Meet Gwendolyn! She is a very sleepy kitty. When she does not sleep, she eats. A lot. And yawns. And curls up on the first lap she finds for an after lunch siesta. Mice can stroll safely. “Asleep on the Job,” by Ulla Katz. Original oil on canvas. Available at Artize Gallery (Palm Springs) http://www.artizegallery.com/ ...
On summer nights, I like to sit on the rooftop. Getting up there, of course, is no cake walk. But once I am comfortably perched on the chimney (the one coming from the master bedroom), what a feeling! It’s like sitting on top of the world! The view is breathtaking: you can see the whole ...
The first time I did it, it was pay back after mom sprayed me with a water bottle. I was gently asleep on a pile of sweaters in the master bedroom’s closet, and was dreaming of sparrows and how fast those devils fly away when you’re just about to pounce on them. Just imagine being ...
Of course in a crystal plate, you schmuck! Do you expect me to put my whiskers in a plastic dish, perhaps? And I hope this is actual caviar, not that revolting salmon roe you presented me last week. Feh! I still have nightmares about it… What do you mean: “fresh out of caviar”? This is ...
Since they brought home the baby, that delicious milk smell has been right under my nose, 24/7. What can I say? I love milk. I know that’s no excuse, but believe me, I’ve tried to be good. I do politely meow to get a little milk in my saucer too, but am usually and ...
My eyes are locked. Must not move… Must not move… The Thing under the blanket shifted just a minute ago. It is teasing me. I know it is. Never mind: I will catch it this time, and I will shred it. But for now, I must not move… My eyes are round, filled with intent. ...
You did WHAT? You threw it away? Why? Why?? WHY??? Why would you do such a terrible, horrible, inconsiderate thing? Do you have any idea how long it took me to catch that bird? Weeks! Yes, weeks. I killed it for you. That’s right, for you! And I did not even eat any of that ...
They brought it home this past August. The pet store usually is the last stop on their Saturday round, and Charlotte, bless her heart, always brings me back a toy or a bag of treats. This is why every Saturday, around 4:00 PM, I sit by the window, twitching my tail and wondering what wonderful ...
The delicious smell came from inside a little paper pouch. It was like a mixture of wild berries and catnip, with a hint of dandelion. I am naturally curious, but at 10 weeks of age, I just could not resist that lovely aroma. In addition, whatever was inside was making a funny jingling sound every ...
I love fish. What can I say? I like to watch them, catch them, and above all eat them. I was named after a strange salty fish. You see, when I was a kitten, the pizza guy made a mistake in Mama’s order, and she found her usual cheese slices decorated with stripes of headless ...