Wellness Update

First thing's first:

Yep, Boyfriend's kitty is back to his old dumb self. Hurray!

How was everyone else this week?

He did, which was very helpful.

But you know it's bad when your cat thinks you've been home too many days in a row. 

I'm finally feeling better, no thanks to her. Hope you all are getting through this flu season!

The Fall

No, this title is not about the seasons, nor does it refer to the best episode of BBC's Sherlock (though...watch that.)

Boyfriend and I were hanging out last week, watching tv. Kitty, hopped up on a catnip toy and a new cardboard box I put out, was rampaging around the apartment like a demon from hell. 

She does this most evenings. 

After running around, she usually launches herself to the top of her six foot tall cat tree before leaping onto a large bookshelf and pacing around like a jungle cat. 

She began the process, without realizing that she had left another mouse on the top of the tree. 

Do you know that jump that scared cats do, when they hop backwards into the air extremely quickly? Well, Kitty did that. 

Yes, right off her cat tree and into nowhere. 

I swear, she just hovered in the air for a second, road runner style.  But since she was about about 8 feet up, surrounded by nothing within reach, she fell straight down with a whoosh. 

She ran into the kitchen to tend to her wounded pride. She was fine, of course.  I reacted appropriately. 

Boyfriend missed the fall because he was watching tv instead of staring at the princess. And I stopped laughing eventually. 

 I would have given anything to have caught that on film. But alas, the scene is only burned into my brain.  

What kind of shenanigans have your pets/children gotten into?? 

Saturdays.

My Saturday:

  

Good times. But then I chatted with Boyfriend. 

UGH. Overachievers. 

In my defense, I'm just trying to bond with kitty by engaging in her activities on the weekend. She's quite good at sleeping/sitting/texting/snapping at Boyfriend.

The Destroyer and the DVD Player

So, Boyfriend and I were hanging out like usual. 

And then this happened:

Boyfriend recently made me suggested I get a universal remote, since the volume didn't really work on the old one. (That's a whole other post...that mainly involves me shrieking at the television.)

Boyfriend the Hero got up and took a look at my dvd set up. 

Yep. What an asshole. But then I realized the potential danger. 

(Boyfriend's not kitty's biggest fan.)

So I pulled kitty out of the wardrobe she was sleeping in, and gave her a stern talking to. 

Yeah, she's pretty disrespectful. We're working on it.  

Ain't no shame in my cat-chasing game. What horrible things have your cats/dogs/babies/significant others eaten?

Games of Thrones Time!

Ok, so this post really only makes sense if you watched the Game of Thrones premiere last week. (But really, who DIDN'T watch the Game of Thrones premiere?!?) 

yes, we had to switch blankets so as not to clash with my costume.

#bringjonsnowback, amirite?!

Good TV Time!

Things are really looking up this spring:

Yep, everything was going great. Til Boyfriend dropped this bomb:

Yep, my dvr is full of good tv shows that I can't actually watch. I've been left with no other option this weekend:

Don't judge me.

Kinda Springtime-like-ish?

My weekend:

No duck rape though. That's not cool. 

I learned my lesson, you guys. No more going outside til May. But that's ok. I know how to keep busy inside. 

Ain't no shame in my nintendo game.