Friday, June 23, 2006


Adonis: Where am I? Do I smell other cats? Where's my litterbox?

Simba: WTF?!

Zoe: HISSSSSSSSSSSSSHISSSSSSSS SIMBA GET AWAY FROM ME HISSSSSSSSSSSS (Zoe removed quickly to the "Time Out Room" aka bedroom)

Simba: I said, "WTF?!"

Simba: !!! (hides on top shelf in closet)

Simba: .

Adonis: I'm a sweet, gentle kitty. Why don't you want to talk to me?? I guess I'll sleep all night by myself in the house under the cat tree.

Zoe: HISSSSSS SIMBA HISSSS BACK OFF! (Zoe hiding between curtain and blinds in window on cat shelf)

(Complete story to be told here tonight)

Thursday, June 22, 2006


We can't wait! Mom said there's going to be a surprise for us tonight. We're pretty excited, we'll have to sleep extra hours in preparation of our surprise!!

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Happy Fathers Day!

My Dad is pretty cool. Since he's a cool guy, me and Zoe talked Mom into buying him a grill. It wasn't meant to be a Fathers Day gift, but the timing is pretty good so we'll just say it is.

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. :)

The good part about having a new grill is it's used almost every day now. This means Dad'll be walking past the catnip several times a day and will bring some in for us! Ahhh catnip!

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Small accomplishment? No way!

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.

While I feel bad because I threw up next to the face of the person I love most in this world, Zoe and I think this one deserves a score of 12 out of 10. Yes, you read right. 12. Not so much for quality of the hairball but for the delivery, timing and placement. I have to admit it myself, it takes balls to do such a thing. And since I am ball-less (my memory of this occassion is clouded), this in itself is an amazing feat.

I've spent most of my day congratulating myself by biting Zoe and slapping at her when I can. A few times I even bared my belly at her in a dare - of course she's too chicken to take that dare. Or should I say, I got lucky. Either way, with my 12 noted on the calendar, I am feeling pretty well accomplished.

If only humans could learn to appreciate the little things in life. It's interesting how they can accomplish something that was nearly impossible and then later downplay it like it was nothing and then mope around about how they don't have anything to show for their life. If only they would look at the small accomplishments rather than the whole picture.

In fact, humans might be happier if they stopped comparing themselves to other people and thinking so much about things like, "Where am I, what am I doing, why am I 30-something with nothing to show" and started appreciating the small feats in their lives. Like a well placed hairball.


Today mom and dad are cleaning off the patio in preparation of summer grilling and growing plants. They gave us some grass and catnip to eat.

Zoe ate a bunch and then threw up.

Is she bulimic?