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!

Advice from a feline diva princess

Because I am purr-fect and this has never happened to me, I had to go to my sources to help answer this common cat question that Kozmo the Norwegian Forest Cat from New Orleans sent to me. He writes:

Dear Mia:

Sometimes when I try to jump up onto the kitchen counter, the dining room table, or other high places, I don’t quite make it and fall spastically to the floor, which causes my humans to laugh at me, which I really don’t like. I also accidentally fall off the bed and other random places and even crash into walls and doors when I decide to run full speed ahead for no apparent reason whatsoever out of thin air. I can’t seem to stop myself from this happening and I really don’t like my humans having the upper paw over me. What do you do when this happens to you? Read more

The month of February was very stormy in Boston, and we got a lot of snow.  By a lot I mean that it snowed for days, pretty much without stopping.  I’m not sure exactly how much a lot is because I don’t know how to count snow.

I do know how to count, and I’ve known how to for a long time.  I can count numbers as high as I need to- I just never learned how to count snow.  It’s gone now, anyway; there’s zero snow left. 

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This is me, Harley, sitting on, guess what… my couch!

As far as I’m concerned, way back when in 2004 when my human and her son came to the cat rescue shelter where I was living in to find the purr-fect kitten addition to their home, I quickly took matters into my own paws and chose them to be my forever family. I knew I had to make my first and only bold move – there were dozens of cats and kittens living with me – all ridiculously adorable and precious and equally worthy of a new family. How could they possibly make a rational decision without my help? So, I did what I had to – I literally jumped into human Mom’s arms and sealed the deal – she immediately fell for my ploy and instantly fell in love with me and my sweet little face. Minutes later, I found myself inside a cat carrier and for once, did not find it as a hated object associated with the evil vet, and off we went to my new home. That dear readers, is what I brilliantly called “Phase 1” of my well thought out plan to ultimately rule our household universe, or what I like to call it, our (my) couch. Read more

Our human recently came back from a writing seminar in NYC and is still a bit scared from her experience. It started out with her leaving her toiletries at the Fort Lauderdale airport (what woman really wants to wear make-up when meeting a group of female strangers for the first time who can make or break her writing career) and progressed to her lodging accommodations that were a scene directly out of the movie “The Shining” where the young boy is on his big wheel riding along the empty hallways of the hotel while chanting “REDRUM.” Anyhow, once she got past all of that trauma, she started to focus on the real issue of her writing career… the fact that Zoey and I have completely taken advantage of her and have never once written a post on our own. Our Chronicle Connection either features guest bloggers, other feline family members (Mia, Rolz, Peanut, and Zeuss) or posts from human Mom directly. Apparently she’s on to us and has demanded that Zoey and I participate as well, allowing her some free time to do fun stuff like vacuuming, laundry, and taxes. Read more