Josephine goes for walkies!

She still hasn’t summoned enough courage to venture down the stairs, but she often makes quite the fuss about wanting to go out, so we strap her into her harness, put on her leash, and let her explore the hallway to her heart’s content. Her adventures don’t often last very long – by the time I’d gotten my camera, she was already trying to lead Drew back into the apartment (sorry about the blurry photo – I’ll try again next time!):

Also, I can’t quite figure out what’s going on with the perspective in this photo, but Drew is not that tall and the door is not so hobbit-sized…

Arthur misses his boyfriend! (And Josephine is adorable.)

While Drew is away fishing in New Orleans, Arthur has spent every single possible moment asleep in his dirty laundry basket. It’s obvious that he’s pining for him!

Josephine, on the other hand, has spent every single possible moment asleep on her side of the bed (i.e., the side that was stolen by Drew). She’s so cute (even in bad lighting)!

She’s my blingy kitty!

Josephine’s latest obsession is with getting out into the hallway, so I went to PetSmart the other day to get her a halter so we could put a leash on her and take her out to explore the rest of the apartment building. So of course I had to get a set for Arthur, too. And then I saw this adorable sparkly collar and decided that Josephine just had to have it – which means I had to get a new collar for Arthur (his is just blue – there was a distinct lack of manly cat collars in his size).

We’ve been putting the halters on them for a couple of hours each day so they can get used to wearing them – Josephine, despite being unable to master using the cat door to the litter box, seems completely unfazed by the experience and we’ve already taken her on a little sojourn into the hall. All she wanted to do, it seems, was to give the other two apartment doors a sniff and then she was done.

Arthur, on the other hand, is convinced that the halter paralyzes his back legs. It doesn’t – he’s a complete drama queen. But he insists on just flopping around the apartment, meowing at both of us pathetically, the big baby.


I was working from home today and Arthur was doing his darnedest to distract me by being as cute as felinely possible:

So then I came into the living room to attempt to work on the couch and Josephine decided she wanted to burrow under the blanket and cuddle with me:

Oh, kitties, so cute and so warm and so cuddly!

Kitties being cute!

Jillian managed to take a really good picture of Josephine while we were all out at my parents’ house (black cats are so hard to photograph and Josephine has such a cute little face that I had to share it with you all):

And then, so Arthur doesn’t feel left out, here’s a photo of him channeling his inner Maru and attempting to squish into a box that obviously doesn’t fit him:

Silly boy.

Arthur’s new obsession…

My grandmother gave me an alarm clock with two kittens on it and Arthur is fascinated by it. The first time I put in the batteries, he just sat and stared at it. And stared at it.

And stared at it.

I don’t know if it’s the clicking noise that it makes or if he likes the watch the red second hand ticking around, but he loves it. It’s like kitty television for him.

Silly kitty!

I had my housewarming/Halloween party last night (yes, I know it took me three years to finally have a housewarming party), so the previous week has been filled with cooking, baking, decorating, and all the other things that go into planning a party. And of course, no matter how well I scheduled and planned and worked ahead, the day of the party counted down into a bit of a rush. My mom came over and cleaned and helped me make a few last minute food items while Heather put final touches on the decorations.

Josephine volunteered to deejay.

He is endlessly entertaining (when he isn’t being bad)

I only caught the tail-end (pardon the pun) of his full tail-chasing extravaganza this morning, but it makes me laugh every time he does it. Which is surprisingly often considering he is a grown cat and should really know that’s his own tail he’s chasing by now.

He managed to catch it during an earlier round and gave it a licking it would never forget before setting it free. He respects his enemy.

Merry Catmas!

The cats had a fun holiday, too! Grandma brought them a each an amazing toy – the Kickaroo – that they all adored.

Millie and Josephine played with their Kickaroos until they were stoned out of their little cat minds – Arthur and Mr. Darcy gave them a cursory sniff, but were less enthused long-term.

Arthur was all tuckered out from being bad.