The best holiday is over and it’s time to clean up. Three perfectly good pumpkins to nibble on, and my squirrels extracted all the vanilla scented candles.
Although their positioning for this one was pretty hilarious.
We tried revisiting the pumpkin photo shoot, but per usual the felines are awful models.
Birdie was as obsessed with sniffing the pumpkin cat’s butthole as she is with sniffing everybody else’s.
I tried keeping my models a little hungry, but added in some catnip and strategically placed treats. That backfired.
Sookie refused to even remotely get involved. “Nope. Just nope.”
Olivia sort of participated, but her eyes ask, “What the cat shit are we doing? And when’s dinner?”
This was probably the best shot-Thanks, Miles-, and we are officially done with Halloween for the year. Now I just need to figure out the Christmas cards.
I knew I had waited too long to buy pumpkins when I found that someone appeared to practically be living in them. The cashier told me that they had live-trapped a raccoon in the garden center that week. My concern, of course, was the two cats that roam the store. Everybody’s okay though including the raccoon.
Halloween snuck up on me. I realized the weekend before that I hadn’t even thought about carving pumpkins which is something I really enjoy doing. Life skills: gourd art. Typically, I steer clear of anything that seems to originate in the evil realm of Pinterest, but I did see this idea online and …well…it’s my life.
Successful pumpkin carving requires good Halloween based shows or movies although there was a point when I really wondered if I should be holding a knife and watching something with so many “jump scares.” I made it through the extended “Murder House” episode of American Horror Story’s latest season. Not bad in terms of jumpiness, but I am definitely being bullied by “mean girls” in my class that are annoyed that I am always an episode or two behind them. They want to talk about it now! They are not going to be happy to hear that my DVR shit itself last Wednesday and didn’t even record the next episode.
Since Halloween seems to be the only horror movie that any channel will air, I headed to Netflix. I’ve seen all the variations of House on Haunted Hill and read the related Shirley Jackson book, so I was drawn to a new series The Haunting of Hill House. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Don’t watch this with a pumpkin carving knife in your hand. Do watch it alone on your couch in the dark. I only lasted two episodes that night because it was late, and because episode 2 had me sobbing to a point my stomach hurt. Warning: box of haunted dead kittens.
***Side note: This isn’t just a cat thing. I HATE it when the horror genre brings in animals, whether it’s the family’s pet or just a random stray who wanders on screen or that fucking horse in season 5 of The Walking Dead. It is always gruesome, upsetting, and completely unnecessary to the plot line. Stephen King, I’m lookin’ at you too.
Most of my usual work supervisors went to bed although I was able to pique Birdie and Olivia’s interest with some strategically placed treats. I may have to try again for our usual cats vs. pumpkins photo shoot.
My favorite photo is the tongue action in this shot. Happy Halloween!
I’ve always viewed Olivia Wigglebothum’s eyebrow whiskers as antennae communicating with other realms beyond Earth. Her green glow confirms it: alien.
This pose requires a strap. Twist head and front legs in the opposite direction of back legs. Strap may appear to come out of butthole.
Curl around block. Close eyes and acknowledge your breaths. Extend front legs for full possession.
Roll, stretch as long as possible, spread toes claws extended. For an extra deep stretch fold ears back.
End on flat tummy.
Wrap self in blanket. Firmly grab remote. Extend hand. View latest episode of The Walking Dead.
I decided to explore Chewy.com to check out food prices and set up auto delivery for litter. Of course, I was lured in by a Facebook ad (Satan) of a cute feeding tray and an adorable bed.
So, yeah, I splurged because my cats totally need handcrafted, wool, Nepalese beds.
Worth the cuteness. I love Olivia’s alien antennas broadcasting her adorableness.
She’s making it work on several levels.
My vet does a multi-pet discount which is why I find myself bundling cats like a new insurance deal. Of course, each cat approaches the Vet visit in his or her own way.
Miles is 100% chill. “Just hangin’ in the napper at the v-e-t, ladies.”
Does he like being manhandled and having his inner bits squeezed? No, but he does try to retain his dignity and is always a Star Patient. He’s such a star that when they brought him his own litter box, he peed AND pooped which means that he would not poop in the carrier on the way home. #winning! (He did barf up a hairball on the to the vet.)
Hours later, still wearing his star like a boss.
However Olivia Wigglebothum is mad as hell and talks shit about how she’s gonna cut a bitch the whole time.
We call this Angry Stinkface.
Fortunately, she was just there to be weighed and then popped back into the carrier.
Sookie on the other hand employs the “if they can’t see me, the monsters can’t get me” approach.
She has nothing to say once in the carrier. At the vet’s office, she likes to re-enact that final scene of The Blair Witch Project where the guy is staring into the corner.
At one point she was up on her hind legs in the corner like a groundhog. I felt bad so I purritoed her until it was her turn.
How many cats in this picture? Answer: 3
Everyone had a good check up. We’re all healthy, just quite a bit fatter than needed. Cat Mom included
Oh, the Wigglebothum will be paying for nip shenanigans come Caturday morning.
Maximum effort for the old reach and roll to the catnip bin.