Friday, February 27, 2009

Why would anyone do this* to a cat? Note to humans who think they're funny -- there's a reason all the cats in these pictures look ticked off.

We do not exist for your pleasure. You exist for ours.

I also don't find this particularly funny, even though it's fake. But I do think it's kind of funny so many humans thought it was real. There was even a petition to stop the bonsai kitten madness! Silly, silly humans. It's called Photoshop.

*Thanks to Bruce for the link.
Dear reporter friends,

Did you see there's a free aquarium on craigslist? Personally, I think an aquarium with some nice tasty colorful fish would really add to the ambience in your workplace.

Your friend,

Monday, February 23, 2009

Did you know that Maine, Maryland and Massachusetts all have state cats? Maine's, of course, is the Maine coone. In Maryland, they prefer the calico. And the tabby is the state cat of Massachusetts.

So, I ask you, why doesn't Washington have a state cat? We have a state bird (American Goldfinch), a state marine mammal (the killer whale), a state bug (the Green Darner Dragonfly) and a state grass (bluebunch wheatgrass). Let me say that again. A state grass. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'm a fan of grass, especially dactylis glomerata. Yum!

There's even a proposal for a state candy this year (Aplets and Cotlets).

But no state cat?

Here's a list of all the state mammals in the U.S.

Just for the record, the state land mammal in Alabama is ... the human being.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Please consider taking a moment of silence in remembrance of a one-time famous capitol cat, Socks.

Monday, February 16, 2009

I hear Sen. Patty Murray was at the house where the reporters live today and I wasn't invited! I would have liked to ask her if the stimulus package includes scritches for underprivileged cats with no humans. What better stimulus is there for a cat than a good scritch?
It appears I may have offended some Canine Americans with recent statements that were considered speciesist in nature. I never meant to offend or harm anyone with my statements, which were made in a moment of frustration at being denied access to a favorite napping spot. I believe the pressures of instant fame also were to blame. Everywhere I go, humans are snapping pictures of me. It seems I can no longer even stretch in the sun without someone walking by saying, "Hey, Bob! I like your blog!" when all I want is a moment of peace. My comments may have been out of turn, but I certainly hold no grudge against Canine Americans or their humans.

Here is a link to Toby poodle's blog. Perhaps someday soon, Toby will understand the life of a capitol cat dog.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Olympia is having a snowpocalypse today. It's been coming down in big, wet, sticky flakes all day. It's enough to drive a cat indoors for a nice, long nap. Which is exactly what I did!

I spent a couple of hours snoozing in the warm, fleecy comfort of my red blanket, then got up and decided to make the rounds, spread the love, you know the drill. But something was different today.

I jumped down from the chair with the red fleece blanket and mosied on over to the room where the reporters who talk on the radio live. But their door was closed. They do that sometimes if they're recording stuff because I wear a jingle bell on my collar and I guess they don't want that on the radio. Personally, I think it would add a pleasant ambiance, but their mileage must vary.

Since I couldn't hang out with the radio guys, I decided to try the interns. They're usually glad to see me, and they have that super cool orange vinyl couch when I want to try out a different nap spot for a little while. But their door was closed, too!

I sat outside feeling puzzled. Why was everyone shutting me out today?

One of the interns opened the door, which I naturally assumed was an invitation to come inside. Better late than never. But he pushed me back! What the...? Then another one came out and I tried for the door again, but got pushed back again. This time, I could see through the opening before the door was so rudely slammed in my face. And you'll ever guess what I saw. Really. You'll never guess.

A dog.

Let me say that again.

A. Dog.

I was just stunned that anyone would prefer the company of a dog over me. I mean. A dog. Need I say more?

Apparently, the dog belongs to the human who's in charge of the interns. Her name is Cindy. The dog's name is Toby. He's some kind of poodle. He doesn't have a blog (like a dog could be smart enough!) but he has a video on youtube.

Here's Toby with his mom, totally blocking my access to the orange couch. It's a hard knock life for a cat, I tell you.

I suppose it's all right as long he stays away from my red fleece blanket. But if he touches my blanket, I'm opening a can of whoop ass. Don't think I can't do it.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Oh, fickle humanity. I came over to visit my reporter friends today, made the rounds of their offices, trying to spread the love. Sometimes I spend more time in one office or another, and I want all of my reporter friends to know they're each special to me. So I was hanging out with the interns -- they have a really nice couch I like to stretch out on -- when one of them scooped me up and carried me off to another office. Then he shut the door. I have been cruelly snubbed.

He's one of the ones who talks on the radio, and he told one of the other humans it was because he was afraid I'd step on his stuff and erase his work. As if I'd do such a thing. Hmph!

He at least put me down in the office with the red fleece blanket. I suppose I shall have to resign myself to napping in here today. But I am wounded. Wounded! Is there no love for Bob in this cold, cold world? I shall take to my red fleece blanket and despair.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Yo. I thought I'd pop in for a quick update before settling in for a well-earned nap on my new comfy red fleece blanket. I've already decorated it with lots of my fur so everyone will know it's mine. I wouldn't want some other cat to wander in here and nap in my spot.

Anyway. I haven't been around to visit my reporter friends lately because one of the humans I live with has been sick with the flu since Friday, so I stayed home to take care of her. It's important to keep humans warm when they're sick. Snuggling is good for that. But she was feeling better today, so I took the opportunity to stretch out in the sun by the security guard shack and then come inside the place where the reporters live for a visit. They were so happy to see me! I guess they really missed me while I was gone. I think they were kind of worried when I didn't show up. Aw! Isn't that sweet? Humans can be pretty cool sometimes.

As I was stretched out at the security guard shack, which is next to one of the politician places, I kept hearing people talk about "cap and trade." At first I thought they were saying "catnip trade" and got really excited. I would definitely support more catnip trade in this state. But I guess it means something else. Once I figured out they weren't talking about catnip, I kind of stopped paying attention.