Bonus Post: A Tribute to Peepers

About two years ago, I lost my pet goldfish Peepers.  To this day, I still remember her fondly and believe quite adamantly that fish are severely underrated pets.  They don’t bite (unless you own a shark).  They don’t destroy the furniture.  They don’t leave surprises on the rug.  Furthermore, Peepers was a very sweet fish indeed.  She would follow me around when I went to different sides of her bowl, and if I needed to reach in to readjust her bridge, sometimes she would swim alongside my hand.

Bonus Time: Yet Another Cat Nap

The other day, I couldn’t find my kitty Elsa.  She spends most of her time with me in the living room, either on the blankets on the couch, specifically placed there as an extra soft place for her to nap, or on a dining room chair.  With the cat missing from her two most frequented spots, I went searching for her.

Elsa Adopts a Plastic Mouse

At the risk of seeming overly obsessed with my cat, I decided to create another cuteness-dump of her antics.  Elsa is a grey tabby cat I got just over two years ago, and I don’t know if my overwhelming adoration for her is simply due to the fact that I did not have a cat for a year or so prior to her adoption into the family or because she is indeed as adorable as I make her out to be.  Probably the latter.  With 2016 at a close, I wanted to show off a few more cute pictures of my youthful and silly feline.  Now, I ask myself, are complete strangers really interested in photos of my pet?  I dunno.  But will I try, nonetheless, with courage and gusto to make her an Internet celebrity?  Yes.  Yes, I will.

Elsa Says “Ah”

Maybe I’m rather biased, but sometimes it seems as if my cat exceeds the average level of cuteness displayed by most felines.  I also know people seem to enjoy pictures of cute and cuddly kitties, so sharing such things with you all is surely one of the kindness things I can do.  No need to thank me; I’m happy to do it.

My kitty Elsa sleeps in all manner of silly ways.  You may have seen posts describing how she enjoys sleeping on her back or wrapped up in blankets.  She also sometimes uses my computer’s power…thingy as a pillow.  You know, that big, block of a thing that’s part of a laptop’s power cord?  Well, it gets warm when the computer’s on, so she naps next to it, or on it, a lot.  No pictures to share of that at this time, but maybe someday.

When Cats Use Objects as They Were Actually Intended

Cats are pretty adorable creatures.  Sometimes, it almost feels as if they’re doing it on purpose, and it really only makes it that much cuter that they’re not.  They were just born that way.  There has always been one thing in particular I found especially endearing, and that was when kitties sleep under blankets like people.  I don’t know why, but seeing a cat napping with just its head visible has always been a pretty goofy sight, and I never pass up an opportunity to photograph it, that I may share it with the world.

I used to have a Manx named Arwen well-versed in this ancient kitty technique.  On more than one occasion, I would find that she had decided to pull a blanket over herself, after which a nap would ensue in utmost comfort.  Had she learned this from watching me (I hope she didn’t watch me while I slept….)?  Or was she just a kitty ahead of her time?  She could open sliding doors, after all.  Either way, her adopted brother Alex never did such things.  I think it was because he wasn’t super bright, and he was a big dude and probably had plenty of warmth-giving padding anyway.  But mainly because he just wasn’t all that clever.  He was still a nice boy, though.

The Reason Elsa’s Toys Are Always Moist

Recently, my cat Elsa has begun a very strange habit.  To put it simply, she drowns her toys.  Despite having many pets over the years, I have never seen this before.  You see, starting a few weeks ago, Elsa’s jingly mouse toys have been ending up in her water bowl.  I thought she had been doing it by accident, as she likes to toss them, but it just kept happening, leading me to wonder if itwas, in fact, entirely on purpose.

The Duck Dreams of Fishing with Elsa

A few weeks ago, I had a few strange dreams I want to share with all of you.  In the first dream, I remember this odd town that had this fenced off section with really cool, old-fashioned buildings.  I wanted to show my mom this place, but when I wandered through the gates to check it out, a wedding was taking place there.  Awkward…  I eventually decided I better not linger, so I left.  By the time my mom showed up, however, the wedding had already cleared out, and we went to this beautiful white, two story building, which turned out to be a restaurant.  Here, my dad showed up, and we sat down to have lunch.  I think we got our drinks, but I don’t think our waitress ever returned, so I think we were considering leaving at that point.  This dream seems to be further proof I love food too much because I always seem to end up in restaurants lately….

All Species Enjoy Marshmallows

You may have heard that I have a fairly new pet, a grey tabby cat named Elsa Vanille.  Elsa, for short.  (And no, she’s not named after the Frozen character.  Just forget about that movie, people!  Every time I go to the store, I hear little kids asking their parents for Elsa merchandise, if it’s available.  And while it’s a perfectly good movie, this confuses me to no end because the first Elsa that comes to mind now is my cat.  Just…let it go, let it…  Okay, I’ll stop.)  Ahem.  Well, while Elsa was quite a feisty thing back in the day (and by “back in the day”, I mean several months ago), well, she is still quite feisty, but in a manner that is far less annoying.  In fact, I’ve grown quite attached to her, and I thought I’d share a couple of her goofy antics, which are cute enough to warm even the heart of the abdominal snowman himself.  Or herself.  But then again, that would be an abdominal snowlady….  Let’s return to the topic now.

So, What Elsa is New

Well, I just got a new cat, what’s new with you?…

Ahem, yeah, I have a cat again. For the first time in over a year. And I don’t recall getting a cat ever being this difficult before. I went to a bunch of different pet stores on the lookout for the right cat, but many were unfriendly, too hyper, or when I did find one I liked, I’d pet it, and then get hit with a mad case of asthma. There are better ways to die than asphyxiation. I’ll pass.

Peepers Levels Up

(This was written back during Peepers’ pre-ghost days, and I just didn’t bother changing it….)  I like to spoil my fish, and I care very much about her fishy happiness, so one day, I decided to give my popeyed goldfish, Peepers, a snack. I read that she could eat various aquatic plants, plus certain vegetables, like bell peppers (which seems bizarre, but okay), and since I had some bell peppers all cut up and ready for some hardcore fajitas, I gave her a piece. She didn’t like it, it seemed, and after trying and failing to coax her to approach it, I just left it floating in her bowl for a while, but she would have no part in it, or, to be more precise, she would have no part OF it. Still determined to give her a delicious treat, I then went down to the local pet store to see what kind of live plants they had for aquariums. I found several types and, having no idea which was best, I just picked the greenest I could find, and I brought it home and planted it in her bowl, though I felt a little guilty, as I thought this might very well be rather disrespectful to that poor, lovely plant, considering I was putting it there to get massacred by my pet.