Mojo's request

Matt came home from work yesterday and Mojo had something to say.

Matt saw that Mojo was wearing a dog-shaming sign and his first thought was "Oh no." Matt's not a fan of dog shaming. And then he read the sign and gave me a sad puppy dog face.

Mojo LOVES the neighborhood kitty. He watches it out the window. HE wanted to ask his dad if he could have a kitty, so a made a sign.

This morning I got a text asking how much would it cost a year for an additional cat. Mojo just might get his way.

Neighborhood cat

I've seen this cute little grey cat around my neighborhood for months. She likes to sit on our front window in the morning. This makes Gunnar fight with the blinds.

At first I thought she was a neighbor's cat. But I've seen so much more of her in recent weeks—at all hours. She's clearly a pet, but it seems that her owners have abandoned her, which breaks my heart.

I asked almost all the neighbor's about this cat and no one knows anything about her. The grad students two doors down did suspiciously offer her to me, but I didn't get the sense that she was their cat. But they did offer?

So this is grey kitty. She sits on my porch waiting for me to open the door. She always wants cuddles and is a very vocal girl, who just wants to come inside. 

I can come in?

Mojo doesn't know why she can't come inside. He adores this cat. Possibly because when I take him out, the cat walks right up to him and kisses him. Every single time. He watches her sadly when he's inside.

Mom, why you know let her in?

She's made a little spot in the bush next to our front door. I think the cat has adopted us, and it breaks my heart not to be able to let her in. But I can't. I don't know if she's someone's. (Looking like she's not). I don't know if she has any diseases or fleas. It would be several hundred dollars to get her vaccinated, fixed, checked out, etc.  She's getting more bold about trying to come in our house (with food and air conditioning and soft things to lay on.) 

This poor girl needs a home. And we just can't afford another cat—another set of vaccinations and revolutions, another litter box. And it wouldn't be fair to Katie (who did not approve of Gunnar and took a year to get adjusted) though she does look slightly interested when grey kitty is staring in our windows. And Gunnar just wants to beat up this little orphan. Seriously, he fights with her through the windows now. I couldn't subject her to  his brutality. 

Anyone want a sweet grey cat who likes big dogs?

Battle for the Boxes

My kitties LOVE boxes. A new Amazon order comes and they're excited by a new box to play in. Here are Gunnar and Katie facing off on my latest box.

Katie staked her claim on this box. 

One day later, and Gunnar's popping out of the box. 

So have fun kitties.

Not Amused

Emperor Gunnar is not amused. 

Roses are Delicious

I decided to buy myself some gorgeous hot pink roses. Gunnar was thrilled. He thought they were so delicious. And in my glee to take the picture, he ended up chewing most of the leaves. (And throwing up later). I put the flowers up in a closed room that he tried to sneak into every time I opened the door. I can't believe he remembered where the flowers were, but he sure liked them. 

Couch Potato

This found a new favorite spot on the couch. One that's far away from Gunnar's favorite spot.

Happy Dog

Mojo is such a happy and delightful dog. And he's even cute than normal when he's begging for food.

Puny Human

"Puny human, I scoff at you and your feeble attempts to please me." That's what I think Gunnar is saying in this one. He is one hard to please kitty cat emperor. 

Helping with the Laundry

Gunnar decided to help me with the laundry. Specifically, he was helping me fold them when I took them out of the dryer. He was helping squish them down. Thanks Gunnar.

Pukey kitty strikes again

Oh pukey kitty......He decided to yak this morning at......drumroll please......5 a.m. What is it about this cat and 5 a.m.?

I decided to wait and clean it up in the morning, but I'm a worrier so a few minutes later I got myself out of the warm bed. I used the flashlight on my iPhone to look everywhere. I got to the stairs and still didn't see anything.

"Where is it?" I whispered.

Turns out I have a magic foot because at exactly that moment I stepped in it.

Which after all these years, doesn't really faze me. I washed my foot, cleaned the puke up and went back to bed. I also scooped Gunnar up and put him in the bed next to Mojo. I thought maybe he needed some cuddles.

He didn't stay in the bed though. And then I heard a noise like he was eating something he shouldn't. So I scooped him up and put him in the middle of the bed and gave him some pets. He also didn't stay.

Then at 5:30 a.m. the wretching starts again.

This time in the bedroom in the carpet. I hate cleaning puke out of carpet. Please just puke on the tile or hardwoods. You're literally allowed in one room with carpet. Why must that be where you throw up?

So I leap out of bed and practically toss the cat into the bathroom, where he throws up and leaves. I throw some kleenexes on the vomit and go back to bed.

Only to dream that when I go to clean up the mess, it's turned into projectile vomit that's inches thick crusting on the wall. That it's green and boogery. I dream about scrubbing.

And then Taylor Swift starts playing. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay.

Wait that's my alarm. So, about four hours of sleep. My eyes hurt.

All I want to do is go back to bed. and then maybe put some compresses on the black circles under my eyes.

arg. Something has to give with barfy kitty. It might be time to go to the vet. I just feel like he eats shit he shouldn't, but......ugh, just ugh for barfy kitty and my night. And then after I dosed off, between barfings, I dreamed about cleaning out like dinosaur amounts of barf only to wake up to more barf. Whine over.