sunday morning breakfast

notice the unbreakable concentrated look.....

while i'm dreaming of waffles, someone else is dying for poultry!

if looks could kill!

growing up, i never took a great deal of photos of any of my pets. it is something i now lament since many of the memories i have of them are mostly recorded in my head and vague [what did hamster #11 look like again??]. so, as an adult i decided i would take lots of pictures. thankfully, digital cameras have been created — no more dealing with film and waiting for processing {and being disappointed with overexposures or blurred images AND having to pay for it!}. instant gratification :))

amusingly, the camera can be our best friend or worst enemy. yes, i admit it, i'm vain: i rip up (delete) pictures where i've been caught with bad hair and some strange expression on my face, looking like a deer caught in a car's headlights in the middle of the night! i get annoyed by that person who always comes out looking great in every single photo! luckily, i have more good photos than bad ones. my rule, though, is never have your picture taken when you're not feeling 100%.

such is life — sometimes you can't avoid being photographed. the camera doesn't lie (but photoshop™ does!).

and, as the saying goes: a picture is worth a thousand words. even cats have their bad days.

friend and foe — a cat (& mouse) tale

well, after 2 1/2 hours of non-stop hardcore playing with a long lost friend (rediscovered hidden behind a bookshelf), the brown devil decided it was time for a nap. from the look of it, it's more of a coma! ;o

i've decided my cat is strange.

as a kitten, he developed a love-hate relationship with his mouse. he carries it around the house in his mouth, talks to it with little meows, and lays down on it to fall asleep. other times, he beats the cr*p out of it, growling at his long-tailed friend and throwing him the air with his mouth. one time i found him trying to bring it in the litterbox — i don't even want to know what he was going to do with it in there! i grabbed it away and hid it for two weeks.


as you can see from the picture, peace has been restored. poor mouse — ended up in the water bowl while being heavily assaulted by paws and jaws. i think my cat finally realized the moral of the story: wet mice don't slide well on wood floors ;))

bad kitty! bad!!!!......

my cat, like every other cat i have known, has his ways. suffice it to say, there is never a dull moment around here since he arrived a little over a year ago and, when i think about it, it's probably more accurately said that he has his way of wrapping me around his little paws.

his newest obsession, of late, is fresh running water. forget the cat water bowl ..... 5 minute old water is just no longer any good for him. of course, he has now familiarized himself with every faucet in the house and somehow knows EXACTLY when i am near one, leading him to come running full force, howling for water even if he doesn't want it. since burmese cats are clumsy by nature, he invariably smacks into a wall or doesn't make it over the bathtub in time. good thing he has a hard head. LOL.

in spite of howling, meowing & yowling and being told, "NO! enough already!!" he persists trying to wear me down. no doubt he knows a sucker when he sees one and continues on, acting as if it will be his last lick of water before collapsing and passing out. this, of course, does wear me down. in defeat, the tap turns on and peace is restored.

one tap, however, is strictly off limits (big surprise that that one is his favourite?). cats and kitchens i won't put up with. as a kitten, he decided "counter surfing" was a fun activity and sought out anything edible other than cat food. {hmmm, 2 loaves of freshly made & perfect looking challah bread devoured by sharp kitten teeth comes to memory; at least he left a pretty pattern}. since there is no door on the kitchen, keeping him out of there was next to impossible. after a lot of training, i thought i had him "broken", until this —

old habits die hard.