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Can Sushi Cat defeat Spaghetti Cat?
Sushi:
Spaghetti:
If you don’t know what Spaghetti Cat is, spread the word. We saw it first on The Soup, which we’re addicted to:
Spaghetti Cat would not leave, however:
If you’re distracted by lolcats at work all day, new evidence from evolutionary biology suggests it’s not your fault. A study from Yale explains that human visual attention evolved to track images of animals — and lolcat images awaken our buried evolutionary impulses.
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Oh my God… watch this, thanks again Bernie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBGlm0Sye8Y
What makes the freak of nature so strange is the heads are on opposite ends of the reptile’s shell.
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Check this out. A guy attached a wireless webcam to his cat’s collar, to record what the cat was seeing in his daily jaunts. The photo galleries begin here.
Just submitted to I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER? by me, our very own Mojo…
Also, what is the name of the actual font that is used for doing image macros? The ‘real’ font… I need its name, so that I can make these the right way myself!
Where the wife and I bother and annoy Mojo into performing! Includes gratuitous butt shot.
Found by Jameth…
It was one year ago today that Furio died. :(
So, we 100% cleaned every last inch of our apartment today. Everything. Literally. The place is immaculate. Except our actual desks, they’re a mess, but will get done tomorrow. The place just feels wonderful now. Rearranged stuff as well, so our office now has like twice the floor space. Vacuumed like mad, too. The carpets feel brand new.
Mojo is still sulking, ten hours later.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f55HkPTmsvw
Some pissed off pussy.
We might get a new companion kitty for Mojo. She’s about 4 to 4.5 years old. When
Now here’s where it gets tricky. Furio was a pure rescue, and was kind of meant to live with us. No two ways about it. Mojo before Furio came into the picture was very chatty, vocal, and hyper-loving. After Furio came in, she wasn’t quite as loving, and her constant chirping and chattering all but went away. She seemed a bit less active overall, compared to pre-Furio (except for playing with/gently scrapping with Furio). After Furio’s death, she was extremely quiet, but that last week in CT was a circus as well with moving. Once we got settled into our new apartment in Seattle, away from other kitties, she got very chatty again, and just as loving. She’s like her old self again.
But… we both are thinking she might be lonely. She was never one for trying to sneak out of the apartments we’ve lived in. Never, ever. Today she bolted right past Andi when she was bringing in laundry. Comically, our hallway in our apartment is very, very heavy doors and closed off. She had literally nowhere to go. Mojo ran the length of the hall, looked around, ran back the other way, and kind of went “Shit!” and then got shooed back inside by my wife.
I’m torn myself. She seems happier now, based on her vocalization and activity level. But I don’t know if that’s due to loneliness from not having Furio around, or if she IS happier as a solo cat (that needs extra human loving), or what. What do you all think?
EDIT: asking for opinions because nothing would crush me more than bringing a kitten or grown kitty from a shelter, only to have it not work out–and Mojo would stay ahead of the new guy, obviously. It would be mean to her, us, and the poor new kitty.
The night before last night, Mojo skulked around the apartment, alternately growling and running away from open windows and the screened in door to the porch, from the moderate ruckus of the neighborhood fireworks. Last night, she was even worse off, and looked pretty scared all evening. When someone a building over from us let off what sounded like a quarter stick–I don’t know if it was for sure, but it was loud as Hell and scared the crap out of us, let alone her… she immediately ran and hid behind the toilet in the bathroom all night long. Now, tonight, on the 4th, we’re going out, and it’s going to be even more insane.
She never really had to deal with fireworks in her previous neighborhoods. In Ansonia, there just wasn’t much in the way of fireworks happening, except for one time when our downstairs neighbor went berserk and practically set the street itself on fire (cops nipped that one right in the bud). In New Haven, the neighborhood was just too quiet. Rich old people didn’t try to blow things up so much. This neighborhood in Magnolia is very, very quiet, but it seems like everyone wants to be a pyrotechnician the past 48 hours. Poor kitty.
…the fireworks that everyone is firing off all over are scaring the Hell out of her.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTb8SZB7FAA
EDIT: note my fly old watch, yo.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sspZfcZ0L74
The big tuxedo at the end trying to eat the camera was Furio, our boy that we lost last year. :(
The girl kitty in the window is Mojo, who’s sleeping beside me now. That was our apartment in New Haven, CT.
Well, not really. I just found it funny when I realized Mojo snuck onto the web cam I use for work back east for like the past hour, grooming herself the whole time.
This actually reminds me, I need to build a new home page for myself. I’m getting tired of using this one. Maybe I’ll use my custom Google home page…
I walked into the living room just now for something, and found Mojo lounging against our poor old dead 24″ flat screen television (the one I dropped when we moved in).
The stormy weather we had has completely passed, and the high faux skylights we have in the living room are blasting down on her. I didn’t even notice her at first until I heard her very quietly purring away, with her eyes closed…
We drove from Butte, Montana to Seattle and arrived late last night. I’m sitting in my in-law’s living right now with
We’re already starting to nose around classified ads on Craiggs List and in the Seattle PI, looking for apartments. We’re thinking (in order of preference), 1. Ballard, 2. Capital Hill, 3. West Seattle. Ballard, I think, I would prefer the most, or West Seattle, if it’s close (or vaguely close) to the water and Elliot Bay. Up next, though, after the Internets are up and running at the inlaws is to pick out a good self storage place. ABF says that our stuff will arrive as planned on either Monday or Tuesday, so we’ll likely be loading it’s contents into storage on Wednesday next week. After that… Andi’s job hunt, and looking for our own permanent lodging. Adjusting to life out here. I’m feeling pretty tired and out of sorts, still, after the pure chaos of the two weeks before we left (packing, Furio’s death, you name it) and the past weeks’ driving.
We’re going to move the mattress in the spare bedroom on the first floor up into the finished attic, so everyone in the house has a bit more privacy (both our in-laws, and us). The spare bedroom will then serve as a sort of ad-hoc office for me, while we’re here for a while. Mojo is up there now, with her food and litter. Andi’s parents have a cat of their own, a crotchety old indoor-outdoor girl named Gabrielle who is wildly territorial. Mojo, from previous experience, does not play well with other girl kitties. So, we keep them separated, but my mother in law wanted to let Mojo down from the attic for a bit to explore the house (Gabrielle was outside). So far, our little girl seems to be adjusted fairly OK, but cries a bit when we’re not with her, especially since she’s alone without Furio. We slept downstairs last night, but will be upstairs from now on. It’ll be a bit easier on her, then. Plus, we’re going to setup Andi’s own PC upstairs, so that I’ll have less distractions in the office while working. It’ll be good for Mojo, that way, as well.
Sitting here, in this house, is a bit odd. I’ve never had a good family life before. My parents, as parenting skills go, were monsters. I’m still, along with people who knew me through that, amazed that I’m not utterly fucked up from it. I have no idea why I’m not. But this… this is just surreal, and I feel like I won the lottery. Sitting around the dinner table with Andi and her parents last night, sitting around the table this morning with Andi and her mom, just chatting over coffee… yeah. I’m feeling like the luckiest guy in the world right about now.
About the rest of the drive, yesterday: what else can I say about the Rockies, and then driving through the Cascade Mountains? Brilliant. Utterly, singularly brilliant. We are going back. I haven’t seen even 1/10000th of what I want to see out in that country. Also, new cool amazing thing: the Columbia River Gorge is just unearthly in it’s beauty. Once we get into proper shape, again at long last, I have every intention I think of hiking that amazing place.
It’s also apparently monsoon season here in Western Washington, but it’s just a bit gray outside and pleasantly cool–not too unpleasant, at all. If this is what it’s like most of the time through autumn and winter, I can definitely get used to it.
