For reasons that are still unclear to me, Mr. Right-Click worked out some kind of undisclosed trade deal with an acclaimed painter to create a representation of our goddamn cat-coons. Only in Los Angeles would this happen, people. Only in Los Angeles, and only with a dirty rotten cat lover for a husband.
I’m sitting here wondering if I should tell you about what is up in the lives of the cats, or if I should write about myself (again). MEMEMEMEMEME? Or, the cats? I’m going back and forth because, on the one hand I know the cats can be so very boring and tedious to hear about, […]
A middle of the night conversation last week: Me: [sleepy] Hi, Chummy. Chum Chum: [purring] Mr. Right-Click: You’re going to want him to stay up there. Me: What? I thought you said he was clean? Mr. Right-Click: Well, “clean,” I mean. Yeah. He’s “clean.” Sure. Me: Why wouldn’t I want him to sleep on my […]
Not everybody knows that, before we were married, Mr. Right-Click’s online moniker was The Dirty Rotten Cat Lover. This is because my husband is a dirty rotten cat lover and if you know a dirty rotten cat lover, then I don’t care what they’ve told you: they are just not like the rest of us. […]
Remember I told you we were getting a new cat? A cat for the cat? Well, he’s here. Except now his name is Wubbzy, not Chum Chum (it was a decision that came down from Management for reasons that are still unclear). Mini stuck with the name-after-a-cartoon-character idea, but he switched shows. If I have […]
Here’s what happened. A while back, we got Edie, who you will remember is like the cutest cat basically ever in existence, but then Mr. Right-Click got mad at me for suggesting that perhaps she wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Well. Since Coast left, we have been waiting around to find another friend […]