WCB: One Web is enough for All of Us
My web savvy cats have informed me that today is OneWebDay. What’s OneWebDay? It’s a day for celebrating the web because, simply put, the web is worth celebrating. Here’s more from the
My web savvy cats have informed me that today is OneWebDay. What’s OneWebDay? It’s a day for celebrating the web because, simply put, the web is worth celebrating. Here’s more from the
I’ve learned my lesson. Never say “hey, let’s test that new hard drive” in the middle of a project. Days later, and after much agony over ribbon cables and cooling fans, I’m back online. Fortunately, the cats did not interfere with the computer rebuilding process (this time.) Also fortunately, I [...]
“Is it time already?” the orange one asked as he lounged before the great calendar of all household things.
A room away, his little gray companion sat up. “Time?” she said. Her voice was louder than its usual squeak. “Indeed it is! Something’s coming. Something… shiny.” She paused, [...]
I am not usually susceptible to advertising. I tend to ignore what the hucksters are hucking my way on the telly. Sure the gecko’s kinda cute, but he’s not going to get me to switch insurance companies just because he’s shiny and green and sounds like Brick Top from Snatch — minus the [...]
It’s one of those days.
I’m in the middle of transferring a large number of websites, databases, lists, galleries, and so on to a new hosting service and it is tedious work. For those who don’t know, one area in which I freelance is web design and I host sites for my [...]
In honor of the new Simpsons Movie, Katie and Puddy, this week’s Weekend Cat Blogging hosts, have declared an optional “Simpsons” or “yellow” theme.
We are sadly lacking in Simpsons figures in these parts (a rather glaring oversight, considering we live in Matt Groening’s home town), and yellow… well, I’m afraid we don’t do [...]
Ahh, dear humans, I’ve snatched a quick visit with my favorite medium, Madame Kittikatsky, because I’ve something of great importance to tell you!
You see, it’s been nearly half a year since my untimely demise at the tender age of 19 (us felines should live till we’re three hundred in cat years, I tell you. [...]
(From the 35mm vaults, Stuart on the sidewalk. My old tomcat who owned our home and garden from seventh grade through college.)
July 22nd, 2006, the cat reminded me…
I was a kid with home grown veggies, pies from our own cherry tree, eggs from our own chickens, and a compost bin long before [...]
(If my dad’s spirit is the heart of this blog, then Audrey, aka Angry Cat, aka Kitty Kaga, is Belly Timber’s snarky soul. Audrey died in December, following a brief but brutal illness, but it seems that even death hasn’t kept her completely quiet. Take this crazy rant that showed up on [...]
Yes, you’ve borrowed a camera for the weekend.
No, you don’t need to test every setting on me.
Angry Cat’s Cunning Plan Revealed!
Angry Cat’s faithful readers may recall last week’s incident of tragic proportions: Angry Cat, minding her own business, discovered HER PHOTO in the local newspaper.
Shocked (and just a teensy bit flattered) [...]
A curious thing happened this past Wednesday. A newspaper appeared on our front porch. How odd. My human captors don’t have a subscription to the local daily. Did it belong to the neighbor? Was it a gift? A hint, perhaps, that the papers under my catbox need replacing [...]
im in ur hous paintin’ ur wallz
So, you’ve probably noticed things have been a little sparce around these parts. Crazy stuff going on, from captors with computer troubles to household disasters to — would you believe — sabotage of the internets?
I kid you not.
And I wasn’t even the saboteur. [...]
Silly?
Nope. Sorry. Not happening. I’m Ninety-Three in cat years. I don’t do silly.
Not that my female captor didn’t try, mind you. Little catnip, little taunting with the props, but frankly, I’m just not in the mood.
I mean, look. Look at this:
It’s yet another window ledge (again [...]
(From the 35mm vaults: Stuart on Moving Day, many many moves ago)
Oh, how we hate moving. We hate it even more when it’s a tedious, agonizing process that involves the endless juggling of tenants, relatives, and mountains of semi-packed kipple. At this point, it’s a wonder we know where The Cat is.
(She’s [...]
My captors are toying with me again. First, we move from my island paradise to this tiny basement with but one window ledge for me to perch on and no outside access whatsoever, and then, adding insult to injury, they place an alien cat (a large and rather quarrelsome black and white creature) just [...]
MizD is off-island on family business, but she knows the proper way to entertain in her absence: kittens! These particular three date back almost to my childhood, over 90 cat years ago. Of course that’s my porch they’re on. I’m so generous.
–The Cat
Try living with fur.
Seriously, people. You think you have it bad? How about a day in this heat as a tabby.
I know, I know, we’re all miserable.
Thing is, it’s only going to get worse.
Unless we do something about it.
For starters, get your human asses over to [...]
In honor of the World Cup and of the new documentary Once in a Lifetime — about the rise of the New York Cosmos in the 1970s — here’s Rita tackling a few players during Soccerbowl ‘77. I think Pelé might be somewhere under her paw.
My captors are deserting me for the weekend, yet again. This time, it’s all about wine. Free wine. And some thing called a Geek Dinner. Hah. Geek dinner. Can I tell you just how geeky they are? They have Lord of the Rings action figures above the [...]
The lovely Sam of Becks & Posh (who doesn’t mention cats nearly often enough) has posted a link to a new Flickr toy over at Food Blog S’cool and ponders whether this toy works with blogging software other than Blogger.
Well, viola. …
This has gone on long enough. First, the internet connection goes out two weekends in a row (right when I’m about to launch my nefarious plot to take over the blog… just you wait… mwrooow…) and then this weekend? It’s a frickin’ holiday weekend, so what does my female captor do? She taunts me with paper. …
… Well then, it appears I must complete my chairmenical duties and announce the winners for this month’s Paper Chef Competition. Oh, shut up. I know chairmenical isn’t a real word. Do I look like I care? …
Many moons ago, in my former life in Portland, I lived in a neighborhood of many cats. (Honestly, we ruled the neighborhood, no question about it.) One neighbor collected cats. In fact, she had so many, she fed them on the sidewalk! Strays always had a place to go here, no matter what. …
Second, my female captor returns with a summer cold. The sniffles, of all things, and she claims that — what with work and all — she’s too tired to post! TOO TIRED TO POST?? I’ve got news for you, missy. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m seventeen years old. That’s a hundred and nineteen in captor years and here I am posting! Put that in your bowl and lick it, baby!
Oh, my beloved bumper. How I love your warm smoothness against my furry forehead.
Stay away from the food, and while you’re at it, hands off the cheap Chilean wine.