Box on Floor ... Must Be in It

What is it about cats that if there is a box they must get in it? Or if there is a piece of newspaper or a bag laying on the floor, they must sit on it?

Content, For Now

The Many Faces of Poo

Gettin' Vicious on It

Gettin' Vicious on It, sung to the tune of Gettin' Jiggy with It by Will Smith. Here's Lucy getting vicious on my arm. Bad kitty.

Silhoutte Kitty

Kitty Had a Chill

Kitty had a chill. So she crawled under the blanket just enough to warm her little bones.

Forsaken

Here's Poo Head with Mousey. Mousey was the go to toy for a long, long time. Until Birdie came onto the scene. Well first there was the feather toy then Birdie. Poor Mousey has been forsaken.

She Did It

She did it. No, she did it. Well, somebody did it. Toy basket knocked over and toys all over the place. Knocking over the toy basket is one thing but this morning I found the trash can knocked over and turkey bones pulled out and gnawed on. And that was the second time they did that in the last two weeks.

I can't figure out who is guilty for that. Perhaps they worked together. My gut is telling me it was old girl, Tiki Baby. But it's such a punkass maneuver.

Sunday

Hmm ...

"What's this ... clearly something I need to mess with."

Demise of a Birdie

This is what was left of birdie this morning. One chewed up, gnarled, broken ass feather. Poo Head destroyed this toy in two short weeks. But she had a blast doing it. When I got home from work, I took one feather Birdie out of the closet for Lucy to play with. Within 10 minutes that poor, last feather was pulled out and all that was left was a string. I was about to just trash all of it but Lucy was crying for the toy. Crying I tell you. Sad meows. So I found all the feathers that had been pulled out, even the chewed up, gnarled ones and taped them back together and reattached them to the string. Birdie is back. At least for the time being. Looks like I'll be getting Poo a new Birdie soon.

Because the Internet Needs More Cuteness

Baby Poo Head ... the day after we brought her home in June 2008.

Here's Lucy with big sister Tiki. Tiki is 16 1/2 years old and she's a snuggle, lap kitty. She has always liked to snuggle with the other kitties. And the other kitties, Mr. and Nelli (when they were around) would usually let her or at least let her lay near by. Here she is tying to snuggle up to Miss Poo. Lucy was like, what the hell do you think you're doing? I think Lucy was about 6 months old here and was simply not having any of that. Poor Tiki just wanted to snuggle and the punkass Poo denied her.

Monday Morning Poo

As you may have noticed, that bird toy is in most of the pics of Lucy taken recently. That bird toy is like crack to that cat. Birdie, as we have dubbed it, has to be put away at night and when I leave for work. It's got an elastic string that could easily get wrapped around a little kitty's neck, so I supervise the playing. This morning before I left for work I put birdie in the coat closet. Before I could get the door shut, Lucy ran into the closet, grabbed birdie and ran off with it in her mouth, which by the way is about the cutest damn thing I've ever seen. Finally I got birdie in the closet and left.

When I got home this evening and opened the closet door to hang up my coat, Lucy was right there, ran in the closet and started pulling birdie out. Problem is, that if birdie is out before dinner or breakfast for that matter, Lucy can't focus on eating. She just wants to play with that damn toy. It's definitely cat crack.

Hunting

Why The Daily Poo?

We all give our pets names but somehow it's the nicknames that end up sticking. First I added "poo" to the end of Lucy. Lucy Poo. No h on the end, like Winnie the Pooh. Just Poo. Often we will call her just Poo. Somewhere along the line I added "head" to the end of Poo. Poo Head. More often we call her Poo Head. She knows all three and she is such a poo head! So it fits. Thus ... The Daily Poo.

Flying Cat

This is how a suburban house cat gets her exercise. Playing with the bird toy. Lucy is addicted to playing with the toy. It's more important to her than food.

Check out the flying kitty trying to catch the birdie.