Wednesday & Berlioz

Food, Glorious Food.

I think it’s safe to say that most cats are really into food. They all act like they haven’t eaten in weeks when it’s getting close to meal time, like little furry drama queens.

You only feed me twice every day. Oh the Horror!

Some cats are certainly more food-focused than others. Wednesday is pretty chill, compared to other cats I’ve known. She still begs for meals, but on a cat-starvation-drama scale of 1 to 10, she’s probably around a 4. But she is not afraid to let me know when it’s getting close to dinner time.

She kinda scares me a little.

Berlioz on the other hand…his starvation-ometer clearly goes up to 11. The other night, he somehow managed to sneak by me while I was eating and snatch a french fry off of my plate. And then he growled and clawed me after I chased him around the house and tried to retrieve it, unsuccessfully. If there is anything even remotely food-like brought out into the atmosphere, he’s right there, ready to chow down, with his hypothetical bib and fork.

Anyway, I don’t think they will ever stop being hungry. I had my last cat Gandalf for 13 years, and he begged for every meal like it was going to be his last until it actually was.

Cats will be cats. And food will be food. And they will spend every waking moment (which is less than half of their lazy days) begging for it.

February 4, 2019February 4, 2019

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For Love or For Warmth?

This past week, the cats have literally been all over me. Laying on top of me while I’m sleeping, jumping up onto my lap whenever it’s open, and even snuggling more with each other! I can chalk it up to one of two things: my husband has been away for work and they love me and don’t want me to be lonely, or they’re cold. So, I’m going to share a few shots from the past week, and you can decide for yourself – is it for love or for warmth?

#1. The middle of the night sleep snuggle.

#2. The coffee and pajamas nap.

3. The underarm curl up.

4. The synchronized cat nap.

I’m going to have to go with Love here, folks. Sure it was in the single digits this past week, but they love me, ok? THEY LOVE ME.

PS – they also love each other.

January 27, 2019January 27, 2019

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Frenemies.

Sometimes I think the cats hate each other. They run around the house, hissing, clawing, biting and wrestling. But then there are times when they think I’m not looking, that I catch them in the act of being best friends.

Here, they were in the middle of what appears to be a very important conversation, which I so rudely interrupted.

And one time I woke up, and they were totally snuggling. That is, until they realized I was awake, and all heck broke loose.

Another time, I walked into the dining room, and found this. I’m not sure what exactly they were doing, but it was clearly some kind of bonding ritual.

And then there was the day I found them watching the birds together, and I knew once and for all, they were secretly best friends for life.

Time to drop the facade guys – the cat is out of the bag 🙂

January 20, 2019January 20, 2019

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The Cat in the Moon.

This morning, I saw this article on the internet. It was labeled “This is Important,” and since everything on the internet is true, I figured it must be important so I better open it.

Sure enough, it was very important. You can (and should) read it for yourself here, however I’ll give you a quick summary in the meantime.

Grab a toilet paper tube. Take a selfie with it. You’ll look like the moon.

Now this is the best thing I’ve heard in weeks! I had to give it a try myself right away, so up to the bathroom I went, where there was thankfully a roll of toilet paper that was almost empty! I took the now empty paper tube, and tried to take a selfie.

It looked completely ridiculous and it was not living up to the standard the article set. I put down the paper tube, slightly dejected about my failure to achieve the American Dream, when Wednesday walked in, and it hit me: I’ll make the cats look like the moon instead!

I snatched up the tube and my phone, and before she knew what happened, I successfully turned Wednesday into the moon.

She seemed pleased, almost as if she aspired to be the moon her whole life. It took one shot to capture this fine work of feline art.

Berlioz on the other hand….

He was not having it. It took at least 10 takes, and none of them were worthy of the heavenly body we call “moon.”

Fourth or Fifth attempt (is he eating something here?)

I finally got one that was sort of ok….

Eighth or Ninth attempt. He’s sticking his tongue out at me now.

I almost gave up, but tried one last time….

This will have to do. At least his eyes are open and his mouth is closed. For once. ;D

January 13, 2019

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Cats and Wine (Or Wine and Cats).

So two of my favorite things on this planet are (it’s not a trick question):

Cats and Wine. Or Wine and Cats. The order flip-flops any given hour, depending on my mood at that moment.

And sometimes, on that wonderful rare occasion, the two cross over. Like in this amazing magnet a friend gave me for Christmas this year:

Or this Riesling, that I originally got because it had a picture of a cat on it, but wound up loving it, regardless of said cat label:

I really do love this wine, and I recently purchased it again, because it has become one of my favorite go-to bottles. So, I was sitting at the table, enjoying my glass, when Captain Curious (aka “Berlioz”), jumped up to investigate. And by “investigate,” I mean eat whatever possible food he came across. There was no food this time, but I guess he, like his mama, is fond of Riesling. In fact, after sniffing the bottle and my glass, he decided that this wine was from this point on, his and his alone.

Either that, or he’s just a little ham who wanted his picture taken….again.

January 12, 2019

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Happy Mew Year!

Wednesday and Berlioz just want to wish everyone a Happy “Mew” Year! They’re both super pumped for 2019, and all the treats, catnip, naps, fetching, and hissing it will bring.

Truthfully, they were just begging for their breakfast, as if they hadn’t eaten in weeks.

January 2, 2019

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On the Nose.

So I was getting ready for work the other day, and as I washing my face, Berlioz jumped up on the sink, and tried to attack the water coming out of the faucet. He is obsessed with water, which is a little strange. We sometimes catch him pawing at the water in his water dish, and splashing it out onto himself and the floor, for no reason.

Anyway, as I was washing my face, I leaned forward and my hair came cascading down (I have pretty long hair) right into Berlioz. He assumed this was meant to be played with, so he began attacking my hair. I found this charming at first, until all of a sudden, he swiped at my face, and his claws hit me, right on the – you guessed it – nose.

Of course, he acted like he did nothing wrong, and I’m sure if given the chance, would do it all again.

Sorry about your nose, mama (is not what he is thinking).

December 4, 2018

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Hey, Jealousy.

Wednesday does not like to be picked up nearly as much as Berlioz, so when she decides she actually wants to be held, we drop everything and scoop her up immediately, making it a big celebration, worthy of the princess she is.

All hail Princess Wednesday, ruler of the sofa.

Berlioz always wants attention no matter what, so it’s not such a big deal when we pick him up. But trust me, he gets plenty of affection, probably more than his share – he makes darn sure of that.

You cannot make this bed until you pet me again.

Anyway, one day last week, Wednesday wanted to be held, so I jumped at the opportunity and picked her up. She was relaxed and purring, and we were having a nice quiet moment of quality time, when out of nowhere, Berlioz jumps up in a fit of jealousy, claws out in full force, and scratches me, down both sides of my stomach. I screamed, Wednesday freaked out and jumped away, and Berlioz stood there, staring, knowing full well what he had done. I was also bleeding, fyi.

It was a traumatic experience for all of us, except Berlioz of course, who’s jealous plan was ultimately victorious, in his eyes.

November 25, 2018

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Halloween Cats.

I’ve been dying for Halloween to arrive, so I could put the cats in their respective Halloween costumes (Wednesday – unicorn, Berlioz – bat). I’ve had the costumes planned out for months, and I knew this was going to be the best thing ever and they were going to love it, right?

RIGHT??

Because what cat doesn’t love getting shoved into a costume while it’s owners huddle around it, giggling and snapping photos?

They look thrilled and not at all like we snuck up on them while they were sleeping and forced the costumes on while they remained in a half-daze. Once they caught on, their reactions varied. Berlioz thought it was no big deal, and laid back down to go to sleep like nothing happened.

Wednesday, on the other hand….

At the end of the day, I got my cats into the costumes and got a couple of photos to preserve the memories, which was really all I ever wanted.

I’m pretty sure they’ve already forgotten about the entire thing.

Or….maybe not….

October 28, 2018October 28, 2018

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I’m Only Sleeping.

Today I was off, and I was thinking about my day and what I was going to do. I had a list of things to get done (I actually did most of them!), and I was working my way through the list, when I sat down on the couch for a few minutes. Berlioz jumped up behind me and promptly went to sleep.

He looks so well behaved when he’s sleeping.

I paused for a few extra minutes to sit with him, but then I had to get up and do other things, like run 8 miles. When I returned from running, I walked into the bedroom, and stumbled upon this:

I showered and changed in preparation for my next errand, and walked downstairs, only to be greeted by this strangely familiar sight:

I realized that I’m doing it totally wrong. These guys have the life right here. They’ve got it all figured out. Or so I thought.

I went back upstairs to put away some laundry, and Wednesday was still laying there in the same spot, doing the same thing (that would be sleeping). This time, Berlioz followed me up. He jumped on the bed, and for a split second, I thought he was going to lay down next to her and go to sleep for the third time, but alas, it went a little more like this:

I guess all that sleeping has its benefits – one can unleash those bad-ass wrestling moves at any time and without warning. 13+ hours of sleeping a day sure hones those cat-like reflexes.

October 19, 2018October 19, 2018

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