Friday Cat Blogging: Ain't I Prettier than the Computer, Mom?

Piper thinks she is much, much more interesting than that pesky ol' computer. She's chewed on the network card (bite marks covered by her pretty face) and is pushing herself into the picture to prove what a pretty, pretty kitty she is.

Hobbes had a rough week, and is recuperating from an enema and an overnight stay at the vet. He's better but the vet says his kidneys continue to degenerate, despite special food and extra care. I fear male kitties are esssentialy doomed to live a shorter span. He probably has years left, but I need to start accepting the idea that his span is shorter than I might like.

Piper reminds me that kitties are love and all they want is your complete and undivided attention, all of the time. Pure and simple, that's kitty love.

Late, very late

How many times to you need to be useless and pointless before you take the hint?

When do you realize that it's just a cosmic joke, and it's time for the ultimate reset button?

How many arenas can you fail in before it's clear that this particular experiment is a complete and utter failure?

Is there even a point to all of it?

I Am Coffee!

None of that fancy-schmancy "half caf soy mocha light foam" nonsense for me! Pure Java, unadulterated. I say if it ain't good enough to drink black, it ain't good enough to drink.

(Actually, I usually order skim latte, occasionally with sugar-free flavoring... but nothing beats a simple cup of good black coffee. Word.)

You are a Black Coffee

At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it Your caffeine addiction level: high

What Kind of Coffee Are You?

It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion
It is by the beans of java
The thoughts acquire speed
The hands acquire shakes
The shakes become a warning
It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion

Via ***Dave