"Aunty Beverley"

Meet my biological grandmother, who I am now required to call Aunty Beverley:

I love my daddy

Taco Bell

Did I ever tell you about the time that I met a small canine named Corduroy? It was very traumatic.

Someone must have told my grandmother, because she hired this guard dog, Taco Bell, to keep me out of her room.

Identity crisis.

My parents moved me to Canada. They challenged my autonomy and bruised my dignity. Consequently, I am plotting my parents' demise. Fortunately for me, there is no death penalty here in the Great White North. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning...

At first I thought that packing was fun:

So, I installed myself as site supervisor:

But then I was placed in this ridiculously overpriced cat carrier:

As you can see, I was not impressed:

Finally, my parents gave me a manicure with these stupid things called Soft Paws. Don't they know that I can take care my own beautification? Don't they know that I am the Beyonce of the Cat World?

I'm having an identity crisis. Maybe I need to make like Madonna and transform myself; Celine Dion of the Cat World is very diva, but it just doesn't have the same ring to it.

A year in review

I've been offline for a long time. Here's what I've been up to...

I relaxed:

I relaxed some more:

I watched CBS Sunday Morning:

I read the Sunday Times:

 

I fought for the Arts and Leisure section:

 

I longed for the spring birdies:

And I let my mom hang out with me:

RIP Thomas

It's with great sadness that I say goodbye to my boyfriend and hero, Thomas the cat.

He's was by far the best looking cat their ever was. I love him and will miss him very much.

Cat sling

My mom has definitely been spending too much time in Park Slope.

Cat drawer

I make broken things useful again.

I love my mom's dirty laundry.

 

 

This is how I role.

 

Morning mom!

Sometimes my mom sleeps in. When she gets up I run to her and inquire as to why she didn't rise earlier to feed me. (My mom is not completely functional in the morning, hence the inverted video)

Cat in a box.

Destroy and conquer.

Kitty Copperfield.

One day I'm gonna blow this pop stand and head for Vegas.

Cause clearly I'm quite adept at illusions.

Caught red pawed.

I'm not aloud to scratch the red carpet in mom's office/my room. Especially, mom says, since I have three scratch pads throughout the apartment.

I listen to her when she's looking.

Chillin.

There's something about this bag...

...that makes me want to stiff it to death...

...and rub myself all over it.

The babes.

People came over for a 4th of July party at my house, including Vera. She likes me.

I like her too.

Yoga!

I like to do yoga, just like my boyfriend.

There's always room for me.