No Sleep for the Weary

One of the things about having cats is that cats by nature are nocturnal animals. Why just this evening Jean-Claude tried to climb in the window. I was half asleep and thought someone was breaking in the house. Due to the rush of adrenaline, I’m now up and writing my first blog post in months!

Well maybe if I go bake cookies, I can get to sleep.

From Buzzfeed: Cat Dressed As Shark on Vacuum Cleaner

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In keeping with the popular Shark trend, this cat decided to dress as a shark. it’s riding a vacuum cleaner.

http://instagram.com/p/crXixBPgOU/

The Heat & Keeping Cats Cool

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They’rrrrreeeee Back!

After several weeks, months really, at Azeena’s house, the cats are back in residence at my house. For the better part of a day, Koko followed me around to make sure that I was still there. She even enjoyed her ride over without her normal meows and exorcist act of trying to break out the cage.

I have lots of cat pictures to post and lots of topics that I need to catch the blog world up on.

Right now Azeena and I are attending a local start up group that meets at night, because there aren’t enough hours in the day. It’s a great idea that I hope other cities can pick up on.

Angry Birds

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Angry Birds is a video game and app,  millions use it.   Koko, the domestic short-hair, spent a great deal of time today in the big tree in my back yard with her own version of angry birds – two birds from the same family seemed to delight in tormenting Koko as she attempted to dialogue with them.  Up she climbed to almost to the top of the tree has one bird would fly close and then fly away and the other would peck her tail.    Jean Claude, the black Bombay,  himself a past target of these “angry birds,” just watched quietly at the comical spectical of me trying to coax Koko from the tree and throwing small stones at the birds to keep them from her.   Finally I gave up, when in the house and called CCL who said “just leave her in the tree,” she’ll come down.   Shortly after I went upstairs and turned myself to other things, something told me to go to the back door.  Sure enough as I looked outbackyard, Koko was climbing down the tree.  She apparently had enough of the angry, teasing birds and was  ready to come inside the house to some peace and some good eats.