A Day in the Life of a Spoiled Rotten Cat

Now that you know what Mally and Sage have been up to, you may be asking, what about Jigs?

Well, let me tell you... 

That cat is either sleeping or up to no good.

Lately, her favorite thing to do is to take baths.

We have a leaky faucet in the guest room bathtub that drips constantly.

We really need to fix it, but we're both too lazy and forgetful to actually do anything about it.

It's not a huge leak, more of a constant drip...drip...drip...drip...drip.

Lately I've been noticing that Jigs is always wet when I pick her up to pet her.

Her paws are wet and the top of her head is soaking wet.

I finally realized that she had also discovered the leaky faucet and the bathtub had quickly become her favorite place in the house.

So a couple times a day, this is where you can find Jigs.

Laying in the bathtub, splashing in the water, and generally bathing herself.

We think she's trying to impress Ryan with her excellent grooming habits.

Or maybe she's just trying to wash off the dog smell from Sage constantly licking her.

I thought cats weren't supposed to like water?  

Of course, ours would.

She takes after Ryan.

Her next favorite thing to do is plot her escape.

Any time we leave a door open, she's on it.

She stares out longingly...dreaming of freedom.

Probably hoping to run away to a house made entirely of tuna and pillows.

Where the humans don't dress her up in Easter kitty ears.

Where she can bathe in privacy without having a camera shoved in her face.

Where they don't have a giant white dog that chases her around the house and constantly wants to kiss her.  

All that attention can get to be too much for any cat.

But then she realizes that escape also means going outside and it's big and cold out there.

So she's just going to stay put for a little while longer.

And go back to bed, where it's nice and warm.

Because being a well-groomed cat is hard work and we all need our beauty sleep.

The One We Left Behind

So with all these pictures of the pups on the beach, I feel like there's one little lady that's being left out.

My precious kitty, Jigs.

Jigs did not go to the beach with us.

First, she is the worst car passenger in the history of ever.

Second, she hates wearing sunscreen and refuses to drink cheap beer.

Third, she thinks the beach is one giant litter box.

It's so embarrassing.

So she stayed home and protected the house.

If anyone showed up, she would have loved and kneaded them to death.

But don't feel sorry for her.  Jigs likes having the house to herself.

She can sleep for 23.5 hours of the day.

She has full access to all the windowsills, beds, couches, pillows, shelving and laundry piles.

She gets a break from Sage constantly licking her and trying to put her head in her mouth.

She gets daily visitors that spend lots of time snuggling with her and giving her treats.

I think she gained 5 pounds on this last vacation.

Next time we leave I might let a few mice loose in the house to keep her busy and in shape.

Or hang ribbons from the ceiling fans.

Or get her a pet...

Maybe a hamster or a lizard?

Or a flying squirrel?!

How cool would that be?

We could name him Rocky.

Although, that might interfere with the 23.5 hours of sleep she requires.

Guess we'll just have to settle for a well-rested fat cat.

That's the way we like her best anyway.

Happy Birthday Pretty Kitty

 Happy birthday Jigs!

Hope you're having a fabulous day napping and dreaming of mice.

Sleeping In

One of my favorite things about the weekend is sleeping in.

I'm a big fan of sleep.

Big.

Huge.

Guess who else is a fan of sleeping in?

Jigs.

Jigs has an uncanny ability to sleep in that I really admire.

Sometimes she doesn't get out of bed for days and days.

She'll be curled up in one spot when I go to sleep at night.

And be in the exact same spot when I wake up.

And be in the exact same spot when I get home from work.

And be in the exact same spot when I go to bed the next night.

Seriously, she has the best life.

When she's not sleeping, she demands craves attention.

She will force herself on you until you break down and surrender to the petting.

When all else fails, she goes upside down.

I absolutely cannot handle the cuteness of an upside down cat.

Especially one with a nose freckle.

She knows exactly what she's doing to me with the upsidedownness.

Cannot handle it!

I surrender!

And back to sleep.

And then there's this one.

She doesn't want to get out of bed either.

She thinks if she hides in the blankets I won't make her get up.

Please don't make me get up.

Please.

It's so nice under here.

So warm.

So cozy.

Come back to bed, mom. 

Let's cuddle.

And I surrender.

Again.

How do I ever get anything done?