In need of an intervention

It's Britney Bitch. Snickering. Yeah right. I can almost imagine this sloth bunny stumbling around bumping & grinding to "Gimme More". Nah, this sloth bunny is way too tired & lazy for that. I swear an intervention is needed to save this critter from it's own slothlikeness. Noted.

Ever get the feeling you're being watched?

There are some days that the hair on the back of my neck stirs & I get this crawling sensation across my scalp. I know there is no one else in the house and yet, I can't shake the feeling. I'll be sitting at the counter with my back to the room and all of a sudden I get creeped out. As if there was a soundtrack and there should be spooky music playing like in a horror movie when the dumb ass is going to walk back in to a darkened room & a psychopathic slasher dude is waiting behind the door for them. I get this feeling a lot when I am by myself in the house. I just don't get it. Until a couple of months ago while I was sitting at the kitchen counter fiddling with my camera. A chill ran through me as if someone had walked across my grave. The hair on the back of my neck bristled & I was covered in goose bumps. I felt like I was being stared at. I turned around slowly with my camera still in my hand & this is what I saw. This little terrorist was giving me the look of death behind my back. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that just about every time I had that spooky feeling-he was in the room or just walking out of it. You like that? Little bugger. He is definitely on my shit list now. No catnip for you for a while you little asshole.

Poor Buddha Tiger

My poor KC. She's in her golden years as my husband says that she is supposed to be relaxing & enjoying her golden years. Lazing around in rays of sunshine, snuggling up in laps & being loved on. Peaceful. Content. Quiet. Not so! Instead, my poor buddha tiger has found herself in a freaking kitty college frat house! The three other youngsters in the house find it necessary to run by her at all hours & pounce on her or follow her & beat on my poor fat tiger cat! She just wants to be left alone! She is the only one of the four with front claws & she doesn't even use those needle like daggers on the three upstarts! She should. We left her clawed in hopes of leveling the p;aying field. That & she doesn't tear anything up. She is such a sweet cat. yes she is over weight. I know this. She knows this. But even on weight preventative food & with the three hooligans chasing her between the rooms, she still gains like a hippo. I think it is a thyroid issue. Or a food issue. You know, she eats to comfort herself over the problems the others give her. She sleeps curled up in my arms at night. Out of protection for herself. Mocha stalks her the most ruthlessly, pummeling her every chance Mocha gets. Sylvia paws at her & Paulie thuimps her at times. But it's mocha that makes poor KC the most miserable. My poor sweet tiger baby. She just wants to relax & enjoy herself these days. And yet finds herself living among the proverbial kegger throwing frat cats!

Princess Pandora

She was my everything, my sweet Princess Pandora. Her & her half sister Persephone came into my life in 1992. I loved those two from the moment they became my babies. They moved with me everywhere, never complaining, always causing trouble with a sneaky feline superiority. They watched over Kini as a puppy & Buster, as well Kuma. Perse my screen slicer & tree climber and constant trouble maker- she's been so missed these last three years. But Pandora, my sweet Princess Pan & royal flower eater & fern stalker, she stuck through it all. Bouts of her hair loss & depression at losing her sister, my ex husband & his dog moving out, the KC Fat Tiger becoming part of our family forever, all the dogs I've babysat as well as the three feline terrorists that now reside with us. My surgeries, losses, triumphs, & so much more. Always there for me with her deep rumbling purr and her dainty paws. She would lie in my hair at night to sleep so she could be near me and her happiness at finding that she could trust & care for my husband-who spoiled her tenderly. She gained back all her lost weight & all of her hair over these past months and never seemed to be in any pain and was eating well. But in the last 2 days, she can hardly meow-it sounds like a weak echo of her former call. Her backbone is so prominent now & she practically screams if you pick her up gently. I can't let my sweet Princess live in pain like that. I have always said that any beloved baby of mine would live comfortably until there is no quality of life left. It's hard to let her go but it hurts worse to keep her like this. I've always hoped that she would go in her sleep and these last two days, she's kind of just given up. For people who say that cats & dogs are just pets, I say shit on you. They're my babies, my companions, my friends, and it hurts so very much to let go of and lose that friend. Sleep well my Princess Pan, you'll be forever in my heart until I see you once more to hold you in my arms & feel your paws in my hair again.

KC Fat Tiger Cat

I did not name this bundle of furry love. She came into my life bearing the moniker of KC. I don't know what it stands for, my former step kid was only 2 when she named the cat so I really don't know. When I met my exhusband, she was his cat, or more appropriately, KC belonged to his daughter by way of her mother, who dumped the cat at KM's place of residence. KC promptly abandoned all ties to aforementioned 3 year old stepdaughter & latched on to me. Quite literally. KW (my former stepdaughter's mother) demanded the cat back on several occasions. I told her to fork over $2000 & I would consider it.By the time my ex & I headed into the divorce, KC had been in my life for about 6 years so I'd been paying for all of her food, her litter, & her medical bills. I wasn't going to part with her without a fight! Needless to say, I won. My ex was not a strong enough person to face me over a cat. He should be thankful I let him keep his dog! But KC couldn't stand KM or her father (my ex), so with me she has been ever since! She adores me. Sleeps huddled up in the crook of my arm with her head snuggled under my chin & her paws grasping my arm. She likes my husband. She likes the fact that she can con him out of wet food on the weekends as well! When I'm not home, she sneaks into the closet & hides in my basket shelf of socks, protecting herself from the evil intentions of the younger tuxedo cats in the household. She is such a luv. I taught her how to give kisses and we call her ginsu because of her extremely sharp claws. Kuma adored her as a puppy & thought that she was the bomb! He would waddle along behind her trying to snuggle with her when he was lonely and she would allow him to do so when she thought no one was looking.

The Toilet Paper Terminator

Yes, this picture was taken two and a half years ago, but Paulie, my toilet paper terminator, was up to his old tricks this morning around 4 am. I awoke to hear his usual melancholy voicings in the bathtub, which prompted me to see what he was in to. Yup, he had attacked the toilet paper roll but I couldn't find a camera for proof. Come on, it WAS 4am! So I hunted this one up out of my archives. Him and those big eyes of his. I love his goatee and the little tip of white on the end of his tail. He is his daddy's cat through & through. I am "tolerated" for brushings when Jeff isn't around. That's ok. I have four others that follow me around like the Pied Piper of Feline Freedom, so I'm not envious by any means, trust me. I just love to catch this guy in the act of being bad. He's such a love. He snow mouses your feet when you're sound asleep and can trill a lovely tune while staring at himself in the mirror in the bathroom. He'll come to sit next to you on the couch, sometimes resting his front paws heavily on your leg while he dilates his eyes wide open at you, as if to mesmerize you. Other times, he likes to lay against my leg to make his daddy jealous, and it usually works. Especiaaly if he stretches out a paw on me and gives me "The Look" before secretly glancing aat Jeff to see if he's watching. It's a fun game. He is the Toilet Paper Terrorist in our household, what can I say? He was named for a character off the Sopranos, it fits him.