Lately, the vet (for some reason unknown to me because the cat looks perfectly fine) has given us guidelines for feeding the cat less food. Am I the only one that thinks he looks perfectly fine?

Anyway, tonight I was talking about how the cat has been whining about no food in his dish like all the time.

Me: “Should I call the vet and make sure that we don’t need to feed him a little more? I mean, it seems like he’s hungry ALL the time.”

Tommy: “I think you should call the vet and ask if we can turn the cat into a dog.”

Well, that wasn’t very damn nice. I mean…look at him….on the table waiting just in case we feel the need to feed?

Turn the cat into a dog…ridiculous! Who needs a dog when we have him?

Another example of global warming this week in Texas for you.  Brrrrrr!  The Boy asked me to go outside and have a snowball fight with him…but what he should have said was “Hey, can you come out and be a target?”  He had stockpiled a ton of pre-made snowballs in the bed of the pickup truck and was standing there behind the cab ready to fire at me as I walked out the door.

I didn’t stay out there very long.  Sneaky kid.  I have to ask…wasn’t Christmas like almost three months ago?  What gives with all this snow in March?  We moved here to get away from storms like this.

But The Boy is having a blast, so it’s not all bad.  It’s rare he gets enough snow to even make a snow ball.  He’ll just have to find another target.

No matter how much HE tries to claim it is so…it is not. See?

It’s just that his winter coat is preventing him from laying down completely on his side. He is a sweet, slim kitty. Not the black and white wrapped sausage that some say he is.

Now go visit The Friday Ark.

Well, a window really…but it seems to work for him. See?

Either that, or he’s stalking his reflection. Now, go visit The Friday Ark.

We got a new digital camera and decided to try it out on the cat. And he seriously despises it. See?

Needless to say, The Boy gave kitty some distance after taking this shot. Now, go visit The Friday Ark.

P.S. We got a Nikon Coolpix S200 in a pretty red color in case you were wondering. So far, it seems to be a good choice.

Pardon the production value here as this pic was taken by The Boy on his cell. But it’s so hard to get our sweet kitty’s dark side on record, I just had to show you.

When our kitty is in this mood, you have three choices:

1. Run screaming from the room like a little girl (but if you do you have to be fast – he will chase you and jump to bite your butt!).

2. Protect your neck from the vampire kitty attack.

3. Grab the kitty and put him in his naughty spot (the laundry room).

I usually opt for option three. He only does this to me and The Boy. Somehow Tommy is immune to these moods…..

Now that you’ve seen our danger kitty, go check out the Friday Ark.

Tommy built a new computer this week. Somewhere during the process, Chocolate Chip decided it was his.

“Try to move me and you die.”

Needless to say, I thought that was a good place for him and decided to leave well enough alone.

Don’t forget to go visit The Friday Ark.

Well, at least that’s what The Boy calls it. Probably because he thinks for Chocolate Chip it’s the same as Superman’s fortress is for him. We watched Superman Returns a couple weeks ago – I guess that brought it to mind.

Anyway, we got our kitty a new bed. See?

“There, you got your damn picture.”

“God I hate the paparazzi.”

Now go visit The Friday Ark.

The other day I walked in the house after running errands, and this is what I saw:

I’m not sure, but I think he wanted to play. The toy had been behind the couch across the room when I left the house. Silly cat.

Don’t forget to go visit The Friday Ark.

One of my guilty pleasures is I like to have a few caramels with my lunch after I get back from the gym (this is four or normally five times a week if we’re counting). Anyway, I like to sit with my tray and watch one of my other guilty pleasures (“Days of our Lives”) while I eat. The other day as I was making my sandwich I glanced over to see this:

I said, “No, Kitty!”

He said, “Dammit, now I’ll never get the caramels.”

Poor kitty. Now go visit The Friday Ark.