Joe Szilagyi

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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…

I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER?

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 found and rescued Furio, Mojo was about a year old. Furio seemed to love her from the get-go. He was always playful with her all his life, but was skittish around other humans he didn’t know. Mojo is better with humans, but in all her interactions with other kitties she’s a phenominal grouch. She hissed, spit, and beat up on Furio (loved tackling him into and pinning him against pillows on the bed). When she’d occassionally bump into our in-law’s old grumpy 12 year old cat while we stayed there, Mojo would put on a wonderfully grand show of disdain.

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?

Mojo (top), Furio (bottom)

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.