Brave Jack

More videos! This time with a better picture. Let's celebrate Jack's newest triumph.

Beautiful Saturday Night

The weather is sublime.

The Wire, season 4 is playing.

The wine is merlot.

The Jack is trilling his cute little ass off. AND, jumping on the couch with regularity. To attack Snugglebug. And then they groom each other. The only thing that stops them is my incessant screaming. Because it is so fucking cute I could DIE. Die!

Snugglebug's cuteness is relegated to her sleep: She really does look just like "Hobbes" when she sleeps with her little head turned 180 and her paws are all curled. You've see the pictures. Her belly fur really is as soft as it looks. Unfortunately, if she wakes up when you are snorgling that belly, it's all nails, all in.

Jack, however, has developed quite the little shimmy shake. When he's hunting--be it Snugglebug, a mouse toy, or a piece of lint--his ass goes high in the air and shakes like a little go-go dancer. By the way, what is the evolutionary logic in that? I mean, I get the circling to part the grasses in order to sit down, but what hunting advantage does shaking your ass in the air do...aside from identifying said predator as a cuteywootybooty? Do explain.

The video below is total crap. Look, my camera is balls. Because it was flattened by big balls and a round ass. But you get the gist, right? And sorry for all the "FUCKS." Unfortunately, its like birdsong in the hoods of Baltimore.

PS. If you haven't watched The Wire, figure out a way to make this happen. Don't let the grim subject deter you. I won't lie: it's grim. It's hard. BUT. Here's the thing: It is art. Real art. No bullshit. As you watch it, it is hard not to be shaken and thrilled by the fact that this is the real thing, finally. The acting is beyond phenomenal. The writing is beyond phenomenal. Everything about this show is above and beyond...just beyond! I can't push this show enough. Please please please watch it. You've heard plenty of critics pushing countless shows, but you should believe the hype on this one. It delivers.

Kittens! Got New Toys from Gramma

And they love them! Thanks, Gramma!

Oh Lord, am I really talking like this? Am I, alas, a maniac?

Playing it shy.

But starting to get the drift.

Will you Look. At. That. Belly. LOOK AT IT.

Awwww, another belly!

Death Fang from Below!!

Snugglebug drools up the new octopus with magical crinkly arms.

Hey, some videos! First, Mr. Jack O'Lantern and his proshness.



Then the beebles falling for the old swish-swish-swish trick, thereby making themselves dizzy. Fooles!



And finally, this is how they spend a great deal of time mooning at each other. He trills at her like a little birdie, and she drops on his head like a beclawed cannonball.

Kittens! The Musical

I know, you are so sick of them by now, right? Like, whatever: Kittens! But CMON, they are prosh. And my photography is beyond professional encroaching on artistic. Quiver in my creative wake, hags! And now, the fancy slide show...

She's either saying nanny-nanny-boo-boo or trying to groom my forehead.

Snarl?

Please note the teeny tongue. And also: She's high.

And soooo bored.

Her first real experience with the open window. She could not figure out the curtain.

Once she had full access, the madness descended. If her eyes had bugged more, they would have fallen out.

Yazzle, here is a belly shot for your perusal. What do you think? Time for a tummy tuck?

The wee bronco.

He such a delicate little gent. He's totally prancy fancy.

First hit of catnip. She's gone completely psychotic. Note that rockin' manicure.

Even the gentle gents can stoop low and get high.

Really high.

Another belly shot. Seriously, she's a roaster. right?

Kittens! Beeble Update

The boogerbutts are doing well. Jack has made great leaps in courage. He usually keeps a safe distance from me when we are outside of his "safe zone" (the bathroom), but I got my first leg rub just this week. He trusts me more when my back is turned, I guess. He is certainly the more vocal of the two, as evidenced below.





Snugglebug is taking her sweet time growing into those ears. In the meantime, I nom them and kiss her on the head. Her favorite things to do to me?

1. Knead, knead, knead my neck. She kneads my neck and tries to stick her head as far under my chin as she can, all the while purring like a baby buzzsaw.
2. Stick her paw on my lips. It grosses me out. It's like she's giving me the hand 'cause the face don't want to hear it.

Look at their awesome new toy. Half of the feathers have been torn out already.



I tried and tried to get a good pic of Jack tonight, but he senses the flash and gives me the Clint Eastwood every time. You'll just have to take my word for it: Most of the time he looks like a wide-eyed boxer. Here are some of tonight's spaghetti western shots:



Finally, another cute video. Yes, in both, the screeching squeaktoy voice is my own. For those of you accustomed to my silky baritone, just know that I cannot help myself. In the presence of beebles, I turn completely daffy.

Kittens! Are Full of Vinegar

Specifically Snugglebug. She's completely unhinged. Here's her video:



A longer version can be seen here.

I've never seen a cat get so worked up. She was actually panting. Panting! I suppose the new scratching post was a great investment, but honestly she loses her damn mind. This is without the help of a catnip rubdown, which was recommended in order to get her "interested" in the new scratching post. Still, watching a little maniac work herself into a bug-eyed frenzy is something to behold. Of course, this was her for 5 hours afterward:







Jack was having none of it. I'd never seen evidence of his nails until today when a good brushing had him rolling around on the ground, purring and stretching in kitten ecstasy. For all the fear he harbours, he never bites and never uses his nails. If I just keep showing him there is nothing to fear I am sure he will come completely out of his shell. Also, I know the singing helps. Yasmin wanted to know what I sing to them. Sometimes it is made up songs ("Piggy one and piggy two, I surely do love yoooou" and so on), but most of the time it is whatever comes to mind. A sampling:











As a PS of sorts: I watched Mission to Mars for the first time today (as a sci fi whore, I guess I'll put any desperate ass thing on my Netflix list). Luckily it was one I could watch instantly because I would have been PISSED if I'd wasted a delivered DVD on this sorry piece of garbage. Have you ever watched a movie where the soundtrack (by which I mean the mood music) was so completely and utterly horrible that it was simply not to be believed? First, the music in the first half of the movie was completely unlike the music in the last part of the movie. Second, both halves sucked BALLS. It was kind of like the cheesy boopity boop boop music you might remember from the old shows...like maybe Starsky and Hutch...or Fantasy Island. On top of that, complete silliness prevailed throughout. I know I'm like 10 years behind the critics, but it was kind of unbelievable still. The actors were far too good to be in such a stinking poop heap (Tim Robbins, Gary Sinise, Don Cheadle) and it was incredible to think that this movie was released in this decade (2000). It is the WORST. Red Planet--not known as the paramount of sci fi cinema--was released in the same year, after all, and far surpasses the technical sophistication of Mission to Mars...not to mention the basic believability. UG. Even a sci fi whore has to have standards.

Kittens! She's Twice His Size Now

My Grill. Ur in it.

Am cuter than yoooouu.

He is patriotic.

She is drunk.

Look at that jealous face.

Total Wal Mart Family Photo. See how he turns his head to catch the light??

And finally, a series in cuuuuute...

Kittens! Chowing Down

This is not representative of the complete mania that usually greets me in the morning. Also, the radiator was hissing the whole time, so there's a lot of interference. However, you can hear Bug crying and, cuter still, you can see Jack's crazy jack o'latern eyes.



I was going to wait to post a video of the full-fledged lunacy (Snugglebug has no shame and has embraced the concept of Total, Nuclear Meltdown) but I had to post to announce that Jack really is coming out of his shell. For real!! Last night was the first time he sought me out for the sole purpose of being petted. At first I couldn't figure it out. I let him sniff my hand, thinking he'd bolt at any second, but he just waited patiently until I finally got the clue. *Total Joy!*

I was so afraid we were going to have a complete setback after taking them to the vet tonight. But he just came over for more pets and scratches!! And his face is different, too...I thought I was imagining things, but as I was petting him, I realized he was purring. I haven't heard him do that since the first day. He still startles and runs, but he really is coming around! Really Really Really! YAAAAY!!

Kittens! More Pix

Together at last!

Have you any Grey Poupon?

Stylin.

Walrus.

You no see me.

Jack O' Latern Face

This is a hard face to catch, obviously. You can kind of see the crazy eye here, though.

And for Mz. Yasmin, BUMM BUMM BUMM BUMM BUMMM! Bong! Bong! (Actually, these could be much straighter.)