Category Archives: Cats

Sunlight. Gracie. It is Teh Awesome. Goofball. Tigger. It is Teh Usual.

I think what the world needs today is more cat pictures. Because there just aren’t enough of them on the internet. Tig loves the sun. And Gracie loves her ball. It took me forever to get a picture of her … Continue reading →

Four years ago today, I was looking for a Maine Coon mix at Wendy’s Feline Friends, when I found not one, but TWO orange males. That pretty much ended my work for the day; I called my supervisor and told … Continue reading →

Today is Sun Day. Tig on his shelf, taking a bath in the sun: Gracie, luxuriating in the sun: Gracie again, telling me to either pet her or stop bothering her. Her paws are curled because she’s kneading and purring. … Continue reading →

You know, that old Chicago song, when you think about it, was really weird. Lyrics are rather stupid. But you know what’s not stupid? My cats. Okay, well, yeah, they are, but–first we have a twofer of Tig and Gracie … Continue reading →

Happy Caturday! Gracie is now dividing her time between the box and her bed. No, she doesn’t care that it’s full of cat toys. That seems to make it more comfortable. She’s a happy Gracie!

Because the news is atrocious this week. And of course, Princess Gracie, this time in an uncharacteristically goofy pose: There. I can feel my blood pressure going down already.

Another Gracie picture, from her birthday. She had an exhausting day, what with getting skritched whenever she asked, tunafish for breakfast, and Mom paying attention to her all day. All together now: Awwwww.

Today is Gracie’s fifteenth birthday. It is remarkable on several levels. She’s the oldest cat I’ve ever had, beating my first Tigger by a year and a half, now. And, well, I always thought it would be Tigger 2 who … Continue reading →

If that headline is not a contradiction in terms. The news is exceptionally depressing today. Gracie is not.

Well, I’ve done nothing worth writing about today, unless you count getting sucked into season one of Cougar Town, a show which I stopped watching too soon. If I’d stuck with it about two more episodes, I wouldn’t have had … Continue reading →

Take that, all you cat-haters who say that cats don’t save people’s lives. Jung learned that the laid-back cat had been in and out of the shelter since 2003, and made an impulsive decision to adopt him and his friend … Continue reading →

My Maine Coon mix is now a Virginia Coon mix. He forgot what snow was, and didn’t want to go out in it. Yep. I have two cats that are, quite frankly, scaredy cats. Gracie is (literally) afraid of ants, … Continue reading →

It’s going to snow in Richmond–a significant amount, it seems–and I am going to see The Lion King in the theater tonight. So here are Gracie and Tig. Happy Caturday! First, Miss Gracie and her ball. This is one of … Continue reading →

I got some gorgeous pictures of Tig lately, and wanted to share. This photo captures the color of his eyes better than most. They really are nearly the same shade as his coat. Color-coordinated, that’s my boy.

Tig was at the vet’s overnight on Thursday for, let’s just say, digestive issues. So when he came back to me he was a bit bedraggled and sleepy and not himself, and because of his digestive issues, there was no … Continue reading →

A rare twofer of Tig bugging the crap out of Gracie. Don’t be swayed by the cute, little-boy look on Tig’s face. He was lying on the other side of the screen pawing at Gracie, trying to make her play. … Continue reading →

It’s a three-day weekend for me. The heck with the news. I caught Gracie looking undignified. She is actually mewing, not yawning. She wanted me to pet her. I wanted her to sit in the sun long enough for me … Continue reading →