Come on down
To the cat castle.
We're gettin' down
At the cat castle.
Tell your friends
About the cat castle.
You'll find
Me-ow at
The cat castle.
I never pass
On the cat castle.
I wanna go
To the cat castle.
Oh, yeah.
Cat Castle.
What Coffee with Cats is NOT. . .
Coffee with Cats is not a fetish page devoted to the cat cafes of Japan.
What is Coffee with Cats? Keep reading to find out.
The Valentine's Day Card that Started it All
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The Valentine's Day Card that Started it All
The first of the Photoshopped spectaculars, created for my husband in homage of a poster he found in Cairo with a similar disregard for proportion or scale. That's us on the roof. But that's not our real house.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Storming the Cat Castle
Labels:
balls,
cardboard box,
Cat Castle,
catnip,
games,
mouse,
toys,
treats
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Strombeek and the Ch'ou-t'i
In Jorge Luis Borge's The Book of Imaginary Beings there is a creature referred to as the Ch'ou-t'i "which has a head on both ends of its body." Nothing more about it is said. Wikipedia doesn't even have an entry! And Strombeek has found one in her very own living room.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Colorado Dreamin'
The cats don't like it when we leave. When the suitcases come out, they know nothing good is happening. Strombeek hates the suitcases.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Snowed In!
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes."
--Emily Dickinson
Labels:
beaver,
birds,
mouse,
opposable thumbs,
reading,
Snow,
squirrel,
the shining
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Call of the Wild or White Strombeek
". . . thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanted cats, and the cats they wanted were heavy cats with strong muscles by which to toil and furry coats to protect them from the frost." --Jack London, The Call of the Wild
Labels:
Call of the Wild,
Fleas,
Jack London,
outside,
Snow,
White,
White Fang
Friday, February 5, 2010
Cleans the Air and Kills Your Cat
When we applied for the cats at the DC Humane Society, part of the process included a home inspection. What this meant was that an experienced (and, of course, crazy) cat lady came to our house and pointed out all the places a cat might get into trouble. She seemed to consider cats akin to flying squirrels or some other animal kingdom acrobat. She assured us they would leap from the top of the stairs and land on the folding screen in front of the window; they'd walk along shelves there was no way they could access and fit themselves in out of the way alcoves--basically smashing all our glass and china and shredding anything else if we didn't carefully pack it away until they were grown.
While this advice was excessive, she did point out something I hadn't even thought about: Plants.
While this advice was excessive, she did point out something I hadn't even thought about: Plants.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
No Pants Required!
"She encourages cat owners to resist the urge to clutter the photo with props such as fake flowers, stuffed animals or cat costumes. 'Cats are beautiful creatures,' Flick says. 'They do not need adornments.'"
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
He's a Big Pig, You Can Be a Big Pig too. . .
When I told Strombeek I required some Groundhog Day assistance, I think she imagined something along the lines of this.
Labels:
Groundhog Day,
Hey Sailor Hats,
outside,
Punxsutawny Phil,
Wee Willie
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