A Cat's Life

How do my cats live? In a lap of LUXURY! That's how! Their new favourite treats are by Zuke's. They are seriously addicted. More addicted than those whiskas treats. The whiskas treats my as well be little carboard bits for all they care. Buyer beware, your cat will won't go back.

My cats also have their own "furniture" which include a box of toys (also a bed sometimes), a little box bed, their cat carriers (now cat condos), and a cat sized couch. I shit you not.

Blogger is too crappy to upload pictures right now, but they exist. Ohhhh yes. I have some pictures on my photobucket that I took for my landlord to show the apartment. Olivia attempted to ruin EVERY picture.







"Oh! You're taking a picture here? How clumsy of me to fall and expose my soft fluffalicious tummy region!"

Cheerful

Look at this floofy thang. She's just cuddling in my bed with me. Occasionally biting me to break down my spirit. Her cuteness is a ploy. She is never nice. She routinely shuns Boris from the bed and physically bullies him to the point where he is a jumpy, paranoid, freak cat.

Its a drizzly night and I can't sleep. I thought I'd find comfort in my google reader. A thoughtful blogger has decided to post this video. Thanks. Now I'll sleep soundly knowing that the doom of 99% of the population is an asteroid away.



Oh god. The apocalypse. Eight degrees celsius in Ottawa in the middle of February has got to be a sign.

In other news, I desperately want to find an apartment just so I have an excuse to get my mom to help me clean my current apartment. Saaad. Seriously I have way to much stuff. I did a huge cleaning upon my return from Norway but my lack of any substantial time to devote to the task is hindering. I get halfway done cleaning my room and then have to do homework or real work or go to class or have to watch stupid Tatiana on American Idol and then my half clean room slowly gets full capacity messy again. Then I get it down to half clean again--- you see the cycle of filth. It never ends and its crushing my SOUL.

Crazy Cat Peyote

I have irresponsibly gotten my cats high. I got them a new cat bed (cleverly shaped like a sofa) and there was cat nip all over it. Boris cautiously sniffed it and then proceeded to get off his tits. Olivia licked the handles and stuff and rolled around next to it, but Boris went crazy licking and sucking on the fabric of it. They are all burnt out/exhausted now. I should probably fill their food dishes because they are likely in for some munchies. ha













I'm going on a secret getaway for Canada Day. I want to fall off the grid for a few days and just do nothing. Just some relaxation and peace and quiet. Chaos follows me like a lost puppy so I'm sure it won't be peaceful and quiet, but whatever. haha. It will be nice to be away from the chaos of Ottawa on Canada Day.

Also, I just remembered the time that I saw Jon at Lees and I texted hiim with "OMG I SAW YOU" and he was like: "I DIDN'T SEE YOU" and I was like: "I'VE DYED MY HAIR AND I'M WEARING SUNGLASSES AND A BIG HAT" and he was like: "ARE YOU IN DISGUISE?" it was funny... because it seemed that I was.


I ran some errands today. Bank. Post office. Pet Store. Opticians. All in all, it's been a rather productive day. Well, out of the house anyway. I need to clean my room and do laundry HXC. I may just chill and do the inside stuff tomorrow. It's too lovely out.

I have today and tomorrow off and most of Thursday so I have a lot of time to catch up on laundry, etc.

P.S. Sorry about the cat sofa picspam. I really am.