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Just for Fun: Group nap!
Sep 23rd, 2011 by Jessica

Group nap!  Tumbleweed, Lucky, Cheetoe & Olly

Group nap! Tumbleweed, Lucky, Cheetoe & Olly

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Lucky and Olly in the Sock Drawer
Sep 14th, 2011 by Jessica

Lucky and Olly in the Sock Drawer

Lucky and Olly in the Sock Drawer

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I Can Has Cheezburger?
Sep 5th, 2011 by Jessica

icanhascheezburger.com

icanhascheezburger.com

One of my favorite websites is icanhascheezburger.com.  The LOLCATS are absolutely hilarious.  This photo and caption is one of my favorites in recent memory.  If you haven’t seen the site, I recommend heading over there to see what you are missing.  Some of them are true classics!

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Just for Fun: Virtual Snow
Aug 26th, 2011 by Jessica

I dug these out of the photo archives from 2009.  For some reason, the kitties just love batting at virtual snow in Animal Crossing.  They don’t care about anything else on television, so to watch them go crazy over the snow was quite hysterical.  I’m surprised I was even able to capture these pictures because I kept laughing so hard.  Silly kitties!  This is just one more reason why I love Animal Crossing.

Tumbles and Olly bat at the snow

Tumbles and Olly bat at the snow

Olly watches the snow on screen

Olly watches the snow on screen

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Bored Tumbles
Aug 24th, 2011 by Jessica

Bored Tumbles

Bored Tumbles

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Portraits of our Kitties
Aug 19th, 2011 by Jessica

I took these photos this morning from our master bedroom window.  We have two kitty towers sitting in front of the window to allow the kitties to lounge and enjoy the view of the bird feeders in the garden.

Olly, the Brave one

Olly, the Brave one

Olly is our oldest kitty, and my first real pet.  He was born July 20, 1999 in Burlington, Massachusetts.  His breed is a Turkish Angora.  I adopted him at a pet store in the Burlington Mall.  I brought him home before Andrew moved in with me, so technically he was the first man in my life.  (He and Andrew have been duking it out ever since.)  He’s not afraid of anything.  Olly would run into a burning building to save me; I’m sure of it.  He is obnoxious and cunning, devious and loving all wrapped up in the same bundle of fur.  His favorite thing to do is to find and eat plastic and rubber bands.  His favorite food is ziploc, shopping and bread bags.  Olly loves for me to carry him around the house so he can look at everything from above.  Olly bonded with me from the very beginning.  He has a very instinctive knowledge of when I am upset, and tends to try to comfort me if I’ve been crying or if he can sense I am stressed out.  He’s a true Masshole with a soft spot, deep down somewhere inside.

Cheetoe, the Companion

Cheetoe, the Companion

Cheetoe is the companion kitty, meant to keep Olly company.  He is definitely Andrew’s cat.  We adopted Cheetoe, an American Shorthair, from the Petco in Gilbert.  He was born April 1, 2001.  Cheetoe is dumber than a brick, but so adorable you can’t help but love him.  He chases his own tail in circles on the bed and sometimes in the living room floor.  He loves to hunt.  He once brought a live bird inside the house and presented it to Andrew as a token of his love. Cheetoe probably couldn’t hurt a fly if he wanted to, although he is the most like a tom cat of the bunch.  He’s such a good kitty.  He loves to be scratched all over and rough-housed.  Cheetoe doesn’t like to be held, but he loves to lay on your lap and snuggle.  Cheetoe gives “hugs” when he snuggles – he puts one arm on either side of your neck and nuzzles his face into your chest.

Tumbleweed, the Dictator

Tumbleweed, the Dictator

Tumbleweed is our dictator, and I mean that in more ways than one.  We adopted Tumbleweed from a pet store in Mesa.  He was born April 1, 2003.  He was living with about 30 barking dogs and was meowing so loudly and was so agitated that we felt sorry for him and brought him home.  Unfortunately, he never stopped meowing.  In fact, he rarely shuts up at all.  Tumbles is a Bermilla, which is a cross between a Siamese and a Bermese breed.  He likes to think he is the dominant Alpha male of the house.  He tries to put all the other cats in their place by hissing, pouncing and bad-assing his way around the house.  Unfortunately for Tumbles, the other kitties are not fooled by his shennanigans.  They all know Olly is the Alpha.  Tumbleweed’s favorite passtime is carrying his favorite Kong toys around in his mouth and placing them in the food and water bowls.  He also enjoys laying flat on his back spread eagle on the living room floor, watching Andrew and I while we watch television.  It’s a little creepy.  Did I mention he never shuts up?  NEVER.

Lucky, the Sweetheart

Lucky, the Sweetheart

Lucky is our sweetheart kitty.  Andrew often says it took us four tries, but we finally got it right.  We adopted Lucky from the local Petsmart as a 30th birthday gift for me.  He was born May 14, 2007 in Gilbert, Arizona.  An American Shorthair, Lucky was chosen because of his friendly demeanor and his beautiful black shiny coat of fur.  Ironically he is not black; he is a solid shade of dark cocoa brown.  Lucky is a beautiful, sleek athletic cat who loves his belly rubbed.  He climbs on your lap and cozies in, then flips over and demands your full attention and both hands to rub, rub rub his belly for hours.  He never tires of having his belly rubbed.  Lucky loves to play with the laser pointer.  He is often observed cleaning the other kitties and snuggling with them, sometimes butt-to-butt on the back of the couch.  Lucky is also the definition of a Scaredy Cat; he is literally afraid of everything.  He’s scared of his own shadow.  He’s scared of every noise in the house.  If one of us sneezes, his tail instantly puffs up like a pipe cleaner.  He even scares himself when he farts, and he runs into the other room until he thinks it is safe to come back out.  That’s our Lucky, the sweetest, most frightened non-black cat you’ll ever meet.

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Tumbles, all tuckered out
Aug 17th, 2011 by Jessica

Play hard, sleep hard, that’s what Tumbles always says.

Tumbles, all tuckered out

Tumbles, all tuckered out

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A Lucky Encounter
Aug 14th, 2011 by Jessica

Baby Lucky

Baby Lucky

On this day three years ago, we brought home a little “black” kitten and named him Lucky.  It’s a bit of a misnomer, because we’re definitely the lucky ones.  He is by far the cutest, sweetest most lovable kitty I’ve ever been around.

Lucky loves his belly rubbed and he purrs constantly when we pet him.  He doesn’t cause any trouble and loves us unconditionally.  Although he’s a bit of a scaredy cat (he runs away from his own shadow), once he feels comfortable around you he won’t let you off the hook for some belly rubs.

One rare fact about Lucky is that he’s not actually black.  When he lays out in full sunlight, he shows of his gleeming dark chocolate brown fur.  When he does get scared he puffs his fur up and steps backwards sideways, just like a black cat would!

We are so lucky to have him in our lives!

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I didn’t do it, Mom! You can’t prove anything…
Jul 2nd, 2011 by Jessica

Olly, covered in Pollen

Olly, covered in Pollen

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Olly to the Rescue!
May 15th, 2011 by Jessica

So there I was, casually cleaning up the kitchen after my absolute failure of an attempt to make a Strawberry Rhubarb Pie.  Andrew is off having fun at a Transformers meet-up which is rare – he is almost never away from home without me.  The kitties are all sound asleep in the bedroom.  I opened up the cupboard above the microwave to put away the sugar bin like I’ve done 51,937 times in this house over the past decade.

Sugar Cupboard

Sugar Cupboard

I’m not quite tall enough to see what’s in the cupboard, but I noticed a little brown-grey something in the way where I intended to place that giant bin of sugar on the counter.  Without thinking at all, I reached up and grabbed ahold of what I figured was a piece of cardboard or a bag snippet from the flour or sugar left over.  Instead of crumpling in my hand as I expected paper or cardboard would do, it started buzzing and FLYING AROUND THE KITCHEN, dive-bombing me repeatedly.

My mind went IMMEDIATELY to scorpion, because those are the only creatures I’ve ever found inside my house that I couldn’t cope with.  Fortunately for me, it only took me a second or two to realize that scorpions can’t fly.  Thank god.  It couldn’t be a scorpion.

After screaming bloody murder for about two minutes and scaring the wits out of all of the cats in the house (Cheetoe is still under the bed), I finally found the culprit hiding in the corner by the front bay window.  Notice the fuzzy enlargement which is due to the fact that 1) I was too scared to get any closer to it and 2) I was still shaking from all that screaming.

Mr. Locust

Mr. Locust

Olly, the brave soul that he is, crept out from hiding to see what had me all worked up.  He immediately went to work annihilating (read: batting randomly at) this cupboard imposter.  After only a short (7 minutes) period of time playing with it, he gobbled it up like an afternoon snack he had ordered at the neighborhood cafe.

Olly to the rescue!

Olly to the rescue!

Olly’s always been there to rescue me when bugs are involved.  I still want to know…  How in the world did this massive locust get inside the cupboard above the microwave?  I wonder how long he was living there?  *shivers*

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