Category Archives: Cats

It looks like Tig has something growing out of his head here. Yes, it’s a lazy Saturday in the Yourish household. After morning services, that is.

Arrr! Talk like a pirate day!

Tig: Gracie:

You know, it’s too much to even post cat pictures right now. Maybe tomorrow. Rahel, I’ll give you a story instead. Yesterday afternoon, I’m working in my office, and I hear what sounds like my windows thumping from, say, a … Continue reading →

Your Caturday pictures. Miss Gracie: Mr. Tig: Shabbat Shalom.

You know, when I first started blogging, I actually never put up cat posts because they were so cliched. Little-known fact about Yourish.com. Here’s a great one I got of Tig the other day, on his kitty condo. He loves … Continue reading →

Yeah, it’s that kind of day. Tig: Gracie: Happy Saturday!

Because the news sucks, but Tigger is always awesome. Tig is a happy cat, on his sunny shelf.

I didn’t know you’d lost Tiny. My heart goes out to you. We never really forget them. I still think of Tiger, the cat that was in our house when I was born. (She’s the reason why I say I’ve … Continue reading →

For Rahel. Happy birthday! First, a rare twofer: Tig and Gracie sleeping on my bed. Next, Miss Gracie. Now that the weather is warmer, Tig and I go out on the deck. Here he is getting freaked out by the … Continue reading →

Three years ago today, I became a much, much happier person. Because this orange goofball entered my life. Not that there haven’t been some not-so-fun moments. Last week, I was playing with Tig with a two- or three-foot string (formerly … Continue reading →

I am in the midst of anti-Israel fatigue, and so, I bring you: Cat pictures. First, we have an awesome shot of Mr. Tig’s fuzzy belly. Next, we have a common scene: Gracie getting a drink from the bathroom sink, … Continue reading →

About six months ago, Miss Gracie became my longest-lived cat. My first Tigger died of cancer at about thirteen and a half. My second Tigger died of kidney disease three years ago. Gracie has a heart murmur. Gracie has asthma … Continue reading →

You know what’s worse than hearing a cat hack up a hairball in the middle of the night (when you just can’t get out of bed to clean up a mess because it’s three a.m. and you’re freaking exhausted)? Not … Continue reading →

(I should have posted this yesterday, but I was busy.) Tig 3.0 at three: Tig 3.0 at (barely) three months: Yes, that is the same APC. It’s the only one of that color in my house. What a difference a … Continue reading →

This is as close as I come to a valentine greeting: This is what happens when you OD on chocolate. Be careful tomorrow, or you’ll end up like Tig.