Snug as a kitten in a mitten

The cats like to play mealtime shenanigans by deciding they're "done," but when we move their remaining food to a new spot, they continue eating. Sometimes they consume dinner in as many as four interesting locations. Assholes.

The return of oven season means pies and an opportunity to use my favorite kitchen tool again.

Resting Brian face.

And here is where I store my 4" PVC pipe joints and cat.

Was Clootie the glowing object in the briefcase in Pulp Fiction?

Good morning.

On this #catboxsunday Brian Uno has two questions: Am I living in a box? Am I living in a cardboard box?

They enjoy exploring things they can't normally reach. Here, Brian's experience sniffing the spice rack appears to have left him nonplussed.

The interior of his head is mostly eyeballs with only a tiny rudimentary brain way in the back.

A misty, cold morning reading on the deck with my pal. Coziness level: off the scale.

I wasn't prepared for that particular sound. Outstanding catitude.

The sun in his eyes made some of his lies (about dinnertime!) worth believing.

There is a bird.

This boy! 😻

There is a leaf.

I mean...that's pretty much the arrangement we have with them.

Careful, young man.

September pizza: sauce made with homegrown san marzanos, fake sausage, mozzarella. Basic like me.

Comforting kitten ball.

He can already hear our thoughts. Now he's working on controlling them.

Brian Uno took advantage of what was likely our last 70-degree day of the season to warm his perfect belly

When you bake two loaves on the same tray and they stick together.

I'm a bad boy. A rule-breaker. A maverick. A devil-may-care loose cannon. A wild card. A rule-breaking, authority-defying maniac. I will not obey. I will not comply with your rules.

#catboxsunday — A story in three acts

He's so strong, yet a mere sunbeam can render him unconscious.

More adventures with the needle-felted snail. The snail loves it! Happy #caturday

Some shit's about to go down.

Brian Uno roughing up a needle-felted snail.

Outstanding vogueing from this sassmaster.

We're playing Monster Under The Mesh.

This cat has a very healthy startle response.

For anyone lacking the confidence to garden, I would note that I am probably the laziest, least talented gardener in my neighborhood. If I can do it, you can, too.

Brian makes the sweetest sounds when he sleeps—and has the sweetest face.

Uh oh. Clootie, watch out. He looks mean.

None can fathom the mind, nor moods, of a cat.

These two give me serious cute aggression.

To the tune of Foreigner's Juke Box Hero: Cat butt pillow! Lying on his siiiide!

So many toe beans.

Your performance is being monitored. Lapses in efficiency are being noted. We'll discuss our findings after breakfast.

I can’t decide which version I like best. A small change can make a big difference.

Sir? Sir! Please don't interrupt our window gazing time here at the worst-situated, most obscured window in the house. You may go until you are needed.

Brian is treating himself to a mani-pedi. He's mostly been good, so why not?

Brian Uno looks like he just realized we are all perishable. #catboxsunday Me anthropomorphize? Always!

He's watching. Always watching.

He enjoys playing Put Your Hand Under The Carpet Whilst I Attack It From Within The Mesh Thunderdome. It's fun for him and safe for my hand.

They could curl up like this a million times, and I’d have about 3 million photos of it.

He missed it in the air, but caught it on the ground.

Hi.