On Twitter I’d mentioned that my kitten was making it difficult to write as her little head was resting on my laptop. In the tradition of the Internet, I received a response to the effect of “pics or it didn’t happen”.

It happened:

And by “write” I mean post pictures of my cat on G+. Serious business.

Lydia with mousie

Pictured left is my kitten, Lydia, patiently waiting for me to throw her mousie for the kazillionth time. And by patiently, I mean she will wait a few seconds before resulting to the tactics outlined by The Oatmeal in Cat vs Internet. He gets it. Perfectly.

Cats will try anything – anything – to get your attention.  (Lydia looks adorable in her Batcat costume, though it’s still a bit big for her.)

A few days after we got her she began to teach us fetch. At first we thought it was a fluke, but Lydia’s kept it up – accompanied with death defying acrobatics.⁽¹⁾

Here’s a minute and a half of Lyd playing fetch. This is take 2342903849 so she’s a bit sleepy by the end.

Lydia is nine months old as of today, and I love her to bits, but when I want to get any work done I must close the door, or risk attack for not paying enough attention. My furniture suffers for it, but there’s art in suffering, so I win out in the end, right? Continue reading »

Footnotes:

1. So engrossed in her mousie, she often leaps without looking first if there’s a place to land. It’s a good thing kittens are made of rubber. [↩]

Bootsy knows how to relax

BOOTSY: Yo, it’s pettin’ time.  Hook me up.⁽¹⁾

ME: No honey, I’m working.

BOOTSY: Ok, cool. Imma roll around in this patch of sunlight for a few minutes. Don’t mind me.

ME: Thanks for understanding.

BOOTSY: No problem. It’s been seconds since I’ve slept; I’m exhausted. I’ll just chill over here for a while.

ME: Awesome.

LESSON: Not all cats are created equal.

Footnotes:

1. “Pettin’ time” is like Hammertime, but without the parachute pants. [↩]