Recent laziness at the Cat Ranch:
Ansel, making friends with starches.
Baby, chilling out.
Nap time with the THA (please note, the lump to the left hand side is the THA)
Clockwise, from the top: Nico, Schaeffer, Spike and Benny.
I’ve taken a rather impromptu hiatus from blogging, recently. Nothing that earth-shattering has occurred, and I haven’t felt like writing about all the non-earth-shattering stuff. I can assure all of you that I am fine, the Cat Ranch and all of its inhabitants are fine, the THA is fine and I am still gainfully employed.
Some recent highlights:
- The THA and I have decided to live in sin on a more full time basis. This will come as a great shock to some of you, I’m sure, but be advised that appropriate counsel was sought and neither of us are presently in need of involuntary commitment or heavy sedation.
- I am now the proud owner of GTA: IV, and in a grand show of my ineptitude using a 360 controller, promptly ran into a cop the first time while accelerating a car. This was after five minutes spent trying to figure out how to make the car accelerate. Buddy John was on hand for this first go-round and had a grand time observing my great incompetence. My greatest desire for that first time was to blow up a gas station with some of Buddy John’s grenades. The only problem being, Buddy John didn’t know how to THROW them, so I was left dropping a grenade on the ground and running away. That didn’t work as well as one might think.
- The Cat Ranch recently had the Cat Whisperer (an actual Animal Behavior Consultant) do an in-home visit to assess some feline unhappiness at the Ranch. He and I were both skeptical of positive results from the sheer complexity of the situation, but I am THRILLED to report his suggestions are working and there is a greater harmony to my fuzzy brood.
