We haven't talked about pussy in a while, so here's another cat blog.

Our friends Mike and Natalia recently had a baby girl named Kate whom we will refer to as Sister. I've visited Sister a few times. She's cute and is the best kind of baby; one that is quiet and doesn't move around much (those were the days). Sister is a welcome addition to their family that includes a cool toddler and three meow meows, one of which I make no secret I intend to steal.

The other day, Natalia sent me this text regarding Sister's progress:

Natalia is good at teaching people things, which makes sense, because she's a teacher. Apparently she's also a cat whisperer, because then this happened:

That is Reginald, and much like Sister, tummy time proved too much and turned into a snooze fest. Reginald is as an actual cat, not just a pile of ran-hard-engine oily rags lumped onto the floor. He is black as night, everywhere but his little starfish. It's white. We happened to notice one day when he flipped his wiry tail up and we all shared raucous laughter.

Continuing with the cat theme, on the home-front I made a box for my pussy. Well I guess two pussies would fit in there if they got close enough. Either pussy can use the box, although it's usually the fat ass, Mr. Fantastic, because he's always up in the mix of everything. Before you go thinking it's fancy, I used a shipping box from Amazon, some free duct tape and a black marker. And I present thee cat house:

Currently, there is one pussy inside. Mr. Dr. Bill Nana (our small gray cat) is usually more interested in walking in front of my phone and screwing up my shot, as evidenced below:

What a dingleberry. But we love him and he's one I wouldn't cut out from my fur.

And because I've featured so many meow meows in this post, why not a big yellow dog being an asshole and hogging all the artificial fireplace heat because that's what he does:

HEY DOG!!! We are cold too! But at least he's behaving there. One of the cat's threw up some Iams in the cat house, and before we had the chance to clean up it, the puke had mysteriously disappeared. I made eye contact with the big yellow dog and in that moment, I knew he'd taken care of the mess. I was disgusted, yet thankful, because cleaning up regurgitated pieces of cat food in hot-dog form sucks a hard one.

I know it's HUNTIN SEASON. If you're going to kill animals, just make sure it's a big meaty buck to feed your family and friends and not someone's house hold pet. They don't have enough meat, and we don't eat them here ROUND THESE PARTS. Happy hunting and if you have a cat or dog, be kind, pet them on the head and sneak them a few treats (hint: they like cheese).