A Doll's House - With Apologies to H. Ibsen

So the FP started making a dollhouse.

It's not done yet but I like to think I've been able to contribute.

This is a weird view of the side of the house. You can see the red and white bedroom wall through the round window. There was a curtain there but I got rid of it. If you look closely, you can see Piper through the downstairs window.

(meow)

View of upstairs bedroom. The floor has been removed but you can see the ribbon floorboards. Note waxed-paper heart-shaped window.

Testing out the living room window. Note wall between upstairs bedroom but not downstairs. I like to think this design is for my comfort - all 13 lbs and 8 oz.

This one should have been first, I guess - had to check out the flooring before I could venture inside. It's ok. A little glossy but I think some cat hair will take care of that problem.

Giving Piper a long hard stare through the living room window.

"What's to become of the morally sound? Left out in the cold, I suppose...."

"But our home's been nothing but a playpen."

"You don't get nothing for nothing in this life."

"I have other duties equally sacred... Duties to myself."

"There can be no freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt."

It's been exhausting, managing this project.

"I've had the most extraordinary longing to say 'Bloody Hell'!"

Schrödinger's cat

At last, another civilized cat blogger!

"As usual our humans will do the work for us.

And please fear not. As the only one who knows I can assure you that no cats were harmed in this experiment — I lived and died to tell my tale."

http://primastoria.com/story/viennese-meow

11

Well, lately it seems that eleven is my lucky number. Usually I find the eleven on the Big Bed after the louder person goes to sleep. I find it's an adequate formation to settle into and achieve sufficient comfort as well as some much needed --and well-earned-- rest. What you do is you get yourself in between the ones. Today I found the eleven in the Bright Room while the louder person was exchanging noises with the voices in the sometimes-window.
The female person has not been around for a while. Without reliable intelligence confirming her return time, instituting part 12B of my plan may be premature... sticking with 11 for now...yawn...

temptation

i want lobster

and

ice cream

and all the delicious items in the photos here:

http://thewayweate.net/

People at Home

I had a lovely weekend - the People were away someplace. I heard rumors of a wedding but I find it hard to believe that my grandmas would get married without my presence. AGAIN. Maybe if I see some photos I'll believe it.

Both of the People were at home today. I hope this won't be permanent - it limits my seating options and upsets my sense of time.

If I sound like my whiskers are bent out of shape, it is probably because I did not get a single piece of wedding cake.

Hip, hip, hooray.

... meow for love!

http://thewayweate.net

It has cooled off a bit, which has improved the level of conversation among the people, if only slightly.

Earlier this evening, the MP and the FP left the apartment. They returned some time later, smelling suspiciously of barbeque.

While they were gone, I spent some time on my favorite sites.

You have to see this: http://thewayweate.net

The photos are amazing. I want ice cream!

Going to stand by the freezer and look adorable.

msg: flycatcher1@piper.cat

wasting all this time making fun of me while meanwhile im just trying to catch that fly that keeps hiding in the curtain i know it is there i will get it look a cork that someone just threw let me chase it and then get back to there it is that fly again shoot why cant i get it the big cat is in the way but the laugh is on her since i can hack in here any time i want and she cant figure out a simple firewall.

flycatcher1 signing off.

Cat Chaise

The FP made this out of a cardboard box and leopard-print duct tape. Looks like some zebra there as well.

Unfortunately, it is only comfortable for the small cat. I tried. Believe me, I tried.

Then the MP put down a little pink towel for the small cat and now I would be embarrassed to even go near it.

She sleeps on it all the time, though, and it pleases the people to no end.

What simpletons they are.

Congrats, FP.

FP says she is going to need a new job.

If she thinks she's gonna get mine, she can talk to the tail.

If she can find it.

What heatwave.

yawnlaughfiercesweetgoofballmeow

Bookstore Cat, 7th Avenue, Brooklyn

Thanks, Aunt Karyn.

What an inspiration to us all.

I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things.

Despite the comments from some of my critics (you know who you are), I continue to surf the World Wide Web for quotations both amusing and cliched. I am, after all, a cat.

Now that I've got that out of the way, I'd like to say hello to some of my fans (you know who you are).

I've been taking it easy today, but have managed, nevertheless, to cover my usual route: bed to fainting couch to sofa to cardboard box to cat bed and again. With some diversions along the way, of course: lying in wait in doorways, leaving muddy pawprints in the bathtub, knocking Piper out with one paw... et al.

I have some clean clothes to sit on, but before I go, here is a message for my cousins, Arthur and Flower: I know which of you is on the side of Good and which is on the side of Not Good!

Meow!

If only for the sake of elegance, I try to remain morally pure.

A little Proust in honor of my Aunt "Sonny" Laurent.

Happy Bastille Day!

Oh, sleep that dreams, and dream that never tires, press from the petals of the lotus flower something of this to keep, the essence of an hour.

Another restless night.

I booted up the Mac and went through some old pictures. (People all look the same - how do they tell each other apart in these images?)

Finally found one that I like with no people in it to ruin the composition.

Look at these cozy cats, from 1980:

Jingle, Berry, and Sunshine.

Now that inspires me to nap.

A Note Between Naps

It seems much too hot to do anything today, yet the People have gone out into the World.

Enjoying the quiet here without them (especially the loud one who yells at the television all the time) and considering my next move.

I'd kind of like to spend some time at the summer cottage on the Island, but I've heard there are new cats there and I'm not thrilled with the idea. However, the thought of completing my work on the back parlor wallpaper is compelling... if I worked at it, I could probably eat off the entire lower portion in a single day.

Anyway, back to work - there are some parts of the FP's shoes that lack teeth marks.

Thank Goodness Today is a Rest Day

I'm worn out from following le Tour. So far, the MP's picks have been fantastic, but I can't be bothered to keep track of all the statistics.

In the meantime, I posted some videos of Piper.

Are you starting to understand what I'm dealing with here?

Piper prefers Ben Bratt to Jerry O

Piper learns from TV

Swims-With-Monkeys

Piper Likes A-Rod

Piper Watching Kangaroos

Piper Watching Lizards

Time Management

Enough, already. I've been trying to upload some videos but I'm just worn out from my day.

A day in the life:

17 hours of beauty sleep

3 hours grooming for lordssakes

1 hour eating / using the commode

1 hour monitoring the situation

1 hour allowing humans to pet me

.5 hours disciplining Piper

.5 hours much-needed downtime

I'm not sure how I will manage to find time to update this blog.

Maybe I'll steal the MP's iPad.

The Medium Is The Message

I felt it important to begin this blog with a quote from someone who knows what he's talking about - so few people do.

This blog is a perfect example: my people think it is hilarious to take videos of the other cat who lives here. She's ridiculous - fetching toys, watching television, kissing up to the people - she might as well be a dog.

Anyway, some of you might find this amusing.

I have better things to do.