sunday catblogging and the CotC

It's getting cold outside, so Freya has started looking for warm spots inside to nap, mostly on or very near my lap or hip.



It's a web-cam shot, so not up to my usual standard.


And don't forget, at 18:00CDT (6:00pm for you non 24-hour folks) the Carnival of the Cats will go live at Three Tabby Cats in Vienna.

friday catblogging

Today it's Noah's turn to be the cat of the week.



Noah, sound asleep in the cat bed I put on my art/beading table. He and Freya were taking turns sleeping in it. Otherwise, this happens:



Not. Helpful. In. The. Slightest.

I'm such a pushover when it comes to the fuzzies. Complete pushover.

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Don't forget to visit Modulator to check out the Friday Ark then head over to head over to Carnival of the Cats to submit your link for Sunday's Carnival, hosted by The Whole Kitten Kaboodle.

friday catblogging

Technically it's still Friday...



...so here's the catblogging.

The swing has made a comeback with a luxury, hand-made, flannel pillow. Oh, yeah, first class all the way. Freya likes it for a little while, if I put her in it first; she hasn't figured out how to get in it from the couch. The rest of the herd have varying opinions, which will be covered on Caturday.

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Be sure to head over to Modulator for the Friday Ark. You know you want to....more kitties and even some other critters, some fuzzy, some not, for a little variety.

sunday catblogging - hospital edition

What's actually going on: Freya in full cat loaf mode after I came inside from taking photos of the International Space Station flying overhead.

Surprise caption contest! Simply leave a comment to this post with your version of what's going on, what Freya's thinking, make a LOLFreya out of the photo, or whatever else your twisted brains can come up with. In a few days I'll post my favorites, granting eternal glory on the interwebs.

What makes this a hospital edition (aside from the obvious fact that I am in fact in a hospital as a patient and my meds are really screwing with my language skills) is that the caption contest is a thinly veiled attempt to get you guys help cheer me up and hopefully have some fun in the process.

This morning's hospital update and Tropical Depression Fay's impact in Huntsville to follow.

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ETA - If you haven't already, head over to Modulator and check out the Friday Ark if you need something more than kitties to get your critter fix.

Son of ETA - Sunday means Carnival of the Cats, which will be hosted by Kashim and Othello.

i'm not touching escalates

Well, I'm back after surviving an upper respiratory infection then the internet crapping out at the house. Not completely crapping out, but randomly doing so. Internet roulette. Without further ado, here's Freya:



"I'm Not Touching" has been taken to a whole new level. She was actually growling at me for daring to work while denying her access to the beads. I don't know what is up with this cat and beads, but she's borderline obsessed. Well, maybe not so borderline, I think she passed that border a ways back.

This round of INT ended in a stalemate; neither of us was willing to concede. The standoff ended when I had to leave the studio so I picked Freya up and carried her out with me. I'm not foolish enough to leave her in the studio, alone, with all the beads she can eat. Apparently seed beads are tasty. Then comes the wrestling match when I pry her mouth open to get the beads out because she's somehow gotten past my defenses. Just another day in the Oubliette.

I'm so glad I'm done with that bracelet. I think it turned out nicely, but it was a pain in the ass to make.



No thanks to Freya, it worked out well. It needed the ear rings, too. With a more elaborate bracelet like that (the photo doesn't do it justice, can't capture the iridescence) it needs matching ear rings to balance it.

For just $12.00, the entire set can be yours, but that's a different blog. I sold that one, so you can't have it. I do have it's mate in green, however...

playing for keeps

The most intense, high-stakes game of "I'm Not Touching..." the world has ever seen is being played right now.



Do you see how she is so very deliberately Not Touching anything? Not a single bead or bangle, despite how close her paws and nose are to everything. Since she's Not Touching anything, and is simply lying there, pretending to be asleep, she knows I won't do anything to her. It's in the rules. If she puts one paw on anything I'll pick her up and move her. That's in the rules, too. She knows exactly how far she can push me before I'll do anything and damn, is she right on the lairy edge of what she can get away with.

This is a deadly serious game. In the previous round, every time her paw crept toward the beads I would cover them with my hand, then she would growl her pitiful little growl at me and try to move my hand out of her way. Reach, growl, bat at hand, withdraw. Lather, rinse, repeat.

All without touching anything.