Touched by a monster

Today the unthinkable happened, the Mila Monster pet me. No sir, I didn't like it. At least the short hair guided her hand so she was gentle, but there was something that was unsettling about it. After a few strokes, I could take it no longer and got out of there. Even though I bolted, I felt a weird sensation in my chest after she pet me, perhaps I have a heart after all. Or perhaps it was just the beginnings of anaphylactic shock?

That was not the only untoward thing which occurred today, I had to guard the house against a stranger today. Mila and I had to join forces against a common foe, Joann the babysitter. Mila spent all of her energy diverting the babysitter so I could move in and out without her noticing. Against my better judgement, I was impressed with Mila's tactics. She cried, she screamed, and made the babysitter watch her all day, she barely even got a nap in. Finally the short hair arrived and calmed the crisis. The Mila, her job done, took a long deserved nap.

All in all, it was a tiring day which took vigilance and perseverance. What will tomorrow bring?

Catskills

I managed to travel to the catskills for the block family clan reunion, although the humans were not keen to my stealth travel mode. Here are the reconnaissance photos i was able to procure.



Anna Jae says, "no paparatzi at this camp site!"


frog hunting




block clan circa september 2009

3 months, and no sleep for the weary

Hello gentle readers, I pray you forgive me, as I have neglected you for long enough! Prepare to be amused by my catlike pondering. Nay prepare to be in awe of my wit and intellect, far beyond the scope of my frail feline brain. But also prepare to wait a bit longer, as time seems to escape my grasp. For now, gentle readers, I leave you with some photos of the dreaded Mila Monster. Is it not amazing how my little paws have the dexterity to not only type, but also to take photos?





for some reason mila monsters have a high affinity for ryans



everyone loves tummy time!

more text, more text

I have recently been inundated with requests for more text from my gentle readers. "More text! More text!" say the fans, "More pics! More pics!" says my agent. It is now however time to update my portfolio, and i am afraid in that matter, that pictures take precedence. I have been out of steady work for over a year now, and the modeling business is no joke. Casting agents claim that i have lost my kitty face, does that make me any less cute??! I think not!


On a more interesting note, i can safely relinquish any blame for my recent onslaught of poundage, as it can all attributed to the short hairs incessant need to compensate for his lack of affection towards me with fatty wet food. We all know that cats have no self control when it comes to certain decadences. The sound of a can of tuna opening is like that of a mezzo-soprano singing Vivaldi. Oh tuna how I love thee.

where has the time gone?

Argh. I used to have so much time to post about my lackadaisical life. Alas how things change. Now that I am in charge of the baby during the day, or Mila Monster as I affectionately call her, I have no time to blog at night. I have regretfully had to cancel my world of warcraft account, as all of my friends have leveled up too much for me to even be able to party with them. The humans have no appreciation for the work I do, taking care of a baby is no easy task! It means extra shedding for me, as not only do I have to cover the long and short hairs clothes, but now there is a whole new always expanding wardrobe to deal with. It seems there are an infinite amount of new tasks to accomplish. . . but it is all worth it when she smiles:_)

glamour shots minus side ponytail

strike a pose

the anatomy of a burp . . .

more pics!