March 23, 2012 • 9 notes
Wheezy snores could be heard from several feet away. [Oh god, the arm of that couch. We have obviously given up.]

Wheezy snores could be heard from several feet away.

[Oh god, the arm of that couch. We have obviously given up.]

March 21, 2012 • 13 notes
GPOBW

GPOBW

February 3, 2012 • 2 notes

Does anyone in NYC have a baby/pet safety gate (for a doorway) that I could borrow for a week or so?

I can pick it up from you today.

Meg and Bull need your help.

January 30, 2012 • 8 notes
I would be much more okay with Bull’s ear fetish if, A, he didn’t shed everywhere even though he was just furminated, A-sub-1, I were not allergic to him, and B, he had slightly less stank-ass breath. As I am also allergic - “allergic” - to stank-ass breath.

I would be much more okay with Bull’s ear fetish if, A, he didn’t shed everywhere even though he was just furminated, A-sub-1, I were not allergic to him, and B, he had slightly less stank-ass breath. As I am also allergic - “allergic” - to stank-ass breath.

January 28, 2012 • 6 notes
She is purring. She is in the kitchen. Bull’s chilling in the living room. This is progress. (I’m also eating a tasty dinner that I made up as I went and so will never be able to ever recreate.)

She is purring. She is in the kitchen. Bull’s chilling in the living room. This is progress.

(I’m also eating a tasty dinner that I made up as I went and so will never be able to ever recreate.)

January 12, 2012 • 4 notes

Got home from the vet with Meg (way to keep that heart murmur just as it is and no worse than last time!) and discovered a six-inch scratch diagonally down my chest from trying to get her into the carrier. If I weren’t tutoring tonight I might consider wearing something low-cut to show it off. The sheen of Neosporin really catches the light.

January 10, 2012 • animalhavenshelter.org
This is Bull. My friend volunteers at the shelter where he is. If I didn’t have a tiny, skittish cat, I would adopt him in a second. I love him. I think he’s majestic. (The file name is “Bull_large.jpg,” which is no joke, he’s huge.) I dunno, I guess I’m just posting this in case you live in nyc and don’t have a tiny, skittish ladycat at home already. Because Bull’s been at the shelter for a while, and I think he’s awesome, and I’m sad that I can’t take him home.

This is Bull.

My friend volunteers at the shelter where he is. If I didn’t have a tiny, skittish cat, I would adopt him in a second. I love him. I think he’s majestic.

(The file name is “Bull_large.jpg,” which is no joke, he’s huge.)

I dunno, I guess I’m just posting this in case you live in nyc and don’t have a tiny, skittish ladycat at home already. Because Bull’s been at the shelter for a while, and I think he’s awesome, and I’m sad that I can’t take him home.

August 9, 2011 • awesomeringerud
awesomeringerud: Yes, perfect… now take off his bow tie.

awesomeringerud:

Yes, perfect… now take off his bow tie.

January 30, 2010
Meg: That doesn’t look like cleaning. That looks like sittin on ur ass watching CSPAN videos.

Meg: That doesn’t look like cleaning. That looks like sittin on ur ass watching CSPAN videos.

January 11, 2010
I’m now in my last week with this handsome dude.  It’s been quite a time with him.  (Almost half a year?)  Because although he is handsome and awesome and just sleeps like that, on his back with his paws in like a little rabbit, Meg is a delicate little waif and is fucking terrified of him, and so she growls, and he jumps her, and they fight and yowl and it is awful.  Otherwise, though, he is remarkably placid.  It’s weird. (Tumblr, you love cats, right?  He still needs a permanent home.  Do you not already have a cat, and want one who is calm and sweet and likes being held cradled, like a baby?  He’s very pretty, too.) And as I resolve myself to a one-cat home for the forseeable future, I wonder - am I leaving catladyhood?  Or once a cat lady, always?

I’m now in my last week with this handsome dude.  It’s been quite a time with him.  (Almost half a year?)  Because although he is handsome and awesome and just sleeps like that, on his back with his paws in like a little rabbit, Meg is a delicate little waif and is fucking terrified of him, and so she growls, and he jumps her, and they fight and yowl and it is awful.  Otherwise, though, he is remarkably placid.  It’s weird.

(Tumblr, you love cats, right?  He still needs a permanent home.  Do you not already have a cat, and want one who is calm and sweet and likes being held cradled, like a baby?  He’s very pretty, too.)

And as I resolve myself to a one-cat home for the forseeable future, I wonder - am I leaving catladyhood?  Or once a cat lady, always?