January 2012
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June 2010
1 post
cat people > dog people
You know it must fucking rock to be a cat. I mean seriously. I don’t know how many of you are cat people…but
A) you should be
B) why are you reading my mostly cat blog
& C) you should be
Regardless anyone who’s been in the same room as a cat knows they are in the presence of royalty (or at least something similar).
Why people like cats
-They fucking rock
-They are fuzzy & soft
-They are...
March 2010
2 posts
1 tag
SoFlo
There comes a point in the intensively dull 5hour drive to South Florida where I forget that my back hurts and my legs are crooked, i even let it slip from my mind that my bum is increasingly numb-er with each passing mile. It’s when you get to that stretch of highway where they start to care how it looks to you, the travelin man. Where the plants along the roadway get better care than the...
what I've learned
as I’m “growing up” I’m learning more and more shit that I’d like to pretend I didn’t know- not all of it sucks, just the mere fact that life was so much easier when you didn’t know squat. and when you didn’t have to pretend you did.
i’ve learn that “life is short” now isn’t that just annoying as fuck? you know, you’re...
January 2010
1 post
a comparison
There is something so innocently beautiful about seeing a cat (especially one as adorable as Atticus) sleeping all comfy and cozy with his big fluffy belly in the air. I immediately am filled with warm feelings and must simultaneously give him loving belly kisses while finding my camera. All his beautiful-ness out in the open; no shame at all. I have dozens of these belly up snapshots, and I never...
November 2009
3 posts
Cat Person
I don’t know exactly when I became a “cat person”. A trait I was born with perhaps? Or possibly one acquired in growth? Either way I have been; as long as I can remember…a Cat Person. So what does that say about me? Stereotypically I should be a weird, introverted hermit; which we all know isn’t the case…entirely. But lets rewind just a little bit- I grew up...
hmm
I often wonder what it must be like for someone as handsome and lovable as Atticus. It must be very tough.
bringing out my violent side
I consider myself pretty easy going and incredibly tolerant (okay, thats a lie) but still; that’s besides the point. The point here today is discussing three things that make me what to stab my eyes out and shove them down my own throat.
#1
Car stickers printed in size 10 font and placed on the back of your car. Are you some kinda of moron? Seriously. I wish death upon you. Why the fuck...
October 2009
1 post
September 2009
6 posts
master plan destroyed
I’m sorry to report, that my last blog about following my cats around for a full 24 hours and examine their daily act ivies did not happen. Not to lack of trying though. Let me explain.
I woke up, located a feline and paper/pencil. Began recording the days events.
…2 hours later Holly was still in the same spot.
…4 hours later Amazingly she hadn’t moved
…8 hours...
i'm feeling frisky
after watching my babies all day i’ve decided that we; you and i, my hypothetical amigo are going to document a day in the life of my cats. tomorrow. be ready. shits gonna get crazy.
disgusting
As I was just finishing up my second blog(previous post) featuring yet another picture of my beautiful feline I look up at the show I’m watching on tv.
A Piano playing cat.
fuck. I need serious help.
please. help. me.
an unhealthy obsession begins
Princess Roslyn-
I don’t need you to tell me I’m a sicko. It’s very apparent. I need to get in touch with reality again.
Still looking for a job. Obviously I have nothing important to offer the world except intelligence out of control and an over abundance of cat photos. psh. trust me, I’m amazed the offers aren’t flying at me by the millions as well.
ps-still...
Losing my blogger virginity (give me something...
I’m going to take you through my recent thought process.
Here I am, in Jacksonville. Bored and unemployed. When I turn and see my retardly handsome cat Atticus laying on my clothes with his big fat belly in the air just dying for kisses. And of course I grab the camera and immediately have visions of full fold out spreads in Catfancy. (Yes I do realize I am sick, it does get worse though)....