basket case

I thought it would be fun to try basket making.

But, like, without buying a slew of supplies. 

And I've got tons of paper, sooooooo...

Yeah, I'm definitely taking apart the sides and I'll try something else - smaller - probably yarn.

In cat news, I got to hang out with Peter today.

Like all cats across the globe, he knows when his photo is about to be taken, and prepares to lick his nether regions. Cats!

Meanwhile, upstairs, Taco was watching birds, unaware that I was cheating on him with another cat. 

That's enough cat butt for today. 

😉

Taco might actually be a dog

Isn't that a face that dogs usually make?

Taco looks good on red

Taco says hi. 

Figured I should throw in a cat post before throwing down a bunch more resistance art. 

😉

You deserve a Taco Tuesday! :)

"What....

I feel a...

Yawwwwwwwwwwn....coming on."

But he finishes with a perfect goofy grin.

basic window operation

"dis window bwoken"

Windows are hard to operate, sometimes.

"HUMOM can you fix dis?"

Curtains are complicated.

Taco Tuesday - cat spy

Taco and I spent a long time staring through the door together.

 

 Sometimes Peter would stare back at us.

 

And sometimes he would nap.

Taco kept sticking his paw through and trying to swipe at Peter.

Peter just doesn't care.

Taco meows with indignation throughout the ordeal.

I keep telling Taco to mind his manners, or else his friend won't come back to visit us again.

cat party

During the cat party...

After the cat party....

There was much paper-crinkling and catnip consumed.

Taco and the screen creature

WHAT IS THAT?

Oh. It's a moth.

A really BEEFY moth.

Does its mouth creep you out, too?

It has a hairy butt.

It has a furry belly, too.

 If there's one thing I have learned from macro photography, it's that bugs are really hairy.

I had to shut the window so that Taco didn't launch himself out the third story window.
He has good battle instincts, but bad gravity instincts.

Taco twinkle toes

I heard a slight rustling noise in the kitchen, behind me.

Ever alert for unusual noises - you never know what Taco is going to get into next - I look around, and then peek around the corner of the fridge. 

Gotta sniff these magnets. Never know when you'll get another chance at this.

This box is open. I expected him to fall in at any second and require a rescue.

Look at his crazy toes, straddling the box edge.

He decided enough was enough, turned around and leaped down like the feline master of physics that he is.

I was impressed.

Taco Tuesday - he murders that which cannot be murdered

Okay, I'm going to let you in on a cat toy secret.
Ready?
Ping pong balls.
They're perfect.
Cats can't eat them, they're really cheap, and you can toss one in the bathtub and close the curtain for instant kitty mayhem.

Only...
Taco has started to figure out how to eat them.

damnit


In other news, Good Omens is a really awesome read, and I am totally loving my sunshine-yellow toe polish.

Taco Tuesday - deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerp

I wasn't really planning to post anything today. But then, at the eleventh hour, a magical moment occurred.

derp...

derp!

derp?

The atmosphere in the room was positively GLEEFUL as I confirmed that these images were captured.
I love this cat!

Taco Tuesday - kill face?

This is what Taco looks like when he's thinking really hard about pouncing and/or murdering something.
But he's not quite ready yet.
(Gotta wait for his pupils to dilate all the way before he moves.)

This is the face he makes when there is a bird outside.

And he chatters, he doesn't meow. It sounds like he has a stutter.
BI-I-I-I-I-IIIIIIIRDS!!!!

And a look of disappointment as he realizes, once again, that the birds will not be throwing themselves through the window, as he has requested so many times.


Happy Cinco, my little chickadees!

Taco cleans up

We've got a little bit of a moth issue, so it's not uncommon for me to squish one on the wall, and then run off to find something to wipe it off with.

This time, though, Taco beat me to it.

He licked a dead moth off the wall. 

Ew.

Ewwwwwwwwwwww.

Yeah, that's the face he makes after tasting a moth carcass. 

He looks a little surprised, to me.

Day one of his third year on earth

This is really just to prove that he survived the cat broth.

Happy Monday, cats!

Happy Birthday, Taco!

Today our beloved Taco turns three.

To celebrate, we gave him cat broth.

It sounds like we gave him a broth made out of cats, but trust me on this one, we don't party hard enough to cannibalize.

It looks gross. But he loved it! 

Happy birthday, Taco. We never thought you'd see three. And we are pretty sure you've used up all nine of your lives getting here.

Three steps to a cat party:

1. Catnip

2. Catnap

3. Repeat

Taco is everybody's valentine!

We love you.
It's true.

Taco Tuesday - sprawling into 2015

 The full sprawl.

 Oh, I think he knows how cute he is.

 Belly fur. I'm not ashamed to admit I rub my face in his belly at every opportunity.

A really weird way for Taco to cross his kitty legs. That's his tail looping under whatever you'd call a cat's knee.
Do cats have knees? Or are they called something else if they bend the other way?
(Apparently it doesn't matter which way it bends: it's a knee, but on animals, you'd call it a "stifle." Thanks, google.)