Could someone please get up and feed me?

Zee is very much a creature of habit, so he kind of had a rough weekend because his humans decided to sleep in on Sunday morning, which caused him all sorts of scheduling issues. First of all, who was going to get up and feed him and the others? It could be quite possible that they could all perish from starvation if he did not think quickly.

I said, GET UP!!

Taking his cue from his favorite cat, Simon, Zee watched this classic archive video for some inspiration and sure enough, a simple solution was at hand! While a baseball bat is quite effective to wake a human, we find in our household that a small dose of Zoey and her blood curdling meows is a far quicker and more effective solution! Good boy Zee! There is no way we can fall back to sleep now!!!

While I’ll admit I have not gotten caught up in the royal fanfare of the impending nuptials of William and Kate, nor do I plan on getting up at 4:00 a.m. to watch the blessed event (do you hear me, Zoey),  I still felt it appropriate to post our tribute and congratulations to the royal lovebirds, Zee and Zoey style! After all, no one has more of a fairy tale love story than these two feline aristocats. Read more

Rolz preparing to do some indoor salad bar grazing...

I don’t know about your house, but in ours, nothing is off limits and everything is an open invitation to our cats. An invitation to what you may ask? Well, for starters, unlimited physical destruction and incomprehensible behavior. Put a rug on the floor, it will either be shredded by claws or christened by pee. Buy a new leather chair, it will look like a yard sale giveaway by the end of the week. Attempt to decorate bookcases, shelves, and fireplace mantles… fine, if you’re willing to clean up the broken pieces an hour later.

Then, of course, there is the all you can eat salad bar. What? A salad bar in the house? Yes  – every fake fern, ficus plant, and floral arrangement we have placed about the house is fodder for our cats as delicious morsels of food to be ingested. Why cats, why? We yell at you to stop the indoor grazing, but all you do is ignore us to blissfully continue with the chewing, only to throw up these slimy pieces of fake greenery later on, on the rug you’ve already peed on. By now, isn’t it apparent that you are not really chewing on grass and that the plants you are eating are not real? Sigh…

You know me, I adore you and find you to be an extremely intelligent species of which I am overly compulsive about and completely addicted to. But, I’m sorry to say, the salad bar syndrome…. well, please forgive me, but it’s something a dog would do…

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Hope you enjoyed our “green” post today!