Category Archive: cats

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Time change

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I’m being lazy today, so I copied a post I wrote in November of 2018. If it looks familiar, you now know why. I’m glad I copied it — I didn’t realize just… Continue reading

The writer’s not-quite-bright cat

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Other Brother Coon Cat (OBCC) is about to find my last nerve and stomp on it. . I was sleeping soundly when, around 11:45, I heard a BAM, a rustling of bushes, and… Continue reading

$366 Cat

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Other Brother Coon Cat (aka OBCC)  is middle-aged  — almost 9 years old.  This weekend he was going to the litter box at least once every half hour, most of the time nothing… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Why did I become a cat people?!

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I sit here…wondering… “Why did I spend days washing urine-soaked bedding, and what is it about cats that enslaves my heart to the point where I’ve been petting the little B@$tard for 10… Continue reading

Hard

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Ya know… It’s hard. But now that this… …decided to return home, I should be able to sleep again (Bwahahahaha – in my dreams).   He was incensed that I took the litter box,… Continue reading

Why I’ll be up all night

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This: used these… …and this As his personal urinal.  He must have been saving it up in a bladder the size of Rhode Island.    How can a 20 pound coon cat soak… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Cat help

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There are two words in the English language that don’t belong next to eat other:  Cat & Help. Other Brother Coon Cat (OBCC):  Mom is doing laundry. Tiny Terror (TT):  So…what about it?… Continue reading

…and the cat wins again

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I pick it up, he knocks it down, my desk is clean, I turn around, there’s cat hair wedged within the keys and claw marks decorate my knees. He chews upon my tortured… Continue reading

Another day, another 3 a.m. wake up cat.

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3:00 in the morning. This was waiting for me in the kitchen Yes, I fed him. I wanted to live. When I awaken at 7:00 a.m., this will be waiting for me (only… Continue reading

Brain Drain

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I’m looking for my brain.  If anyone out there finds it, there’s no reward.  I think it’s lost inside the bowels of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month).   Why would I want to pay… Continue reading