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Feline Friday: Cats Rubbing Themselves on Things!

I would say that Fiona and Pepe spend 70% of their time sleeping, 20% fighting, and 10% rubbing themselves on things.  Because I don’t want to bore you with a sleeping video, and because I would feel exploitative showing you a cat fighting video, here is a montage of the cats rubbing themselves on a variety of normal household items!

As you can see, any old thing is good for a rub.  Fiona is particularly fond of damp towels, pizza boxes, and my laptop screen.  Pepe has more perverted tastes, usually going for unlaundered panty hose and shoes that have just been worn all day.  Oh well, I’m not going to judge, I guess….


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Feline Friday: Stop Joking Those Poor Fainting Kittens, You JERKS!!

If you haven’t seen this adorable fainting kitten video, here it is.  The cuteness is almost unhandle-able.  Unfortunately, this totally adorable condition is actually a totally horrible disease that killed both of these little furballs a couple of weeks ago.

So if you are watching that freaking stupid laser gun version and laughing, cut it out, you assholes!  NOT FUNNY!!

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Feline Friday: Work hard, play hard

Oh me gah.  I had a really intense week– work was crazy, and I went out too much and too late at night…  I am not a huge fan of “I am getting so old” conversations; but I really cannot go out on weeknights anymore without feeling like I’ve been hit by truck when I wake up the next morning at 7 a.m.  I also spent a lot of time practicing guitar and keyboard for my band.

Anyway, I’m pooped.  Fiona knows what I’m talking about: she did the same thing this week!


































Here is what I want to do this weekend:




















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Feline Friday: Happy Halloween!


Did she scare you?  She scares me everyday.  Who knows when that paper bag will be replaced with my face?

Anyway, I hope everyone has a very happy Halloween.  And please don’t dress up your animal unless they like it.  Or unless you are going to put them in something hilarious of this nature:

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Feline Friday: My favorite cat video ever…. the standing cat!

I’ve been pretty busy at work this week, so today, I’m just sharing this incredible video.  If you haven’t seen it yet, you are in for the treat of your life.  When I first saw this six months ago, I almost died of joy.  If I came home and saw the cats standing in the windowsill waiting for me, I would cease to wish for anything ever again.   They are not enthused about standing though– for example, when I try to get them to dance with me, they are not responsive.  Too bad because standing cats are the shiz.

So this is my favorite cat video of all time, which is saying a lot because 85% of  videos that I watch online are cat-related.

In other standing-animal news, this dancing dog is pretty great as well.

And in other animals-doing-human-things news, here is a nice video of a cat sitting slumped over like a sad old drunk.

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Feline Friday: Meet my children, Fiona and Pepe

If you know anything about me at all, you know that I am deeply in love with my cats, Fiona and Pepe.  They are my favorite living things on this or any other planet.  I think they are endlessly fascinating–but I understand that “Guess what my cat did?!” stories are not always appreciated by, well, anyone but the storyteller.

I can’t promise that I won’t talk about my cats, but I can promise that I will try to tone it down.

Here they are:


Age: 3

Birthplace: Inglewood, CA

Three words that describe her: beautiful, angry, skinny

Likes: plastic bags, biting, playing with bottle caps, posing for photos, riding in the car, annoying the shit out of me while I’m trying to sleep

Dislikes: Pepe, being ignored, being held, being by herself

If she could talk, she would sound like: Zsa Zsa Gabor throwing a tantrum (see example)

If she could talk, she would say: [in a French accent] “Look at me!  Look at ME!… No, don’t touch me!  Fuck you!  Leave me alone… No, don’t leave me!… Never mind, get away from me.  You are a bastard! I will kill you… No wait, stay!  Please!… No, fuck off!”

How I got Fiona: I told a co-worker that I wanted a cat, and he said that he took in a pregnant stray who rejected her babies and wouldn’t feed them.  That weekend, I picked up Fiona and her brother, who were only 2 weeks old and freakishly skinny.  My adorable man friend Joe, my friend Liz, and I bottlefed them until they were 6 weeks old.  I gave the brother to a friend, but there is no way I could part with my lovely Fiona.

This is a picture of Joe, holding Fiona on the day we got her.  This is probably my favorite picture in existence.



Age: 2.5

Birthplace: Silver Lake, CA

Three words that describe him: Scared, snuggly, desperate (for love)

Likes: Fiona, hiding from visitors, getting cat massages from me, makin’ biscuits on the fleshiest parts of my body

Dislikes: Strangers, getting picked up, going for car rides, loud noises (or any noises, really)

If he could talk, he would sound like: Hans Moleman (see example)

If he could talk, he would say: “I have a lot of feelings… let’s smoosh our faces together for awhile.  I love you.  Wait, you have a FRIEND COMING OVER?!?!?!?!” [hides for two days]

How I got Pepe: Fiona was clearly starting to get lonely after about a year, so I decided to adopt a brother for her.  I went to Sante D’Or (a great no-kill shelter in Atwater Village), and picked out the most lovable kitten I could find.  And when I brought him home, Fiona was IRATE– I was afraid to leave them alone together because I was thought that she would murder him.  I called the shelter in tears, and they assured me that this was normal.  They said that within a couple of weeks, the cats would be the best of friends– playing, bathing each other, etc.  That became sort of true: now Fiona like to lick Pepe for about 15 seconds before she starts biting his skull.

However, Pepe still loves Fiona, and I think Fiona likes having something around all day, even if she’s just constantly bumping into him and saying, “Oh, it’s YOU. Le sigh.”

So there you have it– pure cat love.  If you think it’s stupid, just get a feline and watch your heart melt.  Seriously.

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