Glenda (foreground), and Gwendolyn (background) are in the catio looking for birthday birds. They were born on July 4, 2020.
Gwendolyn: “Three Years! That makes me like 28 years old!”
Gwendolyn (looking at the camera) and Glenda napping together on the deck.
Glenda reflecting
Spunk wrote a Heavy Metal parody called Death To All But Kitties for Glenda and Gwendolyn for their 3rd birthday. The lyrics are brutal, so dog lovers might not take well to Spunk’s parody. All of the cats dislike dogs, but Gwendolyn despises dogs more than anything. The first time Tristan brought Jake to the house, Gwendoly injured her spine trying to escape the monster dog that invaded her space. Jake only be’d a dog, but he really scared Gwendolyn. She lost the use of her legs for a week from her spinal injury. We were really worried about her. When she has gotten careless jumping on things or playing rough with the other kitties, she has reinjured her spine and again lost mobility in her hind legs. She still high-tails it when Tristan brings the dogs over, but she hasn’t injured herself in over a year.
Death To All But Kitties Lyrics by Spunk Kitty Music by Steel Panther
All right! Meow!
Down with stupid dogs, I’m spraying on the wall They look like shaggy retards licking on their balls Pluto is a fool, and so is Scooby doo Sniffing each other’s butts and rolling in their poo
They lick their butts, and people’s faces with their grody tongues Everybody shout, “Kitties rule! Cats are fun!”
Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties
Death to all Dalmatians. Did you get their gist? They’re whizzing on the fires, getting burnt to a crisp Wearing black polka dots, really stupid critters Eating Tootsie Rolls that we bury in our litter
Where are the Stray Cats? And Sylvester, too? We strut around and act weird; that’s what kitties do
Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties
Kill those dumb old doggies who have a pedigree They can hump on your leg all night; you won’t disagree
Kill sassy Lassie leaving Timmy in the well Kill Old Yeller too. Been done? Oh, what the hell? Screw Lady and the Tramp, death to Red Dog Blue They can do the doggie shag. Wouldn’t that be cool?
Frankenweenie is a drag, Snoopy, don’t come home Let ’em fight it out in a thunder dome
Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties
Silver thinks life is like a bowl of strawberries.
We remodeled the kitchen at the office this week. It all started Tuesday when I removed the cabinets in the storeroom so we could move the cabinets from the kitchen to the storeroom. Jake and I took out the lower cabinets in the kitchen and installed them in the storeroom, and then replaced the hot water shut-off in the kitchen. The new kitchen cabinets were installed on Wednesday. I installed a new, deeper sink and a new dishwasher. We have a new kitchen at the office.
Office kitchen before and after.
Coffee bar before and after.
Storeroom before and after.
Half moon and clouds this morning.
Spunk: “Life ain’t no stinking bowl of strawberries. It’s more like a stinking bowl of birdies!”
We had a cat 7 on the bed this morning. Having all seven cats on the bed at the same time is an extremely rare event. The cats from left to right: Glenda, Silver, Loki, Gwendolyn, Marble, Sasha, and Spunk.
I stayed in bed for an hour after I woke up. I wanted to let mostly sleeping cats lie. It was cold as hell inside and even colder outside when I got out of bed and checked the temperatures at 7:07 AM. It was probably a few degrees colder outside at 6:00 AM when I woke up. It was obviously cold enough that all the cats felt the need to be in bed with us.
Well, ya’ll, Spunk here. The temperature’s rising, and while the Paparazzo waters, he pesters us with his clicks. He’s such a pest, but at least the flowers are blooming.
Wisteria hanging in the hood
It’s me, Glenda. I’m enjoying the heat, the cat tree, and the blooming blooms! Fortunately, the pesky Paparazzo is smart enough to know he doesn’t need to water the cat tree. However, we need to make him understand he doesn’t need to water cats the same as plants when we are outside.
Bearded Iris
Look deep into my eyes, pesky Paparazzo! You are feeling sleepy, and sleepier. You’re asleep! You will not pour water on me or the other kitties when we are outdoors. We are Cats, not Plants!
Austrian Copper and Lady Banks
Good evening! Gwendolyn here. Let me tell you that the pesky Paparazzo Bugs! He’s way worse than Spot, the orange ladybug, hanging out on the Peony buds.
Okay, you stupid paparazzo. Enough flower photos already. You are wearing everyone out. Especially moi!
WARNING! Psychodelic features a Psycho Kitty, a Western Diamondback Rattlesnake, a Black Mamba, and colorful psychedelic patterns and holes that move in a regular, irregular fashion. The lyrics are nonsensical, as well. If you have tendencies toward Ailurophobia Psychopathesis (Fear of Psychopathic Cats), Ophidiophobia (Fear of Snakes), Trypophobia (Fear of clustered patterns of irregular holes), or Emetophobia (fear of vomiting), you might want to take a pass on viewing the above music video, and simply enjoy the photo of the sunset below.
Psychodelic Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[Chorus] Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Verses] Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho colors are so hazy Psychopathic’s normal say How can we live this way
Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho-spastic, I’m not lazy Psychopathy’s here to stay How can we live this way
Shaking like a rattlesnake I don’t even hesitate Feeling how it resonates I bite the viper’s tongue
Shaking like a rattlesnake You know I hallucinate How it makes me salivate I bite the viper’s tongue
[chorus] Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Bridge] See, Black Mambas are biting on my legs I’m still alive how can that be Their snaky licks, oh, how they tickle Keep your fangs to yourself I don’t want to die this way
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Guitar Solo]
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Verses] Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho colors are so hazy Psychopathic’s normal say How can we live this way
Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho-spastic, I’m not lazy Psychopathy’s here to stay How can we live this way
Shaking like a rattlesnake I don’t even hesitate Feeling how it resonates I bite the viper’s tongue
Shaking like a rattlesnake You know I hallucinate How it makes me salivate I bite the viper’s tongue
[Chorus/Outro] Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la