Wow… when I wondered yesterday what magic, trickery, and games Zee and Zoey had up their paws to help me with all the mystery cat stuff that had been shipped to my house, I had no idea they were up to real magic, trickery, and games. I can’t even begin to understand what is going on with these crafty kitties, or how or why they have conjured up what looks like other cats. And not just other cats, I somehow get the nagging feeling that I know who these cats are, but I just can’t place them in my cluttered and tired mind at the moment… Read more

Lovely, just lovely… I turn my back for one second and look what happened. All the mystery boxes that nobody seems to know anything about that I was going to return, have been OPENED by the cats and they have made a HUGE mess! Not to mention, they have been using my scissors again which I have told them over and over, they are not allowed to do…

They’re not even bothering to deny it at this point and are giving me the argument that they are cats, these are boxes, therefore they must be opened and jumped into. The need to climb in a box is a natural born instinct… Duh, and you call yourself an educated cat blogger, they seem to imply…

The ridiculous thing, they don’t even care what’s in the box. They have flung everything out onto the floor, just so they can do their “don’t I look cute sitting in an empty box thing.” (Yes)

Well, the damage is done. Now I have to keep the stuff and I am completely stressed out. It looks like nothing but cat items, which my spoiled cats need NONE of, so now I have to rack my brain to figure out what to do with it all – I’m claustrophobic enough as it is and I can barely get to my computer climbing over all this paraphernalia.

The cats are just staring at me with a bored look and are telling me to take a “chill pill.” Zee and Zoey claim that they will figure something out and take care of everything for me. Oh great, I feel so reassured now…  I can only imagine what trickery and magic they have up their little paws…

Okay, I’ll admit it. I had a serious problem years ago and was addicted to purchasing “must have” items such as sparkly fake diamonds and sandwich cooking grills from sites like QVC and HSN. Blah, blah, whatever. Some boring physological nonsense about needing to fill a void in my life. Anyhow, I’m much better now, thank you very much, and very rarely order anything anymore. An occasional piece of leopard clothing, but I think anyone would forgive that. Read more

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I’m sure this is perfectly harmless, right? Just the cats watching a little TV… Nothing suspicious here…

While these stamps are perfectly functional, they symbolize the loss of an era right before our eyes...

Last weekend Dan and I made the decision to trade in our Android phones (which we fondly referred to as “The Evils”) for an Apple iPhone. Before we got to the shop, we took a quick detour to the post office to get stamps and I was in shock with what I saw.

There is no question that somehow the spirit of Andy Rooney lives in me, because I instantly found myself becoming a curmudgeonly grump. No longer does our self-service stamp machine give out books of stamps. Instead, to save money, we are now given stamps that are printed on a sheet of label paper. They are completely boring and devoid of any personality whatsoever. And why should I care so much – the sole purpose of the stamp is to get my mail from point A to point B without delay, isn’t it? Read more