Pawnage.

Before I make use of tonight's new start with not allowing her to sleep with us (it's a trial, don't worry, we'll probably cave), I thought I should post this picture...

This came from a morning about two weeks ago when I awoke to see her sitting on John's chest staring out the window. She loves to look outside - all the people coming and going; delivery trucks are especially exciting for some reason. Sometimes I think she's making up stories about them in her head, her stare can be so intense I just can't image what she's thinking...

On this particular morning, I found it beyond endearing that not only was she people watching, but she was perched on her person, with her paw on his paw. When I showed this to John when he woke up there was only one word he could say: "Owned."

The Life.

I came home to this one day last week - lounging in the sun, cleaning herself, with her little "bird" toy by her side. I made a mental note, if there's an afterlife, I might want to come back as this cat...you know, minus the whole having to lick my own butt thing...and pooping into a box of blue crystals. 

The Look of Love

This has got to be one of my favorite pictures of Foxy ever...and wouldn't you know, after 7 years of taking care of her every need and after saving her from the garbage-eating life of a stray, she'd repay me by never, ever, ever looking at me this way.

Rather, this look came as a result of a random night of catching John up on Lost, me cuddled with the two of them on the couch...and after he got up to get something from the kitchen, she was disturbed, then visually upset and then finally, as he rounded the corner to come back into the living room, she was...

this.

ZZZZZZ....

I took this about two months ago, before we started this blog. I love that he's SOUND asleep and she looks as content as content could be.

She ain't heavy, unless I'm sleeping.

My view around 8:30am one morning.

Sigh.

Nails

Yesterday I got my nails done and I also did Foxy's nails. I figured it was time when she was trying to walk to John one night in bed and was actually sticking to the sheets. Anyway, to appease her after the truly life-and-death experience her meowing would lead one to believe nail-clipping is, I gave her some catnip afterward. She got excited for a few minutes and then proceeded to clean herself. And clean herself. And clean herself.

Who knew - goat cheese = catnip and catnip = time to bathe rabidly.

Warning: Gross Content

Don't say you weren't warned...and no, this is not poop, it's yet another one of the vomit episodes Foxy's food is responsible for.

This however, was the last straw with said food and said vomiting...the red fabric you see belongs to none other than my all time favorite kimono that I wear with my nightgowns; waking up to put it on one morning and finding THIS was it.

I threw away the rest of that food and have filled her bowl with non-"hairball control" cat chow. I'll keep you posted.