(Not So) Wordless Wednesday

Sequoia-02_profile-circleSteve MUST go. He’s a no-good, two-timing, double-crossing miscreant. I knew it the day I met him. I saw right through him and his “dumb” act. He may have everyone else snowed – especially Carol – but I KNOW. I’m onto him. And his stealing MY commercial right out from under me is the last straw. 


Ever since the letter from Eli Lilly came wanting to use him [and NOT me!] in their advertisements, he’s been strutting around the house making everyone poke his abs to see how hard they are. Flaunting his treachery without even a hint of shame. How dare he! Continue reading

The response.

Last week my sister, Ethel, sent off a letter to Ms. Rice of Eli Lilly in response to Ms. Rice’s interest in working with Ethel to promote their product, Prozac. Today, the mail carrier delivered Ms. Rice’s response.

Dear Ethel,
I received your letter detailing a list of demands which must be met in order to work with you. While we think you would be an excellent fit to market our product, Prozac, to cats, I am afraid that we cannot meet your demands.

First, asking your moms to re-home your brother, Steve, is cruel, even by our standards. Second, Continue reading

False advertising?

The other day I woke to find a message in my inbox from a human named Ms. Rice that works for a company called Eli Lilly. She said Eli Lilly makes a medication called Prozac and they want to expand their market by advertising the drug for use with cats and dogs.

I contacted Ms. Rice and told her that my brother, Walter, has taken Prozac for almost a year now with excellent results [i.e., he chases me a little less] and that I would be more than happy to provide a testimonial for them.

She informed me that they already have a dog lined up and are in need of a cat. Evidently they tried to secure Grumpy Cat [who is already working with Pfizer to promote Zoloft],


then Henri, the Existential Cat [who eschews antidepressants as Continue reading

(Not So) Wordless Wednesday

Sherman-01_profileHello, this is The General. After playing with the idea of starting my own blog, I decided to stick with guest writing on Carol’s. Seeing how much time Carol devotes to maintaining her blog, I’m afraid a blog of my own would take too much time away from raiding the toy basket and gnawing on chewies. And now that summer’s almost here, I hope to spend more time outside.

Speaking of being outside, Eggnog recently asked me to help her unearth clothes from years past that she’d buried in the backyard. How that five-pound ball of fur buried all of those outfits by herself is beyond me – it must have taken her forever. Thanks to my upper body strength [Steve’s got nothing on me with his pathetic abs], I was able to dig up Eggnog’s clothes in no time. It was refreshing to have someone appreciate my digging skills.

Living in a house with a mom who is an archaeologist, one would expect that a digging dog would be a welcome addition. Maybe even a source of pride. Continue reading

OG in the house.

Boy has it been crazy around here the past few weeks! I’ve hardly had time to play with my track ball, stalk bugs, or nap in the window, let alone blog.

With the help of our brother, The General (a born digger), Eggnog unearthed her wardrobe from her days as successful rap artist.


Since then she’s been schooling Steve on how to walk and talk like, well, an early-2000s rap artist. Let’s just say he’s not a natural. Continue reading

(Not So) Wordless Wednesday

Sappho-02_profile-circleWelcome to Carol’s blog. Thank you for visiting. My name is Violet and I am Carol’s eldest sister. Eggnog asked me to host this week’s Wordless Wednesday, in spite of Sherman’s protests. Unlike kids these days, I’m not very keen on using the computer – especially with my poor eyesight and arthritis – but since Eggnog so graciously asked, I obliged.

As I approach my 19th birthday, I find myself reflecting on life, and so I thought I might take this opportunity to put pen to paper. Or, more accurately, paw to keyboard.

This is one of my favorites, sophisticated yet silly.

My awkward teenage years.

When I was a kitten, the world was a much different place. For starters, cats didn’t have blogs. Continue reading

We (don’t) have it in the bag?

As many of you know, cats in my house do not get treats. Once upon a time we did. But then my sister, Ethel, was diagnosed with food allergies and the treats stopped. Our moms cited the expense of the food, and fairness, as reasons for halting treat distribution. For a time they tried to pass off pieces of her allergen food as “special treats,” but we’re not stupid.

So you can imagine my surprise (and delight!) when I was contacted by Gwen, owner of The Sugar Ship (www.thesugarship.com), who felt deeply about our plight and wanted to send a tote of treats and toys just for us cats!! Not knowing necessary details (like my address), I referred Gwen to Little Mom.

The postal carrier (and arch nemesis of Eggnog-y Nogg) delivered the package while my moms were at work. I sat by the door all day in anticipation.


My moms would want me to ask you to please excuse the dirty windows. Cleaning day is two days away. I really hate cleaning day.

Little Mom brought in the package, sat it on the desk, and walked away. Continue reading