressed with the cat’s posture. Little feet on the plate… I can’t stop laughing.

For the record, I trained my cats, as kittens, NOT to go on the dining room table or the kitchen counters, and they’re generally good about listening because I made it a mandatory thing. Occasionally, I’ll catch them testing me when they don’t think I’ll find out about it. Felines trying to get away with things is the story of my life. 😉

Ungrateful Caturday

My cats have decided I’m merely a person who feeds them and rewards them for existing with expensive treats, which they think they should receive every few hours, so long as I’m working and they can annoy me. And they’ve taken to jumping on my head and screeching if they aren’t fed by 8:00 a.m.

As I type this, they are both standing near a mostly closed door, peeking in on me. If I move, so do their heads. This goes on for hours. I’ve become human furniture that requires regular cat spies. Next time, I’m ordering cuddly cats.

Another Caturday In The Books


From top left: My first official cat. She was part Egyptian Mau/part Tabby. I loved her to pieces. It is almost the eleventh anniversary of her passing. 😦 Top right: Cat humor of the day. 

Lower left: Cat as a kitten. This photo was her first official full day as part of the family. Lower right: The little Goddess that started my TRUE love for Tortoiseshells. It’s been a little over six years since I had to say goodbye to her, but she is always with me, always a part of my heart, and a huge part of my soul. My Mom always said, “She chose you as her person.”, and it is the truth. Kitten also chose me.

My current duo, Cat and Kitten, have spent the day with me. They hung out, napped, got lots of love, stalked me, played a bit (Cat is back to her kitten ways. She jumps up out of nowhere and tries to bite my legs or my hip. She is a sock thief of mass proportions. This week, a pair bit the dust after she snatched it out of the organizer and tried running off with them. She got halfway up the stairs before I was able to retrieve them. I can probably wear them around the house, maybe? It was cute in the moment. Not so cute when I went to replace them and Target is suddenly 100% more expensive than they used to be. What’s up with that?!), had their dinner, and I have not seen them since. Typical. One or both will turn up around 9:00 PM for treats, and torture. I cannot believe I reward them simply for existing. I mean, no one rewards me for existing. 😉 

Hope you’ve all had a good Saturday.

Bright Blessings,


P.S. My heart, thoughts, and prayers are with the congregation of Chabad of Poway in California. This act of hate has me livid as hell. #JewsFightBack #RiseUP