if there was any justice in this world

cats think they're so sneaky...

bear (the dog) has to go outside. all he thinks about is coming back inside.

kismet (the cat) has to stay inside. all she thinks about is going outside.

kismet thinks she's being such a help:

"look!" she says. "he's ready to come in! open the door!!"

i know what's really going on in that bratcat-brain of hers:

"look! if you open the door, i can slip out while he slips in!"

actually, i think her thoughts are much deeper than that:

"all they (that would be us people-types) do all day long is let that dumb dog (she doesn't hold bear in very high regard) in and out...in and out...in and out. he doesn't want out! i want out! what kind of fool world is this? the only cosmically just thing to do is to keep him in and let me out!

hmmmph. dumb humans. forget it. i'm off to rip up a roll of paper towels."

cats aren't nearly as subtle as they'd like to think.

peace & light -

m'lis

the picture of innocence

believe it or not, the post i made before this one is actually a mere ghost of its original self. i had written one much longer, saved it, and ran off to take some pictures. when i returned, my exquisitely crafted post (and who's to say otherwise now??) had become lost in cyberhell, and i was forced to redo the whole shebang. nothing like a little nonconsensual editing to end the day.

but the bratcats have demanded that i publicly state that they had nothing to do with the case of the missing post. and to prove it, they insist i share one of the pictures that i was taking while the evil www monster was greedily munching on my poor post. so here it is:

frankly, i still don't trust them. kismet (the one on the left) just looks too much like the cat that ate the canary.

or the post, as the case may be.

i'm watching you, girls.

peace & light -

m'lis

bratcats 101

The other passion in my life (or the only other one I'm going to admit to in front of strangers) is our Bengal cats, Kismet and Destiny (catchy, huh?).

Destiny is a feline athlete extraordinaire, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! OK - maybe she only can jump straight up 6 feet, but that's still a lot in cat-distance. A weird one, is my Destiny. She's been known to use potatoes as toys, with one particularly favorite spud finding itself knocked off the kitchen counter, across the kitchen and dining room floors, down the stairs, past the landing, through the basement library, around 2 corners and down the long hallway to come to rest outside my bedroom door. Was she hoping I'd get up at 2AM and mash that puppy for her? And I'm not talking small potatoes here - that thing weighed nearly as much as she does. I shouldn't complain, I guess; at least it didn't wind up in the toilet, where all of her other toys eventually meet their demise.

And then there's Kismet. Excuse me...that should read 'Kismet - Queen of All She Sees And Then Some'. She doesn't really care for the paparazzi, so my photos of her are limited. This photo was taken when she was just a wee little thing, before she got all snobby. I had to flip my keyboard up to keep her from editing what I was typing - which effectively stopped whatever typing I was doing anyway. Kismet likes to bring her toys to me so that I can throw them for her to catch. My dog would define this as a rousing game of fetch, but we would never be so crass as to suggest that Kismet would 'fetch' anything for anyone. And woe to my ankles should I fail to notice that Kismet has gifted me with the presence of one of her toys - although even I will admit that ankle-biting is a very effective means of getting someone's attention.

When I am playing with my cat, who knows if I am not a pasttime to her more than she is to me?
- Montaigne

(Oh, believe me - I have no illusions about this.)

The trouble with sharing one's bed with cats is that
they would rather sleep on you than beside you.
- Pam Brown

(I used to worry about disturbing the little dears at
night, until I realized that at 18+ hours a day, they sleep way more than I do. Besides, they just roll in the opposite direction from me, and never lose their place.)

Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats
to pull a sled.
- Jeff Valdez

(Kismet made me add this one. She knows the dog can't read.)

peace & light -

m'lis