Now that daylight savings time has really come into full swing, the kitties are taking advantage of the sun finally shining onto their cat tree.
Two very content little kitties.
xoxo,
Jenn
I’ve been taking Miaosie out for more walks lately to keep her crazy energy in check. If she’s not stimulated or exercised, she gets mean!
I think I’ve been doing a good job. She’s generally pooped out and sleeping.
Of course she gets the top spot though. Cleopatra is just too nice.
xoxo,
Jenn
Both my kitties are about two and a half now. I think they’re really growing into their looks.
xoxo,
Jenn
Miaosie has been a nudist for a while. Her lovely little silver collar broke a couple of weeks ago and she couldn’t wear her cute little “Miaosie” heart nametag. Since she had no collar, she had no bell to clink against her nametag. Miaosie has been in stealth mode.
No longer. Michael bought her a new collar. It’s nowhere as cute as her old silver one, but it’ll do. I’ve been getting sick of being pounced on and bit whenever I startle her since I can’t hear where she is.
She’s once again a collared beast.
Cleo didn’t have a nametag. She had a collar, but it was free. She was basically free from the SPCA anyway. She’s a bargain kitty.
We finally decided she’s a real part of the family. She has a nametag now. Cutie.
I liked her better like this.
xoxo,
Jenn
It was so nice in San Francisco a couple of weeks ago. Probably unseasonably nice. The rain moved in last week and hasn’t let up a bit at all.
Miaosie has been cooped up and crying by the door every day for the last week. She wants a walk. Michael and I took advantage of a lull in the rain, quickly saddled her up, and took her outside for a chilly play session.
She loved it. Then got really freaked out by a random passerby and tried to run back to the apartment lobby door. 
xoxo,
Jenn
She loves it obviously.
xoxo,
Jenn
I honestly thought I was going to have to hunt for the carcass of a pigeon somewhere in my apartment this morning.
I woke up, saw the cats sleeping peacefully with me on the bed, went to the kitchen for some tea, and found feathers all over the floor.
Oh my god.
Where did this come from?
Seriously. What happened?
As far as I can tell, one of the cats must have swiped a pigeon who was stupid enough to land on the ledge right outside the window. I don’t know if the bird got inside and then flew back out or if one of the cats just pawed it. The window is actually almost all the way closed so I don’t think there’s any way a pigeon could have flown in, but what the hell!?
Which one of the cats was it? No idea, but my money is on Miaosie. She had a little white fluffy feather next to her on the blue fuzzy robe when I woke up.
I gingerly poked around the bags on the floor and looked in to their favorites spots and saw no dead pigeon so I think we’re in the clear. There was also no blood. Ugh. Hopefully nothing starts smelling bad in the next couple of days.
xoxo,
Jenn
 | Oldcat on Feathered friend? |
 | Al on Feathered friend? |
 | Michelle P. on Barely fitting. |
