This is Bebe. Or maybe it’s Bebé. I don’t know how fancy she is. She’s a funny looking cat. Usually she’s pretty cool to work with, but sometimes, something will get her going and then its just yap-yap-yap-yap-yap… But as coworkers go, I could get a lot worse. She has a creepy habit of watching…

There are many things about modern English, both Their version and Ours, that are… well… odd. Sometimes, there are almost rational explanations; like why red onions and red cabbage are purple and not red (it’s because when English was young -what we call Old English- there were fewer words. Especially adjectives. The word ‘red’ referred…

Good morning friends and family. Please join me in saying good morning to Admiral Whisker Wiggles. I’m not sure if that is actually his name. Considering I just made it up, it is probably not. But since I don’t take notes when I meet my friends’ cats, his name is now Admiral Whisker Wiggles. I…

I suspect ulterior motives. These two can’t even play nice with each other. If either one were twenty pounds lighter, the other would probably eat them.  I’m not saying they’re fat, but actually,  yeah. I am. These two are a couple of fat-assed cats. The front window isn’t a wildlife special on the Discovery Channel.…

A new fury feline friend for most of you, say hello to Jejuninesses Goyangi. Or just “June” for short. They are Soggy Sox the Third’s three-quarters cousin once removed on their mother’s side. I will follow June’s example as I prepare for another summer backyard bash, and spend most of my today napping. I will…

Good morning, friends and family. We’ve made to another Thursday. Well, this started on Thursday. I fell asleep in the chair while writing. It still is Thursday, but it’s well past post time. So again, the not-so-daily Haiku will be less daily. Sorry. But that does give me another opportunity for blurberitizing. We’ll have to…

I Haikued yesterday, but never posted it. I didn’t even write a blurble. I would like to apologize to Mr Figgs, of course. He was looking forward to this Haiku, and he didn’t even complain when 9am came and went without a glimpse of it. He’s such a good boy. And to all my devoted…

For those of you who have not met him, Mr Popo is a large cat. Not just the classic “chonky boy” type large, which he is, but also just big. And while the cat tree isn’t built for just tiny, delicate, kitten-type cats; Mr Popo’s presence does give the structural engineers pause. He is also…

FlooferNoofer just wants to be friends with the birds. The delicious, delicious, birds… This is an older picture. There aren’t actually any cats watching the bird feeders this morning. Most of them are in the catios right now. They have been denied access to the outside for most of the past week, on account of…

I also want snacks. I have not yet eaten breakfast. There is no reasonable explanation for why I haven’t, I think I’m just that lazy in the morning. A cup of coffee, a comfortable chair, and a cat in my lap; and the grumbly in my tumbly becomes white-noise. A background hum, harmonizing with the…