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Unfortunately for us all, the plans are to be changed

Today (Thursday, actually) is the Gang of Two’s birthday. One year old today! La!

The plans included

  • The purchasing of charming birthday chapeaux
  • The photographing of the Gang, wearing said chapeaux
  • The changing of the blog subhead to read “cats” instead of “kittens”

Instead

  • I can’t find the thing to change in the template
  • I forgot to buy hats
  • The batteries in the camera died
  • When the batteries were recharged, the Gang was exceptionally non-photogenic
  • And I do mean “exceptionally”
  • Eventually I figured out it’s not in the template, it’s in WordPress, so that got done.

So. Happy Friday.

Friday Kittenblogging: Say Goodbye

This is the last edition of Friday Kittenblogging. Next week, I unveil….TA DA!!…Friday Catblogging. That’s right, the Gang of Two will be one year old on October 5th. The little monsters.

So without further ado, I present

Belly flap

Belly flap

Pretty much the minute she stopped looking like a kitten, Fanty developed El Gato Belly Flappo, the fat furry bit that flaps back and forth as she walks.

The other day, I noticed that when she lies on her side, it sorta POOFS up. Photography was mandatory.

Friday Kittenblogging: Windowsill

This looks cute, but it makes fuck-all noise as the blinds rattle:

Mingo at the windowsill

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Fun With Language: Walking in the Ragu

Last night:

Me, to Mingo: “No! Cats may not walk through the Ragu.”

Arthur, from next room: “The cat’s walking in the Ragu?”

Me: “The important point here is that the Ragu is in walkable position.”

Friday Kittenblogging: Chair Cat

This is a re-run of the disappeared Kittenblogging from last week.
streeeeeeeetch

Notice how his tail is resting on the footstool. That’s just very cool.

Five Years

I wrote the Monday Movie Review on Saturday. I have been trying not to think about today’s date. Of course, log onto any blog and boom, there it is. Five years. Five. Fucking. Years.

I can write for hours about the day, about the surrounding days, about the people who lost people, the people who were going to be there and then weren’t, the fear, the horror, the smoke.

I could write about my profound resentment at my city being used as a prop by a president who hates it and its values. How I can’t even stand to hear him pronounce “September the eleventh.”

But for me, this is a personal and painful day, a phantom limb that aches, and I’d just rather not.

The Hell with Friday Kittenblogging

That bitch Fanty peed in the closet. While I was right there. No kittenblogging for you!

Praise the Goddess!

I finished the index. And how was your three-day weekend?

The Kittenblogging! It’s GONE!

Dear Goddess, the totally cutest picture of Mingo in full stretchcat mode. It’s GONE, I tell you, GONE!

Blip on the server? Accidentally clicked Delete? (How could I? I can barely find Delete when I need it?) Broken something in Florida because of storminess causing backup to previous version? Terrifying space monkeys? I just don’t know.

I’ll have to restore the cuteness later. For now, please pretend this post is cute.

Friday Kittenblogging: Sweet!

Sometimes having cats is like living in the lap of luxury.

The other day, I come out of the shower, turn the corner, and see…
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