Hurrrgh!

Well, ok, so they didn't take too well to their food today. So why don't they just hop over to the piled floor and empty their stomach there? Is it really, really necessary to barf from the highest point of the room, all over my couch, the wall(!) and the rear left surround speaker? I mean, seriously!

How to wash your cats feet

Ever wonder how to do that? It's quite simple, actually. Fill the bathtub about an inch high with water and set a bowl of favorite cat food floating in it. Then just let nature take it's course.

Very advisable course of action after the feline devils have walked around in their own heaps of catshit and are threatening to carry it through the whole apartment.

Can't think of a funny title right now. Sorry.

Earlier today, Frankie tried to hop onto my lap when I was holding ring binder on my legs. The top flap, upon which he so gracefully jumped, promptly adhered to the laws of gravity and bent downwards, dropping Frankie on the ground before he could react. Should've taken a picture of his face when he was sitting on the ground again.

Now they both are sitting in the box where I'm collecting used paper. No idea why, but they absolutely love these simple plastic boxes.

Home sweet home

Came back from new years vacation yesterday, was skiing. And Apres-Skiing, of course. Picked up the cats at the cat hotel where I had abandoned them a week before, they took the car ride with the usual complaining. Benjy has gotten himself a scarred nose from another cat, and Frankie has diarrhea again, probably from the different food. They didn't even eat all their can food last night. I guess they are now spoiled from the high-quality food they got at the hotel.

Also, they seem very afraid that I leave them again. Wherever I go they follow and lie down near me. Or on me, if the situation allows it. They've become quite lazy, I guess the lack of hormones is kicking in.