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Channel 1: Kitties v. Balloon Behold, a balloon! from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Channel 2: The Cats Are Introduced To Drugs Just Say No from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
Channel 1: Kitties v. Balloon Behold, a balloon! from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Channel 2: The Cats Are Introduced To Drugs Just Say No from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
A Thanksgiving Story from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.
Last week was hell on steroids. Phil and I went back and forth and back and forth about Felix’s health. He’s old — seven and a half (that’s geriatric for Marshall Farms ferrets, sadly) — and he’s been having these weird fainting-type spells that he’s so far, luckily, snapped out of every time. Knowing the signs of adrenal disease and cancer from Gonzo’s battle with both two years ago, we didn’t hold out much hope…
Me on the computer, laughing at this (HT: Knots). Jack, looking up at me intently. Me, grabbing Jack and giving him a bear hug and lots of cat smooches: “Kitty, I am going to clean the shit out of your litter box!” Jack, irritated, stares into space as I smother him with affection. Me, babytalking:”Yes I am! Yes I am!” Pause. “YES WE CAN.”
Here’s a little blast from the past (June 2007): I can’t believe how little they were.
This is what I heard just a couple of hours ago out behind my apartment. What’s up for interpretation is whether or not these cat noises are aggressive … or amorous. What’s not up for interpretation is that I have GOT to get a better video camera that doesn’t allow for that constant random vibrating background noise. And also? That my cats totally want in on that feral feline action. The sweet sound of urban…
Fig. 1: The domestic cat performs an elaborate dance that means, to his owner, “Scream at me and then spray me with water several times until I run into another room, unsure of what just transpired.” My boy cat is having an identity crisis. He thinks he’s a godforsaken mountain goat. Exhibit A: Once again (he’s done this twice before, and has apparently not heeded my past warnings), he has chewed through the phone cord,…
Jack has been a needy, needy little beast since I got back from vacation. At my feet or on my lap at all times. I can’t help but oblige; look at him!
So last week sucked on toast and, consequently, I busted up into this week with some sort of deluded optimism, thinking it would be better just by virtue of being new. Hoo boy. Ain’t that cute? Granted, I have been more or less in better spirits overall, but it’s still been a fucking trying week, what with the project from hell going apeshit and imploding on me, requiring a from-the-ground-up rebuild, among other things. (Seriously,…
All the doorknobs in my apartment look like this. The apartment is old and the building’s foundation has shifted enough times that most of the doors don’t actually latch when you close them. Jack has caught on to this and has made it his mission to figure out how to open the doors around here, many of which stay “closed” but not quite closed. His technique? Standing on his hind legs, stretching as far as…
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