The Blog Must Go On

Gwendolyn: “If you stop blogging everyone will miss seeing me grow up into a beautiful kitty!”

After a major pussy riot by all felines in the household, and a sound pussy whipping by said felines and other females in the household, I am being forced to withdraw all threats of not blogging.

Glenda: “And everyone would miss my cuteness!”

“How could you stop sharing THIS with the world?”

“People would miss out on all my great poses and being a Hellcat!”

“Don’t Eeeven think about it buster!”

“Meh!”

“Oh, brother! Dude!”

“AAahhh! What about all my girlfriends? AAaahh! What about all my admirers? AAaahh! What about all the modeling and acting I do for your blog? AAaahh! I’ll whack your pee pee if you quit blogging. AAaahhh! I’m going to whack it just for you thinking about not blogging and leaving me out in the cold!”

“I think I’ll give you a paw sandwich!”

“How about if I give you sad eyes?”

“You’re making me go all corny and flaky just thinking about it!”

“The thought of not being blogged!”

“I simply can’t bear the thought of it!”

“How can you Eeeven think about denying all those lovely women who adore me this beautiful face?”

 

Spunk Vegging

“Oh! Yes! Veggies. Can I have some?”

Spunk likes veggies. Especially string beans. He plays with them and eats them.

Spunk pushes the lid aside to see if he can sneak a string bean.

“Hmmm! What do I want? How about a string bean?”

“Uhm! Paparazzo! Did you know these veggies are still cold?”

I hadn’t lit the burner before Spunk decided to try and sneak a string bean.

Sorry Single Saturday

Spunk enjoying the box our new microwave came in. Can you find the Paparazzo?

I had a busy day and got home late, so I had to post a sorry single photo quite quickly. We don’t go to Costco very often these days, but when we do, the dance room ends up filled with boxes from Costo, that add to boxes from Amazon and other deliveries. The cats are in box heaven until I break down the boxes for recycling. As I pile up broken-down boxes, the cats lie on the pile in protest — kitty box huggers, like tree huggers, trying to keep me from taking out the boxes. I assure the kitties there will be more boxes, as I pick up the pile and take them out. The kitties have favorite boxes that I never break down and taken out because the kitties play and play and play on them and shredded them into pieces until the boxes are no more. They especially like guitar boxes for some reason.

Too Much Kitty Coffee

Silver: “Hey there Paparazzo! You’re bothering me, boy!”

“I think I had too much kitty coffee this morning!”

Intermission: “Watcha see out there, Spunk?” “Well Marble, there is supposed to be a comet. And it supposedly has a tail! Do you think it’s a kitty comet?” “If it’s Neowise, it has to be a kitty comet. Otherwise, it couldn’t be ‘wise’ now could it?”

“Wired with a weird, wacko paparazzo bothering me. What’s a poor cat to do?”

“Get outta my face or face the freaking consequences!”

¡Hace Calor!

The forecast for Corrales was for 105º F (40.6º C). Our thermometer, which was in the shade at 16:18, showed 103.9º F (39.95ºF). The weather app on my phone showed 106º F (41.1º C) at 16:24. The air was dry at 17% humidity outside. It was hot and dry enough that the water feed into our evaporative air-conditioner could not keep up with the evaporation rate. The water level would fall below the pump’s inlet, so it could not pump water up to the pads until the water filled the base back up enough for the pump to suck up water and send it to the pads, where the water would evaporate quickly, and the water level would fall below the pump’s inlet again. If the water wouldn’t have been evaporating faster than the water filling the base of the cooler, the temperature in the house would have been 5 to 10 degrees cooler.

So what do the kitties do when the temperature is over 100º F outside? They lie around inside where the temperature 22 degrees cooler than outside.

Sasha cooling off on the base of the treadmill.

Marble stretched on the box on the table on the treadmill.

Loki giving me that “You’re bothering me boy!” look on the self in front of the treadmill.

Loki ignoring the paparazzo to concentrate on an electrifyingly cool nap.

Spunk discovered that lying in a small box in front of the cooler increased the airflow.

Silver in his favorite box on the table.

Silver Sleeping

Silver’s tail almost crept away from him while he was sleeping.

His tail slipped back into place as Spunk entered the scene.

Silver was not sure what Spunk was up to.

Silver seemed to think it was safe to get more shuteye once Spunk settled in.

Silver’s not sure of Loki’s intentions.