"Does this box make me look fat?"
-Luna
Love & Tuna!
January 23, 2015
May 11, 2014
Open Letter to a Confusing Kitty
Dear Sweet, Loveable, Cuddly, Very Dumb Luna,
How can you even possibly begin to sleep like this? Are you Gumby? Are you made of Jello? Are you missing some vertebrae? I don't even understand. You're a cat. Not a contortionist. Please explain.
Love,
Sarah
Love & Tuna!
How can you even possibly begin to sleep like this? Are you Gumby? Are you made of Jello? Are you missing some vertebrae? I don't even understand. You're a cat. Not a contortionist. Please explain.
Love,
Sarah
Love & Tuna!
April 15, 2014
Tiny, Tiny Trekkies
What are you doing this lovely Tuesday evening, Sarah?
Oh, ya know...the usual. Watching Star Trek: Next Gen with my cats while consuming an unreasonably large amount of popcorn (which is totally a vegetable, for the record.)
I am well aware that this may be one of the nerdiest/crazy-cat-ladiest sentences I have ever (and possibly will ever) construct. But there it is.
Incidentally, this is the only show I have discovered that all three of my cats will sit quietly and watch. Yes, even Artemis.
Seriously, I pull up an episode from Netflix, and suddenly all three of them drop whatever they are doing, and plop down in front of the TV. It's like they're all hypnotized. Drawn in. Probably by Patrick Stewart's foxy, foxy baldness.
Love & Tuna!
Oh, ya know...the usual. Watching Star Trek: Next Gen with my cats while consuming an unreasonably large amount of popcorn (which is totally a vegetable, for the record.)
I am well aware that this may be one of the nerdiest/crazy-cat-ladiest sentences I have ever (and possibly will ever) construct. But there it is.
Incidentally, this is the only show I have discovered that all three of my cats will sit quietly and watch. Yes, even Artemis.
Seriously, I pull up an episode from Netflix, and suddenly all three of them drop whatever they are doing, and plop down in front of the TV. It's like they're all hypnotized. Drawn in. Probably by Patrick Stewart's foxy, foxy baldness.
Love & Tuna!
April 07, 2014
Caption This: The Boxy Edition
It's time for another fascinating round of Caption This! Still featuring Kyo...because...well...this was too cute not to photograph. Also, yes...that is the box my Blu-ray player came in. And it's STILL on the couch. Kyo won't let me take it. Okay, enough commentary. On to the captions!
"This is my box, this is my box. I never travel without my box!"
Love & Tuna!
The Terrifying World of Blankets
I came home from work today and found Artemis cowering in a corner underneath a fleece blanket. (Around here, these are called kitty blankets. Usually they come from the remnants bin at Joann Fabrics, and are little scraps of fleece in a weird color/pattern.)
Anyway, there lay Artemis, cowering, until I pulled the blanket off of him. I can only deduce that Luna or Kyo knocked the blanket off a ledge onto Artemis, and he assumed that the end of the world had come. Poor kitty. Who knows how long he had been like this...
Artemis would prefer to experience blankets ONLY as follows:
Mommy on Couch.
Blanket on Mommy.
Artemis on Blanket on Mommy.
See?
Love & Tuna!
Anyway, there lay Artemis, cowering, until I pulled the blanket off of him. I can only deduce that Luna or Kyo knocked the blanket off a ledge onto Artemis, and he assumed that the end of the world had come. Poor kitty. Who knows how long he had been like this...
Artemis would prefer to experience blankets ONLY as follows:
Mommy on Couch.
Blanket on Mommy.
Artemis on Blanket on Mommy.
See?
Love & Tuna!
March 24, 2014
Luna and the Tuna
I've spoken about my cats and their reactions to my food before. But this is too funny not to share.
Most of the time, all three of them will leave me alone while I eat at the kitchen table, or on the couch, or wherever, really. But if I'm eating tuna, all bets are off.
Case in point, a couple of weeks ago, on a sunny Saturday morning (Not important to the story, but I'm setting a scene here, people. Patience...) I prepared a tuna and swiss sandwich for lunch, and sat down on the couch to eat it. (As long as we're setting the scene, I may as well add that my couch is brown, I was sitting on the right end of it, and I was watching Phantom of the Opera. Again. Moving right along...)
So, I sit down to eat my sandwich (lemon pepper tuna, swiss cheese, and lettuce, because those details are all clearly very important to the story), and POOF, Luna appears in my lap, trying mightily to get a bite of tuna out of my sandwich before I notice.
FAIL.
So I plop her back onto the floor, and I start eating my sandwich. And Luna, ever the optimist, and not-to-be-deterred, hops back up into my lap, and proceeds to stick her paws into my mouth. It's as if she was thinking "...well...you won't share what's on your super-flat-probably-totally-useless food dish...but I bet you'd love to share what's already partially chewed inside your mouth!"
Needless to say, I eat my tuna sandwiches in the bedroom now. With the door closed. And Luna singing the song of her people on the other side.
Love & Tuna!
Most of the time, all three of them will leave me alone while I eat at the kitchen table, or on the couch, or wherever, really. But if I'm eating tuna, all bets are off.
Case in point, a couple of weeks ago, on a sunny Saturday morning (Not important to the story, but I'm setting a scene here, people. Patience...) I prepared a tuna and swiss sandwich for lunch, and sat down on the couch to eat it. (As long as we're setting the scene, I may as well add that my couch is brown, I was sitting on the right end of it, and I was watching Phantom of the Opera. Again. Moving right along...)
So, I sit down to eat my sandwich (lemon pepper tuna, swiss cheese, and lettuce, because those details are all clearly very important to the story), and POOF, Luna appears in my lap, trying mightily to get a bite of tuna out of my sandwich before I notice.
FAIL.
So I plop her back onto the floor, and I start eating my sandwich. And Luna, ever the optimist, and not-to-be-deterred, hops back up into my lap, and proceeds to stick her paws into my mouth. It's as if she was thinking "...well...you won't share what's on your super-flat-probably-totally-useless food dish...but I bet you'd love to share what's already partially chewed inside your mouth!"
Needless to say, I eat my tuna sandwiches in the bedroom now. With the door closed. And Luna singing the song of her people on the other side.
Love & Tuna!
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