15 years ago, Heather came home with a flea-infested feral kitten. Soon we realized a mound of new bullshit had been introduced to our lives.
Author: Brian Landis
CPotD #576: Watching True Evil
Mom watches TV, Dad watches the dog, and the dog watches HIS baby, crashed out on the top of the cat tower.
CPotD #575: Juggling Service
Idle hands are the devil’s workshop? As a dork with too many synapses looking for trouble, my idle hands must be juggling Satan’s balls.
CPotD #574: ohshit.exe
Long ago, we were computer nerds. We also played World of Warcraft and every once in a while, one of the cats would get up and “help.”
CPotD #545: KodaCat
Photographing Stan is like trying to shoot of a pile of charcoal briquettes on a black tarp in a sealed antechamber of a cave. With no flash.
CPotD #544: λ
Nutter has officially crossed into “Old Ass Cat” territory. He’s now legal to drive in the US, though I’m sure as hell not telling him that.
CPotD #543: Lanky Boi
Every once in a while, I manage to grab a picture of Oscar that shows he is, in fact, a perfectly normally proportioned cat.
CPotD #542: Kumbaya
We live in a dense urban area, so there are an ever-changing variety of people and critters, and Udo wants to meet every single one of them.
CPotD #541: Where the Food At?
I was trying to enjoy an ocean breeze and quiet moment when I heard grumpy muttering in my right ear. When 3:00 comes, the preaching begins.
CPotD #540: Recharging
With all the walking Udo and I have been doing, I have to charge my watch more. Ever the opportunist, Stanley found a chance to pilfer.