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.
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
Callie taking residence in one of our outdoor garden statues
I thought seven cats was enough, but apparently eight is enough… We have occasional cat sightings in our yard which really is not a surprise – the cat pheromone level that our house gives off must be astounding, so I assume our house is irresistible to a wandering cat. But, we had one little visitor in particular – a pretty little calico – that has become more of a regular, to the point now, that it appears she is now a permanent backyard house guest, causing our seven indoor cats much turmoil indeed.
I have nicknamed her “Callie” and assume she is a female, as most calico’s by some weird quirk of genetics are, and as you can see from the above picture, she has decided our garden statue is the perfect visual spot to keep an eye out for tempting birds, squirrels, and lizards. Despite that we have been seeing her for several months now, she is still a very timid little girl and does not come when you call her, but her moves towards our house and her length of stay in our yard are becoming longer and bolder. Thankfully she lives on the same side of the street as us, a few doors down, so she does not have to cross the street to come find us. Read more
TO: The Cats – Jazz, Harley, Zee, Zoey, Mia, Peanut and Rolz
FROM: The Residing Human Tenants
DATE: February 26, 2011
REF: Getting Under Foot
Dear Cats:
It’s your human tenants here (i.e., slaves) who just have the tiniest, itsy bitsy request of a favor from you, if you don’t mind. When we come in from outdoors – whether it be after a long and grueling day at work, or a quick trip to the grocery store – can you please refrain from standing by, and blocking the other side of the door, waiting for us to open it, rendering it virtually IMPOSSIBLE to get in the house without either worrying about one of you escaping to the outdoors, or stepping on you. Read more
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