Bracket Schmracket

Gordon wants a redo.

Turns out some of those teams with lame mascots cheated.

Who would let a dog into the final four?

Especially a lame squatty looking one.

Anyway. Moving on.

Gordon is currently accepting bids for his services.

His mascot services to be more precise.

Wildcat, Bobcat or House Cat?

You decide.

No One Wants To Be THAT Girl

So I'm sitting at work today minding my own business, keeping my cat ladyness to myself when I get this email. "Do you have a cat carrier I can borrow?"

Well, yes I do, but um.....?

Said email came from someone I don't know very well. Someone I have never spoken to about Gordy and Jitty-mow. In response to the confirmation that yes, I do own one, and yes he is welcome to borrow it I get: "So are you a former or a current cat owner?"

So. The question becomes; did someone tell on me or do I just have that look??

Or worse yet, that smell?

This is serious business people. I am concerneed.

Take Me To Your Canned Leader

Sometimes the cat lady feeds the kittens canned cat food just to see the excitement on their faces. And because then they continue to run when she opens any kind of can. And that makes her feel loved. Don't judge. They recognize both the can opener noise and the little handy dandy top. That's at least third grade smart.

In other news....it snowed last night. Jitterbug was pleased to have one last snowflake chase until next winter. Serious lack of cats in the snow pictures because my camera battery decided to die right at the height of cuteness. But yes, the cats went out in the snow while I watched from the couch. I don't have to test the stuff...I know its still cold.

Partyin' Like It's 2005!

It was the party to which all future parties will be compared.

We pulled out all the stops. Because its not every day that Gordon King of All Awesome Cats turns 6 whole years old.

There were blind-folded games

And cute Jitty mow friends.

A "How many hats can you balance on the Gord?" contest

And cake. Of course.

Served on fine Hello Kitty china. Of course.

CELEBRATE!

It's somebody's birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Birthday party pics are on their way. Eventually.

Gordon is currently celebrating by chasing Jitterbug.

She is not pleased.

And now. In the tradition that is horrible blogs.

The annual "about you" section.

Yep. Gonna happen. Brace yourself.

Gordon, at 6 years old you:

Weigh: more than you should, last time we were at the vet she called you "obese". That was after she had to knock you out with some tranquilizers because you went ape shit on the place. I would have too, smelled like dog pee up in there.

Eat: Everything. All the time. And you like it fresh from the bag. None of that kibble that has been sitting out for a few hours.

Sleep: All day, Everyday. Anywhere and everywhere.

Love: Your bestest friend, Jittybugs.

Wear: Well nothing. That would be weird.

Gordon has decided that to end the night he would like to give himself a pedicure.

Pretty much how I spent my birthday.

Like cat, like cat lady.

Cutest Baby Mow. EVER.

Fashion DISASTER

The cat lady didnt want to go to the store wearing this:

So she threw on a couple of layers. Wasn't until she was wandering around the very bright, fairly full aisles of Walgreens she realized she had put together this:

Improvement? I think not.

No more late night trips here....