Tribute

This is a tribute to my Big Sister. We met about a year ago, and instantly clicked. And, so I don't seem completely off-topic, we are both cats! Yup- we're in the cat family. We even have kitty nick-names. Hers is Catastrophe (which she wasn't pleased about) and I was dubbed Duchess.

She is going abroad this semester.. To New Zealand. I left F&M so it's not like I see her all the time anyway, but I'm going to miss her. We've become like actual sisters, and extremely close friends. I love my Big, and I know I'm her favorite Little.

^^Big reveal

^^It was love..

^^ Formal, with another of my favorite kitties

^^Trying on hats because we're classy.  OK.

^^Hopping around on the beach.  Isn't that what you do?

^^Out one night.  And totally sober.

Good bye and good luck Big!

Call Me What You Want...

But you can't ever call me a liar.  That is due to the fact that I don't lie.

Remember when I said that Charlotte is always watching?  Peeking out of places?

Your honor, the defense rests its case.

And, like a silent guardian, she watches over Winchester Drive.

She may not be the hero we need, but she is the hero we deserve.  (I may have watched Dark Knight last night.)

Dreamgirl

Sookie has the odd habit of interrupting my dreams.  This morning, at 6:15, I hear this obnoxious whining in my dream.  As it turns out, this whining was real.  I wake up.  Sookie is on my bed, looking at me, and meowing.

So I sit up.  She starts circling on my bed, whining.  "What?" I say.  (I don't think I expected a response.)  The meowing continues, and grows more frantic.

"Is Timmy in the well?" I ask... and then laugh.  Because I am so original and clever.

I get out of bed and she jumps in front of me and runs to the door... meowing.  I figure she wants me to follow.  She leads me downstairs, into the kitchen.  Now, I'm expecting Charlotte to be lying dead on the table, or some random dude trying to break in through the back door.  Nope.  Charlotte's fine.  My dad's sitting at the computer.

"Is everything alright?" I ask- because this cat wouldn't dare pull me out of bed for nothing.

He tells me it is.  I look at their food and water bowls.  Full.  At this point, Sookie has stopped meowing and is meandering around the kitchen.  There was no reason for me to be up.  NONE.

Cat- if you ever pull another stunt like that, so help you God, I will kick you out onto the streets.

I Am Ashamed.

Yes.  I am.  I have yet to clean my room.  I really really need to though.  Noah gets the opportunity to run around, but there are so many things for him to chew (and we all know his struggle with chewing).  AND once I clean it- I can show you all the Happy Bunny Dance.  Also known as the Binky.  It cannot be explained, only shown.  So you have that to look forward to.

Speaking Of Dogs...

The title of the last post had the word dog in it, if you recall. Which reminded me. I have one of those!

That thing on the end of my bed is called Bandit.  That was his name when we adopted him from the SPCA 10 years ago.  He was sooo good that first week.  When we ate dinner, he went and relaxed in another room.  We couldn't figure out why they named him Bandit... until he started stealing our food.  He manipulated us.  During dinner he'd come up to one of us pretending to be all lovey, licking and such, and as soon as that person let their guard down he dove at the dinner plate.  He takes gum out of purses.  He steals beds.  His previous owners named him well.

He's an old man now, but still eats anything we turn our backs on for 2 seconds.  That dog has eaten pounds, literally, of chocolate.  And he had no complications.  Man, I didn't realize how old he looks until this picture... :(

Despite this apathetic nose-less face, I know he loves me.  I walked him (well more like he dragged me places and I picked up his poop), played with him, shared my bed with him, went to obedience classes with him (he was bffs with a monstrous canary bulldog but was sore afraid of the lhasa apso puppy), and refrained from killing him when he licked my birthday cake.

Here's to you, Bandit!  The cats get a lot of attention because they are "special" but you're still one hell of a dog.  And we all know that Charlotte wants to be you.  

"Away, thou issue of mangy dog!"

That up there ^^ is a Shakespearian quote.  Well, I should say Shakespearian insult.  From the play Timon of Athens.  So why the obscure Shakespearian insult?  I'm brushing up on my Shakespeare, of course, because God has blessed us with the greatest acting talent of our time!  Nay, the greatest Shakespearian acting talent EVER!

Behold, here she is lying dead in the middle of the road, having just been brutally tickled to death by the feather duster she is laying on...

*choir of angels*

It's beautiful.  Charlotte has found her calling!

Attempted Murder

For some reason, cats are fascinated by plastic bags.  They bat at them, hide in them... and even try to kill one another with them.

My mother had gotten me a whole bunch of JUMBO ziplock bags to carry clothes to and from college.  I used them.  One time, after I returned home and unpacked, I left one of those big bags on the floor- open.

Sookie decides it's a good idea to climb inside.  That's when Charlotte sees her moment of opportunity.  I saw a commotion out of the corner of my eye.  Charlotte had gone and sat on top of the bag, sealing it with Sookie trapped inside.  Since there was a lack of oxygen, Sookie was freaking out (which is actually a very bad idea).

I, of course, threw Charlotte across the room and rescued my favorite Sookie.  Charlotte knows I'm onto her now... Oh how exhausting.

I would have pictures but I wasn't concerned with that at the time and cats have a hard time reenacting things.  So deal.