So Very Boring

Life is pretty dull these days. Spring isn't really here yet, so I'm having a good long nap until the sun comes back out.

It's Good to Have a Fur Brother

Sometimes the peeps wonder what Zephyr and I are looking at when we stare out the window like this. There are SO MANY good things to see out there - birds of all kinds including little twerpy sparrows and chickadees and big raucous crows, tasty squirrels, little poodly mop dogs (we hate those dogs), crazy neighbours, cats both friend and foe, the nice mailman who always talks to me, kids (Zephyr is scared of kids...I can't really blame him) and things blowing in the wind, just to name a few.

But Who Will Think of The Kittens?!

I'm glad we live in a civilized time.

"Athanasius Kircher first described the cat piano in his landmark 1650 work Musurgia Universalis.

In order to raise the spirits of an Italian prince burdened by the cares of his position, a musician created for him a cat piano. The musician selected cats whose natural voices were at different pitches and arranged them in cages side by side, so that when a key on the piano was depressed, a mechanism drove a sharp spike into the appropriate cat’s tail. The result was a melody of meows that became more vigorous as the cats became more desperate. Who could not help but laugh at such music? Thus was the prince raised from his melancholy."

Courtesy of the strange folk at the Athanasius Kircher Society

Even My Feet Are Gorgeous

Every single part of my furry self is cute cute cute, don't you think? Even my feet, which are as sweet and pink as my nose. Even though I go outside I keep my white paws spotless and I spend a lot of time grooming between my toes. The Girl gives me a manicure every once in awhile...that I DON'T like. How dare she blunt my extra-pointy and oh-so-dangerous claws like that?

So Helpful

I absolutely love to help with projects. The girl has been very busy lately and I've been helping her a lot. She always says I'm very helpful, but then she makes me move. That's a little confusing for me, so I just ignore her and get right back up and get ready to do my part. I'm not quite sure what we're making here, but I'm doing a fabulous job of holding down the fabric and adding some extremely special cat fur embellishments.

Why not Ed?

This is Zephyr. You all know Zephyr - he's my fur brother. I wanted to name him Lonny or maybe Percy or even Ed, but the girl wanted to call him Zephyr long before she even knew him. The boy decided he'd better agree to name the cat Zephyr or she might decide she wanted to use it for a miniature human instead someday. It's cruel enough for a cat name, I think. Anyway, to get to my point, whenever I spellcheck a post, it doesn't think Zephyr is a word. It suggests I change Zephyr to Zipper. Ha! Now that's funny! Zephyr is one of the least zippy cats in the universe. He has perfected the art and science of relaxation and he does it better than any feline I know (yours truly included). He naps. He snoozes. He lounges. He sleeps. He rests. He nods off. He meditates. He drowses. He gets some shut-eye. He slumbers. He dozes. He has siestas. He goes into trance-like states. He has much quality leisure time with the cat bed. But very very rarely does he ZIP.