Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Perre left us for one long awful day. He got up at 5am, made espresso, and the last thing I heard was the mini starting up outside. He brought back footage to show he wasn't seeing any other cats while he was away, but he could have edited them out.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
Since we've been in recovery, our sponsor's been video taping our confessions and photographing the long hard road from litter box to bowl. In the back of my mind, I kind of knew the videos and pictures would eventually make it online. I don't feel as embarrassed as I expected - maybe it's that the first three are of Cooper?
Congratulations to Miss Precious Perfect who's learned to kick the litter habit on SNL's Countdown. I didn't know Keith Olbermann had a soft side. (see 34 seconds to the end of his rant for this cutaway!)
Why does pop culture love cats on toilets?
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Saturday, July 05, 2008
You don't hear thunder much in LA. That is a good thing. It is the way Chaos intended it.
All yesterday, the neighborhood smelled like barbecue and sounded like football. I'm a heavy lapsitter but last night with the flashing and thunder... Every few seconds: thunder, and every thunder: I made a break for it, and every time I made for the door, I got caught. That's a lot of breaks for it. And a lot of getting caughts. I'm glad independence day comes only once a year because you can only take so much freedom on the patio.
Other than that, nothing changed from the day before. I like my pace. It's comforting. But it gets tiring thinking of stuff to say. Napping is the next-best-thing to staying awake.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The big guy's been painting the house all day. It's a wreck. I hate disorganization. The furniture is all piled up on the other side of the room. The floor is covered in tape and plastic. Guy's a lunatic. I've never seen white walls before. Ever since I lived here, the walls were red and orange and blue and one with polka-dots. I'll try to post some pictures if I can find them on this machine.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Cursed me. I work so hard on these wallpapers and they never turn out right. Wish to be-jeezes I could design something as good as the humans. All I end up with is jazz record-cover derivatives. Am I inspirationless? Is it the quality of air near the floor? Must find myself a muse.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
My second fan question!
J. Tripper writes: "I live with two women and things keep getting confused. One of them always mishears something and thinks I'm getting it on with the other one, and the irony is, I've been in a dry spell ever since I started working The Regal Beagle down the street. What I've always wanted was to sneakily put my arms around them both at the end of an amusing night and they stick around and snuggle instead of wiggling out of my grip. Any suggestions?"
Moxie answers: Sounds to me like you've got only one problem, Tripper. You spend too much time watching reruns. Have you tried talking to your roomates and asking for what you want?
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I wish I didn't enjoy the taste of Aveda products... an upset stomach is a thing to witness - not to endure.
I wish vacuum cleaners made a little less noise.
I wish I didn't suffer god's once-a-month curse for being a lapcat (...flea tonic).