Lucy visits after a rainy night.

Yes, we grow kale, fuck you.

Lucy visits after a rainy night.

Yes, we grow kale, fuck you.

My little biting buddy’s missing birdy body

This morning I noticed some feathers on the floor in Weeby’s usual living room playspot. Just a handful, no more than ten. There was no trail, no other sign of carnage, and I was hoping they came out of a pillow until I checked the camera and saw this shot from last night. I used a flashlight to investigate all nearby nooks and crannies, including under the couch, but as of this writing, the body has yet to be found.

My little biting buddy’s missing birdy body

This morning I noticed some feathers on the floor in Weeby’s usual living room playspot. Just a handful, no more than ten. There was no trail, no other sign of carnage, and I was hoping they came out of a pillow until I checked the camera and saw this shot from last night. I used a flashlight to investigate all nearby nooks and crannies, including under the couch, but as of this writing, the body has yet to be found.

Caturday chase scene

I was watching the cats wrestle in the yard and as soon as I decided to take a picture, Weeby bolted and Chinaco chased him.

Caturday chase scene

I was watching the cats wrestle in the yard and as soon as I decided to take a picture, Weeby bolted and Chinaco chased him.

Oh, BevMo. I can’t stay mad at you!

Oh, BevMo. I can’t stay mad at you!

NO, BevMo! BAD BevMo!

NO, BevMo! BAD BevMo!

Fuck these guys

My wife and I went to Hawaii to scuba dive this week. We saw sharks and turtles and eels and a bevy of rare and endemic sea varmints. After our very last dive, less than five minutes after we’d boarded the boat, a HUGE pod of dolphins gathered around the boat, chanting “Ha ha! You missed us!” Fuckers.

Fuck these guys

My wife and I went to Hawaii to scuba dive this week. We saw sharks and turtles and eels and a bevy of rare and endemic sea varmints. After our very last dive, less than five minutes after we’d boarded the boat, a HUGE pod of dolphins gathered around the boat, chanting “Ha ha! You missed us!” Fuckers.

Lucy is shown the door

I woke up at 4:45 this morning to my wife again escorting Lucy back out through the cat door. A few minutes later, she was back in our room again and I chased her out. Shortly after that came Chinaco’s familiar yowl greeting in the hallway and I brought him to bed where he hung out for a short while as I attempted to fall back asleep. Not long after he exited the room we heard a ruckus and checked the camera to see that Lucy had come in again, and this time Chinaco chased her out. The noise was him punching at her through the door. He then followed her out, presumably to escort her home.

Just as I was settling back to sleepytime, Weeby entered the room meowing incessantly. It took a while before I realized something was up and turned a flashlight on him and the bird in his mouth. I chased him out to the kitchen and got him to release it. It flew through the living room and directly into the sliding glass door. As I imprisoned Weeby in the bathroom, my wife got the bird outside and lost track of it. We think it flew away? Hopefully? 

I had to calm Weeby down by showing him a powerpoint presentation about why catching birds is bad. It may have put him to sleep, but by then it was 7am and too late for me to go back to bed. Good morning!

Lucy is shown the door

I woke up at 4:45 this morning to my wife again escorting Lucy back out through the cat door. A few minutes later, she was back in our room again and I chased her out. Shortly after that came Chinaco’s familiar yowl greeting in the hallway and I brought him to bed where he hung out for a short while as I attempted to fall back asleep. Not long after he exited the room we heard a ruckus and checked the camera to see that Lucy had come in again, and this time Chinaco chased her out. The noise was him punching at her through the door. He then followed her out, presumably to escort her home.

Just as I was settling back to sleepytime, Weeby entered the room meowing incessantly. It took a while before I realized something was up and turned a flashlight on him and the bird in his mouth. I chased him out to the kitchen and got him to release it. It flew through the living room and directly into the sliding glass door. As I imprisoned Weeby in the bathroom, my wife got the bird outside and lost track of it. We think it flew away? Hopefully?

I had to calm Weeby down by showing him a powerpoint presentation about why catching birds is bad. It may have put him to sleep, but by then it was 7am and too late for me to go back to bed. Good morning!

Enter Lucy

Since I had a busy birthday weekend planned, on Friday I lazily pinned a piece of black cloth over the cat portal before we left. Big Steve hadn’t been coming in for a week or so, and I hoped this might dissuade him further. To our surprise, this was exactly what his sister Lucy had been waiting for. She’s been hanging around on our deck for years, and more recently showing up on the front porch, and we’ve wondered how she hadn’t figured out the cat door yet. Turns out she just wanted a softer door. She made her first entry on Sunday, as well as her second through fifteenth entries. Yesterday she came in while we were home and my wife picked her up and pushed her back through the door. It was only a matter of time before she came in while one of the boys was home…

Enter Lucy

Since I had a busy birthday weekend planned, on Friday I lazily pinned a piece of black cloth over the cat portal before we left. Big Steve hadn’t been coming in for a week or so, and I hoped this might dissuade him further. To our surprise, this was exactly what his sister Lucy had been waiting for. She’s been hanging around on our deck for years, and more recently showing up on the front porch, and we’ve wondered how she hadn’t figured out the cat door yet. Turns out she just wanted a softer door. She made her first entry on Sunday, as well as her second through fifteenth entries. Yesterday she came in while we were home and my wife picked her up and pushed her back through the door. It was only a matter of time before she came in while one of the boys was home…

RIP cat flap

It’s hard to tell what you’re seeing in this picture. I can’t quite make it out myself. The frame preceding it is just a paw poking through the cat door and the following frame has no action whatsoever. In this frame, Weeby is seen bursting through the catdoor with such vigor that he broke the flap clean off. It’s the hard dark shape just above his head to the right. When I woke up on Friday, it was laying on the floor a few feet from the door. Why he felt the need to enter this way, and what the hell his limbs are doing in this shot will always be a mystery.

RIP cat flap

It’s hard to tell what you’re seeing in this picture. I can’t quite make it out myself. The frame preceding it is just a paw poking through the cat door and the following frame has no action whatsoever. In this frame, Weeby is seen bursting through the catdoor with such vigor that he broke the flap clean off. It’s the hard dark shape just above his head to the right. When I woke up on Friday, it was laying on the floor a few feet from the door. Why he felt the need to enter this way, and what the hell his limbs are doing in this shot will always be a mystery.

Sounds like chicken

Lucy still comes to visit every now and then, but jerk Chinaco usually chases her away. He has no idea she’s listening to him eat.

Sounds like chicken

Lucy still comes to visit every now and then, but jerk Chinaco usually chases her away. He has no idea she’s listening to him eat.

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The Return of Lucy

A couple of nights ago I heard Weeby running around the front yard, so I opened the screen door to let him in. I stepped into the kitchen for a moment, and when I turned around, I saw a flash of white fur disappearing into our bedroom. Knowing it was neither of our cats, I cautiously investigated, and there was Lucy, lurking behind our bed. As far as we know, this was the first time that she’s ever come into the house, although she did pretty much b-line for the cat food. She quickly exited and we closed the screen door behind her. It was hot that night, so we left the front door open and the screen door locked, and when I woke up, she was sitting at the screen door, waiting to come in. When I came home from work, she was sitting there again, and eventually Weeby came out, they sniffed each other and then each laid down to roll around. I had to make a ruckus with my free hand to get them to look at the camera, and apparently made too much as they both suddenly sat up to gawk at me. Fickle feline that she is, she hasn’t been back since, and her new arch-nemesis Maeby was the one in our front yard when I got home yesterday.

And if you’re keeping tabs, yes, Lucy’s brother Big Steve still sneaks in multiple times a week. The catdoor cam has become pretty boring since he scared off all of the competition.

The Return of Lucy

A couple of nights ago I heard Weeby running around the front yard, so I opened the screen door to let him in. I stepped into the kitchen for a moment, and when I turned around, I saw a flash of white fur disappearing into our bedroom. Knowing it was neither of our cats, I cautiously investigated, and there was Lucy, lurking behind our bed. As far as we know, this was the first time that she’s ever come into the house, although she did pretty much b-line for the cat food. She quickly exited and we closed the screen door behind her. It was hot that night, so we left the front door open and the screen door locked, and when I woke up, she was sitting at the screen door, waiting to come in. When I came home from work, she was sitting there again, and eventually Weeby came out, they sniffed each other and then each laid down to roll around. I had to make a ruckus with my free hand to get them to look at the camera, and apparently made too much as they both suddenly sat up to gawk at me. Fickle feline that she is, she hasn’t been back since, and her new arch-nemesis Maeby was the one in our front yard when I got home yesterday.

And if you’re keeping tabs, yes, Lucy’s brother Big Steve still sneaks in multiple times a week. The catdoor cam has become pretty boring since he scared off all of the competition.

GPOYW - doing a cannonball into the Merced river near Yosemite

GPOYW - doing a cannonball into the Merced river near Yosemite

My favorite part

My band flew out to Baltimore to play the Maryland Death Fest this weekend. Amid the tedium of travel, putting up with my bandmates, and dealing with the poorly planned arrangements of the festival bookers, it was hard to come by anything I might consider part of my rock and roll fantasy, let alone my rock and roll dream. But in the middle of our set, after a few metalheads had already run across the stage and dove back into the crowd, this young kid was crowdsurfing and got tossed feet first onto the stage right in front of our vocalist. He seemed amazed to be there and had no idea what to do next, so he just nervously waved at our vocalist before falling back into the crowd’s hands and surfing away. He looks older in this picture, but I’d be surprised if he was over 14. After our set, he came by our merch table with his dad (who saw us in Denver back in the ’90s) and I gave him a t-shirt.

My favorite part

My band flew out to Baltimore to play the Maryland Death Fest this weekend. Amid the tedium of travel, putting up with my bandmates, and dealing with the poorly planned arrangements of the festival bookers, it was hard to come by anything I might consider part of my rock and roll fantasy, let alone my rock and roll dream. But in the middle of our set, after a few metalheads had already run across the stage and dove back into the crowd, this young kid was crowdsurfing and got tossed feet first onto the stage right in front of our vocalist. He seemed amazed to be there and had no idea what to do next, so he just nervously waved at our vocalist before falling back into the crowd’s hands and surfing away. He looks older in this picture, but I’d be surprised if he was over 14. After our set, he came by our merch table with his dad (who saw us in Denver back in the ’90s) and I gave him a t-shirt.

On the outside looking in

I had just come home from the farmers market and the last thing I did before taking this picture was cut the butts off my cilantro and put it in the fridge. When I went to pet Weeby, he winced and recoiled from my cilantro scented hand. Then I pet Chinaco and he happily rubbed his face all over my hand. I guess cats have a similar gene expression for cilantro as humans.

Anyway, Weeby is never allowed inside again.

On the outside looking in

I had just come home from the farmers market and the last thing I did before taking this picture was cut the butts off my cilantro and put it in the fridge. When I went to pet Weeby, he winced and recoiled from my cilantro scented hand. Then I pet Chinaco and he happily rubbed his face all over my hand. I guess cats have a similar gene expression for cilantro as humans.

Anyway, Weeby is never allowed inside again.