Let's just say it was not received very well. I had to hide behind my blanket on the cat tree for a while.
When the sun's out, which is most of the time, we crawl through the slats of the blinds and absorb as much heat as possible.
Sure, the blinds are pretty loud, since they're metal. Simba seems to think if we sneak through slowly, there's less noise. But I prefer to just throw myself at the blinds and get it over with.
Simba's not very good at updating the blog, I think I'll be taking over for a while.
-Zoe
We played innocent as Dad pointed it out. Me saying,"Whoa! What's this? Where'd it come from??" And Zoe's, "Who dat?!" We're pro's! We know exactly how innocent to act and how to flick our tails and walk away like it's nothing.
Our Mom sent us this picture of some cat named Jojo. Apparently she is as soft as silk! I'm not sure what she means by this. Does she not see my picture below where I'm obviously lacking a masseuse??? I am the one that is as soft as silk! I am the one that needs attention. I'm not sure how I'm going to last the week!!
It's with our heads hung in shame that we announce the departure of our recent housemate, Adonis. The humans got freaked out when I, Simba, tried to hurt him. (Don't worry, there was no actual physical contact.) In my defense, he made some rude comments about Zoe, who refused to come out of hiding and chased me around the apartment first.
We got a new cardboard scratcher today! As soon as Mom took the plastic wrapper off and before it was even laying flat on the ground, both of us started attacking it and scratching it like crazy.
There's nothing better than a good whiff of catnip after a long nap. I just love the nip!
This is how I lay on the scratcher after I've exhausted myself from catnip whiffing, taking a poo, running around the apartment, well, you get the idea.
Something bad happened this morning. Adonis chased me all over the apartment making Dad yell at us and waking Mom up! She woke up from a dead sleep on the couch and tried to grab Adonis, but he was too quick and sleek for her sleepy hands.
Zoe refuses to come out of hiding. When he first started chasing me, she ran into the closet and has not been seen since then. I think I heard her in there, but I don't know where she is exactly.
It only took me about 20 minutes to come out of hiding myself. After I inspected the apartment, I was back to my usual self.
Turns out it was a great idea. Brown guy gave me a lot of pets and even brushed me. It was like heaven! I hadn't realized how much I missed human contact. Even scared kitties like me need love!
Now every night I make sure to show my appreciation to brown guy. He scratches me in the right places, rubs my ears, and massages my stiff muscles. I even let the girl pick me up and pet me sometimes. This morning was really embarassing though. She picked me up twice and each time I farted! I acted casual and tried to pretend like it was nothing. Thank god for fur, nobody can see me blush! It's probably all this soft food, I'm still getting used to it.
Now if only the other cats in the house would realize I'm no threat. I just want to sleep my share of the day away, eat and get pet once in a while. Is that too much to ask for?
When he got it, I immediately started inspecting it. The lid is pretty cool. I think it would make a nice bed.
The grill itself is a lot bigger than we expected. This is isn't the top grill, this is the bottom one where the charcoal sits. Even it is huge!
Assembling the Weber grill was pretty easy. He only needed to attach the legs, wheels and ash can.
Attaching the frame for the ash can was the hardest part. And even that didn't take much time.
Ta da!
The new grill set up on the patio next to the smoker. As you can see, the smoker has had some use. It's also suffered some damage from condensation and rain. Obviously we don't get much of that here in SD but that's besides the point. :)
This morning I threw up on the bed right next to my dad's face. He woke up cause he heard the yacking sound I make when hurling a hairball. I couldn't help it, I was frozen in time, my eyes about to pop out of my head, my tongue sticking straight out of my mouth - this hairball was well on its way! It was a do or die sort of situation.
Like any ghetto cat, I will eat pretty much anything as long as I see you eating it. I'm sure that if you're eating it, it's OK for me too. I hate camera flashes though. HATE ARGH!
Simba, on the other hand, is a finicky eater. Dad calls him a gentleman when it comes to eating and drinking. Oh sure, he likes ice cream, but he's very calm and collected about it. He usually likes to sniff it first just to be sure it's vanilla. He won't eat any other flavor.
I even have my bed set up in front of the aquarium so I can watch Fish TV-On Demand in between naps. I've even tried to get into the aquarium but without any success. I guess I'll just have to sit back and imagine the chewy little fish snacks that I'm missing out on. *sigh*
Wind breakers! You know, the kind of pants that are water proof and make noise when you walk! That's right People, you know what I'm talking about!! My Dad was wearing a pair the other day and they FREAKED ME OUT!
I've been meowing hysterically at my Mom all morning. She kept calling me over with that annoying clucking sound. She can be so dense. I mean, you'd think after years and years of training she would understand what I'm trying to say! Anyway, I've been frantically running from her to my hideout in an attempt to get her attention and she's been ignoring me! That incessant typing at her computer combined with ignoring me (who does she think she is, anyway?) really got on my nerves so I finally let out a loud scream. hehehe THAT got her attention.
When she came over to see what was freaking me out, she finally saw Simba in my hideout (one of many). You see, this purple box under the fish tank this is my special hiding place that I can go to when people scare me. And nobody makes me get out either! Mom told me they would only make me get out if it was an emergency and since they haven't pulled me out yet, I know I can trust them.
Anyway...Simba was in my hideout for the first time ever. And you know the only reason he was in there was because he could. He knows it's my hideout. I am the skittish one with bad nerves, not him! I tried asking him nicely, but he wouldn't leave. He pretended he didn't hear me! THE NERVE OF THAT ORANGE JERK!
