Stanley yells at us a lot. He yells when he wants affection, when he wants food, when he wants us to stop sneezing, and when he feels like it.
Category: Pets
CPotD #581: Excuse Me
Nutterbutter expects his dinner at 4:20 pm sharp. The problem with this plan is that I am not home until almost 6:00 pm most nights. How dare.
CPotD #580: Betrayal
Mr. Bear hates having his feet touched in any way. I suspect his previous family pulled on his toe floof, but he might just a drama king.
CPotD #579: Bloodstock Snuggin’
While Heather watched her Judas Priest, she got chilled and needed a blankie. Oscar has 36 senses, and 35 of them involve blanket detection.
CPotD #578: Mt. Catbeard
Stanley LOVES my beard, and he lives to Catbeard me, inception style (since I already have a big bushy fuck off beard.)
CPotD #577: Throwback – Feral, My Ass
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.
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 #573: New Friend
Brian and Udo always make new friends while they’re out walking. This week they ran into a lizard enjoying some morning sun on the sidewalk.