QUESTION: CATS IN CLOTHES

Every now and then I see pictures of cats in clothes:

Cat wedding dress

(I found these on an awesome blog - Crazy Aunt Purl)

While I think that it might be cute to put a little dog in a dog shirt, I just don't think it's ok for cats. I was just telling my friend this.

His response, "Shouldn't that be self-evident?"

Me: "Apparently it isn't."

Him: "It is when you get clawed."

Maybe because I know if I attempted it, my cat might chew my arm off. Maybe it's because they wouldn't sit still long enough for me to attempt to stick them in a crazy sweater I knitted for them. Maybe it's because I don't think they look cute in them.

Do NOT dress your cats up.

I will admit, I made a dog sweater for a friend's Pomeranian and I tried it on Al when it was finished. He was too big for it.

SUNDAY SNUGGLES: THE ELUSIVE SINK CAT

Sorry for the lack of post, folks. This week has been life-changing. Literally. In a good way!!

Way back when I discussed the phenomenon of the sink cat I promised when I caught the elusive sink cat in action I would post the pics. The time has arrived!!



He's been doing it a lot lately and I love it. It's so darn cute!!! And I can always tell when he's been in the sink: white sink and black cat fur all over it!!!!

RULE # 8: A CRAZY CAT PERSON MUST ASPIRE TO BE THE BEST

The advent of the internet has put a lot more pressure on Crazy Cat People. Better Crazy Cat People are discovered daily. No longer can you claim to be the best. There is proof out there that someone is better than you are!

I'd have to say that these two examples make me feel like I am only a Grade W Crazy Cat Person. These people are the cream of the crop, Grade A Crazy Cat People. I can only aspire to be like them:

I was a little disappointed in this video. It doesn't exactly give examples of how to massage a cat. But the cat is fabulous!!! It looks like it is in heaven. Or drugged. Either way, that looks like one happy/ drugged cat! (Except when she touches his tail. I'm not sure massage is for every cat. My parents cat used to attempt to gouge your eyes out if you tried to touch her tail or her belly.) Regardless, this is the perfect example of what a Crazy Cat Person should aspire to be!

This second example is my favorite and what I want to be when I achieve Crazy Cat Person Greatness:

Puss In Boots

(This was found of peopleofwalmart.com. It is a fabulous and extremely snarky site. (I love it!)) I WANT to be that person.

1) I have a black cat.
2) I like cheetos.
3) I have black boots.
4) I'm sure I could pick up pj's that look like those.

My only problem. There are no WALMARTs in NYC!!!

One can dream.

SUNDAY SNUGGLES: ELLA

ELLA
Ella really really wants a belly rub!!!

My brother is also a crazy cat person. This is his cat, Ella. What a pretty face! I don't know how he managed to resist the belly long enough to take the pic. I would have had my face in the middle of that warm belly in 2 seconds!

Send me a pic of your fuzzy(ies) and I might just post it in a snuggle post!

QUESTION:ARE CATS WORTH LOSING VALUBLE SLEEP?

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh, I'm sorry. I may not be too coherent in today's post. Why?

12:13am - Al: Meow, Meow, paw, paw, paw, paw

2:20am - Al: Meow, Meow, paw, paw, paw, paw

2:40am - Al: (Tromping on little cat feet from the left side of the bed, across my stomach, and sitting down next to me for about a minute before walking back across me and sniffing around on the left side of the bed) Meow, Meow, Meow

3:00am - Gus: Meowl!! Meowl!!!

3:45am - Al: paw, paw, paw, paw, tromp, tromp

4:00am - Al & Gus: Meowl, paw, Meow

4:10am - Al & Gus: Meowl, paw, Meow

5:00am - Al: Meow, Meow, paw, paw, paw, paw

5:10am - Al: Meow, Meow, paw, paw, paw, paw

5:20am - Al: (from the other side of the closed bedroom door) Meow, Meow, Meow

5:30am - Al: (from the other side of the closed bedroom door) Meow, Meow, Meow

6:00am - Gus: (from the other side of the closed bedroom door) Meowl! Meowl! Meowl!

8:00am - My phone rang.

I'm exhausted.

I know, see RULE #9. So when they exhibit this behavior what am I supposed to do? Yell at them? Reason with them? Skritch their fuzzy warm bellies? It's not like they were hungry. There was some food in the dish. It's not like they were looking for attention cause they didn't stick around for skritches. ARGH!!!!!!!!

But they are so darn cute and I love them, so I have to suck it up and deal. And be sleepy and cranky today. But I really need to figure out how to stop this behavior. It's not like I can take them out for a run and tire them out so they sleep all night. Stay tuned for updates to the "situation."

In other cat related news, I successfully captured the wily little suckers for our expedition to the v-e-t! I totally lulled them into a false sense of security! They weren't expecting it at all!! My plan worked!! And I emerged from it unscathed! Physically, that it. Emotionally, Gus let out the most heart-wrenching MEOWLS. It sounded like I was torturing a cat. My doorman and porter looked at me like I was this person that needed to be locked away for harming poor little innocent animals. I have a huge feeling that everyone in the entire apartment building heard the meows. Seriously!!

WANT: CATS GROW ON TREES!!!

I love my vet. If you are in NYC and are looking for a great vet go see Dr. Peter Soboroff: He opened a cat only practice and he is amazing with my boyz. It's called the NY Cat Hospital.

They also board cats there. (The cages look out at windows. Cats can watch lots of Upper-West-Siders and their kids and doggies go by. If your cat is friendly and plays well with others, they can have free reign to wander around and get attention from everyone who is in the office. There are 2 resident cats, Optimus Prime and Megatron. They are sweet and friendly and get lots of skritchies from me when they visit. (And there was this fabulous siamese with blue crossed eyes! Have I mentioned I love Siamesez?)

The best part of the visit: A CAT TREE!!! Did you know that cats grow on trees??? The office had the coolest cat tree I've ever seen. I totally want it!!! It's this company called Pet Tree Houses. I totally WANT!!They had it in the corner and there was a ripe cat ready for the pickin!






My boyz are healthy, by the way! They, thank goodness, don't need their teeth cleaned! 'Cept they have gained weight and need to go on a diet. I think they might really be piggies in cat clothing.

Opinion: DARN !@#$% CATS

Sigh.

I haven't posted in a few days. I know. Bad, bad me! But for some reason people have been hating on cats lately. Not exactly at me, but around me. And that makes me sad. So I have been cranky and been wanting to give those people a good talking to! But that would be bad and negative and corrupt my fabulous blog with too much negativity! Which I totally don't want and have a huge feeling that you, the reader, would rather poke your eyes out with wet cat food covered dull spoons.

"So what spurred you to post now and even mention this?" you ask? Well, today I discovered why the cat potty doesn't need to be changed yet - when usually it's time to by now.

Sigh. I feel ever so slightly the need to say stinky things about the joys of pet ownership.

One or both of my boyz has been using the little bathroom mat next to the potty instead. I am trying very hard not to strangle said boyz. (Not that I could - they are looking so cute at the moment.) And I haven't caught them in the act. So, the mat is sitting in the laundry basket and the bathroom floor has been scrubbed and there is no rug on the floor.

DARN STINKIN @#$%^&* CATS!!!

O.K. Now that I have vented:

And am I mad at them? Not at all. I am worried. Because when a cat does something like this, they are usually telling you that something is wrong.

Are they sick? Are they mad about something? I have no idea. Luckily, for me - not for them, I have their annual exam scheduled for tomorrow. They get to go to the V-E-T. I'll have them inspected to make sure that they are running at full cat-pacity. Which leads me to the funny part of the post:

HOW HARD IS IT TO CATCH A CAT?

Maybe for some of you crazy cat peeps, it's easy to get your fuzzy feline into a cat carrier to schlep them to the v-e-t or wherever you may be schlepping them to. Not my boyz. It is the most traumatic event ever. I am seriously considering investing in a Kevlar full body suit.

"How hard can it be? You are bigger than they are!" said one of my friends. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Once I finished laughing and dried off the hysterical tears I began to explain.

1) They know the SOUND of the cat carriers. Just accidentally bumping the carrier in the closet will send them into hiding for a few hours.

2) They have started to associate treats with the fact that they are being coerced into something. If they are scared, the sound of the treat jar or even putting a treat in front of them will not work. THEY KNOW.

3) I have 2. So if I catch one, he sounds the alarm to the other. And all is lost.

4) They are very very good at being slippery cats or finding the one place where it is almost impossible to reach them to catch them.

5) Once they are finally caught and I have tended to my wounds, they howl. HOWL. You'd think they were being tortured or were in serious pain. I can't take them on the subway or on the bus. Tried that. Wasn't pretty.

When I first got them, I had to get them into the carriers in order to bring them in to be, um, snipped. Well - I was not aware that they fully understood the ramifications of cat catching. Long story short, I literally scared the poop out of Al. It was hilarious and sad at the same time.

So my plan for tomorrow is:

1) Take the carriers out a few days ago. Check. They hid when I did and are a little jumpy around me. They know something is up!!

2) Try to get them used to treats being for anytime. So maybe they might respond to some treat action when I need to lure them out.

3) Procrastinate. I am so dreading this.

4) Set the carriers up at the correct angle to drop a cat in after I finish this post.

5) When the dreaded time comes, make sure they are both in the living room and close the doors to the bathroom and the bedroom.

6) Go for broke!! One will be caught - and you only get one shot - and the other will be on to me. So the remaining cat will probably have to be dragged out from under the couch by the nape of his neck with me feeling unbelievably guilty that I am traumatizing the poor thing.

The above is assuming all goes well. If not, and there are no posts for a few days, assume I am in the hospital recovering.